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delirious-donna · 3 months

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For You [Hanma Shuji]

an: Pure self-indulgence as I've been sick the past few days and I'll use any excuse to continue my soft Shuji agenda...

pairing: Hanma Shuji x female reader

warnings: fluff, self-ship coded, reader has longish hair with a similar texture to Shuji’s, fluff, bit of a sick fic I guess, domesticity, soft shuji, suggestive if you squint, did I mention the fluff?

He didn’t know what to do. That much was evident from the white noise tumbling inside his head and the empty stare that roamed your apartment. Everything was as it should be, and at the same time, nothing was right.

Shuji hadn’t heard a peep from you in almost two days, and that was unheard of before now. He appreciated that you were not overtly clingy. You didn’t need to know his exact whereabouts at any given moment of the day, but you checked in now and then, and for the first time in his life, he looked forward to those moments. So when you went radio silent except for one cursory message in reply to his attempt at humour that you were ghosting him, worry settled heavily.

The smell was apparent the second he let himself in with the spare key you had gifted him months ago. Until now, he hadn’t had reason to use it, but there was no way he would allow another day to pass without knowing what was going on. Sickness–sweet and sour–lingered in the nose, an unmistakable smell.

What he found huddled in a nest of twisted blankets tugged at a heart he had not long grown to realise existed. A mass of tangled hair obscured most of your sleeping face, though he doesn’t miss the scrunched expression etched across your features. Your skin that peeks from beneath your adorable kitty pyjamas was covered in a sheen of sweat, and he could feel the heat radiating from your body when he closed the distance in two quick strides.

You’re sick.

The rasp of your breathing indicated something was sitting on your chest, likely a bad cold or some infection, and he doesn’t know what to do with this newfound information. Turning, he raised his glasses atop his head to pass a weary palm down his face.

Cuts, scrapes and bruises are things he can deal with. He is well accustomed to peroxide on rags to clean wounds and disinfect any dirt that might linger inside split knuckles. A raw steak slapped over a swollen eye might be considered a bit of a health hazard these days, but he still swore that nothing reduced the swelling faster. Hell, Shuji was even a dab hand with a needle and thread. He had lost count with how many of his exclusively short list of friends he had patched up to avoid the inevitable hospital questions over the years. He had even sewn himself up from time to time.

Hell, he needed to act. Standing here doing nothing was beginning to sizzle his blood.

You woke from being jostled, the haze of your fever dream preventing the usual fight or flight instinct from kicking in. Craning your neck, you blinked and scrubbed at your eyes. There was no way you were looking up at your boyfriend. No way that he had you cradled in his arms in the most delicate hold you had ever experienced.

“Shuji?”

“Yeah, princess, it’s me. Need you to sit here f’me, alright?” He rasped, voice affected by some emotion you couldn’t quite place.

Cool porcelain met your backside, your body guided upright until you could manage your equilibrium. Hanma Shuji was here, in your apartment, in your bathroom. Rummaging through your medicine cabinet and looking for god knows what.

A bath. He could at least run you a warm bath and rid you of the smell of sweat and sickness from your pretty skin. Methodically, he worked to fill the tub and added a few splashes of some scented shit that smelled familiar from your cabinet. Shuji dutifully peeled the pyjamas and underwear from your body and threw them in the hamper with a mind to run a load for you if he remembered.

Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe your twisted fever-induced dreams had shifted away from the nauseatingly vibrant images you had experienced only a few hours ago to this muted peaceful scene. It was a nice thought, but no, this was reality and not one you ever thought you’d experience.

A hand from behind your head came into view, a hand you knew immediately, not just by the stark black kanji inked against golden skin but the length of his slender fingers and the slight yellowish stain from the cigarettes he smoked. He handed you a soapy washcloth, which you gratefully accepted, wiping it across your body and sluffing off the grim that had caked you over the course of the last few days.

