#yandere hanma shuji x reader

[macsimagines]

Can we have headcanons for yandere Bonten hanma, ran and sanzu who's girlfriends like to sit in their laps and play with their hair? (Maybe a touch of NSFW PLS)

Thank you!

Last one because I think this is has been in my ask box for a fewdays and I want to make sure to do things on a first come first serve basis.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, NSFW

Yandere!Hanma Shuji

Indulges in it once in awhile, but only if you two are in private. He does love to be serviced by you but he doesn't want you doing anything in front of anyone and making him look weak.

Big on his image in front of his underlings. But when you're alone, and you got on that itty bitty skirt you know he loves, the one that hikes up just the right way when you straddle his lap and he gets a peak of those pretty panties you've got on, he'll let you do whatever you want.

The way your fingers massage his scalp while hes cupping your ass and sin and punishment making sure to grab a good handful, makes him feel like hes in heaven.

Probably sucks a few hickies onto your collarbone, enjoys the soft mewls he'll get in response, and the feeling of you grinding down on him.

"You got on top, baby. What did you think was going to happen?" He'll smile, loosening his tie and leaning back, "C'mon, don't stop now. Put on a show for Daddy."

And you pout those pretty lips at him, but do relent to his demands, slowly unbuttoning your own top... Playing with Hanma's hair is basically an invite to let him play with you too.

Yandere!Ran Haitani

You better be wifey if you're going to play with his hair. He takes very good care of it and is EXTREMELY particular about his do, boo~.

BUT if you are someone who is blessed with the honor of playing with that luxurious head of hair, then be prepared because.... he's going to pass the fuck out.

I know you probably wanted something sexy but he's the type of guy to put his face on your chest and just sleep while you braid away at his hair or brush it back with your fingers.

He doesn't even like it when you pull on it during sex. That cut was expensive and he doesn't need you mucking it up.

BUT, on some days when he manages to not pass out and you're massaging away at his temple with his face planted firmly in your boobs, he'll probably moan out a few; "Right there, baby," or maybe "Just a lil'more sweetheart."

Might thank you later for the good head massage with one of his own, albeit a massage that primarily focuses on your ass more than anything.

"You like to play with my hair, and I like to play with your ass. It's only fair right?"

Yandere!Sanzu Haruchiyo

Probably makes you do it. Like maybe the drugs aren't hitting right, and he's feeling a little off, maybe he needs some love and someone to calm his nerves down.

So he'll just pick you up and plop you right down onto his lap and hide his face in the crook of your neck. "Make the headache go away, baby."

And you'll work your magic fingers and soothe the thumping in this poor baby's (absolutefuckingmenance) brain. All the while whispering something like; "My strong man, needs a break huh?"

Of course he'll nod and wrap his arms around you milking your love and attention for all its worth. Then when its over he's back to being a total douche.

Will put on hand under your skirt and the other one is probably pulling at your shirt, trying to keep you from leaving. "Don't be like that, baby~ I just wanna thank ya fer takin' such good care of me~"

"S-Sanzu! I was only trying to help! Quit gettin' handsy!" But he's already got his fingers hooked in your panties and is licking away at your neck where he knows you're sensitive.

"It's happenin', Y/N. Stop bein' so pietist, and let me at them tits, sweetheart."

[sk3tch404]

Normalize drawing what u enjoy

This is canonically how he got into photography /j

Am I blanchin girl we blanchin, I live up Inna mansion 💃💞🗣

[baby-tini]

Hanma and Ran with hyper feminine gf?🤭

Hanma would be very interested in someone like this simply because it's right up his alley, he likes a good girl who dresses all pretty, especially if it's for him. He's also really enthralled with the sex appeal that you radiate, it's one of the first things that caught his attention. He's also super into the pretty clothes that you tend too wear, especially the short skirts, he gets a nice eyefull when you bend over and pick something up. He also really doesn't mind when you push up against him because you want something from him, he finds it a little cute that push your tits in his face as your glossy lips form into and you plead with him for a new pretty expensive dress that you've been wanting for so long.

This would be a perfect fit for Ran because he's also into things that are seen as feminine, like his hair care for example. He takes great pride in how pretty his hair is and he finds enjoyment in doing your hair and taking care of it, especially if it's long and pretty. He loves watching you prance around in heels and he is honestly flabbergasted when you start running in them, he actually becomes quite tense, afraid that you'll break an ankle or something. He adores that he gets too come home too find a home cooked meal, he genuinely appreciates it especially because of how stressful his work can be. It's a very physical job after all and when you douse his bruised, bloody hands in fresh, nicely-smelling hand creams he's just in pure heaven.

[ivrxquack]

Lame, okay.

Toxic! Tokyo revenger headcannons

(Back in my Tokyo revenger era 😭)

Mikey

Too clingy.

Acts like you’re his life support…literally.

One time you woke up in the middle of the night to get water, you were gone for about 5 minutes and in that short time Mikey was able to have a full blown panic attack.

“Y/N, where did you go?” He whined as you sighed shaking your head going to hug him, as he wiped his tears on your pajamas. “Mikey, I just went to the kitchen it’s ok.” You said as he rubbed his cheek against yours, pulling you back into bed with him burying his face in your chest mumbling about how you should never leave his side again.

Every time you guys go in public like the store, mall, out to eat or anything like that he has a death grip on you. You’re always to hesitant to tell him that it feels like you’re hand is about to snap due to his unnecessary grip.

The first red flag in the relationship was in the first few weeks of dating. You and an old guy friend spotted each other at the park you two were at, you didn’t realize it but Mikey was shaking like a mad man his eyes wide and full of rage. Mikey, didn’t want to beat him to death especially infront of you so he “politely” excused himself from the situation.He was gone for about 30 minutes you and your friend were only talking for about 5 or 7 minutes, you couldn’t believe what he said he was doing when you asked him about it.

“Mikey!? Where did you go!?” You asked spotting him sitting by the lake throwing pieces of bread, “I was feeding the ducks!!” He said smiling widely hoping you wouldn’t notice the giant hole in the tree beside you with blood stains on it. You’ve thought about breaking up with him but he’s honestly so sweet to you, so you’ll learn to deal with his behavior but it naturally will get old soon.

Baji

Very very very overprotective.

“Babe, I don’t think you should be around here.” Baji said holding onto your arm pressing your body against yours, as you two walked around downtown which was surprisingly kind of empty. “Baji, my aunt needs these” You said holding the bag of different medicines your aunt lived in one of the neighborhoods downtown.

“Yea, ok.” Baji said rolling his eyes hardly as you two turned a corner to see a homeless man “ma’am..do you perhaps have some money?” He asked as Baji’s guard was immediately up. “No, get lost” Baji said tugging you away from him only for to you push him away, as you pulled your wallet out and handing the homeless man a few dollars. Baji couldn’t believe his eyes and before you could even blink the homeless man was knocked out on the ground, Baji standing on his head.

What the fuck?!” You said pushing Baji off him. “Sorry…..I thought he was about to punch you.” Baji said as you stared at the poor man before tucking the money in his coat pocket, and storming off making sure to give your boyfriend a lethal death glare.

He’s like your own attack dog if you were crazy enough and ordered him to fight someone for you, he definitely would and wouldn’t stop until they couldn’t walk. He doesn’t care if it’s a old man, old lady, kid, girl, woman, boy, man, cat, rat, bat he’ll fight them cause he’ll do anything to protect you!

“Y/N, why are you crying?” Baji asked rushing up to you as you fell into his strong arms sobbing. “A-Abby” he heard you whisper as his adrenaline started to race(idk if I worded that right). Abby was your bully who so happened to have a “crush” on Baji, she had been so rude to you at work normally you would ignore her but today…she really got under your skin. After calming you down and making you a big comfy spot on the couch, Baji said he was going to go get your favorite snacks.

Later that night you and Baji were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Baji was half asleep laying his head on your lap, as your phone dinged from an unknown number You hesitantly clicked it. What you saw made your jaw drop it was Abby getting jumped by 4 guys. “What the freak” you muttered quickly deleting and blocking the number throwing your phone across the room onto a different couch.

Completely unaware of the wicked smile on Baji’s face.

Mistuya

He babies/ enables you.

He has child proofed certain things in the house.

“Mistuya, are you serious.” You said in disbelief as you stared at the plastic knifes and forks in the drawer. “Safety first!” Mistuya said patting your head as you saw him put the actual knifes and forks into a drawer with a lock on it. You felt more like one of his little sisters then girlfriend, sure he was the definition of perfect but damn. You wished he’d understand that you could do most things by yourself.

“Oh, your shoes are untied, here let me get that for you.” Mistuya said as you two stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, he smiled at you softly patting his knee gesturing for you to put your foot up.

“I can do it myself!” You bending down as you quickly tried to tie your shoes somehow tangling the string. “Come on don’t be silly, you still do bunny ears!” Mistuya said bending down pushing your hands away as you watched his cute little delicate hands undid the strings.

Sometimes without knowing he would embarrass you especially infront of his friends. “Remember that one time you tripped on the baby gate? I had to put up cause you’re so clumsy” Mistuya asked laughing as Mikey and draken started to laugh at you. “Baby gates? I didnt know Y/n was a toddler!” Mikey teased as Mistuya chuckled but quickly stopped seeing the way you were staring at him like you wanted to murder him.

Despite the fact you always check him on what he does, and how much he apologizes and promises not to do it again he obviously still keeps doing it.

