#Shuji angst
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having horrible horny thoughts about telling best friend hanma no guy has ever made you cum so he takes it upon himself to be the first because he deserves it and wants to be your first something :,( eats you out like a starved man and his strokes are immaculate someone help 💔💔
— 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 !! : hanma shuji.
content: f!reader. college au(?). you're inexperienced, shuji is secretly in love with you. pussy eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, he makes you call him daddy. if this makes no sense its bec i wrote the whole thing w my clit.
an: (s)creaming this turned into a full fic lmfaoo
⠀⠀ — . ｡˚ ♡ "i dare you to tell me somethin' that'll make me laugh."
“no guy’s ever made me cum.” you’d told hanma. a not so innocent answer to a rather innocent dare, you admit. but he’s your best friend, nothing less (and nothing more). it’s fine.
and there was an awkward, momentary silence for a few seconds. he’d fallen still, holding the cigarette he’d been about to take a drag from in mid air, amber eyes flickering with an emotion unreadable to you.
“say what, dollface?” he asks — using that petname with you again, that your exes always hated — and the disbelieving tone in his voice embarrasses you, brings a flush to your cheeks and ties a knot of humiliation in your guts.
you squirm on the back of his motorcycle, as he turns his head to look at you, leaning against the fence right by you, where he’d parked the vehicle.
“i—” you stutter, flustered. “no guy’s ever made me cum before.” just something funny that’d slipped out your mouth, during a lazy game of truth or dare you’d played during his smoke break after class.
“that’s fucking funny, doll.” he does laugh, but it’s awkward. “you serious?”
“yes.” you’d answered. truthfully.
and now, you’re splayed out between hanma’s legs, on his bed in his room, his long and lithe fingers bullying their way into your cunt for the third time. “h—ah! wait!”
he’s leaning against the headboard, one arm hooked around your waist, hand firmly on your thigh and holding your legs spread apart, fingers in your pussy as he chuckles lowly at your whines.
you’d question it — question what the fuck was happening, if he just wasn’t so fucking hot and making you feel so fucking good.
“that’s it,” he smirks, as you drop your head against his chest, grabbing onto his wrist, desperately trying to close your legs as he effortlessly draws another orgasm out of you. “that’s it ... ya look fuckin’ cute when you’re cumming.”
he laughs when you try to look up at him and scowl, eyes fluttering and rolling back into your head when he uses the hand that’s not busy fucking your pussy to land a slap on your clit.
you moan again, and he laughs. “see? atta girl, so pretty when you cum. tellin’ me nobody’s ever seen you like this?”
you dont answer, too busy trying to blink back the wave of dizziness that’s washing over you with the bliss hanma’s giving you, on his fingers alone.
the inked kanji on the back of his hand flashes darkly, sin bobbing up and down between your legs, shiny with your slick, as hanma curls his fingers into your tight, clenching walls and rasps into the shell of your ear, “asked you a question, dollface.”
“nobody,” you gasp, for some reason so nervous yet so turned on, by the demanding, challenging edge to his tone. “nobody, hanma— ah!”
“tch, it’s shuji, sweetheart.” he pinches your clit, laughs when your knees jerk up at the sensation.
his voice goes a little softer as he continues, thinking you wouldn’t notice the hint of jealousy and longing in his voice with the state you’re in. “gonna keep me just your friend, just your ol’ buddy hanma-kun even after i take you on my bed, fuck you on my fingers ’n make you cum over ’n over again?”
“a—mngh, ’m sorry, shuji,” you whine, too enamoured by how he feels to argue, and his heart jumps at how sweet his name sounds off your tongue. “f—fuck, feels so good!”
“would feel better if i were usin’ my tongue. or if you were on my cock.” he laughs when your expression visibly scrunches up in embarrassment, cooing at you and telling you how cute you are as he grips your waist and turns you around to straddle him, legs shaky with the effect of your previous orgasms. “want me to do it, yeah?”
“mmm,” you answer though you’re not sure what he means, holding onto his shoulders for support. he holds you steady, and slides himself down onto his back onto the mattress, pushing your legs further apart around him and cupping your ass, pulling you forward — and you realize what he’s about to do. “shuji, no, i’ve n—”
you cut yourself off, but hanma picks your sentence up anyway.
“never been eaten out before?” he asks, sounding both unconvinced and pissed off at the same time, and you sit there as he stares up at you, so fucking embarrassed—
“my doll’s been gettin’ treated like shit, huh?” he breathes, gold eyes tracing your figure down. “sweet lil’ thing, i’ll show you how y’should be treated, a’right?”
“mm,” you let out a sound, so shy when his voice goes all sympathetic. it makes your pussy go slick with want, your heart beating faster with anticipation. “mkay.”
hanma doesn’t hold back. he tightens his arms around your hips and waist in an instant, pulling your cunt down on his mouth, nose pressed just over your clit as he inhales deep into you, letting out a needy growl as he opens his mouth and takes you.
your hands scramble to find a hold on the headboard as he rocks you forward, trapping you on your knees with your thighs plush and warm around his face, drinking in your cunt — devouring you like a man starved. “fuck,” he slurs into your heat, muffled and hot. “shit, baby, s’ fuckin—good.”
his tongue grazes your clit, curls around it and sucks, and you cry out, squirming in his arms, one hand leaving the headboard to get down and curl your fingers into his hair and tug, stuttering his name out in a pleading chant. “shuji, shuji, shuji — fuck!”
the moan he lets out when you pull at his black and blonde locks thrums against your cunt, and when he sucks at your clit again, slurping loudly and grunting praise into you, it’s enough to make you cum again. “ah, shuji, cumming, cumming!”
“i know,” he hisses, and when you look down at him, the rise of his cheekbones, his nose and his mouth are soaked with your wetness— and his eyes are blown wide, the gold of them almost lost in the darkness of his want. “i know, baby. i know.”
“please,” you hiccup, tears blurring your vision, hips trembling as you try not to collapse over hanma’s face.
your cunt aches, empty despite the way he shoves his tongue up your fluttering hole, and you dont want another orgasm without it. “fuck! shuji — shuji please, need your cock.”
“mm — what’d you say, dollface?” he grunts, licking at your clit, yanking you back in when you try to lift yourself off him. “cant just get all you want like that. say it right f’me.”
“w-what?” you sob, unsure what he means but so needy to obey, because you just need him to stuff you full and fill you up already.
you dont know if it’s wrong or not, to want your best friend’s dick inside you so badly, but you’ve gone this far, havent you? he’s giving you what you want.
“you g’na do as i say?” he smirks, watching how you nod and keen when he tongues at your abused clit again. “then say ‘i love you, daddy, i only want you ‘n your cock from now on’.”
huh? — it takes a second or two, but the words put clarity in your head, somewhat, when you hear them.
swallowing back the shaky whine of acceptance bubbling at your throat, you manage to ask instead, “you want me to tell you i love you?”
there’s a small pause, before hanma’s grip on your hips tightens again.
but this time, he pulls you off.
it urges you back to your position straddling his hips, as he sits back up, leaning on the headboard once more — and though his hard-on brushing hot and heavy through his jeans against your messy cunt is distracting, you pay attention to his expression instead.
hanma stares at you, face wet with your slick and hair messy with your hand tangling through the dyed locks. “so you ... dont?”
it’s a sudden flipside to the multiple orgasms he’d just sent you through, and it disorients you just a little.
but the look in his amber eyes, black and blonde hair stuck to his forehead and framing his face, the warmth in your heart as you contemplate an answer — and the desperate ache in your empty cunt, it all convinces you to say you do.
“i do.”
there’s yet another damned pause, as you sit on hanma’s lap, naked and with his dick hard under your ass, your palms flat against his bare chest — if someone’d told you before that a dumb game of truth or dare after class would lead you to this situation, you’d laugh.
but — but this is shuji. he’s rough on the exterior, a major tease, a man notorious and famous on the streets; but really? he’s sweet.
he buys you coffee, takes you out shopping, takes you to the salon, pays for your takeout. he always tells you he'll fuck your exes up if they hurt you or make you cry (and they have done so, but you've never allowed him to beat them).
he goes with you to the library, even though he doesn't even care for spending hours on assignments or work. to be fair, he does leave you in there and go out to smoke after only a few minutes, but he always comes back to drop you home.
he's so nice to you, despite himself. and turns out, if you'd just ask, he'd fuck you too.
he’s your best friend. nothing less, nothing more, but you decide it now, trembling from the euphoria he’s giving you. you want more.
it’s possessive and spells desire, how he’d pulled you in here to make up for your ‘stupid shit exes’, telling you he would make you feel good if nobody else has done it before.
it’s all so sudden, but it makes sense. he’s been just your best friend this whole time, but you want more.
“i do love you, shuji.”
hanma lets out a breath, when you repeat it. “really, now?” he mutters. “not just sayin’ that so i’ll give you my cock? dont play with my heart now, doll.” he chuckles, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes.
“i do.” you mumble, shy again under the intensity of his piercing stare. “and i guess ... that’s why it never worked with anyone else. when you were there this whole time.”
“hah,” hanma laughs, steadying his hold on your waist before bringing one hand up to pat your cheek. ”y’ telling me no other asshole could make you cum, ‘cause you were busy wishin’ it was me?”
“no!” you blurt out, but when he grins wider, slides his hand down from your cheek to pinch the soft flesh of your tits, the electric shiver that courses down your spine says otherwise. it would be a lie, to say that you’ve never wanted him. “yeah, m-maybe.”
“fuck,” he hisses at that, eyes going even darker, like the dubious confirmation you’d given him was all he needed, like it was a love shot and a stroke of lust in one — and he yanks the buttons and zipper of his jeans open, tugging the fabric apart and pulling out his straining cock.
it’s big — unsurprising, but still a sight to take in, and you whimper tearfully when he grabs the length in his hand and taps his head to your clit, letting out a breathy chuckle. “biggest cock y’ ever seen, mhm?”
and you’d want to keep from boosting his ego, but the way you stare is answer enough. “n-need you in me, shuji.” you beg, and he just laughs again, rubbing the pearl of precum that swells at his tip across your slit, teasing. “say what i told you to say, then. if y’love me.”
call him daddy? “do i really have to?” you whine, pushing forward and grinding up on his cockhead. it ellicits a rough moan from him, that makes your clit throb when you hear it — but hanma remains adamant.
“you hafta, dollface.” he smiles, showing you teeth. “you’ll do it, if y’ really want me so bad.”
and god, the layers of pleasure he’d drowned you in are too sharp, too overwhelming for you to refuse and stop this right now — you want, need his cock. right now.
fine. “i—i love you, daddy.” you mumble, eyes skirting down because you cant bring yourself to look him in the eyes. “and i-i want only you. only your cock, and only you. i love you.”
and it’s like hanma has been waiting for this moment his whole life.
“shit, baby,” he huffs, pulling your tits flush against his body as he grabs you by the waist and by the back of your neck, dragging you in and meeting your lips with his in a starved kiss — fuck, he hadn’t kissed you until now?
you realize it, with both a pang and a fluttering in your heart, but the thought is soon knocked out of your head, as he kisses you again, tasting the lingering essence of yourself on his tongue, tasting him, catching the scent of cigarettes and men’s cologne on his mouth and neck as you lean into him, letting him savour you whole.
“god, i love you.” he groans, as he lines his cock up at your entrance, sliding sin and punishment over to your ass again and sheathing you down on him. “loved you f’so long now, baby. d’you know how i’ve felt? ‘n now y’re fuckin’ telling me all those assholes you dated never made you cum. fuck.”
“mm, sh-shuji!” you cry, and he moans in your ear in reply. “s-slower! please, please—”
“‘m too big for you?” he rasps, voice hoarse with pleasure. god, he’s wanted this forever. your tight, velvet walls clenching around him, wet and hot and your body on him, so pretty and all his.
“cant slow down, sweetheart.” he hisses. “consider this your punishment. for playin’ with my heart like that, for so long.” you’ve got your arms wrapped around hanma’s neck, trying to control the pace at which you sink down on his cock, but he rolls his hips up and pushes all the way into you anyway.
“a—haah! shuji!” your moan is saccharine in his ear, and he swallows back a curse, knowing that it’s not going to be long before he’s cumming, filling you all up.
“say sorry, baby.” he growls, pulling out before shoving back in you again, putting stars into your eyes with the sharp slap of skin against skin, the harsh kiss of his tip against your cervix. “really didn’t think i loved you, even when i was fuckin’ knuckle deep in you? callin’ you my dollface and telling you y’re pretty ‘n driving you around, and sucking on that sweet lil clit?”
you cry out, when he bites at the side of your neck, feeling even more embarrassed, feeling stupid — because god, you were stupid to miss the signs. to think he was just like that. when he only ever was that way with you. “‘m sorry, sorry. please, i’m sorry.”
“hmm,” he lulls, kissing the marks of his teeth that he’d left on you. “cant be mean with you, can i? too fuckin’ sweet for your own good.”
your mouth is on his cheek, lips sliding down his jaw in desperate kisses, needing him more even when he’s right here, when your body’s pressed to his and his lips are on you and his cock is all the way in your cunt. “mmngh,” you try, too dizzy to answer properly.
“now let’s teach ya how it feels to cum on a big, fat cock, yeah, dollface?” he says, starting up a hasty rhythm with his cock, up and down into you as you struggle to stay sitting up on his lap. “poor lil’ doll’s never even done this before?”
“never.” you keen, lost in the way his cock is so long, so thick, reaching all the sweet spots deep in your cunt in one fucking go. “n-never came on a cock before.”
“yeah, i know.” he says, all sympathetic again, and it sends heat rushing to both your face and your core. “g’na beg daddy to let you cum all over his cock?”
“mhm,” you moan, and he smiles, brings you in for another kiss as he speeds up. “then say it, baby. say what y’need to say to have your way.”
“mm, daddy, daddy—” you sob, trying to kiss him back as he hums into your mouth, forgetting your embarrassment at having to call him that, because fuck, it was starting to feel fitting. “please let me cum on your cock, please, please—”
“only if you’ll let me fill this pretty pussy all up.” he stutters, voice turning all raspy as he goes even faster, bouncing you up and down so hard as he nears his high.
he loves the way you beg. loves the way you call him by that name. so cute, and almost pathetic, for him. it’s a fresh change. one he wants to hold on to. “yeah? you’ll let me do that, baby? let daddy fill your cunt up with his cum?”
“yes,” you gasp, vision going cloudy with both tears and pleasure as you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter all over again. “fuck, anything! anything, daddy, just please.”
“please what?” his laugh is now hoarse, as he looks at your blissed out face from under his lashes, eyes lidded and heavy with lust and pleasure.
the bedsheets under you are soaked, but neither of you can care — you moan again, sucking in a breath and falling into hanma’s chest, tired but so, so desperate to cum again. “please, shuji. please. need to cum on your cock. need you to cum in me.”
and he does.
hanma watches, vision hazy as his cock slides out of your cunt milky and drooling, and pushes back in — pushes in so deep he hits your cervix again and he cums, leaking hot, white ropes of seed into your tight, wet cunt — and it makes you cum, too.
“fuck, tryna milk me all up, huh?” he heaves as he maintains his pace, gritting his teeth and grabbing your hips when you try to meet the rhythm, pussy fluttering and sucking him in like you’ve needed him as much as he’s needed you. “pretty, pretty lil’ pussy — all mine, yeah?”
“all yours, shuji.” you sob, and he stares as your head tilts up, eyes rolling back in your head as they fall shut, drowning in the pure heaven of cumming while stuffed full of his big, big cock. “a-hnngh, all yours.”
“yeah, that’s right.” he growls, wrapping punishment around your throat, hauling you back in to kiss you, sloppy and open mouthed, as sin slips down between your bodies — pressing into your pulsing clit with his thumb as he continues fucking up into you, pace relaxing slowly. “that’s right. y’re all mine now. forever.”
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ECHOES OF TIME ༉‧₊˚. hanma shuji
Summary: Amidst the chaos of his work life, Hanma finds refuge and solace within your presence. Two souls bound by an imperceptible and delicate tie, strained by the passage of time that kept you apart. However, can this thin thread endure the weight of his inner struggles? And will you accept offering your heart to such an unpredictable man?
Read Echoes of Time and find out!
Word count: (19,2k words)
Content warning: canon related, not canon compliant, evil toman! hanma, fem! reader, reader is described to be shorter and of a smaller build than hanma's, cursing, gvn use, mvrder, description of graphic scenes, blood, gang violence, smut, oral (receiving and giving), fingering, unprotected sex, hanma has a vasectomy, size kink, dirty talk, angst.
note: this is, once again, heavily self indulgent. I still tried to make it as vague as possible, but some of the interactions or conversations that happen are ones that I envisioned for my selfship with him. there will be a few characters present in the story to make it fun and because it makes no sense for the story to happen just between the two of them, hopefully you’ll enjoy it. but if this isn't your cup of tea, kindly move along and have a great day.
CHAPTER ONE (4k words)
CHAPTER TWO (4k words)
CHAPTER THREE (4k words) cw: violence, mvrder.
CHAPTER FOUR (7,2k words) cw: smut
CHAPTER FIVE (coming soon)
CHAPTER SIX (coming soon)
2024 © all works belong to @slttygeto. do not repost, translate or steal any of my works.
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𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
♰ Headcanons of how they would take care of their girlfriend/boyfriend who is sick
♰ H e a d c a n o n s!
♰ 𝑭𝒕.South Terano, Hanma Shuji, Ran Haitani and Kakucho Hitto
𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨
South is extremely concerned about the health of the person he loves, so much so that he wouldn't mind at all dedicating himself completely to taking care of them, on the one hand, he would do it out of love, and on the other, out of fear of losing the person that it was not a serious illness.
Despite having a more reserved personality, South would become even more attentive and loving, being extremely careful and responsible.
He would be strict with medications and their schedules, healthy eating and if possible some exercise, South would respect all medical measures and also the person's limits.
South wouldn't mind putting his delinquent life aside for a moment to take care of the person until they get better.
The tallest would spend much of their time completely available for any of the person's needs, always being kind and trying to be as dedicated as possible.
𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢
Hanma honestly wouldn't know how to deal with a situation if it were serious, something common already becomes worrying for him when it comes to someone he loves even if he doesn't show much affection.
At first, it is undeniable that Hanma would be somewhat negligent, despite this fact, when he realized that he was being less than the person he was dating deserved, he would regret his behavior.
After starting to put aside his life as a delinquent to take care of the person, he would be by their side fully.
Hanma would try not to get lost in medication schedules, he would actually end up becoming more responsible than he once was.
He would become more loving, demonstrating how much he loves the person in the way he cared for them while they were sick.
𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
Ran would be afraid of being responsible for caring for someone who was sick, as he would believe he didn't know how to deal with situations like that very well because a simple flu would knock him out.
Even if he was a bit worried, he would not stop taking care of the person, doing his best to ensure comfort and a peaceful environment for them to rest.
He would avoid getting into trouble by staying as long as he could paying attention to the person, despite seeming a bit distant and thoughtful at times, he really wouldn't allow someone he loves to feel alone at a delicate moment.
The taller one would become more affectionate, being kind and gentle all the time, this was not the time for rudeness and Ran knew that well.
He would pay attention to medications and their appropriate schedules, in addition, Ran would ensure that the person ate correctly.
𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨
He always dedicates himself to the people he loves, so he would go to great lengths to take care of the person he dates.
Kakucho would feel sad to see someone he loves going through a difficult time and would prefer it to be with him.
Kakucho wouldn't mind spending sleepless nights, he would be alert at all times if there was a need for him to be there.
He would be careful with medications, scheduling appointments and being punctual.
Even though he doesn't like the hospital atmosphere at all, if the person got sick enough to be admitted to hospital or something like that, he would visit them every day possible.
Kakucho is always affectionate, however, he would become even more affectionate to make the person feel safe and loved even if they are sick.
The boy would also make sure the person was eating right, he cooks really well so he would make some healthy meals.
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what do we know at sixteen?
when hanma shuji disappeared without a trace, without a goodbye, you were quite sure that a part of you will always love him. when he shows up years later, all grown up, he is no longer the sweet shuji you remember him as.
pairing : hanma shuji x reader
content : angst with comfort. 2.4k words
warnings : swearing, violence, gang activity, guns.
the one question that usually comes up at every late night conversation while sharing drinks with a friend is, “have you ever been in love?”