It was heaven, pure and simple, and when you thought it couldn’t get any better, Shuji surprised you once more. He gently tilted your head back, your eyes met his, and you smiled in adoration at the concentration evident on his face seconds before he began wetting your hair with the jug you kept on the edge of the bath.

“You don’t have to… Shu, I can take care of my hair once I’m better.”

Shuji clicked his tongue against his teeth in admonishment, but he held back from scolding you further for not trusting him with this small task. He washed his own damn hair, so washing yours wasn’t going to be some impossible task. His fingers worked in the suds of your shampoo into a thick lather, digging deep against your scalp and massaging firmly enough to elicit moans of bliss.

Normally such noises would make him hard, but right now it only raised a genuine smile. This was possibly one of the most intimate things he had ever done for you. Never mind all those times he had rearranged your insides or made slow, passionate love to you. No, this was on a whole other level, and he liked it–more than he ever believed he would.

You must have dozed off whilst he shampooed and conditioned your hair because the next thing you were aware of was being lifted from the bath and wrapped in a thick fluffy towel that draped past your toes. Shuji returned you to your bedroom but paused in where to deposit you, his nose wrinkled in distaste at the mess of sheets that most definitely needed to be washed and changed. Eventually, he planted your feet on the plush rug by the bottom of your bed, one which his knees were intimately familiar with and helped towel dry your body from head to foot.

“Put these on, baby. Imma strip your bed, do you have another set?” He asked with a kiss to your temple, handing you a clean set of yellow pyjamas with little ducks covering them from your dresser drawer.

Nodding sleepily, you pointed to the wicker storage box in the far corner before stepping into the pj pants and clumsily covering yourself with the top that bagged just enough that you could truthfully forgo the pants if you wanted.

You watched in amusement as the man known far and wide as both a talented photographer and sometimes enforcer for certain well-connected friends changed your bedding. His tall frame made it easy for him to manipulate the fitted sheet into place and wrangle a clean duvet cover on your kingsize duvet. This shitty task would have taken you nearly half an hour by yourself, but he managed in only ten.

“Need to dry my hair,” you yawned, leaning your face on his bicep and gratefully folding into his body when his arm snaked around your waist. He looked lost again, and you took pity on him. This kind of care was not his forte, but he didn’t know that all of this meant more to you than you could verbalise in your current state.

“I’ll wait for you in the living room. Take your time, alright?” With a final kiss to your forehead, he rounded the door of your bedroom and was gone from sight.

Shuji tried to sit still whilst the sound of your hairdryer filled his ears, but he was never one to sit idly by. He thought back on the times he had been sick as a kid with no one to really care for him and the things he would have wished for. In truth, a hot bath, clean clothes and a full stomach were all he ever wanted.

He was no cook, but he got by. A can of chicken soup caught his attention as he scanned your cupboards and set about warming it up on the stovetop. Your bread was still fresh, and he found butter in the fridge. He could do this. He could be the caring boyfriend when he wanted and though he had never felt inclined before, you were different.

You didn’t blow up his phone looking for sympathy or attention–no–you had tried to tough it out much like he had growing up, and it further sparked the flicker of kindred spirit that he felt about you. He wanted to protect you. There was no sense of obligation, and that made the difference. You were the first person he had loved outside of himself, and you reciprocated unconditionally.

You took the man he was, the boy he had been and loved every part of him, flaws and all. Shuji could do the same for you, and he vowed that the next time one of you fell sick, you’d be living together and there would be no need to guess that something was wrong.

So engrossed in sentimental thoughts that were still rather foreign to him, Shuji didn’t notice the hairdryer cut off nor the sound of your bare feet padding in search of him. It wasn’t until two small arms wound around his waist that he noticed or acknowledged your presence at all.

“What did I do to deserve you, Hanma Shuji?” You sobbed wetly into the shirt covering his back. Your emotions were overwhelming you, head still stuffy from whatever sickness had beat your ass the past few days, coupled with the domesticity of watching him cook for you. Tears streaked towards your cheeks, and you smushed your face deeper into him in an attempt to halt the flow.