But at the end of the day he’s still YOUR man so you can’t say too much since you’re choosing to date him!

Hakkai

Wayyyyy to obsessed with you.

At first you thought it was adorable how often he checked up on, how often he hung out with you, how often he was thinking and talking about you. Until it became weird and weirder.

“There’s motion at your front door.” The notification on your phone said as you sat up out of your bed, checking the camera to see two big indigo eyes peering into the camera scaring you to death. “Y/N, its me Hakkai” Your boyfriends soft voice said as he revealed his jaw dropping stunning gorjus smile. You quickly rushed downstairs and let him in as he hugged you, when you questioned him he nervously explained on how he had just been in the area and wanted to see you.

He clearly has the mind of a bed bug cause after he left after a few hours of talking, something was telling you to check all of the cameras you had around your house and when you did boy his ass was grass. You saw Hakkai, walking around your house his eyes glowing in the night vision camera like he was a wild animal or something. He was peering into all your windows as you heard your dog barking. ‘That’s why she was barking?!’ You thought as you saw Hakkai jump at the noise as he ran to the back of the house where your bedroom was.

It turns out he was actually taking pictures of you while you were sleep, you were a little nervous but the next morning you two met up at a cafe and you brung it up as soon as you two sat down at your table.

“What? I would never do that.” Hakkai said as he took a bite of the cake he had, as you tried showing him the footage only to not find it all. And you knew that you saved it to your camera roll.

“You feeling ok, baby? Are you sick?” Hakkai asked with a worried look as he cupped your cheeks in his hands, and you nodded sighing.

‘She didn’t realize I hacked into her phone!’ Hakkai thought happily

The first time you went over his house probably should’ve been the last….

“Wow, your room is cute.” You said looking around it was surprisingly neat and smelt like lavender, you were pretty sure he only cleaned up for you thought. “Thanks!” He said as you looked at the posters on the wall of many different things like sports and stuff. “I’ll be right back, I’ll go get you something to drink make yourself at home” Hakkai said excitedly as you nodded sitting down on the bed to see a picture of you framed on the nightstand next to his bed. There was also a picture of you and him together, him and his sister, and of course him and Mistuya, and a few with him and his other friends. You smiled widely at the thought of the love and devotion he had for his friends and family, before you noticed light shining behind a door. It wasn’t his closet cause his closet was one of the first things you saw when you walked in.

You walked up to it cracking the door open slightly as your jaw dropped. You saw a few dim lights surrounding pictures…:pictures of you, what really got you were the pictures from last night of you sleeping.

“Y/N?” Hakkai asked as you quickly back away from the door as he had a tray of drinks and snacks on it. “What were you doing?” He asked as you put on a fake smile . “I was just curious to what was in there, I didn’t see anything” you said as he tilted his head to the right as you sat down on the bed.

“Whatever you say, love” Hakkai said as you thought about ways to distant your self from him. (It doesn’t work and it never will.)

Smiley

What’s not toxic about his bitch ass🙄 there’s a lot of things but let’s only go through the worst one, the way he’s roasts you like his life depends on it.

“You kind of look like a cracked out ferret in that jacket, take it off” Smiley said as you side eyed him zipping up the jacket that was actually cute asf. “Shut up for once, damn” You said frowning as you and angry stared at him like he was crazy.

No matter how many times you(really just angry) try to check him it just plays it off as joking, you’ve always been skeptical if he was. But angry always reassures you that’s his brother means no harm if he did he would’ve been made you bite the curb.

“Babe, you look like you eat mattresses for a living.” Smiley said as he helped you put on eyeshadow. “Are you kidding me? Why do you have to say things like that?” You said as his smile only seemed to get wider. “Like what?” He said snarkiliy as you rolled your eyes standing up to stare at your perfect face in the mirror. “You always make fun of me for everything I do…” you said walking out to the living to see angry sitting on the couch, you guys were going out to eat. “Don’t be stupid. You know I love you” Smiley said following you throwing his arm around your shoulder as angry stared at you with sad eyes.

A good thing is if anyone were to try to come for you he’d be very quick to put them in their place!

When you two were in the beginning stages you were getting picked on and smiley was the only one to help you out. “You wanna come for my, Y/N? First of all your lace front is literally lifting up, your underwear is probably crusty and musty just like your mom. Your built like a watermelon” Smiley went on and on until the girl finally went away tears in her eyes.

You can always count on him to have your back!

Angry

Delusional.

He got on smileys nerves so bad when he had a crush on you. Everyday smiley had to hear “she looked at me she must love me!” “She waved at me in the hall ways she wants to get married!” If smiley was out of his mind he would lay hands on angry, but he has some self control and he loves his brother a lot so he learns to silence him out. Angry’s delusional got 1000”x worst once you guys started to date.

“Y/N, told me to pick a box up I picked it up and she said thank you, she’s clearly madly obsessed and in love with me.” Angry said with a lovesick look as a few of the other members of Toman stared at him like he nuts.

Usually his delusionals are harmless but one time they got WAY Too out of hand.

You were going to the mailbox and the way your house is positioned, the window to your room is facing the whole front yard. Angry was watching you like a hawk with love in his eyes, well the love quickly turned into sadness as he saw a man a friendly looking man approaching you.

“Hi, Mr. Ronald! Long time no see” You said as you two started talking. Mr. Ronald was your old babysitter he was always kind to you and a joy to have around. Angry wasted no time in calling his brother “bro, I think Y/N is cheating on me!!!” Angry hollered as soon as smiley picked up the phone. “What?” Smiley said in confusion anger in his voice already planning on how he was going to beat you until your face was unrecognizable.

You were making your way inside when you heard angry yelling on the phone but is ceased once he heard the front door open. “Baby, is everything ok?” You asked walking up the stairs to see him with the most hurt look ever. “You’re cheating on me, aren’t you?” He asked as you saw him fighting back tears in his eyes. “My Little cotton candy head, is this about Mr. Ronald?” You said sighing as you made sure to keep your distance since you knew his alpha came out when he crowd.

“I love you please don’t leave me for him, I-i promise I’ll change!!” He said as he ran up to you hugging you extremely tight, it felt like your lungs could burst any minute. “Angry, he’s like family to me, let me go” You groaned out trying to shove him off you as he kept sobbing about how you and your neighbor were getting married, and all types of dumb stuff. “Angry…” you said feeling life slowly getting further and

Further from you, as you heard thundering footsteps racing up the stairs.

“Woah, angry! Chill” Smiley said as he rushed over using all his strength to pull his brother from you, normally he wouldn’t interfere with stuff like this but he knew that his brother would never be the same if you died especially from his own hands. “Y/N? Honey? What have I done?!” Angry yelled out crying as he let you go watching as you gasped for air on the ground. “I’d never cheat on you angry…” you said coughing as smiley roughly patted your back as angry stared at his hands before running out wailing hysterically smiley following instantly.

Let’s just say you couldn’t bring yourself to even look at angry. Let alone speak to him after this(you guys got back together cuz you love you’re little blueberry)

Takemichi

He’s. Such. A. Crybaby

It’s like every little thing that goes slightly wrong sets him off.

You got a paper cut? He’s already crying a river. You passed a test? He’s crying while planning a special suprise for you, it’s honestly just ridiculous.

“Takemichi, why are you crying?” Mikey asked watching his friend cry while staring at his phone.

“Y-Y/N, only put one heart in her message!” He said wiping the snot off his face showing Mikey the message you sent him. ‘Have a great day I love you♥️’ the message said as Mikey stared at him in confusion.

Ngl that about it for him cause there’s really nothing wrong with him but being with a crybaby is mad toxic trust me I know😭 (I was going to make it he still clings into Hina but I passed on that cuz yeaaa)

[yanderederee]

Hope you’re doing well 🥰

For your event, I’d like to request Kazutora Hanemiya & Hanma Shuji? Thank you 🫶🏼

Thank you for being my first request of the mbti event ♡ and Thank you for your constant support through this page!!

yandere mbti event page : here!

Kazutora Hanemiya - CDMS

Cruel:Delusional:Manipulative:Strict

While Kazutora does practically worship his darling, and does revere them, love never quite goes his way. Kazutora feels like he has to be cruel in order for his love to be recognized.

He is equal parts praise and degradation. Something like, “Oh, you’re so smart darling~ no wonder everyone takes crap about you behind your back! They must be jealous of how much better than them you are!”

And downright; Kazutora is Delusional. Even canon Kazutora managed to trick himself into a totally backwards way of thinking during the Valhalla Arc.

Kazutora would absolutely delude himself into believing his darling reciprocates his feelings.

Is also 100% the type to manipulate his darling. Gaslighting, faking events, anything to make it so they’re playing into the palm of his hand.

Especially likes to use the “so you don’t actually love me?” Tactic if he’s in a relationship.

Will make you feel guilty for things that aren’t your fault—about things he has deluded himself into thinking are fact.

Creates strict rules for you in his head, and gets mad when you don’t follow them. You should just know these thing, it’s common sense, he thinks.

No part of Kazutora is leanient. He has no trust in his darling, and will often think of ways they might betray him if he gives them too much freedom.

He is the type to make excuses for you to not participate in group activities, or force you into isolation.

Kazutora just wants his darling to be all his.

Hanma Shuji - CAHL

Cruel:Aware:Honest:Lenient

Without a shadow of a doubt, Hanma is Cruel to everyone; his darling is no exception.

He might say things to break down their self esteem, make them second guess their worth, and might even take away their will to live without him.