“yes,” you answer wholeheartedly, because it is the truth. growing up, leaving the comforts of childhood and venturing into the adult world is confusing as hell, but there is one thing you know for sure.
you have been in love back when you were sixteen. with hanma shuji. if anyone asks a follow-up question asking whether you still love this man, you say, “no, i don’t. it was a long time ago. it was probably just puppy love.”
now, that response is reeking with lies after another.
no, you haven’t moved on. a part of your heart will always be a little bit in love with hanma shuji. it might have been a long time ago, but it feels like yesterday when you were holding hands as he walked you to your house. finally. no, it wasn’t just puppy love.
you didn’t know much about love back then but the way his body melts perfectly into yours and the safety you felt when he embraced you was enough of an explanation that you two were in love.
there is no other explanation except for love in all the nights he stayed up to throw rocks at your childhood bedroom’s window to grab your attention after a petty fight, or when he climbed up to your room with his tall and lanky body so he can pepper your face with kisses as an apology.
if it wasn’t love, how can you explain that one midnight when he got beaten up and didn’t want to go home, so he went to you to seek solace. when the boy who others thought was so cool behaved like a baby just so you would cuddle him, comfort him. when he let you put hello kitty band-aids on the cuts on his forehead.
how can anyone accuse you of not being in love if everything shuji did that endangered his safety, killed you a little bit inside everytime he did them? was it really not love if shuji did everything to protect the blissful innocence of your childhood, all while he suffered at his abusive home?
you loved him without question.
hanma shuji loved you dearly.
at least, that was what you believed until you wake up one morning, and he wasn’t there waiting at your doorstep to walk you to school. until he disappeared into thin air, not leaving even at least a shadow of his existence.
sometimes, at random times, flashbacks of your sixteen-year-old self plays in your mind like a vintage tape. reminding you of the day you walked around his sketchy neighborhood with tears in your eyes and sobs leaving your lips as you knocked on every door, asking where shuji went.
their house was empty. not even a single furniture was there, but you guess it has always been that way even when they were there. his house that he shared with his parents didn’t feel like home, didn’t feel safe. and after shuji left that house, it was nothing more than just a structure of drywall and peeling paint.
of course, you also recall reaching his phone a million times through calls and texts. at first, the calls still went through and it rang his phone, but he never answered them. you held on to that, until he one day cut all possible ties when the number he once used was no longer available.
it was cruel that a girl that young had to go through such a heartbreak. there wasn’t enough apologies fate could offer you for all the nights you spent crying, staring at your window hoping shuji would start throwing rocks again.
the pain in his absence was the only thing that reminded you of him, ironically. so you held on to it for a long time, because the hurt was proof that he was real. it was the last piece of evidence that you were loved by hanma shuji.
you chose to rise past the truth that he left you without a word, choosing instead to remember the good times you had. there were a lot. they were enough.
all these years, when you think of shuji, you picture him as someone who is a lot taller and more handsome than he already was before. you see him remaining sweet but still a bit of a troublemaker, but nonetheless, kind.
you took comfort in those thoughts. he’s in a better state now, for sure. he’s probably moved far away from his abusive parents, living in a big house just like you two used to dream of, eating sumptuous meals, and generally just living well.
after spending the night at the karaoke place with your officemates, you bid each of them goodnight and you start walking the dimly lit street. there are barely any taxis passing by, so you continue walking to help ease off the tipsiness brought by the bottle of beer you ordered.
a few minutes later, you almost reach the front of another alley. at first, there were muffled noises that you brush off as usual city noise. the closer you walk, the louder those muffled noises become.
until you stop walking altogether to turn your head towards the dark alley. the first sight you register is a broad back of a tall man in a suit. with... a gun. and in front of him... a person with a white cloth as a gag on his mouth.
you gasp, but you are also quick to cover your mouth with a palm. as much as you want to run away, your feet are glued in place. if you do run away, your legs will only fail you with how badly they are trembling.
the man in the suit can turn around anytime and find you. but you can’t. at this second, you don’t realize it yet, but you are exactly the characters the horror movies who you bash for being stupid.
“any last word?”
you shiver at the lack of emotion in the voice of the man. it is cold, heartless. the voice of a criminal who has no regard for life.
“please! please! let me live! i really do not know who killed kisaki tetta! i swear it wasn’t me! i have a family! my two daughters are waiting so please-” the helpless bloodied man earns a kicking on the stomach.
“i said word. that’s too many, you piece of shit.”
you hear the cucking sound of the gun, and the tall man aims it to the forehead of the man kneeling before him. can you just watch it happen? the man said it himself, he has a family. he has daughters.
before you can even think, you sob out, “no, please! don’t!”
the two men simultaneously looks at you. the man in a suit freezes before he moves his body to completely face you. however, your eyes are set on the man kneeling. you ran to him, stupidly so, and you try to free him from his restraints despite shaking so badly.
you wonder why the man in a suit doesn’t move to stop you. to kill you. to dispose of you after interrupting him. but you can’t do it, you can’t let someone be killed right in front of you. this scenario was exactly something that your nightmares were made of back then, because you were terrified that your shuji would be hurt this way.
“run away, please. run away,” you whisper delicately to the injured man. still, no intervention came from the man behind you. you wonder why, but you are certain you are going to die here tonight.
slowly, you rose to your feet, raise your two hands in surrender, and face the heartless criminal. but that heartless criminal is hanma shuji.
the two of you stood there, staring wide-eyed at each other. his lips are parted in surprise, and his eyes filled with anguish that you had to see that, and the shock of seeing you again. while yours, of familiarity but also of fear that this man is not the shuji you once knew.
“sh-shuji?”
“what the fuck?!” he screams at you. he has never done that before. hell, you have the nerve to be scared of his roaring voice when you just witnessed him almost commit a murder right before your eyes. “the fucking man got away! he was my only fuckin’ lead! fucking shit!”
he runs past you and doesn’t give you a chance to say another word. he runs, and runs, and runs, until he is out of sight. he was supposed to chase after the man, but he doesn’t. he purposefully let you free the man because he knew it would have killed you inside if you failed. he runs because he can’t face you, not now that he’s a criminal he spent his entire life keeping you away from.
there is something terribly wrong with you. yes, you are up all night because of what just happened, but you aren’t thinking of the attempted murder that unfolded in front of you.
you are thinking about shuji, and how right you are about his appearance but also how terribly wrong you are about the life he is leading.
there is something terribly wrong with you.
because you realize tonight that you do not just love him a little. you are deeply in love with him still, and that is the reason why you haven’t loved anyone else after him, and it wasn’t because you were too busy with studies or work.
after all these years, it is still hanma shuji for you.
tonight, you allow the sixteen-year-old girl within you to weep for what hanma shuji has become. he isn’t your sweet, troublemaker boy anymore. he didn’t even seem to know who you are. he is a criminal.
and you fucking love him still.
in the middle of your thoughts and tears at four in the morning, a knock comes on your condo unit’s door. with a groan because of your throbbing head, you head to the door to open it, expecting housekeeping.
but right in front of you is the man himself, hanma shuji.
he looks tired and forlorn. despite his proud stance in the way he carries himself, his eyes are dead at void of life. he is an incredibly handsome man, but somehow, that beauty isn’t enough to erase desperation on his face.
“sh-shuji,” you choked out. “it is you, right?”
a tear escapes from his eyes when you reach out to hold his face gently, like he is the most important person in the world, when he was expecting a slap on the face. he sheds a tear for the first time in ten years, the last time being the time he had to leave you behind because his gang life was getting too dangerous for you. he cries because the woman he never stopped loving, the woman who just saw him commit a crime, is holding his face like a fragile glass.
“it’s me,” he whispers.
it dawns on you that he is still your shuji. he is standing right in front of you to show you exactly that. i changed, but it’s still me. i’m still your shuji. please, embrace me for who i am. please.
with a soft gaze and a soft voice, you ask him. “what happened?”
so you lead him inside, sit him down on your couch, and let him talk. you two are seated at opposite ends of the sofa, two people leaving a distance because they are afraid of what might happen if they cross it, and they want to cross it so bad.
the entire time, your brain is screaming, i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.
shuji explains everything to you.
he tells you how a rival gang back then was killing everyone they held dear and a single connection to you will put you in peril.
he confesses that it broke his heart just as much as it broke yours, that when you were crying yourself to sleep, he wasn’t necessarily celebrating somewhere else.
he admits that it took everything in him not to run back to you and beg you to take him back, to love him again.
he comes clean to the fact that he has been keeping track of you after all this time just to make sure you live somewhere safe, that no danger will come upon you, that you will grow up and live happily.
but he tells you how hard his life has been and why he is what he is right now, and he doesn’t have it in him to be sorry for all the things he did to survive.
“i’m sorry you had to see that, i–i have no excuse. i was too freaked out to see you there. never should’ve shouted at you. i am sorry.” he mutters after a long time of speaking. you listen to all that he has to say, and you reach out a hand to rest on top of his.
you are hoping to get your message across through that touch. i believe you. i know. i understand.
when shuji comes at a dead end in thinking of what to say next, you scoot closer to him and took his much larger frame in your arms. with that single move, you unknowingly give hanma shuji the very thing he has craved for. your embrace.
“i don’t blame you, shuji,” you manage to say in between the soft hiccups that came with your tears. “it must have been so hard for you... and i wasn’t there.”
“it was because i left. i also wasn’t there for you when i promised i’d always be, y/n.”
you shake your head and stare straight into his eyes. “no... you did it to protect me.”
“i still could’ve done a lot of things differently! could’ve saved you a lot of heartbreaks!” he can’t help but share his regrets and his mistakes that he wishes he could make right. you stop him again by caging his face with your hands.
“shuji. we were kids. we didn’t know any better. what do we know at sixteen?”
he nods and frees himself from whatever keeps him from breaking down. he knows he can cry with you. he knows you won’t harm him. he knows he can be vulnerable when he is with you.
“thank you, shuji, for everything.” you pull him in to kiss him tenderly. there is a faint taste of the mixture of your tears on your lips, but neither of you seem to mind. “i love you.”
hanma shuji traces your jaw with the back of his hand while memorizing every part of this version of you. he swears he will never leave you again, he will never torture himself that much again. he has the world now. nothing can hurt you now.
“i knew at sixteen that i will always, always... be in love with you, y/n.”
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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.
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Hanma holds your hand when he fucks you.
Even though hanma is balls deep inside you, having made you cum three times already, he holds your hand because he's scared he'll lose you.
That someone better then him will come and steal you away. Someone who wouldn't come home bloodied up, someone who'd have a normal job, someone who doesn't kill people, someone who's normal.
He's never expressed this thing that troubles him but you've noticed it. Noticed how he'll pull you back to him when you roll over in bed, always has an arm wrapped around you.
Now anytime you're close to cumming, you wrap your legs around hanmas waist and squeeze his hand and whisper how much you love him, just so he'll know.
You'll always be his.
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MUSE
SHUJI HANMA x f! reader
"pictures of the old us got me feelin’ older. i just thought you should know i never wanted closure but you had no problem leavin’, now i’m the one to feel it."
cw: photographer! hanma, angst, smut, oral (m receiving), nsfw (mdni), slight fluff, mentions of break up, hurt/no comfort, pet names (baby, doll, princess), swearing
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a/n: italicized paragraphs indicate the past!! :”) © divider: animatedglittergraphics-n-more
“Aaand, that’s all for today! I will send you a link for the pictures you’ve chosen after touching them up.” Shuji mused, looking up at his client from the chair he sat on, one hand on the mouse from scrolling through a collection of photographs he had recently taken. His client, a famous one at that, thanked and bid him goodbye before leaving his studio.
Finally.
Shuji leaned forward and propped his elbows on his desk, letting out a sigh he had been holding in since the session started while slowly massaging his temples. The client that booked him for today was unforgettable, today’s model–Hakkai Shiba– that he took photographs of was fine but it was his manager that made the shoot a little more complicated than it should have been.
Usually, his clients would give him the liberty to express his art and skills through the photographs he’s taken with a brief background of how they want the photos to turn out, and that was fine because it still gave him enough room to incorporate his ideas into each photograph taken. But Hakkai’s manager had asked more than he’d expected. This was fine by Shuji as it challenged him more than usual–and he had to thoroughly think of his next move–but it just overwhelmed him.
Just a bit.
He wasn’t usually like this during his booked sessions as he needed to be in his best mentality, mind cleared from any non-work related distractions but today was different. Shuji had somehow let his feelings get the best of him and is probably the reason why he’s blaming his client’s manager for feeling more stressed and on-edge.
It was a bittersweet day for him.
Shuji managed to bag a very famous model today, which meant the pay that came with it was also going to be good but today was also a very important one at that, well, it used to be important. Not anymore.
You and him were supposed to be six years today. Six years of loving each other, six years of waking up next to one another, six years of unforgettable memories. All was well, until one day last year, you decided to throw all those years down the drain like it was nothing, years wasted, just like that. You left him all alone in your shared apartment and took a piece of him that he knew he was never going to get back.
Now, he tried moving on with his life despite the gaping hole where his heart used to sit, beating for you, and you only.
Shuji cursed under his breath before opening the last drawer of his desk and reaching for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, upon doing so, he spotted a memory card in a transparent case which was underneath the cigarettes. He furrowed his brows, trying to wrack his brain around what it could be since it had no label on it.
The memory card was clearly used as it had a sticker attached on the case that he’d usually put when the card was full. He held a cigarette between his lips and lit it up, taking a long drag, savouring the way it filled his lungs before puffing out the heavy smoke and reaching for the mysterious memory card.
Wisps of smoke surrounded his workspace as he grabbed the camera—that was connected to his computer—which sat next to his computer and changed out its memory card with the one he’d found. Shuji grabbed his mouse and hastily exited the application that housed the collection of photographs he had taken today and clicked on the new icon that had popped up on his desktop.
He wasted no time and dragged the cursor of his mouse to where the icon was before coming to a sudden halt, the cursor hovering the icon, waiting to be clicked. Shuji sucked in a sharp breath as he read the name of the icon, ‘My Muse’, his heart skipped a beat at the name, he only had one muse. His one and only muse.
You.
He leaned back in his chair, contemplating whether to click it or not. He didn’t know whether opening the file was a good idea or a bad one, he sighed and took another long drag of his cigarette, leaning his head back before putting it out and leaving it in the ashtray.
Fuck it, he thought and opened the file. He didn’t know what kind of contents it housed but that wasn’t a reason for him to be this nervous about diving into the mysterious memory card.
The application quickly opened, loading a collection of photos. Of you, and there were many.
The computer screen showed the very first set of photos in the memory card, it was when Shuji was still in college starting out his Arts degree. He clearly remembered taking these photos like it was yesterday and internally cringing at some of them, some photographs were out of focus, some had the subject moving too quickly, and some were blurry in a way that he knew were caused by shaky hands.
“Come on, please? Just this once! I really really need a subject for this assignment.” Shuji practically begged on his knees, both his hands encasing one of your hands and shaking them as he looked at you with desperation.
You sighed and briefly closing your eyes before meeting his expectant gaze, his golden eyes glimmering with hope, “Shuji, I already told you… I am too busy typing up lab reports to be taking photos. Just go find someone else, plus, I’m not even photogenic .”
Apparently, Shuji had an assignment where they needed to photograph a live subject while focusing on some factors such as light and contrast while also emitting emotion from the still photographs. They were free to choose any concept as long as it closely followed the rules stated.
The tall man in front of you huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking over to the side to avoid your gaze, “But I want you to be my subject.” you could see a slight pink tinting his cheeks. He was adorable. Shuji turned his head back to you, looking defeated, “Just this once! I promised I won’t bother you about it again. Please? For your boyfriend?”
And how could you say no to that?
Later that night, Shuji had come into your dorm, a camera bag evidently slung over his shoulder and a laptop tucked on his side. He sat on your bed, fiddling with his digital SLR camera to sort out its settings so the photographs came out exactly how he wanted them; with you typing up your lab report in mind, Shuji decided he wanted to do a concept that all students closely related to.
Pulling an all-nighter. That was going to be his concept.
He wanted to photograph you while you typed your lab report. He wanted to capture the raw emotions of his subject going through the different stages of studying, the concentration, the thinking process, the stressing out, and the procrastination while also incorporating the play of light.
“Okay, just do your thing. Pretend like I’m not here at all.” he whispered, as if this was some kind of sacred moment. You nodded at his instructions and focused on your laptop in front of you, the lab report document already pulled up.
Shuji shuffled around you, trying to get the best angles that captured both the atmosphere and your emotions well, you heard the soft clicks of the shutter but paid no mind to it as it didn’t distract you as much. He also played around with the lamp that you had on, pointing it in certain angles that casted harsh shadows upon your face or illuminating the features that he had grown to love.
At first, you felt tense under the constant attention you gained but Shuji didn’t fail to calm your mind.
You had to hold yourself back from smiling as the constant quiet praises he gave you, giving occasional ‘Ooh yes, that’s a good pose. It really shows how stressed you are’, ‘I like that’, ‘Nice’ and other praises just like photographers seen in movies would do so. You knew he did those to reassure you that you were doing a good job for him, despite not claiming to be photogenic.
It didn’t take long before Shuji was satisfied with the photographs he took, finding some hidden gems amongst the collection of photos. You both looked at the shots on his laptop, laughing at some that looked funny, “I like this a lot, you made me look so pretty.” you giggled, leaning onto his shoulder as you circled his waist with both your arms.
“Hmm? No, no, it’s all you baby. But if that’s the case, then I might just make you my muse, huh?”
Shuji smiled at the old photographs of you. God, you looked so young and cute, he always liked photographing you when you were off-guard because of how real your emotions came out in the shots.
He looked at the last photo from that night, the light illuminating your features which produced a stark contrast against the dark background behind you. The photo showed you staring off to one side, chin rested on your palm and a small pout on your lips. Shuji remembered how he accidentally blurted out ‘so pretty’ as he looked through the viewfinder of his camera, it made you blush. He always liked making you blush, he liked how he could pull out such reactions from you.
Shuji scrolled further down the collection and stopped at a different set of photographs that captured his eyes. It was a group of black and white portrait shots of you, your features enhanced with makeup. You were definitely a little older here, probably during the time he was just starting out his own business of being a professional photographer.
These were one of the many photographs that he had up on his website gallery to familiarise potential customers more about his work and how he expressed his skills. Shuji rested his chin on his palm and clicked a photo, it showed a typical portrait photo of you, back straight, shoulders rolled back and facing the camera smiling.
It was the weekend, which meant that it was a time for relaxation and lounging around the apartment after doing some chores. You lazed on the couch, mindlessly scrolling and switching between social media apps, stopping at certain posts that piqued your interest.
Shuji waltzed into the living room, yawning loudly before slumping right beside you on the couch, head resting on your shoulders and an arm slinging around your front as he peeked at the screen of your device. “Can I ask you something?” he mumbled. You knew that tone, it was the one he used when he wanted something you couldn’t say no to.
“Lemme guess, another shoot?” you chuckled, placing your phone face down on your chest and slightly turned to look at your boyfriend. Shuji chuckled, “You know me so well.”
That’s what he liked about you so much, you could read his body language so well and he appreciated that a lot. He might’ve lied when he told you the first time that he wasn’t going to bother you again with his shoots back when you were in freshman college, because he clearly couldn’t get enough of you and your beauty.
You were Shuji’s favourite subject after all.
It made sense that it was going to be photographs of you plastered on his gallery website because to him, you were the epitome of beauty. You may not be flawless nor perfect in your eyes, but he loved every single thing about you. He loved how your expressions were always so genuine while you stood in front of the lens every single time because you always saw yourself as a non-photogenic person.
“Okay, let's take a break.” Shuji removed the camera from his face and walked over to his desk to set it down. You two were currently at his newly bought studio—that was still under construction— and he had set up a white backdrop and some lights for the shoot. You hopped off the stool you were sitting on and stood behind your boyfriend who now sat in front of his computer, surveying the black and white photographs of you.
Shuji whistled as he looked at them one by one, “You always give me the brightest and most genuine expressions. I love it so much, baby. So pretty.” he chirped, looking over his shoulder, his singular long gold earring swaying with the movement. You met his golden gaze that was filled with amazement and love that made you blush, you waved a hand, brushing him off, “It’s because you’re the one behind the camera. When someone that handsome is looking at me, I can’t help but do so.”
Now it was Shuji’s turn to blush. He shook his head and chuckled softly, “Come here.” he whispered as he pulled you onto his lap and securely wrapped an arm behind you. “Not to be sappy but… I’m really glad you’re still with me.” He started off, his expression turned into a sullen one.
“I know my career didn’t really start off stable and it’s just so competitive, too. I really appreciate you for sticking with me through ups and downs of my life, fuck, you even helped me pay for this studio. I’m grateful for you because if it was anyone else, I don’t know if they’d stick around longer than you.” Shuji’s sudden confession took you by surprise, he was never really one to be sappy and openly confess his feelings like this.
It made your heart ache thinking that Shuji thought other women would leave him for his unstable career path, his career definitely didn’t define him as a person. He had so much love to give you and that’s all that mattered, you were there with every up and down of his life because he deserved to experience it with someone he loves.
He had let you know countless times how stupid he felt for choosing such a career that didn’t exactly guarantee the future he wanted. Shuji was scared of the fact that he might not be able to provide enough for your future but you’ve reassured him countless times that you two were going to get through this together.