He chuckled whilst continuing to stir the soup. “I know a lot of people that would say you must have been real bad in a past life to have ended up with me as a boyfriend.”

You sniffled and mustered every ounce of strength–barely anything–to smack him for that comment. “Shut up, you ass. Don’t spoil it.”

Shuji turned slowly. The amused expression softening in the face of your soppy, pathetic face that he couldn’t possibly adore any more, and he raised a hand to thumb away your tears. Enfolding you fully into his arms, he cooed softly against your freshly dried hair and smiled at the scent that was uniquely you had returned to your skin.

“I want you to know that I would do anything for you. Not only would I rip apart this entire fucking world if someone dared hurt you.” He enthused before his tone softened with a quiet exhale as if he were about to whisper some unspoken secret. “But I’ll also bathe you when you need the help, and I’ll feed you when you’re hungry. For you, there is nothing too much.”

#delirious writes #hanma x reader #shuji x reader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma fluff #shuji fluff #soft shuji

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leosxrealm · 3 months

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ʜɪꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴘᴀᴄᴋ

pairing(s): hanma shuji x male! reader

warning(s): none!! just soft hanma and one suggestive joke at the end. word vomit tbh, requested

request: Hi there! Could I maybe ask for hanma asking male!reader to come with him on a night ride but reader is a bit nervous because he's never been on a motorbike before? Whichever format is fine, choose what fits you best <3

(a/n): at some point, i just started rambling in here. it’s not my best work :| this definitely could’ve been better

wc: 900+

!not proofread!

8:59

"what's got your panties in a twist?" hanma looks up from his phone to the source of the voice. chonbo just stands there looking at him. did he really think he was gonna get an answer? hanma glares at the younger member. he really wasn't in the mood.

chonbo pulls a disgusted look, "love doesn't suit you," he says ending his sentence with a fake gag. of course, chonbo could tell it was something serious, hanma looked worried. even if his face was as solid as stone, his eyes said everything he never would. his eyes told chonbo that he was worried.

ha, what a joke. hanma "the reaper" shuji, worried, because his precious boyfriend hasn't replied to him yet. chonbo walks out of the abandoned building, leaving hanma behind. this side of hanma scares the shit out of him. and he had better things to do anyway.

hanma looks back at his phone. he exits the messages app, then opens it up again, like that was gonna do something. suddenly his phone rings and he picks it up without a single second of hesitation.

"shuji-"

"where are you?" he cuts you off before you can even greet him. he heard a chuckle from the other side before you responded.

"i'm still at school. the practice went on longer than i thought it would. sorry i didn't read your texts before."

"stay there," he tells you over the phone, disregarding your apology, "i'll be there in 10 minutes."

"shuji-"

"i'm on my way, baby, see you in 10," he says as he hangs up the phone. he walks out of the old building towards his motorcycle. quickly hopping on it, he leaves before anyone can ask him anything.

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he had reached your school gates in less than 10 minutes. patiently waiting for you by the gates. you run over to him when you spot your giant of a boyfriend leaning against his bike.

you give him a quick side hug as you two still weren't out publically. people in your school still didn't know you liked guys like that. as much as you would love to announce him as your boyfriend publically, you knew people weren't the kindest when it came to homosexuality.

you didn't realize you had zoned out staring at his motorbike until he snapped his fingers in front of your face to get your attention. "whatcha thinkin'?" he asks when he notices that he now has your attention.

"why did you bring your bike?" you answer him with a question of your own. usually, he would be in the neighborhood and just walk to your school. it seemed to catch him a little off guard before he straightens up, giving you a boyish grin. "how else was i supposed to come here, sweetheart?" he says, his voice laced with sarcasm.

you deadpan at him, punching his arm. "come on," he says, extending his arm towards you, a helmet loosely dangling from his fingertips. you look at the helmet, before looking at him.

