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@katkusuo sent me the idea for this. Here's the gist/her HC and how terribly far I strayed from it:

I just had the hc but forget 2 post it on hanma saying random stuff when high fucking and saying something like "She's completely mine now. Soaking everything in my sin and punishment." As he like fingers you brutally 😭

𝘈/𝘕 ::: 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘒𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘏𝘊 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘥. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘕𝘰. 𝘐'𝘮𝘢 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦 - 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵! <3

𝘊/𝘞 ::: 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘍.𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧: 𝘔->𝘍 𝘖𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

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𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖣𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 at his place 𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.

𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗍 5:54 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖺-𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽.

𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍-𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍: 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒. 𝖣𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 - 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 - 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾.

"𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 '𝗆 '𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝖺. 𝖫𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇' 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖦𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍," he whispered to you.

𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗍. Pulling his pants down, he climbed onto the bed and reached out for your warm skin.

𝖯𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺. 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍.

𝖶𝗁𝗒? 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗑. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.

𝖨𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 love to 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗌.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝖿 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 (𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈) 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾.

𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 so 𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖠𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗂𝗍.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇.

"𝖪𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 '𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖢𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 … 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿." He tugged at the shirt you still had on.

"𝖣𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖧𝖺𝗇. 𝖨'𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒?"

𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗐, 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 '𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾 my favorite 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗌." 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. "𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎."

"𝖧𝖺𝗇. 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒."

"𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. '𝖬 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖸𝖾𝗍 ... 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾. 𝖶𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇' 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍, 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁? 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌?"

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 and h𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.

𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝗂𝗌 … 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼. (𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽.) 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌/𝖺𝖼𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄.

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾. Y𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 his favorite 𝗍𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍. "𝖲𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒. 𝖲𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂 … 𝖿𝖿𝖿𝖿𝗎𝗁𝗁𝗄𝗄𝗄. 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗌'𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽." 𝖸𝗈𝗎 mindless𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍.

𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 - 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖸𝖮𝖴 - 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝗂𝗇 & 𝖯𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌. "𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾. 𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄. 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 '𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍." 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒. 𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾.

𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖠 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍. "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌?"

"𝖬𝗆-𝗁𝗆, 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖲𝗁𝗎."

"𝖲𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 again. 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍."

"𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖾, 𝖧𝖺𝗇."

"𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁' 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖦'𝗇𝖺 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍. 𝖦𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖸 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖭, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝖦𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍?"

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒, "𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝖧𝖺𝗇, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 … 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌."

"𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗍, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗍." 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 2 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗓𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. "𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 … 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 … 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 𝖠𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾. 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 '𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎."

"𝖧𝖺𝗇, 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗌'𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖣-𝖽𝖾-𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖿'𝗆𝖾?" 𝖧𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌.

"𝖦𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗆, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾." 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.

"𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗆, 𝖧𝖺𝗇. 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗆. 𝖮𝗁 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝖲𝗁𝗎! 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉."

"𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. Not gonna 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗆."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖾𝗍. 𝖮𝗁, 𝗇𝗈. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁.

𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌? 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇' 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒? 𝖬𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 𝖢'𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾." 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 neck. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖣𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍.

"𝖧𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾."

"𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖲𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗂𝗍, 𝗒/𝗇."

"𝖲𝗁𝗎," 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽. "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗆𝖾."

"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄. 𝖢'𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗐." 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋. Y𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖲𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾.

"𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐," 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. "𝖬𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍."

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blueparadis · 2 years

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❝ Adore You ! ❞ ft. Hanma Shuji

☰ CW : : afab-reader, she/her pronouns, college au, mutual pinning, age gap, smut, mature language, implied sir kink, power imbalance, sub hanma, domish reader (switch), oral activities (foreplay), slight nipple play,clit play; ☰ WC : 1k ☰ PRECIS : Hanma is way too focused to help you with your studies and hence you wanted his attention all to yourself. Tap here to view my works

☰ TAGS : :@etheralyonn @haitaniapologist @21-06-1996 + @planetonet @tokyometronetwork

“Fuck! I'm stuuuucck”, you whined lowering your head onto the table.

“Oh my! Did you just faint while solving a simple math problem?”, Hanma’s voice emerges from behind making you tilt your head. He makes himself comfortable beside you keeping the chilled water bottle on the coaster. You take a look at your senior through the aperture of your arm as he rests his chin, auburn gaze roaming over the messy study table, lips in between teeth trying to search for something.

“Okay so look, there's a trick to solve this kind of equation.”, he starts but you still feel so reluctant and bored about all these. It's simply unbelievable that he invited you out to help in your studies. There might be a few exchanges of glances while you passed by him in the college corridor but other than that you still couldn't digest the fact that your favorite senior invited you to help you out in your studies. “Girl pay attention please”, he buzzes

“Yes Sir!”, you snarl propping your elbow on the table getting a little close to get a view of the notebook. You notice his Adam's apple bob as he starts to speak, “So, basically you've to approach it in a different way and the best way to solve quickly is to do it graphically”, “I'm hungry. feed me something”, you cut him off gaining a glare. It has been a half and an hour since you came to his house and he is still so focused on teaching you.

Your eyes fell over his slim nape; it's tempting, the hair lining makes you wanna graze your fingers on them. "Dudeee you're wearing a new shirt in your home!!!", you squealed making him almost jolt. "You still have the tag attached!", you uttered as you noticed his embarrassment seeping through his facial reclines.

He exhales a deep breath placing a hand over his nape and exclaiming with hesitation, “Well, I live alone and generally wear the same old comfy shirt.” Your lips press against each other as a swarm of laughter fills the room. Hanma is a guy who doesn't get offended easily at least not that you know of any; you've never seen him or heard of him snapping due to anger but he sure had a smart mouth and he knows when & how to use it well. He removes his hand from his nape as his lips pucker forming a pout.

As you stop laughing he stretches his hands towards your way to get the book. You lean against the bed, head resting on the edge of the bed as you mumble, “Did you really invite me to help me out with studies, Shuji?” The pen plops on the notebook as your question laces his ears, he doesn't look at you for a while. There is a silence building up between the two of you.

You curse yourself for being so straightforward with him; it surely wasn't a good idea to give your thoughts a voice. And the moment he shifts his gaze on you, you could tell he knew exactly what you meant. “Ye-as”, he stammerd as he clears his throat. “Well, let's solve this quickly so that you can go home”, he adds as he thinks: ‘so that I can be at peace; god it was such a bad decision to help her out !!’

You notice his restlessness as he arranges the papers. You rest your hand on his shoulder and before he could react you were already on his lap, pulling up your dress to reveal your thighs. “No Sir!”, you utter as he sucks in a hard breath balancing his body on his hands. Hanma's eyes linger over your body as he swallows a gulp. You chin his face; he looks wrecked. You couldn't help but smile. As you smile he leans a little closer placing soft dry lips over yours and back away. His breath becomes irregular, chest heaving up and down as he waits for your response.

You look him in the eye placing your palm over his nape getting a little closer to him. “Fuck”, he blurts out as he feels your feminity grazing his crotch. You palm his face and pull him into a kiss and he took you so easily. You could feel him relaxing, melting as you suck his lips. His hands that rested on the rug travel along your waistline as he deepens the kiss. He grabs your under thighs pulling you closer making you gasp out a moan as you feel his cold hands roaming over your back.

“Hey, you started this. Don't wuss out on me now!”, he whispers into your ear as he unhooks your bra, fingers grazing the side of your boobs before his hands reach your boobs. 'Wuss out? WUSS OUT?', his mellowed voice echoed in your head and before he could grab your tits you did the oddest. You curled your fingers around his wrist guiding them into your underwear. He shudders as his fingers graze your wet folds. Your eyes never averted from his, challenging him as his fingers start to exploit your folds. He swiftly places you on the rug having you underneath him careful enough not to hurt your head.

You shut your eyes in reflex and all you could hear was a light chuckle. “What?”, you asked with congested eyebrows.

“Next time, don't pull this kind of stunt”, he exclaims in a bold tone slipping his hands under your dress as he pinches your nipple with his calloused wet fingers making you flinch. You immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders hiding your face in the crook of his neck panting heavily as he places open-mouthed kisses on your neckline followed by occasional wet sucks.

