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zumistew · 1 month
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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 ♡♡♡
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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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nanaosaki3940 · 1 year
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Tokyo Revengers X Fancy Cosplay
1. Vampire Keisuke Baji 🧛‍♂️
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2. Grim Reaper Shuji Hanma
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3. Red Riding Hood Manjiro "Mikey" Sano
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4. Black Butler Takashi Mitsuya
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5. Prince Charming Chifuyu Matsuno
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6. Rich Man Tetta Kisaki
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7. J-Rockstar Takemichi Hanagaki
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8. '60s Chinese Man Ken "Draken" Ryuguji
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luxthestrange · 5 months
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TOKREV Incorrect quotes#22 Kitties
Y/n & Takemichi: You have no idea what We're capable of!!
Hanma: Don't take it personally but I feel like I'm being threatened by two angry kitties...
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Hanagaki sibs rizz
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slttygeto · 10 months
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“I PUT VEGETABLE OIL IN MY CAR” — TR MEN.
featuring: hanma shuji, ryuguji ken.
note: i missed making these. COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN.
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HANMA —
when he walks into your shared apartment after not seeing you all day, he’s already confused when he sees the bottles of vegetable oil resting on top of the counter.
“what exactly are you trying to fry?” he questions in a playful tone, removing his jacket and shoes before joining you in the kitchen where you were pretending to stare at the bottle too hard.
“I’m just trying to see if I used the right amount for my car.”
pause.
“you what?” you have to bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from laughing. the look of utter shock that paints hanma’s face was priceless but it immediately morphs into a skeptical expression because he knows— he knows you wouldn’t do something like that without asking him or at least telling him you took your car to get the oil changed.
“I changed my car’s oil today.”
“and you used vegetable oil.”
you nod and his face is in his hands for a couple of seconds before he’s pulling them away and staring at you with his intense, golden eyes.
“baby, why didn’t you text me?” he slowly approached you, hands now resting on your shoulders.
“you were busy, so I figured I would take care of it myself.” you beamed up at him and a smile crept up on your face when you took in how he was holding back a grin himself.
“oh doll, you flatter me. always caring about me, huh?”
“always.”
“great, now put that oil back where it was. I know you didn’t change your car’s oil today.” he kisses your lips softly before pulling away and walking to the bathroom.
“but— how did you know!”
“next time try to hide your phone better.” shit, that’s what gave you away.
“so if it wasn’t for my phone, what would you have done?” following him to the bathroom, your eyes took in the many tattoos that adorned the skin of his back as he stripped to get into the shower.
“bought you a new car. are you gonna join me or what?”
how could you say no to that.
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DRAKEN —
you didn’t know if this was a good idea. in fact, you didn’t even want to do it. manjiro dared you to prank the man knowing very well he would have a heart attack and your boyfriend’s best friend lived for causing him trouble . even if it meant using you to do it.
“did you hear that? she tried to change her oil today. you should be proud.” mikey mumbled as he sat on a chair near where ken was working and said man immediately raised his head to look at you suspiciously at the mention of you doing anything remotely related to cars and bikes and not coming to him for advice.
“what do you mean?”
“what he means is that I changed my car’s oil. aren’t you proud of me?”
“oh I am, baby. what oil did you use?”
“vegeta-“ before you could even finish your sentence, draken looks up at you with sharp eyes, almost daring you to finish your sentence.
“what?” you feigned confusion and ken almost instantly took notice of the way you sucked in your lips, something you did when you were feeling anxious about something, or perhaps trying to hide something.
“so you put vegetable oil in your car.” draken spoke flatly, unimpressed with your attempt to trick him.
and when you nodded, his bored expression turned into a “you’re really keeping up with your lie?” with one eyebrow raised.
“my baby isn’t stupid,” he said while staring at mikey this time whose face scrunched in fake disgust when he heard his best friend refer to you as “his baby”. meanwhile, you could only try to hide your face to cover your blush and groan a little in frustration.
“you did that on purpose! you knew it would throw us all off!”
“then don’t try to trick me next time.”
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minarinnn · 3 months
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I saw your requests are open! Could you do Hanma Shuji (any format is fine) where the reader accidentally calls him daddy?
content/trigger warnings: daddy kink, pet names, slight sadism, p in v, afab! reader, praising, mentions of breeding
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“DADDY?”
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your mind was a haze as you slowly woke up. you groggily opened your eyes, still feeling the lingering effects of a wild night out with your friends. you rolled onto your side and groaned as you saw that your boyfriend, shuji hanma, was lying next to you
shuji was a tall, intimidating man with a muscular build. he was known for being a bit of a troublemaker, but you couldn't deny that his strong and protective demeanor was one of the reasons you were drawn to him
you snuggled closer to shuji and buried your head in his chest, taking comfort in the sound of his steady heartbeat. as you drift back to sleep, you accidentally let out a soft moan, accompanied by a whispered "daddy"
shuji instantly woke up, a stunned expression on his face. "daddy? hm, i like the sound of that" he just looked at you with a slight smirk on his face. as the realization of what you just said sinked in, a wave of embarrassment washed over you. you blushed deeply and began to fumble with your words as you tried to explain yourself. "fuck" you mumble, feeling your face heat up "i didn't mean to call you that, it... it just slipped out"
he placed a hand on your hip and pulled you on top of him. your pantied arousal rubbing against his dick. you could feel the intensity of his eyes, a shiver running through your body
"you didn't mean it, princess?" he pouted, his hands rubbing your ass and his gaze clouded by pure lust. your mind froze in shock for a moment, your face now burning brighter than a tomato. you felt as if the world had stopped moving around you and you could only focus on the man in front of you
you couldn't didn't respond to his question, your mind going blank under his intense gaze. you were now straddling him, your face mere inches from his own
shuji tilted his head to the side and raised one eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "cat got your tongue?" he teased, his voice low and throaty. his hand rested on your hip and you could feel the heat of his touch searing your skin
you blinked slowly, trying to process what was happening. your heart was racing and your breath was quickening. he pulled you closer to him and his lips found yours, his hands tangling in your hair while a moan escaped your lips
you wasted no time in letting him into your mouth. your tongues swirling around each other while your hips grind on his hard cock, earning a few low grunts from him. his hand makes its way to your cunt, pulling your panties to the side and dipping two of his fingers into your soaking sex
you moan into the kiss, his long fingers reaching places yours could never. you love the feeling of them curling into you just perfectly. making you see stars every time he does scissor motions with them, stretching you out so good for him
you’re so caught up that you don’t even notice when he slips his fingers out of you and begins to rub his hard on on your clit, sending shivers of pleasures through your entire body
“can you moan that f’me?” he panted out, a cheeky grin plastered on his handsome face. “moan- mm,, what out?” you asked, a heavy arousal clouding your mind and your needy cunt desperate for his cock to pound into you. “daddy” he giggled, turning you over so now he’s on top of you “call me daddy while i breed you, ‘kay?”
