#hanma shuji scenarios

[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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[virtue-and-beneviolence]

cool kids don't cry

an eight year old Hanma notices a girl getting picked on and consoles her in a goofy way only he would think of.

<700 words, plat childhood!shuji fluff, the slightest allusion to a rough upbringing from shuji not proofread, not anything we flop like men

Hanma doesn’t like crybabies. Call it a hard lesson from his parents, but he doesn’t like when other kids cry and carry on over dumb stuff. He’s learned that crying doesn’t get kids very far. Certainly not kids like him, whatever that meant.

Even more than crybabies, Hanma hates brats that pick on kids half their size because there’s no challenge in that. No gamble. No risk, or thrill. There’s no appeal, and frankly, it’s cowardly as fuck. It’s stupid, but most kids are stupid. He may only be eight years old, but he knows he’s not cut out to be some white knight. He’s no hero. Hanma usually observes, fingers itching for action, trying to decide on worthy opponents. When he does swoop into the fray it has nothing to do with the victim, if there was one.

Hanma is, shall we say, an equal opportunist observer. He’s far from the gentlemanly type and isn’t above watching a boy shove the occasional annoying girl down. It warrants an eyeroll, or maybe a ‘tsk’ if she throws a fit. 

But today, the classroom bully picked you to pick on. He pushed your little figure down to all fours from behind onto the rough pavement. He expected your yelp and laughed heartily. The last thing the bully (and Hanma, for that matter) expected was for you to get off your roughed up palms, scoot around on torn knees and land as hard a punch as you could on the boy. For better or worse, all you could reach was the boniness of his hip but the hit was enough to shock him into pushing you on your butt and scurrying away. In his wake he left a chorus of jeers from his friends.

Now this girl, Hanma decided, was interesting.  

He watched you sit there, alone, slightly bloodied knees tucked to your chest. He didn’t even notice you were crying until he saw your body jolt with a poorly stifled sniffle. Hanma’s stomach sank and before he knew it, his hands were shoved in his pockets and he stalked over to sit next to you. Even young as you both were, he was tall for his age, so much so that even sitting he looked down a bit at you. 

“Hey.” He said, as eloquently as was expected of a budding delinquent.

 “What.” You said it as if it wasn’t a question, voice was tight in an obvious attempt to keep it from wavering. Hanma noted it, respected it.

“Dunno, you’re the one snifflin.’ Whatcha cryin’ for? You spooked that dumbass away, didn't cha?” When he got no response he pressed on, “Yer knees hurt?”  

“S’my hand.” You hiccuped involuntarily and lifted a little fist, with red knuckles from the impact. 

A chuckle left the boy. “Got a lot to learn about fighting.” Taking his attention off your hand ripening with a bruise and your knees and looking at your tear streaked face, made his chest feel wobbly. He bumped his shoulder to yours, “C’mon, stop crying already.” 

You looked away. 

He knew he wasn’t half as good at making people feel good as he was at annoying or hurting them but that fuzziness he felt made him want to do something to help. So he chased your face with his and licked from your chin to the apple of your cheek. 

Hanma smacked his lips loudly, making a show of sampling the saltiness of your tears. 

“It’s just like I thought.” He said with mock solemnity, looking in the distance straight ahead, ignoring your utterly incredulous expression in his peripheral. “Sad tears taste bad when it’s a cool kid crying them.” He huffed a dramatic sigh.

It took a long pause for your words to come back to you, “What’d you do that for?”

“Dunno. You stopped crying though, didn’t cha?” Hanma stood and held out a hand. “Let's go to the nurse. Or whatever.” 

[violetdrkside]

Happy Birthday King!

A/N: One of my friends from discord were messing around on Twitter talking about Hanma and his hands and how he likes to make you blush…and it escalated so here we are. It’s just a drabble. Reader is gender neutral.

TW: Hanma, his hands, mentions on exhibitionism, degrading, Hanma being a menace, spanking, choking, teasing

Hanma’s Hands…

Think of them all over your body and them becoming your necklace. To be a tease he keeps his hands in his gloves. When he does take off the gloves he shoves them in your mouth to shut you up because you keep whining trying to grab at his hands taking off his gloves. He tells you to shut the fuck up and you blush. He makes his hand that says Sin your necklace and slaps your ass with his hand that says Punishment. He’d tell you maybe if you sinned a little more he’d stop punishing you and until then you would just have to take it.

But here is the catch. You could never sin too much for Shuji. So he keeps punishing you, teasing you, degrading you until you are begging, tears flowing down your face and maybe then he eases up on you.

Shuji loves it when you blush from the the words he says to you. It gets him going, it is the fuel that ignited the flame inside of him. He just thinks you are so pretty when you are blushing. He’d do anything to see it. When you get ready to sleep you are laying in bed with Shuji all curled up, you’re trying to drift away, but he keeps whispering all the things he’d do to you. He tells you as he does those things to you he’ll be recording you so he can show all the executives. You are whimpering to him to stop teasing you and you want to sleep but he keeps going. You try to move away but he wraps his legs around you and his hand cradling your face. He’s kissing, biting, and licking at your neck and ear. You are breathing heavily, whimpering. Your face is burning. You keep repeating to him to stop and then he says forget the whole recording thing, he might just take you to an executive meeting and show the executives how you are puddy in his hands right in front of their faces. Now you are turned on and you are grinding your ass against his hips. You tell him to keep going and once you do, he stops and you hear a low chuckle in your ear followed by voices echoing of everything that was just said, you recognize your voice telling him to stop, your face is crimson as he praises you for giving him such a good show. You realize he recorded the whole thing. All your pleas, begging, whimpers as you continue to hear his voice repeating all the ways you both could sin together and his punishments to give you. He stops the recording, kissing your cheek, and ends with saying how he doesn’t know if he is going to keep the recording to himself or share it with his fellow executives. But we know how possessive our dear Shuji could be…sleep tight ♡︎

27 October 2022

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Chifuyu Matsuno | 26 | PET SHOP OWNER | 5’6 | LOYAL

Jokingly entering a lottery for a luxury couple’s cruise, you were surprised to receive a notification saying that you were the lucky winner! You now have to find a “spouse” for the trip. You’ve considered your friends, but all of them probably have commitments already. And then on the day of the cruise, Chifuyu greets you with flowers. He was so much cuter and in front of you. You settled into your luxurious cabin and began the journey.

On your first night, you tried the fancy dinner aboard the ship, shared your favorite dishes and chatted about your childhood memories associated with food. It struck you when he mentioned he was formerly a gang member, as he certainly did not look like one. you also bonded over your shared love of animals and memories of having owned pets as children, while Chifuyu told you all about the interesting things about these pets.

You also enjoyed a masquerade ball; Chifuyu was not the best dancer but he was so gentle with his movements. He was nervous at first, unsure how to navigate the party, but with your guidance and reassuring touch, he gradually relaxed and even started to enjoy the activity. You took the lead, taking him to the rhythm. With your hands on his shoulders and movements in synchrony with his, you glided across the dance floor, lost in the music and in each other's company just like dinner. Chifuyu was impressed by your confidence and grace on the dance floor. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for that.

After a long day of exploring the ports and enjoying the activities on the cruise, you decided to unwind at the couple's spa. On the way there, the two of you even came up with a fake love story in case the masseuse asks— you were high school sweethearts. Inside the spa, you settled into adjacent massage tables, holding hands and enjoying the deep tissue massages that the spa offered. The oil worked its magic onto your bodies, and you turned to Chifuyu, who seemed to be holding his laughter from being ticklish. You smiled at him and chuckled as you made eye contact, letting him know that you didn’t mind. You couldn't help but notice Chifuyu's toned body. His toned back and arms were on full display, you felt yourself being attracted to him in a way you hadn't been before.