"it won't bite," he teases you, giving you an encouraging smile. you mumble something in response and he has to physically bend to listen to you better. "i've never been on a motorcycle before," you say, shying away from him.

he grins at you, his eyes crinkling at the edges. he pulls you closer by tugging at your arm. "there's a first for everything, wouldn't you say?" he says softly, gently pulling the helmet over your head. he gives your helmet a kiss before shutting the visor and getting on the bike.

you just stand there not knowing what to do. he laughs before gesturing for you to get on behind him. you do as he says, tightly wrapping your arms around his torso. he laces his fingers with yours, bringing your hand to his lips, he leaves a feathery kiss on your knuckles.

"don't worry, i won't let anything happen to my backpack," he smiles, you couldn't see it but you felt it. he lets your hand drop to its previous position. he starts up his bike, going slow at first, to ease you into it. he takes one hand off the handles to hold yours, "i'm gonna go a little faster, alright?"

squeezing your hand gently, he revs up the engine, speeding through the bustling city. you look around in awe, you kind of understand now why hanma liked going on bike rides so much. maybe he'll take you again if you ask him?

you smile when your favourite convenience store comes into your field of vision. the motorcycle comes to a stop, and you hop off it, hanma following your actions. he holds your hands, leading you into the convenience store.

"you enjoyed it?" he asks, referring to your very first motorcycle ride. "it wasn't that bad," you shrug, turning your head away to look at the snacks neatly displayed on the shelves. "i can see your smile, ya know?" he asks with a laugh. "no. you can't," you deny, but couldn't help but smile again afterward.

he comes up behind you, putting his hands on your waist, gently swaying you. he starts humming a song he had heard earlier. "we're in a store, shuji," you say, turning to look at him. "and? who cares?" he grins at you, leaning down a little, "now come one, gimme a kiss. been waiting all day for it."

you laugh at his antics, pecking his lips, before shrugging off his hands and walking towards the register. "is that all?" the cashier asks. "yeah, thanks," you leave the store with shuji in tow.

"wanna learn how to ride a bike?" he questions when you reach his bike.

"haha nope"

"why not?"

"are you actually crazy?"

"no, just crazily in love with you"

"choke"

"we do that in bed, darlin”

"SHUJI-"

#soft hanma is everything #i wanna go on a bike ride with him too but i know this bitch would purposely tryna make me fall #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev x male reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #hanma x male reader #hanma x reader #hanma shuji #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji x male reader #shuji hanma #shuji hanma x reader #shuji hanma x male reader #gay #x male reader #leo’s works #leosxrealm

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slttygeto · 3 months

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hanma is known as shinjuku’s reaper and looks scary as fuck until you see him crouching down to feed a hungry mom cat and her 5 kittens. he refers to them as his “spoiled brats” but he likes to call the mom “angel” because she’s doing so well for a stray cat with so many babies.

#soft hanma who wants a cat so bad but every cat rejects him except for this one #he practically raises her and is heartbroken when he walks past the little house he made for her and doesnt find her there #he never finds her again btw #and thats why he decided he never wants to get a pet.#ever.#tokyo revengers #moon’s thoughts #hanma shuji

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lxvebun · 1 year

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overflowing love

synopsis: just the boys doting on you

content: soft!Hanma/Rindou/Ran x gender neutral reader. fluff. kissing. consensual waking up by kisses. neck kisses. some canon violence but not towards reader. slightly possessive boys. Use of nicknames pretty baby/angel and sweetheart. let me know if I missed anything.

dark blogs, k!nk blogs and ed blogs do not interact. I will knock your teeth in. Its not hard to respect someones boundaries when it comes to this

୨୧Hanma Shuji

Everyone can see it, the way Shuji softens around you. It's honestly quite funny to see him switch up so quickly once you enter his vicinity. From sitting around with a bored look in his eyes and stern voice throwing around orders (or brutal insults) to physically lighting up, a small smile adorning his face as he makes a grabby hand at you, silently asking you to come into his arms.