"Ah-Ahh", you moan into his ear feeling his knee nudging your spot. He pulls away hands resting along your face as he blinks, once, twice before he lowers his face kissing your temple,mumbling,“What took you so long?”

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jordyn-degas · 2 years

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Kill for me

characters: Shuji Hanma x fem!reader

warnings: characters 18+; angst; smut; dark content; slight obsession; blood; brain matter; mention of the word rape(once); subtly implied the intention to rape(it does not happen); attempted kidnapping; use of a gun; murder; a bit of coercion under the influence of manipulation and love(idk); dead body; description of the dead body; sex in the proximity of said dead body; public sex; no protection; use of: princess, baby, slut; and if there is something else .. I lost it on the way - it’s Hanma, you get it.

a/n: no idea what i did here. the idea came to me and i ran along with it. it’s the first time writing something like this 👀 hope you’ll enjoy it!

thank you @iamthepotato for beta reading whatever this is 😂❤️ your hype and approval gets me going! 🔥

There was not a single pair of eyes that has not seen who you belong to.

There was not a single heart that did not tremble in fear at the name invisibly branded into your entire being.

They should know better than to look at you when HE does not allow them to.

They should know already that whenever you walk the streets of Tokyo, death follows.

Some still do not comprehend the danger in which they place themselves when trying to take something away from the man whose name is blessing your lips in the late hours of the night, when they try to destroy the man that has every single bit of his cursed soul embedded into yours, when they try to hurt the only person that represents the man’s anchor to reality. Rivers of blood will coat the concrete grounds of Tokyo, back-alleys filled with gruesomely eviscerated bodies of men that tomorrow will no longer be, a stream of murder and chaos following when even the tiniest, faintest sound of pain would dare leave the lips of his beloved.

And here you were.

Strands of hair falling quietly, carried to the ground by the faint gusts of a 2 AM wind soothing the ache which embraced a pair of bloodied knees, scars bound to adorn them by morning as a sign of fighting, opposing and surviving. Flashbacks from not even an hour ago rushed before your eyes, being dragged across the pavement by the same hair that was now still falling, remnants from the force exerted on it, knees scraping painfully to try and delay the man that has dared to take away HIS most precious possession. Skirt almost tore in half when trying to fight him off, a strap from the tank top completely ripped, exposing a part of your bare chest, material covering the skin just above the nipple.

Emptiness could be read in your eyes, head cocked to the side, absorbing with an unmatched hunger and satisfaction, lips curved upwards in a sickening smile, how the captor stared in horror at the person standing behind you. The same person that stopped him before it was too late - your legs parted, mind already at peace with what was about to happen, how this vile human being was going to destroy what was HIS for a simple reason: money.

“You came.” a breathless whisper rolled off your bloodied lips from when slapped in an attempt to be pushed into submission.

“Always for you.” the soothing voice of Shuji Hanma hugged all of the senses the man kneeling at your feet broke, piecing them back together bit by bit, back leaning into his chest in relief. “Pretty, broken baby.”

“Always on time.” you replied completely intoxicated with the scent of the man you adored beyond any reasonable explanation or figment of reality, humming in pleasure hearing a gun being cocked. “I love that sound.”

“I know, princess.” Shuji chuckled darkly, a shiver traveling along your body as he allowed the barrel to soothingly brush along one of the bruised arms, taking away any bit of pain you might have felt previously. “No one is allowed to live when they touch what is rightfully mine. My most prized possession.”

A soft gasp escaped into the air at the feeling of his slender fingers wrapping around your vulnerable neck, palm pressing carefully against the protruding veins in which the blood accelerated at such intimate touch - one of your favorite. There was no pressure under Shuji’s fingertips, protectively and possessively showing the man before him who you truly belonged to. Lips found purchase into one of the spots that always brought goosebumps to the surface, warm breath fanning behind your ear as slow, yet short, kisses were placed as they fell to the valley between the shoulder and neck, a quiet moan being released when he marked the sensitive skin.

Always intoxicating. Always capable of turning you into a puppet, tied with the strings he would so easily manipulate into having what was his dance by the rhythm of a song only Shuji could sing. You could barely remember the days before meeting him, when all but an innocent breath of a human being walked the streets of Tokyo in an attempt to find out who she truly was. There was no longer a vivid recollection of memories where he was not in them, where his whispers wouldn’t electrocute every single fiber of your being, where the burning touch of hungry fingertips wouldn’t unravel what was left of your old self, everything that had existed before him entering your life turning into a pile of ashes scattered into the wind. Life was nothing more than a token of love and respect you had placed into Shuji’s palms without a shadow of a doubt, handing the man the ability to use your existence as desired.

“P-p-please ..” the man weakly begged, head bowed while eyeing the ground. “I-I .. I had no .. no idea s-she was .. yours.”

“Everyone knows.” you growled, body pushing even more into Shuji’s chest for security and comfort, denying the feral urge to rip the man’s head off with your bare hands. “He’s mine and I’m his.”

“And she loves me .. OH!” Shuji dramatically waved the gun into the air before pointing it at the man. “.. so damn much she’ll kill for me. Right, baby?”

Hand still locked around your throat, fingers burning into the skin as his teeth bit onto the earlobe causing you to moan right before the man that was shivering in fear. Well aware of how damp your panties were from this mere gesture, thighs rubbed against each other in search of the friction that could bring only a small amount of relief compared to the man that owned you, the man you so desperately adored with every fiber of your being.

“Yes.” you breathed out, ass grinding against the growing erection in Shuji’s pants as a low growl erupted from the back of his throat.

“If you kill him for me ..” Shuji rasped into your ear, maliciousness dripping down that sinful tongue only you knew what was capable of. “.. I’ll reward you.”

Jolts of madness rushed from each extremity and right into the brain, the word “reward” causing your fingers to wrap around Shuji’s wrist, gliding softly along each bone and vein until they reached the cold metal of the gun. Gust of wind carried the laugh filled with evil and danger that was released into the air, breaking the silence formed between the three people about to be involved in a murder. Without second thoughts, you grabbed the gun, being the first time pointing it at a person with the intent to kill.

To kill for the man you love.

To kill for HIM.

What was more poetic than that? Every thread of rationale being laced with all the praise and maniacal affection you were going to receive after all was said and done. Every single cell in your body intoxicated with the power Shuji Hanma exuded. He was capable of bringing out of you the deepest darkness one could have, desiring to taste blood on your lips, yearning to feel the power of having the hand that held life and death over a person, mind obsessing constantly into a destructive loop that proved beyond any reasonable doubt that you were fully dedicated to him - a token of a poisoned love no one was capable of understanding.

“P-please ..” the man that tried to destroy you pleaded for mercy. “I-I will .. never .. never .. touch you ag-”

Before the sentence could even be finished, a whole was carved into his forehead, bullet plunging deeply through the flesh and bone, piercing a brain that was no longer able to ever plan a kidnapping or rape. The closeness with which the shot was taken had small droplets of blood coating your face and torn clothes, trickling down the man’s forehead, making their way along his face as the body dropped on the side, lifeless and not missed by anyone.

Power surge engulfed all of your senses, goosebumps filled the skin as a malicious grin split your face, a high never felt before from any drug coursing through the body as the gun was still resting in the hand that took a life. Tongue darted out, licking along the curvature of your lips, metallic taste coating every single taste bud as you finally acquired a new taste - blood.

“That’s my pretty, broken baby.” Shuji praised, hand releasing your throat to take the gun away while with the other hand you were spun around, golden eyes flashing dangerously into the night before his lips captured yours into a searing kiss, him humming at the new taste coating your mouth.

Still caught into a power trip, mind racing a thousand miles per minute, replaying the way you mercilessly fired the gun, the trajectory of the bullet moving into slow motion before your eyes, blood splatter and a last breath painting the picture perfect of a scene that has earned you the much deserved reward. Reality abruptly came to life the moment slender fingers tugged at what was left of the material of your tank top, ripping it apart in one swift movement, allowing your breasts to spill and bounce playfully. Perked up nipples hardened when being pinched and pulled at, a sinful moan splitting into the air feeling Shuji’s hands kneading at the soft flesh, knee parting your legs.