As the week went on, you and Chifuyu continued to learn more about each other while also participating in the cruise activities, all while pretending to be a couple. By the end of the cruise, Chifuyu couldn't deny the connection he felt with you, and he was surprised by the depth of his feelings for someone he had only just met. It was then that he realized that despite being the one who was rented for the vacation, it was he who truly rented your heart. So when you visited his pet shop, he couldn't deny the connection you had and was happy to see you again. It’s against the rules of the rent-a-boyfriend services, but he does not need that anymore and so do you.

Baji Keisuke | 26 | VET | 5’9 | TSUN-TSUN

As you prepared for your family's Christmas trip, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Your relatives were constantly badgering you about finding a partner, and the pressure to conform to their expectations was starting to wear you down. That's why when you heard about a service that could provide you with a pretend boyfriend, you saw it as the perfect opportunity to get your family off your back and enjoy the trip without the constant constant nagging.

When you met Baji, you were surprised at how charming and easygoing he actually was. He was exactly the kind of guy your family would approve of, and he was happy to play the role of your boyfriend. Both you and your family were struck by how handsome and charming he was. His tall, lean figure and stunning eyes made him look like a model, but his warm smile and how gentle he was with your family made him seem accessible and likable.

You found yourself growing nervous as the time went on, but Baji was quick to pick up on your discomfort and put you at ease. He asked questions about your family and interests, and he made you a drink before settling into your room for the night. Baji then joked and laughed about things your parents have told earlier, making sure to give you a sense of ease and comfort with him. After all, you will be going on a trip together. You knew that you were both putting on an act, but you couldn't deny his potential of being an actual partner.

So the trip began, Baji proved to be a great choice. He was friendly and outgoing, easily striking up conversations with your relatives. He quickly became a favorite especially to the children in your family, who were drawn to his playful nature and witty banter. He spent time playing with them, telling jokes and stories, and generally being a fun and engaging presence. He was so good at interacting with the children that they started calling him "big bro Baji". He simply made a positive impression on everyone. He even went out of his way to compliment the cooking and offer to help with luggages, and making sure that everyone was taken care of, especially you, even if it meant putting himself in second place.

On the last day of the trip, you find yourself wondering how he was so good at handling family members, and he was more than happy to explain that he had a close relationship with his own mother growing up. He also said that in his career, he had come to see his animal patients as members of his own family. He described how he would take the time to get to know each animal individually, talking to them in the veterinary clinic and taking them out to play and explore. He told you that he believed that the key to understanding and connecting with other beings was to see them as unique individuals, just like people.

You did miss Baji after the trip. He had made such an impact on your family members, especially the children, that he was brought up in conversations even after he was gone. Your parents asked about him, and his absence was noted by the young ones who had grown so fond of him. You found yourself thinking about him often and wondering what he was up to. The trip had been such a special experience for you, and you felt grateful for the time you had shared together. Even though your relationship had been temporary and arranged, you found yourself wishing that you could see him again and continue your connection. So when you called him up for a “rental” again, it was to your surprise when Baji answered with “Don’t worry, this one’s on me.”

Hanma Shuji | 28 | PHOTOGRAPHER | 6'4 | DAREDEVIL

You have been struggling to keep your ex-boyfriend at bay. Despite repeatedly asking him to leave you alone, he would still find a way to contact you, whether through social media or by showing up at your workplace or at your apartment. You were worried about the situation and wanted it to stop, so you decided to hire a pretend boyfriend to make your ex-boyfriend back off. You chose Shuji Hanma, a 28-year-old photographer with a charismatic and handsome look. He also had a rebellious streak that made him perfect to play the role.

Hanma's stylish motorcycle added to the spectacle of his arrival at your apartment. As you rode away, you noticed that your neighbors were staring, probably wondering who the mysterious man on the motorcycle was. It was the same case when you arrived at your workplace, your colleagues were equally curious about the identity of the mystery man who waited for you at the lobby.

Hanma was engrossed in his work in the lobby, concentrating on editing his photos on the computer screen. He noticed the faint sound of footsteps approaching. The sound grew closer, and Hanma looked up to see your ex-boyfriend walking towards the seats. Hanma was not impressed, and he almost immediately approached him. “Hello, I'm Shuji Hanma. You are…?”

“Uhm, Touri—desu.” He was confused, but shook Hanma’s hand anyway, which he regretted… Hanma’s grip was undeniably strong, which turned his skin to crimson. “You new here, huh?” Hanma tried to remain cool. “Eh, not exactly.” The guy shrugged, and Hanma scoffed and took his belongings. “Well, I'll be on my way.” He headed to the receptionist and spoke loud enough, “Good afternoon, can you please deliver a message to my girlfriend, Miss [ L / N ]? I have our lunch~” This was enough to grab your ex’s attention, and he was visibly confused and angered.

Hanma immediately escorted you off the elevator when you arrived, letting you know of your ex’s presence as he protectively put an arm around you. Which seemed to work, because he was only angrily standing there with a piercing glare. Hanma was inarguably intimidating with his fierce eyes and tall height. As you sat together for lunch, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. You knew that your ex-boyfriend was watching from a distance, witnessing you having a wonderful time with another man. Hanma also appeared to be enjoying the situation, and he kept up his loving and affectionate demeanor throughout the meal, like Hanma taking your hand and kissing it, feeding you, and simply looking like a real couple. When in reality, you were also talking about your day so far and telling each other about the usual get-to-know topics.

After you walked out the restaurant together, your ex stepped forward and started yelling about how you could move on and replace him. “And with this twig?! Come on [ Y / N ], is this the best you got?” He chuckled and attempted to reach your arm. As he continued his tirade, Hanma lost his patience and punched him in the face. You were shocked at your pretend-boyfriend's sudden burst of violence, but you had to admit that it was somewhat satisfying to see your ex take a hit. Hanma quickly pulled you away from the scene and kicked your ex’s stomach. “Who’s the twig now? If I see your face again, I'm going to break every bone in your body.” He spat and then led you back to your apartment.

Once you were inside, Hanma apologized for his behavior and assured you that he only wanted to protect you. Still a bit shaken, you knew that Hanma had been there for you, and he did his role perfectly. You forgave him for resorting to violence and appreciated how devoted he had been to you with a generous tip, to which he answered, “I’m not leaving without making sure that guy never comes back.” You were taken aback when he took a seat on the couch by your front door. “And don't worry about the rent thing ♡” He winked. You were pretty sure he just enjoyed beating your ex, but you got yourself a pretty damn good fake boyfriend/guard dog.

Rindou Haitani | 30 | CLUB OWNER | 5’8 | GENTLEMAN, BUT A LITTLE NAUGHTY

You were feeling a bit down about attending the wedding of a college friend without a plus one. Your friends were all in loving relationships, and you were tired of being the odd one out. Rindou was intrigued by the request and quickly agreed. He looked forward to the opportunity to spend the evening with you and to help you feel less awkward.

Rindou was a stickler for presentation, so he took it upon himself to choose an outfit that would make you feel confident and comfortable. He asked you about the theme of the event, the colors of the invitations, and any personal style preferences you had. Using this information, he was able to find a perfect ensemble for the evening.

When you arrived at the venue, you felt a new sense of confidence. The dress that Rindou got tailored was a perfect fit, and the shoes made you feel taller and more sophisticated. You knew that you looked good, and that made you feel even more comfortable mingling with the other guests. Rindou had been right, the outfit had boosted your confidence, and it showed while he was happily your arm candy. As you continued to make your way toward the main event, Rindou couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity with the place. He quickly realized that he was one of the co-owners of the venue, and had completely forgotten to mention it to you. He felt a bit sheepish about the oversight and did not make a big deal out of it.

