#hanma shuji fluff

[shoyoist]

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 — hanma shuji.

hanma doesn't know why he's so nervous about giving you chocolate on valentine's day. for fuck's sake.

he checks himself out for the seventh time in the reflection of the candy shop's display window, running a hand through the gelled locks of his dyed hair, fixing a strand that had fallen loose. chill the fuck out. he leans back against his motorcycle, hoping to god that he doesn't look awkward as he stands there, holding a heart-shaped box and a bouquet of flowers— starting to feel cold as the sun goes down in the distance, his leather jacket and skinny jeans doing little to protect him from the late winter chill. 

like, who cares if this is the first time he's spending a valentine's day with someone? he stares into the lidded, dusty gold eyes of his reflection. and who gives a shit that you're the first girlfriend he's ever had? the first person to ever sway his devil heart, to pull him down from the top of the world and dethrone him of the title of the lone reaper? … and who cares if he was over twenty whole fucking years old when you gave him the first kiss of his whole life? 

“shut up,” he'd hissed at hanemiya, who laughed at him while he was hunched over shelves of confectionery, unable to pick something for you. “shut the fuck up, b’fore i knock the teeth outta your fuckin' skull.”

“ooh, would ya really do that, now?” usually, anyone would cower and tremble in their pissy little shoes if the hanma shuji had threatened them like that. but hanemiya hadn't even flinched. 

“your little girlfriend might run from you, shuji honey,” kazutora had mocked, using the petname you always called him by. “can't risk that, man. not when she’s the first girl that's ever wanted your flat ass in your life.”

“can it, tora.” hanma had warned, voice low. “for a kid that sat in the class corner and got his shit beat in by every other kid in school, you sure have a sharp fuckin' tongue.”

“ouch.” hanemiya's wince was only fake. “hey, man. we're friends.”

to be fair, hanma had never thought much about love or first kisses or valentine's days, or even relationships in general. he was plenty amused and invested by kisaki's endeavours, sidelining his efforts to win over the woman of his dreams like it was a soap opera.

it was new, unwalked territory, and it made him nervous, made his heart flutter, goddamnit— to be in love with someone himself. and god he's fucking sweating despite the cold, as he stands there as patiently as he can and waits—

“shuji!” your voice calls him from behind, and he ignores the way his face and ears heat up as he turns around to find you. “shuji honey! i'm sorry i'm late!”

you wave at him as you rush over, your shoes clacking over the frosty sidewalk and your scarf fluttering in the breeze. the first thing hanma thinks is oh, fuck— because you're damn pretty, and also because your hands are full. of shopping bags that contain what he can only assume are valentine's day gifts for him.

suddenly, he feels embarrassed. the box of chocolates he spent so much time choosing for you, and the bouquet of roses (one of each colour to signify every kind and stage of love) feel suddenly empty. not good enough.

“hi baby,” he says, voice going rough as he softens it for you. leaning down so you don't have to get on your toes, he allows you to capture his lips in a kiss, parting his lips to give himself a sliver of your taste. “don't worry your pretty little head. i didn't wait long.”

“i went shopping.” you tell him, hanging some of your bags on the handlebar of his motorcycle, trifling through one of them for something. “shuji i knew you'd never dress correctly for the weather, so i made some last minute additions to my gift list and bought you these.”

you pull out a checkered scarf, very long in your hands — and you get on your toes anyway, slinging it around his neck and patting his chest before nodding in satisfaction and going back to the bag for something else. “that, and these gloves!”

you take out a pair of thick, black leather gloves and wait for hanma to finish wrapping his new scarf around his neck, before taking his large hands in yours and pulling the gloves on them for him. “aren't they nice?” you smile proudly, squeezing his gloved hands. “look at the silver buttons! you fasten them like this, and see! they're fitted perfectly.”

“i—” his voice cracks, and he blinks down at you in silence for a moment, feeling warm and fuzzy as you hold his hands in yours. “thank you, pretty doll. i love them.”

“and you better use them.” you huff. “i know you're freezing even now. it's a cold evening. you never learn, shuji.”

“i will, baby.” he has to grin at you then, because you're so fucking cute when you turn your nose up and frown at him, bossing him around like that. “promise.”

“kiss.” you pout, then, and his heart melts. he'd already put his flowers and chocolate down on the back of his motorcycle, so he wraps his hands and arms around your waist, pulling you in and enjoying the warmth you offer as he kisses you, his touch so gentle and tender even to himself. “love you, baby.” he says into your mouth, blushing again when he feels you hum happily against his lips. “i love you so much.”

when you pull away, your gaze wanders off to his motorcycle — and you look up at him, eyes somehow so adorable, sparkly and full of innocent joy. “are those for me?”

“who else would they be for?” hanma chuckles, snatching up the bouquet and chocolate, handing them to you. “happy valentine's day.” the words feel foreign, an inexperienced rasp to them as they leave his tongue.

he watches you hug the flowers to your chest, reading the label on the chocolate box, giggling as you notice your name carefully written in black marker on the pink ribbon tied around it. “it's not much,” he starts, but you don't let him continue. 

“i love them, shuji! these are my favourite kind of chocolate— and how did you know to pick these specific colours of roses, hm?” you raise an eyebrow, giggling even as you try to appear skeptical. “i bet kisaki taught you. you wouldn't know a thing about flower meanings.”

it's true — he didn't know. he'd asked kisaki for help himself. his little plant-loving genius of a friend had been delighted to oblige. “hey, don't be mean t’me now.”

“i love them, honey.” you smile, and hanma's heart flutters with the softness of your tone.

he knows you love him. you call him your honey, your sweetheart, your baby — as if he wasn't 6’4, tatted up and famous on the streets for being an on-and-off member of multiple gangs, a wild card and a lone reaper of souls that's never been defeated in a fight.

as if he wasn't quite terrible at giving you his love back. he stares again at his flowers and his measly box of chocolates, before glancing as discreetly as he could at all the bags you'd hung on his motorcycle's handlebar. “so, what's our plan?” he licks his lips. “we can go anywhere you want— name a place, i'll drive us there.”

“aren't you sweet,” you reach up to pinch his cheek. “hm, let's go to my favourite restaurant! you know the one. and after that we can drive around and head to the park you like. we can open the rest of your gifts there.”

fuck. “these all’re really for me?” he frowns at the bags — there are six of them, all tote bags in pretty pastel pinks and yellows.

“mhm.” you nod, utterly unaware of what you do to his heart. “i got you twenty presents!”

“the hell?” he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair and rubbing the nape of his neck, puzzled. “why the fuck would ya do that, now?”

“buy you twenty presents?” you blink. “well, i was trying to get you something really meaningful, you know? something special. that's practical but also mmm, sexy — because that's the kind of thing you like.”

“and you had to buy twenty of these … practical and sexy presents.” hanma isn't convinced. 

you put the flowers and chocolate into one of the bags and climb onto the back of his motorcycle, rolling your eyes at him. “listen, shuji— i got a little carried away, alright? i'm nervous!”

nervous? you? he walks the few steps required to close the distance between you two once again. “hah?”

“mhm.” you grab at his stomach through his shirt and pinch, earning yourself from him a hiss of pain and a swat from his hand. “i'm nervous, because…” you smile, leaning in like you're telling him a secret. “i have to show you a good time—a little birdie told me this is your very first valentine's day date.”

hanma's embarrassment is evident as he tugs the scarf up his chin and turns his back to you, leaping onto the motorcycle and making it jolt, your panicked squeak and the way you grab at his jacket to steady yourself making him chuckle despite himself.

“hey!” you slap his shoulder, and he ignores you, twisting the keys into the ignition and revving his vehicle up instead. “shuji! you're mean.”

“‘m not.” he scoffs, backing up off the side of the rode and to the yellow line. “you're mean.”

he peeks at one of the mirrors and sees your pretty face twisted into a scowl, and his own face cracks into a smile. “you'd be a real sweetie if you told me the rest of the stuff you got f’me, though.”

“those are surprises.” your scowl lifts, as he pushes off the road with one foot and drives out into the street. you wrap your arms around his waist and press your body to his back, cheek against his shoulder as you let the wind into your hair and relax as he speeds up. “you can guess, though. so funny when you guess.”

“cause i never get anything fuckin' right?” he laughs, and then you laugh too, and hanma feels all warm and fuzzy again. god, he loves you. he loves you so much.

people would assume about a man like hanma, that he wouldn't settle for a first love. he would want experiences! he would want to taste love, passion, regret, heartbreak, unadulterated lust, the poisons and ambrosias of other people— but really, he thinks he can do just fine with just you.

he can do just fine with only your love, your presence, your warmth and your kisses from your lips his whole life. if he wants experiences, he'll have them with you.

“hey.” he says, half hoping his words get lost in the wind— but you hum in response anyway, so he continues. “i know i haven't even opened those presents yet, but thank you. alright? i really do appreciate it, baby.”

he laughs at the end, a little awkward, because fuck— he sounds so stupid when he tries to be serious and express something that isn't a joke.

then you kiss his shoulder, and he feels that warmth and fuzziness all over again. “of course. anything for you, shuji. i'll make sure you feel just how much i love you.”

and god, hanma just might fucking cry. his eyes sting, and he blinks the sensation away before it can build — but he still takes a little too long to reply, takes too long to swallow down the lump in his throat. “i love ya too.”

“shuji,” your voice is teasing, and he feels you tilt your face on his shoulder to look at him better. “you're tearing up, aren't you?”

“baby, respectfully, shut the fuck up.” he smiles anyway, because your laugh is beautiful, and when you push yourself up just a bit to place a quick kiss on his cheek, he turns his head just in time to make it a kiss on his lips. ”now stay put.”

note: inspired by an ask left to me by @vivianette. thank you for the idea, beloved<3 interactions, reblogs & feedback are much appreciated!

[httpshujii]

Rockstar bf!Shuji who sits you down on his lap to teach you a few chords.

Rockstar bf!Shuji who sings you stupid and cheesy lyrics that he made up on the spot.

Rockstar bf!Shuji who blows you a kiss after every song he performs, whether you're backstage or in the crowd.

Rockstar bf!Shuji who finds a way to talk about you to his audience every chance he gets because you're literally his muse and the reason he writes songs to begin with.

Rockstar bf!Shuji who lets you color in his tattoos when you're bored, always carrying a few markers in his guitar case when he's on the road so you can be entertained.

Rockstar bf!Shuji that loves when you post him on social media and show him off.