your eyebrows furrow in embarrassment. “i am not calling you da- ahhh” your sentence was cut off by shuji ramming his entire length into you. the feeling of your walls clenching down on him almost making him cum on the spot. he loved the way your cunt sucked him in and he loved the way your brows furrowed in pain
his thrust were slow but rough, making a choked moan escape your lips every time his balls smacked against your ass. “c’monnn, say it baby” he cooed, his thumb caressing your cheek. “mm, you’re out of mmgh your mind” you spoke, feeling his thrust getting faster everytime you protested
“i’m gonna have you screaming it when i’m done with ya’” he giggled. his thrust were deeper and faster and you could feel his tip kissing your cervix ever so roughly. drool coming down the side of your mouth while you bit your lip as hard as you could, desperately fighting to urge to give in and call him what he wants
the thumb that rested on your cheek made its way to your bottom lip, pulling it down, removing it from the grasps of your teeth. “let me hear those pretty noises, princess” he smiled
the moans left your lips immediately, moaning his name non stop while your nails scratched his back. “say it, c’monnn, say it” he whined, feeling yours and his orgasms close
“fuck,, please daddy” you moaned out, finally giving into his desires. his shit eating grin only widened while his thrust roughened. “fuck that’s so hot,, say it again f’me, c’mon darling” you couldn’t help but fall to his charms and begin chanting out the word ‘daddy’ like a prayer
"just like that baby...there's my good girl, just like that”
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aurelianamu · 9 days
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Doodles that started cause i wanted to prove a point to my bestie and went too far
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It had started as a joke.
I have a few characters in mind, but I'm curious about who you think fits.
MDNI 18+
Likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated as always 🖤
CW/TW: SOMNOPHILIA! Dear god, please pay attention to that first one. There is explicit consent prior. Oral (m. & f. receiving).
It had started as a joke.  
A simple conversation had sitting amongst friends, laughing too loudly after dinner and drink that lingered, hanging in the shadows of his memory. 
You were leaning up against your boyfriend, your mind more than a little fuzzy from the number of drinks you had. Your boyfriend’s arm rested on the back of the booth you sat on, but his fingers teased up and down the side of your neck onto your shoulder. You could feel his smirk as he pressed a kiss to your temple before sipping heavily from his own drink. 
“But, no — guys, no. I’ve gotta,” one of your friends was cut off by the amount of laughter filling the room, “So, she asked me if I would fuck her while she was asleep. And I panicked! Is that a thing girls like?” Your friend's eyes widened as he looked around the group, settling on you and your boyfriend. You both shrugged.
“If she asked you, and it was consent, I would assume she likes it.” You laughed. 
Your best friend nodded, “It’s hot.” 
You hummed an agreement. 
That was all it took. A simple hum of acknowledgment that you thought someone taking advantage of you in your sleep was a turn-on. After that night, how many hours had he spent hard as a rock thinking about pushing himself between your thighs while you slept? He thought about what it would feel like to sink the leaking tip of his cock between your lips while you were on your back, spread out for him without even knowing. He’d fucked his own fist too many times to count at the image, coming hard enough each time that his knees would give out. 
He wanted it. 
He wanted to experience knowing you were so at ease being around him that the thought of him fucking you while you were asleep was okay. That you’d be willing to let him use your body like that. He leaned his head back and groaned loudly. He was painfully hard again, and you wouldn’t be home for another few hours. 
You could tell your boyfriend wanted to talk to you about something. Since you got home, you kept catching him staring at you, looking away before you could ask what he needed. When you finally got him to sit on the couch with you to watch a movie you both wanted to see, the whole couch shook from how hard he was bouncing his leg.
The TV clicking off snapped his attention to you. “I was watching that.”
“No, you weren’t,” you answered, facing him. “What’s going on, baby? You’ve been distracted since I got home.”
A blush quickly bloomed across his cheeks, spreading to the tips of his ears. You sucked in a deep breath when he finally looked at you, pupils blown wide with lust. 
“Can I ask you something?” His voice was low as he crawled over you, forcing your back onto the couch. He dipped his head, snaking his tongue up the side of your neck. Your head was spinning. One second, you were watching a movie. The next, you were pinned under your very hard boyfriend with no heads up.
“Uh,” you tilted your head to the side, allowing him more access. “Yeah, yes. What do you need?” 
“‘Member the other night at dinner?” His voice was muffled against the skin of your neck. 
“We have a lot of dinners, handsome.” Your hands slowly explored his body, hooking into the loops of his jeans, pulling his hips forward to rut against yours, creating a delicious friction against your rapidly wetting cunt over your thin pajama shorts. 
He pulled one of your legs up and wrapped it around his waist. “When we were out, and we got to talking about fucking your girl while she’s asleep.”
You paused for a second, the fuzzy conversation and memories slowly coming back to you. The way you had been woken up a few times since that night with your boyfriend just looking at you, not in a weird way, but just more than normal. How you kept feeling his fingers against your thighs when you were on the precipice of awake and sleep. 
He watched your eyes widen when you put two and two together, realizing his direction in this conversation.  Your body was jostled as he sat back on the couch, pulling you into his lap. 
“We don’t—” he started, but you quickly stopped him with a hand over his mouth. A hint of confusion and embarrassment filtered into his honeyed eyes.
“Do you want to try that?” You always told your boyfriend you’d be willing to try most things once, and you’d be lying if you said the thought of waking up full of his cock wasn’t something you’d considered. 
He nodded slowly, kissing your fingers. 
“I need you to explain to me then, baby.” You felt his cock twitch under you at your words. “Want you to tell me while I suck your cock.” 
“Oh, fuck.” His eyes trailed you while you climbed off his lap and sank to the ground between his legs. You raised an eyebrow, popping open the button on his jeans, rubbing a hand over his inner thigh.
“Well?” He lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his jeans and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. He sucked in a hissing breath between his teeth at the first touch of the cool air. His tip was red, a bead of precum glistening, waiting to be licked. Your hand slid up to gently cup his balls, rolling them between your fingers. His cock bobbed as his lower abdomen flexed.
“Fuck, gorgeous. You’re gonna make me cum already,” he groaned. 
Your movements halted, and he whined, biting down hard on his fist. 
“You’re so needy,” you teased. 
His hips bucked into the air, seeking any kind of friction. The vein on the underside of his cock was pulsing, the rhythm of his heart fast and unrelenting. 
