#hanma is a photographer

[bloominstorm]

Why does Wakui hate Takemichi? Yeah, he accomplished his goal and everything but how is it that even in the last chapter of the manga, the main character gets only like 6 panels? And he only talks TWICE? Why couldn’t we see what he’s doing in the future? Yeah he saved everyone but is he still a bum? Did everything else go good in his life? Why couldn’t we see him introspective and MORE EMOTIONAL about everything? Yeah, he teared up but Chifuyu damn near broke down. Why couldn’t we get that emotional moment of seeing how Takemichi is taking everything in and knowing he did a good job protecting everyone’s futures and his own? Just another missed opportunity.

I will give him props for making Chifuyu the narrator of the chapter since I was bitter over how his and Takemichi’s relationship basically got overtaken by Mikey and Takemichi’s relationship in this new timeline. Yeah, they had a deep bond but Chifuyu was ALWAYS there for Takemichi. There’s really no character more loyal than him in show. So, even though it made absolutely no sense that Chifuyu could remember memories that occurred in other timelines, I’m happy it was stated he had those memories because it shows how deep their bond was that it transcended a whole new timeline. Their relationship deserved that respect.

[strawberryfairi]

Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

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╔════ஓ๑♔๑ஓ═════╗ 1; Homecoming 返校 2; No Filter 无滤镜 3; Night Ride 夜骑 4; Mistakes 错误 5; SIN 罪 6: Fatigue 疲劳 7; Fake Date 约会 8; Stolen Away 偷偷溜走 9; Pain 疼痛

Last update: April 15, 2024

[shoyoist]

hanma shuji who likes to piss you off by taking those annoying wide angle forehead pictures of you whenever he catches you off guard.

he's got hundreds of them in his gallery, and likes to scroll through them when he's bored, laughing fondly whenever he finds one where you're pulling a face at him.

the only reason you let him take & keep those pictures is because each time he takes one and you yell at him to delete it, he lets out a little giggle and leans down to give you a kiss, like that solves the problem. (it does.)

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

Photographer!Hanma Headcanons

Photographer!Hanma is a fascinating person. The kind of guy whose travel stories you actually want to hear and photos you want to see. He is the kind of person who has the most insane stories from being abroad, whether it’s meeting celebrities (because he would absolutely have that kind of luck), nearly dying from a freak natural disaster, or “accidentally” breaking the law and now being banned from that country or be arrested upon entry.

Photographer!Hanma, while you might judge him at first for seeming goofy as hell, has taken photos for NASA, National Geographic, LonelyPlanet, and dozens of other magazines and travel books. Hell, you have a poster of a photo that he took hanging in your bedroom. He would wink at you when he asks where you put the poster that he took. (And maybe suggestively comments that he doesn’t just take travel photos).

Photographer!Hanma is one of those people who, if they’re in your travel group, you might roll your eyes at them when they strike their pose, but when you look at his collection of photographs of him striking the same pose from every continent in the world, yes, including Antarctica, you are amazed. Photographer!Hanma’s pose, no matter the location, is all lanky legs, relaxed smile, happiness that reaches and fills his eyes, and the tattoos on his hands on full display. He mostly takes these photos for himself, to document how far he’s come, literally, but he secretly hopes to one day have a small art exhibit of this same pose all around the world.

Photographer!Hanma would obviously go to well-traveled places, because even if some of them are a bit overhyped, they are famous for a reason. However,  after having grown up in gangs and with a streak for the extreme, he takes any and all gigs that require him to go someplace miles away from the beaten path. That’s how he found himself in Antarctica for three months, photographing penguins, cloud formations, constellations, and the daily lives of climate scientists. One of his favorite stories to share was when, slightly intoxicated, he stumbled outside to pee, like he might do at a bar. The only difference was, the temperate was so cold, the pee froze. On the way out. He waddled back inside, pants slipping below his knees to yes, take a picture.

To no one’s surprise, Photographer!Hanma is still incredibly loyal to his friends, even if he’s hours ahead or behind. He’s actually one of the best out of the group to text, call, and of course, send pictures. When he is missing his friends a little bit more than the usual ache in his chest, Photographer!Hanma enjoys doing silly little things to show that he misses them and to help them feel a little closer.

Photographer!Hanma likes trying ramen in different places and sending photos to the Kawata brothers comparing it to theirs. The ramen abroad never lives up to theirs. He attends clubs, both to party, but also to send reviews to the Haitani’s for how they can improve their own clubs. Even though he doesn’t mind cheap alcohol and personally believes the cheaper the alcohol, the crazier the stories that result from it, he does his research and finds fancy bottles to send back to Kisaki and Koko. They do not share, so he grumbles a bit as he has to buy two.

Saved on a special memory card, Photographer!Hanma has hundreds of photos of stray cats that he sends to Chifuyu. If knows he’s going to be in a spot for a while and sees a more sickly cat, he asks Fuyu, Baji, and Kazutora for tips on how to nurse the cat back to health. Again, with him being loyal to a fault and not one to just abandon that which he’s adopted, he puts up posters and asks around all the people he’s met until he finds a loving home for the cat.

Photographer!Hanma is the “rich, single aunt” who flits around the world and brings back the best presents when all of his friends start reproducing gremlins.

Photographer!Hanma would absolutely take a picture of trash and send it to Takemitchy with a message saying, “Hey, I didn’t know you were in X country, good to see you!” Roasting Takemitchy never gets old for Photographer!Hanma (or any Hanma, let’s be honest), and even though he rolls his eyes and typically doesn’t reply, Takemitchy likes the reminder that Hanma is still managing to keep himself alive.

Photographer!Hanma is insanely good at the “fake it till you make it” in regard to being multilingual, in that he knows a little bit of just about every language. At the very least, he knows enough to get to the country and throughout it, get himself a beer, a hotel, meet a few friends, and just have an incredible time. He can’t hold a bunch of super in depth conversations, but he’s really good at just getting by. Photographer!Hanma can read people like no one else can, and has mastered all of the unspoken “universal” languages and humors of the world. One thing he is not, that he is most grateful for in this timeline, is that while he might miss his friends in Japan, he is no longer ever completely lonely.

[bleedingcrownkel]

Competing with friends: where laughter meets rivalry. 🏆 #FriendlyCompetition

[himichako]

something about baji, chifuyu and kazutora working at the same petshop, senju and sanzu being a famous youtube duo and getting along and izana, kakucho and the others helping children in rough situations makes me so emotional

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

K so what if instead of working on this wip I instead told you guys about another shuji fic I won't actually write?

So hear me out. Reader's family is religious and intends to marry her off to Taiju. In the process of preparing for a loveless marriage to the mafioso mf, reader meets a good connection (through her betrothed nonetheless) for a great hitman, one ✨hanma shuji✨. You get rather close as you painstakingly plan the details of your husband-to-be's demise late in the nights for weeks. And, never having been religious, you let Hanma have you, all of you, because you know it adds a layer of insult to injury for your hypocritically pious fiancee.

Hanma plays the role of your wedding photographer on your big day and murders your husband in your honeymoon suite as agreed upon. No worries about the body, he assures you, he has a team for that. Instead, not minutes after, he's photographing you in the lingerie you picked out for him, not your ex, and you consummate a new partnership, a better one, high on the adrenaline of taking part in the ultimate sin and relishing in it.

And anyway that's the story of shuji and his lovely widow🫰

[haitani-maki]

✧ Hᴀɴᴍᴀ Sʜᴜᴊɪ

MDNI +18

Just a few things I thought about him

English is not my first language

✧bf!hanma likes it when you call him Shuji

✧bf!hanma loves it when you get mad at him, Hanma thinks you look like an angry kitten

✧bf!hanma this guy is going to sneak into your room at night, he is crazy

✧bf!hanma he spends more time in your home

✧bf!hanma he's the big spoon

✧bf!hanma he likes it when you wear his shirts, he thinks it's cute how they look big on you

✧bf!hanma he likes PDA, Hanma is shameless

✧bf!hanma he said I love you first, which surprised both of you, just slipped out while he was watching you do something

✧bf!hanma night motorcycle rides, sometimes he accelerates just to feel you hold on tightly

✧bf!hanma your personal photographer, no matter the background scenery, you are the one who makes the photo beautiful

✧bf!hanma he says he's with the most attractive person in the world, he's a bit cheesy

✧bf!hanma small displays of affection, like giving you his coat in the cold or holding your hand

✧bf!hanma he loves making you smile, he's funny

✧bf!hanma he won't admit it, but he likes it when you play with his hair, it makes him sleepy

✧bf!hanma if you can't travel with him, Hanma will send you the photos he took, especially from the places he'd like to take you

✧bf!hanma he moves a little during sleep, maybe you'll get some kicks in the middle of the night

✮bf!hanma his hands are always snaking through your body like it's second nature to him

✮bf!hanma risky sex, Hanma loves adrenaline and won't hold back

✮bf!hanma he'll mark your neck so everyone can see who you belong to

✮bf!hanma he's dominant to a certain extent, he likes the little game of who's going to dominate in bed and then he's going to bend you

✮bf!hanma he loves to see your beautiful lips around his cock, he will always use the hand of 'sin' to guide his head

✮bf!hanma the hand of 'punishment' will always be on your waist or ass

✮bf!hanma denial/overstimulation he's wicked :(

✮bf!hanma it goes deep, you swear you can feel it in your throat

✮bf!hanma rough sex for sure, days without walking

✮bf!hanma he gets so hard when you sit on his face ♡

✮bf!hanma he will whisper the most unpleasant things in your ear, especially if you behave like a brat

✮bf!hanma loves to play with her nipples, biting and twisting them just to elicit a moan of pain his

✮bf!hanma he loves to hear you whimper, it makes his cock twitch inside you

✮bf!hanma he never gets tired of filling you, Hanma thinks it's beautiful how his sperm leaks out of your hole and then he'll push it back in ♡

©Reblogs are welcome, do not copy or translate

[kazutora-kurokawa]

I thought it'd be a cute idea to do like a Baji x reader but it's your guy's wedding day/night after :)

Baji x Reader: Wedding Bells

♡ SFW, fem reader, pure fluff, mentions of some the rest of the tokrev characters, set in the final timeline ♡

note: thanks for requesting anon, this was a super cute idea 🩷 I was feeling fluffy today so yeah, no smut lol

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💍 Baji 100% believes in the wedding dress superstition, he refuses to enter the room while you're getting ready, he'd prefer to be surprised when you walk down the aisle anyway