“God, Shuji, you know I don’t only see you for your career. I helped you pay for this studio because I saw how passionate you are with your work and I know people will soon appreciate that, and I will be there with you when that happens. I will be there cheering you on when that gallery exhibition you’ve been dreaming about finally comes to you.” You cupped his face, giving him a smile that calmed his heart down.
Shuji deserved everything in the world and you wanted to let him know that. He had been dreaming about wanting to host an exhibition to showcase his works as far as you could remember. You remember him telling you about it, a hopeful glint in his honey coloured eyes that made you want to follow him to the edge of the world.
If you could, you would pay to see his hard work finally paying off.
Shuji remembered this day. This was the day he asked you to be his subject for the photographs he was going to put up on his website. He also remembered how you reassured him that you were going to be there with every step of the way.
How ironic, he thought.
If only you knew back then that your words basically contradicted the situation now. Now, he was all alone, you weren’t by his side anymore. You didn’t cheer him on anymore, even after being sought out by many famous models and companies because of his excellent work.
Is this what it felt like to be alone at the top?
Being surrounded by so many people that absolutely adored his work but the one person that he did it all for didn’t even care anymore. The one person he strived to work hard for was gone.
Now that he finally had his work recognized, where were you?
Shuji let out a heavy sigh, propping his elbows on his desk and burying his face into his hands. It’s already been a year since you two broke up but why was he still this broken? Tears welled in his eyes at the thought of you and how he would never be able to feel your warm touch again, how he would never see your pretty face first thing in the morning and how he would never look forward to tomorrow because you weren’t there anymore.
The thought of you not being by his side broke him. He wanted to grasp something that he couldn’t.
Were you doing well these days? Do you still think about him? Questions ran through his mind. But the most important one of them all caused a tear to run down his face, have you already found someone else? Someone who loves you more than he does?
You probably did. You were a gem and he was sure no man would be able to resist you. On the other hand, he was all alone, still expecting you to come by his studio and wrap your hands around him. Shuji was still hoping for something that he knew was completely foolish and impossible.
But it never harmed anyone to dream.
He was about to exit the folder of photos until he caught a glimpse of a certain set of photos at the bottom row. He scrolled down to see the entirety of the collection, eyes widening at it. He sucked in a sharp breath before clicking on one of them, the application enlarging it which showed rather interesting poses of you in a racy lingerie.
His eyes darted everywhere. Fuck, you looked so sexy. You were lying on your front, chest rested and arms crossed on top of the arm rest of your sofa, feet kicked up, sporting black stilettos and back sexily arched while looking straight at the camera with a sultry expression.
You deliciously filled out the black lingerie you were wearing, the way it hugged your body in all the right ways caused Shuji to swallow thickly. This was the day he wanted to try something new, not just portraits, not just fashion photography, something more fun. Of course he’d only try it with you, and only you.
This photo was sometime around last year, a couple of months before you two broke up.
“A what?” you almost spat your morning coffee out. “A boudoir shoot. It would be fun!” Shuji took a sip out of his mug, throwing you a sly look while wiggling his brows. You playfully rolled your eyes at him, “Yeah, for you, pervert.” you chuckled.
“I don’t sense any disagreement though.” “You don’t even have to ask, you know I’ll say yes.”
“Oh good, cause I already know what you’re going to wear.” Shuji gave you a smirk before jumping up from his chair and practically sprinting to your shared bedroom, your eyes trailing him, confusion seeping in.
Shortly after, he came back out with a medium-sized white box and a distinct black bow tied around to seal it. Shuji carefully set the box next to your coffee and looked at you with expectant eyes, a saccharine smile forming on his pink lips, “Open it.”
You didn’t bother asking him what was inside because you knew he’s stubborn and would rather want you to find out by opening the box, you reached for one end of the black bow and pulled on it to untie it and placed your hands on the lid of the box and took it off, revealing the contents of it.
Amongst the white tissue paper, there lay a black lace lingerie set that you knew was barely going to cover anything. From the looks of it, it was a halter-bra that sported a very generous opening right in the middle of it, which would gloriously expose even more skin of the wearer. The set also came with matching panties and a suspender belt—which consisted of a small white bow in the middle of the garter—with opaque black thigh high socks.
Of course you weren’t new to these types of clothing and owned some yourself but this was completely different. It was sexy, very sexy. You don’t even know if you could pull the whole look off but the gaze Shuji was giving reassured you that it would compliment your body just fine, splendidly, even.
Shuji didn’t even give you enough time to examine the intricateness of its design before eagerly pushing you into the bathroom of your shared bedroom to try it on while he got his equipment ready.
It took you quite a while to put on the halter-bra due to the large opening right at the centre but you managed to put the set together without ripping the delicate fabric. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, the opening right on the middle of the bra was bigger than expected and exposed your inner breast area. The lacy panties barely covered anything and you weren’t going to lie, you liked the way it complimented your ass.
The suspender belt along with the opaque thigh high socks were the selling point and probably the reason why Shuji had picked this set without any hesitation. You knew Shuji was a sucker for the way thigh high socks tightly wrapped around your upper thigh, it did things to him to the extent where during your intimate times, he would leave them on, if you were wearing one.
You opened the bathroom door and poked your head out to see Shuji patiently waiting on your bed, equipment already in place. He was going all out for your boudoir shots, he even had his old reflectors set up and pointed at the bed—where you would be posing, you guessed—Shuji noticed you and stood up, eagerly telling you to show him how it looks.
Your palm instinctively covered the exposed area on your chest as you stepped out, you weren’t insecure about anything since Shuji had seen your body in its entirety but you were rather shy since it had been a while since you wore a lingerie set.
The tall man in front of you sucked in a sharp breath as he took your whole body in. He was at a loss for words, you were fucking beautiful. It looked like it was made for you with how well it hugged your body, he swore he felt himself getting hard by just the sight of you.
“Baby, you look so beautiful.” He gaped, softly tugging away the hand that covered your chest, Shuji leaned down and kissed at your exposed skin, earning a small sigh of content and making you shiver. “Shouldn’t we start the shoot first before doing anything? Or have you changed your mind?” You chuckled, slightly pushing him away by the chest, a teasing look on your face.
“Fuck, you’re right.” He breathed out, running a hand through his hair.
“Get on the bed for me and lie down with your head resting near the foot of the bed and cross one knee over the other—yeah, just like that. Try to place one arm near your head and give me a sultry expression.” Shuji instructed and you closely followed his instructions.
Your boyfriend shuffled around the bed, fixing your hair and the sheets to maximise the outcome of the photo.
You managed to pose several times on the bed, eventually incorporating black stilettos as well to amplify the sexy look. One of Shuji’s favourite shots were of you lying on your stomach, an elbow propped on the mattress and chin resting on your palm as you gave him a sultry look. Your feet were kicked up in the air and the black panty hooked on one heel of the stiletto. It was truly a sight.
The bed wasn’t the only location Shuji took photographs of you in, you two basically explored the whole apartment. From sexily posing on the couch to pressing your body against the wet walls of the shower and with every click of the shutter, Shuji grew harder.
He couldn’t help but admire the way your body seductively posed in different ways, the way your back arched the same way it would while he was fucking you. Fuck, he couldn’t help his dirty thoughts.
There was no hiding the fact that Shuji had a painful tent evident in his pants, you also saw the way his gaze changed as the shoot progressed further, his honey eyes that were once filled with enthusiasm now clouded with lust. His breathing also became shallow and he gripped his camera a little harder each time he had to move around to take photos as his hard cock would painfully rub against his clothing.
“Do you need help with that?” You smirked, looking down at the tent in his pants before meeting his lustful gaze. “Fucking hell, come here.” Shuji loudly set the heavy camera on the sink before pulling you into him and roughly kissing you against the counter of the sink.
His kisses were rough and desperate, just how you liked them. Shuji didn’t hesitate running his big hands all over your exposed body, from your hips to your waist and even up to your chest. He settled for your chest, massaging your breasts over the lacy fabric of the lingerie which earned a small whine from you.
The parting of your plump lips allowed Shuji to slip in his hot tongue, exploring the inside of your mouth and causing you to moan. “Fuck, can I rip this off already?” He whispered against your lips, fingers hooking on either side of the opening of the halter-bra.
He didn’t even give you any time to protest before completely ripping it apart. The bra now loosely sat on your chest and revealed your breasts as the ripped fabric rested on either side of your chest. Your boyfriend leaned down and sucked on the valley of your breasts while massaging each mound with a hand.
Shuji’s hands were big enough to encase the entirety of your breasts which made them easier to massage, it also felt a hundred times better due to the fact that he was able to squeeze and play with your breasts all in one go as it fit perfectly against his hands.
Your hands flew up to his hair, tugging at them as he sucked on your nipple, his tongue swirling around the bud, causing you to become even more sensitive to his touch, Shuji also slipped his hand underneath your breast and pushed it up to shove more flesh in his mouth, earning a loud moan as you threw your head back.
He groaned against your skin at the feeling of your hands roughly tugging at his hair, he made his way back up to your neck and peppered it with kisses and bruises, his mouth alternating between sucking, biting and kissing at the sensitive skin.
You pressed your hands on his chest and slightly pushed him away to break the kiss, you dropped down to your knees and reached for his pants, fingers hooking around the garter of his joggers and pulling it down to reveal his hard cock straining against his black underwear.
There was already an evident wet patch where his tip was as you palmed him through the piece of clothing, Shuji’s knees almost buckled at this and practically had to rest both his hands on the edge of the counter, effectively trapping you between him and the sink.
He hissed as you pulled his boxers down, his hard cock finally springing free from its confines. You gaped at his length, it was standing proudly and had an evident vein that ran down on one side—a vein that you often liked to trace with your tongue—and his tip an angry red with precum, waiting to be sucked on.
You trailed kisses along the vein that ran on the side of his cock, earning a desperate groan from Shuji, he gripped the edge of the counter a little tighter, knuckles whitening as you massaged his balls while peppering kisses all over his length. He loved it so much when you did that but it made him more desperate for your touch, more desperate for your mouth.
“Fuck, princess, just suck me off already.” he whined, one hand leaving the counter and down to your face, brushing out strands of loose hair that covered your face before resting against your cheek, thumb tenderly caressing your skin. You looked up at him and met his heavy-lidded gold eyes that were full of desperation, Shuji lifted up his shirt, biting at the seam so it wouldn’t get in the way.
God, you looked so pretty looking up at him like that, leaning into his palm while you kissed up his dick, hands still massaging his heavy balls. Shuji swore he could cum from this erotic sight alone. If only he could take a picture of you right now so he could savour this moment forever but he was too focused on the way your mouth moved against his dick to reach over the sink and grab his camera.
Shuji threw his head back with a loud groan as you finally put his tip inside your mouth and sucked on it hard, stiff tongue running up and down his precum-filled slit. He tasted salty but you didn’t care, you were used to it anyway.
Both his hands flew to your hair as you took his length into your mouth, inch by inch, his hips desperately bucking into your mouth and hands pulling at your strands, “Ah! Fuck, baby, that’s it—mhm! Take all of me like the champ you are.” Shuji groaned as he completely bottomed out the fabric of his shirt falling from his mouth, your nose made contact with his pubic bone along with his balls that sat against your chin.
Shuji was so fucking deep that you had to grip onto his thighs to ground yourself, “Breathe through your nose baby, I won’t go easy on you.” he whined at the way your mouth felt so hot against his dick. He slowly pulled out, his fingers tangled in your hair, gripping the side of your head before thrusting back in, setting slow deep thrusts into your mouth.
Soon, his thrusts sped up, hips desperately bucking into your face while his heavy balls slapped against your chin, Shuji couldn’t help but harshly grip and tug your hair from the pleasure that engulfed his tall body. He was so vocal. His mouth hung open and eyes tightly shut, endless profanities and pornographic moans rolling out of his mouth.
You could only sit there and take what he was giving you, all of it while you held his shirt up against his stomach. Endless tears rolling down your cheeks due to how deep he was going and jaw hurting at this size but you behaved like the good girl you were and tried your best to bring Shuji closer to his high by hollowing your cheeks. This made your mouth grip him tighter, earning a strained groan from him.
All kinds of dirty sounds could be heard throughout the apartment, from Shuji’s dirty talking and endless moans to the wet sounds of your mouth as he thrusted in and out of you.
You knew Shuji was nearing his climax with the way his deep groans turned into frequent light and airy breaths that ended in small whines, chest heaving with every breath that escaped past his lips.
“Ngh—ah! I’m cumming, doll! Take all of my fuckin’ load like the good girl you are—ah!” Shuji threw his head back, letting out a loud erotic moan and buried his dick deep inside your mouth and spurts of his thick cum ran down your throat. You rode out his orgasm by massaging his balls, squeezing and tugging at them, just how he liked it.
Shuji whined as he pulled out of your mouth, pulling you up and tasting him against your tongue. “Fuck, I love you so much.” he panted against your lips as he rested his sweaty forehead against yours.
He exited the application before he ventured any further into your boudoir shots, he felt like he wasn’t allowed to view them anymore since you two were no longer together. Shuji let out another heavy sigh and leaned back into his chair, briefly looking up at the ceiling of his studio, before completely logging off and turning off his computer. He quickly packed up his things and closed up for the day.
He had a big day tomorrow.
Tomorrow was the day that he was hosting an exhibit to showcase his work in a gallery, the day he’s been dreaming about for as long as he could remember. Normally, he would be ecstatic and over the moon about his first exhibit but there was a missing piece in his chest and he knew you weren’t going to be there to cheer him on tomorrow.
No one was going to be reaching for his hand whenever he was hit with a wave of anxiety anymore.
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The gallery was busy. The exhibit was open for the public eye, so many journalists and people that admired Shuji’s photography didn’t miss the opportunity to view the showcase of his work.
Each wall was plastered with different collections of photos he had taken throughout the years, accompanied with a little blurb at the bottom of the photograph to explain and give viewers a little insight about the certain picture.
Shuji walked through the gallery, people greeting and congratulating him on the success of his first exhibition, he tried his best to give out genuine smiles and ‘thank you’s’ but he couldn’t help but think back to the day where you told him you were going to be there cheering him on when the day he holds an exhibition finally comes.
The day finally came but where were you?
He stopped in front of a particular photograph, he couldn’t help but add the black and white portrait photo of you, the one where you had the most genuine expression, the one where you said you only had those expressions because he was the one behind the camera. The blurb under this photo was sweet and short, ‘My Muse.’
“You said you’d be here to cheer me on.” Shuji whispered to himself, scoffing as he looked up at your picture. A woman stood next to him as well, keenly viewing the photograph, a bit embarrassed for being caught talking to himself, he was about to silently walk away until the woman beside him spoke up.
“And I am. I never broke my promise.”
Shuji whipped his head to the woman next to him. It was you, his muse. His heart raced as his eyes darted across your features, the features that he had grown to love so much. He was at a loss for words, suddenly everyone else in the room disappeared and he only saw you, his ears tuning out every single sound that didn’t come from you.
Were you actually here? He wasn’t hallucinating, right?
He took your appearance in, all of it. Your hair was now shorter than he remembered and it was styled very differently from the way you wore it in the photograph on the wall and his heart sank, realising that the person he held onto in his memories and photographs no longer existed.
You looked so different now.
But you still had that genuine expression on your face as you met his gaze, this time you weren’t in front of the lens and he wasn’t behind the camera anymore. It was just the two of you, face to face and nothing in between. “I’m so proud of you, you know that, right?” You gave him a small smile before walking away, he wanted to run after you, take your hand in his and never let you go but he stood grounded in his spot.
Unmoving and unsure what to do.
Tears welled up in his eyes, his vision becoming a blur as he stared at your figure walking away from him for good, for the second time in his life. God, he has never hated seeing your back so much until now, he hated how you walked away and never even turned once to look at him.
It was so unfair. You were so unfair, how did you think that suddenly coming into his life again was going to do him any good? Shuji was back to square one, his heart ached and yearned for you more than ever.
It didn’t matter to Shuji anymore that you never broke your promise because you did something worse, you broke his heart.
© mitsuyeaah
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─── WHY DID IT HAPPENED? ft hanma shuji ✸
synopsis: You should've thought twice about the worst possible outcome when you give up yourself to him. But you didn't and at last, you lose your grounding.
warning: languages, toxic relationships, break-ups, and cheating.
daily note: oh no, im struck by the lord of angst gasp no wonder im doing such heavy angst at two in the morning, crying myself, and liking the way i hurt myself 😄
He came home late, again.
It's been the third time this week and the tenth time this month. Lately, it's so hard to even take a glance at your husband as he always woke up early and came home late. Usually around three to four. Of course, you would always leave a text for him to wake you up once he's home so that you can eat the dinner you made together. But then again, it'll always end up in the bin.
This time you are persistent in not falling asleep and waiting for him and when he did come home, he sent a smile your way before treading upstairs.
'Shuji?' You watch as he enters your shared walk-in closet, slipping off both his shoe and his sock and dumping them on the basket.
'Shu.' You called out trying to gain his attention. He undo his tie and sighs, finally taking a look at you 'Yes, Y/n.' Oh, well that's strange, he never addressed you that way before? Always come up with a cheesy nickname like dolly or dollface. What happened?
'No, I just wanted to talk to you...' You said playing with the hem of your shirt, he unbutton his shirt and his glasses 'Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm tired and hot.' You continue staring at him when he walks past you to the bathroom and locks the door.
You settle down on your mattress waiting for him to come out and once he did, he slip under the duvet and closes the light 'Come on, Shu. We need to talk. Why are you always coming home late, these days?' He ignore your short ranting and pretended like he's asleep.
You got up and turn on the light 'We. Need to talk.' He aggressively peel off the duvet off of him and sat up toward you 'What?! What is it that there's a need to talk about, huh? I said I'm tired!' You shake your head at him 'Tired of what? Me or your job?! Can I just talk for a little while with my husband when he's been late for almost a month?! I just need a small talk with you... I... Miss you...' Your gazes fall to the ground in shame.
You hear him sigh and footsteps approaching 'Sorry, It's just... I got so many things to do at work. You know how cold-blooded Kisaki is.' The mention of your long-last friend brings a smile to yourself 'Yeah. I'm sorry.' He pets your head 'No problem.' And then he heads for bed.
You blink in surprise.
That's it? No problem and that's it?
The arguments between you and Hanma occurred, still, after making ups and it's always about the same thing. He came home late and now, sometimes he didn't even reach home at all. You'll always spend the night crying, missing your husband but like he always said. He is busy. A month turned into three but a solution never came falling and help your helpless ass. You are alone. Miserable and alone.
The possible thoughts came running like a madman, what if he cheated on you? What if he already found another better one? What if this and what if that? You've become crazy with the thoughts clouding your mind. You overthink yourself to sleep if you ever had any. You lose counts of how many times you threw up and almost lose consciousness because you got panicky. You took medicines that you probably did not need. But even with all that, you are still alone with no one to help you stand.
You are sleeping - closing your eyes to help you doze off when the doorbell rang repeatedly. You try to get up but fall hopelessly to the ground and groan.
You get up once more and get to the door without uncertainty. Before you are a brunette, a younger woman than you dressing in a tight, cleavage-showing silk red dress, decorating herself with a big pearls necklace, earrings, and a Louis Vuitton branded bag. She is smiling, twinkling her doe paired of eyes at you 'Can I come in?' She asks you.
You are hesitant but nodded nonetheless. She sat down on the couch 'Oh I'm sorry, I'm just gonna stay here until Hanma is home.' You blink to yourself, surprised and puzzled. 'Pardon me, but who are you?'
'I'm his girlfriend, Ivy. I supposed you are his maid? What's your name?' Your hand subconsciously shaking and clenching but then could you blame her? You wore nothing expressive as she did, you rarely dolled up unless it was for a special occasion. And maybe it was your fault too for being too anti-social and never really following your husband anywhere for his work. Not surprised no one could know you are his wife. I mean, would anyone even suspect it? Hanma, a flirtatious, ambitious guy like him settling down for such mediocrity as you?
'It's Y/n.' You told her to keep waiting and that you'll call Hanma in instead because you are scared he'll be back late again today.
'Y/n? Why did you call? I'm in the meeting, can't talk.'
'Ivy's here. She's waiting for you.' You heard his rapid breathing before you ended the call. You went back to his little girlfriend 'He'll be back, shortly.' And then you tread upstairs locking down the bedroom door with your hand over your mouth. Your ugly sobs turn to muffle as you cry and sob to yourself. An aching sensation is burning through your whole body but partially your throat and heart. Your eyes felt itchy and uncomfortable, your nose clogged, and your voice barely a whisper.
You don't want to be here any longer so you get your phone - that is the only thing you ever bought with your own money and left, not forgetting to slip the expensive diamond ring off of your finger. You heard a honk from outside of the residence to see that a car was parked.