“Yeah, 'cause I’ve been sittin’ here for days thinkin’ ‘bout sticking my fat cock down your throat while you're asleep. Spreading my pre all over your lips. You try dealin’ with that shit.” He moaned your name loudly as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, your tongue teasing at his slit.
Your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, letting your spit fall through your lips and down his cock before squeezing him tightly with your hand, stroking him from tip to base. You hummed, encouraging him to keep going. 
“I lay down next to you at night just staring at your perfect ass,” his fingers tangled in your hair and gripped at the roots, forcing you down onto his cock. “I just wanna spread your thighs apart and work my cock into you, watching your face to see if you’re gonna wake up.”
You took him further into your mouth with each stroke. Your tongue swirled a circle around his tip each time you retreated. His hips slowly began to buck into your mouth, matching your pace and moving you further down on his cock until your nose was tickled by the trimmed hair at his pelvis.
“I wanna see you wake up screaming my name on my cock as you cum. Fu-fuck,” he stuttered. His hands tightened in your hair, and you looked up at him through your lashes, moaning as he held your head still and bucked into your hot mouth, taking control of your movements. You gagged around him slightly, and his eyes flared. 
It was already too much for him. The image of your sleeping figure taking his cock so well. You on your knees in front of him, indulging his little fantasy. His mouth was open, gasping for breath as he fucked your mouth. Your hands traveled down, one cupping his balls again, rolling them between your fingers perfectly as the other disappeared, and you dragged a finger across his perineurium, causing his body to hips to stutter again.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, “gon’ cum in your mouth. Want you to swallow and show me, ya?”
You moaned in agreement, and he swore loudly as he pushed your head down once more and held you there while spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down your throat. His ears rang as he held you there, head thrown back and eyes closed, trying to bring himself back to earth. 
A small tap at his thigh had him releasing your hair quickly, and you gasped down a breath, a smirk gracing your perfect fucking mouth. 
“Lemme see, baby,” he said weakly, “Fucking Christ.” He threw an arm over his eyes when you stuck your tongue out, and all his cum was gone. You were fucking perfect. 
“You have my consent to fuck me while I’m asleep, handsome.”
He could have come again just at your words.
Which is how he wound up here, weeks later, cock buried to the hilt in your soaked pussy, doing everything he could do to keep from waking you up. Your pussy was sucking him in, refusing to let him go as if even in your sleep, you knew that he was going to pump you full. You had been so spread out for him when he came home late from work, a blanket barely flung over your body, wearing one of his shirts and no panties. 
His mind thought of nothing but your sweet cunt at that moment. He could only think of how you tasted as he dipped his tongue in and out of your glistening hole, prepping you to take his thick cock.
The sound of skin on skin filled the room as his balls slapped against your ass with every thrust. His pelvis added the perfect amount of pressure that even your sleeping form sought him out, sucking him back in every time he pulled out. 
He muffled his moans with your tit in his mouth, sucking your nipple into a taught peak as his hips stuttered and lost their rhythm more than once. He kept having to shove his cock back into your hole, too caught up in the way your body felt under him, so pliant and welcoming, to keep himself straight. He didn't understand how you were still asleep.
The soft mewls and moans that escaped your lips urged him on, and he watched your face as it scrunched up and your walls began to flutter around him. Your hand grabbed his forearm as you slowly woke up, realizing that the pleasure being wrung from your body wasn’t just in a dream.  
“G’mornin baby,” your boyfriend whispered before slamming his hips into yours, unable to keep himself at his leisure pace any longer. 
You moaned as he rubbed at your clit, snapping the cord in your belly that had been growing while you slept, and you came on his cock, your pleasure leaking from your body as you did. All it took was a few sloppy thrusts for him to empty himself deep inside you. He pushed his lips against yours, and you hummed into the kiss.  
“Good morning to you too."
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x HAWKS, Aizawa, Shinso, Bakugou, Grimmjow, Hanma, Kazutora, Chifuyu, Mikey, Kakashi.
A/N: this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but the ending kept fist-fighting me. Oh well, here ya go!
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bontensruby · 16 days
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SOMEONE SHUT ME UP 😭 I'M FUCKING DYING QCHAHXIASGAHSHAH😭😭😭
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bontenspretty · 8 months
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hanma makes you cockwarm him after you’ve been a brat to him all day. he teases you by thumbing your clit and whispering the most nastiest things in your ear. he likes to hear you whine. it makes his dick twitch inside of you and you can feel it because he’s so deep. “see what being a brat gets you, doll?” he asks as he lights up a cigarette, blowing the smoke directly in your face. you whine once more, squirming in his lap. “please, shu..” you beg, “wanna move, wanna cum s’bad..” your nails dig in his shoulders, your eyes glossy from the tears. he thinks you’re cute like this, too cute actually. he chuckles and caresses your cheek with his sin tatted hand, “hm, gonna be a good girl fa’ me fa’ now on?” he asks you. you nod your head, “i’ll be good.. promise, shu!” you say, almost on the verge of crying. he grins and kisses your forehead, “fuck yourself on my cock then, and cum on what’s yours.” he says, slapping your ass as permission to go crazy. and you gladly do just that.
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dweebsfilingcabinet · 4 months
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Busted my ass on this for an unholy amount of time. Gonna get it signed by his English VA next month at a con :3
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avengersassemble123 · 3 months
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ASKING TOKREV BOYS FOR YOU TO WAX THEM PT.3
FT. KOKONOI, INUPI, SANZU, HANMA
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KOKONOI
You slowly applied the wax strips as Kokonoi continued to sleep blissfully, unaware about his surroundings, as you tried to hold in your giggles as you applied the last wax strip on his chest.
You had applied few wax strips on his chest and one on either of his feet, while he continued to sleep peacefully. After a few seconds, you reached for a wax strip at the dead center of his chest, before trying to rip it out, but only being pulled partially.
Koko snapped his eyes open, grunting awake in shock, as he felt a sort of abrupt pain on the skin of his chest, as he looked at you, covering your mouth, trying to cover your laughter, as he looked down towards his body.
"Huh what happened?" Koko said, still not over his sleep despite being woken up abruptly, as he moved his hand over his chest, feeling something stuck on him.
"LMAOO you're so lucky, you're so lucky" (NAME) said, not being able to control her laughter, as Koko still tried to figure out what was going on.
"It felt like a heartattack..What're you doing?" Koko asked, as he now tried sitting on the bed, looking over his chest, before it clicked.
"OHH FUCK MEE" He cursed, as he laid back again, as he placed his hand over his forehead and eyes in frustration and realisation, while you laughed at his reaction.
"Oh god (NAME) are you serious? What ar- THEY'RE ON MY FUCKING FEET TOO??" Koko exclaimed, as he lifted both his feet up, which displayed the wax strips on them.