"Just need my pretty baby to keep me company, you'll do that for me wont you?" he asks as he pulls you comfortably into his lap, and how could you deny him when his pretty golden eyes are filled with so much love and adoration, while his fingers are tracing heart shapes onto your waist and his lips are pressing soft kisses to your cheek and neck?

It doesn't matter what he was doing before you came in, or who is in the room with him, when Hanma sees you everything else leaves his mind and he's entirely focused on you and your needs. Do you need him? Did you just want to see him? Are you hungry? He can take you out for some food. Do you want to leave? He'll stop the meeting right now!

Some subordinates aren't the biggest fan of Hanma's tendencies when it comes to you, but after what happened the first time someone called him out for it, even going as far to directly insult you about it, no one dares to say anything anymore, or look at you for that measure.

If anyone has a problem with him and his pretty angel and dares to open their mouths about it, that's brave, meet him behind the building and he'll show them exactly why people call him God of Death.

୨୧Haitani Rindou

Rindou has a staring problem. More specifically a problem with staring at you. Often you catch him looking at you, chin resting on the palm of his hands, blush on his cheeks and little hearts floating around in his eyes, as if he's admiring and studying a painting.

It's not even something he does on purpose. Of course he enjoys looking at his sweetheart, don't get me wrong, But more often than not it's something he does entirely subconscious.

When some of the other executives are over at his place, be it for a meeting or to hangout, his brain randomly decides that he's done with whatever conversation he was having and instead opts to admire you. Just you being you is far more interesting than whatever Sanzu's brabbeling on about.

He enjoys looking at you what more can I say, and can you blame him? Every time he looks at you, warmth spreads throughout his entire body and he falls in love all over again. Every scar and every mole is absolutely gorgeous to him. The way your eyes reflect the moonlight, the way the sun kisses your skin, god it awakens butterflies in him. If you told him you were an angel send down from heaven to watch over him, he would believe it.

No one holds his heart the way you do. Please, treat it gently.

୨୧haitani Ran

It's quite impressive how in tune Ran is with your well being. He picks up on the slightest shifts in your moods, the tone of your voice and expressions. If you're feeling even a tiny bit down, rest assured, Ran knows. He has now made it his life's mission to make you show that pretty smile to him again.

You're the love of his life. He wants nothing more than for you to be happy and taken care of and he's taken it upon himself to do just that. As much as Ran likes being taken care of, enjoying trips to the salon for his hair, getting massages after fights, he adores taking care of you. It's soothing for him as well. He brings hellfire down on people every day. There isn't a day that passes by where he doesn't spit out vile threats or use his trusty baton. So knowing you're safe, relaxed and happy because of him makes him feel a bit more humane

Disrupting his beauty sleep so he can prepare breakfast for you and press kisses to your pretty face as to wake you up instead of that god awful alarm? Tiny sacrifices really, but it's completely worth it seeing that sleepy smile of yours as you pat the spot next to you, silently asking him to come back to bed. And who is he to deny you? if anything it gives him the opportunity to hold you in his arms and feed you bites of breakfast( it makes his heart flutter really

Putting cups on the highest shelf in the cupboard so he has a reason to pick you up? Very amusing to him<3(menace)

Whatever problem you're having, Ran will do his best to solve it, no matter how big or small it is. Be it wrapping you in blankets and holding you in his arms as you cry on his shoulder. Or pay a visit to a creep that doesn't quite understand the gates of hell he opened when they made you uncomfortable.