💍 Mitsuya designed your wedding dress (just like he did for Hina) and it was exquisite, he also knows Baji is superstitious so he doesn't mention the dress when he's around

💍 Chifuyu and Tora are his groomsmen and they tease him the whole day because he's nervous, but they're also nervous though because they have to give a toast after the ceremony and they don't wanna ruin you and Baji's special day

💍 Baji cries when you walk down the aisle, he just thinks you look like an angel, the absolute picture of perfection

💍 Taiju is the priest (shocking I know) and is so calm and cordial during the ceremony, he even stops talking when he notices you or Baji getting emotional (probably gives a supportive pat on the back too)

💍 Draken and Mikey are in the front row next to Baji's mom and all three of them are crying like babies and don't even start on Michi because he's absolutely bawling his eyes out, he can't help but remember him and Hina's wedding and he gets so emotional

💍 Mikey stops crying as soon as you and Baji cut the wedding cake (honestly same)

💍 He stays close to your side the entire night, he's almost afraid to let you go because the moment is so perfect he swears he's dreaming

💍 Hanma is y'all wedding photographer and surprisingly gets the best shots, he spends the whole day photographing everyone in the room and catching them off guard

💍 You go to throw the bouquet and Mikey catches it 😭 he throws it back to you so you can throw it again though

💍 You and Baji's first dance is the cutest thing ever, you step on his feet a few times and he jokes with you the entire dance

💍 He spends the rest of the night referring to you as his wife and Mrs. Baji, he's cocky about it too

💍 Even though he comes off as cocky he's slightly insecure, sometimes a thought creeps in that he's not deserving of being your husband, but every kiss you give him and every smile directed at him reassures him that you're all his and you love him

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[frozenmoonshine]

Headcanon - Hanma Shuuji as your boyfriend

Ok, I hate myself for writing this, 'cause I hate this bitch just as much as Pissaki, but I've been fighting my intrusive fluffy thoughts about him and they won, sooo here they are:

Beware of insinuated hetero relationship, f!reader, and common terms of endearment.

He's a flirt, definitely. He knows he gets lots of attention from the fairer sex simply for being tall and good looking, but he also loves the fact that he's a smooth talker and can get pretty much any girl to fall for him. And he's not better than doing just that, simply because he needs some amusement in his life. Talk about being a piece of shit, going around breaking hearts for fun.

‌However, if he genuinely falls for someone, he basically does a 180⁰ turn and is the most loyal lover you could get! He will, most definitely and undeniably, try to make his SO jealous by casually flirting left and right, just because he can, and he enjoys seeing your frustrated, annoyed, jealous face. However, if you get jealous or hurt for real, he will genuinely freak out, and will try his best to reassure you that he loves you and that he was just messing with you. You are the only one for him, after all, his safe haven and his light! If he realizes that he stepped overboard with his "jokes", he will change his behaviour immediately. Idk why, but he just gives me the vibe of someone who perfectly understands boundaries, and he will choose to honor his commitments.

‌He himself is not jealous at all, and no matter what you may do, he wouldn't get jealous. The bastard is just so cocky and aware of his desirability (even tho he overestimates himself quite a lot), it's unnerving! But unless he straight up catches you "red handed" with another guy, he won't be jealous in the slightest. And if that happens, if you do cheat on him, then he might just beat your side piece to a pulp, and walk out on you like you never even existed. He will be heartbroken about it for a long time, tho.

‌Don't do him dirty, even as annoying and flawed as he is, he is still worth it! He can be super loving and affectionate in private, and he will be your no. 1 cheerleader, in whatever you're aspiring to achieve. Tell him all about your adventures tho, he loves a good story!

‌He gets too easily bored, so he would fall head over heels for someone who can engage him in deep and interesting conversations, and be a bit of a tease as well, just enough to always keep him on the edge of his seat, but not to overdo it. After all, he is the tease one in the relationship, and he doesn't like the idea of giving up that title.

‌Speaking of him being a tease... yes, he's absolutely insufferable! In every sense. (Yes, that too!)

‌Dates with him are always so random and spontaneous, like, he'd take you on a bike ride to the beach at 3 AM, and you'd make sand castles in the dead of the night, just because. It's totally not because he's secretly a hopeless romantic and wanted to watch the sunrise with you, btw. Or he might get you out of your school/work just to take you to the rooftop of the highest building in his neighborhood, where you guys can throw water baloons on the passers-by down there, and photograph their reactions. Or you two would be in a middle of a rollercoaster ride and he'd scream into your ear: "Babe, let's go have a picnic in the woods, this ride is boring!" The worst best part - his idea of a "picnic" is pranking hikers by making weird noises. At least one thing is for sure with him - there is never a single dull moment!

‌But even as the chaos elemental that he is, he is actually looking for (inner) peace. He would want to feel safe and taken care of in a relationship, and I can picture him falling for his childhood friend. If not that, then he'd definitely go for the cozy, domestic, girl-next-door type. Despite what he shows to the outer world, he just craves familiarity and warmth.

‌His friend-turned-girlfriend definitely calls him Shuu-chan. He pretends it annoys him, but there's nothing he loves hearing more. And I will die on that hill if need be!

[vixensbrainrotts]

Young and Beautiful — Hanma Shuji

Content: Imagines

Warnings: vaguely sexual tension, nothing nsfw though

Summary: you decide to take boudoir pictures, and pleasantly surprised by your (very) hot photographer.

Vixen’s two cents: hello! This started out as an imagine but i realized i dont really like writing imagines (it feels so unstructured), so have this little scenario instead. Also, whilst rereading this i realize that Shui seems a little creepy and i swear i dint want him to come off like that?! It was a hot idea in my head, idk how well that that translated, lmk about it! Remember my REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! Also im still on the hunt for moots for proofreading and triangulation in case anyone is interested please contact me!!

When your auntie told you to go and take boudoir pictures, you thought she was talking crazy and waved her off with a polite smile, but she wouldn’t let up. “You’re as young and beautiful as you’ll ever be! Take them for yourself when you’re old like me! It might seem awkward but it’ll be worth it!”

If you would tell yourself from a week ago that you were had booked an appointment to the nearest place, you would have fainted. And if you would have told yourself from 4 hours ago, when you booked that appointment that you would eventually have to step INTO the store too, you would have freaked out. Screw that, you were freaking out now.

You had considered turning around and running about four or five times, but that little voice in the back of your head going pussy wouldnt leave you alone. In a burst of confidence you entered the shop and were met with a surprisingly comfortable atmosphere, and a cozy interior.

You scan the shop for a few seconds, deeming it good enough not to run out of right away, before a tall, slim figure emerged from one of the Backrooms. He wore a lazy smile when he came to you, clicking away at the computer on the desk before asking “Are you my boudoir at 4?” In a smooth, low voice.

You nod shyly in response, fidgeting with your hands a little. He chuckled in response “Don’t worry love, I won’t do anything- this is my job after all.”

He led you to a studio type room and handed you a robe. “Over there.” He said, and a long index of his rose to gesture to a little changing cabin in the corner of the room. “Ill go get everything set up for us.” And with that, he left you to freak out in the changing rooms because fuck he’s hot!

When you emerge again he’s already handling some sort of lenses to the end of the cameras, lights and props set up and ready to go. When he looks to you, you grow shy again and tug the robe a little tighter around your body. He sees this and nods reassuringly “It’s normal to be nervous, sweetheart.” Which only makes you more nervous.

He notices, but chooses to ignore it as he guides you to one of the chairs that are set up. “Now dont worry too much about anything. Just do your thing, ill do all the magic.” You sit, admittedly a little more relaxed but still stiff and he huffs with a smile. “Relax girl! You dont want these looking like pass photos do you?” And that makes you giggle a litte, finally loosening up again.

“There we go. That’s better already. Want me to talk you through it, distract you a little? Do you think that would help?” Eyes are soft but his gaze burns straight through you. “I think that would help, yeah.” And that makes him smile a little.

“How old are you anyway? You look very young- I don’t normally get a lot of girls your age.” He lifts the camera and clicks something on a little machine that begins whirring lightly in the background, producing little qualms of smoke. “I uh, im twenty two. Don’t get me wrong I would have never done this on my own accord, but my auntie, she said that id regret it my whole life if i don’t do this and all such things.”

Whilst you had been explaining, your robe had started slipping off your shoulders. You had noticed but found it the most natural transition into the inevitable. Getting more comfortable, you decided to throw your legs over one of the seat’s armrests, leaning back a little, getting comfortable, as he had advised.

“Thank your auntie for me then.” He whispered underneath his breath, the shutter clicking softly.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Don't get excited. This is short, yes. But will the rest of the shit I write continue to be short? Idk. Don't hold your breath. I don't need your death on my conscience.

C/W ::: Photographer!Hanma (again) x F.reader, 18+ beyond the SFW stuff.

MDNI UNDER THE CUT PLEASE AND THANKS

📷 Hanma HC's 🎥

SFW

🎬 Hanma loves to sneak around and take candid photos/videos of you. He likes to catch the moments when you think no one else is looking. 

🎬 Although, the amount of times you've caught the little shit tailing you has exceeded the number of fingers and toes you have. But you low-key love that he thinks you're interesting enough to study.

🎬 He has a special room that NO ONE knows about where he develops his pictures.

🎬 They're not ALL of you, either. He will photograph anything that catches his eye.

🎬 He takes pictures of cats, too, sometimes. And he'll punch anyone that makes fun of him for doing it.

🎬 He loves to film you doing normal day-to-day things, like cooking or reading or cleaning. (Showering, too.)

🎬 He has a photo of the two of you kissing on his wall of his developing studio. It's his favorite, and he never tires of looking at it.

NSFW

🎬 He has a picture of the first time his dick slid into your cunt in his wallet.

🎬 No ... You didn't know he took it. But you found it one day when he told you you could get some money for lunch. (Initially you freaked out but then you recognized it as yours and you never told him you found it. Though the cheeky grin on your face kind of gave it away that you saw it.)

🎬 You've caught him taking pictures of your boobs while you're sleeping sometimes.

🎬 He once hid a camera in your closet so he could see what you were like when you thought he wasn't around. But he didn't hide it very well.

🎬 He's tried filming the two of you having sex. It didn't work out the first few times because he was so excited to be doing it that he forgot to actually do it. But he eventually got the hang of it and now he's got a whole collection of porn with you two.

🎬 He loves to take pictures of your ass. And he loves it when you pose for him.