“Be a good girl for me.” Shuji purred into your ear, giving a sharp slap to your right breast that caused another moan to be released, getting drunk on the pain and pleasure mixing together. “I promised a reward, didn’t I?”

His voice rasping closely to your skin was enough to push you into the usual submission, bending obediently over the car’s hood and spreading your legs even wider than he initially did. One of his hands ripped off the already torn skirt along with the pair of lacy thongs you always wore for him, throwing them on the ground, glistening cunt exposed for everyone to see if passing by. The other hand came down abruptly, wrapping around the back of your neck and being forced to look directly at the lifeless body all laid out on the concrete. Blood in the process of drying out along with the harsh slap Shuji inflicted on your bare ass allowed for a high pitched moan to erupt yet again.

“That’s my good girl.” Shuji chuckled, viciousness slipping along the length of his tongue as he released his cock from the tight confinement of his pants. “Getting all wet and excited killing for me.”

“Shu-Shuji .. p-pleaseeee ..” you moaned feeling his veiny length rubbing in between your puffy folds, coating itself in dripping arousal.

Without any warning, his grip tightened around your neck while the other hand pressed onto the waist, grounding you completely to the hood of the car before plunging into your wet cunt and bottoming out completely. The scream erupting from the back of your throat had Shuji laughing, gummy walls clenching tightly around his cock from the overstretch. It was always a dizzying sensation, mind thrown in complete disarray as he mercilessly pounded into you as if being his last day alive - finally being inside of you after such a long, tedious event being the only downfall he would accept.

Strings of curses and whimpers intertwined into the chilly air, slipping past blood coated lips that knew nothing else than endless pleasure, both losing into the way Shuji’s thick, veiny cock dragged along your welcoming heat. He lost himself into you the same way you were unraveling on the hood of his car, inhibitions nowhere to be found, pebbled nipples grazing against the metal, each friction adding even more to the arousal of being fucked by the man that owned you completely, in a space where everyone could see.

“So fucking .. tight!” Shuji grunted, setting a merciless pace, the lewd squelching of your pussy turning one of the most powerful men you have ever laid eyes on into a slack-jawed mess - pupils blown with lust watching how your cunt was sucking in his slick coated cock.

Calloused hand moved from the waist to grip the flesh of your thigh, fingers hungrily dipping into the skin before Shuji pulled your leg up, pressing it into the hood. Nails dug into the paint, chipping it away slightly as the new angle allowed him to drill even deeper into the mess your cunt turned into. Neck being released from the deathly grip, Shuji’s fingers found purchase into your hair, pulling at it without a care in the world as a few bones could be heard cracking the moment he managed to arch your body as he pleased.

“Such a fucking slut.” he cooed, teeth digging into the sensitive skin coating your neck, a pleasured scream erupting as his pace never let up, cock shaping up your insides into its form, repeatedly hitting that, oh, so sweet spot. “Getting off when I fuck you next to a dead body where everyone can see.”

The shameless moan slipping past your lips was immediately accompanied by eyes slipping into the back of your head, Shuji’s hips rolling at the perfect angle, skins slapping against each other into one of the most pornograhpic scenes one could witness. Maybe it was the effect of his words, maybe it was the power trip in which you still bathed, maybe it was the way he fucked himself into you as if being his own personal little toy, or maybe it was all of the above but your pussy clamped down so hard on his cock that Shuji let out a hiss and landed another harsh slap on the sensitive flesh of your ass.

“I-I’m gonna ..” you choked out, words unable to find their way out as his grip intensified into the hair, pulling you even harder towards him until not even the air was able to be allowed in or out.

“Make a mess on my cock.” Shuji growled, half-lidded, golden eyes flashing with lust at the delicious white ring formed at the base of his cock. “My pretty, little slut.”

High pitched moans ringed into the air, eyes lost all the way into the back of the head as you came under his command, allowing to let yourself go and let that coil snap, your entire body shivering violently as the climax almost pushed his cock out. Letting your body fall forward against the hood, a babbling mess, words that made absolutely no sense being thrown out, Shuji chased his own release that came in no more than two strong thrusts. Hands gripping tightly your already bruised waist, nails digging crescents into the skin, he stilled inside of your abused pussy, white ropes of cum painting your walls beautifully.

Pulling out with a soft pop, chest heaving and breaths coming in uneven waves, Shuji bent down, lips smacking a kiss on the left ass cheek while the right one got a bite mark to last for days. You could not even react to the pain, trying to catch what was left of your breath, feverish skin being soothed by the metallic coolness of the hood.

“Keep it in, baby.” Shuji sweetly said, two fingers gathering the cum that was already dripping out of your spent cunt and pushing it back in. “Yeah?”

“B-but you destroyed my panties.” you pouted, head lifting and turning to look at the man that was sporting a delicious smirk, clenching in an attempt to keep it all in.

“I’ll buy you others.” Shuji replied amused, shirt coming off his body before pulling you off the hood. “Don’t I always?”

“Mhm.” you hummed pleased, oversized shirt dressing the bare body littered with past love bites, doe eyes meeting his with hope and want. “Did I make you proud?”

“You did, princess.” Shuji answered with a grin, both admiring the masterpiece sprawled on the concrete in a pool of blood and brain matter. “You killed for me.”

And you’d do it all over again.

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drakendaydreams · 2 years

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A/N: It's the first time we're switching up characters and we're gonna use Shuji Hanma. 😌 I know this man likes to use the cuffs so that's exactly what we're gonna do. If you want to be added to the taglist for Kinktober then send me an ask or DM. Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist.

Character: Shuji Hanma (x fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, handcuffs, restraints, pet names (good girl, dirty girl, darling, Shu, ), slight degradation, edging, orgasm denial, teasing, offensive language (swearing), minors DNI

Word Count: 1.3k

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You could feel his eyes on you from the bed as you stood at the dresser, just a peek around in the mirror showed you that the gears in his head were turning. You would admit that you had a little bit of fear in you as you thought about moving, a small bit of terror at what he could possibly be thinking about. It was Hanma after all.

The mattress moved, the sound nearly echoing through the room as you finally turned around. Hanma placed his hand down beside himself and picked something up, something that you hadn’t even noticed until it was right in front of you. His finger spun the end of a pair of handcuffs around on it, a smug grin filling his features as he tilted his head back.

You swallowed hard and froze in your spot, your legs telling you that moving toward him was a bad idea in this situation. When you didn’t move he scooted farther to the edge of the bed, his large hands reaching out to you to grab your legs and pull you close. As your body moved you squeaked, his feral eyes watching you with everything that you did. You were convinced that he could hear your heartbeat as it pounded in your ears.

Hanma’s hands left your hips and grabbed your wrists, pulling them behind you with ease. You knew better than to disobey and fight him, doing so would always end in punishment. And Hanma’s punishments were about as nice as you would expect them to be, the man would torture, bring you to the edge, and never let you leave it. It was a special skill of his. You felt the cool metal touch your wrists and almost pulled away from him. Your better judgment told you not to right before you had.

Hanma looked around and smirked again, closing the end around your left wrist. “What’s the matter my darling? You look nervous about something. You could never be nervous about something I’m about to do to you, now could you?”

You wanted to scream at him, wanted to slap him in his smug, stupid face, but you were sure that would just make the situation one hundred times worse. You pulled yourself together and shook your head at him, putting on the best confidence-filled voice that you could. “Don’t be silly, Shu. Why on earth would I be afraid of something you were about to do to me?”

Hanma leaned in, placing his ear against your chest as he laughed softly, clicking his tongue as he sat back up. “Now don’t you dare lie to me, you know how I hate being lied to. I know damn well that you’re terrified. I might have to make the punishment even worse just for that.”

He gripped your other wrist before you could pull away from him slapping the other side of the cuffs onto it. The hand that read punishment on the back gripped your throat from behind, pushing you toward the edge of the bed with him. Your knees nearly buckled as you felt the mattress behind you, the only thing holding you up was the way his fingers dug into your skin. You choked out your words, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he tightened. “Sh-Shuji, please. I didn’t mean it.”