You laughed, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
"Yea, they're on your feet too. But luckily for you, its more on your chest since majorly the hair is present there." You exclaimed casually, as Koko looked at you in horror, as he sat on the edge of the bed.
You then suddenly ripped a wax strip off his chest, making Koko squeal loudly as he fell back on the bed, covering the waxed area by his hands, "AAAHHH FUCK"
"You wanna choose which one you wanna do next." You said, laughing, as Koko stood up from the bed, trying to go towards a mirror, "OH MY GOD" he said as he took a glance of himself in the mirror, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers while the other hand rested on his hip.
You pulled another strip from his chest.
"AHHH MY NIPPLE!"
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INUPI
Your boyfriend was busy watching TV, while you sat by the basin, applying wax on a wax strip, as you continuously peeked behind to see if you're boyfriend is still oblivious to this.
Inupi did notice you acting weirdly, but he figured it must be some silly prank that you're planning to pull, but not exactly figuring out what are you really going to pull on him.
As he continued watching TV, pushing those thoughts away, you slowly walked towards him on the couch, the wax strip behind your back by one hand, you sat on the couch beside him, pulling his hand over your shoulder, before snuggling onto him, which he gladly appreciated, pulling you closer, his eyes not leaving the TV.
Just then he felt something on his leg. As if something warm was glued onto his leg, as he looked down to see some paper stuck onto his leg, making his brows furrow.
"Huh?" He grunted confused, as he bent down slightly to examine it, before realisation hit him.
"Are you serious (NAME)?" Inupi looked at you with a deadpanned expression, making you chuckle.
"Fuck off...Are you kidding me right now?" Inupi groaned, as he tried pulling the wax strip off his leg slowly, hissing when he felt the pain, realising there was no way out now.
As you reached towards the strip, Inupi pulled his leg away from you, as he held your hand, groaning, "(NAME) no.."
"What's the matter? Its got to come off, not that its stuck." You laughed, as your boyfriend rubbed both of his hands against his face, while grumbling frustratingly.
"You're a dick, you know that right?" Inupi grunted, making you laugh more.
"Are you ready?" You asked as you rubbed in the wax strip, while Inupi laid his leg on the couch flat, preparing himself, "fuck no, but here we are."
"No no no no, wait" Inupi said, still pulling his leg, while you wheezed, trying to get his leg over to you.
"For fuck's sake" inupi groaned, as now he held his leg still by both hands, while you ripped the strip.
As soon as you ripped the strip, he yelped, rubbing his hand over the waxed area, while you cackled hysterically, disposing the wax strip before patting his head.
"Why do I even put up with you at this point?"
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SANZU
"Okay thats enough."
Sanzu said, sat on a chair, his hands and facing leaning against the headrest, while you applied wax on a small part of his back, his nose already stuffed with two wax dipped earbuds.
"(NAME) thats enough." Sanzu whined, his head slightly tilting sideways to meet your eyesight.
"I'm cleaning it up becauses you have pieces of it strangled on it." You said, as you continued working on it.
"That shit's hot." Sanzu muttered, his brows furrowing, to which you acknowledged him with your humming.
You waited for a few seconds, while the sight of your boyfriend stuffed with waxed earbuds up his nose, with his shirt pulled up to his neck due to the wax on his back, wildly entertained you.
You ensured all his hair was placed towards his front, before trying to get a grip on the wax. You soothed his back before ripping the wax out.
As soon as you ripped out the strip, Sanzu winced, abruptly standing up, moving away from the chair he sat, "Put that shit down, that shit fucking hurt." Sanzu said, as he pulled his shirt down, glaring at you lightly, while you covered your mouth, hiding your laughter, as you went towards him to hug him, while he pouted, "Baby are you okay?" You said, still laughing, as he slightly hugged you back as well, "Hell no, why the fuck do people use that?"
After a while, you two stood in the bathroom, as Sanzu tied his hair up, before leaning towards the basin, reluctantly holding one wax earbud up his nose since he decided that he didnt trust you enough to pull it out of his nose as you would literally rip out his nose as well, making you put your tongue out mockingly, giving him the middle finger.
Sanzu warmed himself up by tugging on the stick briefly before trying to pull it out, but failing miserable, making you wheeze at his failed attempt. He tried it once again but failed again, grunting out in pain and frustration while you stared at him with the look of 'i told you so', making hims giving you the middle finger this time.
As he attempted to remove the wax stick again, he failed again, making you both laugh out hysterically, while Sanzu tugged at the stick with both his hands, "Its stuck man..."
After dealing with the waxing, you both sat on the couch, as he let you clean his face with a towel,
"Your ass better not tell this shit to anyone or else im hunting you down to the ends of the earth."
"Yea yea i know.."
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HANMA
You two laid on your bed, as your boyfriend's head laid on your lap, while you applied the wax above his eyebrows to shape it.
"You better not mess up my beautiful face babe." Hanma said smirking, making you flick his forehead.
"As if. Im doing a favor by trying to make your face look bearable. And besides you can't mess up something that's already messed up." You sassed, as you stuck the waxing strips, rubbing on it to get it properly stuck, while your boyfriend played with your hair, irritating and teasing you.
As you waited for the wax to set in, you swatted Shuji's hands as he was getting impatient to remove the strips.
"Shuji not now."
"Then when?? Its taking too long. I thought this was supposed to be quick."
"The wax needs to set in dumbass."
"Always knew you were into these kind of nonsense."
"Shut the hell up."
As you got ready for pulling out the wax strips, Hanma held a mirror in front of his face, looking at the process inquisitively.
You managed to rip out one strip, making him taken aback alightly, eyebrows furrowing, as you rubbed the waxed area.
"Goddamn.." he muttered before his eyebrows fully twitched before leaning the mirror towards his face, examining, his mouth open, "What the fuck" Hanma called out before you both burst out laughing as you showed him the wax strip with excess eyebrow hair of his.
"What the fuck's up with my eyebrows." Hanma howled, cackling, as he continued examining his waxed area, before your ripped out the second one as well, making his jaw open out more.
"WHAT THE FUCK." You laughed as he cackled, while rubbing his waxed area, "Woman, what in the fuck did you to my eyebrows?"
"I fixed it asshole/ You're welcome."
"HAHA OH SHIT." Hanma exclaimed, as he sat up, admiring his face in the mirror, while you laughed at his antics.
"Well this was not even painful, the other areas when waxing are a pain in the ass, you know."
"Well if this is the result I'm getting, then i'm waxing my whole goddamn body. DAMN WE SHOULD'VE DONE THIS EARLIER."
You placed a hand on your forehead, already fed up, regretting your actions, knowing what else he's gonna make you do now.