🎬 You caught him filming your vagina while he ate you out. And you were so nervous at first that you couldn’t relax. So you told him to turn it off. Did he? Of course not. He saw it aside and continued to eat you out until you came. When he showed you the video later, it turned on so much that you begged him to do it again sometime (soon).

🎬 He loves to film you masturbating.

🎬 He has a picture of your boobs on his phone that he looks at when he's jacking off.

🎬 He once bought you a sexy outfit that he would only let you have if you modeled it for him – and he got to take pictures of you in it.

🎬 He's even taken pictures of you asleep. He said he just liked the way you looked, but you were suspicious that he had other motives.

🎬 He's filmed you using toys. His favorite (and yours) are the clit sucker's. He loves how puffy your cute clit gets when you use it.

🎬 He's also filmed you using dildos, and he loves to tease you about how small they are compared to his dick.

🎬 Which makes him beam with pride, knowing you can take his (and only his) cock.

🎬 He's also tried recording you using your vibrator but he starts to feel a little jealous when he sees you deriving pleasure from something other than him.

 🎬 Why? Because. He's Hanma.

@katkusuo @trevengersprincess @kazutora-kurokawa @viburnt @darkstarlight82 @arlerts-angel @southside-otaku @bakubunny (hey, bunny, I tried tagging your other account and it wouldn't come up - in the future I will try that one first, if you prefer. lmk!)

[mitsuyeaah]

MUSE

SHUJI HANMA x f! reader

"pictures of the old us got me feelin’ older. i just thought you should know i never wanted closure but you had no problem leavin’, now i’m the one to feel it."

cw: photographer! hanma, angst, smut, oral (m receiving), nsfw (mdni), slight fluff, mentions of break up, hurt/no comfort, pet names (baby, doll, princess), swearing

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a/n: italicized paragraphs indicate the past!! :”) © divider: animatedglittergraphics-n-more

“Aaand, that’s all for today! I will send you a link for the pictures you’ve chosen after touching them up.” Shuji mused, looking up at his client from the chair he sat on, one hand on the mouse from scrolling through a collection of photographs he had recently taken. His client, a famous one at that, thanked and bid him goodbye before leaving his studio.

Finally.

Shuji leaned forward and propped his elbows on his desk, letting out a sigh he had been holding in since the session started while slowly massaging his temples. The client that booked him for today was unforgettable, today’s model–Hakkai Shiba– that he took photographs of was fine but it was his manager that made the shoot a little more complicated than it should have been.

Usually, his clients would give him the liberty to express his art and skills through the photographs he’s taken with a brief background of how they want the photos to turn out, and that was fine because it still gave him enough room to incorporate his ideas into each photograph taken. But Hakkai’s manager had asked more than he’d expected. This was fine by Shuji as it challenged him more than usual–and he had to thoroughly think of his next move–but it just overwhelmed him.

Just a bit.

He wasn’t usually like this during his booked sessions as he needed to be in his best mentality, mind cleared from any non-work related distractions but today was different. Shuji had somehow let his feelings get the best of him and is probably the reason why he’s blaming his client’s manager for feeling more stressed and on-edge.

It was a bittersweet day for him.

Shuji managed to bag a very famous model today, which meant the pay that came with it was also going to be good but today was also a very important one at that, well, it used to be important. Not anymore.

You and him were supposed to be six years today. Six years of loving each other, six years of waking up next to one another, six years of unforgettable memories. All was well, until one day last year, you decided to throw all those years down the drain like it was nothing, years wasted, just like that. You left him all alone in your shared apartment and took a piece of him that he knew he was never going to get back.

Now, he tried moving on with his life despite the gaping hole where his heart used to sit, beating for you, and you only.

Shuji cursed under his breath before opening the last drawer of his desk and reaching for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, upon doing so, he spotted a memory card in a transparent case which was underneath the cigarettes. He furrowed his brows, trying to wrack his brain around what it could be since it had no label on it.

The memory card was clearly used as it had a sticker attached on the case that he’d usually put when the card was full. He held a cigarette between his lips and lit it up, taking a long drag, savouring the way it filled his lungs before puffing out the heavy smoke and reaching for the mysterious memory card.

Wisps of smoke surrounded his workspace as he grabbed the camera—that was connected to his computer—which sat next to his computer and changed out its memory card with the one he’d found. Shuji grabbed his mouse and hastily exited the application that housed the collection of photographs he had taken today and clicked on the new icon that had popped up on his desktop.

He wasted no time and dragged the cursor of his mouse to where the icon was before coming to a sudden halt, the cursor hovering the icon, waiting to be clicked. Shuji sucked in a sharp breath as he read the name of the icon, ‘My Muse’, his heart skipped a beat at the name, he only had one muse. His one and only muse.

You.

He leaned back in his chair, contemplating whether to click it or not. He didn’t know whether opening the file was a good idea or a bad one, he sighed and took another long drag of his cigarette, leaning his head back before putting it out and leaving it in the ashtray.

Fuck it, he thought and opened the file. He didn’t know what kind of contents it housed but that wasn’t a reason for him to be this nervous about diving into the mysterious memory card.

The application quickly opened, loading a collection of photos. Of you, and there were many.

The computer screen showed the very first set of photos in the memory card, it was when Shuji was still in college starting out his Arts degree. He clearly remembered taking these photos like it was yesterday and internally cringing at some of them, some photographs were out of focus, some had the subject moving too quickly, and some were blurry in a way that he knew were caused by shaky hands.

“Come on, please? Just this once! I really really need a subject for this assignment.” Shuji practically begged on his knees, both his hands encasing one of your hands and shaking them as he looked at you with desperation.

You sighed and briefly closing your eyes before meeting his expectant gaze, his golden eyes glimmering with hope, “Shuji, I already told you… I am too busy typing up lab reports to be taking photos. Just go find someone else, plus, I’m not even photogenic .”

Apparently, Shuji had an assignment where they needed to photograph a live subject while focusing on some factors such as light and contrast while also emitting emotion from the still photographs. They were free to choose any concept as long as it closely followed the rules stated.

The tall man in front of you huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking over to the side to avoid your gaze, “But I want you to be my subject.” you could see a slight pink tinting his cheeks. He was adorable. Shuji turned his head back to you, looking defeated, “Just this once! I promised I won’t bother you about it again. Please? For your boyfriend?”

And how could you say no to that?

Later that night, Shuji had come into your dorm, a camera bag evidently slung over his shoulder and a laptop tucked on his side. He sat on your bed, fiddling with his digital SLR camera to sort out its settings so the photographs came out exactly how he wanted them; with you typing up your lab report in mind, Shuji decided he wanted to do a concept that all students closely related to.

Pulling an all-nighter. That was going to be his concept.

He wanted to photograph you while you typed your lab report. He wanted to capture the raw emotions of his subject going through the different stages of studying, the concentration, the thinking process, the stressing out, and the procrastination while also incorporating the play of light.

“Okay, just do your thing. Pretend like I’m not here at all.” he whispered, as if this was some kind of sacred moment. You nodded at his instructions and focused on your laptop in front of you, the lab report document already pulled up.

Shuji shuffled around you, trying to get the best angles that captured both the atmosphere and your emotions well, you heard the soft clicks of the shutter but paid no mind to it as it didn’t distract you as much. He also played around with the lamp that you had on, pointing it in certain angles that casted harsh shadows upon your face or illuminating the features that he had grown to love.

At first, you felt tense under the constant attention you gained but Shuji didn’t fail to calm your mind.

You had to hold yourself back from smiling as the constant quiet praises he gave you, giving occasional ‘Ooh yes, that’s a good pose. It really shows how stressed you are’, ‘I like that’, ‘Nice’ and other praises just like photographers seen in movies would do so. You knew he did those to reassure you that you were doing a good job for him, despite not claiming to be photogenic.

It didn’t take long before Shuji was satisfied with the photographs he took, finding some hidden gems amongst the collection of photos. You both looked at the shots on his laptop, laughing at some that looked funny, “I like this a lot, you made me look so pretty.” you giggled, leaning onto his shoulder as you circled his waist with both your arms.

“Hmm? No, no, it’s all you baby. But if that’s the case, then I might just make you my muse, huh?”

Shuji smiled at the old photographs of you. God, you looked so young and cute, he always liked photographing you when you were off-guard because of how real your emotions came out in the shots.

He looked at the last photo from that night, the light illuminating your features which produced a stark contrast against the dark background behind you. The photo showed you staring off to one side, chin rested on your palm and a small pout on your lips. Shuji remembered how he accidentally blurted out ‘so pretty’ as he looked through the viewfinder of his camera, it made you blush. He always liked making you blush, he liked how he could pull out such reactions from you.

Shuji scrolled further down the collection and stopped at a different set of photographs that captured his eyes. It was a group of black and white portrait shots of you, your features enhanced with makeup. You were definitely a little older here, probably during the time he was just starting out his own business of being a professional photographer.

These were one of the many photographs that he had up on his website gallery to familiarise potential customers more about his work and how he expressed his skills. Shuji rested his chin on his palm and clicked a photo, it showed a typical portrait photo of you, back straight, shoulders rolled back and facing the camera smiling.

It was the weekend, which meant that it was a time for relaxation and lounging around the apartment after doing some chores. You lazed on the couch, mindlessly scrolling and switching between social media apps, stopping at certain posts that piqued your interest.

Shuji waltzed into the living room, yawning loudly before slumping right beside you on the couch, head resting on your shoulders and an arm slinging around your front as he peeked at the screen of your device. “Can I ask you something?” he mumbled. You knew that tone, it was the one he used when he wanted something you couldn’t say no to.

“Lemme guess, another shoot?” you chuckled, placing your phone face down on your chest and slightly turned to look at your boyfriend. Shuji chuckled, “You know me so well.”

That’s what he liked about you so much, you could read his body language so well and he appreciated that a lot. He might’ve lied when he told you the first time that he wasn’t going to bother you again with his shoots back when you were in freshman college, because he clearly couldn’t get enough of you and your beauty.

You were Shuji’s favourite subject after all.

It made sense that it was going to be photographs of you plastered on his gallery website because to him, you were the epitome of beauty. You may not be flawless nor perfect in your eyes, but he loved every single thing about you. He loved how your expressions were always so genuine while you stood in front of the lens every single time because you always saw yourself as a non-photogenic person.

“Okay, let's take a break.” Shuji removed the camera from his face and walked over to his desk to set it down. You two were currently at his newly bought studio—that was still under construction— and he had set up a white backdrop and some lights for the shoot. You hopped off the stool you were sitting on and stood behind your boyfriend who now sat in front of his computer, surveying the black and white photographs of you.