Rockstar bf!Shuji that has so many playlists for you with so many songs including his own (obv).

Rockstar bf!Shuji that sleeps on you whenever he's gonna perform. So an hour before he'd be sleeping on you, claiming it's his pre-show zen time.

Rockstar bf!Shuji who has your name engraved on his guitar case and a custom sticker of your name and your lipstick stain stuck on his guitar.

Rockstar bf!Shuji who absolutely loves you and will forever write and sing songs about you because he's so obsessed with you.

@white-poppie

[starjaeyun]

MINE : you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter !

— dating hanma shuji was the best reckless decision you have ever made

includes! hanma shuji x fem! reader

warnings! smoking, verbal abuse & mentions of it, mentions of a controlling father, toxic parent (father), use of pet names (baby doll)

note! speak now (tv) is out now‼️ i absolutely had to write this w/ hanma bc i remembered him n came up w/ this scenario while listening to mine (tv) 😞

being the daughter of one of the top lawyers in tokyo, you'd say your 'perfect' life was practically scripted. from your words, expressions, mannerism, everything! literally, every single thing you did had to be criticized and changed by your father. you had to be careful of everything you say or do as your father paraded you as his 'perfect daughter' when he didn't even treat you as his

you were the typical rich girl who had everything but love and freedom. clearly, your father cared more about his name than you, his daughter.

you've accepted long ago that this is how you were going to spend the rest of your life until your father's death and you were secretly wishing for his lifespan to shorten every time he insulted you for the slightest mistakes, sometimes you didn't even make a mistake he just thinks you're not perfect enough to be walking around and being called his daughter

naturally, it hurt you. but you've gotten used to it and have learned to ignore him

as much as you didn't want anything to do with him and his filthy money, he wouldn't allow you to move out as "it would not look good to the public for a lawyer like me to allow my daughter to move out and for all i know, you could just run around and throw dirt on my name" you could still vision the disgusted look on his face as he spat those venom laced words

though he was right, you did want to throw a little bit of dirt on his name. and what better way to do that than by dating a delinquent from shibuya?

"doesn't it scare you?" hanma asked as he gave you the cigarette in between his fingers and made himself feel at home, sitting on your bed with his back against the headboard and an arm slung around your shoulder

"what's there to be scared of?"

"maybe how your father is a top lawyer in tokyo and how a delinquent is climbing to your balcony every night since two months ago? doesn't it scare you how we could easily get caught? for all i know one of your neighbors could just spot me tryna climb the tree next to your window"

your eyes met his, a lazy smile painting your face as you gave the cigarette back to him, "but that's what makes it exciting" hanma blinked in surprise but soon enough a playful smirk painted his features, "you're so much more than what i thought you were, baby doll" he says, arm leaving your shoulder and going down to your waist as he guided you to sit on his lap

"how so?"

"hmm..thought you were a rebellious little girl tryna get revenge on her controlling daddy"

"but it was your doing"

hanma raised a brow, "how so?" this time it was him who asked the question

a shy and out of character smile spread across your lips, "never had the guts to really do stuff like this..always had to be prim n proper, had to be careful with my words n actions ya know what i mean, but the thing is before i met you all those thoughts were just...thoughts"

hanma pulled your body closer to his own, "made daddy's careful little girl a little rebel hmm?" he spoke with that arrogant tone he used whenever he won a fight so easily as he littered your face with kisses

"mhm..you're indeed the best thing that's ever been mine"

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[haruchuiyo]

tokyo revengers men being cute and clingy : hanma shuji, ran haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, ken ryuguji, wakasa imaushi

content: fluff, kisses and more fluff! a slight bit suggestive on ran’s part

gn!reader

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Shuji would tug at the front of the hood of the hoodie you’re wearing (which is his own but you prefer to not mention it) before he places a lingering kiss on your lips. He’d do that in moments where he wants to feel the warmth of your body on his. And the soft feeling of your lips on his own. He has a “peculiar” thing for wrapping his hands around your neck softly, before placing his thumb on each hand on your pulse point below your jaw when he kisses you. He relaxes when he feels the pounds of your pulses on his fingertip, and sighs in content when he feels you hug your arms around him and kiss him back. “Your pulse is very high.” He’d say and you’d pull away to look at him surprised. “I knew you get excited around me.” He says before kissing you again.

Ran loves to pick you up in his embrace after you finish taking your showers. In your underwear and his t-shirt, he loves to burrow his face on your chest and inhale your scent. Just after tucking his head under the shirt before going for your chest. Sometimes you’d feel him place chaste kisses on your collarbone and in the valley of your breasts. Or he’d simply rest his head, or face, on your chest and he feels content that way. And he feels even more content when you give him back rubs or gentle scratches on his nape. “What if I bit your tits?” He’d suddenly ask and you’d tug on his hair as to warn him. “Don’t do that.” And you hear rumbling on your chest, signalling that he’s laughing.

Haruchiyo loves the taste of the chapsticks you use. Everytime he steals a kiss from you, there’s always a new flavor. Sometimes he’d even lick your lips just to get a taste of the chapstick, afterwards he grins and laughs sheepishly at your baffled expression. What he does not know is that you know he likes your chapsticks and you always put on different flavors, knowing how much he likes it and you love his kisses, so you’re fine with him kissing and licking on your lips. He would even ask you if you put on chapsticks and when you say yes, he wouldn’t hesitate to cup your face before pulling you into a kiss. “Do you kiss me for the chapstick?” You’d ask which he would reply “You’re right.” And he continues to steal kisses from you.

Ryuguji has a thing to watch you as you sleep. Only if he wakes up before you. He’d trace your face with his eyes, memorising the shape of your nose, lips that are slightly parted, eyebrows and even your eyes even though they’re shut. After doing that, he would pull you into his arms and continue to look at you. It’s not creepy for you, rather you like it even though you feel nervous. Sometimes even a little irritated cause he only stares and doesn’t do anything else. Sometimes you’d feel his stare on you before you open eyes. As to signal him you’re awake, you would snuggle into his chest. “Quick, kiss me.” You open your eyes lazily, still tired from the sleep. Craning your neck up and pouting your lips slightly at him. Ken would flash you a soft amused smile as he cranes his neck down to close the distance between your faces to kiss you.

Imaushi loves to hold you. Especially from behind, your back against his chest as he wraps both his arms and legs around your body, trapping you in his embrace. It is suffocating-ly comfortable, because you can’t get out once he is holding you like that. And when he does, he would burrow his face in your hair, inhale your scent and if you’ve taken a shower and used a new shampoo, he would notice it. “Did you use a new shampoo?” He mumbles as he takes in the scent of the new shampoo. You hum in response. “Do you like it?” You ask as you stroke his hand that was resting on your stomach. “It smells like you.” He softly says as you smile at his reply.

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i havent posted in a while, sorry about that 😭

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。MORE — HANMA SHUJI.

based on this shit post i made on my side that has not left my brain since i took my final so here is a painfully cheesy scene i took out of a fic i wrote a while ago that i’ll never post bc it’s embarrassingly self indulgent

“these are bad for you, did you know that?” you mutter.

“that so?” hanma hums, leaning closer as your fingers work his lighter. his forehead practically bumps against yours as you light the end of his cigarette—even despite your lecture. he watches you as you do it, glances over the bridge of your nose and the curve of your lips as you frown.

“yeah,” you huff. “if you used that head of yours, you’d know these are death sticks.”

his lips are crooked in that smile of his—one that tells you he won’t stop. it’s a silent truth you’re both aware of, but it doesn’t keep you from scolding him. he needs to know, you think—that someone cares what happens to him. someone will miss him, even if no one else else will.

“good thing i have you to tell me,” he grins.

you think you could paint it from memory, the wide curve of his lips. you could remember exactly where that dimple on his left cheek is, where every crinkle of his eyes are under his glasses, how the slant of his jaw angles as he leans his head up. you’re too busy staring at him to fight it when his hand rubs over the small or your back, curling his arm around you and pulling you flush against his chest.

“it’s not like you ever listen to me,” you grumble against his shirt. it smells like him—like smoke and cologne that must be comically expensive. and it’s bad for you, perhaps—the secondhand smoke that creeps up your lungs and kills you slowly. but it’s blissful, comforting even. “but you should listen to me more.”

“i should,” he agrees.

“you won’t,” you pout.

he chuckles at that, takes a drag from the cigarette in his hand as he holds you tighter, sways you gently as the sun sets and coats your skin, leaving it sweet and honeyed just for him.

hanma shuji is not known for gentleness. he’s a hushed whisper, as if speaking the reapers name welcomes him to your doorstep, the blood dripping from the scythe as a fresh reminder that death is only around the corner. he should be anything but gentle in your eyes—yet when his fingertips find your skin under your shirt, gliding over the dip of your back and the slants of your hips, you think he’s nothing but gentle.

gentle enough to love you. gentle enough to let you love him too. gentle enough to pretend his listens when you scold him. gentle enough to let you know he knows you’ll miss him—even if you’re the only one.

“old habits die hard, baby.”

it’s your turn to huff out a small laugh at that. you want to tell him you know. that old habits do die hard—it’s why you let him walk through your door at ungodly hours, why you clean the caked blood on his fists, why you leave room for him on the other half of the mattress.

old habits die hard. it’s why you love him, even if maybe you shouldn’t.

“if you loved me, you’d quit,” you murmur.

“yeah? you think i don’t fuckin’ love you?” his voice is smooth against your ear, it drowns out the honking cars and the bustling of the city below you. it’s warm and familiar and a tad bit dangerous, but it’s enough to make you relax against his body, arms wrapping around his torso.

it’s silent for a moment. he holds you as you think, and when you make out the beating of his heart under your cheek, you have your answer.

“you know what i think?”

“what, baby?”

“i think you should love me more,” you insist, poking his shoulder accusingly.

“so greedy,” he giggles—and then he pulls you closer, holds you tighter, takes in every part of you like he can’t get enough. it’s him who’s greedy, you think, with the way he wants you enough to make you want him too.

“if you die from lung disease, i’ll have to find a new boyfriend,” you point out.

“you won’t miss me?”

“nope,” you lie. “i’ll be rid of my biggest headache.”