Let’s have this be known; Hanma very much loves his darling. Even if he’s mean, and his darling doesn’t love him, Hanma’s decided you are his to play with and smother however he likes.

Hanma is good at reading people. He doesn’t try to delude himself into thinking you love him. He doesn’t need that validation.

Hanma is aware that you’re weary of his presence and the cruel things he says to you, despite his honey tone and affectionate approach.

And while Hanma does enjoy playing manipulation games with his darling—like when he gaslit you into believing you left the stove on, when he in actuality burned your place down just so you’d need a place to stay—he’s actually more honest.

If you were to ever catch him in one of his deplorable acts, rather then doubling down and having you second guess yourself again, he would simply smirk and ask, “and what are you going to do about it?”

He loves knowing how powerless you are compared to him. Loves it when you have no choice but to admit it too.

Which is exactly why Hanma is so lenient with you. He doesn’t need strict rules to keep you in line. You know the consequences of talking to any another guy. They will either be found dead on your doorstep, or left like trash in a random alley way. Whichever makes you the most distraught.

He lets you do as you please, because he loves creating messes from your mistakes.

You belong to him; and the more you struggle, the more he breaks.

[cannellee]

hey, pls cant you do Mikey, Izana, hanma, kakucho and koko (manila arc) with a s/n temperamental, impulsive, umpredictable Dear who as bipolarity and 0 empathy, insensitive with mbti intj? Bean years younger than them, like a teenager. Thanks!

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Tokyo revengers x omega! Reader (pairing: mikey, izana, hanma, kakucho, kokonoi)

— their reactions to an unstable s/o

(that's a lot! I'm not very familiar with any of these - forgive me if it's not really representative - and I'm not sure if I quite wrote the reader you had in mind. I hope you still like it!!🫶🏼 I just realized i forgot kokonoi, I'll probably do it later if I'mmotivated sorry)

my masterlist : ☆

KAKUCHO

he is very attentive of every single details about you and completely supports you no matter what.

he always has the right words when you're feeling down and respects your boundaries.

he often hesitates to leave you some alone time or to actually listen to his instincts and stay by your side.

he's aware you value moments of calm and peace and doesn't want to interfere and stress you out.

he's so delicate with you and always there during your episodes. he started to take note of your triggers and symptoms early in the relationship to make sure he could offer you the best support.

if you have to take treatments or medications, he has it all planned, he knows exactly when you need to take them and make sure you do. he doesn't want to risk your health!

he's so patient with you:( when you get irritable easily he gives you time and space and silently envelopes you with his calming pheromones. and when your thoughts are racing and you're not able to talk clearly, he's making you slow down, he doesn't mind if you repeat yourself and stutter over your words : he's actively listening and nodding along to whatever you say.

MIKEY

mikey tries his best to be understanding but honestly he sometimes crosses the line.

he knows you have a short temper and gets angry easily, especially when you're tired. most of the time, he'll try to appear calmer to make up for your restlessness, but there are times where he'll purposely get on your nerves.

angry, you end up saying something hurtful to him to make him shut up and go inside your nest to get some rest. he's kinda used to you cursing at him so he doesn't really take it to heart. it kinda amuses him if you ask, he just thinks you're really cute. his adorable omega getting all worked up everytime he messes up with her is truly a sight to see for him.

he's very careful with you though, and that's something people don't usually notice. you tend to do things out of the blue without a second thought and that scares mikey. it's most of the time harmless stuff, but he can't help but worry and think of the worst.

he tries his best to make sure you feel at home and comfortable with him. he doesn't judge you or anything. if you don't want to do anything at all and rest all day, that's fine with him, he'll even help you build your nest!

the only thing he wants from you is to stay loyal to him and never leave him or for you to hurt yourself. he values your health, probably more than you and accepts any of your mood swings with teasing remarks and comforting hugs.

IZANA

he's so whipped he absolutely doesn't care about anything you can do or say to him.

you can suck the money out of his wallet and not even thank him and he'll accept it. you often demand things from him, order him around when you need to do your nest but you're too tired to do so, make him buy you the finest jewelry and lash out at him if you don't get what you want. izana does it all and feels proud to be able to fulfill all of his precious omega's needs.

you often surprise him with your antics. it's not rare for you during one of your manic episodes to engage in risky behaviours and being overconfident. lucky for you izana is always keeping you under his watch and is quick to bring you somewhere safer and eliminate any danger.

he's always impressed at how long you're able to sleep. he'll leave for work early and come back at night and find you at the exact same place. it warms his heart to see his sweet omega looking so peaceful he wants to join you right here right now!

he does his best to keep up with your change in appetite. he constantly buys you a lot of food, the most diverse he can find and lets you do your little selection each day. he does worry when you eat very little though. that's why he tries to buy sweets and snacks he knows you love best. he's able to adapt himself very quickly, that's why he identifies which food you like to have during each episode or depending of your symptoms.

When you reject what he offers you with a scowl on your face, he takes it to heart and actually feel like he somehow failed as your alpha. he listens to any of your requests in hopes to make up for his mistakes.

HANMA

good luck with him tbh.

he met you when you were studying at the library of your university, although you surely were the prettiest omega he had ever seen, you seemed to drive people away from you. you didn't engage in social interactions and answered him with short and cold responses when he tried to make a conversation with you.

he actually is very fond of your extreme mood and snarky remarks : you never hold back your words and he loves it.

he doesn't reciprocate because deep down he cares a lot about you, but he does tease you when you don't seem really sensitive.

hanma absolutely lives for your choices and decisions in life, it doesn't matter how crazy and dangerous they are. he'll follow you and discreetly make sure you don't jeopardize yourself.

he has a lot of money and he'll happily let you spend it. he only asks for a few kisses and affection from you because he knows you hate that. push him away and he'll come back even more in love.

although he supports everything about you, there are things he doesn't tolerate. when you once felt like trying drugs and alcohol together, he took them away from you and looked the most angry he ever had. you would have shaken in fear if you were just any omega : his pheromones were filled with worry and anger, it was a new scent for him who was always so confident.

actually convinces you to quit school to live with him. your episodes make it hard for you to be around others for long periods of times, especially since you're an omega and you're drained easier of your energy. he doesn't understand why you just don't accept being with him 24/7.

you sometimes question why you actually listened to him because he seems to love provoking you. you do threaten him but he doesn't care.

[the-grimm-writer]

Request for something where your boyfriend owes Toman a lot of money he can't pay back so he offers you as collateral. Hanma doesn't know why seeing you devastated and heartbroken make him feel so many things. Taking you away from your scummy bf is just business. He needs to do something about his intense urge to love and protect you though so he gently non/dub-cons you while moaning possessive shit in your ear.

God I love Hanma so much he's my favorite red flag <333

Tw: dub-con, forced kissing, mentions of kidnapping and murder, fingering, fem reader

"Are you crying over him again?" Hanma asked you with a deep sigh, ignoring how you flinched when his hand with punishment inked on the front of it gently wiped away your tears. “How many times do I have to tell you he’s not worth your tears?” 

If you were anyone else, Hanma would've laughed, told you to suck it up. Yet the moment he brought you in he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you like he normally would. 

“I know,” you responded with a sniffle. “But I can’t help it. You can’t control who you love.”

"Maybe not," he agreed with a sigh. "But you can open up to someone else. Someone who won't betray you."

"I miss him." You protested.

"He's not going to come back," he said softly but kept his tone firm. "I had to make sure of that. Or else I would've had to kill you to."

The rule usually was to take out everyone involved. He always did, except for this time. Kisaki and the others would chew him out once they found out he spared you.

Not that he cared if he was being honest. They'd bitch about it until they needed him to take out the next person that decided to cross Toman.

Shuji sighed as more tears streamed down your puffy cheeks. Betrayal wasn't something he took lightly, so he gladly took the bastard out.

"Am I really such a monster that you can't bare give me a chance?" You were stiff as his strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his lap before you could rush to the other side of the bed.

He was one, and damn proud of it. There was a reason why he's been nicknamed the Reaper. In the world they lived in, he needed to be a monster in order to protect you. But he didn't want you to see him as just a monster.

Lifting your chin up, you shivered as you looked into his amber eyes. How cold they could be, you'd seen it when he broke down the door to the apartment you'd been sharing with your now ex-boyfriend.

His eyes nearly glowing with disdain as he silently watched as your boyfriend yelled out excuses he was tired of hearing. Until he grabbed you and threw you towards him.

Rage lit up inside him like a match as Shuji watched you hit the ground. What kind of coward would do that to his woman? He knew that he shouldn't talk, but there were lines even he wouldn't cross. He looked down at you as you shakily stood up, and instead of being mad at your boyfriend, you went up to him instead. It made his stomach bubble up with an urge he hadn't felt in a long time.

The urge to protect. Who else would since you wouldn't even protect yourself? Instead, you pleaded with him to let your worthless boyfriend go, that you'd do whatever he wanted as long as no harm was done to him.

He had agreed and waited for you to fall asleep that night in the safety of his home to finish his job. Then he gave everything that scumbag deserved. Which is what led up to this now.

For days he couldn't help but stare at you. He never laid a hand on you, yet you couldn't help but flinch still, knowing how dangerous the gangster was. And he wanted to wait until you were more comfortable, when you understood he wasn't like your ex, yet he couldn't hold himself back. He needed to prove himself to you.

Shuji could be cruel, bend you across his lap and spank you until you're crying and pleading that you'll do whatever he wants. Or he could chain you to the bed, overstimulate you until you're swearing you belong to him.