Shuji whistled as he looked at them one by one, “You always give me the brightest and most genuine expressions. I love it so much, baby. So pretty.” he chirped, looking over his shoulder, his singular long gold earring swaying with the movement. You met his golden gaze that was filled with amazement and love that made you blush, you waved a hand, brushing him off, “It’s because you’re the one behind the camera. When someone that handsome is looking at me, I can’t help but do so.”

Now it was Shuji’s turn to blush. He shook his head and chuckled softly, “Come here.” he whispered as he pulled you onto his lap and securely wrapped an arm behind you. “Not to be sappy but… I’m really glad you’re still with me.” He started off, his expression turned into a sullen one.

“I know my career didn’t really start off stable and it’s just so competitive, too. I really appreciate you for sticking with me through ups and downs of my life, fuck, you even helped me pay for this studio. I’m grateful for you because if it was anyone else, I don’t know if they’d stick around longer than you.” Shuji’s sudden confession took you by surprise, he was never really one to be sappy and openly confess his feelings like this.

It made your heart ache thinking that Shuji thought other women would leave him for his unstable career path, his career definitely didn’t define him as a person. He had so much love to give you and that’s all that mattered, you were there with every up and down of his life because he deserved to experience it with someone he loves.

He had let you know countless times how stupid he felt for choosing such a career that didn’t exactly guarantee the future he wanted. Shuji was scared of the fact that he might not be able to provide enough for your future but you’ve reassured him countless times that you two were going to get through this together.

“God, Shuji, you know I don’t only see you for your career. I helped you pay for this studio because I saw how passionate you are with your work and I know people will soon appreciate that, and I will be there with you when that happens. I will be there cheering you on when that gallery exhibition you’ve been dreaming about finally comes to you.” You cupped his face, giving him a smile that calmed his heart down.

Shuji deserved everything in the world and you wanted to let him know that. He had been dreaming about wanting to host an exhibition to showcase his works as far as you could remember. You remember him telling you about it, a hopeful glint in his honey coloured eyes that made you want to follow him to the edge of the world.

If you could, you would pay to see his hard work finally paying off.

Shuji remembered this day. This was the day he asked you to be his subject for the photographs he was going to put up on his website. He also remembered how you reassured him that you were going to be there with every step of the way.

How ironic, he thought.

If only you knew back then that your words basically contradicted the situation now. Now, he was all alone, you weren’t by his side anymore. You didn’t cheer him on anymore, even after being sought out by many famous models and companies because of his excellent work.

Is this what it felt like to be alone at the top?

Being surrounded by so many people that absolutely adored his work but the one person that he did it all for didn’t even care anymore. The one person he strived to work hard for was gone.

Now that he finally had his work recognized, where were you?

Shuji let out a heavy sigh, propping his elbows on his desk and burying his face into his hands. It’s already been a year since you two broke up but why was he still this broken? Tears welled in his eyes at the thought of you and how he would never be able to feel your warm touch again, how he would never see your pretty face first thing in the morning and how he would never look forward to tomorrow because you weren’t there anymore.

The thought of you not being by his side broke him. He wanted to grasp something that he couldn’t.

Were you doing well these days? Do you still think about him? Questions ran through his mind. But the most important one of them all caused a tear to run down his face, have you already found someone else? Someone who loves you more than he does?

You probably did. You were a gem and he was sure no man would be able to resist you. On the other hand, he was all alone, still expecting you to come by his studio and wrap your hands around him. Shuji was still hoping for something that he knew was completely foolish and impossible.

But it never harmed anyone to dream.

He was about to exit the folder of photos until he caught a glimpse of a certain set of photos at the bottom row. He scrolled down to see the entirety of the collection, eyes widening at it. He sucked in a sharp breath before clicking on one of them, the application enlarging it which showed rather interesting poses of you in a racy lingerie.

His eyes darted everywhere. Fuck, you looked so sexy. You were lying on your front, chest rested and arms crossed on top of the arm rest of your sofa, feet kicked up, sporting black stilettos and back sexily arched while looking straight at the camera with a sultry expression.

You deliciously filled out the black lingerie you were wearing, the way it hugged your body in all the right ways caused Shuji to swallow thickly. This was the day he wanted to try something new, not just portraits, not just fashion photography, something more fun. Of course he’d only try it with you, and only you.

This photo was sometime around last year, a couple of months before you two broke up.

“A what?” you almost spat your morning coffee out. “A boudoir shoot. It would be fun!” Shuji took a sip out of his mug, throwing you a sly look while wiggling his brows. You playfully rolled your eyes at him, “Yeah, for you, pervert.” you chuckled.

“I don’t sense any disagreement though.” “You don’t even have to ask, you know I’ll say yes.”

“Oh good, cause I already know what you’re going to wear.” Shuji gave you a smirk before jumping up from his chair and practically sprinting to your shared bedroom, your eyes trailing him, confusion seeping in.

Shortly after, he came back out with a medium-sized white box and a distinct black bow tied around to seal it. Shuji carefully set the box next to your coffee and looked at you with expectant eyes, a saccharine smile forming on his pink lips, “Open it.”

You didn’t bother asking him what was inside because you knew he’s stubborn and would rather want you to find out by opening the box, you reached for one end of the black bow and pulled on it to untie it and placed your hands on the lid of the box and took it off, revealing the contents of it.

Amongst the white tissue paper, there lay a black lace lingerie set that you knew was barely going to cover anything. From the looks of it, it was a halter-bra that sported a very generous opening right in the middle of it, which would gloriously expose even more skin of the wearer. The set also came with matching panties and a suspender belt—which consisted of a small white bow in the middle of the garter—with opaque black thigh high socks.

Of course you weren’t new to these types of clothing and owned some yourself but this was completely different. It was sexy, very sexy. You don’t even know if you could pull the whole look off but the gaze Shuji was giving reassured you that it would compliment your body just fine, splendidly, even.

Shuji didn’t even give you enough time to examine the intricateness of its design before eagerly pushing you into the bathroom of your shared bedroom to try it on while he got his equipment ready.

It took you quite a while to put on the halter-bra due to the large opening right at the centre but you managed to put the set together without ripping the delicate fabric. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, the opening right on the middle of the bra was bigger than expected and exposed your inner breast area. The lacy panties barely covered anything and you weren’t going to lie, you liked the way it complimented your ass.

The suspender belt along with the opaque thigh high socks were the selling point and probably the reason why Shuji had picked this set without any hesitation. You knew Shuji was a sucker for the way thigh high socks tightly wrapped around your upper thigh, it did things to him to the extent where during your intimate times, he would leave them on, if you were wearing one.

You opened the bathroom door and poked your head out to see Shuji patiently waiting on your bed, equipment already in place. He was going all out for your boudoir shots, he even had his old reflectors set up and pointed at the bed—where you would be posing, you guessed—Shuji noticed you and stood up, eagerly telling you to show him how it looks.

Your palm instinctively covered the exposed area on your chest as you stepped out, you weren’t insecure about anything since Shuji had seen your body in its entirety but you were rather shy since it had been a while since you wore a lingerie set.

The tall man in front of you sucked in a sharp breath as he took your whole body in. He was at a loss for words, you were fucking beautiful. It looked like it was made for you with how well it hugged your body, he swore he felt himself getting hard by just the sight of you.

“Baby, you look so beautiful.” He gaped, softly tugging away the hand that covered your chest, Shuji leaned down and kissed at your exposed skin, earning a small sigh of content and making you shiver. “Shouldn’t we start the shoot first before doing anything? Or have you changed your mind?” You chuckled, slightly pushing him away by the chest, a teasing look on your face.

“Fuck, you’re right.” He breathed out, running a hand through his hair.

“Get on the bed for me and lie down with your head resting near the foot of the bed and cross one knee over the other—yeah, just like that. Try to place one arm near your head and give me a sultry expression.” Shuji instructed and you closely followed his instructions.

Your boyfriend shuffled around the bed, fixing your hair and the sheets to maximise the outcome of the photo.

You managed to pose several times on the bed, eventually incorporating black stilettos as well to amplify the sexy look. One of Shuji’s favourite shots were of you lying on your stomach, an elbow propped on the mattress and chin resting on your palm as you gave him a sultry look. Your feet were kicked up in the air and the black panty hooked on one heel of the stiletto. It was truly a sight.

The bed wasn’t the only location Shuji took photographs of you in, you two basically explored the whole apartment. From sexily posing on the couch to pressing your body against the wet walls of the shower and with every click of the shutter, Shuji grew harder.

He couldn’t help but admire the way your body seductively posed in different ways, the way your back arched the same way it would while he was fucking you. Fuck, he couldn’t help his dirty thoughts.

There was no hiding the fact that Shuji had a painful tent evident in his pants, you also saw the way his gaze changed as the shoot progressed further, his honey eyes that were once filled with enthusiasm now clouded with lust. His breathing also became shallow and he gripped his camera a little harder each time he had to move around to take photos as his hard cock would painfully rub against his clothing.

“Do you need help with that?” You smirked, looking down at the tent in his pants before meeting his lustful gaze. “Fucking hell, come here.” Shuji loudly set the heavy camera on the sink before pulling you into him and roughly kissing you against the counter of the sink.

His kisses were rough and desperate, just how you liked them. Shuji didn’t hesitate running his big hands all over your exposed body, from your hips to your waist and even up to your chest. He settled for your chest, massaging your breasts over the lacy fabric of the lingerie which earned a small whine from you.

The parting of your plump lips allowed Shuji to slip in his hot tongue, exploring the inside of your mouth and causing you to moan. “Fuck, can I rip this off already?” He whispered against your lips, fingers hooking on either side of the opening of the halter-bra.

He didn’t even give you any time to protest before completely ripping it apart. The bra now loosely sat on your chest and revealed your breasts as the ripped fabric rested on either side of your chest. Your boyfriend leaned down and sucked on the valley of your breasts while massaging each mound with a hand.

Shuji’s hands were big enough to encase the entirety of your breasts which made them easier to massage, it also felt a hundred times better due to the fact that he was able to squeeze and play with your breasts all in one go as it fit perfectly against his hands.

Your hands flew up to his hair, tugging at them as he sucked on your nipple, his tongue swirling around the bud, causing you to become even more sensitive to his touch, Shuji also slipped his hand underneath your breast and pushed it up to shove more flesh in his mouth, earning a loud moan as you threw your head back.

He groaned against your skin at the feeling of your hands roughly tugging at his hair, he made his way back up to your neck and peppered it with kisses and bruises, his mouth alternating between sucking, biting and kissing at the sensitive skin.