It took one hand to push you onto the bed, his body hovering over yours only a moment later. You wanted to wrap yourself around him, wanted to dig into his back, but the cuffs around your wrist stopped you completely and the fact that they not sat behind your back made it even worse. This was torture enough in itself and he knew that, the way he snickered as he pushed his hands into the sides of your shorts was enough to let that be known. A quick pull had the fabric down your legs, his tongue running over his lips as he took in the sight of you.

His deep voice had a sultry rasp to it, the sound of it making you squirm even more under his touch. Hanma’s hands ran down your sides, your shorts now tossed haphazardly on the floor at the foot of the bed. Long fingers ran between your legs, pushing between the lace of your panties. His fingers easily found your folds, his thumb running over your clit, your body arching with him. The more that you squirmed the more he moved, his fingers sliding into your core with a vigorous pace. “Someone’s just so needy for me, isn’t she?” His free hand pushed your thighs apart, not wanting any possibility that you get any less from him. “Stop trying to hide on me, darling. We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

The warmth in your abdomen grew more and more, your walls clenching around his fingers as you chased your high. You were so close, the euphoria that you were looking for sitting just on the edge, but this wasn’t how this was going to go, the sparkle in his eyes and the hand that read sin had other plans.

His name fell from your lips over and over as your hips began to move in rhythm with the thrust of his fingers and just as you felt that release about to happen he pulled them away. A frustrated moan screamed out of you as cried out for his return. “Fuck, Shu, please… I need it.”

He hummed in contentment and placed his hand on your abdomen. “You need it? What do you need, dirty girl? Go ahead and tell me what you want. I think you can do that, can’t you?”

You tried desperately to nod your head, barely able to hold back the need and desire that flooded you. “Need to cum, please help me. I can’t stand it.” You ground your hips toward him, fighting against the cuffs as you tried to pull your arms from behind you to reach for him again. “Please make me cum, Shuji.”

“You sound so pretty when you beg me like that. I just might have to give in here. I think that's the prettiest that you’ve ever sounded for me at a time like this.” His hand slid back down your abdomen and between your legs again, quickly finding your heat as he worked his fingers back and forth. “I can’t believe you’re that desperate for me. Acting like we didn’t get a few rounds in this morning to hold you over. Just my little slut, yeah?”

You nodded fast as you felt the coil in your abdomen tightening again, that same bliss that you had just about had coming back to you in an instant. Your hips moved against his hand and this time he didn’t stop you, this time Hanma moved his fingers even faster. The way you looked at you cried out his name kept him from holding off. He needed to see that look of absolute passion when you finally hit your high.

As quickly as it began you felt that coil snap, warmth flooding your loins as a string of curses erupted from you and your velvety walls clamped down around his digits. But he didn’t stop them, Shuji Hanma was going to make every second count, everything was worth it when it came to your pleasure and he wasn’t going to get skimpy.

Hanma’s fingers fucked in and out of you at the same pace that he had held the entire time, not wavering as he felt you pulsing around him, your slick coating his fingers in a thick white barrier. “That’s my fucking girl. You’re lucky that your lie was only a small one this time. Had it been any bigger this would have gone on all night.”

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matsunosan · 2 years

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Hi! I’m a new follower and I love all ur writings!! I saw that ur requests are open so may I please request “comforting hanma after kisaki’s death” please? With a fem reader too please. And the reader and hanma are also are dating. If ur not comfortable u don’t need to do it!

IN YOUR ARMS - HANMA SHUJI X READER (SLIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD - CHAPTER 187)

A/N: YESSSSSS- I love this idea so much- this man NEEDS comfort. I also love writing angst and angst-to-fluff! I hope you enjoy lovely!

Prompt: Comforting Hanma after Kisaki's death.

Summary: Everyone has days where the negative thoughts try and take over. After coming home from a long day at work, you see that your boyfriend is having a really hard time. How will you help him?

WARNINGS: SPOILERS!!! mentions of death, angst but lotssss of comfort : )

Word Count: 727

You carefully unlocked the door to your apartment, the cold metal biting at your skin as you welcomed in the familiar smell of vanilla candles and cinnamon incense. It was good to be back home after a long day at work, the soles of your feet sore from walking up the stairs in your apartment building. The hallway was quiet, the only sounds came from you removing your heavy coat and slipping off your heels. You sighed, the burden of your clothing finally setting you free once your coat was on its proper hanger. You stretched, reaching your arms up and letting out a yawn. Typically, you would continue to stretch out your tired muscles, but the faint sounds of sniffles from your bedroom made you cease your movements.

Hanma could hear the quick pads of your feet as he tried his best to conceal his tears, but as soon as your figure appeared in the doorway, he knew all hope was lost. “Hanma?” you called his name, your usual work clothes clung to your body and he could see the faint dark circles under your eyes. You were exhausted. “Hey,” you cooed gently, moving over to crouch down beside the man who sat at the foot of your bed. “I’m here, I promise.” Your arms snaked around his trembling figure, the typically wild, fierce man broke into sobs at the sudden embrace. “Shhh,” you shushed him, running your fingers through his scalp. What would he do without you? Your honey-laced tone was enough to ease him, to make him feel like he was home. Hanma never knew what love or family was, but the way you cared for him so tenderly or the way you calmed him down from the nightmares was enough to prove to him that he was capable of being loved. He tries his best to stay strong for you, but the memories of that night flooded his mind. How could he forget the one person he knew so well? Kisaki was the only person he knew and followed mindlessly, until you came into his life.

Your heart broke at the state of your boyfriend, his pajamas wet with tears and his hands trembled in your own. You pressed your lips to his temple, grabbing his cheeks softly and moving his heavy head to rest on your chest. “I’m so proud of you,” you praised him, feeling his breath begin to slow and his shaking settle down. “You’re so strong.” Though time has passed, there were moments where flashbacks of Kisaki’s death would bring Hanma down to where he was now: broken, scared, and disconnected. You continued to wipe his tears away, running your hands through his locks and rubbing circles into his back. When he had finally calmed down, you kissed him tenderly. Every negative thought slipped Hanma’s mind when he focused on the soft flesh of your lips, the taste of minty gum and sugar-cookie chapstick making him dizzy. He grabbed your hands, lacing his fingers with your own and giving them a gentle squeeze as a way to say “thank you”. The pads of your thumbs traced along his tattoos, remembering each stroke of the “sin” and “punishment” characters. To both of your dismay, you broke away from the kiss with a small exhale, standing up in front of Hanma. He gave you a teary-eyed look and you giggled at his poor attempt at a puppy-face. “Come on,” you smiled, offering your hand to help him up. “Why don’t we take a nice, hot bath? I’ll even use bubbles!” Hanma chuckled, smiling for the first time that night.

A groan escaped your lips when you slipped into the hot bath, bubbles enveloping your figure as you leaned back against Hanma’s chest. His arms wrapped around your torso instinctively, his head coming to rest inbetween the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Thank you,” he mumbled against your skin, placing wet kisses on the hot skin. “Mhm,” you hummed, shifting your weight in the tub to give him better access. “Woah there,” Hanma smirked, quickly placing his hands on your hips to stop your movements. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby.” You leaned back to stare up at him, hands wrapping around his neck. “Do you need another distraction?” you asked with a mischievous grin.

“I think that sounds lovely.”

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shoyoist · 2 years

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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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shaisuki · 10 months

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bullies whose so smug in making you cry. a insult there and a shove there. mocking you for existing in their lives. who always scowls when they see you. the looks of displeasure when you hang out with others. living your life by acting dumb and innocent at them when they truly know what you are, they think but it contradicts on how you react with everybody. you're so kind and sweet but oblivious at things sometimes that's why he got you pinned under him.