As much as the sadistic side of him jumped at the thought, he pushed it down. He wasn't young and irrational anymore.

He wanted to show you even evil men like himself had soft spots. His soft spot just so happened to be you.

"You know I wouldn't hurt you, (Y/n)." He said softly, running his hand up and down your inner thigh, his other hand on your waist to keep you in place.

"Shuji!" You gasped as his hand slipped under your panties, gently rubbing your entrance, pressing down against your clit. "I -"

You moaned, resting your head against his shoulder, making him smile, kissing the top of your head. "Such a good girl." He praised. "Let me take care of you."

When he felt that you were wet enough, he gently pushed his finger into you, testing the waters as he felt how tight you were around him. He pumped his finger into you before adding the other.

"See how much your body loves me?" He smiled as you whined when his fingers curled inside you, hitting spots you never could think of before. "All we need is that pretty head of yours to follow suit."

You couldn't help but moan as his fingers hit the spongy spot in your walls that made you clench around him in pleasure, using his thumb to rub your clit. He thrusted them into you, satisfied with your reactions.

"You're mine." He growled in your ear. "Now cum." He demanded as you cried out, jolting against him as you flooded his fingers with your juices as he continued to push his fingers into your cunt. He waited for a minute before pulling away, groaning in satisfaction as he licked his fingers clean.

Then he laid you down on the bed, pulling you into a kiss as he got on top of you, you could taste yourself on his lips. He could sense how nervous you were as he pulled off your clothes, your body still shaking from how intense he made you came, feeling his hard on brush against your thigh.

"Fuck." He looked at your body like it was a work of art. "I love you so much, (Y/n)."

Looking at him stand up to strip, you rubbed your wet thighs together. How easily the powerful executive could overpower you, hurt you, yet he stayed gentle as he could.

He kissed at your neck, gently biting and sucking as he parted your legs again so he could line himself up with you, cock already leaking with precum. He grabbed your breasts, squeezing and gently pinching your hard nipples and doing it again when you let out a pleasured gasp.

Pushing into you, he waited for you to adjust to his size before he kept going. Slowly sinking into you inch by inch. When he was finally in all the way he waited for a moment before he started to push in and out of you.

Watching you moan, he began to pick up his pace, being careful not to go too hard. He wasn't going to be rough just yet. You felt so good, your cunt squeezing him in as

"See how good I make you feel? My good girl." He smirked as he felt you clench around his length when he called you that. "You like that, huh baby?"

You nodded your head, gasping each time he pushed into you. He seemed to know your body so well already, your ex was never able to make scream with pleasure the way Hanma was able to.

Hesitantly, you wrapped your arms around him as his cock hit all your sensitive spots. Arching your back as the sounds of his skin smacking against your own filled the room.

"Love you so much." He grunted as he thrusted into you, excited to mark you as his and let you know that he was all yours as well. "Gonna mark you as mine."

You cried out his name as you came, pulling him closer to you as you felt him throbbing inside you. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as he quickly followed.

"Mine." He groaned into your ear again as he came inside you, flooding your walls as he shuddered. "All fucking mine."

[reiners-milkbiddies]

Bro I’m deadass gonna watch it during class 🥹🎴✨

UGHHH LOOK AT IZANA INCANT WAIT TO SEE YOU POOKIE 🥹🎴✨

[cheesus-doodles]

Since I rarely saw (y/n) being an executive alongside Hanma and Kisaki, here I go with platonic Hanma, (y/n), Kisaki trio. Those two spoil you when you are very much capable of buying your own things, probably teased you for being single when those two ARE THE REASON WHY YOU'RE SINGLE, won't date you but won't allow anyone to touch you either. You're probably hated by the girls Hanma and Kisaki surrounded themselves with tho.

IM FEELING SOME HCs SO HAVE SOME ANON - these takes place in the future between the Bloody Halloween arc and the Black Dragon arc

Masterlist

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Toman Executive Reader + Yan BFF Hanma & Kisaki HCs

Yandere Platonic Hanma & Kisaki

how you managed to befriend these two delinquents of all people is a different matter, but needless to say once they were fixed on you, they don't ever leave again

if you already had another job, too bad, you don't anymore - Hanma and Kisaki would have pulled out all stops to get you out from there, even if it meant burning the entire company down

these two (mostly Kisaki) definitely only agreed to you being a Toman executive alongside them because it would be so much easier to keep an eye on you

none of the other Toman executives understand why you are even an executive to begin with, as you’ve never been a formal part of Toman before - you only pulled in much later on once Kisaki became Mikey's right hand man

and neither were you able to stomach the mere mention of murder, let alone any of the more more awful and gritty crimes that Toman gets up to

you're barely even present at the regular earning meetings, since your job is a very surface level job, in charge of running of their smaller shell companies, and you don't exactly bring in the big bucks for the gang

but of course no one is going to question Kisaki about it, especially not if Mikey has already agreed to it

you're still given a hefty salary despite contributing almost nothing though, courtesy of your two friends

but that doesn't matter, since they would buy everything for you

house? nope, you stay with them in their Toman penthouse for "safety reasons", and no one seems to be be willing to rent or sell to you for some reason

clothes and bags? oh whaddya know, they mistakenly bought the wrong size/fit/style/gendered clothes again and its perfectly in your size and suits you - you don't want to these extremely expensive items to go to waste do you?

food? why do you want to go out and eat when they have their own personal, vetted team of chefs who can whip anything you can think of up?

you're spoiled and pampered whether you want to be or not, because Kisaki and Hanma are incapable of seeing you as anything but that small fragile friend that they made all those years ago

and you would always be that small friend to them who couldn't even take a fall without crying, let alone throw a punch to save your life

you weren't built for this world, certainly not their dark, messed-up world, and therefore it's up to them to shelter and protect you

you brighten their bloody lives, so its no wonder that these two love to spend every minute they can with you

anything that the two don't like, such as clothes that were too skimpy for their taste or that they didn't look good on you, gifts given to you by people they didn't approve of, would evaporate the moment you turn away

and you can't get a straight answer out of them what happened - they wouldn't lie to you, but that didn't mean they wouldn't run circles around your head with what they did with your stuff

no way would you be ever able to beat either men in their game of words

if not one or both of them being at your side constantly, they have an excuse to have a full team of their most trusted security forces accompany you absolutely everywhere

cameras and microphones absolutely everywhere in your home, at your office, in your car, hidden trackers on you and your stuff

these boys can't function without knowing everything about you and what you were doing - they just simply have to know that you were still alive, you were okay, and you weren't doing anything they wouldn't approve of behind their backs

like meeting strangers, getting into trouble with other gangs, or worst of all, finding a partner

even during meetings they have updates on your whereabouts and actions constantly pinging their phone

starts getting visibly fidgety when the updates go quiet for five minutes, to the point one or both of them would stand up and leave the room to call and get a hold of you

despite being part of the literal yakuza, you still have a set of rules that you have to follow, laid down by your two friends, which included not allowing you to get your hands dirty with actual yakuza work (the irony)

good cop, bad cop kind of system I would image, though the boundaries between good and bad are kinda blurred when it comes to Hanma and Kisaki

Hanma is more often than not the good cop; a lot more relaxed when it comes to you and your rules - more than happy to turn a blind eye to anything less than serious if it met you would come running to him to hide from Kisaki

would also be the one to spoil you rotten, taking you out for shopping and partying (at private Toman clubs with selected people only of course)

whereas Kisaki would be more the bad cop more often than not, being the one that has to remind you and hold you to their rules, and dish out the punishments whenever you break them

be it smacking you on your hands to the more severe locking you in a room for a week with no contact

but Kisaki does have his soft moments and Hanma does have his tougher moments - each of them have their boundaries when it comes to you and your antiques

they don't want to have to break bones or cut flesh to get you to listen to them, but push them to far and you probably wouldn't like what they become when their need to protect you and their jealousy get out of hand

no dating is an unspoken rule for you laid down by Kisaki, especially so among the other executives, though not that you know about it

doesn't matter if its a boy, girl, or anything in between, the only people in your life should just be Hanma and Kisaki

but you're still a sight for sore eyes when you do get invited to their manager meetings, with the rest of the executives being able to breathe a bit easier and relax even in the presence of Kisaki

they know that your presence means that none of the two would be pulling any funny business

neither like to have to beat the living shit or execute someone in front of you, so that is usually kept behind close doors

they keep an eye on the few executives who they think might be more of an issue to handle if they get to you, or they think you're one charming smile away from falling for

you have tried making small talk with a few of them, only for the reaction you get being for them to simply look away and pretend you haven't said anything, to whoever it is scrambling to get away from you

friendly, smiling face at you; dirty, warning side eye when facing away at everyone else

neither Hanma nor Kisaki would touch you either - no no, they can never see you in that kind of light

and neither did you see them as potential romantic partners

so single you remain, even if its against your will - none of your dates ever seem to go right, if they even turn up

Hanma lives for excitement, so drugs and girls seem to be up his alley whenever he ventures out into the night, whereas Kisaki doesn't seem to be the sort to go out of his way to get girls, but no doubt with his position of power there will be those who want to be seen with him and maybe even catch his eyes

so no doubt you would always be crowded around by jealous girls who can't believe that of all people you're the one that seems to always have Kisaki's and Hanma's attention

they won't tolerate any sort of actual malice or slander tossed your way though, and especially not any sort of advance on you though Toman should know better

a general increase in crime can be noted on those nights that they allow you out

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[white-poppie]

𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐋♡𝐕𝐄 — H.Shuji x reader

Synopsis: You are a small novelist, struggling for inspiration and ideas until you come across a charming gangster, called Hanma Shuji, who turns out to be your muse. Months later when your novel is published with him as the ML, the obsession only grows.