You pressed your hands on his chest and slightly pushed him away to break the kiss, you dropped down to your knees and reached for his pants, fingers hooking around the garter of his joggers and pulling it down to reveal his hard cock straining against his black underwear. 

There was already an evident wet patch where his tip was as you palmed him through the piece of clothing, Shuji’s knees almost buckled at this and practically had to rest both his hands on the edge of the counter, effectively trapping you between him and the sink.

He hissed as you pulled his boxers down, his hard cock finally springing free from its confines. You gaped at his length, it was standing proudly and had an evident vein that ran down on one side—a vein that you often liked to trace with your tongue—and his tip an angry red with precum, waiting to be sucked on.

You trailed kisses along the vein that ran on the side of his cock, earning a desperate groan from Shuji, he gripped the edge of the counter a little tighter, knuckles whitening as you massaged his balls while peppering kisses all over his length. He loved it so much when you did that but it made him more desperate for your touch, more desperate for your mouth.

“Fuck, princess, just suck me off already.” he whined, one hand leaving the counter and down to your face, brushing out strands of loose hair that covered your face before resting against your cheek, thumb tenderly caressing your skin. You looked up at him and met his heavy-lidded gold eyes that were full of desperation, Shuji lifted up his shirt, biting at the seam so it wouldn’t get in the way.

God, you looked so pretty looking up at him like that, leaning into his palm while you kissed up his dick, hands still massaging his heavy balls. Shuji swore he could cum from this erotic sight alone. If only he could take a picture of you right now so he could savour this moment forever but he was too focused on the way your mouth moved against his dick to reach over the sink and grab his camera.

Shuji threw his head back with a loud groan as you finally put his tip inside your mouth and sucked on it hard, stiff tongue running up and down his precum-filled slit. He tasted salty but you didn’t care, you were used to it anyway.

Both his hands flew to your hair as you took his length into your mouth, inch by inch, his hips desperately bucking into your mouth and hands pulling at your strands, “Ah! Fuck, baby, that’s it—mhm! Take all of me like the champ you are.” Shuji groaned as he completely bottomed out the fabric of his shirt falling from his mouth, your nose made contact with his pubic bone along with his balls that sat against your chin.

Shuji was so fucking deep that you had to grip onto his thighs to ground yourself, “Breathe through your nose baby, I won’t go easy on you.” he whined at the way your mouth felt so hot against his dick. He slowly pulled out, his fingers tangled in your hair, gripping the side of your head before thrusting back in, setting slow deep thrusts into your mouth.

Soon, his thrusts sped up, hips desperately bucking into your face while his heavy balls slapped against your chin, Shuji couldn’t help but harshly grip and tug your hair from the pleasure that engulfed his tall body. He was so vocal. His mouth hung open and eyes tightly shut, endless profanities and pornographic moans rolling out of his mouth.

You could only sit there and take what he was giving you, all of it while you held his shirt up against his stomach. Endless tears rolling down your cheeks due to how deep he was going and jaw hurting at this size but you behaved like the good girl you were and tried your best to bring Shuji closer to his high by hollowing your cheeks. This made your mouth grip him tighter, earning a strained groan from him.

All kinds of dirty sounds could be heard throughout the apartment, from Shuji’s dirty talking and endless moans to the wet sounds of your mouth as he thrusted in and out of you.

You knew Shuji was nearing his climax with the way his deep groans turned into frequent light and airy breaths that ended in small whines, chest heaving with every breath that escaped past his lips.

“Ngh—ah! I’m cumming, doll! Take all of my fuckin’ load like the good girl you are—ah!” Shuji threw his head back, letting out a loud erotic moan and buried his dick deep inside your mouth and spurts of his thick cum ran down your throat. You rode out his orgasm by massaging his balls, squeezing and tugging at them, just how he liked it.

Shuji whined as he pulled out of your mouth, pulling you up and tasting him against your tongue. “Fuck, I love you so much.” he panted against your lips as he rested his sweaty forehead against yours.

He exited the application before he ventured any further into your boudoir shots, he felt like he wasn’t allowed to view them anymore since you two were no longer together. Shuji let out another heavy sigh and leaned back into his chair, briefly looking up at the ceiling of his studio, before completely logging off and turning off his computer. He quickly packed up his things and closed up for the day.

He had a big day tomorrow.

Tomorrow was the day that he was hosting an exhibit to showcase his work in a gallery, the day he’s been dreaming about for as long as he could remember. Normally, he would be ecstatic and over the moon about his first exhibit but there was a missing piece in his chest and he knew you weren’t going to be there to cheer him on tomorrow.

No one was going to be reaching for his hand whenever he was hit with a wave of anxiety anymore.

—

The gallery was busy. The exhibit was open for the public eye, so many journalists and people that admired Shuji’s photography didn’t miss the opportunity to view the showcase of his work.

Each wall was plastered with different collections of photos he had taken throughout the years, accompanied with a little blurb at the bottom of the photograph to explain and give viewers a little insight about the certain picture.

Shuji walked through the gallery, people greeting and congratulating him on the success of his first exhibition, he tried his best to give out genuine smiles and ‘thank you’s’ but he couldn’t help but think back to the day where you told him you were going to be there cheering him on when the day he holds an exhibition finally comes.

The day finally came but where were you?

He stopped in front of a particular photograph, he couldn’t help but add the black and white portrait photo of you, the one where you had the most genuine expression, the one where you said you only had those expressions because he was the one behind the camera. The blurb under this photo was sweet and short, ‘My Muse.’

“You said you’d be here to cheer me on.” Shuji whispered to himself, scoffing as he looked up at your picture. A woman stood next to him as well, keenly viewing the photograph, a bit embarrassed for being caught talking to himself, he was about to silently walk away until the woman beside him spoke up.

“And I am. I never broke my promise.”

Shuji whipped his head to the woman next to him. It was you, his muse. His heart raced as his eyes darted across your features, the features that he had grown to love so much. He was at a loss for words, suddenly everyone else in the room disappeared and he only saw you, his ears tuning out every single sound that didn’t come from you.

Were you actually here? He wasn’t hallucinating, right?

He took your appearance in, all of it. Your hair was now shorter than he remembered and it was styled very differently from the way you wore it in the photograph on the wall and his heart sank, realising that the person he held onto in his memories and photographs no longer existed.

You looked so different now.

But you still had that genuine expression on your face as you met his gaze, this time you weren’t in front of the lens and he wasn’t behind the camera anymore. It was just the two of you, face to face and nothing in between. “I’m so proud of you, you know that, right?” You gave him a small smile before walking away, he wanted to run after you, take your hand in his and never let you go but he stood grounded in his spot.

Unmoving and unsure what to do.

Tears welled up in his eyes, his vision becoming a blur as he stared at your figure walking away from him for good, for the second time in his life. God, he has never hated seeing your back so much until now, he hated how you walked away and never even turned once to look at him.

It was so unfair. You were so unfair, how did you think that suddenly coming into his life again was going to do him any good? Shuji was back to square one, his heart ached and yearned for you more than ever.

It didn’t matter to Shuji anymore that you never broke your promise because you did something worse, you broke his heart.

© mitsuyeaah

[arlerts-angel]

booking a boudoir session with photographer hanma and it ends with him taking pictures of you two fucking.

"shit," he breathes, "i don't think i've ever fucked anyone as pretty as you" he grins. the sloshing of your cunt fills your ears.

"gonna let me take some pictures? free of charge~♡ you just look so god damn good right now... taking my cock so well."

[yandere-writer-momo]

Fall is on the mind so I wanted to make some cute fluffy fall date head canons!

Happy Fluffy Friday

Baki Head Canons

Fall activities with Baki men (+ Kozue)

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Katsumi Orochi

Hot apple cider and fall rom coms (he always chickens out with horror movies)

Sweet kisses, soft giggles, and cuddling under the same scarf

Haunted houses (he always picks you up and runs out of there)

Matching fall outfits

Katsumi is incredibly romantic. Expect his social media to be flooded with pictures he took of you (and him)

Baki Hanma

Jumping in leaf piles

Pumpkin spice lattes and other fall treats

Haunted houses

Baki is so sweet. He takes a lot of pictures of you during each activity

Jack Hanma

Hiking in the forest to see the leaves changing colors

Stealing his hoodies

Cuddling by the fire place and drinking hot cocoa (he put protein powder in his)

Sitting on a hill together to watch the stars after he’s done training

Jack doesn’t say much about his feelings for you, but his actions show you that he cares

Hanayama Kaoru

He will buy anything you want. Whether it’s a new fall wardrobe or seasonal treats, he will buy it for you

Hanayama is down for whatever activity you’d like to do so long as it’s classy

He would take you to a fall festival and he’d secretly hire a photographer to take pictures of you during the entire outing so he can keep the pictures in an album

Hanayama just enjoys spending time with you

Kaioh Retsu

Fall treats and pumpkin carving. Retsu is surprisingly artistic

Retsu enjoys fall festivals and he loves the weather. He thinks it’s cute that the two do you adorn matching sweaters

Retsu is all about the seasonal treats. He’s a little sucker for sweets. He is quite fond of chai tea and pumpkin cookies

He is the perfect boyfriend

Pickle

Why? Why would you bring him along to the fall festival?

Pickle ate a handful of leaves and then cried in your arms because they tasted awful

Pickle burned his tongue on hot apple cider and it made him incredibly sad (you made it up to him by getting him apple cider slush)

Pickle also ate all the apples in the apple dunk activity. You can’t keep your eyes off him for a second…

Kozue Matsumoto

Baking sweet treats! Kozue loves to bake with you

She insists on wearing matching sweaters with you. She thinks it’s cute

Kozue also knitted you a scarf for when it’s extra chilly

She mostly enjoys being inside with you so she can rest her head on your chest

Kiyosumi Katou

He brings you to a distillery to try all of the seasonal beverages. He swears he won’t drink much (you have to get the two of you a ride back home)

He mostly enjoys the simplicity of laying in bed or on the couch with you. Katou just enjoys being near you

Katou isn’t much of an activity guy, but if there’s something you really want to do, he will go with you

Doppo Orochi

Perfect husband material right here. He will surprise you with presents that contain seasonal clothing or treats. Doppo just loves to make you smile

Doppo will take you to all the festivals you want to go to. He enjoys being in your company so any activity with you, brings him joy

Doppo will give you his jacket if you get to be a little chilly. He always puts your well being above his own

He secretly takes pictures of you sipping apple cider or staring at the leaves on his phone. You won’t know about it until you see the collage he made to be his Home Screen

Doppo constantly steals pumpkin cookies from you when you’re not looking

[shujilovedive]

'Aren't you supposed to be a professional?'