"you like whoring yourself to anyone who gives you attention, huh?"

a pathetic no coming from your lips and they only scoff at you. not believing in what you have to say for yourself. they can see the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes while they squish your cheeks so hard. they're just angry at you for giving your attention to others and not them but don't worry they know how to get all your attention and only them. they'll just scare away who gets too close to you and spread some dumb rumor about you and it's fine. you'll always have them.

"is my poor baby sad? that's fine you have me. after all, no one cares about you."

they always make sure you're stuffed full of their thick, huge cock in your juicy cunt. sometimes their thick fingers and tongue when they're feeling generous, cause a whiny bitch like you is always hungry for some attention.

"you going to cum? work for it."

they always love that when you get whiny and needy for them but they're the one most affected by it. only gets them riled up to always fill you up with their load. watches as your stomach jiggles from how hard they're pounding your fat pussy. plush thighs trembling from the pleasure they're giving to you. holding your wide hips so tight they almost bruised from it. they like putting their hands around your neck too, watch the tears roll into your round cheeks and it makes them cum in the spot. kiss your lips until they're swollen.

can you blame them? they are just bullies who calls you pathetic but can't get enough of you. their poor, dumb baby.

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀, 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀, 𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍, 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢, 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐠𝐨, 𝐑𝐈𝐍, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔, 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚,𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮, 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔, 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 8 months

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Morning Sex 18+ Ft: Draken, Hakkai, Shuji, Taiju, and Ran Resident of @enchantedforest-network TW: Morning sex, suggestive theme, suggestive language, penetration, fingering, masturbating, making out, mutual masturbation

Taiju

Your dreams began sweet but ended a bit more sinfully when opening your eyes you could see your husband still sleeping. Seeing his chest rise up and down, he looked like a masterpiece. Biting your lower lip your hands began to rub his hard chiseled abs they began to travel lower and lower going underneath the band of his briefs finding his cock. You slowly began to stroke his cock. With just a few strokes you heard a low throat groan coming from him. His eyes half opened, his eyes fixated on you. “What do you think you're doing?” “Playing with what's mine.” you playfully spoke to him. Your lashes batting at him then back at the covers moving as you were stroking his cock. He looked at the time and Sunday services started in an hour and a half. “Waking up with such sinner thoughts like the little slut you are.” letting out a lower growl.

Pushing off the covers and removing the briefs from his lower extremities. “You love fucking this little slut. Doesn't that make you a sinner as well?” you cooed as you rub the tip of his cock that had pre-cum.

“I guess we are lucky we have a little bit of time before the services. But it doesn’t give me enough time to fuck the sins out of you my way.” Taiju looked down at your hand reaching the back of your head gripping a fist full of your hair. “I wanna see how much of a little slut you can be before we have to get ready.”

Hanma

“Ba-be I- I mmmm ngh shit~~~ i need to get ready.” you couldn't even get the words out of your lips. Your hands were pressed on your beds as you were bent over. “You think I could resist you walking all nice clean for me.” He trusted hard a few times making you gasp for air. “They wouldn’t mind you being an hour late or two.”

Hanma was getting a good view of his cock sliding inside of you. He saw the ring of cum at the base of his cock. You were simply enjoying every ounce of his cock being rammed inside of you. This wouldn’t be the first time you were late because of him. It definitely wouldn’t be the last time either. He leaned over his tongue sliding up your back till he reached your shoulder placing a sweet kiss. The soft panting coming from him, his hands grasped onto your breast. His body was already glistening with sweat as his body pressed against your back. “Fuck it this your third time being late? You don’t need that job now, let daddy take care of you.” he purred in your living you could hear the menacing chuckle coming from him. “Your only job right now is to take all of my cock inside of you.” Draken

He is the first one to walk up but he is too comfortable to get out of bed. His head is buried into the back of your head. He got a whiff of your shampooed hair “Babe get up.” he grumbled with his eyes closed. “No” you mumbled in a groggy tone. “It's too early….” “It's 7, come one get up.” he slightly opened his eyes to see the time on the alarm. “You get up then I will get up.” you weren’t gonna get up not until he did. It was a bit hard at first because his arms were wrapped around you.

You felt his hand sliding up your stomach passing your breast where his hand applied slight pressure to your neck. That woke you up instantly then heard his voice in a low husk tone “You can be such a brat sometimes” his hand traveling to your lips. His index finger parting your lips. You began sucking on his index finger. You shifted your body, turning your head around the lazy expression on his face. His hands rested on your hip before his hands began to travel to your lower extremities. He began to the fabric where your cunt was. “I’m up.” you softly moaned. “Oh you are now?” a cocky smirk on his lips as he continues to rub your covered cunt. The more he had friction he noticed you becoming damper.

“I need my dose of vitamin D kenny.” you cooed as his hand went into your bottoms and he began to rub your swollen lips.

Ran

The king of sleeping was in dreamland before he felt some slight friction against his groin. You did tend to move a lot in your sleep you were not consciously knowing what you were doing. His cock started to become harder. He let a low groan out. “Shiiittt.” He wanted you to wake up. “Honey.”

“Hmmm?” you heard his voice close to your ear. “Ran what happened?” you yawned not fully being awake.

“You have woken my friend with all your movements in your sleep..” his cock pressed against your ass. “Don’t you think it’s fair to take care of the problem you created unconsciously or not?” his lazy voice echoed in your ear. “Your right Ran.” you turned around your hand reaching for his cock and began to stroke him. You felt his cock pulsating in your hand as you continued to stroke his girthy cock. Hearing the soft moaning coming from him as his hand caressed your cheek his press latched onto yours. His hands sliding into your panties, he did waste time as his two fingers began to fuck your cunt. You began to pump faster the more he began to finger fuck you.

Hakkai

Hakkai’s throbbing member slid deeper inside of you, your walls squeezing around his cock. On your side, you were gripping the sheets. One leg was lifted slightly supported by Hakkai’s hands as the other hand was around you, his fingers messing with your sensitive clit. Everything you were feeling was just intensified. “Kai~~~.” Moaning his name out loud you could hear his panting in your ear. As he slowed down his thrusting, he let out a low groan. He barely arrived early in the morning after being overseas the last few weeks. Not even an hour of being him your both ended up in the bed you both shared.

“I missed you so much .” Raspy tone feeling warm breath hits the shell of your ear.

“I -I missed you too Hakkai~~.” You said between each moan. “D-don’t stop just like that~~” whimpering as the tall slender man's cock still slid in and out of you.

“Fuck.”..letting a long groan out loud as his thrusting was becoming a bit sloppier. In your tone and the way your pussy was tightening around his cock you were close to coming. Turning your head towards him you could see him flexing his jaw and just for him to see the lewd expression on your face the sound of his cock thrusting hard into you... The warm cum filled your pussy up once again as you both locked eyes with one another.

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holding their hand

Tokyo revengers boys holding your hand for the first time Pt.2

Includes: Kakucho, Hanma, Ran, Rindou

tags: fluff, flirting, confession, protectiveness??

A/N: I didn’t expect my first story to get many likes so thank you for everyone who interacted ♡♡♡

Kakucho

Kakucho is always kind to you constantly providing you with nice gestures, so when he invited you to get some coffee you didn’t think anything of it.

Since it was nearing Valentine’s Day, the coffee shop had a discount for couples. Kakucho asked if you wanted to put on an act for some discounted food, and of course you agreed because who doesn’t like free food.

The waiter came to the table complementing you with a smile “your girlfriend is extremely beautiful.” “I know she is” he says with a sweet yet cocky smile on his face. You decide to ignore it telling the waiter thankyou and flashing Kakucho a smile because maybe it was just to keep the act up.

After paying the check Kakucho gets up from his side of the booth walking over to your side holding his hand out, you take his hand as he helps you out the booth. “Wow your really putting your all into this act” You say as yall walk out of the shop hand in hand. “It’s not an act stupid” he responds with a slight smile as he opens the shop door for you to exit. “What” you respond as you exit the shop. “I said it’s not an act Y/N” he says before he grabs you by the waist to move you to the side of the sidewalk opposite from the cars.

Hanma

Hanma was a wild card and everyone knew it. He was constantly taunting you and mocking you any chance he got. It was so much to the point that you couldn’t tell when he was being serious or joking.