"Wait so is it true that you can even shave down between your legs." Hanma asked, as he questioned you with a tilted face. You knew if you answered you would regret it, and even if you didn't he'll not let you off the hook that easily or will be able to find out somehow or the other.
"Yes Shuji, you can shave down there too."
"Huh." A sly grin appeared on your boyfriend's face.
"Then maybe we both should wax it for each other then. That would be fucking fun, won't it be babe?"
"HANMA!"
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vixensbrainrotts · 3 months
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Young and Beautiful — Hanma Shuji
Content: Imagines
Warnings: vaguely sexual tension, nothing nsfw though
Summary: you decide to take boudoir pictures, and pleasantly surprised by your (very) hot photographer.
Vixen’s two cents: hello! This started out as an imagine but i realized i dont really like writing imagines (it feels so unstructured), so have this little scenario instead. Also, whilst rereading this i realize that Shui seems a little creepy and i swear i dint want him to come off like that?! It was a hot idea in my head, idk how well that that translated, lmk about it! Remember my REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! Also im still on the hunt for moots for proofreading and triangulation in case anyone is interested please contact me!!
When your auntie told you to go and take boudoir pictures, you thought she was talking crazy and waved her off with a polite smile, but she wouldn’t let up. “You’re as young and beautiful as you’ll ever be! Take them for yourself when you’re old like me! It might seem awkward but it’ll be worth it!”
If you would tell yourself from a week ago that you were had booked an appointment to the nearest place, you would have fainted. And if you would have told yourself from 4 hours ago, when you booked that appointment that you would eventually have to step INTO the store too, you would have freaked out. Screw that, you were freaking out now.
You had considered turning around and running about four or five times, but that little voice in the back of your head going pussy wouldnt leave you alone. In a burst of confidence you entered the shop and were met with a surprisingly comfortable atmosphere, and a cozy interior.
You scan the shop for a few seconds, deeming it good enough not to run out of right away, before a tall, slim figure emerged from one of the Backrooms. He wore a lazy smile when he came to you, clicking away at the computer on the desk before asking “Are you my boudoir at 4?” In a smooth, low voice.
You nod shyly in response, fidgeting with your hands a little. He chuckled in response “Don’t worry love, I won’t do anything- this is my job after all.”
He led you to a studio type room and handed you a robe. “Over there.” He said, and a long index of his rose to gesture to a little changing cabin in the corner of the room. “Ill go get everything set up for us.” And with that, he left you to freak out in the changing rooms because fuck he’s hot!
When you emerge again he’s already handling some sort of lenses to the end of the cameras, lights and props set up and ready to go. When he looks to you, you grow shy again and tug the robe a little tighter around your body. He sees this and nods reassuringly “It’s normal to be nervous, sweetheart.” Which only makes you more nervous.
He notices, but chooses to ignore it as he guides you to one of the chairs that are set up. “Now dont worry too much about anything. Just do your thing, ill do all the magic.” You sit, admittedly a little more relaxed but still stiff and he huffs with a smile. “Relax girl! You dont want these looking like pass photos do you?” And that makes you giggle a litte, finally loosening up again.
“There we go. That’s better already. Want me to talk you through it, distract you a little? Do you think that would help?” Eyes are soft but his gaze burns straight through you. “I think that would help, yeah.” And that makes him smile a little.
“How old are you anyway? You look very young- I don’t normally get a lot of girls your age.” He lifts the camera and clicks something on a little machine that begins whirring lightly in the background, producing little qualms of smoke. “I uh, im twenty two. Don’t get me wrong I would have never done this on my own accord, but my auntie, she said that id regret it my whole life if i don’t do this and all such things.”
Whilst you had been explaining, your robe had started slipping off your shoulders. You had noticed but found it the most natural transition into the inevitable. Getting more comfortable, you decided to throw your legs over one of the seat’s armrests, leaning back a little, getting comfortable, as he had advised.
“Thank your auntie for me then.” He whispered underneath his breath, the shutter clicking softly.
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luxthestrange · 7 months
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TOKREV Incorrect quotes#15 Second Husband
Shuji: In 10 years, I guarantee, I will be Y/n Hanagaki's second husband~
Kisaki:...What will happen to her first spouse?
Shuji: Nothing you can prove
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slttygeto · 4 days
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ECHOES OF TIME ༉‧₊˚.
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༉‧₊˚. episode 01: trust fall.
Summary: Amidst the chaos of his work life, Hanma finds refuge and solace within your presence. Two souls bound by an imperceptible and delicate tie, strained by the passage of time that kept you apart. However, can this thin thread endure the weight of his inner struggles? And will you accept offering your heart to such an unpredictable man?
preview: " . . . He still used the same nicknames, the flirtatious nature intensifying over the years—you assume it’s also because he’s gained experience, dated and hooked up with many women. You look at his attire—more specifically his build and you’re certain he has women under his mercy."
word count: 3,9k
content warning: pervert on the metro, cursing, mentions of violence and mvrder, hanma standing behind the reader.
➜ ┊: (@softshuji) (@sin-and-punishment) (@kariatenoh)( @reiners-milkbiddies )✰
༉‧₊˚. reblog + comment!
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The last tokyo metro train leaves at midnight, after that it is eerily silent in the train stations until 5 in the morning. Realistically, you had no reason to be out until midnight—your boring office job as an assistant manager required you to be up at 7:30 in the morning and out of the house by 8:15 so you could arrive at the building a few minutes to 9.
You’re not sure why your feet are dragging you so fast in the station, it hurts to run in high heels and the stupid pencil skirt you’d chosen to wear for the day clung to your skin so tightly it was hard to breathe. Nonetheless, you mumble hurried “sorry”s as you push your way past the sea of people not minding that it was almost 8:30PM. Not you, you wanted to get home, shower, eat some warm food and a good amount of sleep. You regret having agreed to go out with your coworkers for a drink. Although you aren’t even drunk or tipsy, you are slightly pissed that you wasted a good 3 hours that you could’ve silently enjoyed in the comfort of your own home.
“Excuse me—yes, sorry sorry—“finally inside the train, you’re a bit irritated that there aren’t any empty seats but alas, you are on the train and that’s all what mattered. Your arm reaches towards the bar hanging above you and you hold onto it for support as the train gets ready to move. In the midst of your panic and urgency to get home, you fail to stay aware of your surroundings—of the creeps lurking around which are much more than one would expect. However, it is Tokyo, and the train was filled with men. Disgusting men.
Your hand smoothens the fabric of your skirt a couple of times, glancing over your shoulder to see if there was anyone doing anything strange. Your thoughts are cut off right as the doors are about to close—a hand stops the movements and effortlessly pushes them open but once you see that it’s none other than a man—you roll your eyes a bit and stare ahead of you, not bothering to check his face.