Photographer Hanma x Reader

cw: visual nsfw link, nsfw, degradation, slight bimbofication, humiliation, coercion, accidental stimulation, no protection, dacryphilia, discipline, spanking, teasing, manipulation, he plans to take advantage of you, slightly naive reader, sex tape, nude photos, Hanma is a pretty vile person but reader doesn't care since they want it, cum play, facial, tit play, lots of cum, he spits in your mouth, tiny bit of fluff if you squint near the end? cold temperature play. Reader has a kitty and tits.

description: I honestly don't think Hanma would ever be this mean so it is a bit exaggerted. I'm really proud of this fanfic and excited for it to be the real first one on this page. I hope you guys enjoy this, especially the Hanma Shuji pages following me. I also hope you enjoy that spicy link.

“Just like that…perfect.”

You watched from the side of the photo shoot as Shuji Hanma, a renown and well known photographer instructed the model currently posing on set. You tried your best to conceal your jealousy, fingers tugging at the lace of your pretty dress. Everyone knew who he was, his work circling the globe from magazine to television. His style was incredible and one of a kind, notable and rewarded beside other famous photographers despite his rumored attitude. but that’s not what made you envious of the girl being photographed.

How could you not fancy someone like Shuji Hanma? Looks were something he thrived in, long two toned hair and striking golden eyes that could make anyone shiver under his intimidating gaze. Another thing you noticed about him was how bored and uninterested he had looked the whole day, until he was finally on set and snapping away with his camera. His demeanor was completely different now that he was working, a sort of light had appeared in his eyes as he had began doing his job. It was clear to everyone in the room who had stopped to see the artist at work, that his talent was unquestionable and so was his love for his work .You wanted to know what it took to catch a man’s eye like his, for modeling or for something more.

“Tilt your head a bit to the right for me….a bit farther. Great.” His camera light flickered against the models skin and the background of the set as he snapped another photo, looking down at it on his camera before moving to look at the latest line of photos he had taken on the computers set up behind the lights. He leaned down to look at the screen, some hair falling out of the bun as his eyes moved back in forth between the photos and the time.

You had to remind yourself to stop staring, the last thing you wanted was for him to catch you ogling him. When was the last time you had found a man so attractive though? You worked with male models all the time, yet none of them had peaked your interest like the world famous photographer. Hell, you had a small poster of him on your wall, he was even more popular in the modeling community. People would kill to model for him.

“We have time for a couple more, sir. But the second photographer has arrived and we must prepare his set.” One of the men assisting Shuji informed him. Hanma looked at the time and compared it to the one on his watch before scoffing softly, eyes returning to the photos. “I don’t like any of these.” He stated simply, ignoring the way the others man’s mouth dropped open in response. Suddenly Hanma’s attention left the computer and his eyes moved to where the new models were gathering, to where you were standing.

His annoyed eyes immediately locked onto yours. Suddenly your whole body felt hot, he had definetly caught you looking at him and their was nothing positive about the look worn on his face. He blinked at you, one of his brows lifting in response to your own gaze on him. Only when you finally looked away, face hot and bordering on light red, did he glance down towards your feet then back up at your face.

You thought that maybe you had imagined him looking at you, because when you glanced back over, he was packing up his things to the other man and the models dismay. “This was a waste of my time. None of these are going to work.” He looked up at the model who looked like she was about to cry, “Sorry.” You felt bad for her, you really did. But you could only feel bad for so long when Shuji Hanma had suddenly turned again and was approaching you. His camera laid around his neck, laptop under his arm and papers under the other as he stepped in front of you, eyes glued to yours. You were sure the face you were making at that moment had to have been embarrassing, maybe one of disbelief or even fear because whatever it was made him crack a slight grin. “What’s your lineup?”

You felt like a deer frozen in headlights for a moment before realizing he was asking you your place in the line up of models being shot. You dipped your head in apologies before jumbling out the words you could, “Sorry- One. I’m number one.” The fact that you had even gotten the words to leave your mouth was surprising and you were quickly becoming aware of the people around you staring at the interaction you two were having.

“One?”, He raised his eyebrows for a moment and looked away, seemingly thinking before looking back down at you again. “Okay, once you’ve finished your shots, I’ll be waiting near the dressing room. Today has been a drag, but you might be able to salvage it. How’s that sound?” He wasnt like any photographer you had spoken to before, some were eager while others quiet, barely communicating with the models. Meanwhile he was straight forward and unapologetic, like no one else’s opinions of him or reactions mattered. He spoke like he had control. And you couldn’t deny that.

You could see that bored look returning to his eyes as you hesitated to reply, overwhelmed by the eyes on you and sudden pressure of the situation. “Yes, sure.” You agreed, bowing slightly in respect. He continued to look down at you, a small sound resembling a laugh left his nose. “Great.”

That was the gist of your first conversation with him. You struggled to get through your shots due to nerves, thanking whatever god was looking down upon you that he wasn’t watching your shoot. The moment you were done and the photographer called the next models, you removed your uncomfortable heels and began to make your way to the dressing room. He was leaning on the wall beside the door to the dressing room, fiddling with his camera, that piece of hair still hanging in front of his face. He noticed you coming before you had arrived, lifting his head up to look at the way you padded down the hall, forcing you to speed up to make the situation less uncomfortable. You had to have caught his eye in someway, somehow and you didn’t want to make him wait any longer since your shoot had lasted twenty minutes.

“I already took a look at your modeling portfolio from one of your agents, y/n.”

Your name coming from his mouth made butterflies flap around inside your stomache as you stopped in front of him, nodding in response.

“I’ll be direct with you, I hate scooting around the subject. I have a shoot coming up and I’m in need a of a model. The one I had doesn’t fit my vision.” You felt like your heart was going to explode. A chance to work with Shuji Hanma himself wasn’t just exciting because you were totally swooning over him but it would look amazing on your portfolio. The kind of work that could open you up to would be loads above your level. Maybe Hanma could see that you were a bit to excited and that your focus has shifted cause his hand suddenly came up and tapped under your chin, pulling you back to reality. “Hay.”

“I’m sorry, I apologize. I’m just tired.” You rushed to come up with a excuse for your lack of full attention on him. Feeling like you had already embaressed yourself in front of him more than once.

“Mhm. This gig isn’t a normal gig though. It’s for one of my side projects that isn’t public. You’ll be payed nicely for it in exchange.” He watched you, studying your reaction to his words before continuing, “It’s a nude shoot.”

You felt your mouth drop open, mind scrambling to understand what he had just said. Horribly, you could feel your insides turn at just the idea of a nude shoot with Shuji Hanma. For a side project too? That meant something more personal to him. “I’m interested.”

He once again seemed to eye your form for a moment before brushing that one strand of hair out of his face. “Interesting. Here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, unlocking it and pulling up the contact list before placing it in your hands. “Add yourself in. I’ll get in contact with you. I’d prefer to work directly with you over an agent on something like this.”

He watched you struggle to type your number into his phone before slipping it out of your hands and into his pocket, golden eyes meeting your again. “I’ll need to see what I’m working with before I promise you the gig. Work to get me some decent shots, ya?”

“And for the record. When it comes to my private shoots, I like to take a more hands on approach.” You swear that you once again saw a more amused look in his eyes, while he studied your reactions. You had no clue just how excited he truly was to get his hands on you. “So if you have a boyfriend. This probably won’t work…”, he trailed off, easily baiting you into a quick response.

“I don’t.” You answered as if was a question, eyes practically pleading with the man in front of you. He smiled a bit before lifting his hand to pat your cheek lightly. “Good. I’ll be in contact, don’t miss it.”

Maybe you were a bit to hasty to jump into it, because the moment you got home that day, you began to figure out how you’d do those “portfolio” shots. You knew including your manager would ruin your chances, Hanma had already told you he wanted to work with you personally and you couldn’t imagine the paperwork and everything that would go into prepping you for taking nude shots in a professional environment. And Hanma had specified that this wasn’t a public photo shoot. You were alone on this one and completely lost.

What exactly did he want? Completely nude shots? Were you supposed to pose in them like a regular photo shoot or did he want to see everything you were working with?

You hated the way you were wet while working on the shots, you were supposed to be a professional. But the idea of Hanma Shuji looking through these photos of you, made you squeeze your knees together. You decided to go with a almost completely nude variety of photos, the only clothes on being a small pair of panties that pressed against the outline of your pussy and cupped it in the perfect way.

You set your camera up on the stand you had originally bought to do your first portfolio and picked out different places to pose. On the couch, your bed, the shower and more. You didn’t want to go overboard but at the same time Hanma hadn’t been very specific about the kind of shots he wanted other then suggesting that they needed to be nude.

Over the next few days, you redid some shooting during your free times and went through the photos. Photos of you on your bed and on your knees, legs open for the camera to catch every dip and curve of your body. Photos of you laying in bed or on the couch, eyes soft and focused on the camera. Photos of you in the most compromising positions you had ever sent to someone.

It took you a week to finish up all the photos, picking out the ones you like and gathering them all up before putting them in a google drive folder. Now you just had to wait for Shuji Hanma to get back to you. You were semi nervous that none of this would actually work out, he would find another girl he liked more than you. You hated how it haunted your mind, wanting him to get back to you so bad. So when he finally texted you only a few days after you finished your photos you couldn’t stop yourself from answering almost immediately.

You were laying on your bed on your stomache late at night, scrolling through social media ands communicating with your agent. A notification lit up on your screen from a unsaved number, saying the following.

‘It’s Shuji. How are those shots going? I was hoping to get this shoot done as soon as possible.’

‘I actually already finished them, I didn’t have much to do this week so I kept myself busy working on them.’

That wasn’t true at all, but you were so so enamored and desperate to have them ready for him that you didn’t mind filling up all your free time with preparing them.

'Here is my email. Go ahead and forward them to me.'

Your stomached dropped, you had been waiting to send them to him but now that the moment was here, you were starting to feel anxious and nervous, but yet excited still at the same time. You slid off your bed, walking on your bare feet to your desk, sitting down and opening your laptop. Once your email was pulled up, you went a head and typed in Hanma's email before hesitantly dropping the google file into the attachment box. This felt wrong deep down, you were sure Shuji Hanma had to be more professional, everything about this seemed suspicious but you weren't willing to give up the idea of doing a nude shoot with Shuji Hanma. So you sent the email.