However, it did come back to bite him in the ass later on. “Mr. Haitani?” The groom took notice of his presence when the couple visited your table. “Pleasure to meet you, I did not see you on the guest list. What a surprise!” They shook hands. “My girlfriend is here with me.” He smiled and held you closely. “You didn’t tell us that your boyfriend owned the venue, [ Y / N ]-chan!” WHen the bride said that, it seemed that the other guests on the table now seemed more interested in you. “How did you meet?” “Is there a ring yet?” It was a bit of a shockwave to you and your friends. Suddenly it seemed as though they were all more interested in you than they were before, and you felt a tinge of discomfort, which Rindou easily picked up on.

“Oh, shut up…you won’t even talk to her two minutes ago…” Rindou scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Wanna ditch?” You were touched by his offer, and gladly accepted. You needed a break from the endless talk about your friends' relationships, and it was nice to have a place to escape to for a little while. Rindou took you to the bar of his brother’s hotel nearby, where you were able to enjoy your own night just by yourselves without having to impress people who you barely know anymore. “Sorry for not telling you sooner, it was exactly what I was trying to avoid…” Rindou knew his way around a bar, and you found yourself in the perfect spot with him at your side. He explained the menu items and suggested a few different drinks that he thought you might enjoy, making sure to cater to your tastes. You felt grateful for his attention, and you appreciated how much effort he was putting into the conversation.

As you sat at the bar, you found yourself opening up more than you ever thought you would. You talked about your job,hobbies, and even a little bit about your past relationships. Rindou was a great listener, and he made you feel comfortable enough to share details that you had never told anyone before. You loved the fact that even though he was a complete stranger, he was genuinely interested in your life and experiences. While he also had a fair share of stories, especially the reason behind joining the rental services despite being a wealthy businessman… Rich people get bored sometimes too, you know…

You felt like you had known Rindou for much longer than just one evening. You couldn't believe how quickly the time had passed, and you found herself wishing that the night could go on forever. As they closed down the bar and left the reception, Rindou walked you to the suite he offered, and you found yourself wishing that you had the courage to ask him if he would like to see eachother again…

Ran Haitani | 31 | CLUB OWNER | 6'0 | BOLD

You have been using your “fiance” as an excuse to get out of uncomfortable situations or company gatherings, but now you are facing a dilemma. Your boss was hosting a company outing, and you knew that you couldn't use the same excuse again because he personally invited “your fiance”.

Thinking quickly, you reached out to Ran and asked him to play the part of your fiance for the whole trip. You were relieved when he agreed, knowing that he was the perfect person to accompany you to the event. Ran was charming, charismatic and extremely meticulous so you knew he would be able to sell the "fiance" ruse perfectly.

Ran likes to live life to the fullest, and he's not afraid to splash out on extravagant things. He's handsome, wealthy, and he has a way with the ladies. “You wanna make this more believable? I’ll take you on a date before our flight ♡” He took you to the finest restaurants and their club, and he insisted on paying for everything. He bought you clothes to bring to the trip, and you took a lot of photos together to show around. And he of course did not forget the fiance scheme and took you to Cartier for ring shopping. You were surprised by Ran's opulent lifestyle, but you were also drawn to his confidence and charm. He's not afraid to take risks or to try new things, and you feel like you can learn a lot from him.

On the day of the flight, you pulled up at the airport in his luxury sedan, dressed to the nines that truly made you look like the real deal. Ran was a smooth talker and a natural flirt, and he made you feel like the most important person in the world. And being the actor that he is, Ran smoothly introduced himself to your boss and colleagues. But you only gave them a glimpse of your ruse, because Ran had bumped your seats to first class where you praised each other for your acting.

During the trip, you were treated like a queen by Ran. He was always making sure your needs were met and that you were comfortable. He would hold your hand in public, carry your things, and go out of his way to make sure you were comfortable and well-cared for. You liked the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and the way he looked at you with a sparkle in his eye. You were constantly getting compliments on your clothing, accessories, and your perfect “fiance.” You knew it was all just an act, but you couldn't help but enjoy every minute of it. Ran was way too good.

One night, you and Ran spent the evening soaking in the bathtub on your hotel balcony, surrounded by the sounds of the sea and the stars sparkling above you. He uncorked a bottle of the finest champagne, enjoying the bubbly beverage as you talked about your actual lives. You took the opportunity to let loose and talk trash about your co-workers. Ran laughed and poked fun at their annoying habits and quirks as well, bonding over your shared experiences. Ran was a natural storyteller, sharing stories from his past and his dreams for the future.; while You were fascinated by his adventures and insights. In turn, you talked about your own hopes and dreams. Ran listened intently, offering advice and support where needed. The conversation flowed effortlessly, with no awkward silences or forced conversation.

Ran was a true professional, and he played his role as your fiance flawlessly throughout the trip. He remained attentive and gave you affection in front of everyone. You were impressed by his commitment to the bit and his ability to seamlessly slip into character and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him. He made you feel like you were the most important person in the world, and you were touched by his thoughtfulness and attention to detail.

You were seriously moved by Ran's dedication to the role, even as you said goodbye. He had played the part with such natural grace and ease that she had almost forgotten that it was all an act. You were grateful for his commitment to the bit and his attention to detail, and you enjoyed the fact that you had someone during the trip. “Come on, I can’t keep these.” With his gifts in your hands, you insisted. Of course, you could… But you thought it was polite to offer. Ran’s answer intrigued you, though… “Of course you can…” He chuckled and opened the door of your home. “We still have that wedding, right?” He winked and kissed your forehead before seeing his way out.

Shinichiro Sano | 36 | BIKE SHOP OWNER | 6'0 | CHIVALROUS

You had grown tired of your friends' incessant efforts to set you up on blind dates, with stupid college boys to make matters worse. You appreciated their well-meaning efforts, but you simply weren't interested in pursuing romantic relationships. And so you decided to seek the assistance of Shinichiro, hoping that his chivalrous disposition would be enough to convince your friends to lay off.

You decided that for the cover to be believable, you would need to go on a date with Shinichiro before hard-launching him to your friends. You also made sure that he was comfortable with playing the role and that you had a good rapport, but you had no idea what to do for your very real fake date. However, Shinichiro took the matter in his own hands and insisted you did not have to move a single joint.

You and Shinichiro arrived at the cafe of the main deck in Tokyo Tower, which offered breathtaking views of the city's skyline. You were seated at a corner table, giving a clear view of the vast expanse of lights and skyscrapers. It was a dreamy and romantic setting, enhanced by delicate table settings and soft music playing in the background.

Shinichiro treated you to a multi-course meal, where you savored a selection of traditional Japanese food. They were exquisite and perfectly prepared, and you couldn't help but be impressed by Shinichiro's good taste. You talked about everything and anything, from your childhood memories to your ongoing endeavors. Shinichiro was a good listener and made sure to ask thoughtful questions, ensuring that the conversation flowed smoothly. You were honestly impressed by his openness and genuine interest in you, and you found yourself sharing things that she had never shared with anyone else before. The conversation was so engrossing that you lost track of time, and it felt as though you had been talking for hours.

However, the motorcycle race of his little brother's team, "Top of Manji," was an exhilarating experience. You marveled at the skill and precision of the racers as they raced around the track at high speeds. Shinichiro's passion for mechanics was palpable, and he explained the intricacies of the race in detail. You were moved by his enthusiasm and felt grateful to have had the opportunity to share in such a unique experience, and it was genuinely warm to listen to Shinichiro talk about something he really loved.