Pairing: Hanma Shuji x gn!author!reader Genre: YANDERE!, MAFIA! AU TW: crying, drinking, smoking, reader and Hanma both being twisted in the head, gore, Hanma being the sadist he is, hanma calls reader 'pretty' and 'doe', WC: 1.7K +

NOTE: I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT PROMOTE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR. It is impractical scary and even gross. Violation of someone’s personal space/ life is not being romanticized in this post. Rather it is JUST A FICTIONAL TROUPE WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

A/N: Don't worry, its SFW!

Your grip is shaky, and tender as you gulp the bitter liquid down, it burns your throat in an ambrosial haze. It's as if your brain is barren with not a seed of creativity getting planted to fertilize into a bigger idea. You breathe a sob-sigh and sniffle, downing yourself in the liquid confidence.

You bury your face in your palms, and your elbows shake as you lean on the wooden counter. The music is loud and chaotic; it isn't a place for someone like you who spends most of her time, copped up in her mind, creating realms of her own as she writes.

You can't write. You can't write. You can't write. There have been no ideas, no inspirations, no random snippets of intense plotting and character-building...what will you do?

The neon lights dance on the yellowish-coloured tonic in your glass.

You hear the seat beside you being dragged. Your eyes fall towards the source of the sound, eyes meeting slender veiny hands, bejewelled with tattoos on their backs. A thick vein runs down his right hand to his elbow.

Your eyes gently trail upwards. His black long-sleeved turtleneck is rolled up to his elbows, his highlighted hair is neatly combed to one side, and then you look up at his long, chiselled face, sharp nose and dragon eyes...you realise he is already gazing at you with his lips turned into a soft smirk. You feel a sudden heat suffusing your cheeks. You try to avert your gaze, but his eyes have already captured yours and neither of you seem willing to let go. He continues to look into your eyes, and you feel yourself slipping away. You can savour the intensity of the moment, and it's almost electric. He tilts his head and asks, "What's a pretty angel like you doing crying in a place like this ?"

You breathe sharply and look away, averting your gaze from the handsome stranger, "just...going through things." You say.

He looks at you and nods, but he clearly isn't used to taking no for an answer. "Why spend your youth wallowing on the side, when you..." He raises his glass and points at the group of people huddled on the dance floor, "could be enjoying it on the stage instead."

You look at him in wonder...stage. William Shakespeare used it before: "The world is a stage and all men and women are players."

You blink and answer, "Why be the player when you can be the narrator?" You say softly, steering your eyes from the dance floor, back to him.

His eyebrows raised in delight at your words. He was used to people being scared of his appearance, his stature, his voice and tattoos. He just screamed 'danger' wherever he was. People talked to him for only a few reasons: for money, for partnership, for mercy or for him to warm their bed in such a way that he would ruin any other partners for them.

"Why be the player when you can be the narrator?" he says excitedly, "--when you can control the play from the sidelines." He says, adding his own twisted ideology to your personality-introducing a statement to him. It wasn't what you meant, but you didn't correct him. "You are an interesting one, you know?" he says and fetches a cigarette from his pocket and lights it, "you are one of the only people I've met who can keep a conversation dynamic." He grins with a wicked smirk, and you swear your heart hammers for him in a way that it has for no one.

"I didn't catch your name," you say softly.

"Hanma Shuji," he says with a proud smirk, "what's your name, pretty?" He asks.

"Y/N L/N," you say and ask again, curious about the man in front of you. You are never one for small talk, but there is just something so magnetic about him that you have to ask, "What do you do for a living, Hanma-san?"

"Just Hanma is okay," he corrects and sighs, a mischievous grin on his face, "I am a mob boss, have a big gang wrapped around my finger like fools." He studies your expression, "Did I scare ya? It's okay if you wanna leave, not gonna hold it against you or send my 'scary men' after you." He says exaggeratedly.

You blink blankly at him, studying his face. “I had my suspicions…got that vibe from you.” You say and pause, “But for some reason I am not scared.”

Hanma dissects your reply, drawing closer to you as he says quietly, his words heavy and menacing but like a siren's song, “You should be.”

“I should be,” you nod your head softly, “but I am not…"

Hanma studies your face with an unmoving stare. His breath trickles down your face, a gentle blend of cigarettes and mint. He looks at you as if he is remembering the exact proportions of your face.

"You intrigue me," he says and chuckles, "you still haven't told me why you were crying in a bar." He says and softly wipes the remaining tears from the corners of your eyes. For some reason, you don't feel revolted by this stranger's touch.

You shake your head and reply, "A writer loses all sense of the world when their mind is barren of inspiration. I was just looking for a push, I guess. But I was only met with a bottle of whiskey and more questions than answers. I can't help but feel like I'm in a never-ending cycle, blindly searching for an answer that I may never find. I'm stuck in my own head, unable to break free. I can't seem to find my way out. "

As Hanma hums, "So you're a writer, huh? Should have known by how eloquent you are." He's silent for a minute and then says, "Never was a book guy, sitting in one place just reading... it's too monotonous for an adrenaline junkie like me. In my teen years, I loved those twisted romances and thriller mangas." He chuckles in a way that makes you shiver.

You raise your eyebrow at him, "Dark romances, huh? Did they inspire you into becoming a mob boss?"

Hanma hisses with a faint smile on his face. "Not so loud, sweetheart." You chuckle and apologize.

"What do mob bosses do?" you ask curiously.

He crosses his arms and leans back. "What don't we do?" he replies. "Money laundering, smuggling, extortion, you know, the usual." He smiles, and you can see a hint of mischief in his eyes.

You can't help but smile at how nonchalant he is about it. You sense a darkish longing from both ends, like two poles of the magnet so close, just waiting for the right distance to be pulled close. It's like a course of warm ideas is injected into your brain. You can't help but feel drawn to him like he's the natural ending to your story.

It is interrupted by Hanma receiving a call. He picks up the phone and his expression immediately darkens. "I'll be there." He says and cuts the call and looks at you with longing and apology. He stands up, takes a deep breath and says, "I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I'll keep an eye on you." He takes one last look at you before turning to leave.

"I found my muse..." you mutter to yourself as you see him leave.

[1 year later]

And he meant that. He meant when he said 'I'll keep an eye on you.' He was a mob boss, so it was easy for him to find your whereabouts and know everything about you. It almost seemed like he didn't want to hide his presence from you. However, you for some odd reason didn't mind this man spying on your life; it made you excited.

By this time you had completely researched his life, persona, crimes, and remembered them like a textbook. Multiple articles of his gang's works were pasted on your apartment walls along with letters in front of your apartment. These letters had no sender or address, but the cologne smell was him. You pinned the letters to your walls, sighing and reading them multiple times a day, knowing he was watching you all the time.

You smiled softly, signing your book 'Ghastly Love' in the author convention. Having been acclaimed as one of the bestselling dark romances on booktok and bookstagram, you were elated to have met Hanma Shuji that night...the man who inspired you to write a book. You had never met him for a year. However, you felt his presence, his gaze and the imaginary version of him you created in your head.

Another happy fan comes and you sign the book for them. Multiple people praise your writing, but it feels so empty. The convention ends and everyone leaves. Everyone is wrapping up when one last fan comes.

I'm sorry I can't do anything. My train got late." He says, drawing your attention as the security guards push him away and all the other writers stare at him.

"Come on I just want Y/N L/N's sign. I've travelled far for this, I'll leave in 5 minutes." He says and you chuckle.

"Let him in," you say and smile, impressed by this fan's dedication. He walks confidently towards you

You look up and smile at another person, he is taller than the rest, your hands are ready to sign the book when you spot the familiar tattoo on his hand...Hanma.

A shocked gasp escapes your throat as you look up at him, your eyes watering. He lowers his mask and smirks. "Hey doe." He says, calling you the name your ML called your FL in the novel. "You've become quite famous over the past few months, yeah? But let me tell you, the guy you wrote about in your novel is nothing. This right here, in front of you is the real deal." He smirks.

You sob and hug him tightly. You had him now...and you wouldn't let him go. He was your muse, after all. Suddenly, he pulls away and looks deeply into your eyes. He whispers, "So freaking proud of ya'." He says and kisses you.

'Dedicated to the handsome stranger I found in the bar that night. Thank you for being my muse; I highly anticipate meeting you again, and this time I won't let you go."

DID YALL KNOW IVE WRITTEN A BOOK LIKE Y/N TOO?!?! Of Vengeance and Ashes” -> BUY NOW!!!! I am a 15-year-old author who needs support, I assure you it won't disappoint! It's okay if you don't buy, it would be enough to share the link with someone else who might be interested! I humbly request you support my career as a child author by purchasing my book. This would help me to write more books in future.