Although he was crazy you could see he had a heart making himself vulnerable sometimes, you don’t even think he was aware when he was even exposing his true self sometimes.

As you two were walking you end up tripping over your shoes causing you to stumble. “Next time I’ll push you down myself” he say’s chuckling as he looks down at you. “If you push me you’ll regret it…trust me” you say jokingly knowing in the event that he actually pushed you that you would be defenseless.

He shoves you jokingly “now do something” he says smiling.

As you go to shove him back he grabs your wrist while smiling down at you. “Your weak” he says laughing as you give him a slight pout. “You’re not as funny as you think you are” you say with furrowed brows. “You know you enjoy my antics” he says moving his grip down from your wrist to your hand relaxing it in the middle of the two of y’all. “I don’t” you reply monotone but it was obvious you weren’t mad.

Ran

Ran was a lady’s man nobody could deny that. So you never took it seriously whenever he tried to flirt or compliment you.

But this time you were a little unsure. Here he was giving you a bag with a gift. “Open it” he says nonchalantly holding it out for you to grab. “Huh, what’s this?” you ask grabbing it from him taking out the crinkle paper inside. “Thought of you when I saw it” he says with a small smile as his low eyes look down at you with anticipation for your reaction.

You pull out a pearl necklace and a bracelet with the initial “R” dangling from it. “It’s very pretty” you say staring at it with admiration “but I think you left a bracelet for someone else in here stupid” you say thinking he was trying to buy gifts for multiple girls at once. “No I didn’t, it’s yours stupid* he says monotone looking at you with slight amusement. “I’m not stupid, my name doesn’t start with R, you messed up” you say smirking thinking you caught him holding the jewelry out for him to grab. “I know your name doesn’t start with R it’s because mine does” he says taking the jewelry, grabbing your wrist clipping the piece of delicate jewelry onto your wrist.

“Why did you get me this…don’t get me wrong I’m appreciative but why” you say looking up at him as he focuses on the jewelry he’s putting on your wrist. “Because you’re mine Y/N and I want everyone to know it” He smiles at you cockily after he finishes putting the jewelry on your wrist. You look at him a little surprised and suspicious. “Do you have an issue with that” he ask smirking down at you. “No…thanks for the jewelry it’s pretty, I like it” you say with a shy smile. “I know…pretty just like you” he says grabbing your hand.

Rindou

Rindou was your boy best friend. You two had the same humor and often laughed a lot with each other. And you two were now walking home from school together.

As you were walking home from school you looked down at your shoes to notice there untied. “Ugh my shoes keep coming untied” you groan starting to bend down. “Stop” he says lightly grabbing your arm lightly pulling you up. “Let me do it” he says smiling at you as he gets down on one knee. “Put your foot up Y/N” he says patting his thigh. “Oh ok” you say putting your foot on his thigh.

He starts focusing on tying your shoe for you. “You know I could tie it myself” you say looking down at him. “I know but I can’t let you tie your own shoes” he says taking your foot off his thigh as he finishes tying it.

You look at him confused as he stands up. “Why?” You ask him confused. “Because that’s not very gentlemanly” he says smirking at you. “If you say so” you shrug as you continue to walk.

He stops walking and you notice, so you turn around to see why he stopped. “You know Y/N, you’d never have to do anything for yourself if you were with me” he say hands in pockets. “Huh? What are you talking about” you say walking towards him.

“I’m saying that you would never have to lift a finger if you were with me” he says smirking grabbing your hand pulling you closer to him to get his point across. “Are you going to take me up on my offer” he say smirking looking over at you as he continues walking still holding your hand.

Part 1 down here ⇩

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luxthestrange · 8 months

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TOKREV Incorrect quotes#14 Flirted

In the middle of the Fight is the breaker to save Draken

Shuji*Just as he was about to swing a hit to Mikey he was pulled hit with a bat on the stomach making him land on his butt and looks up to see you with a bat at hand*...Woooohooo~hoo!~Look at you, girl! You're as fine looking as a creme brulee!~

Y/n*Freezes and lowers bat with a frown at The Giant Of Valhalla* Excuse me?... -Am I being flirted with by a psychotic rat?

Mikey:...

Part 3(Also a prequel-)

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokrev #tokrev x reader #tokrev x y/n #tokrev mikey #tokrev hanma #manjiro sano #shuji hanma #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano x y/n #shuji hanma x reader #shuji hanma x y/n #tokrev fluff #tokrev incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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effetsecndaires · 10 months

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— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. (𝟏𝟖+)

INCLUDES | rindou haitani, shuji hanma, takashi mitsuya, hakkai shiba.

CONTENT WARNING | smut, oral sex (fem receiving), hakkai's is sfw

NOTE | another one that nobody asked for! everyone is of age and of course - everything is consensual <3

— RINDOU.

The clock on your bedside table read 10:28am. Neither of you had a care in the world, no work to do and nowhere to be. You were lazily sprawled out on the bed, hands tugging at Rindou's hair as his head moved between your thighs, licking and sucking every last drop of slick you offered up to him.

Your head had lulled to the side on your pillow, your chest rising and falling with heavier breaths as he pushed you further toward a first orgasm, his slow, lazy movements causing soft whimpers and sighs of pleasure to slip from your lips.

He focused his attention on your clit and you flinched, gasping softly as he did something particularly good with his tongue. But you quickly relaxed again as he went back to lapping up and down your folds without quite touching your clit this time, not wanting you to come just yet.

— HANMA.

When you stirred awake from your sleep, your groggy mind made it hard for you to tell if the sensation you were feeling between your legs was a dream or actually happening in real life. But a single half-lidded glance down was enough to answer your question.

You sighed his name as Hanma softly sucked your clit into his mouth, your hands immediately coming down to grip his hair as you bucked your hips forward for more. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping them wide open as he pleasured you, his moans against your clit triggering your own.

It only took a few more seconds for the knot in your stomach to unravel, a lazy, drawn out moan escaping the back of your throat as you came, your hands keeping him close.

— MITSUYA.

You woke up to the feeling of warm kisses on your shoulder and neck, a soft sigh of content leaving your lips as you turned around to face your boyfriend.

"Good morning." he whispered, brushing a strand of hair off your face and pecking the tip of your nose lovingly. You smiled at him and pecked his lips in return, repeating his simple greeting. You let out a little laugh as he went back to kissing down your neck, eventually trailing his affection lower until his mouth was on your nipple. He didn't give you much time to enjoy the feeling though, preferring to use his mouth somewhere else.

Before you knew it he was parting your legs and settling in between them, his palms running up and down the warm skin of your inner thighs, making you whimper in anticipation.

His fingers skimmed across the fabric of your panties before he hooked into them and pulled them to the side, not wasting any time. He leaned down and started with what felt like a chaste kiss to your clit, a small but effective beginning. When your hips chased his mouth for more, he began flicking it gently with the tip of his tongue, first slow and light, then with a little more pressure.

"T-Taka..." You sighed, eyes fluttering close in delight and breathing picking up as you laced your fingers through his hair.

After a few minutes of foreplay you were both ready for more and Mitsuya was aligning himself with your entrance, slowly pushing in. He made love to you, his thrusts slow and lazy, your whimpers and quiet moans encouraging him to keep going.

— HAKKAI.

Hakkai woke up to find you still asleep beside him, your breathing soft and even as you dreamed.

Carefully, he held himself up on his forearm and began pressing soft kisses all over your shoulder and neck, his fingertips tracing lines up and down your arm at the same time. Your eyes eventually fluttered open and you greeted him with a smile as you turned around to face him, the feeling of his lips on your skin having left goosebumps in their wake.

You chuckled as he began pecking your lips and cheeks while mumbling how beautiful you are between each kiss. He eventually moved to hover over you and covered your entire face with kisses until you gently pushed him away from you, out of breath from laughter.

He pecked your lips one more time and you smiled up at him, cupping his cheek with one hand and letting your thumb tenderly brush over his scar.

Then Hakkai leaned down for another kiss, gentler and more passionate this time, only breaking it so he could kiss his way down your body and make himself comfortable between your spread legs.