And so the day arrived and you invited your friends for dinner at a restaurant you and Shinichiro had found, a Japanese izakaya that you thought they would enjoy. You had made a reservation for a medium table in the middle of the restaurant, where you would be surrounded by the lively atmosphere. After greetings and pleasantries, you finally introduced your friends to Shinichiro, revealing that he was your new boyfriend. They were all visibly surprised by the revelation, but Shinichiro turned on his charm, making small talk and engaging in witty banter with your friends. He was so natural at it, making everyone feel comfortable and included. You couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for his presence and for the support he had shown you thus far.

Shinichiro was very affectionate towards you, making sure to pay attention to your needs and feelings. He cut your food, poured your drinks, and wiped the side of your lips. And as the evening wore on and the temperature dropped, he took off his jacket and casually offered it to you. It was relieving to see that your friends were starting to warm up to Shinichiro. They were impressed by his chivalry, intelligence, and sense of humor.

As the evening went on, she and Shinichiro grew more comfortable with each other, exchanging smiles and sharing inside jokes. Although your friends were initially skeptical about Shinichiro at first, however, as they spent more time with him, they began to see what she saw in him. They noticed his chivalrous nature and how he treated you with “love and respect”. They were impressed by his ability to hold a conversation and how engaging he was. They praised you for finding a good boyfriend and expressed their support for your relationship. This made you feel touched and felt grateful for their encouragement.

Shinchiro was an older man, but he carried himself with a youthful energy that was contagious. He had a kind heart and a charismatic smile, making it easy for you to feel at ease with him. He was a gentleman, always using polite language and good manners, but he also had a bit of mischief in him. He loved to make jokes and banter with you, and he always had a twinkle in his eye that made you smile. The dinner was a hit, and you were thrilled to see your friends enjoying themselves so much.

Maybe it was the fact that Shinichiro was older than the guys you previously dated and even older than yourself, but you actually enjoyed the extra attention and care that Shinichiro gave, as compared to your previous dates. You found yourself beginning to fantasize about having a real boyfriend like him, who would pamper and take care of you in the same way. It was a nice feeling to have someone who seemed to genuinely care about you, and you were grateful for the experience of dating him, even if it was just a temporary arrangement. Or will he allow it to remain that way?

Wakasa Imaushi | 36 | GYM OWNER | 5'3 | NONCHALANT

Wakasa Imaushi was the perfect person for your plan to win back your ex. He was charming, confident, and seemed to know how to treat a woman. Your plan was to make your ex jealous by spending time with Wakasa and having you paint a picture of a perfect couple.

He was impressed with your predictions on the whereabouts of your exes, and he was always ready to hop on your antics. Wakasa was a natural at billiards, while you considered yourself to be a bit of a novice. Despite this, he was patient with you and taught you the basics, guiding you through each shot. As you played, you stood closely together, with his hand on your back as he showed you how to grip the cue. As you finished up your game, you noticed your ex watching you from across the room, clearly jealous of the attention Wakasa was giving you. This only seemed to fuel Wakasa's desire to treat you like a princess, and up his game for your next “dates”.

As you waited outside your office building, you spotted Wakasa pulling up on a sports bike. It was obviously a labor of love for him, and it was clearly a statement piece— beautiful paint job, modifications, and powerful engines. He even got you your own helmet, and as you took a seat on the back of the bike, Wakasa revved the engine and took off down the road. You couldn't help but notice the looks of envy and jealousy from your ex-partner. You had always admired his bike, which was pretty decent, but Wakasa's was on another level. It was entirely his idea, knowing that it would take a hit on your ex’s ego. Which was right— he couldn't help but feel jealous of Wakasa and his newfound ability to make you happy and sent you a pretty petty text later on that day.

You eagerly showed Wakasa the text from your ex, and his reaction was everything you had hoped for. His expression turned into a proud smirk, and he leaned in closer to you as he read the text. You felt a sense of joy knowing that she had the upper hand in the situation and that your ex was feeling a sense of jealousy. No one could even see the two of you right now, but you were hanging out together in his gym, seemingly having a blast together. As part of your workout routine, Wakasa finds himself beginning to focus on helping you train, providing guidance and assistance as you lift weights. He was attentive and supportive, helping you with your form and demonstrating proper technique. Wakasa found himself enjoying the process and the feeling of coaching someone. You appreciated his guidance and support, and she felt a sense of satisfaction as you lifted heavier weights than you've ever had before…

“Don't fall in love with me, [ Y / N ]...” He made eye contact with you through the mirror as he held your waist. “Shut up.”

One particular day when you got off early at work, you and Wakasa found yourselves on a night out at his favorite drinking place, sipping drinks and enjoying each other's company. As they sat in the dimly lit bar, their conversation grew more intimate, personal, and playful, laughing and teasing each other. With the alcohol flowing, your inhibitions began to slip away, and before you knew it, you were locked in a deep, passionate kiss while you sat on his lap.

You were both surprised by the spontaneous kiss and felt your heart racing as you and Wakasa shared an intimate moment. “You’re making a mistake.” “Probably.” “Definitely…” You remained close together, not wanting to break apart just yet. The kiss was long and passionate, and it seemed to last forever. As you finally pulled away from each other, you both felt a sense of emptiness, wanting more of each other but unsure of what to do next.

As you woke up in Wakasa's place the next day, the reality of the previous night's events started to sink in. You realized that you had made a mistake in giving in to your urges, but at the same time, you couldn't help but want to continue doing it. You were hesitant at first, unsure of how to approach Wakasa about what happened, but you found herself drawn to him anyway. You knew that your relationship was still temporary and that you couldn't let your feelings get in the way of your agreement. Despite this, you found yourselves wanting to spend more time with him, both in your ruse and outside of it, all while pretending to Wakasa’s face that this still meant nothing.

It is certainly not common for a boyfriend-for-rent to give you a monthsary gift. Such gifts are typically given by a long-term romantic partner, or someone who is seeking a long-term relationship. Since the arrangement with Wakasa is meant to be temporary and was not originally intended to last longer than a few weeks or a months, it would not be expected for him to give you such a present. So you were surprised when Wakasa presented you with a small gift for your one-month anniversary. You were touched by the gesture, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt knowing that you shouldn't be developing feelings for him…

ㅤㅤthank you for renting our boyfriends! did you catch feelings? we don't care! as long as you come back to see them again ;)

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I Heart Subs ❤️ pt. 5

Thinking about the subs that absolutely need to cockwarm you, no matter what you were doing or what they were doing beforehand.

They need you to fill their mouth so that they can relax, maybe even let their mind go blank for a while. You ease your dick into their wet mouth and they hum around it, the feeling of something heavy — but not too heavy — on their tongue is bliss.

Your fingers absentmindedly play with their hair while you begin to relax too. The light scratching on their scalp lulls them even further into this wonderland that you share.

Alternatively...

They climb into your lap and beg to be your sweet little cockwarmer. Your beloved's bottom clothing is discarded before they slowly ease themselves down onto your length, taking the whole thing in with a deep sigh.

Their hole is warm and tight– and they soon relax. Muscles go slack while they lean back against your chest or, if they're facing you, they wrap their arms around your neck and doze off.

They need to feel you inside of them, warm and comforting, while they work. Or while you drape a blanket over your laps and watch tv, play a game, read, or do some other activity. The way you make them feel whole whenever you're connected like this becomes heaven.