Also Check out: L'appel du vide (✔️) (Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! With no memories of what transpired two days before his death, you team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband? )

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Tokyo Revengers Masterlist ! :

kazutora hanemiya: yandere general headcannons

izana kurokawa: yandere general headcannons

hanma shuji: relationship headcannons

shinichiro sano: slight!yandere relationship headcannons | with a stoic/collected reader headcannons

chifuyu matsuno: relationship headcannons

manjiro sano: relationship headcannons

ran haitani: relationship headcannons

[macsimagines]

hmm yandere!hanma headcanons? o:

(bastardstinkybastardman)

Yandere!Hanma Shuji

He's the type of asshole to make you feel self concious. He'll tell you your hair is messy or that your skirt is waaaaay too short but then tell you at least your face is cute enough to pull it off.

All kinds of backhanded compliments.

This dickhead also flirts and flirts with everyone he thinks is cute just to make you feel insecure and jealous.

But don't make any foolish mistake in thinking that means you can pull the same crap. The second you try to give him a taste of his own medicine its not fun and games anymore.

gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss

He makes you feel like you're the asshole, how could you when he's only ever playing around? He didn't mean what he said and he doesn't even think he said anything that bad to you? lucky for you he's gonna forgive you for thinking you could play with his emotions

You're his personal chew toy. He gets handsy and physical and NOT in the hot way, hell grip you a little too tight, maybe push you out of his way ("Why the hell were you in my way to begin with, Y/N?")

And when you try to wise up and leave? OOP. RIP. Cause you're not going anywhere. Prepare for the guilt trip.

"I gave you your space and you're still ignoring me?" or "We have somethin' special. You're the only one I can depend on and you're gonna leave me high and dry?" OOO how about "This is your fault to begin with, I can't believe I'm gonna take you back."

ya Hanma's a real mean Yandere...

[sk3tch404]

Late Night Hanma Blurb

A/n: Thought abt this during an itty-bitty road trip today. Smoker Hanma does smth to the chemicals in my brain. Forgive me for any lengthy bad writing. I've had a long day and I just wanna yip yap about one of my fav crazies 🙇

CW: Hanma can give two shits about your lung health but chooses not to when he feels like it, intimidation, threats of forced drug usage, sometimes forced participation in violent activities, thoughts of lovers suicide/murder(?), and whatever other yappin I put in here.

Hanma who smokes a fuck ton and doesn't mind giving you the good ol' second-hand effects of it, but absolutely detests you doing it on your own.

He snatches the stick from your mouth and holds it up and away from you with a small grit in his teeth. Hanma glares down in some curiosity but clearly squints in irritation.

"The hell is this? Don't tell me I'm being a bad influence on you now. If I catch you with one of these again, I won't let you off the hook so easily. You got it, Y/n?"

When you retort, telling him it's no different from when he does it and it is your own choice whether he likes it or not, he merely scoffs with a tilt of his narrow head. Throwing down the cigarette, the sound of his sneaker stomping and scraping it out against the pavement echos through the air with an annoying presence. Shuji demands the rest of your stash with a looming stare that can only put you into a state of sinking discimfort.

"Come on, don't be stubborn. Ya know, if you wanna do it so bad, why don't you try the whole pack? Mine too since it's a shitload better than that cheap stuff."

Reluctant on suffocation and early lung cancer, you begrudgingly hand over your smokes to him. Hanma smacks down on the box with an evidently loud shot of noise and slides it out of your palm--- pocketing it. He stretches out narrow smile as he leans down towards you.

"See, now it ain't so hard to listen."

He's still ticked off by the fact you think you can do whatever to your body without his permission, but since Shuji is so generous, he'll let you learn from your mistakes. See, he can be nice.

Don't test him though. Next time you're caught defying his selfish wishes, he's beating you down with degrading language and probably also beating whoever was involved. The convenience store employee that sold you the cigs, vape, or maybe even chewing tobacco? Yeah he's taking out his held back frustration on them. Bro is jumping over the counter and tearing their shit up.

Avoiding him because of his brutal and honest-to-God psychopathic personality? Now that's just cruel. Shuji is dragging your ass by the back of your shirt and pushes you to his motorcycle. The leopard print on the back of the bike makes you wanna barf every time you see it, but you got to keep it down if you wanna have enough energy to deal with him. He'll take you out no matter where you are at in that point of time and make you remember who he is; who you think you're messing with.

"Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you? Aim for the nose. That's easy for amateurs like you. Actually, lemme show you how to really deliver a jaw breaker-"

Yeah, he'll show you just how bad it can get with some random thugs on the street. You should be grateful with how gentle he's treating you. Instead of ending up with facial fractures, you have nice dates and thoughtful gifts. He's even teaching you a few tricks. How lucky can you get?

"I'm all done. Shit, I'm starved. Let's go grab a bite to eat, kay?"

Hanma thinks the only way you'll ever keep paying attention to him is if he keeps you and your actions in line. If you go off doing your own thing, his usually unmoving heart can't just stand there and watch you slowly leave him. Despite the negativity be brings into your life, he actually gets really fuckin anxious when he doesn't know or understand what you're doing. It's so troublesome how you make him feel. Yeah, being bored as shit is bad, but seeing you, the only thing that could ever bring him down to his knees unwillingly, slip away with nothing but disdain for him? Fuck no. He won't accept it. Shuji would rather kill you and then himself than have to bear the strange feeling of pain, or what other people call heartbreak, by his lonesome self.

Should he ever say he loves you, that would be the point of no return for the both of you. His hands have you tight in his clutches. No way out, no way back in for anyone else.

[baby-tini]

any thoughts on stalker! shuji hanma? (plus if he steals panties he gets extra points hihi)

I have many thoughts hehe~

TW- Stalking, perverted behaviour, obsessive behaviour, invasion of privacy (breaking in)

-When he started stalking you, he took his time too get close to you, because he knows it'll make everything easier on him if you think you guys are "friends."

-He's a nasty little fucker, something about you caught his attention. It could've been that you were an aggressive little thing, always willing too get in his face, yelling at him, that shit gets his dick. He's always loved that back and forth, the thrill of an argument, he's an adrenaline whore, he's always looking for that next rush and it's even better when it's coming from you.

-Or you could've been the quiet type of girl, and he just wants too be an asshole and provoke you. What he has too say or do in order too provoke you and get that reaction, differentiates day by day. It could be as small as pulling your hair or something as big as stealing your panties.

-He loves too steal your things, whether you let him in or he broke in, you're gonna start too notice your things going missing. Slowly, but you're going too notice, brushing it off at first as you misplacing things but there's no reason that you're panties should show up in your hamper with white stains on them.

-He'll steal your hair ties, makeup wipes, old toothbrushes, loofas, dirty clothes. He'll steal your perfume so that he can spray it on his pillows and sheets, sometimes even on his clothes.

-He likes too bury his face into those same perfume-covered sheets as he slowly jerks his cock, burying his nose into the pillows as he groans all pretty and cums from the thought of you knowing what he's doing- or even being there in his bed, tricking his brain and coming to the deluded conclusion that you sneak into his house and get off in his bed and that's why it smells like you. When in actuality, it was him that invited you over and your perfume just rubbed off on his sheets.

-He likes too take pictures of you, some cute, like of you doing daily activities. Like brushing your hair or cooking, even just day-dreaming, your head off in space as he takes pictures of you.

-Most of them are nasty though, he'll snap pictures up your skirt, take videos of you crying, he'll most likely be the one that made you cry in the first place just so that he can take the videos and get off to them later, imaging you crying for him because you can barley take his cock and it's too much for you.

-He'll slap your ass a lot, claiming it's okay because friends do that all the time. Or when you asked him too tighten your bra straps and he took the time too squeeze your tits, feeling the weight of them in his hands as his dick grew hard. Brushing it off with a, "sorry, accidents and all that." It wasn't, it wasn't an accident and you know that, because there's no reason for him too have grabbed handfuls of your tits while a nasty little grin sits on his face.

-He'll pop your bra strap as well, thinking about your little yelps of pain while it's late and he's alone, picturing you having a hard time riding his cock. Coming up behind you as you're bent over and pressing his hips against you, claiming he was trying too get by as you glare up at him.

[seraphofthesimps]

Yandere! Shuji Hanma x Reader

TW: violent themes, kidnapping, drug use, guns, knives, non-consensual actions, mentions of murder, blood, female reader

Word count: 3918

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" You heard his voice taunt you as you stumbled through the poorly lit room, trying to be as quiet as possible. You already tried crying, screaming, begging for him to stop this, but there was no reasoning with him. This was not the same Shuji you thought you knew. The only choice that remained: escape. Leave and never look back. That would be easier said than done though. Every door, every window was a dead end. Every route strategically blocked, locked, and a few even sealed off permanently, impossible to breach. Hanma had once taught you how to pick locks and force a door open, but that would not work in the slightest here. The locks on these doors were unlike any you had ever seen, resembling contraptions you thought possible only in horror films. The bars on the windows were reinforced, and the glass itself was frosted so that no one would be able to see in either. Hope all but disappeared when you opened one door, to find it blocked by a cement wall. It was obvious by now, help would not be coming for you. If you wanted to get out, you would have to find a way to do it yourself.

"Sweethearttt," the nickname now sounded anything but sweet, "it's no fun if you don't play with me. Make a noise and I'll come give you a kiss." The sound of his voice getting closer and closer heightened the panic that had long ago set in and you picked up your pace, making your way to another door. Taking a deep breath, you reached out and twisted the handle, praying that the door wouldn't creak as you pulled it open. It didn't. Finally, a stroke of luck in this hell house. Entering another dark room, you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Stumbling into the leg of a table, you heard the door behind you slam shut, freezing you where you stood.