“too bad. guess i won’t die then,” he grins, eyeing down at the top of your head.

somehow, you trust him—he’s never given you a reason not to. you’re sure the fingers on your hips and the warm chest under your cheek and the smell of smoke lingering in the air won’t leave you any time soon. and you hope it won’t, that the sins on his hands aren’t enough to outweigh the prayers on your tongue.

but just to be sure, you look up, propping your chin up on his chest as you whisper, “promise?”

he nods, throwing on that easy grin on his face again. your thumb finds the dimple of his cheek as you cup his face. “of course.”

i am unwell over him and it’s all because of mich 😒

[mchlgayser]

─── WHY DID IT HAPPENED? ft hanma shuji ✸

synopsis: You should've thought twice about the worst possible outcome when you give up yourself to him. But you didn't and at last, you lose your grounding.

warning: languages, toxic relationships, break-ups, and cheating.

daily note: oh no, im struck by the lord of angst gasp no wonder im doing such heavy angst at two in the morning, crying myself, and liking the way i hurt myself 😄

He came home late, again.

It's been the third time this week and the tenth time this month. Lately, it's so hard to even take a glance at your husband as he always woke up early and came home late. Usually around three to four. Of course, you would always leave a text for him to wake you up once he's home so that you can eat the dinner you made together. But then again, it'll always end up in the bin.

This time you are persistent in not falling asleep and waiting for him and when he did come home, he sent a smile your way before treading upstairs.

'Shuji?' You watch as he enters your shared walk-in closet, slipping off both his shoe and his sock and dumping them on the basket.

'Shu.' You called out trying to gain his attention. He undo his tie and sighs, finally taking a look at you 'Yes, Y/n.' Oh, well that's strange, he never addressed you that way before? Always come up with a cheesy nickname like dolly or dollface. What happened?

'No, I just wanted to talk to you...' You said playing with the hem of your shirt, he unbutton his shirt and his glasses 'Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm tired and hot.' You continue staring at him when he walks past you to the bathroom and locks the door.

You settle down on your mattress waiting for him to come out and once he did, he slip under the duvet and closes the light 'Come on, Shu. We need to talk. Why are you always coming home late, these days?' He ignore your short ranting and pretended like he's asleep.

You got up and turn on the light 'We. Need to talk.' He aggressively peel off the duvet off of him and sat up toward you 'What?! What is it that there's a need to talk about, huh? I said I'm tired!' You shake your head at him 'Tired of what? Me or your job?! Can I just talk for a little while with my husband when he's been late for almost a month?! I just need a small talk with you... I... Miss you...' Your gazes fall to the ground in shame.

You hear him sigh and footsteps approaching 'Sorry, It's just... I got so many things to do at work. You know how cold-blooded Kisaki is.' The mention of your long-last friend brings a smile to yourself 'Yeah. I'm sorry.' He pets your head 'No problem.' And then he heads for bed.

You blink in surprise.

That's it? No problem and that's it?

The arguments between you and Hanma occurred, still, after making ups and it's always about the same thing. He came home late and now, sometimes he didn't even reach home at all. You'll always spend the night crying, missing your husband but like he always said. He is busy. A month turned into three but a solution never came falling and help your helpless ass. You are alone. Miserable and alone.

The possible thoughts came running like a madman, what if he cheated on you? What if he already found another better one? What if this and what if that? You've become crazy with the thoughts clouding your mind. You overthink yourself to sleep if you ever had any. You lose counts of how many times you threw up and almost lose consciousness because you got panicky. You took medicines that you probably did not need. But even with all that, you are still alone with no one to help you stand.

You are sleeping - closing your eyes to help you doze off when the doorbell rang repeatedly. You try to get up but fall hopelessly to the ground and groan.

You get up once more and get to the door without uncertainty. Before you are a brunette, a younger woman than you dressing in a tight, cleavage-showing silk red dress, decorating herself with a big pearls necklace, earrings, and a Louis Vuitton branded bag. She is smiling, twinkling her doe paired of eyes at you 'Can I come in?' She asks you.

You are hesitant but nodded nonetheless. She sat down on the couch 'Oh I'm sorry, I'm just gonna stay here until Hanma is home.' You blink to yourself, surprised and puzzled. 'Pardon me, but who are you?'

'I'm his girlfriend, Ivy. I supposed you are his maid? What's your name?' Your hand subconsciously shaking and clenching but then could you blame her? You wore nothing expressive as she did, you rarely dolled up unless it was for a special occasion. And maybe it was your fault too for being too anti-social and never really following your husband anywhere for his work. Not surprised no one could know you are his wife. I mean, would anyone even suspect it? Hanma, a flirtatious, ambitious guy like him settling down for such mediocrity as you?

'It's Y/n.' You told her to keep waiting and that you'll call Hanma in instead because you are scared he'll be back late again today.

'Y/n? Why did you call? I'm in the meeting, can't talk.'

'Ivy's here. She's waiting for you.' You heard his rapid breathing before you ended the call. You went back to his little girlfriend 'He'll be back, shortly.' And then you tread upstairs locking down the bedroom door with your hand over your mouth. Your ugly sobs turn to muffle as you cry and sob to yourself. An aching sensation is burning through your whole body but partially your throat and heart. Your eyes felt itchy and uncomfortable, your nose clogged, and your voice barely a whisper.

You don't want to be here any longer so you get your phone - that is the only thing you ever bought with your own money and left, not forgetting to slip the expensive diamond ring off of your finger. You heard a honk from outside of the residence to see that a car was parked.

You see Ivy sitting still on the couch with a glass of wine and she smiles when she saw you were leaving 'See you again, Y/n.' You nod and rush inside the car.

But just in time, a familiar black Audi A4 comes into view, you avoid his frantic knocks on the door and just ordered the driver to move along. Hanma tries to grab onto the car but slips. 'Fuck!'

'Shu!' Upon hearing his nickname being called he swiftly turns around but instead of you, there's Ivy. The girl he commits adultery with. She struts towards him and lends him a small hug with a cute shrieking noise 'I missed you! London was good but not better without you... But thanks for the trip Shu-'He shove her away with eyes widening in anger 'What the fuck are you doing here?!' She jolted in surprise at the sudden outburst 'What you mean what am I doing here? Shuji, you've promised me we'll get married one day so is it wrong for me to come to my future husband's house? Or is there a a fucking secret that I needed to know? Are you lying to me or something?!' He was hesitant looking back in forth between her and the road.

'I... I'm sorry...' He went for a hug and kiss the side of her temple making her smile 'You are making me scared. I thought you were cheating on me with your maid or something...' She laugh as he broke the hug with a furrowed brow 'Maid...?' She nods pulling him inside the house 'Yeah, Y/n is her name right? But then again, why would you? I'm much better...!' He was clenching his fist at her words but do nothing.

Ivy left home after some time and Hanma left for your shared bedroom. He gazes at your stuff but all seem to be left untouched. He struts inside your closet room to see your wardrobe full and neatly tuck like always making him smile. Yes, you didn't leave, probably just out for groceries.

Then he see the wedding ring, the wedding ring you wore all the time, and never once did he see left your form. His head tilted in confusion, why is that there? Why didn't you wear it? Did you perhaps lose it? Oh, it's okay, he can just slip it back on. He picks the ring off the ground and kisses it with a smile 'When will my doll get home?' He murmurs to himself.

Hanma get ready for bed and sleep wishing he'll see you in the morning or maybe the familiar smell of your homemade pancake will wake him up like always.

But none of it happened. Hanma waited days, weeks, and months but you never came back. Why? Ivy would come once a week to check but as always she'll get stood up by the porch and left home, defeated. It's not like she's not calling but the said man never answered none of her calls. Every day he'll play her calls to hear her voice 'Hi, this is Y/n. Talk to me once you heard the.... Beep...'

He'll talk to her hoping one day he can get to hear it once more maybe that time clearer, and nearer.

[dr4kenlvr]

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕. 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒�� (𝟐)

feat. hanma shuji, ran haitani, rindou haitani, kakucho x gn!reader - fluff (0.9k+)

nana's note/cw: some more first kiss drabbles, part one here. please enjoy xoxo i made up my own prompts this time haha cw: hanma's includes minor description of injury - if you saw me post this twice no you did not !! :D

HANMA + "eyes up here, baby"

between your teeth, you rip open the package containing a small gauze pad. "chin up," you command, taking a seat next to hanma on your bed, as he complies with a quiet 'mhm'. his golden slits watch you carefully, a pool of guilt swarming in lungs at the concern your eyes showered him with. he never meant to get beaten the hell up, but he always knew he had you to care for him afterwards. you had finished cleaning up the blood from his cheek, and were now settling on the best position to place the gauze pad. he lets out a slight groan when you apply soft pressure, ensuring it in place with some adhesive tape. "sorry, babe. you need a minute?" you lean back, eyes lingering on his soft lips. despite getting hurt almost completely over, hanma's lips didn't suffer a scratch—and you were to quick to notice that. "eyes up here, baby," hanma speaks. his perfect, stupid lips twitch up in a sleak grin at your obviousness. you roll your eyes with a cheeky smile, making him chuckle as he hooks two fingers under your chin, and pulls you closer once more. "can i?" he asks quietly into the small space between you two, you nod. "yeah?"—you nod again, and your breath hitches when you feel his lips on your's, pouring all his gratitude into one kiss.

RAN + "oh love, you know i want more than a peck"

your fingers threaded your boyfriend's hair with expertise, working only to satisfy his needy expectations. "ow! you're tugging too tight, darling," ran pouts, making you stick your tongue out at his childish behaviour. "deal with it, you whiner." the two of you giggle, before quieting down into the peaceful element of you braiding his hair. you tie off the end of the left braid, and switch sides to begin the other. ran closes his eyes, still blanketed with the feeling of sleep and whole-heartedly enamoured by the soothe of your touch as you section off his locks. you smile at the look on his face, no signature smirk or smug sneer—just ran haitani, the man you've grown to cherish. your hands move swiftly, but time slows down as you dawn in on how handsome he really is: long lashes, light, feathered brows, and pouty rosy lips. now tying the braid's end off, your fingers move to cup his cheek. lavender irises blossom open and stare at you, a notable fondness in them. tracing his jaw, you lean in until your lips grazed together and pull back just as quickly. "oh love, you know i want more than a peck," ran whispers, before confidently reconnecting your mouths for a much more heated kiss. and the flustered laughs that leave you only make ran's cheeks deepen in hue.

RINDOU + "what's holding you back?"