He is tall
That’s the only thing that stands out in him beside the fancy suit he is casually sporting on a regular metro train. His head is above everyone else’s and it seems a little intimidating that he can easily tower over you even whilst you’re wearing heels.
The pain in your feet intensifies all of a sudden, and you muffle a hiss. You can’t even reach down and soothe your feet nor can you rest them. Only 15 more minutes of this and… you’ll be free.
As you reach down to caress your leg, a poor and futile attempt at getting the pain to migrate from your feet—you’re suddenly aware of the warm body standing right behind you. Way too close for comfort. You aren’t one to scream in public, but you find yourself panicking at the possibility of what you were experiencing. Your arm reaches behind you and you’re fully expecting the man to be all up on you, his hands perhaps hovering over your hips but—
“hey what the fuck—!“ on your left, you see a man get pushed onto the ground. He looks like a deer caught in headlights as his phone falls next to him.
The camera app was open.
It doesn’t take you long to put two and two together, your hands instinctively going back to your skirt as you try to pull it down—magically turn it into one of a longer length. You aren’t sure of what to do, thoughts racing in your brain of all the possibilities of what the man could’ve done had he taken a picture of you.
“You have a problem?” the tall man squats down to be face to face with the pervert who freezes when he looks at the man’s hands, then up to his face where he sees the dangling earring. From your angle, you can only guess that the two men have some sort of unresolved issues—but based on the horror on the pervert's face, it seems bigger than that.
"N-no, I'm sorry--"
"Fuck off."
You want to thank the man, you truly do--but you were on a moving metro and it was excessively crowded for you to turn around and fully face him. You expect him to pull away after the little stunt he's pulled to save you, perhaps bully someone to offer him their seat but instead, you feel his chest awfully close to your back and you freeze.
Did he push the man away just so he could have his way with you? Do you elbow him in the stomach? a million thoughts run through your head but they're quickly interrupted when you hear his deep voice, this time way too close to your ear.
"Long time no see, doll." his wrist rests lazily on the bar you're gripping to keep yourself steady, and one quick glance at his hand and your blood runs cold.
Doll, dangly earrings and tattooed hands—
Before you could turn around and face him, his other hand grabs onto your hips and helps you stay still, his chin now fully resting on your shoulder.
"Shhh, wait until we get to our station. Can't talk to you properly with all these people around, can I?"
There was nothing to talk about, nothing to discuss for that matter. You're surprised the man remembers you despite it being 12 years since you last saw him--you were just a teenager, two years younger than him and fascinated by his way of living.
A reckless life, something you could never see yourself doing. And despite everyone around you (mostly Takemichi and Chifuyu) telling you to be careful with the guy who was called the reaper of shinjuku, you two hit it off quite well. He'd walk you home from school, and each time he claimed he didn't mean to do it, you'd smile and nod at him. Because you knew that his house was the other way and he had no reason to be walking the same way as you.
Calling you doll wasn't something he planned for, it happened rather naturally. You were out buying snacks for yourself and you happened to pass by a toman meeting right after he joined with kisaki, his friend (although calling them friends was a bit of a stretch). He'd notice you from the corner of his eye and slip from the crowd of teenage boys to talk to you.
No matter how hard he'd tried to deny his soft spot for you, calling you doll very loudly to get your attention gave everything away and kisaki knew very well that the boy was just bad with words.
But as magical as it was, the bond you two had fell apart right before your eyes. You're not even sure how it happened--neither of you tried to fix it. You'd see him less outside, the walks from school to your apartment became nonexistent and even when you'd spot him outside, the two of you would pretend like you didn't know each other. it was sad, because the friendship fell apart over... nothing. You'd simply stopped trying and perhaps it felt like it was time to move on.
Two years later, you left town to pursue your studies. a higher education was everything to you and after earning a degree in economics and business and then came back to Tokyo. You found a job at a high-tech company and you were more than satisfied with how you were living. Or at least that's what you were telling yourself up until this point.
You feel a squeeze on your hip as the metro comes to a halt, and your thoughts are quickly replaced by the thought of him. Of Hanma Shuji's presence. Your skin feels prickly as people start to leave one by one, yet you refuse to budge until you feel him casually wrap an arm around your middle before pulling you out and onto the platform.
There you allow yourself to breathe and stare up at the man because fuck--he's grown much taller in the last decade. However his eyes, previously filled with mischief, are now devoid of any emotion. He seems bored, like he isn't the luxurious life he must be living. Expensive suits, an expensive watch and golden rings adorning his tattooed fingers. This was the life Hanma wanted to have, this is the life he told you he will work hard for--so why did he look like he wasn't enjoying it?
To put it in simple words, having everything just didn't feel like enough. However when the tall man spots you, it ignites a fire in him that he thought had died years ago with his teenage self. He watches from his car as you hurry down the street, his tinted windows allow him to stare at you for as long as he wants--making sure that it was actually you before telling his chauffeur to park the car and wait for him. Scared and unable to say no, the chauffeur had no choice but to wait for the man.
Hanma tries not to make it obvious that he was following you, every now and then he would glance at your body, your hair--how so much has changed and yet nothing at the same time. You still have the same hurried walk, the scar on the back of your leg is still there and it seems as though you died your hair a different color. You still make the same faces when you're frustrated, and you press your lips to mask your anxiety. God, how has it been so long and yet it feels like Hanma lost you yesterday?
When he sees you enter the metro station, he is a bit irritated. Why don't you have a car? Or why didn't you call for a cab? He can't scold you now, not when he can see that the man who was standing by the wall started following you as soon as you had walked down the stairs.
All of this excited him--it felt like he gained a sense of purpose all over again. If all goes well, he could kill the man in front of everyone and if not--he would still get to talk to you. As he stares you down, his fingers twitch and he’s reminded of how soft and plushy your skin felt under his grip. You’re an adult now, your body has gone through changes. The lip gloss coating your soft lips looks delicious, he can smell the peachy scent from where he stands. He wonders if the scent would stick to him after he kisses you, after all it’s been many years since the last time he’s felt your lips.
What do you say to someone you haven’t seen for over a decade? Better yet, how do you act? Your body feels tingly under his intense gaze, like something out of a movie—time slows down, and passersby are reduced to nothing but white noise. You pray that he says something, that he takes the lead and spares you the suffocating anxiety sitting heavy on your chest. Even as an adult, you’re not the best with holding conversations. Let alone with someone you thought you’d never see ever again.
But they do say you meet a person at least twice in your life. As a teenager, you would’ve never believed that you’d find yourself in a situation where Hanma isn’t in your life—and being a teenager means you think you have life figured out, that no changes will be brought to your surroundings or routine. Only for life to take an unexpected turn right before you turn 20 and then your twenties consist of trying to figure your life out, thinking you have it figured out—only for things to change again. You assume that you were experiencing the latter.