He was put on this earth to love you, he's certain about that and he will go above and beyond to make sure he's doing a good job at it.

thank you for reading bunnies!<3

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev imagines #tokyo revengers x gender neutral reader #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou x gender neutral reader #rindou haitani x reader #hanma x gender neutral reader #hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tokyo rev fluff #hanma fluff #rindou fluff #soft hanma

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shoyoist · 1 year

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i want a man (read: HANMA SHUJI) coming home to me with bloody knuckles and bruises all over his face & body so i can sit in his lap while i patch him up and scold him for getting into fights, have him squeeze my hips lovingly while he chuckles and leans forward to give me a kiss and i take his face in my hands and kiss the bruise at the corner of his mouth and when i'm done cleaning and dressing his wounds i let him stay at my place for the night and we're so sweet to eachother— and the next day he's out looking for people to pick a fight with again so he can come home with another victory buzzing in his veins and a fresh set of bruises and scrapes for me to take care of, because he loves it when i treat him like he's fragile and soft and like he's something that should be protected<3

#₊˚ପ⊹ soliloquy .ᐟ‍#ఌ︎ +.* shuji-monchéri.#i love him :( <33333 #so soft for him it's crazy!! he makes me a whole new person fr.

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luno-614 · 2 years

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ICE CREAM DATE :3 🍦

Yandere hanma x reader

This might just be a mini series of odd events with your (yander) boyfriend hanma shuji .

Warning: curse words and yandere behavior

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Hanma:* looking at you*

You: * eating your ice cream * you okay shuji?

Hanma: are you related to anyone ?

You: why?

Hanma: *smirking * so I know who’s ass to kick if they don’t let us be together~

You : * looks at him oddly * my brothers will totally kick your ass shuji.

Hanma : Bet ! So who are these brothers of yours huh ?

You: * smiling proudly * Ran and Rindou Haitani! Rulers of The city of night Roppongi!

Hanma: I can just kidnap you make you my beautiful wife! we can have three kids and a cute dog ! ( smiling towards you )

You : no thanks I have a dog and my brothers give me enough love . So no need for kids and marriage shuji.

Hanma: I can buy you your favorite ice cream every day then can you be my wife ?

You * thinking * shuji you are weird..but you make a hard bargain ( takes a long lick of ice cream)

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Ran : I feel my big brother senses tingling and it’s not good! ( stands up and getting his Prada coat on)

Rindou :* opens his door quickly * I CANT FIND THEM!!! THEY ONLY LEFT A NOTE !!RANNNNNNNNN!!!

Ran: KNEW IT ! Come on Rindou!

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You:* gets home * so about being your wife .

* gets tackled by Rindou and Ran *

Ran: NO ONE IS GETTING MARRIED !!

Rindou: YOU ARE GOING TO BE A VIRGIN FOREVER !!!!

Hanma : ‘ yup can totally kick their asses’ * smiles at them * hey get your hands of my wife .

* Ran and Rindou glare at Hanma *

Ran: who the fuck are you ?

Hanma: Who the fuck are you?

Ran : I asked you first !

Hanma * smirking* and I asked you second so who are you ?

You : * praying to every god or goddess to help you escape and get more ice cream *

Rindou: kick is his ass Ran!

You: go shuji! You can do it!

* Hanma and ran *

* looks at each other *

You : want to get ice cream big bro ?

Rindou: yeah sounds bomb right now and plus you own me cuddles for making me worried

You: alright ! You’re paying tho! :)

Rindou: dang it .. fine whatever.

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( 1 hour later )

Rindou: * picks up phone * Hey what up ?

Ran : YOU LEFT ME TO GET FUCKEN ICE CREAM ????

Rindou: yeah * hangs up*

You; big bro ?

Rindou: yup

You: * picks up phone * hello ?

Hanma : guess who might have kicked your brothers ass ? And did you leave me?? Don’t worry I can track you~ kisaki helped me out with it cool huh?

Rindou: get away from my sister Hanma !

Hanma : Hi Brother in Law~

* Rindou hangs up your phone*

you: I’m guess shuji won ?

Rindou : Nah you know damn well ran won.