"your glasses are dirty," you muse, leaning up to stable yourself against rindou's chest. "let me clean em'," you offer and he hums a soft 'thanks'. reaching over to grab the bottle of lens cleaner on his bedside table. he passes you the cloth as you carefully take the frames off his face. spritzing the liquid on both lens, you make careful work of wiping it off. rindou squints at you—partially, due to the fact he can't see too clearly—but also because he found you most attractive on top of him. he places his hands on your waist, just as you're leaning forward to place his glasses snug on his face. instead of perching back up, rindou's arms keep you tight against him as he shifts your bodies side by side. you let him do as he pleases, hands travelling upwards to caress his bicep. "i want to kiss you," he suddenly whispers, you peer up at him. "what's holding you back?" you respond, chest swirling with wait and want. he smiles at your boldness and leans forward, "nothing." suddenly, the collision of his mouth against yours' was eager, but rindou could barely comprehend the hitch of his own breath when you reciprocated his fervor. he grins into the kiss, and wishes he could do this all night.

KAKUCHO + "that was everything i wanted and more"

the moon stares down at the lovesick couple that hid themself away in an isolated bus stop. its light illuminates through the glass cubicle, dusting a shiny glow on both you and kakucho. the chilly air made its way inside, causing you to shiver and squeeze kakucho's arm a little tighter. he smiles down at you, you just looked so cute; red cheeks, flushed nose, and practically fusing yourself to his side as you scooched impossibly closer. "feeling any warmer, love?" you hum in response, grinning up at him. "thank you kaku'," he smiles again—and out of pure impulse, kakucho brings a hand to your face and cups your cheek. he searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation, or uncertainty. but in your glossy irises, all he can find is longing and love. "kaku..?" you mutter, a cold huff of air dissipating between your lips. your heart flutters with yearning—was he going to kiss you? your suspicions are confirmed when he leans forward, and asks: "may i?" you nod profusely, and crash your mouth onto his. he sighs heavenly as you bunch the front of his sweater. his palm—that was once on your cheek—travels to your nape and pushes you closer to him. moments pass, and the two of you pull back. its quiet while you stare at one another with the most vivid love possible. he murmurs, "that was everything i wanted and more." the moon shined a little brighter that night.

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[shoyoist]

𝟎𝟕:𝟏𝟒 𝐀𝐌 : hanma shuji.

"mwah~" you kiss his cheek and giggle, fighting back the arm hanma lifts up to elbow you away. pushing his arm down, you wrap your own around his neck, slithering in and pressing your lips to his temple. "mwah!"

"fuckin' hell, baby," he grunts, lashes fluttering as he tries to open his eyes only to squeeze them shut again, when he meets the searing early morning light coming through the window. "it's too early for this. go back to sleep."

"it's past seven, shuji," you sigh dreamily, and his brows crease together as you continue peppering kisses all over his face and neck, giggling every time he lets out a huff or tries to push you away. "and you look so cute when you're sleepy."

he somehow rolls his eyes at you, even with them still shut tight, and as you brush away loose strands of dyed hair away from his forehead so you can kiss him there, he groans. "i'm not sleepy, doll, i'm sleeping."

"hmph, even cuter when you're sleeping, if you ask me." you return, grabbing the blanket he's got over him and tugging it away to reveal his bare chest, eyes focusing on the cute little mole he's got right over his heart, on his left pec — flopping onto him, you land a kiss on the spot, giggling as he gasps, the wind knocked out of his lungs with the sudden impact of your weight.

"get off," he warns, placing his hands on his shoulders as if to throw you off, and you lock your arms around his waist, placing kisses across his collarbones, down his chest and on his stomach — and his muscles flex at the soft touches. "i said get off, baby."

"nope." you smile, batting your eyelashes at him before you continue what you're doing. when you move your lips over to his side, and kiss just below his rib cage, he jerks — lets out a short giggle that sounds even cuter than usual with the sleep mixed into his voice. "see, shuji, you're adorable."

"i punch people's teeth in for fun," he retorts, flipping over onto his left so you're forced to roll off of him — but you only climb back on and stick to him, hugging him tight and giving him another peck on the cheek. scowling, he continues, "and i'm on the run for murder."

slipping your hand under his chin, you slide your fingers behind his ear and under his jaw, lifting his face so you can place a small kiss on his lips. "mhm, so scary. but you're cute when you're running, too. all twiggy and stuff."

hanma's eyes finally open then; he tries to give you a wide stare, but is forced to squint with how bright it is in the room already — pressing his index finger to your lips to pause you, he blinks.

"twiggy?"

"mhm," you feign innocence, tapping his chin lightly. "you're tall and skinny. lanky; know what i'm saying?"

he stares at you for a second, before he grabs you by the back of your thighs and pulls you off onto the bed beside him, and gets up, pinning you between his hands and knees on the sheets in an instant.

his hair falls over his face, blonde and black locks lit up in the streaming sunlight, and his eyes glow; he's beautiful, and you blush despite yourself. "'m not twiggy, doll. i love you, but i'm fucking warnin' you. watch that mouth."

"heh," you giggle again, taking his face back in your hands and tugging him down for more kisses. "that's what got your attention? i'm literally showering you in my love here."

"take it back," he grumbles, and you bring one hand down to grip his bicep, lift yourself up a little so it's easier to kiss him. "mm," you put up a contemplative tone. "flex those muscles for me a little, and i'll think about it."

his arm flexes around your fingers, bulging hotly along with his pectorals, and when you laugh, he turns his face aside and laughs too, because fuck. "i love you," you say. "love you so much. my big, bad shuji, aren't you?"

"shut up," he mutters, and you grin, taking the chance instantly without a beat missed. "make me."

"fuck you, i'm goin' back to sleep." he lets out an exasperated sigh (holding back laughter) and falls on top of you, smothering you with his large frame, slotting his head in the gap above shoulder and turning his face so you can't bother him with kisses.

leaning over, you press your lips to the back of his neck, the faint scent of your own shampoo lingering in his hair from last night's shower. "i love you."

there's silence in answer — but only for a few seconds, before he turns his face back towards you, and opens his eyes again. he gives you another scowl, rolls his eyes again, before his lips stretch into a grin and he's pulling you closer.

"i love you, too." hanma mumbles, kissing you shortly—a press of his lips to your forehead, to your temples—before nuzzling his face in your neck. "now. let's fuckin' go back to sleep, please."

he's about to snuggle into you to spare himself from the light that's increasing in intensity as it pours in through the window, hoping you're satisfied, when he feels you pout. "shuji. you didn't say mwah."

the groan he lets out into your skin is loud, resounding in your ear and sending a pleasant shiver down your spine as you laugh. pulling back and grabbing your face, he tugs you in to give you another kiss. "for fuck's sake, baby, mwah."

[httpshujii]

𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐩 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰 In which . . . Pink bows.

〔CW〕 — Kissing, Shuji's muscles, pet names (babe and baby)

〔AN〕 — I did it @white-poppie

Hanma can’t say no to that pout. The way you jut your bottom lip out, how your eyes magically shine beneath the light of your room, and how your brows furrow. It’s his biggest weakness. With a loud groan and a punch to the face of your plushie, to which you gasp at, he looks at you for three long seconds.

“You’re not gonna give up are you?”

“Nope.”

Another sigh and a glance up at you and your cute little face, “Fuck you.” He grumbles as he sticks his arm out and lifts his sleeve to expose his bicep.

“You love me so much,” You hum in response, sitting down next to him and adjusting the position of his arm, “flex it a little please?”

Shuji obeys and you start tying the pretty pink ribbon around his tightened muscle. When you’re done, you smile happily and clap your hands, feeling content.

“So pretty Shu!”

“I guess..”

With a small hug from you, his exterior softens and he only holds you closer. Only to slam you down on the bed and hover over you to capture your lips in a greedy kiss.

When you pull away to catch your breath, he kisses your cheeks, “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

“Sugar rush,” He states simply, “you’re so sweet baby.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re cute.”

Heat caresses your cheeks and a small proud smile paints your face as he pulls away to look at the bow tied around his bicep, “Is this like your way of claiming me or something?”

“Just thought it was cute.”

“Right.”

“I swear!”

“Shh, don’t swear.”

More kisses were gifted to you that night, and a well deserved sleep for the both of you.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠: @natdu @linalilalu @kitorin @chigirizzz

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[starjaeyun]

FOOLISH ONE : you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson !

— maybe should've listened to your friends when they warned you about hanma shuji

includes! hanma shuji x fem! reader

warnings! angst, hanma is an asshole (let's be real though, it's hanma we're talking abt 😭), obvious redflags, profanity, crying crying crying, break up

note! hello, it's me. ms. posts something then disappears. i'm sorry for ghosting u guys & my smaus 😭

"him again, huh?" to say the least, your friends were unimpressed that you came to them crying the morning after your 3rd month with Hanma.

Hina sighed, "listen, I'm all for helping them become a better person but it's been three months and I don't see any improvement in his behavior at all"

"and this isn't the first time he didn't show up to your plans. why are you even settling for the guy?" Emma says, visibly trying to control herself from throwing insults at your boyfriend, if you could even consider him that, because as much as she wants to she knows that that's not what you need right now.

"and not to mention, you've been a mess ever since that thing came into your life. just break up with him already y/n. don't settle for a guy like that, you deserve so much more" Yuzuha rubs a comforting hand against your back, "it also hurts us seeing you heartbroken because of some..guy you know"

you sobbed, "that's the thing! I don't know why I can't stop myself from seeing him, I don't even know how I ended up dating him!"

"personally, I think you're out of options. do you want me to introduce you to Mikey-nii? you haven't met him yet, right?" Emma was only half-joking, of course

"now is not the time Ems" Hina lightly slapped Emma's shoulder

after a few more minutes, you've finally calmed down, "I've decided, I'm breaking up with him"

the girls immediately engulfed you in a hug, each of them giving you their goodluck.

the break up went successfully, Hanma didn't try to stop you nor did he seem to care. and while he didn't make it hard for you to end things with him, it made it hard for you to move on and get yourself together.

you spent at least 3 months crying over him, wondering if you made the right decision, which your friends reassured you that you did.

after all your crying, you started focusing more on yourself, friends, school, and family. and your friends couldn't be any happier as they watched how fast you were improving.

but 6 months after your break up and 3 months into your improvements, Hanma Shuji somehow managed to slither his way into your life again.

"hey" your breath hitched upon hearing his voice because what the fuck is he doing outside your classroom? you ignore his presence and continue to walk down the hallway, silently wishing that he's not waiting for you, that would make you feel better.

"don't ignore me" Hanma easily caught up to your retreating figure. you continue to walk as if he wasn't walking right behind you.

and just as you step foot out of the school premises, Hanma pulls you to the nearest alleyway.

but even when it was just the two of you, you refused to look up, you refused to show him the tears building up in your eyes.