“Shinjuku?” Shuji breaks the silence but the expression on his face remains unchanged—a bit foreign to you. However, amusement dances deep within those golden orbs, something like a dangerous ride at a carnival, he wants to know why you came back and why you left in the first place.
“Yeah.” you start to walk towards the exit and Hanma naturally follows behind.
“Where do you work?” He asks and you shoot him a look over your shoulder, one of suspicion.
“Come on doll, ya don’t trust me?” the same playful grin comes back, but this time you don’t entertain him. Or at least, you don’t try to. Because for some odd reason, anything you do has Hanma’s body feeling like there’s a million fires ignited in him. The curiosity is back, and you’re the same quiet teenager he’s met 12 years ago.
“I don’t.” you reply shortly, and he snorts. What was funny about your answer anyway?
“I’ll give you that, careful girl.” He still used the same nicknames, the flirtatious nature intensifying over the years—you assume it’s also because he’s gained experience, dated and hooked up with many women. You look at his attire—more specifically his build and you’re certain he has women under his mercy.
“Are you gonna invite me over to your place?”
“Hanma listen—“ you stop right at the exit and he stands so close to you that you have to put a hand on his chest to keep a distance between the two of you. He stares at your hand before glancing at your face, and you catch the way there’s a glint in his eyes as they flicker down to your lips. Your stomach leaps and you remove your hand.
“I- we- it’s been years, okay? We’re not—we’re no longer close. I don’t know how you found me, I’m not sure I want to know—“
“Saw you walk down the street on your way to the metro,” he blurts out quickly. His expression unmoving as he continues. “Recognized you from the way you walk. It’s the same.”
Your mouth opens and closes—you’re certain that you look stupid as you try to process his words. He recognized the way you walk.
“Is that weird, doll?”
“Yes,” you hiss. “Very fucking weird.”
“Don’t blame me. I walked behind you for a whole year when we were kids.” He leans closer to your face, you gulp when you feel his size tower over you. “Can’t forget that little run you do when you know you’re late,” he says almost in a whisper, voice purring in your ear.
“O-Okay!” this time you place a hand on his shoulder to create a safe distance between the two of you, and you look in the direction of your apartment building to avoid any unnecessary feelings floating to the surface. “I have to go. I have work tomorrow and I’m exhausted—“
“Let me drive you there,” he suggests, golden eyes searching for your nervous ones in the cold night. He sees you contemplating, your face twitches a little and he notices that you can’t stand properly on your feet. Glancing down at your feet, the high heels you were wearing looked painful. If it were up to him, he’d carry you bridal style to your apartment.
Before you can even refuse, a black Maserati Quattroporte with tinted windows pulls up next to you. You stare at Hanma only to find him holding up his phone. How quickly did he dial that phone number for the chauffeur to arrive so fast? Or was he lurking around? Normally, you’d feel unsafe under such circumstances—an old acquaintance popping out of nowhere, finding you then suggesting to drive you home? You’re surprised you haven’t called the police yet.
Still, you make your way towards the car with shaky hands hesitating to open the car. Hanma does it for you, a hand resting at the small of your back. “After you.”
The scent of fine leather and expensive taste hits your nostrils as you settle on the seats that swallow you in comfort. The interior is drowned in darkness, allowing no light to sneak its way from the outside. It reeked of sophistication and you found yourself questioning if what you were doing was correct.
You glance above you out of sheer curiosity, only to be met with the sunroof that offered a view of the star-studded sky. The chauffeur remains quiet as Hanma opens the door and sits in the back seat next to you, and without saying a word, the door closes and the chauffeur starts driving on cue.
“Where to?” he leans down to whisper in your ear, now catching the hints of cigarettes and the magnetic and invigorating smell of his perfume. One whiff has you weak in the knees, you wonder what else could get you so easily at his mercy—
“Doll?” you catch his eyes and stare ahead at the chauffeur, refusing to utter another word to the man sitting on your right.
“Okube koreatown.”
You’re not sure if the drive is supposed to take longer than ten minutes, but you find yourself in Hanma’s car longer than intended. The chauffeur is driving slow, dragging each and every painfully long minute to allow his boss extra time with you. After all, Shuji doesn’t know when he will get to see you again.
“You never told me where you work.”
“And I won’t.”
“Yet you’re allowing me to drive you home?” he tilts his head to the side and you chuckle dryly.
“Bold of you to assume I’m telling you my address.”
Hanma’s grin is wider than ever, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve managed to pull such a reaction out of him under so little time.
“I knew you were a smart one.” He then reaches for his pocket and pulls out his card. “Let me pay for your cab then.”
“I have my own money,” you frown and he stares at you, deadpanned.
“Never said you didn’t.” The chauffeur stops when you tell him to, Hanma gets out of the car before you do and opens the door for you.
“Chivalry is not dead.” He strokes his own ego with his words. You roll your eyes at this, and stand away from the car before eyeing the cars down the streets, hoping to flag down a cab.
“You seriously don’t trust me to take you back home?” he stands next to you on the side walk, hands buried in his pockets as he scans the cars with you. You don’t reply, you’re not sure what you’re supposed to say. But you have every right to be cautious, to not trust the man you haven’t seen in over a decade—one whose face felt so familiar yet so foreign, with mannerisms that you never imagined he would adapt. Hanma doesn’t feel like the same boy you’d once held so dearly to your heart, he is a changed man. You don’t know what life showed him, or what he’s been through, but something about all this money that he had—it felt like what he was doing was wrong.
“What do you do for a living?” It’s your turn to ask the million dollar question. It catches Hanma off guard for a split second before he composes himself.
What did he do for a living? He’s never asked himself that question—somewhere down the road, he’s lost himself to the money and drugs. A simple request from Kisaki could render the man in a pool of blood that didn’t belong to him. The streets of Tokyo were terrified of him, each crease and corner bore the scars of his violence, his wrath—
He’s always thought that there was something wrong with him, never bothered to define it. He was after something fun, something that brings him a sense of pleasure. Shuji was bored, he was reckless and acts on a whim. And when everything intensifies, crime strikes again and Toman makes headlines on the TV in record time. He wonders if you’ve ever seen that name on the big screen, if you even remember it.
“Three men found hung by the Rainbow Bridge in Tokyo. Cause of death hasn’t been determined—“
They were all killed execution style. Shuji knows that because he is the one who did it. It wasn’t really his fault, they left him no choice. He caught them trying to get money from another gang, and being the generous man that he is, he offered them twice the amount.
In exchange for going on a little tour around Tokyo at night.