You didn't get a reply immediately, in fact you didn't get a reply till late the next day, over text. You had no idea why he took so long to respond, he was probably just busy, right? But maybe he had disliked your photos so much that he was going to ghost you, those were the only two options, they had to be. Or maybe he would want you to retake them, considering this was your first attempt.

None of these scenarios were true though, you had no way of knowing that the professional photographer had neglected to sift through your photos seriously. Instead laying back on his bed with his phone in one hand and his throbbing cock in the other. Shuji was shameless about it, he felt no true guilt for manipulating you into sending him photos. And he wouldn't feel bad when he lured you into his "shoot" with a more intimate and gross intent in mind. He had seen the way you shied away from him, your submissiveness not lost on him at all. Just how eager you were to do this "shoot". You were naïve, pretty yet stupid. Perfect.

His thumb ran over his wet red tip, stroking it before pumping his cock to a certain photo of you with your legs spread on your bed, tits so pretty and noticeably hard. He kept sifting through the photos, continuing to stroke his needy cock to each and every one. He could feel that high slowly building up, but was quickly sent over the end by a certain photo of you, laying on your back with your legs spread. A noticeable wet stain on your panties, saying all he really needed to know. He came into his hand and groaned, rolling his head around his shoulders with a sigh. As good as it felt, he knew getting his hands on you would feel even better.

'I looked through your photos. You'll do fine for the idea I have in mind, lets set a date."

Your heart soared above all that anxiety and waiting after a full day. Hell, you stayed up for two hours, waiting and worrying. But now you had set a date for the actual shoot. Shuji informed you that there was no need to bring anything, asking for your size in panties and lingerie so he could choose your outfits accordingly. He had no real use for the lingerie size but decided it would be a bit more convincing.

As the date of the shoot grew closer though, you felt that sinking anxiety returning to your stomach. This man may have been popular for his work but he was still a stranger at the end of the day. A attractive stranger but a stranger none the less. You had enough common sense to know that going to a strangers house with such little info other than the address and time wasn't a good idea. You would be putting your trust into the person providing you that info, but yet these worries still hadn't convinced you to call off the agreement. Not to mention the huge amount of money he was promising in return.

The day of the photoshoot came faster than you expected it, catching you by surprise when your alarm went off and informed you of your plans for the day. You needed a new word to describe the nerves bundled up inside you, anxiety wasn't cutting it anymore. You felt uneasy and unsure, almost turning your car around on the way to the given address. But you used some of your favorite music to calm you down and give you a boost of confidence, paying attention to that over the distance your gps was informing you was left till your destination.

But once Hanma Shuji opened the front door to the penthouse you had arrived at, in a tight fitting black shirt with his hair pulled back in a bun. God, you forgot why you were so unsure about coming, a cigarette hung from his lips, eyes burning into yours as he held the door open. "Coming in?" He questioned you with a almost snarky tone, raising an eyebrow at the way you seemed to freeze.

"Yes, sorry. Your house is just really nice." You were quick to come up with and excuse, walking past him into his home. He moved the cigarette around in his mouth ever so slightly with his tongue before shutting the door behind you. "Mhm, cost me a good chunk of money, but I earned it back relatively quickly." He shrugged, muscles moving under the black fabric, catching your eye. "So..", Your eyes lingered for a moment before returning to look up at him," Where are we shooting?"

You were led into Hanma's bedroom, in the center of the room against the wall was his large bed covered in grey and white bedding. Lighting was already set up around his room and so was his camera, though you couldn't help but notice the video camera also attached to it, plugged into his laptop. Shuji walked around you as you froze in the entrance of the room, hand grazing lightly against yours as he approached the laptop and began fiddling with it. You continued to scan the room, noticing a array of pretty panties folded on one of his dressers, a bottle of massage oil, wipes, hair brush, folded rags and more. You had no idea what a shoot like this needed to be prepared so you assumed that these were all necessary. Hanma's gaze slowly left the computer, gazing at you as you stood near the door, "You comin' in or not? Are you nervous?"

"A little." You admitted, throat tightening as he observed you, laying his head in one hand that he propped up on his table. "You shouldn't be. Treat this like any other shoot....I did need to discuss something with you though." Hanma already had a plan, he wanted to shame you as much as he could, break you. It was always interesting to him to see models, usually elegant and or entitled being broken down and ruined. Hopefully he could even make a permanent impact on your confidence, pushing you into shame and guilt. Maybe you'd even get a new career. That would be funny.

"Come here." He motioned for you to come over to where he was standing at his pc, looking down at the monitor. You nodded and approached the desk that was facing towards the bed, eyes gluing onto the screen, your nude photos pulled up on the monitor. You felt your face flush as you looked at him, his golden eyes flicking from the explicit photos back to you before clicking on a specific photo. "Do you notice something about this photo?" He asked, moving back so you could get closer to the laptop and allow himself to hover behind you. You shuffled in front of him, eyes focusing onto the screen as you tried to get yourself into that professional mindset. It took you a moment to figure out what he was talking about, but once you did, you felt sick, face burning. You must have missed this photo when you were cutting out the ones you didn't want, a particular photo of you on your back, legs open and panties drenched.

Hanma could tell you were frozen in shock, panick or humiliation so he leaned forward over your shoulder, hands landing on either side of the desk and locking you in. "You see it right? I don't know if you meant to send me this...",

"I didn't!"

"...but It's extremely unprofessional and unbecoming, don't you think? You're lucky I didn't throw these photos out and discontinue contact with you." His breathe bounced on your neck, tone slightly mocking and patronizing, but only enough to still sound proffesional.

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to send this. If I had known-".

"Sure, but its to late now, right?" He interrupted you, one hand lifting off the table and reaching toward the screen thumb landing on the wet spot, you felt like were gonna throw up.

"You'll make sure this doesn't happen again, right?" He sounded almost threatening, thumb swiping off your body before returning back to where his hand had set.

"Say yes." He murmured darkly, tapping on the table.

Your words came out, nodding quickly, "Yes, I promise." You couldn't promise that though and you knew it.

"Good." He suddenly pulled back, demeanor returning to the less threatening version of himself he usually had, seemingly bored and unbothered. "I've picked out some garments to choose from. I'd like for you too model at least three from this particular line I work with. " Now that part wasn't a total lie, but he got these panties for free from the line so he thought he'd put them to use. His hand found your frozen form, turning you and slowly pushing your towards his dresser.

The panties ranged from delicate and angelic, expensive and gorgeous to slutty and revealing.

"I want to pick a variety of styles, so one from each of these separate categories. Go ahead and choose, I don't care which one. Then feel free to undress in my bathroom and put them on."

This was really happening, your fingers moved over the fabric, hands shaking nervously as he returned to his computer. You always had a affinity for dress up and obviously clothes so you quite enjoyed this part of picking which panties to model, from the innocent pile a pair of tighter white panties. From the fancier pile, a pair of blue velvet panties with a heart cut out in the back. But picking from the more explicit pile was harder. V-strings, almost completely sheer panties, a particular pair with a slit in the bottom, perfect for a guy to slip into without having to take them off you and one with pearls where the bottom of your panties would be. No matter which one you chose, your pussy would be on display so you chose the one with the least amount exposed, the one with the slit in the middle that only cracked open slightly unless purposely opened up. Hanma didn't spare you a glance as you made your way to his bathroom, shutting the door behind you before deciding on the first pair to model. The innocent ones. You took off your clothes and folded them neatly on his sink before sliding the white panties up your legs.

You looked at yourself in the full mirror he had against the wall, face darkening as you turned around and looked at the way it cupped and outlined your puffy pussy. So much for innocence. Slowly opening the door up , you felt the initial need to cover your chest, hands moving upwards to place over your nipples. Hanma turned to looked at you, bored gaze barely affected as he stared at you. "Professionalism." He stated simply before looking back at his laptop.

Your stomached dropped, feeling stupid for covering yourself up when he was going to be photographing you like this the whole time.

He began to pull up some chosen poses before beggining to fiddle with his camera and lighting again. "Look at the first one out of the lineup. The image will be reversed here, so you are going to face the right side." Still not looking at you as he explained. You approached the computer, eyes landing on a photo of a girl with her body turned slightly away from the camera, the side of her left tit visible on the camera while she sat with her knees under her, facing the right side.

"Go ahead and attempt to position yourself, I'll adjust you where needed in a moment."

Hands on. He had mentioned that he would take that approach and you had been excited, but now you felt scared after how tough he had already been on you. Slowly, you climbed onto his bed, moving towards the right side of the bed before attempting to position yourself the way he had instructed.

He watched you through the camera, expression not showing just how ecstatic he was to finally get his hands on you. He wouldn't get to overly touchy with you right away, wanting to get you comfortable first before scaring you shitless when he inevitably began to cross the line of professionalism. Maybe he'd even convince you it was normal. He walked over the his desk and grabbed the massage oil, tossing it to you. "Work some of that onto the left side of your body."

Great, even more surprises. Flipping over the bottle, you squirted some of the sweet smelling, clear liquid into your hand and began to massage it onto your side, thigh and ass, avoiding looking at Hanma at all. Who was messing with the files on his computer to make sure they saved correctly, eyes slowly moving over the laptop to look at the way your skin moved under your hands. He knew wearing dark pants was the best decision today.

"Okay, you're doing it wrong. " His words were harsh and so was the look he gave you as he approached you, grabbing onto your legs gently and moving them to the right side, slowly position your calves into the place he wanted. He continued to do do this with every pose you were instructed to do, going between his camera, laptop and your body, big hands moving you perfectly into every position without making your to uncomfortable. His serious and focused vibe was still scary, but you began to feel more comfortable with the way he positioned you, heart beat slowing down in your chest. Even then though, you could feel the warmth in your stomache.

You finished the first set of photos in a hour, with a small break in between. Hanma left you in his room, walking down the hall and stopping at his air conditioner, before fiddling with the temperature, the warmth coming from it quickly changing to a colder breeze.

He returned to the bedroom and began sifting through the photos, forcing you to sit on the bed naked and slightly uncomfortable for about ten minutes until he spoke again. "Go change into the next pair and go ahead and put that oil all over yourself again."