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— HANMA, MIKEY, Wakasa, ALHAITHAM, Neuvillette, Wriothesley

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GINGERBREAD HOUSES

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ building gingerbread houses with the tr boys!!

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ if you guys want any other character included juat comment and i’ll add them!! happy late christmas <3

ABSOLUTELY DEVOURS : you would have never thought he would take this seriously, but he did. he prepares the frosting, asks you about where you want the candies to be put and what aesthetic you want to go for. he’s THE architect of gingerbread houses and trust, he will make that house the sturdiest one the earth has ever seen. don’t be fooled though, he’s still gonna dip his finger in that frosting and smudge it on your face, but not before he makes you happy by finishing the house.

➷｡ TAKEOMI , RAN, DRAKEN, CHIFUYU, INUPI, MITSUYA, KAKUCHO

tries his… best: he’s still sloppy with it, and the frosting melts until he understands what you want the house to look like, but he tries his best best — runs to put the melting frosting in the fridge in hopes of saving it, tries to be extra careful with his movements — but it all seems in vain. the house looks like an old shed that’s about to fall, but at least he made you laugh.

➷｡ BAJI, RINDOU, KOKO, HAKKAI, MOCHI, SHINICHIRO, ANGRY, IZANA, SANZU, KAZUTORA

doesn’t take it seriously… at all: he’s not being mean on purpose, but he really can’t fathom building that gingerbread house successfully. the gingerbread smells funky, you’ve left him the task of preparing the frosting which in all honesty was the worst idea ever — it’s sloppy, it’s clumpy— and he’s already eaten half of the candies you guys were supposed to use as decor while you’re exasperating on the floor, next to him. but he looks at you, smiling, and you burst out laughing, rolling on the carpet and he joins too and you’re both left a giggling mess.

➷｡ HANMA, MIKEY, WAKASA, SMILEY, SHION

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PFFFFFFFFFFT LOOK AT KISAKISJXHSISNDHDH

😭😭😭😭😭😭

[buccini555]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

★ You and Hanma would have to do some school activities at your home, but while you tried to stay focused on your studies, Hanma preferred to be there to tease you and take your concentration off your math tasks.

★ I m a g i n e s.ᐟ

★ 𝑭𝒕. Hanma Shuji

Homework is definitely not something that Hanma would do, despite that, unlike him, you maintained your academic life in an exemplary way and so in front of your study table you had been completing your homework for some time now, sitting in the chair below you, Hanma certainly wouldn't be there to help you study even if you were sitting on his lap at the moment while maintaining your concentration on studying mathematics, on the contrary, Shuji just watched you in total silence with a completely bored look while you were doing it some exercises and calculations, but at the same time, holding your waist firmly with his hands, he forced your hips against his lap at the same time you were still trying to concentrate on solving some mathematical problems, so all your concentration went to few disappearing as Hanma made your body shiver with gentle but firm touches in your belly, under the thin fabric of your skirt, you could feel how "focused" he was at the moment when he at least tried to relieve all that tension by holding you against him.

"Oh? I don't have much patience to wait, in fact, I didn't even want to be waiting." He smirked, shaking his head impatiently, sliding his hands down, holding your thighs and subtly caressing them from bottom to top, eager to see your finish the tasks he was trying to complete.

☆ extreme sexual tension, fem! masturbation mention, fingering, petnames (princess, baby, babygirl), unprotected sex, strong words, submission (reader) not mentioned directly, mention of creampie and pregnancy at the end and I think that's it...

"I won't take long to finish the activities, Hanma, in fact, you should do yours, don't you think about this?" As you "adjusted" yourself on the boy's lap to tease him even more, you said, as you spoke, Hanma's breathing became more deep, making you sure that he would no longer have so much patience in waiting for you to finish studying to start telling you what he was feeling at the moment.

"You're so impatient, Hanma..." You continued studying, ignoring him for a moment, however, not for long, as he made you distracted as his hand traveled down the entire part of your thigh, approaching your crotch and giving you a shiver.

"I'm being patient with you now, if I was that impatient, I'd already be doing what I want to do, baby." Squeezing your leg, he laughed, saying shortly afterwards with the intention of teasing you even more.

"H-hanma... What do you want?" You I questioned in a whisper accompanied by a long sigh, feeling him get closer to your pussy little by little, you moved slowly, staying closer to him while going through the pages of your notebook to solve the next activity.

"Hmm? What's up, princess? I just want to play with you." Hanma stated right after while keeping his hands on you.

"I need to study, baby." Flipping the page of your notebook again, you made your speech, trying to dedicate yourself to studying again even though you were completely excited and felt pressure in your cunt with each of Hanma's touches.

"You can continue studying, I don't want to disturb you, I just... I just want to have some fun with you on my lap, babygirl." He responded in a serious tone, squeezing the inner part of your thigh again and making your breathing begin to become a bit deep.

"God, H-hanma! You always get what you want..." In a low tone, you delivered your line, scolding him.

"Oh, yeah? You know I'm really into you now, don't you? So let me fuck it." Hanma slowly began to touch you while you still remained determined to stay focused on your studies, first, the touches started over your school skirt, then your underwear, at that point concentrating was practically impossible since everything you could feel the same pressure becoming more intense in your pussy, which was already wet, so he held you again, lifting your hips enough to remove your panties, underneath your skirt, Hanma used his fingers on your intimacy masturbating you while you closed your legs.

"Hanma! S-stop... You've already enjoyed it enough." You scolded him again, even though all you wanted at that moment was for him to continue.

"Who let you close your legs for me? Have you lost fucking respect for me, girl?" He spoke without seeming to be joking, making you open your legs again, already impatient, he touched you again, this time more aggressively, Hanma didn't mind using his fingers on your clit and he did so, he liked it, stick their fingers in you, already who was practically addicted to how tight you could be. "Y-yes, cum for me, be a good girl and obey me, babe. Forget those stupid math exercises right now." By going even deeper into your cunt and making you moan. "I want to hear you moan for me, c'mon, baby." He said even more excited by your sweet moans.

"I-I'm almost done, Hanma! Can't you go some time without thinking about sex?" Trying to hold back your own moans by placing your hand under your mouth, you said, panting at the same time asand Hanma continued to masturbate you. "Mmmm... I'm not, let me continue, please, my princess, I'm being good with you." In a low tone, he spoke with a trembling voice, making you start to feel sorry for leaving him waiting as you could feel his dick becoming more and more hard between your legs.

You ignored him again, knowing that it would only make him more determined to fuck you at that moment. "Mm, fuck it, d-damn, H-hanma... D-don't stop." You exclaimed, he didn't stop touching your pussy and with the other hand squeezing your tits, making you no longer able to hide how pleasurable it had become.

"Y-yeah, baby, you look so fucking hot in that short skirt, your body... Y-you... fuck babe, you drive me crazy." He kissed your neck from behind, still intensifying the touch in the way he continued masturbating you until you wet his fingers enough for your liquid to flow, which wouldn't take long to happen. "K-keep it going, please, I-I won't to hold on much longer like this, H-hanma... P-please don't stop." The taller one definitely knew what he was doing, making you moan more and more loudly. "That's it, c'mon, I'm not even starting yet." He responded, feeling the pleasure in your breathless voice at the same time you fell apart in his hand.

"Argh, you're not going to leave me alone until I let you fuck me, is not it, Hanma?" Holding his hand close to you, you questioned him in a teasing tone.

"Ah..." Hanma smiled again when he saw that you wouldn't resist for long. "...I won't leave you alone until I see you begging me to stop fucking you." He responded right away.

"C-continue." You dropped the pen with your shaking hands, leaving your activities aside for a moment.