When Shuji kills, he is in a haze. There are no words in the dictionary to describe what it feels like to hold a gun to someone’s head, to be in control of someone’s life. That’s when Shuji’s boredom subsides and is replaced with this jittery feeling in his chest, he could easily mistake it for a highschool crush he’s never had in his entire life. He holds the cold barrel of the gun to his lips as they make an O shape, pushing the weapon inside his mouth before pretending to shoot. There is a playful glint in his eyes.
“Pew!” He bites his lips as he stares down at the last man alive, kneeling before him with snot and drool and tears covering his face in an ugly mess. “Ya like that one better?” Of course, Hanma offers options because he is not cruel. He wants this man to go the way that he wants, what kind of man would he be if he doesn’t grant this poor filthy rat a last wish?
A horrible man.
He’s heard it so many times from so many people—women he’s broken up with, men with families begging to be left alive, to go back to their children and spouses, old people when he doesn’t let them cross the street, couples when he decides to piss right next to them as they are having a romantic walk out. The dual toned man doesn’t embrace this part of his identity, his arms only wrap around something when it gives him pleasure. He doesn’t feel much for being called horrible, but he does feel a lot for being called a traitor. Because if there is anything Shuji hates, it’s being betrayed.
But would that answer your question? Of what he does for a living?
His actions, his orders—those reached deeper than the physical realm. His influence stands strong in the midst of a world filled with betrayal and alliances shifting like sand in the wind. Loyalty was important to the man who lived his life like a game of twister, earned through fear and intimidation.
The question of what he does remains unanswered for a few more minutes as silence falls heavy on your shoulders, making you feel the weight of the distance and time that’s pulled the two of you apart. You don’t bother asking again, hand raised in the car to catch the taxi driver’s attention.
“Goodnight, Hanma.” You say as you open the door for yourself and he doesn’t budge, simply ducks his head and makes his way towards his own car.
“Night, doll.”
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➜ ┊: it's here! i couldn't wait any longer, I needed to introduce you guys to my newest baby! I love evil toman hanma, i've been obsessed with him for... quite some time now and so why not write something for him? anyway, the chapters will be coming in slowly, I still need to figure out a way to go about the next events hehe but enjoy reading!
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hime-arts · 3 months
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Hanma Shuji hc 💛
LISTEN TO HIS SONG - CIRCUS IN THE DARK 🎵
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g0kotta · 2 years
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Better without you
They cheat on you / break up with you, but you actually get happier without them.
Sanzu Haruchiyo, Haitani Rindou, Hanma Shuji, Haitani Ran(and Mitsuya Takashi;) ) x gn!reader
PART TWO
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Now playing: Don Toliver - No Idea
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Sanzu Haruchiyo
Since you've been gone, I've been just okay
“You’re nothing without me.” Sanzu points at you. “You can say whatever you want, but you know that it’s true. You’ll never find anyone else like me.”
“I know.” You wipe the tears from your face. “And I think that’s for the better. I gave you the world, Sanzu. I did everything for you. For us. And this is what you do? You fuck the first bitch you see at a party?”
“Whatever. You’ll be back soon.”
———
Walking around town with a couple of people, he had the biggest smirk on his face. Kanto Manji gang was already the top gang in Japan and things couldn’t get any better.
“Yo, Sanzu.” Ran slaps his back. “Isn’t that your ex?”
And as he turned around, he saw you talking with your friends. You laughed at something one of them said. He noticed how you were glowing, looking way better than you did during the relationship. And he felt a pang in his chest. You were right, weren’t you? You don’t need someone like him. Sanzu scoffs and pretends like seeing you so happy didn’t hurt.
“Whatever. They’ll be crawling back to me soon.”
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Haitani Rindou
I know you mad, you didn't see it my way
“Can you for once just understand how this whole situation makes me feel?!” You yell out frustrated. “Why can’t you just see it from my point of view! You never listen to me. You just do everything your own way and then get mad at me when I try to treat you how you treat me! You’re a fucking hypocrite, Rin.”
“Whatever.” He just rolls his eyes and looks back at his game.
“You’re doing it again! I can’t remember the last time we spent our time together. I shouldn’t even be talking about this with yo-“
“So shut it.”
“Huh?” Your eyes widen.
“Shut the fuck up. You’re so fucking annoying.” Rindou bangs his fist on the table that held his gaming set up. “Always bitching about everything. If you hate how I ignore you so much, why don’t you just leave huh? Fucking dumbass.”
———
That day you did leave. And you never answered his calls or messages. Whenever he tried to talk to you, you would just walk past him, or just switch routes so you wouldn’t even have to see him. You started treating him like he treated you the whole relationship. Rindou knew he fucked up bad and he didn’t know how to get you back.
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Hanma Shuji
Since I've been gone, I've been out of space
“You make me so fucking stressed, Shuji.” You sigh as you finish wrapping bandaids over his hands. “You disappear for weeks or months and don’t text, or call. I never know where you are and if you’ll come back. I hate it.”
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry, babe. It won’t happen again. I swear.” He kisses the top of your head.
You knew his words didn’t hold any meaning. He would sweet talk you into staying and then he’d disappear again, leaving you alone with the dark thoughts of what could have happened to him. But for now you’d just stay in his arms.
———
So after he didn’t reach out to you in four months, you decided to just end it there and grabbed your belongings from his apartment. At first it was hard. You’d check your phone for any new messages or calls, but after a while you realised how better you felt after leaving.
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Ran Haitani (ft. Mitsuya Takashi)
I let lil' Shawty, come here, take your place
“I can’t believe you. I gave you a chance to change after the first time..” you feel your heart breaking, a lump was forming in your throat and you wanted to scream, to throw whatever was near you into walls. “And you went ahead and cheated on me for the second time?! Do you have no fucking shame, Haitani?” You looked at him and felt your stomach drop. He had a smirk on his face and his eyebrows were raised. Like this whole thing was just a show he was watching on the tv.
“You’re stupid if you think I can and will actually change. It’s not my fault you’re so dependent on me.” He shrugs his shoulders. “If I were you, I would’ve left ages ago.”
———
Ran was walking around Roppongi with Rindou. They wanted to visit a caffe that opened not too far from their apartment. And when they walked in Ran felt his stomach explode and his hands started shaking. There you were sitting in a booth, smiling happily while a guy him and his brother hated, was holding your hand and making you blush. Mitsuya Takashi healed your heart and made you forget about him. Ran couldn’t stand the thought of you belonging to someone else.
You want a paper plane, I don't mind
I wonder why your girl always smiling
Mitsuya felt someone staring at him and as he lifted his eyes, he tried to contain a smile. The Haitani brothers were both staring at you and him. He lifted your hand which he was holding and left a gentle kiss on your wrist. He doesn’t mind giving you the world if it meant you’d smile at him like that. It was Ran’s loss.
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