You see Ivy sitting still on the couch with a glass of wine and she smiles when she saw you were leaving 'See you again, Y/n.' You nod and rush inside the car.
But just in time, a familiar black Audi A4 comes into view, you avoid his frantic knocks on the door and just ordered the driver to move along. Hanma tries to grab onto the car but slips. 'Fuck!'
'Shu!' Upon hearing his nickname being called he swiftly turns around but instead of you, there's Ivy. The girl he commits adultery with. She struts towards him and lends him a small hug with a cute shrieking noise 'I missed you! London was good but not better without you... But thanks for the trip Shu-'He shove her away with eyes widening in anger 'What the fuck are you doing here?!' She jolted in surprise at the sudden outburst 'What you mean what am I doing here? Shuji, you've promised me we'll get married one day so is it wrong for me to come to my future husband's house? Or is there a a fucking secret that I needed to know? Are you lying to me or something?!' He was hesitant looking back in forth between her and the road.
'I... I'm sorry...' He went for a hug and kiss the side of her temple making her smile 'You are making me scared. I thought you were cheating on me with your maid or something...' She laugh as he broke the hug with a furrowed brow 'Maid...?' She nods pulling him inside the house 'Yeah, Y/n is her name right? But then again, why would you? I'm much better...!' He was clenching his fist at her words but do nothing.
Ivy left home after some time and Hanma left for your shared bedroom. He gazes at your stuff but all seem to be left untouched. He struts inside your closet room to see your wardrobe full and neatly tuck like always making him smile. Yes, you didn't leave, probably just out for groceries.
Then he see the wedding ring, the wedding ring you wore all the time, and never once did he see left your form. His head tilted in confusion, why is that there? Why didn't you wear it? Did you perhaps lose it? Oh, it's okay, he can just slip it back on. He picks the ring off the ground and kisses it with a smile 'When will my doll get home?' He murmurs to himself.
Hanma get ready for bed and sleep wishing he'll see you in the morning or maybe the familiar smell of your homemade pancake will wake him up like always.
But none of it happened. Hanma waited days, weeks, and months but you never came back. Why? Ivy would come once a week to check but as always she'll get stood up by the porch and left home, defeated. It's not like she's not calling but the said man never answered none of her calls. Every day he'll play her calls to hear her voice 'Hi, this is Y/n. Talk to me once you heard the.... Beep...'
He'll talk to her hoping one day he can get to hear it once more maybe that time clearer, and nearer.
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Happy Wife, Happy Life ~ *Shuji Hanma*
Summary: Shuji loves you so much he would do anything for you. And that means not bleeding on your freshly cleaned carpets.
Pairing: Shuji Hanma X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot
Word Count: 1429
Warning: Swearing, mentions blood
Masterlist
When you first met Shuji, you fell in love hard and fast. He was wild, crazy, and completely free. He knew what he wanted and he wanted you. He treated you like you were the only girl in the world for him. And sure you may have catered to his every whim, but he paid you back in kind, making you feel loved and wanted.
When he asked you to marry him a couple years later, there was no doubt in your mind regarding your decision. You said yes without the slightest hint of hesitation. It was an extravagant and beautiful affair, with all of Bonten in attendance. You said your vows a few feet off the floor and enjoyed the party of the century with the rest of your friends.
Now, you may not be the best wife in the world, you certainly did try. You were attentive and loving, doing everything in your power to make sure the days went by smoothly. It was easier said than done, considering how high up in Bonten Shuji was. He was either coming home bloody and bruised or he wasn't coming home at all. His temper and wild ways often got the better of him, and you found yourself having to pull him back from the edge too many times to count. Still, you wouldn't trade the life you built together for the world.
Gang life never scared you. In fact, you embraced it, if not for Shuji's sake, but also because you were both feared and respected. You took the role of a vice executive's wife very seriously. You made connections with other high ranking women in the underworld that served as useful links for Bonten. You even managed to get them a loophole with the police and judicial system, through subtle bribes of food and high class trinkets. In return for lending a helping hand with your charm, they gave you a hefty allowance to use for whatever you desired and protection from any and all enemies. You were truly living your best life.
Your pride and joy, besides Shuji, had to be your estate. When you both were pulling in over a million per payload, you asked Shuji to move out of the city. He agreed as long as the two of you still had a penthouse in case things became dicey and the estate needed to be forfeited. You also asked if you could be the one who built and decorated the place, which he also agreed to. Every step of creating the mansion of your dreams was carefully executed with excruciating detail. But you loved every second of it. The estate served as a physical monument of the life you and Shuji made for yourselves. It had to be perfect. And it was absolutely perfect in your eyes when you completed it. You were also more than pleased when Shuji told you how much he loved what you did with the place. The night you both moved in, each room was christened at the insistence of your husband, and who were you to deny him?
From then on, if you were doing work in the city, you were at the estate. Sure, Shuji hired staff to help with the upkeep, but you also pitched in to make sure everything was in tip top shape. At least once a week you hosted Bonten and their relations at the estate to show it off. You were truly proud of all the craftsmanship and love you poured into this estate and no one was going to ruin it or take it away from you.
One day, you were surveying a new shipment of furniture for the sunroom, as spring was almost here. Every other year, Shuji gave you a stipend to change out the furniture so you could keep up with the trends. It was at your insistence that you donated the old furniture, which took some convincing but he eventually conceded. As you helped move the last couch and end table into the sunroom, you heard the boisterous voice of your husband of five years bounce down the hall.
"Shuji? Are you home?" You called out to him.
"Doll! Where are you?" He yelled back. You rolled your eyes before finding him in the front room.
You smiled and walked into his open arms. He peppered your face with questions as you said, "You're home early."
"Not really. I have to head out soon with the guys." It was then that you realized Sanzu, the Haitani brothers, and Hajime were standing behind him.
Flashing them a sweet smile, you nodded. "Hello boys. How have you been?"
"Honestly, we've been better." Ran scowled. "We got some punks who are encroaching on our territory and we're going to go teach them a lesson tonight."
You frowned at his words and pulled away from Shuji's relentless kisses. You fixed him with a harsh glare. "What do you mean you're going to teach them a lesson? Are you doing something you shouldn't tonight, Shuji?"
He winced as you used his name. "Ah, c'mon, doll. It's nothing that serious. We're just going to rough them up a little, remind them who they're messing with. It'll be a quick little operation. In and out. I'll be back before you're asleep and then the two of us can have a little fun tonight..."
You rolled your eyes and slapped his shoulder. "Leave the innuendos for when we're alone, got it?"
"Whatever you say, doll."
You then turned back to the other members of Bonten. "Is what my dear husband telling me true? Did Mikey order this little operation?"
Sanzu gave a wicked grin as he nodded. "Yep! It was on Mikey's orders that we carry this intimidation operation out. It's going to be so much fun! I haven't gotten to fight anyone in like forever!"
"You fought with some of the new hires last week." Rindou muttered.
"Yeah, but I had to hold back with them, or else they'd be no use to us. This time, I get to really let loose! And if someone dies, well, it's their fault for being so weak."
Your eyes widened and you ripped yourself out of Shuji's grasp, earning a pathetic whine from him. You pointed an accusing finger at him. "You are not going to murder anyone tonight! I just got the carpets clean! Plus I have new furniture in the sunroom! If any of you get so much as a speck of blood on anything in my house, I swear I will kill you all myself with your own guns and make it look like a suicide!"
Shuji didn't even flinch at your threat. Instead, he gave a wide, adoring grin. He glanced over his shoulders at the other members of Bonten. "Alright men, you heard the wife. No murder tonight."
"Ah what?" Sanzu whined. "But I really want to!"
He lazily shook his head. "Nope. Not tonight. Besides, I also don't want any blood in this house either. It's too messy and a bitch to clean up."
"You didn't seem that concerned two months ago." Hajime gave a smirk, knowing he said something that was going to get Shuji in trouble.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You harshly grabbed your husband's tie. "Did you get blood in my house when I wasn't here two weeks ago? I swear if you did-"
"Jeez woman." His smooth voice stopped you, as he continued to grin at you. "I thought you said to keep the innuendos for when we're alone. Keep this up and you're going to make me-"
You release his tie with a scowl. "You're disgusting."
"And you're sexy as hell when you're angry." He shook his head. "Oh, we are so having fun when I get home tonight."
You scoffed and folded your arms over your chest. You refused to show him how hot and bothered you were getting. "You have your mission from Mikey to carry out. You all should be heading out. Get out of my house and don't come back if you're all covered in blood."
"Will do, boss lady." Ran gave you a mock salute before ushering the other members out of the estate.
Shuji, on the other hand, lingered for a moment. He gave you a seductive wink. "Since I can't be covered in blood when I get back, I want you in that little red number I love when I get back."
"We'll see." You snapped, though you already knew what you were changing into when he left.
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— 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐒 ?! : hanma shuji
content: f!reader. sin&punishment tattoos on your tits. he calls you doll and babydoll + playful use of the term 'slut'. he calls himself daddy. size kink, choking, manhandling, tit sucking, body marking, fingering, orgasm denial, begging.
an : god i might actually get these tats on my tits </3⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ — . ｡˚ ♡ you've always wanted to match tattoos with hanma.
you sit there, wrapped in your towel at the edge of your bed, smelling of soap and hanma's cologne, waiting for him to come home.
it's a little later than usual, but he'd sent you a message ( [18:26] shuji: i'll b home l8 baby ) so you knew to wait patiently. you also knew that as every other time that hanma came home late from work, he'd be tired and needy for you.
hungry to dig his fingers into you, sink his teeth in and relish your sweetness as it meets his insatiable tongue. it's his favourite way of winding down after a long day. and tonight is going to be special — because you've got a little surprise for him ♡.
the house is quiet as you wait, and you hear easily enough when the front door downstairs is opened. a jingle of keys, a click! and then a slight creak, as it swings ajar.
hanma doesn't call out when he comes in. there's no “i'm home!” or “i'm back sweetheart!” with him. he walks in silently, not even bothering to turn the lights on — he's like a panther stalking prey in the dark, as he saunters in and makes his way up the stairs to the bedroom.
you cup your chest with your palms as you listen intently for his footsteps, feeling the supple skin up, thinking of how his hands would feel over them. his big, calloused palms and long fingers — squeezing so harsh and good.
and then you hear his footsteps — heavy, rhythmic steps that thud closer and closer to your door, and you can't help but rub your thighs together, hot and bothered just by the thought of him and the sound of his arrival.
you watch, as the door handle twists so silently, not a single squeak — before it swings gently open.
hanma stands right outside, peeking through the narrow gap — long and lanky figure accentuated by his pinstriped suit, hair falling over one eye in wavy blonde and black locks, the round lenses of his glasses reflecting the light of your room, concealing his gaze.
a thrill rushes up your spine when his mouth eases into that sly, lopsided grin. “baby.” he croons.
he kicks the door open with one foot, stepping in. the door slams against the wall with a bang, and he chuckles in amusement when it startles you — and his grin only widens as he eyes you up. “you feelin’ your tits up, huh? made you wait too long tonight, did i?”
god, his voice makes you go insane. and he's so tall — so big, shoulders so wide and legs so long as he stops in front of you and bends at the waist to lean closer. those lidded eyes glinting gold behind his glasses as he smiles down at you, watching you squirm.
“daddy's home now, babydoll.” he giggles, knowing that it flusters you. “and he's ready to play.”
“shuji.” you breathe, caught off guard by his presence, the heat that radiates from him, his scent of cigarettes and dior invading your senses and rendering you just slightly dizzy — and your hands slip from your chest, towel falling loose to reveal what you've been keeping for him as a surprise.
and there's silence for a minute. you think you hear hanma's breath catch in his throat.
his eyes drop to your tits — to the freshly inked tattoos that stare up at him from the twin swells of your chest — pretty, black and exactly alike to the sin and punishment tattoos he has on the back of his hands.
he stares for a full minute, before he finally exhales, and exclaims with his eyes lit up— “dollface, you didn't.”
he falls to his knees at the foot of the bed, still at eyelevel with you because he's just that fucking big, and places his hands on your knees to push them apart so he can get closer, between your legs. “let me see ‘at, let me see.”
one hand latches at your waist, big and warm as he grips you, sliding his palm up your ribs and sending shivers up your spine. stretching his thumb out, he presses into the tender flesh of your left breast, rubbing a circle into punishment.
“m—mm,” you whine, arching into his touch, all of a sudden realizing that you're sitting on the bed wearing nothing, and that hanma is fully clothed, in his expensive two piece suit. it makes you feel vulnerable — and turns you on even more. “wanted to—to match your tattoos. you know? like a little symbol that shows i belong to you.”
the corners of his lips quirk up at that, as he glances up at your face for a second. his thumb keeps rubbing circles into your tattoo, grazing your nipple ever so slightly each time, and you can feel your patience running thin. “how you belong to me, hm? tch, such a good fuckin’ thing for me. you want to be branded?”
his other hand, that had remained on your right knee, starts to move then. gentle strokes up and down your thigh, slowly moving up to give your hip a little squeeze, digging his nails into the plush skin, before trailing up your waist.
sin waits atop the rise of your right breast, for his thumb to press into the black ink and give the sore skin some release. “look at that,” he grins, watching how your tits dip under the pressure of his thumbs, soft and pliable, newly marked by his trademark tattoos. “looks fuckin’ adorable, sweet doll. like you're all mine.”
his voice is deep, raspy and it cracks in all the right places — you feel hot, and with your legs spread apart like this, you can't even hide how wet you're getting with each passing second.
and even though you know he'll only tease you for it, you can't help but whisper, “shuji, please.”
“ah? speak up, baby.” he smirks, leaning even closer and letting his breath wash over your bare neck, goosebumps pricking up over your collarbones and down your arms.
his lips hover over your chest, just inches away, and you need him to press them into your skin — need him to hurry the fuck up and take a bite out of you already, before you lose your mind over the damn wait.
“need me t’ mark you up a lil more, ‘s that it?” he hums, and you can feel his words ghost over your skin. “make you really mine, yeah? with my teeth over these tattoos?”
“mhm.” you whine, desperate as you feel wetness pool out your cunt. “please, daddy.”
he squeezes your tits in his hands then, and fuck — it feels good, better than you could ever imagine or remember. a moan spills from your lips, body tilting forward — but he suddenly has his hand pressed flat against the middle of your chest, and without warning, he shoves you onto the bed.
the impact of your back against the mattress is cushioned, but the air is still knocked from your lungs in a gasp — and hanma chuckles again, climbing on top of you and tugging the towel away from underneath your body, throwing it aside.
“get down f’me then.” he reaches up for a moment to loosen his tie, and you stare up at sin with hazy eyes, until he's got his hand wrapped around your throat. he pushes his knee between your legs, and the material of his slacks feels delicious against your puffy clit as you grind on him, slick soaking through so pathetically quick. “let me taste you, a’right?”
“need it, shuji. need it so bad.” his smell and warmth overwhelm you — the space between your bodies so minimal, that you can nearly feel how heavy he is as he hovers over you. he's big, so deliciously big.
“fuck—” he groans when you reach over to squeeze at his boner, loving how his cock twitches against your fingers through his pants. he's so receptive, it's so obvious how badly he wants to eat you up.
“ah-ah, naughty slut.” he recovers quick enough, giving your throat a squeeze and clicking his tongue as he lets go, grabbing your wrist and pinning your arm beside your head. his grip is strong, hand so big and rough. “‘s my turn first. yeah? so behave.”
he wraps his hand back around your throat, forcing you to tilt your head up and gasp for air as he finally bends down and latches his lips around your tits.
“hngh, shuji—” his tongue is long, wet and sticky as he circles the hot tip around the sensitive bud of your nipple, hollowing his cheeks in and letting out a pleasured groan as he sucks at the soft flesh.
“mmm,” he moans, nose pressed to your skin, sucking in a lungful of your scent, tasting your soap and his perfume and you at the back of his throat. and as he takes his mouth off your tits with a wet pop — trailing his lips over to the tattoos, he whispers in a drawl, “say my name again, babydoll. tell me you're mine. should fuckin’ sear it into your head, heh.”
“i'm yours!” you moan — and he rewards you by sliding one hand back down to your hip and giving you another squeeze before cupping his palm at your pussy.
“all yours, shuji. all yours,” you repeat, encouraging — and he laughs into your skin, a low rumble that spreads tingles through your limbs. “of course you're all mine, look how fuckin’ wet you are. just ‘cause i called you a sweet thing ‘nd sucked these tits of yours?”
his fingers slip between the puffy folds of your cunt, dipping into the dripping hole for a moment before trailing slowly up to your clit — and he gives the little pearl a flick, chuckling when he feels your body jerk underneath him in response.
“sh—shuji, don't tease!” you beg, and his lidded eyes glitter with lust and excitement as he meets yours. “hey, let me have my fun now, dollface. y’re my little toy, aren't you?”
and immediately, your face heats up, tongue falling still — so weak to his smooth talk and that heavy stare of his. you look away, squeezing your eyes shut because fuck, he's all over you right now — no matter where you looked, you could still see him and feel him.
“hah,” he smirks down at you. “that's what i thought.”
his dick throbs underneath his slacks as he slides his fingers deeper into your cunt, feeling your walls clench desperately around the thickness and length of his digits. and just as a little treat, he finds that sweet spot of yours and curls his fingers in nice and hard—
“fuck, shuji—” your eyes open up, rolling back into your head, back arching as you scramble to grab at his clothed bicep. “nngh, more. please.”
“aww,” he coos, “all pent up for me, huh? need daddy to make you feel good so bad.”
“yes, need you—” he does it again, laughing when your begging is cut short by another moan. his mouth finds your chest again, front teeth and canines sinking into the plush skin as his tongue laps at your nipple, biting an arch over sin before doing the same to punishment, your pretty gasps and cries of pleasure and pain nearly drowned out by his heavy, strained groan.
“god, baby,” hanma breathes, ignoring the way you whine as he slips his fingers out of your cunt for a moment, leaving you fluttering around nothing as he pops the digits into his mouth and sucks at the slick coated on them. “shit — think i need you, sweet doll. sweet fuckin' thing.”
“give it back,” you beg, needing his fingers, needing him to hit that spot and press into it again, again and again. “please daddy, give it back.”
“a'right, dollface, calm your tits,” he chuckles, but you don't even hear his stupid little joke because he slips his fingers back in your pussy at the same time, and your vision blurs, the ringing in your ears getting so much louder with the increase in pleasure.
he rubs at your clit, letting go of your wrist now so he can watch how you grab at your own tits, feeling the marks he left on them with his teeth as you kick your legs under him and beg mindlessly for more. “little doll wants a fucking so bad, ah?”
“mhm,” you mumble, and he kisses you, his tongue meeting yours and wrapping around it, teeth clicking together as you lean up, wanting more.
“if ya want it so bad,” hanma rasps in between kisses, half joking. “then don't you dare cum just yet.”
“h—” your breath catches in your throat. “why?”
“heh,” he smiles, showing teeth. amused by the way your eyes widen in shock and how your voice lowers with indignance. “cause daddy said so, dollface. i'm saying you're only allowed to cum on my cock, yeah?”
you want to be good. you really do.
but right now, the fact that hanma is still fully clothed and doesn't even have his dick in you yet — it's driving you crazy.
you'd behave and endure his games, usually. but not this time. how can he expect you to control yourself when he's making you feel so good — just with his hands and his mouth? you need more. “no.”
reaching up, you grab at his jacket and pull him ontop of you — wanting his heavy weight, his heat and his boner on you. “baby,” hanma chides, barely getting his hand out from between your legs before your bodies collide. sympathy dripping from the rasp of his voice. “so fucking needy tonight? did ya drink something before i got home or somethin'?”
“no,” you whine again, too busy enjoying his pressure, the feel of his dick, hard and heavy against your bare thigh, to come up with a good response.
too needy for his cock to tell him properly that you've been wanting this since so early this morning, when you'd gone to get the tattoos as soon as he was out of town for his meeting. that even while the lady was soothing your nonexistent anxieties and talking away while inking the kanji onto your tits, you'd been thinking about him.
about him and about his reaction to your pretty tits being marked by his very own tattoos.
so delirious, you can't tell him you've been wanting him all fucking day, and even before today you've been wanting this to happen all fucking month ever since you got the idea — so you just grab his face, the harsh line of his jaw digging into your palm, and drag him in for another kiss.
“can't take it tonight, shuji. need you too much, 'n i know you're tired, too.” you say into the kiss, hoping the feel of your plush thighs against his dick and your tits squished against his chest will be enough, along with your sweet kisses and your voice, to convince him to reward you rather than punish you.
taking his face in your hands, you pull him back in when he tries to pull away. “please, daddy. just — just want you to make me yours.”
and hanma just can't resist.