#x reader #reader insert #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #rindou headcanons #rindou x you #rindou haitani x reader #mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya x reader #hakkai x y/n #hakkai x reader #hakkai shiba x reader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma x reader

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 2 months

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Another Kat HC of Hanma ::: He gets hard really easy so stimulating him will be a piece of cake.

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A/N ::: Thank you, Kat.

C/W ::: MDNI under the cut, please.

WC ::: 2k (+/-)

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"What're you doing, princess? What ... are ... you ... up ... to?" Hanma leaned forward a little from where the two of you sat on the couch to try and see your face. You were smooshed up against his side, under his left arm. Neither of you are really paying attention to the movie that was on. He patted your shoulder with his hand, "Asked you a question, you little delinquent. The fuck you think you're doin' down there?" He exhaled smoke through his laugh.

"I'm not doing anything. Just rubbing my hand on your leg and enjoying your company, Shuji. Is that a crime? And I'm not the delinquent in this partnership. You are. Don't project your shortcomings onto me, you ass."

"That's not my leg that y'rubbin there, princess. You know damn well what you're rubbin' on." He smirked and shifted so he was facing you. "Care to tell me why you're being so … whatever this is, tonight?"

“I just thought that's what you wanted. I saw the bulge in your pants before you came and sat down next to me. This is your doing.” You sat up and scooted away from him.

“Where you rumplin’ off to? I didn't say you could go anywhere, baby doll.”

You giggled and leaned back into his side, resting your head on his chest. You were getting tired of the movie anyway. Might as well put your attention on Hanma.

He took another long drag of his cigarette and looked down at you. You felt his eyes on you, but you pretended to keep your focus on the movie. He let out a soft sigh and ran his fingers through your hair.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Hanma's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Of course, Shuji. I love you too." You reached up and caressed his cheek. He nuzzled into your touch and you couldn't help but smile.

"I'm gonna get hard again if you keep doing that, you know?" His breath tickled your neck as he leaned over to whisper in your ear.

You moved your hand from his cheek to his thigh and gently squeezed it. "Why don't you give me something to work with, then?" You saw his cock twitch through his baggy khakis and you smirked.

Hanma chuckled and pressed his lips to your ear, "I don't know if I have anything to offer you, sweetheart. But if you wanna get me off, I'm sure you can find a way."

You lifted yourself up and straddled his lap, causing him to grunt in surprise. "I'm sure I can figure something out, my big strong boy."

Hanma snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him and turned his attention back to you. He bit his lip as he watched you move your hand up his thigh and brush it against his erection.

"Boy ... BOY? I don't know about that, princess. But I like that you think I'm strong."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly. Hanma smiled into the kiss and ran his hands up and down your back. "I know you are, baby. You're the strongest boy I ever did meet."

He chuckled and grabbed your hips, lifting you up and laying you down on the couch. He leaned over you and kissed your neck, his tongue grazing your skin as he moved down to your collarbone.

You moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair. He moved back up and kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You could taste the tobacco and nicotine on his lips and tongue, but it wasn't enough to stop you from kissing him back. In a sick way, you'd become addicted to his taste. As foul as it was, you associated it with kissing him and sometimes, if you're in the right kind of mood and you smell cigarettes out and about, it'll give you that initial rush of arousal. It's not the same for you, but it's good for him.

Hanma pulled away and started unbuttoning your shirt, his long, thin fingers deftly moving from one button to the next. "You want me to fuck you, baby? Huh? You want me to make you feel good? You know I will. I'll do anything for you, princess."

You moaned and arched your back, pushing your chest up into his touch as he slipped your shirt off and tossed it to the floor. He sat up and quickly removed his own shirt before leaning back over you.

"You're my baby girl, you know that?" He pressed his lips to your forehead and you felt your stomach flip. "So perfect. So sweet." He trailed kisses down your neck and to your chest, his breath hot on your skin. "You want me to make you cum, baby? Hmm? Want me to fill you up with my cock and make you scream my name?" He pressed his erection against your core and you whimpered.

"Yes, Shu, god, please fuck me. Make me feel good. Pleasepleaseplease." You wrapped your legs around his waist and bucked your hips up into his. He smirked and slowly thrust against you. "Please, Shuji."

Hanma chuckled and pulled away from you, causing you to whine. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, his erection springing free and slapping against his abdomen.

"I will never get tired of seeing that." You giggled as you said that under your breath. More for yourself than him, but he still heard you.

He winked at you and knelt down in front of the couch. "Come sit here, baby." He motioned for you to sit on the edge of the couch. You did as he asked and he grinned.

"Good girl. Now spread those pretty legs for me. Let me see you." He grabbed your thighs and gently pushed them apart, exposing your already dripping wet core. He licked his lips and leaned forward, pressing his tongue against your clit.

You gasped and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. "Hohmygod, Shuji, don't stop. Don't stop. Please, baby." You could feel him smile against you as he lapped at you.

Hanma slipped his finger into your core and curled it upward. You cried out and bucked your hips against his face. He kept sucking and licking your clit, his finger working in and out of you at a steady pace.

You felt yourself getting close and you tugged on his hair. "Shu ... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, baby, please. Please."

Hanma pulled away and smiled up at you, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal.

"W-wh- the hell, Hanma. Why'd you stop? You playin' some kinda game today? Fuck man." You pouted your best pout at him and began moving your hand over to your needy cunt. "Guess I'll have to take care of this myself. Woe is me. Woe ... is ... me." Your fingers worked your clit with the most precise accuracy. Like you were a computer that had received a set of perfect instructions.

The look on Hanma's face was that of betrayal. "What're y'doin'? Tryna hurt my feelings, princess? Goddamn it, y/n." He swatted your hand away and moved back in between your legs, his tongue instantly finding its way back to your clit.

You moaned and arched your back, pushing yourself against his face. "That's better. This pussy might be attached to you. But so long as you're my girl, this is my pretty little toy. Got it?" He asked, sounding more agitated than you thought he would. Which made you incredibly happy. You couldn't resist fucking with him. You rarely could. But today was not one of those days.

You nodded and tangled your fingers in his hair again. "Yes, Shuji. All yours. This pussy is all yours. Please make her cum." You bucked your hips up into his mouth and he groaned.

His finger slipped back into your core and you felt yourself getting close again. "Shu ... I'm gonna cum. Y-you - cum for me, too, baby."

Hanma pulled away again and stood up. He grabbed your arms and pulled you off the couch, turning you around and bending you over the armrest. He rubbed his cock against your entrance, teasing you.

"You want me, baby? Hmm?" His words were strained as he pressed the head of his cock against your opening, slipping just that in, you felt the intrusive pop of his dick warming your insides.

"Yes, Shuji ... fuck." You wiggled your ass against his groin and he grunted, pushing himself deeper into you. "Fuck me, baby. Please, Shu." You were begging for it, but it didn't seem to be enough for him.

"You want me to fuck you, princess? You sure?" He chuckled and grabbed your hips, pushing himself in until his cock was buried deep inside you. "You sure you can handle it? You sure you can handle allll this meat I'm feedin' you? You better open wide, slut. You're gonna dine well tonight."

You cried out as he began to thrust in and out of you, his cock filling you up so completely that you thought you might burst. "Shuji! Fuck!" You felt tears welling up in your eyes and you knew that this was going to be the best orgasm of your life.

"That's it, princess. Take all of my cock." He pulled nearly all of the way out and then thrust back in. He had always managed to brush against every single area of your insides that drove you to see stars. You could feel your walls pulsating around him as he moved in and out of you.

Hanma picked up the pace, his hips slamming against your ass as he fucked you. You moaned and gripped the armrest, your knuckles turning white as you held on for dear life.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you back, arching your spine and causing your tits to bounce with each thrust. "That's it, baby. You take my dick so well. Such a good little slut. So tight. So wet. Goddamn." His words were a mess, but it was music to your ears.

"Shu ... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Pleeease let me cum." Your voice was breathless, but you managed to get the words out.