"I'm sorry" you stay silent, not looking up or moving an inch

"I was an asshole" he was yet again met by silence, "but I've been thinking about you..since we broke up and I know it's late but I've only come to realize this"

Hanma sighed, "I love—"

"don't you fucking dare!" you finally look up, tears spilling out. "but—"

"NO!" you feel the small and sharp rocks in the alleyway pierce your skin when you fell to your knees, "It's unfair, you can't just— you can't just treat me like bullshit, not give a fuck when I break up with you, and suddenly come to my life a few months later to tell me that you love me!" you sob into your hands, all your hardwork and improvements these past 6 months were immediately washed down the drain.

"I'm sorry—"

"No! fuck you and your stupid fucking apology!" you gather the remaining strength in your body to stand up and walk away

you are not the exception, you remind yourself of Emma's hurtful but truthful words

Hanma won't make a change for you. Hanma won't make you an exception.

"I'll change!" Hanma engulfs you in a back hug, "for you. I'll do everything it takes to win you back, I'll treat you better, anything..just please give me a chance"

you let out a shaky breath as Hanma turned you around, "I love you" he whispers

tears slip out once more and he cups your face to wipe them with his thumb, "I fucking hate you" he continues to wipe your seemingly never ending stream of tears

"I know..it's okay, you have every right" a kiss on your forehead was all it took to break your cracked resolve, "may I..." his face inched closer to yours and when you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, he closed the gap.

you will never learn your lesson

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[haruchuiyo]

A soft admiration

hanma shuji can’t stop thinking about you and he doesn’t plan to do so at all.

content: massive amount of fluff and kisses, most of this is written in hanma’s pov, more fluff again. nicknames such as ‘doll’ and ‘baby’

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He can’t stop looking at you. He can’t and he doesn’t hate it. He doesn’t even want to stop. He loves the way your lips move when you talk, when you laugh or the way you pout when he so slightly sounds like he is not on board on what you’ve planned for today. He loves the way your ears just slightly move upwards when confused, or at least disappointed at him. He loves how you immediately seek comfort in him whenever you don’t feel so good.

One thing he can’t stop is from disliking how he can’t gain confidence to even tell you he likes you. He doesn’t feel shame in feeling insecure in case you don’t like him back. Just now sitting in front of you on the sand in the playground, as you were sitting on a rubber swing wheel, swaying gently.

He musters up all confidence he has.

“Kiss me.” He says and he felt like becoming a part of the sand when he sees your confused expression. “Why do you want a kiss, shuji? Haven’t you been kissed in ages?” You tease him as he chuckles slightly before turning serious.

“It’s because I like you, you fool.” He says looking at the sand drawing random circles, his tone soft, insecure. Unsure. Your heart rate speeds up and you feel your entire body warm up at his confession. You stop the swing.

“Then get up here, you idiot.” You tell him as he quickly looks up at you in surprise. “You’re even more of a fool for not realizing I like you as well.” You do a dramatic ‘humph’ sound looking away as you see him grin at you from your peripheral sight. He stands up, looming over you before taking a seat on the swing in front of you. You giggle at how small the swing is for him, considering he is quite big in size despite his tall height.

As he takes a seat, you jump on him making the swing rattle.

Hanma almost loses his balance as he lets out a surprised sound when you jumped into his arms. “A warning for that, doll.” He holds you by wrapping his arms below your backside as you wrap your arms around his neck. You giggle at his pretend disgruntled sounds as you pepper kisses all over his face. As you were standing up, you lean his head back and pepper kisses all over him once again. He smiles as you feel his hold below your backside tightens and pulls you closer into him.

You grin at him before pecking his cheeks and repeat the thing again making his smile expand ever so beautifully. You look so cute he wants to shower you with kisses of his own. When you peck him once again, he manages to bite your lower lip making you let out a surprised yelp into the kiss. He grins against your lips before locking his lips with yours properly. You pull away slightly, you hear him let out a slight disappointed sound, you brush your nose against his.

“So you like me huh?” You grin against him as he squeezes the back of your thighs making your grin wider. “Shhh, less talk more kiss.” He says before he stands up and walked forward. Both of you completely forgot you were still on the swing, so you fell backwards and off the swing. He manages to put his hand behind your head and one on your back to soften the impact for you. You both land with a thud against the sand. Both of you were quiet for a second before you burst into laughter. You hear the wheel swing rattle in noise, moving in places over the two of you.

“Should’ve given a warning for that, shuji.” You smile widely before he playfully rolls his eyes and holds your face and locks your lips with his. You pull away just a second after he did that.

“Shuji, don’t forget I had planned stuff for you today.” You tell him and he lets out a soft chuckle. “I know baby, but I love your kisses, hmm.” He crooned, as he playfully bats his eyelashes which you couldn’t help but smile at. He makes a small happy sound making you laugh a little before he holds onto your face gently again. You pull yourself closer against him by wrapping your arms around his neck.

It felt like time was not ticking away when his lips met yours, the flutter inside the both of you increases and intensifies the more you kiss. You’re so glad you’re laying down, if you had stood up you would’ve staggered against him and lost control of your balance. You feel how one of his hands trail down you side to hold you on your waist. You let out a soft gasp in content when you feel his hands go under your shirt. And he flips you two over so you were hovering over him. You gasp in surprise this time as he grins at your reaction before meeting your lips in another kiss which felt intense but tender.

Hanma could only feel how soft, how good, just how perfect you felt against him. It’s too good how your lips moves against his own. His heart pounds as his hands grows weaker on you, growing restless. He needs to you feel you everywhere. Just the feel of you. He loves how soft he feels against you, your mouth.

He has been wanting this moment for so long, that wasn’t clear for him wether it was real or a dream. And the moment he grasped the fact what he’s been wanting has come to life, he felt raw emotions surge inside him as his hold onto your hips curls up on your skin tighter.

Hanma halfway opens his eyes in the kiss, wanting to sneak a peek at you. You look devastating. He pulls away for a moment of breath, and as he does that he watches you. He sees your chest heave up and down as he feels you tuck strands of his hair away from his forehead. He sees a soft smile splay on your pretty swollen lips. He reaches up to your touch your face and rubs his thumb against the corner of your lips.

“You’re devastating.” He thinks his thoughts aloud, your heart pounds against your own chest at his compliment. You flick his forehead feeling embarrassed. Hanma knows this and couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulls your face down for a quick kiss.

Then he wraps his arms around your body and pulls your frame onto his, engulfing you in his embrace. He felt himself grow shy, happy and grateful. The warm feeling of your breath against his neck, the feel of your heartbeat against his chest stabilizes him.

“We’re still on the sand.” He hears you mumble as you draw circles on his clothed chest. He leans his face down to give you a kiss on the head.

“Let’s stay this for a little before going home.” Hanma says, you look up at him as you hum in agreement.

“Happy birthday shuji.” You give him a soft but quick kiss. He smiles, his eyes almost dazzling as he looks at you. “Thank you, doll.” He mutters before he holds your face softly before meeting your lips again in a delicate thorough kiss.

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cries, wails and sobs loudly into the void, I want hanma shuji so bad cmon

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[saetoru]

[ 𝟑:𝟏𝟑 𝐀𝐌 ] 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈.

“shuji are you asleep?” you tap at his arm, hovering over his figure. hanma swears that if his eyes weren’t closed, they might have twitched. 

“fuckin’ hell, baby. yes,” he grumbles, “i am asleep.”

“then how’d you answer,” you huff. he can practically hear the pout in your tone, and hanma would think it’s adorable—really, he would. he’d crack a smile and giggle at your antics if it wasn’t three am right now, and if he wasn’t so drained from cracking skulls open all day. 

he wonders if maybe if he ignores you, you’ll simply go away. 

you, of course, don’t. “shuji, don’t ignore me, it’s rude.” he offers you nothing but silence. “oh, shujiii,” you hum, voice all but singing as you poke the tip of his nose, “shuji, i know you can hear me. i’ll die if you don’t—”

“baby, i love that mouth of yours, it’s done great things. but i’m gonna duct tape it,” he warns, finally cracking his eyes open and glaring at you. two amber (and rather irritated) orbs meet your elated ones, and maybe if he wasn’t so damn used to giving in to you, his eyes would be a bit more stern—instead, they falter when they meet your grin. 

“oh no,” you giggle, “what a shame it would be if you duct taped my mouth and tied me up,” you wriggle your brows, making his lips curl at the edges in an amused grin against his will. chuckling, he shifts to face you properly, raising a brow as you brush a few loose strands of hair from his face. 

“is that why you’re buggin’ me? cause you’re horny in the middle of the night?”

“no, i just got bored,” you murmur, slumping over his figure and digging your face into his chest, “but if you are, then i’m not gonna say no because i’d never say no to you,” you offer (too) sweetly. his arms instantly wrap around you, an exaggerated grunt pulling from his lips when your weight presses over him. 

“well, i’m not, so get sleepy instead. or i’ll put you to sleep forever,” he clicks his teeth in what seems like irritation, but his hand still finds its way to the small of your back, rubbing slow circles into your skin as you inhale his scent. 

it’s been a while since you’ve felt him like this, under your touch and against your skin—and hanma shuji knows life with a fugitive isn’t one you’re meant for. he knows in the long run, it’s not even possible for him to consider a future with you when he’s constantly on the run and hiding. but something about this, about you, draws him back every time—even if it means he has to be interrupted just as he’s about to fall asleep. 

“you’d never,” you say with a cheeky grin, pressing a soft kiss to his bare chest. the loose ponytail he wears to bed tickles your cheek, the smell of your shampoo in his hair meeting your nose. “then how else would you get home cooked meals?”

“baby, cracking an egg into ramen doesn’t make you a chef,” he snorts, shaking his head in amusement as he feels you pout. this time, he does crack a smile—and it’s a rather wide one if he’s being honest. 

“well, at least one of us can crack an egg,” you argue back, hand tracing small loops of your initials with his. he tries not to roll his eyes at the cheesiness, but he finds he tries even harder to fight back the relief.

and hanma tries to convince himself that here, in your home, in the comforts of your bed and the gentleness of your embrace, he belongs. because you’re perfect—you’re warm and sweet and your lips trickle with honeyed laughter that someone with sins as heavy as his doesn’t deserve to hear. but you’re stubborn, and if hanma shuji is damned to hell, he thinks you’d find a way to still bring heaven to him, clutched in the palm of one hand as the other reaches for his. 

he kisses the side of your head, indulging you (and himself, though he never admits it) in the small bit of affection he can offer you. he can’t hold your hand and show you the world, and he can’t follow you to the ends of the earth, but he can let you interrupt his (much needed) sleep for moments like these. 

and it’s enough. for now, he’s grateful it’s more than enough for you. 