“fine, fine.” the groan he lets out into your mouth is in sync with the twitch of his cock. his hands find your waist again — big, big hands feeling your naked body all up before he straightens up onto his knees on the bed, tugging at his belt.
you hook your legs around his waist, cupping your tits and showing them off to him, and he grins, the gold of his eyes wicked.
“wanna be fucked senseless so bad, ah?” he chuckles, throwing the belt aside, taking his jacket off before unzipping his pants and pulling out his big, big cock.
“mhm,” you stare at it, so long and beautifully curved upwards, the tip drooling a pearl of precum that trails down to his full, heavy balls — and you almost wish you could lick it up. “please, shuji.”
and when you look up into his eyes, you know he's about to do everything you'd been daydreaming about, and more.
“yeah.” hanma breathes, giving himself one good stroke, fist around his girth, before taking your legs and throwing them over his shoulders.
the triumph you feel at being able to win hanma over, when usually you know that if you begged like that he'd only toy around with you more, sits bright in your gaze as you smile all giddy up at him. “mmm, missed you too much. 'm sorry.”
you say sorry, but there's not an ounce of apology in you. hanma smiles anyway. “don't hafta be sorry, baby. 's how i like you.”
eager to be fucked. such a slut for his cock. even getting his tattoos on your tits, just to be all his and only his. god, hanma loves you.
“and whatever my babydoll wants,” he leans back down to kiss at your chest, tongue lazily licking at the tattoos once more, before he angles himself at your entrance, meeting your lips with his again so he can eat up your whine as he works his tip into your cunt. “my babydoll gets.”
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FOOLISH ONE : you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson !
— maybe should've listened to your friends when they warned you about hanma shuji
includes! hanma shuji x fem! reader
warnings! angst, hanma is an asshole (let's be real though, it's hanma we're talking abt 😭), obvious redflags, profanity, crying crying crying, break up
note! hello, it's me. ms. posts something then disappears. i'm sorry for ghosting u guys & my smaus 😭
"him again, huh?" to say the least, your friends were unimpressed that you came to them crying the morning after your 3rd month with Hanma.
Hina sighed, "listen, I'm all for helping them become a better person but it's been three months and I don't see any improvement in his behavior at all"
"and this isn't the first time he didn't show up to your plans. why are you even settling for the guy?" Emma says, visibly trying to control herself from throwing insults at your boyfriend, if you could even consider him that, because as much as she wants to she knows that that's not what you need right now.
"and not to mention, you've been a mess ever since that thing came into your life. just break up with him already y/n. don't settle for a guy like that, you deserve so much more" Yuzuha rubs a comforting hand against your back, "it also hurts us seeing you heartbroken because of some..guy you know"
you sobbed, "that's the thing! I don't know why I can't stop myself from seeing him, I don't even know how I ended up dating him!"
"personally, I think you're out of options. do you want me to introduce you to Mikey-nii? you haven't met him yet, right?" Emma was only half-joking, of course
"now is not the time Ems" Hina lightly slapped Emma's shoulder
after a few more minutes, you've finally calmed down, "I've decided, I'm breaking up with him"
the girls immediately engulfed you in a hug, each of them giving you their goodluck.
the break up went successfully, Hanma didn't try to stop you nor did he seem to care. and while he didn't make it hard for you to end things with him, it made it hard for you to move on and get yourself together.
you spent at least 3 months crying over him, wondering if you made the right decision, which your friends reassured you that you did.
after all your crying, you started focusing more on yourself, friends, school, and family. and your friends couldn't be any happier as they watched how fast you were improving.
but 6 months after your break up and 3 months into your improvements, Hanma Shuji somehow managed to slither his way into your life again.
"hey" your breath hitched upon hearing his voice because what the fuck is he doing outside your classroom? you ignore his presence and continue to walk down the hallway, silently wishing that he's not waiting for you, that would make you feel better.
"don't ignore me" Hanma easily caught up to your retreating figure. you continue to walk as if he wasn't walking right behind you.
and just as you step foot out of the school premises, Hanma pulls you to the nearest alleyway.
but even when it was just the two of you, you refused to look up, you refused to show him the tears building up in your eyes.
"I'm sorry" you stay silent, not looking up or moving an inch
"I was an asshole" he was yet again met by silence, "but I've been thinking about you..since we broke up and I know it's late but I've only come to realize this"
Hanma sighed, "I love—"
"don't you fucking dare!" you finally look up, tears spilling out. "but—"
"NO!" you feel the small and sharp rocks in the alleyway pierce your skin when you fell to your knees, "It's unfair, you can't just— you can't just treat me like bullshit, not give a fuck when I break up with you, and suddenly come to my life a few months later to tell me that you love me!" you sob into your hands, all your hardwork and improvements these past 6 months were immediately washed down the drain.
"I'm sorry—"
"No! fuck you and your stupid fucking apology!" you gather the remaining strength in your body to stand up and walk away
you are not the exception, you remind yourself of Emma's hurtful but truthful words
Hanma won't make a change for you. Hanma won't make you an exception.
"I'll change!" Hanma engulfs you in a back hug, "for you. I'll do everything it takes to win you back, I'll treat you better, anything..just please give me a chance"
you let out a shaky breath as Hanma turned you around, "I love you" he whispers
tears slip out once more and he cups your face to wipe them with his thumb, "I fucking hate you" he continues to wipe your seemingly never ending stream of tears
"I know..it's okay, you have every right" a kiss on your forehead was all it took to break your cracked resolve, "may I..." his face inched closer to yours and when you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, he closed the gap.
you will never learn your lesson
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༉‧₊˚. episode 02: right here
preview: ". . . It triggered a chain of thoughts that was unstoppable like a relentless river. It sculpted its route through the toughest ground, unyielding in its attempt to carve Shuji’s touch into your memory. Now, he existed in both realms for you. A boy that had once seemed so intimidating being the subject of your dreams was your last straw. Therefore, you left."
content warning: cursing, mention of violence.
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➜ episode one
➜ masterlist [echoes of time]
Who would’ve known that Hanma would continue to torment you even after his departure? You haven’t seen the man in a few days, however you can count the hours you’ve spent thinking about him—of his dual toned hair, his golden eyes boring into yours. The way his grip on your hips was firm yet so gentle, a contrast to how he seemed to be living his life. His presence lingers in every corner of your mind, your goodbyes bittersweet.
He was the subject of your every dream, and when the first ray of sunlight hits your face, you are painfully reminded that he wasn’t next to you anymore—you didn’t even want him to be next to you! You start to blame your own celibacy. Your lack of action must’ve taken a toll on you if you were having embarrassing dreams of a man you barely hung out with for an hour.
As you prepare your morning coffee and plan out the rest of your day—Saturdays were for cleaning, you hated cleaning on Sundays. Even as you scribble down on your notepad, your thoughts wander away and find refuge in the forefront of your mind where your most recent dream plays on repeat.
It’s a teenager Hanma, a sight you never thought you’d see again. He looks the same, maybe a bit younger and far more excited to impose himself on those around him. It’s near sunset, Hanma drags you to the same ramen shop you visit on Fridays before heading home. He orders a tokotsu with extra pork belly and spicy miso broth, whereas you opt for your usual order of shoyu ramen. Your seats are close to one another, something you’ve learned to get used to. Hanma was a touchy person, often discarding his respect for other’s boundaries yet somehow, you were an exception of that. The only time he ever imposed himself, or his touch on you was when you were walking together and a ground of rebels dared start a fight in his neighborhood. His hands rested on your shoulders before he leaned down to whisper “stand back” in your ear—a habit you realize didn’t wither away over the years—before moving towards the group of rebels. They left defeated.
Your orders are here, and steam rises from the bowls in gentle wisps. You feel your mouth watering at the combinations of vegetables, chicken and soy sauce based broth. The texture is lighter than Hanma’s ramen, but you find that you’re more fond of the complex flavors that envelop your senses than the ones the tonkotsu offers.
“It’s hot,” he says in a deep voice, but as a teenager his voice still cracks. “Be careful.”
You’re not sure why your dream is so vivid, why it is offering so many details after a single meeting with the tall man? But you continue down dreamland lane, and you recall more specifics.
“Ah!” you hold a hand to your mouth, your spoon resting near your bowl as you start to blow out the steam from your hot meal. You should’ve listened to him.
“Told you to be careful,” he sounds annoyed, but still reaches for your face to grab it. You don’t fight back, his rough hand holding your jaw like a rag doll. “Open up.” He takes notice of your swollen lips, then you stick out your tongue and it’s reddened—clearly affected by the hot broth.
“You risked your mouth for this, silly girl.” His eyes glance up to yours and he chuckles at the way you’re glaring at him. He lets you close your mouth, but doesn’t pull away from your jaw. You’re used to him staring you down like this, it was Hanma after all. A figure shrouded in malice and darkness, holding Shinjuku’s streets in an unwavering, iron grip—one that eases up in your presence, because no one’s ever seen him act the way that he does with you. His soft stares and less unhinged persona are reserved for you and only you, and one could swear you put him under a spell. But which? And how could you? A mere conversation with him on your way out of school, offering him water and asking if he was okay despite the blood coating his clothes not being his was all he needed to lessen the glares and soften the punches.
“I want water,” you blurt out, getting yourself out of his grip and breaking the eye contact that had your stomach twisting in knots. He doesn’t look away, watches as you continue to soothe your tongue by fanning it. Getting up from his seat, he walks towards the small fridge in the corner of the shop before grabbing a bottle of cold water.
He hands you the bottle and before you could thank him properly, you feel his lips collide against yours so softly—you would never think that the boy was kissing you. Because he wasn’t, he gave you a small peck and then proceeded into his seat like nothing happened. Maybe he was aiming for the corner of your mouth, maybe he didn’t mean to get so close to you—
“I knew if I didn’t do it now, I’d never do it.” Referring to the kiss. But then again, the tapestry woven from your imagination doesn’t seem to be the result of reality blurring with fiction—but rather a trip down memory lane.
Your pen falls from your hand as you hold a hand to your mouth and lean back in your leather seat.
He kissed you. He kissed you when you were teenagers and that’s why your bond was never the same. Navigating a relationship as kids must’ve been a strange and foreign area, and instead of communicating things—you two never spoke to one another again and each went their own way.
No wonder the memories of the man had a beam of sunlight cast upon them, you felt too warm as you remembered your times with him—but to forget such a detail…You want to smack yourself on the forehead.
Something on your wooden desk vibrates and you reach for your phone all whilst trying to process what you just remembered. However, you choke on your coffee when you read the contents of the messages.
XX
you never changed your phone number did you?
Could it be him? There was no way he kept your phone number—you read that it’s an unknown sender, but for some reason your gut is telling you to text back and find out who it was.
you
who is this?
XX
why so formal, doll? It’s me.
You can see the grin behind the screen, and you get this violent urge to smack him.
you
where did you get my phone number
XX
never deleted it
He doesn’t beat around the bush as always.
you
and? do you need something?
XX
to open the door for me
What—there was no way. You scramble out of your seat and out of your office, your phone still in your hands. You’re about to reach for the entrance door until you feel your phone buzz again.
just kidding
but do look out of your balcony
This time, you’re not sure if he is telling the truth. You hesitate for a few moments, staring down at your screen. Even if he was standing outside your building, you’re not sure if this was safe. If he was safe. Then your phone buzzes again, this time he’s calling.
You answer the phone call but remain silent on the line, the sound of cars honking and random people walking past him is the only thing you hear until he chuckles and it resonates in your ear.
“I can see you hiding behind the curtains, doll.”
“What do you want?” you try to be appear harsh, stern but it was pretty obvious that you held no personal grudge against the man to be so cold with him. Perhaps a little scared with his unknown line of work that hinted at crime and illegal activities, deep down you knew that it was only a matter of time before Hanma crept his way back into your life. You didn’t want to question how he was able to find out where you live—perhaps you should.
“Did you have brunch yet?”
“Huh?”
“Food, woman. Did you eat?” the answer was no. You were in the middle of having coffee when he called, and you were planning for a rather long day ahead of you so you try to decline the offer you knew was coming.
“It’s cleaning day for me.”
“I didn’t ask that.” Why was he giving you attitude?
“Yeah, but I’m saying it.” You glare at your phone as you step away from the balcony and into your room. Subconsciously, you reach for your closet and open it to see what you could wear out for brunch.
“Alright then, I’ll drop you back as soon as we finish eating. How about that?”
“And where are you taking me?”
“You’re all about detail, doll,” he doesn’t mask his amusement. “I like that.”
Trying to hide how flustered you are, you clear your throats to change the topic—remind him of your question.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Shinjuku Terrace city.”
The place he takes you to is a bustling culinary adventure located near the Shinjuku station. As you step into the lively dining complex, the smell of different kinds of foods hits your nostrils. The food hub offers a variety of restaurants and cafés, all lined up in order of what to try—first is a cute cat café that catches your attention, the smile that travels to your lips grabbing Hanma’s attention before he continues to walk in the direction of the brunch place.
It still feels like too much. Your lips remain sealed as he stops in front of a brunch place. Brooklyn Pancake House. With its charming façade and its large glass windows, it allows so much natural light to flood in and it feels like the coziest place to go to on a date.
Right, a date. This is what it felt like, but Hanma doesn’t say anything and neither do you.
As you step inside the shop, the large yet intimate dining space offers a cozy and inviting atmosphere. You weren’t ready to admit it yet, but Hanma had good taste in finding hang out spots. Speaking of which, you notice how he chooses the table in the deepest corner of the shop, away from people’s prying eyes. He sits so he can see anyone coming or exiting the establishment. You don’t question his decision, rather quietly sit facing him with your hands neatly folded over your lap.
“Jesus christ,” he chuckles. “You’re acting like I’m holding you hostage.”
Your cheeks feel warm as you scramble to grab your phone. “I’m not—I just—“
“It’s fine, that about you didn’t change as well.”
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you’re unable to bite your tongue for too long.
“I’ve grown, you know? I changed. Why suddenly come back and try to befriend me?”
That was an amazing question, worth a hefty sum of money—because Hanma wasn’t sure of the answer. Just like the other night when you asked him about his line of work, Shuji cannot provide with an actual answer. Having a routine helps raise a teenager who develops a sense of security, improved behavior and healthy habits— none of which Hanma Shuji had at fourteen. He doesn’t remember a day where his mother wasn’t drunk, but he doesn’t blame her for it. At thirteen, he catches his father in bed with another woman. He doesn’t hesitate to tell his mom, and from then on develops a raging hatred for his old man. His father tries to crawl back into his life on many occasions, but one stands out the most to the dark haired boy.
It’s a few hours until midnight, his mother was wasted on the couch and Shuji sits at the kitchen table with a chocolate bar and one lit, thin candle. There were no happy birthdays, no clapping like the previous years—just a home that was slowly crumbling and a boy easing his way into a life of drugs and violence. He hears a knock at the door, at first not bothering to get it, when the banging intensifies is when he reaches for the door knob and twists.
“Shuji my son!” Stands the serial cheater with a pathetic look on his face. “I missed you, how are you—“
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Never had the boy spoken to his father in such tone, but the adult’s responsible and authoritative image was gone along with their memories together.
“To check on you of course--!”
That night, Hanma discovers two things. One, he is good at throwing punches. Perhaps, the best and worst thing his father’s ever done was to make him watch boxing matches with him as a kid. Two, he learns how to treat his own wounds without his drunken mother stirring awake and tossing an empty beer bottle at him.
Amidst the chaos that was his personal life, a mom that was barely present and a father having long forgotten about the family he’s made, you were the only constant in Hanma’s life. For twelve months, three hundred and sixty five days—you offered the boy what his parents failed to do for the first twelve years of his life, before eventually giving up. It’s ironic how the number twelve keeps finding him over and over again. He drops you near Okube koreatown at 9:12PM, texts you this morning at 10:12AM, doesn’t hear from you for twelve years—he hopes he doesn’t wait for another twelve to earn a seat in the comfort of your heart.
As he comes back to his senses, he notices that you’re scanning his face with a newfound curiosity—most likely wondering what’s taking him so long to reply.
“Just wanna catch up,” he grabs the menu and scans the options for coffe. “For old times’ sake.”
“Could you at least try to sound believable?” you make a face at his ridiculous statement. Despite not having seen the man for so long, you knew based on the bored expression and nonchalance about life that he hasn’t had anything exciting going on in his life for some time now.
“If I did, I’d kiss you.” He sets the menu down, now fully staring at you. “Does that sound believable to you?”
So…Blunt.
“Seriously—“
“Why did you leave?” His voice is back to its bored tone, he takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. “You know, that summer. I know we grew apart, but why did you leave?”
“I needed to start a new chapter.” You weren’t lying, but you weren’t saying the truth either. Starting fresh, enrolling into a college in a different city—those were the excuses you made for yourself and your parents in order to convince them of this huge step. Life was a mess during your first year, you dated a guy and broke up with him after a few months. There was no chemistry, yet he still ended up being the one to take your virginity. Tumbling like a house of cards, your plans for the perfect love life and its elaborate structure fell apart by the gentlest touch of Shuji’s lips. He had been your first kiss, the first to put his lips against yours, steal away something you’d cherished so dearly—annoyingly, you weren’t mad. You remember vividly the longing you felt for his lips days after the shared kiss, wanting to feel more of his touch, wondering if a kiss on the forehead would ever happen.
It triggered a chain of thoughts that was unstoppable like a relentless river. It sculpted its route through the toughest ground, unyielding in its attempt to carve Shuji’s touch into your memory. Now, he existed in both realms for you. A boy that had once seemed so intimidating being the subject of your dreams was your last straw. Therefore, you left.
“How did it go?” he stares deep into your eyes, striving to pierce through your soul and read you to filth. You aren’t sure if he’s always been like this, or if it’s something life had to teach him. Your eyes drift to his hands, noticing the familiar sin & punishment tattoos carved onto his skin. It makes your own prickle, the ghost of a searing touch tickling the back of your hands.
“How did what go?”
“The new chapter.” He adds stress on the last two words, the hint of a smirk hovering over the edge of his lips.
“It was okay, I have some friends at work,” he seems to find that funny as he snorts.
“Those aren’t your friends, baby girl. Those are your colleagues.”
“They can also be my friends,” you glare annoyingly. You don’t like when people assume they know you better than yourself, and Hanma wasn’t an exception.
He leans back against the dark leather seat, lips twitching with amusement. “Sure they can.”
The waiter come and takes your orders—a breakfast combo of pancakes, eggs and bacon for Hanma, and pancake stacks for you. He opts for a double espresso and you choose a café latte. The conversation afterwards is very limited, but neither of you seem to mind the silence. You notice how Hanma glances at his phone more than a few times, typing not so aggressively on his screen. It makes you wonder yet again—what does he do for a living?
Your food comes and you eat it silently, Shuji steals glances at you to assure that you’re enjoying the food and is amused when he sees the expression of happiness painting your features. The pancakes are light and airy with a hint of sweetness that complements the velvety smoothness of the butter. You feel like you’re floating, indulging into a celebration of comfort before you’re brought back to reality.
When it’s time to leave, Hanma’s hand finds the small of your back. A gesture as natural to him as breathing, and you fold like a house of cards in a soft breeze. You let him guide you to the car, and the silence finally comes to a halt once the door to the driver’s side opens.
“Thank you for the food.”
Hanma seems to freeze at your words, but he recovers quickly and starts the car. Without sparing you a glance, he drives off. “It’s nothing.”
“Did you stay in touch with some friends from back then?”
“Yeah, Chifuyu and I are kinda close but he works abroad so we never got the chance to meet.”
Chifuyu Matsuno. The name is more than just familiar, Hanma knows the man personally. He remembers him in his teenage years as this annoying blonde guy who would always interfere on his missions, and as Toman grew and spread its vines over the streets of Tokyo, dominating each corner, the two men were forced to interact more than either of them would enjoy. They barely acknowledged each other’s presence as kids, which was also the case for them as adult men. But upon hearing Chifuyu’s lie, Hanma can’t help but wonder just how little you know about gangs in Tokyo.
“Works abroad hm,” he taps his fingers on the steering wheel at a red light, glancing at his watch. “Did he tell you what he does exactly?”
“I never bothered to ask,” you admit. Sure, you stayed in contact but everytime you tried to ask the dark haired male what he does abroad, he would switch the topic to something else. So you dropped it. A part of you was uneasy about the whole thing, how he disappears for days and then randomly texts you from a new number—tells you it’s temporary before switching back to his old phone number.
As a law abiding citizen, you are no expert when it comes to running away from the law. However, you’ve always suspected that the group of delinquents Chifuyu and Takemichi would hang out with were up to no good, even as teenagers. Revenge crimes, visceral and intense fights. It was ruthless back then, the teenagers combatting one another with a ferocity that left you disinterested and repulsed.