Hanma leaned forward, nibbled on your ear and growled, "Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my dick."

You moaned and felt yourself coming undone. Your legs shook and you felt your pussy clench around his cock as you came. He grunted and you felt him still inside of you, his cum filling you up.

Hanma pulled out and you collapsed onto the couch, your legs unable to support you anymore. He chuckled and flopped down next to you, pulling you close to his chest.

"Fuck, that was good. You're so good, baby." He kissed your forehead and you smiled.

"Mmm, you're not so bad yourself, Shu. I love you."

He laughed and squeezed you tighter. "Love you, princess."

The two of you sat there, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, until you finally decided it was time to get cleaned up.

"Shu, I'm gonna go hop in the shower. Wanna come with?" You stood up and looked down at him. He smirked and nodded.

"You know I do, baby." He grabbed your hand and followed you into the bathroom, the two of you taking turns washing each other off and exchanging soft kisses under the warm spray of water.

You knew that Hanma was always horny and you didn't mind that one bit. After all, he made you feel so good, you couldn't complain.

Too much.

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animeangel21 · 10 months

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After you give him head or if he stops you while you’re giving him head he’s gonna kiss you. He is going to stick his tongue down your throat, lick the pre cum and drool off your lips and chin.

If he shoots his load in your mouth expect him to have a very sloppy make out session with you after because, he knows he takes care of himself and he wants to make sure it’s just right for ya.

Plus he alwaus says to himself fuck all that masculinity bullshit, he knows he taste good in your mouth

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burntmarshmallowchishiya · 7 months

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Hanma Shuji x Fem Y/N Smut Visuals

First post for Tokyo Revengers. I am so down bad for Hanma specifically Timeskip version.

Contains: daddy k1nk, fingering, butt plug, face slapping, degrading, spanking, teasing, p*ssy spanking and smoking

(you may need to have a twitter acc to watch it)

you are impaling yourself on hanma as he smokes

you two were left in the room after a meeting he decides to tease you

he likes it when you wear jewelry

he will hold you up in his arms so he can go deeper

you've sent him n0des he will give you punishment from his tattooed right hand

you love his daddy kink and degrades you

he just needs you desperately after having to deal with meetings & 'business' deals

he wants you to FaceTime kisaki so that he can show how well he's treating you

Presses you into the mattress so he can thrust at a much better angle

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hanma + his girlfriend whose oblivious to the fact that his roommate is hitting on her 🤍

a/n: cijsjxjwjd i saw this and was very intrigued, but nonetheless, my brain was working at 3 am and here we are. sorry if this is shitty 😭! thank you for sending this in by the way! 🫶🏻

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, college au, slight kisaki x reader, flirting, jealousy, possessiveness, nsfw, smut, some exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praising, use of pet names (doll, babydoll, princess, baby), some rough sex, breeding kink.

thrill ft. hanma shuji

He really hated how fucking oblivious you were.

He watched with sharp eyes how you stood there with that gorgeous smile on your face, speaking with his roommate oh so casually. Giggles flew past your lips at the little jokes Kisaki cracked to make you laugh. He wouldn’t have said a word, but a certain sentence made Hanma almost question his entire friendship with the man he had been living with for the past two years.

“Your laugh is cute.. really cute actually.”

Hanma could not stop thinking about it.

When you paused in your snickering, he figured you would have abandoned the conversation, but you didn’t. Instead, you did the exact opposite and kept speaking with Kisaki. You even thanked him for his compliment. Hanma couldn’t believe that his flirtation went completely over your head. He was the only one who caught onto it. He knew Kisaki Tetta better than anybody else, and he knew damn well when he was trying to get at something he craved.

He wanted to do something about it. It wasn’t the first time Kisaki had said something suspicious around you. Yet, you didn’t say a word and assumed it was platonic. However, Hanma knew that wasn’t true at all. He was done with your ignorance and he was ready to crack.

That’s how you ended up with your legs thrown over Hanma’s shoulders. His cock pressing deep into your womb, sending you over the edge from the euphoric feelings. He wasn’t showing any mercy either. He didn’t care how loud you were or how you practically begged him to not stop with tears brimming at your lash line.

A sadistic smile wore itself into his gorgeous features. He had the best view in the whole fucking world, and he wasn’t going to let anyone, not even Kisaki, get a chance to see it. You were his. You were his angelic little girlfriend. He wasn’t about to share you.

The hand with ‘Sin’ tattooed on it trailed down your abdomen slowly. Your flesh was like silk beneath his slender fingers. “Shiiiit, you’re driving me crazy, princess.” he slurred.

Your fingernails clawed at the skin on his shoulders. The pleasure became almost unbearable from how great his thrusts were. You could hardly keep up with him. “H-Hanma! It’s.. too m-much! Ah!“ your head fell backwards onto the pillows behind you, eyeballs disappearing beneath your eyelids.

God, you were so fucking stunning like that. He honestly wished you could see yourself the way he did, because he couldn’t get enough.

Your lips were swollen with drool pooling deep within your mouth, your pretty eyes were glassy with tears, and most of all, your delicious cunt was sucking his cock in perfectly. A white ring wrapped around the base, allowing him to slide inside you with such ease. If he wasn’t careful, he’d slip out, and he couldn’t allow that. Not when you’ve been taking him like the good girl you were.

Squeezing your thigh, he pushed your legs apart further so he could stare at your pussy. It was so swollen and wet. He could feel his mouth watering at how it looked. “F-Fuck.. yeah, you take me so well, baby.” he groaned, “M-Might have to put one in ya, babydoll. You’re so fucking good.”

He smirked when he felt your walls quiver around him tightly. You always preferred when he came inside of you. Your velvety walls covered with his cum were sending you into a frenzy. “Inside..! P-Please, Hanma!” you blubbered, looking at him with desperation in your eyes.

He scoffed, placing your legs around his waist so he could angle himself. It’d be perfect for him to fuck his cum deep inside of you. “Yeah..? Want my cum in you, princess?” he cooed. “Such a pretty baby.. I’ll make sure you’re full.”

Hanma’s golden eyes flashed towards the clock beside the bed. He smiled devilishly when he realized that a certain someone was just a few minutes away. He knew you’d be embarrassed, but Hanma wanted Kisaki to know that you’re not to be messed with. He’d have to sit there and watch as Hanma made you cum, not him. He was the only one who could send you over the fucking edge.

Your second orgasm was already on the horizon. The knot beneath your belly was tightening with every little thrust. Hanma could feel the way you were clenching down on him. He was determined to make you reach it. He wanted to see you fall apart underneath him. You were always the prettiest when you screamed his name.

White stars danced along your vision as he poked at your g-spot. You were slowly losing yourself. Your mind becoming lost within a thick cloud surrounding it. “I-I’m gonna.. cum! Hanma! Oh, Hanma! Right there!” you cried, your thighs beginning to tremble as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave on a shore.

Hanma intertwined your fingers with his as you came. He was so close to his own high, but you looked too pretty to not admire. “That’s it, doll. Cum for m-me..” his hips began to stutter as his cock twitched inside of you. “Gonna fill up this pretty cunt.. make it all mine.”

You watched him with hazy eyes as he fucked you with such desire. The grip he had on your hand was so tight that his knuckles turned white. The effects of your orgasm were slowly disappearing, and you started to feel that white-hot pleasure again. All that came from your lips were whimpers and whines for him to cum inside you.

A loud groan suddenly escaped his mouth as he finally reached his orgasm. Thick, white spurts of cum began to cover your pretty walls, filling you completely. Hanma practically emptied himself inside of your cunt, and he had zero regrets.

Panting, he leaned down to catch your lips on his. The kiss you shared was sloppy, but passionate. It honestly turned him on all over again, so he’d probably have to shove you into the shower so he could have another round with you. Plus, he didn’t have to clean a mess.

“Ahem.”

The two of you turned your heads to meet an embarrassed, but angry Kisaki. The blonde stared at his roommate with annoyance.

Hanma knew it was coming, especially since he was fucking his sweet girlfriend on Kisaki’s bed.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself ♡.”

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