“are you sleepy yet?” he mutters, “cause if i get grumpy i might just get dangerous.”

“ooh, how ferocious of you,” you tease, reaching to pinch his cheek. he grunts, shooting you a glare as he swats your hand away. “my dangerous little gangster, aren’t you,” you giggle. 

“you know, on the streets, the people are scared of me, baby,” he insists, scowling at the beam on your face. but something warm spreads through his chest, something that almost feels like he’s swallowed the sun whole on a cold night, light and comforting as it seeps into his bones and melts him from within. 

something that feels like he’s reached the gates of heaven even as hell calls for his name, dragging him by the ankles, but never enough to fight the grasp of your hand in his as you tug.

“that’s because they’ve never seen you try to crack an egg,” you chuckle, “if they did, then they’d know you’re just stupid.”

“i’m a killer.”

“but you’re cute too,” you counter, “who says you can’t be both?”

if hanma had to describe love in one word, he thinks he’d choose stupid. because if he’s stupid enough to walk through your door and climb through your windows no matter the risks, you’re stupid enough to welcome him with open arms and a saccharine smile. 

so he laughs, giggly and real and just a little stupidly in love. “you’re so fuckin’ stupid, baby, the world would ruin you,” he mumbles, tracing your cheek with a rough fingertip.

“well, you’ve got your scary street cred,” you tease. “you wouldn’t let it happen,” you whisper quietly, so sure of him that it’s almost unbearably painful. 

“i might if you don’t let me go to fuckin’ sleep,” he grumbles. his lips press into your forehead, and for a moment, you both let yourselves be foolish enough to think it’ll all be okay. 

notes: this is really self-indulgent so it's more for me than anything, but if you read this and enjoyed then that's pretty dope too :)

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clouded || shuji hanma .

S U M M A R Y - You decide to take it a step further in your relationship with Shuji--taking him to visit your family and he thinks it would be a great idea to fuck with you during the family dinner.

T A G S - fem!reader, exhibitionism, oral sex, vaginal fingering, pet name, dirty talk, bathroom sex, spit kink (hanma is nasty as hell), overstimulation

N O T E S - i wanna improve on my smut so like....lmk how you liked it plz

W O R D C O U N T - 4.8k

# @magentaviolette @gajeelstan @nalyana @bigsuitcasemugdiplomat @lele26

“Shuji?”

Your soft voice is barely reaching his ears. His body is tired and shut down as he lays in bed, eyes glued shut—but responds regardless. Using all his energy, he manages to mutter out a groan as a response.

You shift so you're facing him, drumming your fingers along his chest as you ask him the question you’d been waiting for your entire 2 year relationship. 

“Do you wanna meet my parents?”

Your family is pretty strict—which is why you kept your relationship a secret for this long. They’re the typical no sex before marriage type, no relationship until marriage (which you’d told them countless times make no sense, but they refuse to hear you out). 

They have no clue you have a boyfriend, in fact how they found out was an accident. You were calling them from your house phone, checking in on them since the last time you’d seen them in person was a couple months ago, when Shuji called your name from upstairs. 

Shuji has a loud distinct voice and your mother has super-hearing, so it was only expected for her to hear the loud call of —‘Babe, c’mere real quick’—. You were frozen as your mother bombarded you with questions:

“You have a boyfriend?!”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Does he treat you well?”

“When do we get to meet him?!”

You panicked and blurted out this weekend, since you were planning on heading back out to the countryside to go see them regardless. Now that was sorted, the only thing left on your list was to get Shuji to come with you.

Shuji is… well… not the best person with his words. You know for a fact he’s going to blurt some bullshit out at the dinner table and make your parents hate his guts for the rest of your life.

And Shuji isn’t the type of guy you can just bring home to your parents. For one the tattoo’s. You had a migraine just thinking about how your parents would react to his tattoo’s. Your mother would most definitely faint, your father would drag him out the house and tell you to stop dating such a ‘thuggish delinquent’.

(You know he would because when your sister at 19 years old brought home her delinquent boyfriend, he reacted the exact same way).

You also know that it would take Shuji a lot of convincing to try get him to come see your parents — which is why you planned on asking him while he was half asleep, knowing he would just say yes to everything you were asking him to get you to shut up and let him sleep.

“Shuji?” You ask again to see if his body had shut down yet. When you see his body twist to face you, his eye opens just barely, you know he’s still awake. “Have you ever thought about visiting my parents?”

“Hm?”

You groan, knowing you’re going to have to repeat yourself at least three more times before he gets it. “I said, do you wanna meet my parents?”

“Mm-h-hm sure.” 

“For real? It’s this weekend, and I’ll need you to cover up your tattoo’s and be on your best behaviour the entire day. Okay?”

“Yeah…sure whatever babe.” He shifts into a more comfortable position and drifts off to sleep. You take a deep breath before turning off the lamp on your bedside table, snuggling up next to him as you fall asleep.

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“Can’t believe you’re making me do this shit.” Shuji throws his head back against the head of the seat as cringes as he feels you apply foundation on his hands—just over his tattoo’s. The coldness wetting his skin with every press of the beauty blender.

“Stop complaining and give me your other hand.” He obliges, lifting his right hand and braces himself for the cold squelch of the foundation on his palms. 

He hates makeup.

“Can’t believe you hafta do this crap every fuckin’ day.” He misses his tats already, his skin feels bare and naked being all covered up like this. Just moments before he drove to your parents house, you were running around different makeup stores, trying to find his shade.

He thought you were just playin’ about covering up his tats, like it was just a stupid prank to get him ready to meet your strict parents. But the moment he parked the car and you asked him to give you his hands, he knew it wasn’t a prank nomore.

“Stop complaining Shuji,” you pause your dapping to apply more foundation onto his hands. “I promise you my parents will love you. As long as you keep your mouth shut and act normal.”

“I do act normal.”

“You and I both know that’s not true, Shuji.”

He lets out a giggle and bites his bottom lip to suppress his laugh. It’s true—he’s a fucked up individual and you know it too—which is why he appreciates you so much. You accept him for who he is and don’t want him to change for anybody.

Except for today. But it’s understandable. It’s your parents. If today goes badly, then well… your future together won’t be as smooth as it would if today goes well. Which is why he’s willing to make the effort to be a gentleman.

Just for today though.

“Are you done yet?” He’s starting to get impatient, having to hold his arm out for you to apply fucking make up on his hands. It’s tiring.

“No—your tats are so thick, I need to apply multiple coats.”

“How bout—” Shuji removes his hand away from yours and lifts your chin up to face him “—you stop stressing, and let’s head inside already.”

“Do you promise to be on your best behaviour?” You drop the makeup supplies onto the chair as he’s lifting you from your seat, placing you perfectly onto his lap.

“I promise baby.” The corner of his lips tilting up crookedly as he brushes his nose against yours. He can feel you physically relax ontop of him and he realises that this is really important to you. Your parents' opinion of him.

He frankly doesn’t give two fucks about what your parents think of him. If they hate him, he’d continue dating you because he wants to. And he’d even marry you out of spite—just to piss them off. 

Even give them front row seats to the wedding. Heh—he’s already cheesing just thinking about the irritated looks on your parents face. 

“Why are you smiling?” You notice the grin on his face is one that reeks of mischief and you start to panic again, “Hanma, if you’re planning somethin—”

“Relaxxxx, m’not plannin’ anythin’.”

You lift your arms up to place them behind his head, scratching your fingers along the hairs at the back of his head. “I’m so nervous.”

He leans in and kisses you. It’s short and quick and you realise it was a kiss to just reassure you. Before he could tell you everything would be just fine, there’s a knock on the car window, and you both turn to face the woman.

All colour drains from your face as you realise who’s at the window. Your auntie who’s giving you an odd stare as she sees you perched on Shuji’s lap, engaging in a kissing session.

Shuji simply raises his brow—because who the fuck is this bitch to interrupt his time with you. He watches you as you scramble wind the window down, a forced fake smile on your face as you greet the woman.

The moment the words ‘auntie’ leave your lips, his amusement perks up. No wonder you've looked like you’d just seen the ghosts of your ancestors outside that window. 

“Auntie? Hahaha, what are you doing here?” You try to act like you’re not sitting on your boyfriend’s lap right now. Even if you tried to move, you’d probably hit your feet along the gearbox and just embarrass yourself further. So you swallow hard and stay planted on his lap.

“I’m visiting your parents…” her eyeline trails over to Shuji, “and who’s this?”

“This? He’s my boyfriend. But, um, what do you mean you’re seeing my parents? I thought it was just me and them today?”

“No? It’s a family get-together. Your grandparents, uncles, siblings and cousins are there.” She calls over to her son and he walks into frame, holding a tray of food. The aroma hits you like a slap in the face and Shuji’s brain malfunctions. Fuck—he’s so hungry.

“Did you bring any food?” She sticks her head inside the car, eyeing the foundation bottle at the front of the car. The backseat is empty and her face falls into a slight frown. “Oh. I see nothing is prepared.”

You just want to sink into the chair and die. Shuji feels you deflate ontop of him and rubs circles into your waist, trying to soothe you. The action doesn’t go unmissed by your auntie and you subtly try to get him to stop, but he doesn’t listen.

She stands up and readjuts her clothes. “Well, I’ll see you inside? C’mon let’s go.” Your cousin gives you a little wave before following his mother across the street and disappearing inside the house.

“Well, that’s off to a good start.” You sigh and rest your head in the crook of his neck. His plain palm comes up and rubs your back, kissing your forehead, muttering something like it’ll be okay.

You’re a bit shocked he hasn’t felt the pressure yet. It’s not just visiting your parents anymore—it’s now the whole family. If you were in his position, you’d be shitting yourself yet he looks so relaxed…and unbothered.

“Ready to head inside?”

You wish you stayed inside that car, because the moment you entered, all eyes were on you. Your auntie clearly went and told the entire house about the PDA session going on in the car just moments prior because your father was burning holes into Shuji’s head as he towered behind you.

Your sister appreciated him and welcomed him with open arms because she knows how it feels to be in your position—except the entire family wasn’t present for her—your mother also welcomed him and you were glad because there was no fainting which is a good sign.