Moving back to Shinjuku refreshes your memory a bit. Years spent away from your hometown made you forget about the violence you had witnessed as an adolescent. Prior to meeting Hanma Shuji, Chifuyu boasted about Toman all the time. He had introduced you to the concept of biker gangs, mentioning each and every name he could remember. Black dragons, Tenjuku, Valhalla—and obviously the one he was in. A notorious and influential force on the streets of Tokyo, operating under the command of Sano Manjiro himself. You understood the pride Chifuyu took in belonging to such a well organized biker gang, perhaps finding it fascinating that they were able to function within such structured hierarchy.
Upon hearing that Chifuyu lost his friend in one of these brutal fights, you lost interest in them. But the names are like shadows that forever linger at the tip of your tongue.
Before leaving Tokyo, you had heard that Toman was spreading. Like a creeping shadow of dusk, it’s enveloped the town. Its influence a ferocious power that couldn’t be stopped but the thought of it performing illegal activities never crossed your mind. You’d turn on the TV every once in a while and frown when there’s yet another morbid announcement.
Breaking news: "Two people identified to be 26 year old HINATA TACHIBANA and 25 year old NAOTO TACHIBANA tragically die amidst a violent clash between two rival gangs, one of which identified as the Tokyo Manji Gang."
Your memory is like a dusty attic and upon hearing the familiar name, your heart stills. Like a treasure long forgotten, craving to be discovered, Toman reappears at the forefront of your mind. A timeworn tapestry, each thread holding the echoes of past and barely any interactions with the biker gang.
Reaching for your phone, your thumbs hover over the screen, contemplating whether you should start typing the message. Surely, you were wrong. There was no way for someone as sweet as him to be involved in such monstrous group of people.
hey
you haven’t texted me in a while
how’s everything?
You received a response five days later from an unknown number. It served as proof to confirm your suspicions.
Glancing back at Hanma, your eyes take in every small detail about the man. From his freshly shaved beard, his sharp jawline and cheeks littered with barely visible acne scars—to his lips that happen to sit in their usual frown. His lashes are surprisingly long, they flutter against his cheeks every time he blinks. Stealing a quick glance at his neck, there’s a tantalizing glimpse of dark ink peeking from beneath the fabric of his top. You let your brain go over the never ending possibilities of what could be adorning his skin, somehow leading you down a path of sinful fantasies—you pinch your own thigh.
He exudes an aura of authority and power, his confident and composed demeanor enhancing his charm. For now, you leave the subject of his work at the table and walk away from it with a shadow of doubt. You’ll come back to it when ready.
You ignore the gnawing feeling that you should look more into it, that youu should press him about the matter. Clearly, he's not ready to talk about it.
Or he simply can't.
➜ ┊: here's chapter 2! i have a whole list of headcanons concerning shuji's past or rather childhood and none of them are happy. but you'll notice that stuff like that comes haunting him back as an adult. anyway, hope you enjoyed reading!
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THINGS I THINK THE :
MAFIA!TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS WILL DO FOR YOU.
TW : Gore, Description of Torture, Killing, and Reader death, female reader, Mafia themes, gun violence, shooting, blood.
All boys are aged up don't come at me.
All characters except reader belong to Ken Wakui i do not own them.
Don't steal my idea or I'll hunt you down :D.
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Context:
Y/N L/N the wife of the most dangerous Mafioso in the of Tokyo having an undettering face of cold ruthlessness and having a uninterested facade is only sweet for his lovely darling YOU.
But...
What happens if the mafia organizations having grudge on your husband go after the unsuspecting sweet little bunny of the dangerous mob boss.
YOU.
Scenario:
"My sweet darling! I'm home and I brought your favorite choco chip pastry from the bakery!"
"Why is it dark honey?" He chuckles
He turns on the light and what he sees makes his blood run horribly cold.
The entire mansion was ransacked.
The table broken, cabinets upturned and His darling's favourite flower vase shattered.
He drops the box and runs frantically up the stairs pulling out his gun for the the holster to the both of your shared grand bedroom.
He breaks down the door and what he sees makes him turn unhinged.
His darling... Laying on the center of the bed fully bled out.
Five holes on the chest, three in the temple and four in the stomach and two in your abdomen.
But your eyes were stuck open, the life in them drained a long time ago.
He walks over to you, eerily silent kneels on the bed his eyes trembling and hands fiercely cradling you to his chest and he buried your cold little face into the crook of his neck.
"I'm so sorry for being late my dove, forgive this asshole."
"I'll take revenge for you my dove just you see."
"I'll murder those son of bitches and feed their bones to the wolves I swear on your life darling."
He kisses your forehead looking into the empty void of your eyes and closes them by his hand his tears running down his anguished face.
His eyes frantically and disturbingly wide not even once blinking looking into your dead ones...
As he caressed your hair on tenderly kissing you on the forehead right where the bullet mark was present...
God did his heart hurt.
His lips trembled as he spoke but not the words..
They were spoken loudly and fully finalized...
TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS WHO :
♡ Would be the one to hunt down your murderer
And brutally and ferally slaughter that bastard
That includes.
Gouging their eyeballs, Their brains from their noses, waterboarding them till their last seconds of consciousness, Skinning them alive, flaying them, dipping them in acid.
And lastly shooting them exactly the number of times and the precise location that monster shot you.
Which totals to 14 times.
And then fed them to the wolves of and burning the bones.
"Revenge taken my little dove... Just as I promised."
He whispered quietly to no one as he smoked a cigarette and looked up at the night sky full of stars shining brightly than usual.
With tears dripping endlessly down his emotionless visage.
"I see you looking after and smiling at me darling keep doing that."
He exhaled his smoke through his nose smiling painfully.
"Because soon I'll be joining you up there my love..."
Characters : HANMA , KISAKI , Izana, Kakucho, Ran, KAZUTORA, Rindou, Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, SANZU SANZU SANZU.
#drabble#fem reader#angst#angst no comfort#tokyo rev x you#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo revengers#mafia au#kisaki tetta#sano manjiro#hanma shuji#kazutora hanemiya#baji keisuke#ryuguji ken#mitsuya takashi#kurokawa izana#haitani ran#haitani rindou#tw death#reader death#hitto kakucho#sanzu haruchiyo
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Part of your world
A young merman prince falling in love with a young human woman. But, does he get his happily ever after?
Shinichiro x fem!Reader
Angst no comfort
A/n: Sorry for taking FOREVER to finish this! Anyways enjoy! (I recommend listening to part of your world reprise ll while reading, made me so emotional listening to it while writing lol)
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Loud cheers and fireworks could be heard as everyone danced and sang to their heart's content. Music and singing could be heard as everyone were enjoying themselves. You played your flute as you danced along with everyone else.
Today is your 18th birthday. And you managed to convince your parents to let you celebrate your birthday out here in the sea. They didn’t like the idea at first and suggested celebrating your birthday at the palace. But after lots of convincing and having your royal butler help you convince your parents, they agreed.
Beers were passed around as everyone sang along and you couldn’t be happier.
“Hey grim! You should come dance and celebrate with the rest of us!” You shout to your dear butler.
“That would be nice but I still haven’t yet showed you your birthday gift that your parents gave you”
“That can wait grimy! First come dance and celebrate with the rest of us!” You shout cheerfully as you grab his arm and guide him to dance.
“Y/n! I know you’re excited and having a great time which I’m very glad you are but please-“
“La la la can’t hear youuu~”
You spin him around as the poor man gets dizzy. You giggle before continuing to play the flute which maxi, your dog, gets very excited to hear.
As you all danced and sang, a very curious young creature peeks its head above the surface. His eyes wide as he watches the fireworks go off in the dark night sky. He watches in awe as the humans danced.
Humans are such fascinating creatures
He watched as they danced and sang as some played instruments while others sat down and cheered for the ones who were dancing.
He always loved watching the humans who sailed out into the sea. Especially when they throw big parties like this.
But what really captured the young merman’s attention was you.
A fine young human woman who danced with the rest of the crew with a big smile on your face. Eyes shining bright like the stars as you laughed and danced.
He smiles as he watches you. You look absolutely divine.
The young merman then swims a bit closer to get a better view. He manages to climb up the ship a bit and sits down near a crack where he can see everyone better.
He stays quiet as everyone soon quiets down. He curiously watches as a man clears his throat before talking.
“I’m very pleased that everyone is enjoying themselves. Especially y/n who is the birthday girl” You playfully rolled your eyes as you played with your flute.
Shinichiro's eyes then turned to you as you sat down near some steps. The young merman can feel his heart flutter as he stares at you.
You look absolutely beautiful up close
His attention then shifted to a group of men who brought out something big from one of the rooms in the ship. Shinichiro curiously watches as the man continues to talk before removing the big cloth that soon revealed a statue. But not just any statue, it was a statue of you.
You got up from where you were sitting before inspecting the statue.
“Mm not bad” You say.
“Your father had this made for you. He was very excited for you to see that me and your mother had to calm him down before he got the chance to spoil your birthday gift” You giggled at that. You know how excited your father gets when he gets you something that he really wants to show you.
As shinichiro continues to peek through the crack, maxi runs up to him before excitedly licking his face which makes shinichiro giggle. No one was paying attention as all the attention was on you. As Shinichiro continues to pet and giggle at the strange creature in front of him, he suddenly hears panic shouts along with the ship moving rapidly.
He looks up only to see rain and thunder.
It was a storm
His eyes widen as he looks at the crack and sees everyone run around in a panic. Shinichiro quickly jumps off as people start throwing down smaller boats as lightning hits the ship. He manages to create some distance between him and the ship. He watches as people hurriedly jump off the ship to get on the boats. The ship suddenly catches on fire which creates an even bigger panic. Everyone shouts commands left and right and while all this was happening, shinichiro was looking everywhere for you.
He feels relieved when he sees you on one of the smaller boats. But then he sees the look of panic in your face as you look around frantically. A sudden bark catches both you and Shinichiro's attention as you see maxi. She was still on the ship.
You jump off the boat as you swim near the ship. Ignoring grim who was worriedly calling out for you to get back on the boat.
“Hey girl, c'mon jump!” You say as maxi continues to bark. You know she probably feels scared and confused but you wanted her to jump so you can both swim to safety. Realizing she wasn’t going to jump off any time soon. You started thinking about what to do. Maxi whines and whimpers caused you to do the unthinkable.
You climb back on the ship as grim and the rest of your crew shouted at you to get down. But you ignored them. Maxi safety was your first priority at the moment.
“C’mere girl! C’mon! Don’t be scared!” She hurriedly runs past the fire as she jumps in your arms. Suddenly, you hear the sound of wood snapping and you immediately throw maxi off the ship as a big piece of wood fell. You manage to dodge it just in time before it could crush you.
You hear maxi barking and you turn around to see her safely in the boat with grim by her side who looked like he was about ready to pass out.
“Y/n! Please get off the ship, it's dangerous!” But before you could shout back, you could feel the floor starting to crack and the ship was now starting to sink. The fire also has gotten worse and spread everywhere as you desperately tried to find a way out.
“Fuck it” And you jumped off the ship.
All the other boats were far away so you tried to desperately swim back to grim and maxis boat. But as you did, the waves have just gotten bigger. You tried and tried to swim but you couldn’t as the waves pushed you further and further away. Maxi barks worriedly as you struggle to swim to their boat. Grim’s worried shouts were slowly going muffled as you let the waves and water drag you down.
I’m going to die aren’t I?
But before you could let your consciousness slip away, you see a strange figure swim towards you. The last thing you saw was a man with black hair and eyes.
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Grim searched for you everywhere as the ship went down. Yelling commands and telling everyone to keep an eye out for you.
But the more they search, their hope’s for finding you alive and well disappear.
The princess was dead….
Shinichiro saw all this go down. The moment he saw those waves take you down he quickly swam after you. He looked around desperately until he saw you. He put his arm around your shoulder as he started dragging you back up to the surface. The moment the two of you were up, he turned to see that everyone was gone. He turns to you to see your face.
Even in this state, you make his heart flutter.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take you somewhere safe”
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The moment grim and the rest of the crew arrive back to the palace, the king and queen were in shambles.
Your father ordered for a rescue team to go and look for you as your mother cried. They couldn’t believe it. Just yesterday you were here and in high spirits because they allowed you to go celebrate your birthday out in the sea! And now you’re gone?!
No!
No one will rest until their daughter is back safe and sound! And if you really are dead, then they won’t stop until they retreat your body from the deep sea!
Grim can only sit down in guilt for not being able to do the one thing he swore to your parents the day you were born. Protect you.
“Please come back….”
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“SHINICHIRO! PLEASE GET OVER HERE YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE UP HERE IN THE OPEN LIKE THAT!” The small fish yelled out. Shinichiro could only stare at you in awe as he watched you sleep.
Cute
“Shinichiro!”
“Yes flounder?” Still not paying attention to his fish friend as the small fish huffs.
“Shin! We need to go now! Your grandfather would be angry if he finds out you are up here on the surface! Especially if he finds out you saved a human!”
The young man sighs before moving a piece of hair out of your face. He smiles, how can someone be so beautiful?
“Shin-“ Suddenly, a loud bark could be heard in the distance. Shinichiro's eyes widen as he looks up to see the same strange creature from the ship last night. He gasps before looking down at you again and then to his friend flounder who's freaking out and telling shinichiro to hurry and get in the water.
“Shin hurry!”
“I am I am!” He yells as he takes one last look at you. But as he did, he notices that you’re slowly starting to wake up. Your eyes slowly open and you wince as the harsh sun blinded you. But as you looked at your surroundings, you notice a young man staring at you.
He was a bit blurry but you could still make out his appearance. Shin smiles before quickly diving back in the water. He hides behind a nearby rock as you groan about the headache that you’re having. Maxi barks get louder as she excitedly licked your face while a surprised yet relieved man picks up the pace and starts rushing towards you.
Shinichiro only watches as the strange male picks you up. Your eyes were now fully opened and you could see the worried look on the males face.
Shinichiro only hopes he can see you again soon….
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When your parents saw you in the arms of a young man, they couldn’t be more relieved to see you alive! You were quietly staring at the young man who “saved” you as your mother and father along with grim and some other servants rush to your aid.
Was this him? Did he save you? Is this your hero?
The mysterious man hands you off to your father who quickly orders the servants to call in the royal doctor. Everyone is in a rush to make sure you’re okay. Grim is relieved to see you again and well but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt. He was still angry at himself for not being able to protect you that night.
You get taken away by the doctors as both your mother and father thank the man. The man just politely bows, telling your parents that it was nothing and that he’s glad you are okay.
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You have been in your bed for days. Not once did you want to get up from the comfort of your own bed. You’ve been thinking hard the past few days, especially about what happened that night.
Your memory is still a bit fuzzy but the feeling of someone’s hands wrapped around your body before you fell unconscious.
Did the man from a few days ago save you that night?
You tried real hard to remember anything about that person’s face. But nothing.
At some point you just let it go and think maybe it’s someone you hallucinated while in the brink of death.
No man can possibly be out in those dangerous waters without a ship, right?
“Ashley” The timid maid flinched before quickly rushing to your side.
“Yes miss y/n?”
“Tell my parents I want to meet the man that saved me”
“Of course miss y/n!”
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You stared at the man in front of you as he nervously smiles before bowing.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you miss y/n!” You continued to stare.
Black hair
But
Green eyes
Green eyes….
Did he always have green eyes?
No…you could’ve sworn they were black
Must’ve been the sun then…
“Thank you”
“Huh?”
“For saving me, thank you” His cheeks turned bright red as you smiled.
Whoa…what a gorgeous smile
He thinks.
“I-it’s nothing! Really! I’m just glad that I was able to find you and return you to your family safely!”
How…kind
“What’s your name?”
“Vincent! Vincent DeRoss”
“Nice to meet you Vincent” He just nods and you find his shyness cute.
But something told you that this isn’t the man that saved you.
But what can you do? He was the one who brought you back home.
Maybe I’m still not over the incident…
Yeah that has to be it
-
You spent the last few weeks with Vincent. You found out that he came from a noble family. He has a passion for art, cooking, and writing.
Many men nowadays don’t have much passion about anything. But Vincent was different.
He’s such a gentleman and a good person from what you seen the last couple weeks.
Vincent was sitting on a bench while you sat on the ground with your head down on the bench. You stared at Vincent as he read to you.
He has such a smoothing voice.
But, it doesn’t sound like the same voice you heard that night.
Don’t worry, I’ll take you somewhere safe
That voice…no…they don’t sound the same
Not even close
“Y/n?” Your eyes met his green ones.
Green…they’re green, not black.
“Mm?” Vincent shyly smiles.
“It’s getting late. I think it’s time for me to go” You look up and notice how the sky has started to become dark.
“Mm you’re right”
“We can finish the book tomorrow. Only have a few pages left” You smile before nodding. He smiles before getting up from the bench. He helps you up as you dust off any dirt on your dress.
“Thank you for reading to me again Vincent. Sorry for causing trouble”
“No it’s fine! Besides, I-I love reading to you” You raise a brow in surprise as the poor man’s face becomes red. You giggle before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you. I appreciate it” the poor boy couldn’t trust himself to speak so he only nods.
After Vincent left, you decided that sleep should wait a bit more. You walk down the sandy shore. The cold breeze and the sound of the ocean relaxed you.
You closed your eyes as you enjoyed the silent moment.
Until you heard it
The sound of water splashing
You open your eyes and look. But you see no one.
Weird
You could’ve sworn you heard a splashing sound. You decided to ignore it and continue your walk. Until…you heard it again.
This time however, you could hear a voice.
Now you were curious.
So, you decided to follow it. The sound of water splashing and the faint whispers were getting louder and louder as you walked towards a big rock.
“Shh! She’ll hear us!”
“You know you’re not allowed to be up here! Especially this late!”
“Of c’mon flounder! Don’t be like that!”
“…..”
“Eh? Are you okay flounder?”
“…..”
“Flounder?” But the fish stays silent. That’s when shinichiro finally turns around when he sees you.
Staring
Directly
At
Him
The three of you don’t say anything. His friend too scared to talk while shinichiro is mesmerized by you.
And you, you were staring at him. Completely stun.
Those eyes
Black eyes
Black hair
And
Tail
Wait….TAIL?
You gasp once you realized that he had a tail.
“You”
He stares in awe
“You”
“You…have a tail?”
“Mhm”
“Shinichiro! Snap out of it!” That finally gets him back to reality as his eyes widen once he realizes what’s going on.
“Ah! Ye-no! I don’t have a tail!” He says as he quickly ducks down underwater.
“W-wait! Don’t go!” You yell, he slowly comes up as he stares at you.
“I-I….im sorry for scaring you…um…”
“I didn’t mean to startle you or anything. I um…what’s your name?” He stays quiet.
“Um well my name is y/n”
“Y/n?”
“Mhm!”
Cute he thinks
What a beautiful name. It suits her very much.
“Shinichiro”
“Shinichiro?”
“Mhm”
“What….what a nice name” The young merman can feel his cheeks heat up.
She thinks my name is nice?
“So, what are you doing out here? Isn’t it dangerous for sea folks to…be out here?”
“It is actually yet this dork doesn’t want to listen to me!” Shinichiro rolls his eyes as his little friend continues to scold him.
“You can’t be out here this late shin! What will your grandfather say if he sees you out here this late! Especially when you’re currently talking to a human!”
“Don’t mind him, he’s a bit paranoid”
“P-p-paranoid?! What do you mean paranoid?!”
“Your friend is cute” You say. Shinichiro freezes before glaring at his friend.
“Cute? Nah….” You giggle.
“And you? What are you doing out here?”
“Mm? Oh well I’m just here for a walk”
“A Walk?”
“Mhm but then I got distracted”
“Ah yes sorry about that!”
His voice…it sounds so familiar
“You have such a beautiful tail”
“Huh?” His cheeks were a light pink.
“You think so?”
“Mhm, do all mer folks have beautiful tails?” You ask curiously. Shinichiro heart melts at your curiousness about his people.
“Yeah, we all do” Your eyes light up.
“Really?” You ask excitedly. Shinichiro swears he’s going to die of your cuteness.
“What else do you guys do? Where do you live? What do you eat?” Shinichiro tries to answer all your questions but you kept cutting him off. You notice and you quickly shut up as you could feel your face burn up.
“A-ah sorry! I just got a little to excited”
“No it’s fine! I’m happy you’re interested at us merfolks” You can see how happy he was to be able to explain to you everything about his and his people’s culture, daily life, and history!
The two of you spent the whole night talking about each other’s culture and history until the early hours of the morning.
Shinichiro is happy that you finally know who he is
Maybe
The two of you could be something more?
-
“Y/n!” Your eyes quickly shot open as you looked around.
“Huh?”
“Dear, did you get any sleep last night?” Your mother worriedly asks.
Right
You were up talking to shinichiro last night until the early morning.