"I will." Hanma made you face down under the table, lifting your skirt while unzipping your own pants, leaving his dick visible.

"Be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want to have to punish you..." The boy said again, running his dick through your wet cunt making you feel how excited he was before placing it in you.

"...I-I'll be a good girl, P-please, Hanma." His words made you even more needy in the moment and he truly wasn’t going to stop until you couldn’t take it anymore. "P-please, Hanma, be kind to me?" You asked, looking back with a shy smile as you showed off to the boy.

"Beg me, c'mon, my beautiful princess." Hanma isn't very delicate in these situations, so he didn't wait long to start fucking you as he wanted, thrusting into you fast and hard. "Fuck, B-baby, you're so fucking tight." Shuji pulled your hair back with one hand while he held your wrists with the other, the thrusts became increasingly stronger making your legs tremble and lose strength as you felt how pleasurable it was to be fucked by him. "I-I'm yours, fuck it, y-yeah!" As your pussy was fucked with more and more strength, amidst your insistent moans you stated. "Y-you're mine, you're so hot.. Damn, I love fucking you." He stated right away while biting his own lip.

"Look at me, now." After a while, he made you turn around, Hanma picked you up again and put you on the table again. "I told you to fucking look at me!" He kissed you with the tongue right after while holding your neck and continuing to thrust into you."Y-you're being a great girl, lil bitch, ask me to fuck you more, go, right now." He kissed you and pulled your hair again, making sure to hear you moaning his name and continuing to fuck you until you had an orgasm. "H-hanma, I-I can't... I can't take it anymore, I-" Hanma placed his hand over your mouth, making you shut up immediately. "I told you I wouldn't stop anytime soon, you better obey me and let me finish." He said immediately, looking at you with a serious look, paying attention to your flushed face. "This tight pussy is killing me, damn it..." Your cunt leaked as he put more pressure on it, the boy didn't mind going deeper every time he felt your body tremble.

"If you keep going like this I'm going to end up filling you up... Mmm." He wasn't far from reaching his peak, for that reason, he continued increasing the speed of his thrusts while making you tremble, he went deeper and deeper while enjoying your hot and wet intimacy squeezing his fat cock. "S-stop, stop being stupid, Hanma." You exclaimed immediately. "What's up, babygirl? Don't you want to have a baby with me?" He laughed mockingly, still doing everything he could to provoke you and you remained silent trying to look at him with a disapproving look at the same time that you couldn't take it anymore how pleasurable it was to enjoy every inch of him inside you since he was going faster and faster and finally, before finally reaching your limit, he withdrew from inside you, pouring all that cum onto your thigh at the same time as he pulled you into a kiss again.

"Now you can go back to studying." In a brief pause while you sealed your lips, he said maintaining the same mocking tone, then Hanma cleaned up all the mess he made and even organized your materials, still trying hard to help you solve the exercises that remained to be solved.

[foern]

Obsessive

What kind of obsessive the TR boys are

Ft. Hanma, Mikey, Mitsuya, & Ran

Word Count: 600

A/N: Just had an idea from a real life situation that just happened to me. Not proof read (I will go back later and edit some). 

[ Hanma ] 

He’s the type of obsessive where he always needs to be touching you and with you/know where you are

He always needs to be touching you, but not in a sexual way

More like a possessive way

And mixed with his possessiveness, this mf is clingy af

His arm is either around your shoulders, on your thigh, or resting on your lower back

If you are laying down, this man is fully lying on top of you

Need to pee? Good luck cause he isn’t moving

Also, he needs to know where you are 24/7

Even if you are just running to the gas station for a snack, you better let him know

Part of the reason is because he knows you could be put in danger because of his life style

But in reality, he’s just obsessive

If you don’t tell him, expect your phone to blow up

Most of the time though, if you are going somewhere he’ll just tag along as well, just in case 

[ Mikey ] 

He’s the same type of obsessive as Hanma, just toned back a bit

This mf is clingy af, more so than Hanma but equally as annoying

It could be hand holding, locking pinkies, or simply laying on top of you, it just brings him comfort to have you close

He is with you 24/7 (other than Toman stuff or hanging out with Draken)

He can and will drop anything for you

He was about to go hang out with his friends? Oh sorry, my girlfriend just called, I got to go

Will 100% expect you to do the same for him though

When you two are hanging out, it is most likely in the comfort of one of your homes

On the rare occasion you aren’t, he is extremely jealous over everything

If a guy approaches you, or even looks at you, he is giving him death stares

He wouldn’t actually confront someone unless they are making you uncomfortable, but he sometimes wishes he would

After the person goes away, expect him to be 1000 times clingier than before if that is even possible 

[ Mitsuya ] 

Obsessive over your looks

If you dress yourself he will make you do an outfit check

But most of the time he is the one dressing you he just thinks you have bad style tbh

Not clingy like the rest on the list

But he will constantly be staring at you 

You could be doing the most mundane thing, and then look over and see this boy staring at you with heart eyes

Not in a creepy way though, just admiring what's his

He would also be the type to keep his hand on the small of your back or your thigh

[ Ran ] 

Obsessive over everything you do or say, and jealous

Another one where if a guy even so much as looked at you, he would get jealous

Needs you around him 24/7

He brings you everywhere with him, even if you don’t want to kidnapping

Also obsesses over your looks

Will stare at you

But unlike Mitsuya you can’t really tell if it’s a good stare or a bad stare

Would like to keep his hand on the small of your back like Mitsuya as well (just enough to show you your his)

[y-umiko]

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU ASK 'HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE ME?'

CHARACTER(S): Hanma . Kokonoi . Kisaki . Inui . Mikey

WARNING/S:

Shuji Hanma

Hanma stares at you. squinting his eyes at you to analyze your reaction, thinking if this was another one of your 'couple test questions' that don't seem to have a correct answer. nonetheless, he answered you.

"enough to help you hide a body" he answered nonchalantly like it was the most normal thing to do. casually lighting a cigarette as he huffs a puff of smoke, a smirk creeping on his lips. "If you ever need a body disposed of, you can trust me"

should you even be flattered?

you sweatdrop at his answer, but you'll probably be more surprised if he answered something cheesy, after all, you're talking to Shuji Hanma. the man who seems to have no romanic bone exist within him.

"well, that's…reassuring?…I guess"

you blandly answered earning a heartful chuckle from Hanma as he gently pulled you down on his lap, the smell of smoke engulfing your scent of smell.

"I love you enough that I'll make sure you never have to experience something bad like that, you can give me all the bad stuff"

Hajime Kokonoi

Kokonoi momentarily stops in his tracks, pondering on your abrupt question. lately, your ridiculous questions know no place and time. when he's in the bathroom, during the meeting, and even when dining. but despite that, he gives you an answer every time.

"I love you as much as the balance on my credit card" he nonchalantly replied, not even bothering to look up from his paperwork.

"so your love for me can be measured by monetary value?" your statement sounded like a question, an unknowing disappointed tone laced with it.

Kokonoi finally lifted his eyes to look at you pouting on the couch, he swears sometimes he wonders how much patience he had when it comes to you.

"Darling" he called, gaining your attention only to meet his amused eyes, "My card has no limit"

rich smooth bastard

Tetta Kisaki

Much like Kokonoi Kisaki didn't even bother to take his eyes away from paperwork, maybe asking you to wait for him while he finishes work was a bad idea. but despite the distraction you give, he gives you a logical and concrete answer to every question.

"not enough to do whatever it is you want me to do" he casually answered, continuing to scribble whatever it is he was doing on his paperwork.

you huffed in disappointment, expecting him to give you something romantic or cheesy answer. nonetheless, you can't help but chuckle at his serious answer. "what would you have done if I wanted you to marry me?"