Shuji could practically feel a hole being burnt through his head the entire hour he was there. That stare from your father was doing a horrible job at trying to intimidate him. If anything, it made Shuji want to act out even more.

His fingers were itching with the want and need to give your aunties and uncles a sly stupid remark at everything they were saying at the dinner table. He could tell you wanted to leave with that forced smile on your face with every failed joke your relatives made. 

He’s had enough honestly. 

Besides, he couldn’t really eat the food with the uncomfortable stares he was receiving from your dad. Standing up from the table, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You felt like having a panic attack, the way your auntie was subtly taking jabs at you the entire dinner.

The moment you entered that bathroom, you splashed water on your face, trying to cool your burning hot face. You were mad, ashamed and upset. You were so excited for today and it just doesn’t feel like a family reunion.

You were so mad, you forgot to even lock the door. Well—you think you locked the door, only to see the lock becoming undone in the mirror. Shuji had picked the locks and entered the bathroom, locking it behind him.

“What are you—”

You’re shut up when he tips forward to kiss you, adding pressure into the kiss as he tips your chin up to kiss you deeper. You’re confused—but you accept the kisses because you really needed this.

It’s not the most appropriate thing to be making out with your boyfriend in the bathroom whilst the whole family is downstairs—but you’re past caring now. 

He is your stress reliever; and you are his.

You can taste the seasoning from the food your grandparents made on his tongue as he kisses you passionately, hands on your hips to hold you in place in case you feel like running away.

When he notes you have no intention of leaving—he takes it up a notch, breaking the kiss to pin you up against the wall. The moment you feel his hands sliding up your thighs to lift you up and off the ground—you snap out of the little trance you were in. 

“Shu—shuji, m-my parents are down—”

“Don’t care.” The vibrations from his voice tickles your neck as he trails sloppy kisses along the column of your throat, up to your jaw before stopping by your ear, “Need you so bad—fuck.”

That’s when you can feel it, just brushing against your thigh, his cock is prominent and hard, poking into your skin. He can’t go back down there like this. Not with everything that’s already happened so far.

You grab onto his face and smash your lips together, trying to keep the noise down to a minimum as he sighs into your mouth. Dragging your hands down his chest, you rest them just along his bulge, sliding your fingers along his length, relishing in the grunts and moans you graciouslly swallow up as you deepen the kiss.

He pulls away and mutters something into your neck, placing soft kisses along your skin to distract you. You bite your lip and close your eyes, head knocking against the wall as you give him more access to your neck. His lips always feel so good, always enough to satisfy you. 

There’s a wet sensation on your skin as he drags his tongue along your neck before latching his lips onto the skin and sucking hard. You don’t even realise what he’s doing until you can practically feel the blood rushing to that spot on your neck.

He’s giving you hickey.

“S-shuji, no marks–!” You groan when he doesn’t listen to you, in fact he’s heard you—he just doesn’t care. The wet suction on your neck feels so good—like he’s memorised all your special spots, almost has your eyes rolling back. You feel weak beneath him as his lips start sucking and nipping at your skin. 

He can’t decide where to leave marks, so he alternates between your jaw and neck as his hands slide up to your top. “Take this shit off.” He mutters before getting back to work, teeth sinking into your skin like a vampire.

You whimper but oblige anyway—knowing that disobeying him gets nowhere. Sliding your fingers under your blouse, you lift it up and over your head. By the time you get it over your head, you can see Shuji’s eyes already oogling at your chest. 

“Stop doing that, you pervert.” You reach behind you to unfasten the straps of your bra and the moment it falls to the ground, his huge palm is already grabbing your breasts, moulding them to his liking in his hands.

You can’t help but bite your lip—his hands feel so good. You regret covering his palms because you enjoy seeing the words ‘Sin’ and ‘Punishment’ on your skin everytime he manhandles you, or fucks you into oblivion, or plays with your tits in such a manner that has your knees failing to work.

“Shuji—wash it off.”

He flicks his eyes up at you. “Hm? Wash what?”

You know he knows what you’re talking about. That stupid grin on his face says otherwise. You push at his chest, creating some distance between the two of you so you can slide down to the ground. Grabbing onto his wrists, you walk over to the sink and run the taps. “Wash it off.”

“Yes ma’am.” The foundation rinses off easily, the big black and bold kanji reappearing on his hands. God—they’re so hot. You lift his hand up to your lips and press a soft kiss along his skin whilst looping your other arm around his neck, pulling him down to your level for a kiss.

He tugs his hands free from your grip and slides them down your body, gripping your ass through your leggings with pure nonchalance. His fingers squeeze and roll the flesh in his palms and it almost hurts, but you like it so much. 

He lifts you easily onto the sink, the position is very uncomfortable but before you could shift into a more comfortable position, his fingers are sliding over your clit through your leggings. You moan softly as he presses firm against your nub.

“Raise your head f’me.” 

“No more marks—please—” You swallow before tilting your neck to the side, allowing him to run his lips along your skin once more. The moment you feel his lips suction against your skin, you let out an annoyed groan, trying to rip his face away from your neck.

His hand is around your throat so fast you didn’t even comprehend when he had moved it. The chokehold prevents your movements and allows him to mark you up, kissing along your jawline and leaving red marks on the way.

You know for a fact it’ll be a pain to go back downstairs like this, and worse thing worse you didn’t bring any spare foundation for yourself.

Fucking Hanma Shuji.

 “You promised me yo—you’d behave.” You manage to choke out. You swallow hard when his laugh vibrations along your skin, the urge to shove him away from you grows by the second.

“Plans change.” Was his response as he uses the grip on your throat to tug you down from the sink and onto your knees. “Now c’mon—” he runs his fingers along your lips before sinking his thumb into your wet mouth, “—gonna show me how pretty your mouth is?”

He looks at you as if he’s expecting you to respond despite having his thumb lodged so far into your mouth. You resort to nodding and reach up to his zipper, only for him to slap your hands away. 

He pulls his cock out like it’s on display and it almost slaps you in the face. You always forget how big he is, despite fucking him so often. It was something you were scared of at first—now it’s something you crave. Whether it’s down your throat or shoved deep inside you to the point it’s bruising.

You. Don’t. Care.

“C’mon—need to feel you, princess.” Shuji grunts, tapping the blunt head against your lips, the movement smearing precum along your bottom lip. He groans when he sees your tongue dart out to lick at your bottom lip, savouring the salty taste of his cum on your tongue. “Dirty bitch.”

Your brows furrow at the insult. “Me? Dirty? I’ll never forget the time you spat inside my mo—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, your facial muscles are flinching and your eyes squeeze shut as you feel something wet hit your cheek. Your mouth falls open in shock at the retaliation he just spat on you.

“Oops.” He giggles, bending down and using your already mouth to his advantage— gathering more spit inside his mouth before spitting into your mouth. You whimper and groan before swallowing, brows creased in annoyance as he smiles down at you. “Now suck my cock—before it falls off.”

Lifting your forearm up, you cringe while wiping the spit dribbling down your cheek. The sounds of his giggles above you just irritate you even more, but you’re leaning forward anyway, fingers ready to grab his shaft, squeezing tight at the base as you tongue along his tip.

“Shit—” He hisses and closes his eyes, allowing himself to focus on the feeling of your tongue on his cock. Sliding your tongue down his shaft, you apply pressure to the prominent vein that leads down to the base. “Goddamn—your fuckin’ mouth—”

He grabs his tip and grips onto your head, tugging you back before shoving his cock into your mouth. You barely even get time to breath as he fucks your face like a man that doesn’t love you at all. It’s noisy and messy and you’re damn sure if it wasn’t for the music blasting downstairs in the living room then the entire family would’ve heard the lewd noises coming from the bathroom.

The pain from your scalp, along with the burn in your throat makes this unbearable, but you can feel yourself getting wetter. It’s shameful, it really is. 

You’ll never admit it to him; but you enjoy the feeling of being used and spat on by him. 

You know you should feel ashamed, your family is downstairs whilst you’re getting your throat fucked just upstairs. Yet your fingers slip inside your leggings to rub at your clit. It amazes you how wet you are, wet enough to just stick your fingers inside you straight up.

The moan you gargle around his cock sends vibrations up his entire body and he opens his eyes and looks down at you finger fucking yourself as you choke on his cock. “You’re rea—fuck— really fuckin’ slutty. Look at you.” 

You can’t help but whimper as he reangles his hips to thrust even deeper down your throat. His hands gripping tight on your face as he watches the shiny layer of spit coating his cock disappear everytime he re-enters your mouth. “Fuck—m’gonna come.” 

You gargle something around cock and his hips stutter, before one last hard thrust and you feel his cum seeping down your throat. His hand on your head is pressing you against his pelvis to the point as he calms down from his orgasm.

The wet squelch as he pulls out, followed by the loud strings of coughs that escape your mouth. Your throat burns, your voice is hoarse but before you could process anything, you feel yourself being lifted from the ground and placed onto another hard surface.

The awkward dip by your ass makes you realise he sat you down by the sink. 

“Sorry baby, went a bit too far, didn’t I?” He coos, nudging your nose with his own and he presses small pecks onto your lips, “but it’s alright, gonna make you feel s’good.”

He takes the fingers you used to finger yourself and sucks on them. It tickles, feeling his tongue lap up the slick remaining on your fingers.  You watch with wide eyes and parted lips as your fingers disappear into his mouth. 

He pops them out with a loud pop noise before sinking down to his knees. Using two harge hands, he spreads your thighs apart and tugs you forward slightly, a loud yelp escaping you as you brace your hands against the sink before you fall off.

He runs his tongue along your clothed slit, mouthing at your cunt through the thin fabric of your leggings. “What’s gotten you so sensitive, hm?” He smiles between your legs as he feels your thighs quiver with every lick he gives you.

“Shuji—please— fuck—!” You try to remove your leggings, desperate to feel his hot tongue against your clit. His hands stop you just before you can pull them down.

“Nah-uh. Not yet. Gotta savour this.” His fingers leave dents on your thighs with how hard he’s gripping onto them, mouthing against your clothed cunt like a man starved. “You’re already drippin, can feel it even with these on.” 

His finger hooks between the band of your legging, pulling back before letting go, allowing it to snap against your stomach.

“Shuujiiii, c’mon—ple-please.” It’s embarrassing how breathless you sounded already. Embarrassing to the point he even felt pity for you. The relief you felt when he finally slid your leggings down along with your panties, hips lifting up off the sink for easier access.