“Did you and Vincent stay up late yesterday?” Your mother asks. You just nervously nod as a teasing smiles creeps up on her face.
You mentally groan
Great she’s going to start teasing me
“Oh dear” She giggles.
There was nothing else you could’ve said. If you told her and your father that you stay up talking to a stranger (a merman in fact) they would’ve thought you’ve grown mad!
“Aw aren’t you two just so cute! I can’t wait for the wedding!” She shouts before gasping as she quickly covers her mouth.
Wedding?
What wedding?
“Um, what wedding?”
“Sorry! Im sorry I just got excited and it just slipped out!” Your father just shakes his head with a smile as he tries to calm down his babbling wife who is still spilling out apologies.
But you on the other hand were still confused
What wedding?
Your father clears his throat before fixing his posture.
“Well dear, Vincent parents and us had a talk a few days ago about…” He tries to find the right words to say but your mother interrupts by standing up from her chair and with great excitement she says….
“For you and Vincent wedding!”
Oh
OH
“Me and Vincent? Wedding?” She nods her head in excitement.
“Is Vincent okay with this? Does he know?” You were worried that you might’ve drag him into a marriage that he didn’t know or consent to.
“Oh dear he was over the moon!” Your mom exclaims as your father scoffs.
“That young man was in cloud nine”
“He was a blushing mess when his parents broke the news to him”
“Oh my sweet child! You know Vincent likes you a lot right?” You quickly feel your face heat up as you looked away. Embarrassed.
“Ah…that’s”
“Cute right?! Oh! I can’t wait!”
“Besides, that young man was the one who saved you. Without him, we would probably have not found you….” You can hear the sadness in your mother’s words.
She’s right
Vincent is my hero
“So, what do you say dear?” Both your parents stared at you intensely. Curious about your answer.
“I….would like that”
Besides
He’s your hero
He was the one who saved you.
Right?
-
You spent weeks going back and forth between Vincent and shinichiro.
There were days where you would spend your whole day with Vincent as the two of you would stroll around the palace gardens, go to town, or the library.
He was such a gentleman that every time he does something you can’t help but feel your heart race against your chest.
His smile, laugh, jokes, the way he would hold your hand and make sure you were alright. Him cooking for you, bringing you flowers, and the beautiful love poems he would write for you.
He was acting like the perfect husband already!
And then there were days where you would be with shinichiro. The two of you would talk about various things and you two have grown closer with each other.
To you, you and shinichiro have a close friendship. You think of him as a close friend. Someone you can talk to about anything and everything.
While shinichiro thinks that a beautiful love story is unfolding. The poor boy would grow flustered when you would compliment or bring him stuff after you found out about his fascination with human stuff.
Those weeks soon turned into months as your and Vincent wedding day is approaching.
And while you were preparing for your special day, shinichiro was preparing for his special day with you.
His confession
And to make it more special, his deal with the sea witch.
Kisaki tetta
He will finally be able to be with you like he always dreamed of.
-
It was dark under the sea. Everyone was asleep including his grandfather and siblings. Guards were up keeping the Palace safe while shinichiro sneaks from his bedroom window.
He’s heard about the sea witch alright. He makes deals with merfolks and other stuff.
Shinichiro didn’t really remember what else his friend told him as he was to busy imagining his future with you.
But the only thing he remembers was that the sea witch can grant you anything you wish for
That’s a great deal!
He can’t believe that it’s that easy
He’s finally going to be with you
As the young merman day dreams about your life together, he was unable to hear his name being called.
Not until something smacks him
“Ow!”
“Shin! What do you think you’re doing!”
“Flounder?! How did you-“
“I followed you”
“Why?” He frowns. His friend just sighs.
“I knew something was up when you asked wakasa about the sea witch. Don’t tell me you are planning to meet up with him are you?” He just gives his friend a sheepish smile as he looks anywhere but his friend.
“Oh god please don’t-“
“But listen! I’ll finally be able to be with y/n!” The fish just shakes his head as shinichiro continues to ramble about his Fantasies.
“Shinichiro, I’m serious when I tell you that you can’t go and make a deal with the sea witch”
“Why not?” He asks with a pout and his arms crossed.
“There’s a reason why the sea witch was banned from Atlantica”
“Huh?” Now this was new, shinichiro never knew this.
“He was banned because-“ but before the poor guy could tell him, a menacing voice called out to them.
“Ah look what we have here” shinichiro turns around to see a mereel. His smile big and menacing as he shows off his sharp teeth.
“What do we have the pleasure of seeing a royal here mmh?”
“And you are?”
“Ah, the names hanma , hanma shuji but you can call me shuji”
“Oh, it’s nice meeting you shuji”
“So? Why are you here? If my mind isn’t fooling me then atlantica is over there” He points behind shinichiro.
“I’m here to meet the sea witch” hanma eyes glow with mischief as he smiles largely.
“Ah you are here to meet kisaki, correct?” Shin only nods.
“Mm follow me” He does as he says as the eel takes him into a cave.
“Shin no!” Flounder sighs as he quickly follows behind.
This is it, he will finally be able to be with you
This is all worth it
He’s sure of it
-
3 days
In 3 days you are going to get married
You and Vincent have been preparing for this for months.
You can’t believe it. You will finally be able to marry the love of your life.
Right?
You smile at the mirror as you gaze at the necklace sitting on your neck.
It’s beautiful
Vincent got it as a present for you.
How nice
You suddenly hear a knock at the door as you were admiring the necklace.
“Come in” a maid walks in as she bows before speaking.
“Miss. Y/n, someone is here to see you”
“To see me?” You asked confused. You don’t remember inviting anyone today.
“Mhm, A young man miss” Your brows furrowed as you took off the necklace and gently put it back into your jewelry box as you stood up.
“Take me to him now”
You were definitely not ready to see the sight before you as you saw shinichiro. He was wearing a rag as grim was trying to get him to leave.
“Shin?” He quickly snaps his head to your direction as he smiles.
He waves before trying to walking to you. His legs wobble a bit and you weren’t able to catch the pain on his face as he was walking to you. At some point he fell and you caught him as he blushes furiously.
“Are you okay?” He only nods as he could feel his heart starting to pound against his chest.
So close
He’s so close to you and you’re holding him
But shit does his feet hurt
It feels like he’s stepping on knives
After all, kisaki did warn him about the side effects.
The night before
Shinichiro follows closely behind as hanma led him further and further into the cave. He stops once he sees polyps. They cry in agony as he swims by.
“Don’t mind them” shin only nods as the polyps continue to cry.
After what felt like forever. Hanma stops as he loudly yells “kisaki! You have a visitor!”
Shinichiro only gulps as he hears a groan as Kisaki curses out hanma.
“Don’t worry! He’s in a good mood today!”
“Oh..”
“Come!” Hanma drags him to Kisaki as the young merman was starting to rethink about his decision.
No! Don’t think that now shinichiro! It’s going to be all worth it when you and y/n get married!
“So?”
“Huh?” Kisaki rolls his eyes as he sits down.
“What do you desire? That’s what you’re here for, no?”
“Ah yes!” Kisaki nods as he swims to his pot.
“So, what could possibly be something you want as a royal. I mean, you have everything don’t you?”
“Not everything” he sadly mumbles as he rubs his arm.
“So what is it?”
“I-I…I want to become human” both Kisaki and hanma eyes widen.
“Mm, interesting”
“Whys that?”
“I want to be with the princess” hanma laughs as Kisaki glares at him.
“You want to be with a princess? Human princess?”
“Yes…”
“Does this princess even know you?” Kisaki asks. Very curious about this request.
“She does! In fact, we talk all the time!”
“So you go up to the surface”
“Yep”
“That’s a stupid move there”
“What?!”
“As much as I don’t want to agree with him, he’s right”
He only rolls his eyes.
“I heard that you have a potion that can turn a mer to a human. Is that true?”
“Oh it’s true all right”
“But”
“But?”
“That comes with a cost”
“That’s fine. I have money with me right here” shin then points at the pouch that he’s holding. But Kisaki shakes his head.
“Not money”
“What?”
“Did you do any research before coming here?” Hanma asks.
“Uh I um”
“Then no”
“You see, I don’t take money. I take something else”
“Then what is it? I’ll give it to you! Anything!” Both Kisaki and hanma give each other a look before looking back at the desperate prince.
“Mmm what’s more important than money…” kisaki says as he thinks about what he should take from him.
“How about his voice?” Kisaki eyes light up as he nods.
“Ah yes! Your voice!”
“My what?”
“His what?!” Flounder screams out as shin tries to calm him down.
“Your voice. I want your voice and we have a deal”
“I-I but how will I-“
“Your voice or no deal”
Shinichiro thinks for a bit.
His voice or no future with you
He wants to be with you
Ever since he first saw you
You made him want to do anything for you
Flounder eyes wide as he shakes his head no when shinichiro looks at him.
He then looks back at the two who were waiting for his answer.
“Deal. I’ll do it” Kisaki smiles as he snaps his fingers.
A gold scroll appears in front of him as he grins.
“Sign here”
“Um with what?” His grin grows wider as he orders hanma.
Hanma swims up to shinichiro before grabbing his hand and biting shinichiro finger.
“Ow!”
“Now sign here”
He does what Kisaki says and the gold scroll disappears.
“Now for your voice”
He didn’t know why but shinichiro started to grow nervous.
His eyes widen as one of Kisaki many tentacles brings out a knife.
“Open up”
“W-what?”
“You already signed your name. No backing out now”
Shin just nods before closing his eyes and opening his mouth. He can feel Kisaki grab his tongue and the cold blade resting on his tongue.
The cold metal didn’t ease his nerves and soon he felt the piercing blade cut his tongue. Tears stream down his cheeks as the pain was to much.
Flounder eyes were shut. He couldn’t stand seeing his friend in pain.
“Done”
Blood was coming out as he covers his mouth with both of his hand. Kisaki gives him a recovery potion to stop the bleeding before giving him the one thing he came here for.
The potion to turn him human
Shinichiro eyes the bottle curiously as Kisaki hands him it.
“But I have to warn you. Yes the potion will give you legs but once you become human you won’t be able to return to the sea”
“Consuming this potion will feel like a sword passing through your body but when you recover you will have two legs and will be able to dance like no human has ever danced before. But since you exchange your tail for legs, the pain of losing your tail won’t ever leave you”
“It will feel like you are walking on sharp knives and your feet will most likely bleed. But you’ll finally have legs”
“Ah I forgot to tell you! The pain will go away BUT that’s if the princess falls in love with you and marries you. You have 3 days and if you don’t get her to fall in love with you and marry you, at dawn on the third day you will die from a broken heart and dissolve into sea foam”
Shinichiro just nods before looking at the potion.
He takes a deep breath before opening the cap and consuming the potion. The pain of swords pierce through his body as he closes his eyes. He feels his tail rip away from him and he’s starting to have trouble breathing.
Flounder quickly pulls him up and all the way to the surface as Kisaki and hanma watch them leave.
“Poor boy” hanma suddenly says.
“He chose to do it”
“Let’s just see if he’ll be any of the lucky ones”
…..
Your smile makes him think that this was all worth it. You help him up as he wobbles, still not use to his new legs and also the pain.
“Grim! Help him clean up and please get him some proper clothes”
“Do you know this boy?” You nod.
“I do” you look at shinichiro and smile
“He’s a very good friend” Grim just nods before taking shinichiro away. The boy looks at you one last time as he gets taken away to get cleaned up.
-
After shinichiro was washed and clothed, you took him to the palace garden.
“How did you do that?” He tilts his head and you giggle.
“Legs, how did you get legs?” He opens his mouth but stops as he remembers, he can’t speak.
He quickly digs into his pouch before taking out a notebook and pen. He quickly write down something before showing it to you.
“Potion?” He nods his head.
“Did that potion have something to do with your voice?” He nods again.
“Ah no wonder you weren’t talking back there. For a moment I thought you were growing shy” you teased as his cheeks turn pink.
“C’mon, since you are on land I want to show you everything there is to see!” You grab his hand and drag him back to the palace.
He ignores the pain of his feet as he stares at your interlocked hands.
This was definitely worth it
-
You spent the whole day in town with shinichiro. Showing him various things as he stares at everything with awe. Food, stores, parades, everything! He saw everything as you dragged him everywhere.
After a long day, the two of you made it back to the palace.
“Did you have fun?” He nods as he smiles. He won a game and his prize was a small fish. He loved it.
You giggle
He’s so cute
The memories of that night came again
Don’t worry, I’ll take you somewhere safe
Black hair
Black eyes
Storm
Water
Save
Hero
You groan as you held your head in your hands. Shinichiro rushes to your side as he gives you a worried look.
“It’s nothing. Sorry to worry you” you offer him a smile which seems to calm him down a little bit.
“It’s getting late, we should go to sleep”
“Ashley!”
“Yes miss!”
“Show shinichiro to his room please” the maid nods before bowing and signaling shin to follow her. He quickly takes out his notebook before writing something down and showing it to you.
“Good night” You smile
“Good night shin” and he leaves
You then quietly walk back to your room as you think about today.
Shin
He looks so happy here
I wonder why he decided to drink a potion to become human.
-
Day 2
You had one more day until your wedding with Vincent.
You are supposed to be happy!
But after yesterday, you couldn’t help but feel…off
“Was it really Vincent who saved me?” You ask yourself.
Also
Do you really love him?
You gasp as that thought crossed your mind
“What am I saying?! Ugh I need some fresh air” you get up from your vanity chair before walking out to your balcony. You breathe in the fresh air as you watched them load up the ship.
Right
Your wedding will be out in the sea
Took some convincing but it’s finally happening
You watch as people were getting everything ready for tomorrow.
“May I come in?” Vincent voice made you turn around as you saw him walk in.
“Vincent” You say breathlessly
“Nervous?”
“A Little”
He smiles as he walks up to you and hugs you from behind. He gives you a kiss on the cheek before nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck.
“You smell wonderful” You giggle as you brush your fingers through his hair.
“Are you nervous for tomorrow?”
“A Little” you smiled as he gives you another kiss but this time on the neck.
“Save it for the wedding” He chuckles.
“Let’s go out”
“Out?”
“Yes, I have a little surprise for you” You smile as you turn around and kiss him.
But unbeknownst to the two of you, there at the doorway stood shinichiro who was holding a red rose.
He drops it as he sees you and Vincent kissing
No no no no! No this can’t be true
No
No
He quickly turns around before walking away
You….have someone already? But you never mentioned anyone when the two of you would talk!
He feels his heart ache
-
A few hours before dawn
You woke up extra early today
Everyone was in such a rush as they prepared everything for today. They had to make sure everything was perfect! Not a single mistake.
As everyone rushed to get everything ready for the wedding, you walk to shinichiro room.
You knocked at his door
“May I come in” it took sometime before you heard a knock. You opened the door and there on the bed laid shinichiro.
You smiled seeing him
You walked towards his bed before sitting down.
“You might be confused about why everyone is in such a rush” He just stares at the ceiling.
“And I know you might not know this but…I’m getting married today” finally he looked at you and all he gave you was a smile.
He took out his notebook before writing something down.
“Congratulations”
“….thank you….”
Silence
“I want you to come to the celebration”
“I have something picked out for you that I think will look really nice on you” You then laid out a very nice suit for him.
“I think this will look really good on you”
He sits up and inspects it. He looks at you before smiling and writing down a “thank you”
You just nod before getting up
“Well then, I’ll leave you be for now”
And you were gone
Shinichiro stares at the suit as tears rolled down his face.
He wishes it was him you are marrying
-
Everything was done
All the preparations were completed and now the ship was sailing.
You were in your white wedding dress and oh you looked absolutely stunning.
The maids all complimented you as you put on your earrings.
“So stunning!” You smiled and thanked her.
“Aw can’t believe you are getting married! It feels like it was just yesterday when you were running around the palace walls in diapers.
“R-ruby!” she just laughs as you looked away in embarrassment. You sigh before looking at the mirror one last time.
It’s time
Shinichiro could feel his heart break as he watches you walk down the aisle. His hands were made into tight fists as your father hands you off to Vincent.
“Do you, Vincent take y/n as your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”
Shin can see the absolute love in his eyes as he stares into your own.
“I do”
“Do you, y/n take Vincent as your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”
Shinichiro looks away. Not being able to see your face or expressions.
“I do…”
“By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife” Everyone cheers as Vincent pulls you into a kiss.
It’s over
The day was filled with joy as everyone danced, sang and drank to their hearts content while also congratulating the newly weds.
Everyone was happy
Except for some
Shinichiro locked himself in his room as everyone celebrated. He wasn’t strong enough to see your happy face and smile.
And you
You faked a smile as everyone congratulated you
Something didn’t feel right
After what seemed like hours, everything died down and people went to sleep. Shinichiro walks out and he was met with dead silence.
He walks closer to the ledge before letting his tears flow down.
“Shin!” He quickly opens his eyes to see….emma?!
He quickly grabs his notebook before jolting something down.
“Emma?! What are you doing here?!”
“It’s not only just her” He then sees wakasa, takeomi, benkai, Mikey, and izana emerge from the waters.
“You idiot! Why did you make a deal with Kisaki?!”
“Big brother! Please come home! We miss you!” His heart ache seeing his little siblings tears.
He quickly writes down something
“I’m sorry”
Takeomi scoffs before throwing him something. Shin was able to catch it as his eyes widen at what he saw.
A dagger
“Don’t worry about how we got it but Kisaki said that if you kill the princess and have her blood drip down your legs then you’ll become a merman again!”
“Please big brother! Come back!”
“Just do it please!”
“Shin” Emma cries out and he holds the dagger close to his heart.
“Please…just do it” benkai says. He looks down at the dagger.
He needs to kill you.
Soon the others leave. Waiting for his return.
He turns around and leaves and makes his way to you and Vincent bedroom.
He slowly opens the door and there he sees both you and Vincent sleeping peacefully.
Now or never
He slowly creeps up to you and Vincent bed. He lifts up the dagger and before it made any contact with your body he drops it. His tears stream down his face as his hands shake.
No no he can’t do it! He can’t kill you he can’t!
He leans down and gives your forehead a kiss before writing down something on a piece of paper and leaving it by your night stand.
He picks up the dagger before walking out the room quietly.
But unbeknownst to him, you were still up and only pretended to sleep. You carefully sat up before grabbing the note he left behind.
Dear y/n
I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you about my feelings before. The truth is, I fell in love with you when I first saw you that night on the ship. And when the stormed hit, I was the one who saved you and brought you to shore. I stood by your side that night. Never left you in fear that you will get hurt. And also, I made a deal with the sea witch to be able to have legs so I can be with you. And that’s why I couldn’t speak, because he cut off my tongue which was apart of the deal. Of course it hurt but it was all worth it to be able to see you again. I just hope that Vincent treats you right and that you are happy
Sincerely,
Shinichiro
You didn’t realize that tears were streaming down your face as you finished reading. You quickly got up from the bed before putting on your slippers and leaving the room.
Shinichiro throws the dagger in the water before finally throwing himself off the ship.
All his pain and struggles leave him the moment his body hit the waters. And what use to be a merman and human, was now sea foam.
You on the other hand ran to shinichiro room. But the moment you opened the door you didn’t see him anywhere.
“Shin? Where are you!”
You then ran out and decided to look everywhere. But nothing. He was nowhere to be found.
And that’s when you completely lost it
Your breakdown quickly awoken everyone on the ship as you screamed out shins name. And the moment you looked down at the ground was when your heart broke.
It was his notebook and pen…
And you looked up to see the ledge
He jumped….
Tears streamed down your face as people started leaving their rooms to check up on what’s going on.
“Y/n?” It was your mother.
Tears streamed down your face as you turned around.
Everyone gasps as they see a knife in your hands.
“Y/n!” It was Vincent. He started shaking as he sees the knife in your hands and the tears running down your face.
“Love what’s going on?”
“I’m sorry”
“W-what?”
Everyone screams as you stabbed yourself with the knife.
You stabbed your heart
Your body drops down to the floor as your mother, father, Vincent and grim rush to you.
“Y/n!!”
The end
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Sorry for taking years to finish this but I hoped you guys enjoyed!
I got inspiration by Hans Christian Andersen “little mermaid”! And Disney little mermaid!
And I also made some stuff along the way so lol
I really hope this was good because I would cry if it isn’t/hj
I was listening to part of your world (reprise ll) on loop while writing this😭 really got me emotional💔 Halle voice is just so beautiful💕💕 (i suggest listening to it on repeat as you read along, made me cry while writing the part where he makes a deal with Kisaki lol)
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hanma s., tokyo revengers
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cw: hanma s. x f!reader — explicit content. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Bonten!Hanma. angst - hurt/sex was the comfort. DNI.
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wc: 3,389
a/n: unedited - no proof reading - finished this at 12 am and horny as hell - forgive the f up english, not fluent at it - title came from blue jeans by lana.