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softshuji · 7 months

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I do hair styling at my new job and it gave me an idea of asking ran or baji to sit down in the seats so I can style them 😔

Yesterday I had a lady who wanted her hair styled with a particular product and she told me my "hands are so soft and feel so nice" and that she was close to falling asleep and I cried a bit.

#truth though #my hands are soft and i take care of them #but styling baji or ran's hair 🥺#or or or..... finaltimeline Shuji's hair

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cold-heart-warm-writings · 2 years

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Soft Shuji Sunday

You spent all day being an Adult™. You and Shuji cleaned, dusted, wiped down, swept, and washed just about everything in your apartment. At long last, the sun had set and you were ready to finally relax on this Sunday evening. You two were going to pop in a movie, and you decided to paint your nails to relax and wind down. To your surprise, Shuji wanted his painted too. You said that you both needed to shower, and not in an ~ooh, sexy time shower~ kind of way, but he smelled gross and so did you, and you refused to paint his or your nails when you were both smelling this type of way. Even after Shuji had showered, his feet were still pretty gnarly and rough. On a whim, you decided to go all out.

There’s something very intimate about washing someone else’s feet. You used your favorite fancy scrub, carefully placed Shuji’s feet in warm water, and let them soak in a mixing bowl (this will now be your feet soak mixing bowl because you will not be cooking with it again). When massaging his feet with the scrub, Shuji jumped because you managed to find each sensitive and ticklish spot. Once some of the roughness softened up, you placed his feet on a towel that had been freshly warmed in the dryer, and patted them dry, rubbing them down with his favorite smelling lotion of yours.

You asked him what color he wanted for his polish. You had a handful, and at first you thought he’d just want black, but then he finds a shimmery gold that isn’t too bright, and his face lights up because he likes that one. You don’t say anything, but you smile at how the color matches his eyes. His eyes are furrowed as he watches you paint each toe carefully. When you’re done, you go to paint yours, but Shuji’s almost offended as he shakes his head at you. He stands up, does the “I have wet paint on my toes” waddle to the kitchen sink, dumps out the bowl, refills it with warm water, waddles back and gives you the exact same treatment back. Feet soak, fancy scrub, hands maybe wandering a liiiitltle far up, but then Shuji shakes his head, clears his throat, and goes back to his task. You chose the same gold color, and once Shuji is done, his face is glowing as he whispers “look, we’re matching.”

You two continue on like this for the rest of the evening. Sitting side by side on the couch, admiring your toes. The light is dim, a candle is lit, gentle music plays in the background. You two don’t say much, but you don’t need to. You’re just enjoying a soft Sunday.

#so.... this was supposed to be short and it's not. I know the paragraphs are long and a cohesive tense throughout? what's that? but...#happy soft shuji sunday #:)#shuji #hanma #hanma shuji headcanons #Tokyo Revengers #tok rev #also - this could work for *any* character so please feel free to picture or image anyone you want I just like how soft shuji sunday sound #sounds... :)#I'm repainting my nails tonight and this idea sounded fun so... hope someone can enjoy :') even if it is too long :(

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delirious-donna · 4 months

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They Call Him The Reaper [Hanma Shuji]

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

pairing: Hanma Shuji x female reader

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

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They call him the Reaper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An animal. A hired thug. A monster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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vivianette · 2 years

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Just,,,a soft breeze coming from the window shuji broke into at midnight to cuddle,,,a remnant/habit from your high school days bc you live alone now and he has a key but just,,,being in his arms on a crisp cool night,,,

now you wake up at some point in the night feeling his strong arms holding you tightly chest to chest with his chin resting on top of your head. It takes you a while to understand who is here with you in your bed. You softly call out his name tapping at his stupidly firm chest you are basically pressed against not that you’re complaining why would you😌 but he stirs a bit “hmnn” that’s when you ask him what is he doing here unannounced only for him to run his cold hand on your arm with a quiet “missed you” and hugs u closer if that’s even possible, you feel like you’re falling in love all over again because isn’t he the sweetest?;-;💖 good thing that this isn’t the high school time because now he wouldn’t have to leave before sunrise making you late almost everyday for class as he sneaks back out from the window he came in from it’s a risk he loved taking as this was somewhat a step further into yalls relationship and this sappy dude just wanna relive those times cuz he’s a sucker for you<3