"Then I'll say yes" he answered in a heartbeat, immediately dropping his pen to peek at your reddening face. that you got taken aback.

"Was that what you were going to ask me?" he asked with all seriousness, a glint in his eyes as he pushed up his glasses with his finger.

you gulp nervously, "No…I was going to ask you to stop working and spend more time with me"

he smirks, "that can be arranged"

"and then maybe we can talk about that marriage, you were talking about"

Seishu Inui

Inui was confused, a look of confusion directed at you and your abrupt question. "I don't understand you're question, are you asking me if I love you? If you do then Yes, I love you more than anything"

you huff out a laugh, "And I love you too, what I was asking is what's the extent of what you will do for me out of love?"

Inui pause in ponder, "hmm…I'll do anything for you"

a hope flickers for you, as you quickly followed up with your question, "Enough that you'll wear Chifuyu's personally designed t-shirt?"

"I'm willing to do any reasonable thing for you" he replied without hesitation to correct his previous statement.

"I love you, but I'll never wear something as lame as that"

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano

"A lot"

Mikey didn't even need a second to answer your question, of course, he loves you a lot, no doubt. the question was too easy for him to answer, good thing you came prepared.

"let me rephrase my question" you huff as Mikey clings to you, hugging you tightly in his arms as if to tell you that you're the most important person to him. "do you love me more than Toman?"

"I can dissolve Toman if it meant being with you" his answer was instant because Mikey was confident that he loves you more than anything in this world.

"Do you love me more than Draken?" you innocently asked to which Mikey confidently answered like it was the most obvious answer. a resounding, "of course"

you smirk, "More than your snacks?"

he blinks a few times, processing your words "…yes"

"you hesitated!"

"Maybe we can compromise?"

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Midnight Snack

You catch Shuji's eye in the library at uni and he absolutely must take you out.

Just some shuji fluff for the dash. He's a little weird here sorry lmao. Reader is grumpy and tired. Unproofread.

Shuji can't get enough of you. He has a nasty (though endearing) habit of staring.

It's actually how you met.

In the library at uni, trying to get away from noisy roommates and distractions, you sat yourself in a gloomy corner, eyes hazy and unfocused on the article you were "reading."

Until movement caught your eye.

You don't see him at first, the playful fuck. He ducks behind a DiffyQ textbook that, looking back, definitely isn't his. You pay no mind. Whatever. Let the motherfucker stare, you've got shit due tonight. It's not like you're unaccustomed to annoying attention from men and their "you'd look so much better if you smiled" bullshit.

Fuck. You got yourself in a mood now.

Like clockwork, a tuft of grown-out bleached hair and a pair of golden eyes peeks out hoping to catch yours without detection. You snap in his directions and he ducks again. You swear to God you hear a giggle and the rustling thud of a heel knocking into a limb.

When you look, no, glare back, the decoy textbook is down and he's smiling, wide and goofy (and rubbing his shin). You raise a brow and go back to your work, fruitlessly, because he takes the acknowledgement as an invitation. Before you know it hes dragging a heavy wooden chair loudly and sitting across from you.

He's tall. He's huge, really. He's objectively rather gorgeous with a nice jawline and lively eyes that study you, like you're the only thing, even in a building full of decades and decades of knowledge, worth studying.

"Can I fucking help you?"

"i think you can."

"I've got a deadline in 2 hours, make it quick."

"Let me take you for a late night meal. A reward for finishing your....school thing." You almost want to laugh. School thing? Does he even go here? He must sense the shift in mood and it further boosts his confidence. "Come on," he lets the word wobble like a kid pushing their luck, "you're the coolest girl in this place, let me show you a good time."

You can't place it exactly, maybe it's in the wiggle of his eyebrows or the groan of secondhand embarrassment from his friend not far away, but you get a relatively innocent vibe. You turn him away with a terse, maybe and watch as he wanders back to his friend, bounce in his step and high on premature victory.

His gaze isn't as heavy for the duration of your time there. He busies himself with doodles in the margins of Kisaki's work that he thought was math, but maybe is actually Greek; Shuji doesn't care. He's got an absolute beauty on his mind.

He's enraptured by her. Her focused scowl and the way her eyes narrow at the screen. The way her lips purse around the straw of what once was probably iced coffee. The art in her skin that he can see until the aircon kicks on and she puts another layer back on. Shuji is reminded in that moment that he hates the cold so, so much, and even more now that it's stolen away a part of the art he'd been admiring.

He huffs and loses himself if scribbling whatever comes to mind to kill time. He misses you packing your things quietly, work completed just before the deadline and he jumps to cover his scribbles when you clear your throat.

"I'm hungry."

"Hi hungry, I'm Hanma."

You groan, "Actually I'm leaving."

"Come on it was funny!"

"Are you twelve?"

You bicker with the cute giant the whole way out of the library with a smile tugging at your lips. You'd seen the scribbles, he wasn't slick.

Variations of, "God she's kind of insanely pretty. No seriously she's so pretty" up and down the margins. This guy was kind of embarrassing, silly, a wildcard, and well, those are the best people to eat fast food with at 11:59 pm.

It's the first of many midnight snacks.

Yeah that's right bitch this one's for you @sin-and-punishment shuji is down bad for you and I will not be told otherwise.

[violetdrkside]

Sin and Punishment

Hanma Shuji x femreader

Tags: Hanma, he’s a menace and red flag, hair pulling, being slightly rough.

A/N: just another small Drabble I have in my phone that I thought I should share…

“Hanma-san…” you whispered.

“Mhhhm? Why the formalities?” He smirked. His gloved hand gripping your chin a little harder pulling your face up as much as it could go as he leans forward making sure your lips were close enough that they didn’t touch. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips and oh how you craved for more. Your fingers trying to grip onto something, but they can barely move as your arms were pinned behind your back against Hanma’s abdomen. His other arm wrapping tighter around your waist pushing you as close to his body as possible.

“What’s funny is I remember you saying my name countless times…at night…in the morning…as you lay in my bed… You know…” his voice dropping low, and if you were in crowd you would be the only one to hear him.

“One of my favorite things is hearing your pretty little voice say my name over and over. It really gets me going…my pet.” His lips only slightly brushing against yours. You try and contain the sigh stuck in your chest, grasping what composure you can because the moment Hanma sees you starting to wear down, he will not let you go.

“Why are you holding back, mhm? We both enjoy to sin, and enjoy it more when there is punishment involved…so let go…and we can both have our fun,” Hanma says as moves his hand from your chin to the back of your head, fingers grasping through your hair at the scalp pulling, the pressure stinging slightly, but forgotten as he presses a kiss to your lips and his other hand sliding back down to your clothed crotch to continue what he already started.

[enassbraid]

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 !

-> He’s tough, but can he stay that tough when it’s just him and his beloved?

Ft. Shuji Hanma and Rindou Haitani

Cw) cursing, reader is called crazy once in hanma’s part, mentioned murder in rindou’s, ran’s a little shit, throwing my Rindou Neon Genesis Evangelion enjoyer headcanon in here, kinda corny ngl!!!

: ̗̀➛Hanma

Hanma Shuji should be incapable of loving someone. At least, that’s what anyone who’s met him believes.

Unhinged, violent, cruel, and ruthless. Any word that’s similar to crazy fits Hanma like a puzzle piece. Simply imagining him in a healthy relationship seemed otherworldly.

And yet somehow, there was someone crazy enough to see past all his flaws.

It was bewildering to watch it all unfold. The Hanma Shuji treating someone with humanity and pure respect, without any ulterior motives? Impossible. Was this the same Hanma in the delinquent world?