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He was never late to come home, or shall I say, he always comes home.
It was 10:45 pm when you found yourself pacing to every corner of the apartment. Trying to fill your mind and kick out of those anxieties and worries about him; about him not coming back home to you. You went to the kitchen and opened your fridge to pull out an alcoholic drink from a can. You open it and a sound emits from your lips from the pain of your fingernail when the pad of your finger slipped. Your eyes got teary, so you leaned to the kitchen counter and drank.
Boring your eyes to the clock, your mind wanders to something again. The sudden rush in your veins had you sweating. You sighed and closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side as you mutter; “where are you?”
You don't worry if it's another girl, or he's out partying somewhere else, or he's forgetting you, forgetting the time he promised to be here, but his dicey job had you sweating as though you ran a mile.
An excruciating pain scattered throughout your body through your veins when you heard the muffled sound of a siren outside your window. You did not hesitate to raise the can and drank till it was almost empty. One can wasn't enough, it will never be.
11:25 on the clock when you finished 8 cans. You were nauseous, your hands on the counter gripping the marble so your body will not succumb to gravity. Keeping your eyes closed, you hear the beat of your heart, a tug, tug, tug, tug. Frustration crept and you let yourself fall to the ground.
He's not home. And you're afraid he will never be.
Being alone terrifies you although you believe all humans shall feel comfortable in it when in all of us; solitude was inborn.
“Shuji.”
You keep waiting, waiting for the door to click, where his footsteps were heavy and you could feel the atmosphere inside the apartment shift. You wait for a voice to wrap around your head, where he calls you the name he gives you, where you know he'd be angry to see you in this mess you put yourself into.
You know he'd be angry when you're up this late, emptying drinks you should not drink alone. The frigidity of the floor had you missing his warmth. That right now you'd be in his arms; burning from the heat he's radiating, and instead of smelling the alcohol; you'd be smelling his perfume. You broke down, but there was no sound in your lips. You let the tears pool down just beneath your cheeks on the floor. You know he'd be wiping those years away, you won't be feeling dirty when he has his hands around you.
The sound of the television made your mind hazy, made your imaginations and anticipations tremble. Even though the world through your vision was dancing, you pooled your strength at the bottom of your palm to get yourself up. He doesn't like to see you in a mess, and this time you won't be dependent on his hands, you have to clean up before he gets here so he will smile at how good you smell and how clean you are. He will be pleased to find you in such a state.
Come home, Shu. I won't be angry. Just come home.
Through your way to the bathroom, you were swaying in every direction. And you were surprised you were able to clean your body. Although tears were streaming down endlessly. Eyes burning from the cry.
It was 12:00 when finally, you were sitting on the edge of the bed. You forgot everything, your body felt sore and painful. The television in your living room was still talking. And inside your room was dark as the night, you could smell him everywhere and before you could scream to cry, you crawled up to where he usually sleeps, lay your head on his pillow, caressing the soft fabric on your cheek.
Your mind was screaming his name, replaying the moments only the two of you know of. The nights filled with laughter, the mornings both of you wake up with a smile. But you were too exhausted to cry all of it, all you just wanted in this moment was to have his body up in you.
In a deep slumber, you heard the door click. But your mind was clouded by sleep, not until you felt the edge of the bed sunk to someone's weight. But your eyes were closed, you forgot what happened just earlier. The form moved closer until you felt the warmth on your torso, and a soft skin on your cheek.
The comfort was familiar, the touch too, and you cooed under his touch. You let out a ‘hmm’ before he was whispering ‘shh’ in your ears.
His hands snaked down to your stomach, then found themselves underneath his shirt that you wore.
“Darling...” Hanma’s lips were grazing on your neck whilst he mutter that. You opened your eyes for a moment before you saw his cheek shining in white ‘cause of the sunlight.
And there you realized, you crumbled and a gasp took your sob when his hands wrapped around your breast.
“Shuji...” you whispered.
He humm, he answered. And you never felt this awake in your life.
You tried to lift up your upper torso but his hands fondling over your now hardened bud; keeps pushing you down. Your hands eventually found their way to feel Hanma’s form, and you pushed him down to you.
Widening your legs to let him in. You hiked your hips to graze his hard on down to your clothed cunt. You moaned in his ear.
“Fuck,” you felt his smile on your skin. “I need you.”
He marked you on your neck and after he was done with that, he pulled himself up and unbuttoned his long sleeve. You see more of him, his beautiful shining eyes, every sharp feature, his nose you loved, his lips that were burnished from his own saliva.
“Shu, where have you been?” there was a whine you did not expect when he came back down to dominating your form. His hard on behind his pants hiked up to grind more of you. You felt your underwear dampen.
“Off to work, I apologize for being late. Punish me, love.” but you could never do that.
“Tell me all of it.” through your hazy mind, he was somewhat...lying.
Hanma became quiet but his hands found their ways to pull your pants with your underwear. You heard him cuss under his breath as he brought down himself. Your shirt was up on top of your chest. His nose grazed just below your belly button and you gasped at his touch; warm and rough. He started trailing wet kisses on your pelvis until he was down there to worship your dripping cunt, waiting and begging for his arrival.
“Shu..” you moaned, wanting all of it.
“What, Lady?” Hanma wanted you to beg.
You grind your hips to his breath and he pulled away a little but he smelt your neediness, however he wanted to have you wanting it more than him, although he can clearly see the way tears are starting to form on your eyes.
“Please, Shuji, I want you now-ah. I want all of it, please.” you tilted your head when his breath got closer.
“I don't have much time.” he said but you never hear all of it when in one lick you lose your mind. Your chest was heaving when with his tongue explored all of you, the wetness of his tongue made your clit more active; red and bulging. He was lapping like a hungry man, sipping on the juice you give. Sucking the skin around your clit. You felt so good and ticklish down there, you felt how hard his tongue was thrusting over your folds, Hanma was licking to the point he knew everything about it. He just knows every spot you were aching to be touched at, he knows how to make you melt on his tongue. You felt the knot on your stomach and you got louder as he was feasting like a hungry man. His grip was rough and you know you'd be coated in his marks, the only thing that could be left of him for you.
Your hands found their way to grip his locks, pull him down on you as you raise your hips to get him more rougher to you as you're getting closer to getting a hold of your climax. He hummed about how messy and delicious you are. He felt you getting needier and he knows he has to get you there, he wasn't going to pull you out from there no matter how much he wanted to tease you.
A tremor passed through you, and you shivered, and it felt like your skin opened and a cold air brushed against you. He never pulled away but he was waiting for you to gush out which you did after a few licks. He never missed a drop.
Hanma wanted more of you and he knew it could be hours of eating and he'll never be full, but he was out of time. He pulled himself back up and finally you felt his lips against you. You devoured each other. The kiss was hungry and as though both of them will be apart from each other. You head was moving to each side, tongue crossing with each other, teeth grazing while he was grinding his erection down your sensitive cunt which had you moaning on your throat, no matter how rough the fabric is it was so heavenly good thanks you can't pull yourself from grinding, your clit was puffy from the contact and you were getting hotter as he does to.
He was already leaking from the tip. And as awake as you are, when he pulled up to get his pants off, you pushed his hands off and unzipped him yourself. A chuckle was brought out when he saw how needy you are.
“Shit...you were waiting, huh?” he licked his lips upon feeling your hand grazing down his cock. “don’t worry, it will all be yours. It belongs to you, I belong to you.”
You both locked eyes and he had his devilish smile around. The air made you shiver.
“Shu, I need you inside.” and with his hands on your waist, you guided his cock to your entrance. You whined at how hard Hanma was, pushing his leaky tip inside you. All you felt was how good he was when it entered half, and he moaned at the sensitivity of his cock being wrapped around your soft inside.
“I love you.” he muttered, and you felt how warm our stomach was.
“I love you more, Shu. Ple-” you were about to beg until he thrusted all of him inside you, stretching you out, you felt the texture of him and the veins that were showing off inside of you.
“Darling..” he went to kiss you on the lips while his other hand snake underneath your leg and hike it up so he can hit at an angle where you'll be seeing heaven under his touch.
“My one and only.” he was rough but inside you was so slimy that your toes were curling at the feeling of him; rock hard but can easily slip and out. He was kissing your cervix and you arched up, and your pussy pulsating around him.
“So fucking pretty, ” he laughed, that laugh. “fucking pretty underneath me, eh? Eyes rolled up because of how I make you feel, hmm? Cum, darling, make me proud.”
“Shuji!”
The time was running out in his mind, and he was getting there. He lowered his head to bite your lip, not too hard but enough to make you moan. His tongue went inside while his free hand went to your clit, encircling your puffy clit, and there was another wave.
Hanma’s hands on your waist went underneath your ass to pull you up on him where he can make your body still while he pounds you from above. And there he was animalistic fucking himself roughly in a rapid speed to get himself up to heaven.
“Ah! Fuck!” he moaned as he was grinding. The bed was shaking with both of you.
His name became a song you repeat, and when you came you screamed it. You shivered but his rough cock was still fucking itself roughly. You never stopped Hanma, and in a long grind, he came inside, but he wasn't done.
He flipped you till you were on top of him and you know you'll be in charge.
“Darling, fuck me.” Hanma chuckled after he said that.
You pull yourself up from his dick and let his cum and your cum mix up, seeping out and trailing down your thighs. His cock stays hard as he watches you encircle your fingers around your own clit. But he wants to do it too. Hanma pushed your hand away and encircled it. You trembled at his finger before you palmed his dick and you sat on it. A moan loudly escaped, and a groan from him.
When you bottomed out, you grind a bit before pulling yourself up and coming back down. He was so rock hard but it was slimy inside you that it felt so much good.
Hanma sees clearly the way your pussy shines from the moonlight and he feels himself more in pleasure. Your soft wet pussy had him moaning on his own, eyes almost squinting.
“Fuck…you know how to make me feel so good.” he moaned. While pounding and grinding on him, you leaned to his lips.
“Hmm, yeah, Shuji. Just by being myself.”
In this position, he can easily come, he cannot hold himself back when you're in control. You lean in more till your breast was touching his chest, and he noticed it, he immediately brought his hands to wrap around your tits. This made the pleasure more immense.
“Oh, fuck!” the familiar knot made your movements more swift. Hanma underneath you was losing his mind from the grip of your wet pussy.
It didn't last long before he flooded your ears with “I love you’s” while you lost your mind a little before muttering the same back.
You were exhausted from the high, and Hanma wasn't done. He wanted more of you.
“Baby, can we go on?” he asks as he plants kisses over your shoulder. He was already in between your legs while you're laying sideways. Your entrance was throbbing, tired and sore.
You moaned when he bit your skin. “I want more of you, more of you.” his voice was tired, hoarse and you wanted him too but you felt yourself drifting off his arms.
“Shuji,” you called. Hanma looked up. “Yes, do it. I love you.”
When he sheathed himself inside of you, you thought he'd be super rough but you weren't surprised when it was gentle. His lips over your neck as he muttered.
“I love you.”
“Darling, I love you.”
His words were mixed with moans and growls of how good you were. With no sound coming out, you were moving your lips. “I love you too.”
“I do love you. So…fucking…much.”
The gentleness of his actions felt so good that you were able to moan loudly.
How good his cock was, slowly sliding inside, slowly pulling out, slowly but rough when the tip interacts with your cervix. He was so good.
From his soft pounding, you felt yourself shiver. And you thought of having his mouth on yours while you cum; while he cums.
Hanma whimpered in your ear before he swayed under your touch and pulled his face to face yours, your lips meeting his in a sensual kiss. Like a honeymoon, it was all so sweet, soft, slow, but so fucking good.
You came dripping on his cock, your cum oozing out as he pulled and sheath in. Eventually he came next, it was a cum that filled your womb, filling your mind with imaginations of children in your mind. Your mouth was agape when he pulled out.
Hanma pulled his face up and saw how fucked up you were but you were shining, beautiful, mesmerizing on his eyes that he couldn't look away. He just wanted you to come with him, wanted to pull you with him to the darkness, but he bit his lip; halting from kidnapping you and leaving the country with him. But that would endanger you and that's the least thing he wanted from this world.
Earlier, when Hamma came in and saw the open lights, the television on, the scattered cans of alcohol, he was so worried that he was about to throw up, but he made way inside the shared room and saw you sleeping softly, and safe; his heart warmed.
He saw that you were drifting to sleep, and it was 2:13 as he gazed at the clock sitting on the table. He cannot waste his time and clean himself using a rug before wearing his clothes again. Although he was moving, his eyes were settled on you, and he felt the ache of his heart that he'll be leaving.
He was hesitating as he was watching you.
You were in a deep slumber now. After the tiring session both of you had, he was tired too, but he cannot rest, because if tomorrow comes and he'd be here sleeping with you, Hanma won't be able to walk away, he would have to watch people take him away from you.
He cannot handle it. He has to walk away.
He went to you, and with a new rug, he cleaned you with an ache submerging his heart.
He covered you with the duvet before he finally decided on the last kiss. He bent down and planted a kiss on your forehead, cheek, nose, and there goes the lips he'd miss, the lips that wore a smile only for him, the lips that carried millions of memories. He'd be leaving all of it behind. A tear molds in eye—almost hindering his vision, and sucked in a piercing breath as he pulls himself away.
The fake ring—from the dollar store—was sitting on the table. A pair,the other on top of the other. He trembled and took the other before he palmed it. He turned his back on you without noticing that through heavy lids, you were watching him, and tears were already flooding and trickling down.
You wanted to stop him. Wanted him to take you with him, but you couldn't move, like you were trapped in a nightmare. You just want to wake up and move so you could stop him, but…
Hanma was already at the door—unlocking. You saw how slow he moved, as though he didn't want to walk away. A sob was muffled and trapped on your throat and he couldn't hear.
He did not face as he walked away and closed the door behind him.
You bit your lip. You couldn't even say goodbye.
You don't want to close your eyes and hope for tomorrow. Your body aches and your mind wants to move, to go after your beloved, but once you lifted yourself, you hear the loud click outside, and with no remaining strength that you fell sobbing like a baby back on the bed that both of you shared for years. Where a lot of loving and memories were made. Where every morning was greeted with kisses and smiles.
You did not anticipate a morning like that everyday, it was within you that knows it will always be like that, but fate was crueler than anyone.
You closed your eyes. You kept praying till you cannot hold it anymore. The fatigue was overwhelming, and you succumbed to its feeling.
You have to sleep while the thought of being alone without his presence—without the cocky but handsome Hanma Shuji in your embrace—swallows your ability to feel happiness. You know when you wake you'll be regretting why solitude has to be inborn.
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Hi my name is virtue and i'm plagued (pos) by thoughts of how delightfully vocal hanma is in bed.
content: fem!reader. unprotected sεx, riding dⅰck<3 shuji is loud and talks so much. multiple rounds and οrgasms, overstim, use of the terms daddy and babydoll. manhandling. note: this took me so long i apologizey_y
— . ｡˚ ♡ hanma likes it best when you're just as vocal as he is.
“shuji—” your voice has nearly given out. your body is hot and sore and your skin glows with sweat under hanma's bedroom light. the slap-slap-slap! of skin against skin fills the room, along with your boyfriend's shameless moans and sighs of pleasure.
“say my name again, baby,” he groans, sliding his big hand down your waist to your ass, squeezing at the plush skin before giving it a sharp slap. “fuckin’ say it, and open your mouth—moan pretty for me, yeah?”
you're tired — hanma has been making you ride his cock for what feels like hours, and your legs are trembling, cunt and thighs messy with your slick and his cum, and your clit is begging for relief.
but he doesn't let you stop. “c'mon, dollface. fuck, you look so fuckin' good like this, mm?” he hisses through gritted teeth, hips jerking up to meet your body when your cunt flutters around him, making his dick throb. “tits so good when they bounce like ‘at. gotta— gotta fuckin' see em jump while i cum.”
god, he uses the most embarrassing fucking words sometimes— but you're so blissed out and dizzy on the feeling of his big, big cock inside you, that you can't give a damn.
“hhngh— shuji, ‘m tired.” you beg, grabbing hold of his arms and using them to hold yourself up, still being such a good girl as you fuck his cock, pussy drooling and pulsing hot and wet all around his girth. “please.”
“keep goin’, baby.” he moans so loud, throwing his head back and exposing the expanse of his throat for you, and you can see red lines from where you'd dug your fingers in and scratched him down the side of his neck— you want to lean in and kiss him there, but you think if you move forward too much right now, you might collapse.
hanma is nice enough to grab your hips and fuck up into you, lightening the effort. “heh,” he smiles, a drunken stretch to his lips — and his eyes lower to his cock, watching the way your cunt stretches out around him as he rolls his body up in slow, languid thrusts.
“was gonna put a— a ring on you for valentine's day, baby.” his laugh is breathy, partially a stuttered moan. he eyes the milky band of cum and slick that sits around the base of his cock, getting thicker every time you sink your pussy hilt-deep onto him— and his smile widens. “but it looks like you beat me to it. look at that.”
your face heats up in a furious blush, and hanma just chuckles at your expense as you shudder in his arms, feeling an orgasm coming but also feeling too exhausted to even tell him about it.
his dark, golden gaze scans you as you try to catch your breath, thinking you're so fucking pathetic and so pretty as you keep going, just incapable of saying no to him even when you're begging him to give you a break.
he knows you love getting fucked on his cock as much as he loves watching you get fucked on it. “talk t’ me, baby.” he coos, patting your cheek before wrapping sin around your throat and gently leading your lips to his.
your hips buckle then, and your ass smacks onto his thighs as you sit down on his dick and whine. “fuck—” he groans, choking on his words as he lets out a string of cusses under his breath. “little cunt did so good f’me, ah?”
“can’t— wanna cum, shuji.” your eyes flutter, rolling back into your head as you exhale and slump into his chest, upset as you feel the stimulation against your clit die down but you've worked enough for one night.
“kah— you tappin’ out on me?” he grins, squishing your cheeks in his big, big hand and giving your head a little shake. ”c’mon baby, give me a good time.”
“wanna cum,” you beg, tears dotting your lashline now. you wanna please him so bad, but you just cant. “shuji, shuji please. i … i did well already, mhm?”
you're so fucking cute. so damn good, so pretty and all his for the taking, he knows. you've pleased him plenty already, it's true. he's made you ride him and let him watch your tits bounce till he came three whole times into your pretty little pussy— and till you'd come undone, shaking and whimpering in his hands as you struggled to fuck his cock through your orgasm at least four times.
and hey, isn't valentine's day supposed to be an occasion where the man showers his woman in gifts, affection and love?
“alright, since you're askin’ so sweet.” he chuckles again, and when sin and punishment grip your waist again, they do it firmly and with force.
hanma lifts you off his cock easily, and you don't notice but it twitches, the vein that runs underneath throbbing heavily when you let out a sad little whine like you're sad it's not in you anymore— and he shushes you, pushing you down on your back across the sheets. “let daddy take care of you now, m’kay?” he giggles.
you blush again at the term that you always say is so embarrassing yet makes you so wet and obedient for him anyway — and as you nod, hanma climbs over you, trapping your body under his broad shoulders and between his long, lanky limbs. “just need you to say the words f’me, baby.” he says, taking hold of your legs under the knees and hooking them over his shoulders.
you feel your cunt open up, slick and fluttering in anticipation for him, and the sensation of the cool air washing over the sensitive flesh right before the blunt head of his cock presses over your hole — it has you keening.
he doesn't even have to instruct you. “please shuji, daddy—” you babble, needing him. “need you to fuck me ‘n help me cum. tired, so tired and i did well for you, didn't i daddy? need you to make me feel good now, please.”
and how could he ever say no?
“anyth—shit—anythin’ for my babydoll.” he hisses sharply, pushing his cock past your entrance and back into your warm, velvet cunt. his hands, the dark tattoos contrasting so prettily against his pale skin as he grips you tight, holding you in place as he thrusts in and slides himself into you in one go.
you cry out weakly, toes curling with the pleasure that rushes through you when he splits you open and his tip bumps your cervix— and he smiles down at you, golden eyes lidded and dopey. “yeah, ya like that? like how daddy can fuck his cock so deep into your little cunt?”
“mhm, mhm,” you nod, by now so blissed out that all you can do is moan and tell him mhm to every question he asks.
“baby's all fucked out already,” he tuts, giving you another thrust, the schlick! of his cock going in and out so loud it sends the most delicious shiver up his spine. he's going to fuck you so hard. “y’gonna match my energy, doll? gonna moan with me ‘n cry while you cum?”
“mhm,” you nod, mouth falling open as he thrusts harder, and your arms come up to wrap around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. “love you, shuji.”
god, he thinks, giggling into your mouth, biting into your swollen bottom lip. he's going to fuck you so damn hard, when you finally cum this one last time, it'll fucking knock you out.
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