"Caught ya!" He yelled as he took you by surprise from behind again. This time, taking you into a tight choke hold, one hand pried your mouth open. You felt a quick, harsh kiss to your temple as he placed something bitter on your tongue and forced your mouth shut. "Swallow it." Not trusting him, or the pill dissolving on your tongue, your jaw tightened and tried to resist, but he was prepared. His large hand tightened its grip and began to move, forcing the pill to naturally move about in your mouth until it was threatening to fall back. "I'm not asking, Sweetheart. Swallow my fucking candy." He tightened his chokehold on you with a growl of annoyance and you whimpered, gasping for air, and feeling your body betray you. The pill fell back causing you to choke. Coughing, trying your hardest to resist it, but to no avail. Hanma pulled your hair back until you were looking up at him, his expression as smug as ever, "Finally. I know you know how to swallow better than that."

Releasing the grip on your hair, he wrapped his arm around you, trapping you in an almost hugging position now. "Bet you're wondering what that was, aren't you? Too bad I don't know!" His maniacal laughter filled the room, as he excitedly explained the situation you were now in. "See I never quite know what each day with you is going to bring. You send me on a different trip every time we're near and I don't think you even realize it. So now it's your turn. Fair is fair. I'm going to show you exactly what that feels like. I’m going to make you understand how much I love you. You’re going to get addicted to me, crave every second we’re together. You’re finally going to love me as much as I love you if it’s the last thing we do.”

Not missing the fatal threat laced in his words, a new fear began to set in. Hanma had no intention of ever letting you go. He would do anything to die together. “I mixed up a nice bag of candy just for you. Some I found randomly - here and unfortunately, there,” a shiver shook through his body as if he was grossed out by his own thoughts. “Others I bought just for this little game. A few I even made myself! So, Sweetheart, which one do you think you just swallowed? Hm?" Your body went rigid as the realization that you were nothing short of a guinea pig in Hanma's new game set in. "You look scared. That's no fun. Let's get your blood pumping!" With that, an arm abandoned its grasp on you and reached deep into his pocket, jingling around the contents before retreating with a flick of his wrist. The sound of the flick couldn't be mistaken. Hanma had pulled out the pocket knife he kept on himself at all times.

"Ah Ah, I wouldn't get squirmy if I were you," he warned and you felt the blade come up to your jaw, dancing along your skin as his lips did the same on your neck. The sensation from his kisses mixed with the fear of the blade threatening to break the skin had your mind fuzzy, handing complete control over to your seemingly once sane boyfriend. His lips continued to trail their way up and the blade pressed ever so harder, resulting in a hiss from you that did nothing more than spur on his antics. "Do you know what I have always thought would look good on you?"

Your eyes shifted down the best they could, trying to recall what you were even wearing when you were trapped inside this prison. He caught the action and laughed lightly to himself. "I'm not talking about these, (Y/n)," he said as he simultaneously reached down to cut open your shirt while biting onto your ear and giving a light tug. "No, I'm thinking something much hotter than this." The knife teased it’s way down your torso and twisted, almost knicking your stomach. "How hard do you think I'll get seeing 'H.S.' carved into your side? What do you say we find out?" He asked with no real intention of hearing your opinion on the matter.

The sting you felt as the knife broke the skin had you writhing trying to escape his grasp, but his hold on you only tightened. A harsh tone replaced his playful one as he reprimanded you.

"Stand still and let me enjoy this," he threatened. "Do you really want a trail of blood leading me right to you during our little game of hide and seek? Be a doll and take the pain for a minute." Holding your breath, you had no choice but to let him finish, wincing as he ran a thumb over his handy work. Bucking his hips into you and leaning his head back into the wall, he groaned. "So fucking hot. I want you to wear my name forever. Let it remind us that you belong to me, and only me." His arm that had been holding you in place came down to grip your hip, pulling you further into his hips. The knife was trailing its way down until you felt it trace your ass, "What do you say I give you some more?" The hand holding the knife quickly moved up and smacked his carved initials, causing a tinge of pain. "Run," he instructed, catching you by surprise as he unexpectedly released you, pushing you forward slightly. Confusion from his actions made you hesitate, but quickly run away when you sensed him leaning off of the wall behind you.

The rooms were a blur as you quickly made your way through door after door, hoping to gain some distance between the two of you. It was dark, and you were noisy, but if you could get far enough away, you thought maybe you could search for a good place to hide for the time being. After a few minutes, you made it to a room you couldn't recall from before. Hanma didn't seem to be anywhere near you yet so this seemed like a good point to focus on being quiet again. In the corner of the room, there was a door. Maybe a closet? Deciding to chance it with the discovery, you made your way over and quickly turned the handle, pulling it towards yourself without a second thought.

"Miss me?!" Hanma yelled out, hanging against the doorway from the other side. Immediately he reached out, putting a hand on your throat and bringing his lips to yours. His tongue forced its way in as you felt your back slam against the nearest wall. His kiss was aggressive as he used his tongue to deliver another pill into your mouth. This one felt different and had no taste. Your hands tried to push him off but his free arm came up and pinned one to the wall. Leaning into you harder and pressing his knee in between your legs, his tongue wrestled with yours forcing the pill to the back of your throat. His lips still to yours, his hand on your throat angled your head up until the pill was so far back you had no choice but to swallow. Feeling him smirk against your lips, he let go of you again, this time running off on his own, purposefully smacking something glass off a table as he passed. "Don't trip on that. Would hate to see you get all cut up before I get to you!"

Just as fast as he had appeared, he was gone, leaving you with no choice but to follow after him the way you had come. Somehow this was worse than him chasing you. The fear that you were walking yourself into a trap, instead of running to safety, was all too real. Pressing forward, the pile of broken glass caught your eye as you passed it, showcasing the last thing you would expect in this predicament. Carefully picking up a picture you would recognize anywhere, your mind began to race with thoughts of a better time, a sweeter Shuji. Desperate to get through to that side of him again, you clutched onto the picture and the memories behind it as you raced after him. In your heart you knew he loved you, and this picture you hoped would be just the tool needed to remind him too. But that was a fool's dream, as you would soon see.

Room after room there seemed to be no trace of him yet again. Stopping at another dead end you were tempted to sit and wait, the exhaustion from the chase taking a toll on you. The doubt you couldn’t shake wouldn’t let you though. The ‘what ifs’ ate away at you subconsciously. What if he really wasn’t the Shuji you had loved all this time? Looking down at the picture held firmly in your hand, you let yourself get lost in his smile. The smile, you thought, had always been genuine despite it being the first time the two of you had ever met. Anyone else probably would have ignored your request to pretend to be your boyfriend just to get you off the radar of a creep you had caught the attention of a few streets back. Not your Shuji though. Without missing a beat he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as if it was routine for the two of you, hugging you like you had been the only thought on his mind all day. The way he told you he missed was so convincing you swore you could have fallen for it yourself. It might have been your plan but he was the one running the show. When your brain halted from the stress, and surprise, of the situation playing out before you, he was ready to lead the way. No one questioned the speed at which he pulled out his cell phone, telling you his mom was harassing him about you not making it for dinner the night before and how he needed to show her a picture of the two of you together asap to assure her he didn’t mess up the best relationship he ever had. You felt your face flush as you remembered just how the butterflies in your stomach felt as you saw the two of you on the front facing camera of his phone. The heat of your cheeks rose remembering how your face showed every bit of how taken aback you were by how good he was at this - too good. Even he noticed it as he snapped a photo, quickly pulling away just enough to look at you, “Well that face won’t do. She’s going to think you really did break up with me.”

Something about the way he looked at you in that moment lit a fire within you, snapping you back to reality with a new confidence - a confidence that was as eager to please him as it was determined to lose the almost forgotten creep.

“Sorry, you’re right! I got a little nervous thinking about your parents seeing this. You know your mother loves to post our pictures everywhere.” He let out a little chuckle and gave you a knowing smile, impressed by the way you were able to bounce back fast from your horrible acting a moment prior. Holding up the camera in front of the two of you again, he posed for the camera while you made a slightly out of character decision to kiss him. It was innocent really, on the cheek, but the fact that he was a complete stranger paired with the compromising way you were wrapped close around his body made it feel like so much more. Without missing a beat you heard him snap the photo. The image it captured could have fooled anyone into thinking it bore witness to a smitten young couple, both parties completely enamored with one another. If the two of you really intended to send a photo for the reasons you claimed, this would have more than sufficed, but being swept up in the moment led you to a slew of photos, each one more natural than the previous. Before you knew it you had 14 different pictures and no real reason for them. The creep in tow seemed to have bought the act and was turned around, leaving the scene at a quick pace.

“This is cute and all doll, but I could take care of him for you.. for good. Just give me the green light,” he whispered into your ear as the two of you watched him retreat, taking care to make sure any nosey onlookers wouldn’t take notice of his offer, “and you will never have to worry about dealing with him again.”

The way his eyes seemed to burn holes in the back of the creep made you uneasy, causing you to feel almost guilty that you had made him a target of some sort. His hand tattooed with the kanji for “punishment” across is gripped tighter at the phone in its grasp and the weight of the meaning ate away at you. With a less confident demeanor about you, you gave out a shaky response and pushed out of his grasp, “Uh, no thank you. I don’t really support that kind of thing, even if he was a perve.”

“You don’t support that kind of thing?” he repeated back to himself, as if it was a question rather than a statement, “Oh! You thought..? Listen, I meant by making you mine. I was trying to ask you out on a date.” His other hand, you now noticed to be tattooed with the kanji for “sin”, came to the back of his neck and rubbed at it, letting out a laugh shy and contrary to the personality you had witnessed up until this point. “Thought it would be a lot easier to ‘fake date’ if we were really dating.”