The moment you dropped your hips back down, you winced from the coldness from the sink. But you immediately fell into moans as he started to lap up your slit. Sliding the flat of his tongue down from your clit, tickling against your hole before sliding back up. His lips suction around your clit and you have to fight the urge to not scream. A hand leaving the sink to cover your mouth. Soft pants escape you as he digs his face further into your thighs, nose brushing against your clit as his tongue pushes past your tight hole.

His skilled tongue expands enough to stretch your inner walls as he tongue fucks you at a pace that shouldn’t even be humanely possible.

“Fuck,” you whimper into your palm, grinding your hips further into his face for more friction. Your other hand, clutching tightly against the sink to keep you upright. The skin on your fingers changes colours with how hard your grip was.

You throw your head back as you feel him slide his tongue out, replacing it almost instantly with a finger that slips in way too easily. His tongue flicks at your clit before sucking down hard, enough to make you bite the skin of your palm to seal your noises.

As if you thought the situation couldn’t get bad enough, you hear footsteps climbing up the stairs before the door handle jingles. It was a miracle Shuji locked the door after he entered—otherwise you would be screwed.

Loud knocks erupt and you feel Shuji pause his minstrations on your clit. Purple eyes boring into your own as he examines the panicked look on your face.

“Y/N? You’ve been in that bathroom a long time, everything alright?”

You let out a deep breath, realising it’s only your cousin. One around your age and not some judgment aunt or uncle ready to break the door down to grab you and drag you downstairs.

“I’m good, yeah. Just fixing my makeup.”

“Ahhh, I get the feeling—” You hear a thud on the door, as if she’s leaning her body against the door “—need any help? It’s always faster with a third party—”

“No!! I’m good, don’t need any help. Thank you though.”

“Yeah? Okay Miss Independent. Whatcha re-doin? Foundation or—”

“Just eyeliner.”

Hanma starts to get irritated and bored by this conversation about makeup products he doesn’t care about.

“Ooh! I have this really pretty purple eyeliner. Next time we meet, I can give it to you.”

“Yeah, I would like that a l—lot–ah fuck!—” Your voice trails off into a moan when Shuji resumues his previous actions, swiping his tongue along your clit with a loud slurp that you pray didn’t reach behind the door.

“...Y/N… everything alright?”

You try to push his head away from you, but he digs his face even deeper, even almost moaning as he flicks his tongue in between your folds, slurping at the slick that graces your folds.

“I-I’m fine—” you pray she doesn’t realise how shaky your voice is, “Just stabbed my eye…. by accident—”

“See! You do need help! C’mon lemme help you, like old times—”

“NO! Just no. I got this, please—” There was a silence in the room, well silent aside from the obnoxiously loud slurps coming from the man between your legs.

“Okay… if you say so.” You can hear her footsteps start up before there’s another slight knock on the door, “‘N tell Hanma there’s food and drinks downstairs. He sounds starved.”

Hanma pulls off your clit with a loud suction and giggles, his hair tickling your skin as it brushes against your thighs.

“I’ll let him know…” You sound defeated and embarrassed. At least this time Shuji has the decency to wait until he can hear her footsteps fade down the stairs before standing up between your legs.

“As much as I wanna fuck you into the floor until you’re screaming my name—I feel like the rest of your family will be a huge pain in my ass if I don’t get you back down there. And I already have enough holes in my head from your dad’s stare so…”

You chuckle under your breath before sliding off the sink. Your knees feel wobbly but it’s managable. Shuji helps you back into your blouse and leggings and watches as you walk over to the mirror, frowning at the amount of hickies left on your neck and jaw.

“Fuck— how am I gonna hide this….”

“Dunno.” He doesn’t seem to care as he slides his hands down your waist and dips his head between your neck. Pressing soft kisses along your shoulder as you’re having a mid-life crisis in the mirror.

“Don’t leave any more marks, Shuji.”

The two of you make eye-contact in the mirror, your gaze is serious and concentrated whilst his own is laidback and nonchalant. You groan as he breaks the staring contest to kiss up the back of your neck up to your shoulders again.

“No promises.”

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They Call Him The Reaper [Hanma Shuji]

an: after many discussions on discord with @unknownspecies over Shuji and especially soft Shuji in the past few days, this idea was born. A huge thanks to Zoya for helping a ton with the inspiration and characterisation.

pairing: Hanma Shuji x female reader

warnings: SFW, suggestive at best but only in one section, canon level violence mentioned, fluff, photographer timeline Shuji, soft Shuji, self-indulgence

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They call him the Reaper.

A title bestowed upon him when he was only an adolescent. A delinquent with seemingly no moral compass, little compassion and a desire to watch the world burn, but only after being the one to strike the match. Nothing but a thug with no qualms about being used by others to enact their worst ideations.

Even now, in his mid-thirties, the namesake remains.

Sure, he isn’t the most upstanding citizen, but he is a far cry from those youthful years when he would pull the wings off insects just to watch them writhe. He found his passion, and it wasn’t taking orders without question. Perhaps those years helped him capture the world in a way that others couldn’t, a unique take on the subject of his photographs that no one but he could draw out because he didn’t see the world like anyone else. 

His studio was full of his favourite shots, landscapes blown up to cover large sections of the walls with small intimate photos scattered around in what seemed like a haphazard way when, in fact, there was a logic and pattern that only made sense to him. Photos taken with a polarizing filter caught your eye amongst the raw scenes on display. Natural sunsets stood out against a sea of cityscapes with twinkling lights, the pure magic of the sun outshining any number of neon lights that covered the glittering buildings.

It was safe to say that he had an eye for photography, and his fully booked calendar only highlighted that fact. However, he hadn’t entirely turned away from his criminal past. He would still lend out favours to those he called friends and they weren’t many. Those that did make the exclusive list were some of the most powerful men in the entire country and the majority of their wealth was stained in crimson, not that he cared.

An enforcer, a dangerous presence or sometimes the kindling to spark the flames of a dispute that had taken too long to reach this point. He played the role well, and it would be a lie to say he didn’t enjoy it when he was called upon. His fingers itched for a good fight often, and whilst he could now channel that energy in other, less violent ways, sometimes nothing could quell the bloodlust than a brawl where his knuckles split wide and smears of his opponent's blood covered his golden-hued skin.

Of course, he was still the Reaper. To be feared simply from how he smiled when he entered a room. It didn’t matter who occupied it or how high up the tree they might be, his smile was crazed, a warning and a threat rolled into one. The wolf called in when things were growing arms and legs, when attention was being drawn and a conclusion was needed sooner rather than later.

One flash of his perfectly white and deadly sharp teeth was enough to silence a room and he got off on that feeling. A glance at the stark black ink decorating the backs of his hands was more than ample to strike fear into the most hardened criminals. They all knew the atrocities those hands had committed, the blood that had long been washed away but still evident on the slender fingers by reputation alone.

An animal. A hired thug. A monster.

Except, he wasn’t those things, at least, not to you. He was gentle, a good listener and a whirlwind of his own making. Not always, and he had his moments when he was far from gentle, but you loved those times nearly as much as you coveted the soft times.

He liked the sound of rainstorms and would pull you to bed simply to lay in his arms and talk whilst the heavy thud of raindrops pelted against the roof and lashed the windows. He was a curious creature and often questioned you over things that seemed trivial but somehow were important to him. What had you eaten for lunch in middle school? What had you wanted to be when you were a kid? Which was your favourite ice cream flavour? 

You’d laugh and press your hand against his shoulder in a playful shove, he couldn’t seriously want to know those things but he truly did. His nose rubbed into your hair as warm laughter met your ear, the arm around your waist tightening until you yielded and gifted him the answers he sought. Did he remember them? You weren’t sure and you didn’t test him on it, it was enough that he had asked in the first place.

The man called the Reaper thought about you and not just when he needed something from you. It had taken some time to sink in but the evidence was plain to see as the little trinkets grew on your vanity. He had an uncanny ability to sense you weren’t in the best of moods, perhaps it was a hard week at work or your monthly cycle kicking your ass. It didn’t matter the reason, simply that in these instances he would appear on your doorstep with that wicked grin curving his lips and a small bag or box in hand. It was never a random item either, always something you had previously spoken about like the hobbies and interests he teased you over or an item you had lingered at whilst out together.

Someone considered a monster couldn’t be that sweet, but he was. Perfect he was not but soft, measured when it counted and open with his affection. He didn’t shy away from twining his fingers with yours, thumb stroking over your knuckles while you swung your joined hands happily. What a funny pair you made when out walking, but he didn’t mind one jot when you had a spring in your step or you pulled him to stop over something you had spied. Maybe you couldn’t see the secret smile that he wore only for you but the ghost of it caught your eye now and then.

For everything that made him hard, dominating and the master of his universe, there was a parallel to be drawn. All you had to do was look within the box tucked away beneath his bed to know that to you, he was no monster to be feared. Inside a frayed box that had been opened and closed so many times that the stiff cardboard was now peeling in places, scuffed and overused, was a thick stack of photos. Polaroids and glossy photos sat in a jumble and the subject of every single one… you.

Some only showed the curve of your shoulder as the morning sun streamed through a bedroom window to bounce off your skin and the rumpled white sheets. Others were candid shots that you remembered fondly. Being chased around your apartment whilst he snapped photos that you tried playfully to avoid. Bright smiles and splayed fingers across the lens blurred the surroundings but did nothing to dampen the happiness they exuded. You’d blush at the intimate ones carefully thumbed by long fingers. Hair spread out on pillows like a halo, features twisted in bliss and uncaring for the camera poised above you. 

Yes, there were lewd images of the two of your bodies joined and the decadent mess such a joining resulted in. Streaks of saliva on heated flesh, a pink tongue painted in creamy white, a hand painted with ‘punishment’ wrapped around an eager throat and other things that made you blush to even think of. 

He even kept the photos you had taken, the ones from a lazy Sunday morning when you had grabbed his camera and snapped away at his tousled hair and carefree expression. Capturing the curls of smoke that rose from one of his morning cigarettes and asking him to try and blow smoke rings just to amuse you. The ones where you kissed his cheek and peeked at the camera with a wink and others where you made stupid faces together until you couldn’t breathe from the laughter.

Despite it all, the violence he was capable of and the times he tested your patience and sanity to the very limit, he had stolen your attention but you had gifted him your love.

They called him the Reaper, but you called him Hanma Shuji.