You did what you were instructed, changing into the blue panties and reapplying the oil before exiting the bathroom. His eyes returned to your form before a deep annoyed sigh left his lips. "Stop being stingy with it." He dropped his mouse, obviously irritated as he walked past you into the bathroom and grabbing the oil, squirting some in his hands. "Come here, can you follow instructions right for once? Do all your photographers have to baby you like this?" He mocked you, continuing to poke at your confidence, forcing you to feel ashamed with every comment. Your whole body tensed up as his hands landed on your hips, beginning to rub the oil around your midway, up your stomache, on your side then directly onto your chest. You felt like you could cry or even whine as he hands moved circles around your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples once or twice before moving on to apply to your shoulders. He continued to oil you up, despite his eyes landing on your hardened nipples which you had also noticed, looking down in shame with your fingers tugging at your own hair. He made your turn around and gave the same treatment to your ass, hands circling around the plush skin before moving to your thighs, dangerously close to your panties and downward towards your calves.

It felt like forever when he was finally done and he gave you a little pat on your hip before pushing you slightly towards the computer. "Same thing. Try to get them right this time. Ya?" And so the cycle continued, but this time you felt a difference. Hanma's confidence when it came to positioning you was now alot higher. You tried to convince yourself that he was just getting more comfortable with you now and so he felt safe with the way his hands lingered close to your core and around your chest and neck. His grip on your body was tighter now as well and his gaze lingered longer. And in a way, you felt tighter and colder.

"There." He tapped the last button on his laptop after making you sit there for another 10 mintes, denying your request to use a blanket, saying it would mess up the oil he had applied. "Go change into the last pair."

You slowly slid of the bed and shuffled over to the bathroom, thighs sticking together due to the oil. You changed into the slutty panties, looking in the mirror at the way your pussy peaked out of the panties. Taking a deep breathe, you moved out of the bathroom and approached the laptop behind him, eyes dropping onto a girl on her knees, facing the camera with her legs spread. "Well, what're you waiting for?" he said suddenly, snapping ever so slightly and making you jump. "Go."

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, trying not to cry at the sudden harsh tone he was using. You wanted this shoot to end, but at the same time, you felt so needy and your eyes seemed to linger a bit to long on Hanma as well as he worked. Crawling up onto the bed and to the end of it, positioning yourself towards the middle, you did your best to mimic the pose. Spreading your legs open and planting your hands on the bed, near your sides but slightly forward.

He seemed to hesitate as he looked up at you, before pretending to look at you through the camera, then closing his eyes tightly as if trying to control some kind of anger. "Fuckin' okay." Was the only words he muttered, just loud enough to make you flinch before walking to the front of the bed and kneeling in front of it. He crabbed your legs and tugged your closer to the end, hands grabbing onto your knees to spread your legs wide. "This choice of panties wasn't very smart." He commented, deep inside though he was ecstatic with this choice, you were just a bit too dumb. "I can make it work though." He said before his hands moved right between your legs, you couldn't stop the gasp that left your lips as he grabbed onto the sides of the fabric that created the split, thumbs barely sliding inside the opening and brushing against your lips, pulled it open to reveal the way your pussy was drooling slightly for the camera. Your whole body felt hot yet at the same time, so so cold.

"There, don't move an inch or you won't like what happens next." Now he was directly threatening you, tears sat at your waterline and as Hanma walked behind his camera, he adored the way your fear was clear through the lens. He snapped a few photos before motioning for you to look at the next position photo. It was a simple crawl position, the models ass arched into the air and elbows down on the bed. You imitated it, wondering how you could mess this up, but Hanma always found a way for you to be wrong. He looked bored now as he approached you, not even needing to tell you that you were wrong.

Shuji slowly lowered his hand down onto the arch of your back, slowly pushing it down, his fingers lingering a bit to close to the curve of your ass. “Like this.” His smooth yet deep voice made you quiver, legs and arms feeling weak and it wasn’t something that went unnoticed by Hanma as he leaned down towards your ear. “Struggling to keep yourself up? Aren’t you supposed to be a professional? I’m starting to question just how serious your taking this. First your panties and now this? Maybe you need more training, how about I help you. Huh?” Your mind went blank, completely empty except for the intrusive thoughts that began to pop into your head. "Is that what you need? Maybe if you were a bit more afraid of the consequences of not doing what you're told. You'd do better. " He stared at your stupid, blank expression before shoving your upper body down onto the bed, hands then finding your hips to pull them higher into the air. "Stay." Like you were a stupid puppy, he addressed you and you obeyed, tears pricking and slowly dripping onto your lashes. "Gonna allow me to discipline you correctly?"

"Yes Shuji..", You sniffled.

"Sir."

"Sir." You repeated, closing your eyes. Without much warning, one of Hanma's hands came down onto your ass, making you cry out. Then again and again until your ass was throbbing and red, his handprints sure to remain on your skin for days. He continued till he could hear you crying softly and he felt pride and satisfaction well in his chest. And the way his cock throbbed in his black sweats.

“Lay on your stomach.” He instructed again. You were quick to obey, flattening yourself onto the bed, tasting the tiny bit of friction between your clit rubbing against the mattress. Your face fell into the sheets, burying it into the blanket out of embarrassment. His hand landed on you ass, sliding down the curve of it, hand gripping at your skin every once in awhile and massaging the red, burning skin. Then it slowly slipped down between your thighs, fingers rubbing over your exposed pussy before applying slight pressure. He cupped your pussy, dragging his hand back up to your ass, all while massaging the skin under his palm. This motion was repeated as you whined into the fabric of the blanket. “That’s it….I guess you can just be my personal slut since you’re unable to control your bodies reaction to being touched. How about that?” You nodded into the blankets, liking the idea of quitting your job and letting him do whatever he wanted to you whenever he pleased.

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"That's great. I'm glad you agree cause I'm tired of pretending like any of this was actually important or serious at all." He said vindictively, finally admitting to you just how much he had played with you. "I guess it wasn't too hard though considering how dumb you are." He stood up suddenly and walked towards the camera, leaving you dumbfounded as he replaced the camera with his video camera and pressed the record button before going back to your trembling form.

So many emotions were crashing over you. You felt so stupid so he must have been right. There had been so many red flags and probably more that you hadn't noticed yet you hadn't for a moment expected this whole shoot to be fake. More worried about him raping you or taking advantage of you, or wasn't he doing just that?

He then grabbed your sides and flipped your over onto your back, admiring the way tears were running down your face and how your pussy drooled for him. "You wanted this too , right? You didn't hide it well. So, I'm really just doing you a favor." He chuckled before slowly leaning over you. "Are you crying?", He mocked, hand coming up to pull your chin down and open up your mouth. "Will a kiss make you feel better, dumb girl?" You nodded meekly, you wanted to kiss him, no matter how sick and bad he was making you feel. He smirked down at you before grabbed your cheeks and squeezing them, spitting inside of your mouth before attaching his lips to yours. The kiss was heavy and messy, his hand sliding down to your throat as he moved his mouth on yours, enjoying the way you still returned the kiss despite your tears and shaking cold body.

"I'm so cold- sir." You whispered against your lips, sounding as pathetic as you felt.

"Wow, you actually followed a instruction right. You cold, baby? Tell you what, you be good for me and I'll cover you in my cum. Ya? That'll feel better." He was mean, horrible, and vile in every aspect, ignoring the sob that left your mouth as his kisses moved down to your throat, biting and sucking at the skin. Then down to your chest, tongue sliding up your right nipple before taking it between his teeth and pulling. Your cries were so cute, maybe he would do this again, just to hear the whimpers that left you every time he tugged on your perky nipples. "You taste sweet...you seemed too have added to much oil though." The way he was gaslighting you went right over your head as he suddenly sat up onto his knees and began to pull down his sweat pants. Despite the freezing cold temperature and overwhelming emotions, this action pulled you down to earth and you watched as his cock popped out of his boxers, red, angry and leaking pre cum. " Doing so good, baby. Keep those legs open for me now, okay? In fact...", He grabbed one of your legs and tossed it over his shoulder, holding it tightly with one hand and lifting your body up slightly from the bed. His other hand began to press the wet tip of his cock against your pussy, sliding it through your juices and against your sensitive clit. "So needy that you're gonna let me take you without protection. How generous." He said snarkily before slipping the tip of his cock into your wet cunt.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, pussy opening up perfectly for him yet still clinging tightly to his cock. He took no time in bottoming out inside of you, groaning deeply as the tip kissed your cervix and fit perfectly inside your pretty pussy. "Shit, look at that. Maybe this is your calling instead of modeling? Your pussy is practically made for my cock, huh? What's your name again?", He snickered, watching the look of hurt yet pleasure mix together on your face.

He began to drag his length along your walls, keeping a steady pace as he held your leg up on his shoulder, listening to the way you whined and whimpered with every stroke. His free hand found its way to your clit, stroking at it before pinching softly. "I'll let you cum. Then you'll forgive me for lying to you, hm?" Your response was gurgled but you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more then to cum on his dick.

His thrusts became more intense, pulling almost fully out of your needy little pussy before slamming back inside you over and over. Your skin was so cold and he even began to feel slightly bad for a moment. He slowed down and reached around you slightly for the blanket that was under you, pulling the sides up to wrap them around you ."Maybe I'm being a bit too mean. Once I finish you off...I'll make you a warm bath." He seemed to be almost speaking to himself for a moment before beginning to pick up another steady pace. He kissed your cervix over and over with his cock, feeling his own high building up along with yours. He was gonna fill you up completely, then warm you up with as much cum that his hand could provide. He would give you a little break and let you lay back on the bed as he jacked off. That sounded nice.

A loud groan left his mouth almost at the same time as your mind went blank again, that overwhelming feeling of pleasure moving over you as you creamed on his cock and he came inside of your needy cunt. He let go of your leg, watching the way your body twitched under him before thrusting softly in and out of your entrance, watching the creamy ring formed around his cock. "Good bitch.", He praised , pulling out and looking at the way your cunt leaked before slowly climbing over your again and rewarding you with soft kisses to your throat and jaw, hands moving to your cold sides to rub your skin. "Almost done, then I'll let you rest for a bit." He whispered before sitting up between your legs. You were partly oblivious to the way he continued to stroke his cock, chasing a second orgasm. Mind numb along with your body. This was certainly going to be a damaging experience, but you were too caught up in pleasureful feelings to care.

Shuji teased his cock until it was warm and squirting cum, covering your stomach, tits and face with his warm seed. You wailed softly at the sticky substance hitting your skin, sobbing softly one again only to be shushed by him. "Shh...It's okay. You've been so good. For a amateur." He slowly slipped his arms under the blanket underneath you and scooped your tired body up towards his chest. As he carried you to his bathroom, he paused at the video camera and stopped the recording, smiling to himself. "Let's get you cleaned up."

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