If the woman you were now could travel back in time and warn you from then, maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess. What’s worse, you thought, was that you don’t think you would have been able to believe even yourself while looking at the man in the photo smiling back at you.

“Reminiscing on the old times without me?” his voice broke you out of your trance but not quick enough to evade his hold on you. Holding you tight from behind, he leaned over and rested his head against yours, peering down onto the photo. “God, you don’t know how much I love you. This was the start of it all. I swore from that moment on I would kill anyone that hurt you. Of course, I couldn’t tell you that.” his arms wrapped around you tighter and he snuggled into your neck as he spoke. An outsider looking in would have thought the two of you were sharing an intimate moment. Not even you guessed the sinister memories he was confessing to you. “The way you turned down my offer to take care of him told me all I needed to know. You, sweetheart, would never let me murder someone. So I did what any real man would and took care of the dirty work behind your back. The gruesome things we do for love sometimes.” His face contorted into a mix of rage and distaste for the memories he reminisced, but his seeming polar opposite personality disappeared as quickly as it surfaced. His signature flirty smile took over as he squinted his eyes and pressed a finger to your nose, ”Ew.”

The giggle he let out nauseated you as you really let his words sink in. There was not a shred of doubt in you that Hanma had killed that man from the day you met. You began to feel faint as questions ate away at you. Did he kill anyone else? Who? Worst of all, how could you not notice? Surely there had to be signs - red flags that a live-in significant other would never be able to miss - right? Was there anything you could have done if only you had noticed sooner?

“Oh don’t be like that,” he pleaded. Squeezing you into a tight hug again, he focused back on the photo, “If I would have been honest, you would have stopped me. I couldn’t do that after you had come to me crying out for help. I did it for your sake.” His thoughts seemed to linger as his voice trailed off for a moment, but not long enough. “You will see it my way soon enough. With enough of these,” he pulled out the bag of pills again and chucked a handful into his own mouth. You tried with all your might to pull away, thinking he was distracted, but his strong arms kept you locked in place. He wasn’t distracted one bit. Pulling open your mouth, the forceful stretch burning at the sides of your false smile, he leans over and spits the pills into your mouth. Your head is tilted back until enough saliva forces you to swallow or choke to death. Mentally you wanted to just choke, end it right here and now, but your body unfortunately still had some natural fight in it.

Just like that, he’s up and running again, maniacal laughs getting further and further out of ear shot. Scurrying to your feet you try to think of a new plan, and quick. A rational thought was hard to find by now in the sea of fear, adrenaline, and drugs. ”Think, think,” you internally pleaded to no avail.

That was when you noticed a light. Had it been there before? Was it flashing? Your vision had long been playing tricks on you from the exhaustion and what was assumed to be side-effects of whatever drugs he force fed you and now you weren’t sure what you were seeing. Real or not, you fixated on it. The light put you in a trance and you made your way straight for it. A corner of your conscience told you not to, but it was a lost cause. The next thing you knew, you were surrounded in the brightness of the next room, looking down at it - hope - in the form of a little black handgun laying on a chair. Everything about it screamed to you that it was a trap, but what other choice did you have? Picking it up without another thought you turned around to make your way back into the darkness.

This time through Hanma's lovesick torture maze, you had a new confidence about you. Trying to keep your guard up, you checked both directions as you entered each room, gun gripped tight in hand. It was quiet and the rooms were already thrashed from previous struggles so nothing seemed to be out of place to you. Your grip on reality was fading further and further the more you searched for your captive, determined to end this as fast as possible. The gun gave you one last plan of attack, but deep down you knew Hanma would always outsmart you.

And that he did.

"What do you have there?" He casually called out as he stepped out from a doorway to the left. The gun didn't seem to phase him in the slightest. He almost sounded cocky even.

"Shhhh, calm down," he coos as he kisses a tear running down your cheek. His free hand smoothed back against your hair, rubbing your head as he continued his attempts to calm you. "Calm down, calm down. Why are you getting so worked up, babe? It's not like I did this," he whispered and your eyes snapped open as you heard the click of the trigger. The next second seemed like a lifetime as you waited for everything to stop. It was bittersweet in a way that it never did. The relief you felt when you realized the gun might not be loaded began to trigger a laughter rumbling through your chest, almost too unreal to believe. As soon as it started Hanma's laugh rang out loud and he loosened his hold around you just a bit. "That's it, that's IT! You feel it now - the excitement you give me every day. THAT is what it feels like to be in love with you. Never knowing what's next," he spins you to face him and his hand is around your throat instantly pinning you to the nearest wall. "Never knowing if I might just," click the trigger sounds off against your jaw as he grins down upon your shaking form, "DIE from loving you."

Just like that, there it was again - that uncontrollable laugh encouraging him to continue toying with you. His grip on your throat tightened as he got excited and he kissed the barrel of the gun before placing his forehead against yours to look you right in your eyes. All your laughter ceased almost as fast as it started, replaced with intense cries as you felt yourself melting under his gaze. This was the look you once swore you needed to fall asleep to every night, that you needed so much you could dream of it, but this wasn't the same Hanma at all behind those eyes.

"Please, stop this."

[yandereloversblog]

Hanma in general beinf an annoying shit

Yan VS Dere sides bc lowkey he annoying both ways

❤ 𝐘𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐒 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞 💘 -> 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧: 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I'd highkey be scared of Hanma 💀... There's not much difference babe-

💘 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞 💘

"Hanma, what the fuck is that?" An annoyed glare was sent towards the tall delinquent who simply grinned at you "Blood!" The male answered, a carefree laugh sounded out while showing off his hands once he made himself comfortable on your bed, you gave an unamused stare then a light smack to his arm as an indication to keep quiet.

"One night I'll end up calling the police on you." You mumbled and stood up, as usual going to grab the aid kit before returning to the bed. Yes Hanma entering your bedroom from your window covered in blood in the middle of the night has started to become the norm for you. Unfortunately. The male continued grinning, even more so once you sat next to him and started wiping away at the blood.

You could feel the intense stares but you ignored them, focusing on holding Hanma's hand before noticing something unusual "Wait... You got hurt here." Now Hanma himself looked down in confusion, seeing how he had scratched up his skin from throwing punches to where even his own blood was seeping out "That's new." Hanma barely acknowledged in boredom and looked back at you to resume his staring, eyes widening in a surprise once noticing the way your expression twisted in worry.

"Be careful, for fucks sake you're gonna die at this point..." You whispered with a small frown while disinfecting the wound, Hanma had made it easy for you to keep yourself away from him, the delinquent didn't bother hiding his brash and crazy attitude but before you knew it you got used to being close to the other, worrying about Hanma because of moments like these.

Hanma stood quiet, an unusual reaction, before leaning closer and laying his head on your shoulder "You might be the only one who cares about that, doll..." The small chuckle made you frown "Shuji..." You stopped to glance at him instead, finding the usual malicious smile on his face softened as he nuzzled your neck, hugging you with his free arm. Hanma didn't bother hiding the way his cheeks lit up at your worry, it was sweet and addictive whenever you paid attention to him, as long as it was you "Love it when you call my name [Y/N]... After all, you're the only one I need."

❤ 𝐘𝐚𝐧 ❤

"God damn it... Hanma, what the fuck?" You groaned, rubbing your face when you were woken up and were met with Hanma's bloody face grinning down at you, needless to say you gasped and were about to smack him "You looked like my paralysis demon." With a huff you placed your hand on Hanma's face and pushed him off.

Hanma pouted from the distance between you two but stayed quiet, more so amused at your dense state from sleepiness "You got in a fight again?" You glanced up at him through your blurry vision, yawning and off to stare at the bed covers for a minute before motioning for Hanma to come closer "Somethin' like that. I won~" Hanma grinned and quickly sat on the bed, close to your face "Of course you did." The small snicker and joke from you made Hanma's heart beat even faster from adrenaline, yet you clenched your jaw once noticing the sadistic glee in his eyes.

But then you gently reached out to cup his face, deciding it was better to inspect the scratches on his face "What, got in a fight with a cat? It scratched you up good." You snickered at your own joke "And don't just lay your hands everywhere, if you get blood everywhere again I don't know how I'll lie to my parents-" Hanma laughed at that, almost as if being reminded "Oh yeah- I killed them. So we don't need to worry 'bout that."

Only for Hanma to quickly pin you down, covering your mouth "Don't scream- well... There's no one to hear you but we can never be too sure right?~ Even though I'd love to see you break down ♡" The crazed eyes stuck fear in your heart, Hanma seemed a bit surprised when tears swelled up from your eyes and immediately broke into a grin "Ahhh I knew I'd love it~ that expression, so cute~" He snickered, leaning closer and despite roughly handling you, his kisses on your wet cheeks were soft "You know you're the only one I need [Y/N], so it's fair if I'm the only one for you as well~ don't worry, I won't make you cry much if you behave~"

You processed the words with wide eyes "Hah... Not funny..." You mumbled and glanced at the window, realizing it's still shut. Once you glanced at the bedroom door your blood went cold from the bloody bat laying on the floor, droplets of blood leading from your doorframe to your bed "It was~ your mom and dad scratched me up good but it was easy to smash their heads in~" Shaking, you quickly removed your hands from him, panic taking over your senses at the realization.