#oh god someone get this man out of my head #literally can’t shut up about soft shuji #tokyo revengers #hanma shuji #inbox #virtue ♡#hanma shuji x female reader #tokyo revengers hanma

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 2 years

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yo! i got a dumb question for u: what do u think would be smth that would make hanma happy enough to jerk a genuine emotional reaction out of him (like, a tear or two)?

first off, how DARE you call this a dumb question? this is wonderful. love it. love your brain,

I think what it really takes to eek a tear from him is to just be shown pure unadulterated care.

Like, hear me out, imagine Hanma having a rather downcast day after Kisaki died. He's sleeping at the grave because homeboy's a mess and may or may not have a place to even be bc he's on the run. Now consider a little kid, maybe 6, and his mom passing Shuji after visiting a grave. The boy’s crying a little but trying to be brave and the mom’s side eyeing this deadbeat looking ass fugitive like he’s a leper. The kid goes over and leaves Hanma a pudding cup leftover from his lunch, ignores his mom whisper shouting for him to get back over to her right now, and says/sniffles something like “Mom s-says it’ll feel better someday.” Like the little boy runs off and Hanma just feels seen and thankful to this little boy that should be scared shitless of him, but he was just a kind little kid. And it feels so bittersweet but he cries just a little because he never realized how good it felt to be seen as a person and not just a threat? And maybe he feels human in a way he didn’t before?

anyway, sappy angsty thoughts aside, kindness from a random kid i think could do it. being seen as a person (pos) might do it. realizing he's in love at the most random moment might do it. i apologize for my mess here, i just love him,

#idk im multitasking but this is what ive been thinkingof all day like #im soft for this concept #hanma headcanons #hanma shuji

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lxvebun · 1 year

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buns notes : Hanma makes me a little feral in general but something about him calling you doll/sweetheart?! Nnnngggh

content:soft!Hanma Shuji x Gender neutral reader. Drabble. So soft and fluffy you may get a toothache. Forehead kisses. Reader is described as pretty and adorable, because you are!>:)

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Maybe it's the way it so naturally rolls off his tongue, maybe it's because the nickname is paired with his pretty golden, lovesick eyes looking at you like you've hung the stars or perhaps it's the way that nickname is always paired with physical touch. Hands gently wrapping around your waist or his thumb smoothing over your cheek. But you melt at the way he calls you doll and sweetheart. At this point, he probably uses it more than your name and just thinking about the first time he chose the nicknames over your actual name never fails to make you flustered.

It wasn't even said in a flustering setting but oh did it make your breath hitch and your heart beat a little faster.

It took place on an early morning, after your first night at his place. Your body was still warm from sleep, not fully awake when Shuji walked in, sat down beside you, softly stroked his thumb over your cheek, and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead to wake you gently. Then, as soon as he saw you were conscious enough to listen, leaning down to whisper in your ear

"Morning, sweetheart,"

"hmmm"

"What would you like for breakfast, doll?

There it is, the combo that makes your head a little dizzy, makes your heart flutter in your chest and your face warm up. And he KNOWS. That's the worst (or best) thing, he knows exactly what he's doing and at times like these when you're swatting his hands off of you and opt to hide your face from him, A little chuckle cannot help but escape his lips.. He's a menace<3 it's what he does best. If you really want him to stop, he would, but seeing as you haven't outright told him to, and you keep giving him these adorable reactions every time, he's not stopping anytime soon. You're his sweetheart, his pretty doll and you will be until you decide not to be anymore.

Thank you for reading angels <3

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