Apparently it was.

Of course, Hanma kept his cold exterior in public. But he still showed affection with little things, like giving you his jacket in the cold. And if it wasn’t too crowded- he’d more than likely hold your hand.

They were little things, but they baffled everyone around him.

Everyone but you.

This was the Hanma you knew, your Shuji.

You weren’t oblivious to who he was outside of you, it’d take a real fool to be unaware of that side of him. But did that side of him really matter when it wasn’t the one he treated you with?

To say you were worried on some nights he came home late would be an understatement. Yet the second you hear a knock on your door, all you fear washes away and is replaced with hope, rushing to the peephole to check who it is.

And there he is- standing there with that sly grin of his. You waste no time in opening the door for your boyfriend, not a millisecond.

“Shu!” You say, a smile creeping onto your face. But seeing him up close makes it impossible to miss the bruises scattered across his face and knuckles- one more noticeable than the other. “Another fight I see?”

“You know me babe. You gonna let me in, or nah?” You move to the side, allowing him to enter. He looks around for a moment, as if he was taking in a place he’s never seen before. “Somethings different.” He concludes.

“Different? You were here this morning, nothing changed since then.” You rolled your eyes playfully, but Hanma was seriously trying to spot a difference.

“Nope, there’s a difference…”

The way he’s continuously turning his head and squinting in certain directions almost makes him look… funny. If someone who’s never heard of Hanma walked through the door right now, the last thing they’d assume he is would be a delinquent.

For some reason, that made you feel warm and fuzzy.

“I got it, it’s a candle, isn’t it?” The way his eyes light up at the realization makes you giggle. “Pumpkin donuts. I got it last Halloween, but never used it.”

“You mean we got it last Halloween.” He corrected.

“Well who paid for it?”

“You may have paid for it, but I picked it out.”

You stared at each other for a moment, only to break out into a fit of laughter. “Okay- okay. Fine… the candle we got last Halloween.” You giggle.

“That’s better!” He chuckled obnoxiously.

That warm fuzzy feeling in your chest got stronger, and it was only then you realized what it was.

Only you get to see this side of Shuji.

No one else gets to see the relaxed, funny, friendly side of him. It’s a side that’s reserved for you and you alone.

You could stay like this forever, you think. Just standing here watching Hanma genuinely smile and laugh was more than enough to keep you happy.

“Say, you gonna let me treat those wounds of yours this time? Or are you gonna say-“ “A few bruises never hurt me baby. I can sleep it off.” He cut you off with the same old excuse.

“You stubborn little…”

“Ah ah ah, I may be a stubborn little asshole, but…”“you’re my stubborn little asshole.” You finished his sentence for him, a grin making its way onto his face.

Despite your boyfriend’s reluctance, you still treated his wounds. The last time he came home like this he refused to let you help- and you weren’t letting him get away this time.

As much as he complained, saying he was a ‘grown man and didn’t need treatment for bruises’, he enjoyed every bit of it.

As long as it was you taking care of him, he really didn’t mind.

: ̗̀➛Rindou

It was no secret the Haitani brothers were utterly ruthless.

Just before they were teenagers, they already killed a man. Although Ran will insist the kill was just his, anyone else will say they both killed that guy.

But hey, at least they have some fucking charisma. Otherwise they’d be the most insufferable pair known to man. Not only that, but the younger Haitani might not have been able to score the best possible lover for him without that charisma.

Someone who balances him out perfectly.

Ran couldn’t believe it. Sure, the brothers were attractive. Everyone knew that. But you’d have to be real crazy to wanna stick around them after seeing just how unhinged they can be.

Yet somehow, the younger Haitani found someone who was perfectly sane.

“How the hell did you bag someone like them?” Ran whisper shouted in the kitchen, keeping it down knowing you weren’t too far away in the living room.

“Just how deranged do you think I am? I’m much more normal than you y’know.” Ran scoffed at Rindou’s comment, refusing to swallow his pride. “You know what I mean! They’re so… nice. And stunning? Are you paying them?” The younger rolled his eyes.

Sure, maybe you were out of his league by a long shot. But was it really that hard to believe his and yours relationship is a real one? He grumbled as he made his way back to the sofa with snacks for you and him.

“Oh, thanks Rin. You really didn’t have to…” you smiled, and Rindou could feel his cheeks heating up at the sight.

“It was no problem… uh- what movie did you wanna watch?” He asked politely. Ran almost spit his drink out, did his ears deceive him?

“What about The End of Evangelion? I never got a chance to watch it when it came out.” You knew Rindou enjoyed the Evangelion anime, and wanted to get into it more so you two could talk about it without him insisting ‘not wanting to spoil it for you.’

“End of Evangelion it is… I think this is my eighth time watching it.” He chuckled.

“Twelfth, actually.” His older brother corrected him, seemingly appearing out of no where. Rindou groaned in annoyance. Didn’t he tell Ran to leave you two be for tonight?

“Oh, hi Ran!” You greeted. “Hi (Name)! See, Rin? It’s not so hard to greet me, you’re lover right there can do it just fine.” He taunted, watching the way Rindou’s eyes twitched in annoyance with amusement.

“What’d ya want from me?” He groaned.

“Your s/o right there.”

“Excuse me?” He almost yelled, but held back in fear of scaring you off.

“Not like that, man.” Ran laughed. Rindou probably would have ignored it… if it weren’t for the fact you were laughing with him.

It pissed him off. Here he was, trying to have a nice movie night with his s/o. Only to have his brother come in and intrude. “Are you done yet?”

“You tell me. Are you done playing prince charming yet?” You laughed even harder. The two brothers were going back and forth in front of you, and you couldn’t take either of them seriously.

“Whatever, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone now.” The elder waved you two off as he returned to his room, leaving you and Rindou in an… odd… silence.

“About what he said-“

“I don’t think you’re faking anything right now, Rin.” You beat him to it, he thought.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m faking anything.” He started, taking a breath. “Everything I say and do I mean, you’re the only person I’ll ever soften up around.” He finished, shyly looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“I wouldn’t be lying if I said I didn’t like the special treatment.” You giggled.

“Yeah, you better.” He said teasingly, before looking back at the TV screen.

“So about the movie…”

“You wanna watch it for a twelfth time?” You asked, shocked that he’s not sick of it yet.

“My twelfth time, your first.” He chuckled, hitting the play button.

Instead, it was your first time half watching it, as you and Rindou ended up falling asleep halfway through. But who could blame you? Your bound to feel so relaxed in sleepy when basking in someone you love’s arms.

Ran made sure to take a picture before you two woke up, just to tease Rindou about it fir god knows how long.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I Heart Subs ❤️

Beautiful subby boys on their knees, tilting their head up and gazing at you with the most vulnerable look behind their glossy eyes as they manage to spit out a shaky

“Call me your good boy again...please?”

You grab their chin gently and ask them what they're willing to do to earn that privilege and they desperately stammer out, “Please, I'll do whatever you want! Use me, break me, I don't care just– Call me your good boy again!!”

Their breath hitches as your thumb slips into their open mouth, pressing down on the flat of their tongue while you chuckle at their desperation. Kicking their legs apart even wider, your foot slides in between and presses against their arousal. You grab the back of their head and push them forward a bit, hinting at what their next move should be

As they eagerly hump your leg a wet spot grows on their underwear, soaking through the fabric. With all the sincerity in the world you coo, “Good boy” and they cum on the spot

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— HANMA, INUI, HAKKAI, KAZUTORA, SHINICHIRO, FREMINET, Scaramouche, Xiao

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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."

[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 😭