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[name] with a poly relationship with shuji and manjiro?? (i love them and i know you like them....)

AND THANK GOD (you) FOR OPEN REQUESTS!!

I love them sm, this a dream poly, thank you so much cause I have yet too see a poly about them.

-You're gonna be so fucking safe in the presence of these two trouble-makers. They're both so protective and are always arguing over you. Well... it's more like Hanma instigating and Manjiro becoming irritated.

-I will say, with you around, their fights rarely become physical, and if they do, it's best too just let it happen because you do not wanna be in the middle of that, at all. There's flying fists and as we all know that Mikeys kicks do a lot of damage, so it's best too just leave for the day.

-They both like dragging you on motorcycle rides, it's much safer with Mikey then Hanma, because Mikey actually listens when you tell him too slow down... but Hanma? Slow isn't even in his vocabulary. Now, if you do start too get anxious and are genuinely scared, he'll take it slower but not without quite a bit of teasing first.

-You're the one ALWAYS buying food, especially for Mikey. With all the dorayaki and taiyaki that you're constantly buying, so if you don't have a job, you better one soon babe, cause they're gonna run you dry... in more ways then one.

-Speaking of, this is a duo where both partners are very dominant. Sorry to all the pro submissive Mikey lovers, but i just can't picture that man being anything but dominant. They both are men that thrive on control, especially Hanma.

-I think Mikey likes too lay on the bed, with you laying on his chest as Hanma fucks you, or at the very least, eats you out. Mikey likes too place soft, little kisses on your cheeks and temple as Hanma sucks hickeys into your tits as he rubs the tip of his cock over you clit.

-Hanma is a lot rougher and more aggressive during sex then Mikey is. He really likes too fuck you from behind, with one of his hands tangled in your hair as he calls you his pretty little slut, his little doll. Grinding his hips into your ass as he leaves little slaps to your clit.

-Hanma can be sweet though, just.. not when Mikeys around. Hanmas little affectionate gestures are small but he does a lot for you. Braiding your hair, getting things off the top shelf for you. Buying you pretty clothes as he takes the best pictures of you and posts them on your socials. He'll even have flowers sent to you all the time, claiming Mikey did it.. you know he didn't because the bank statements on his phone states otherwise.

-Mikey likes too the tears away from your cheeks as he leaves little pecks on your lips. Leaving little marks on your neck as he caresses your thigh that he has hiked over his waist, running calloused fingers over your cheek bones as he looks deep into your eyes, whispering the sweetest things to you. You're his little angel, the light in his eyes, you're everything to him.

-Don't get it twisted though, Mikey can still be mean. Grabbing at your face as he sticks his tongue down your throat. Mockingly pouting in your face as he pushes down on the bulge in your stomach as more tears drip down your cheeks. Making you stick your tongue out as he spits in your mouth, telling you too keep it on your tongue until he's done with you. This only really happens when you spend too much time with Hanma.

-Mikey is generally the nice one, especially with Hanma in the mix. They both care about you deeply, they're very protective of you and willing too do anything for you. Getting into fights, mainly Hanma, with other people for looking at you or cat-calling you. This can be a very chaotic relationship but they're both genuine softies.

what do you think would be shuji's main kinks? it can be in general or in each timeline!~)

(plus: i love your headcanons, scenarios, etc!!! you're an amazing writer!!!!)

Aww, thank you baby, that means a lot!!!

Power Play- He most definitely takes on the authoritative role in the relationship. He likes too be in control, it's a must for him, all of the time. He likes not only the physical part of it, but he takes it to a whole new level with just how much he likes too play with your head. Your relationship turning into a psychological mind game most of the time. Physically, he likes too play around with you. Hold you down, treat you like a doll... like you're no threat; because, well.. you aren't- not to him anyway. He likes too have you sit at his feet on the pretty poarch, connected to the luxury penthouse he owns, petting your head and treating you more like a puppy- rather then a human being, as he smokes a cigarette. Holding you to his chest as he chuckles in your ear, spewing mocking phrases at you as you struggle against hold, he's not even using much of his strength, that's quite sad, don't you think? Just how easily he holds you down- holds you to him... that's honestly quite pathetic of you, too be struggling so much and he's not even bothered. Psychologically though? He likes too get in your head, you are below him, he makes that clear, very quickly at that. He's so... dehumanizing, talking to you in a high-pitched voice, having you lick his hands, in place of kisses. Pouting at you in a tease when you give him those big watery eyes of yours as he tells you that he got you custom made dishes... puppy bowls, fitting for a puppy, no?

Degradation- This should be no big surprise with just how mean he can be, to not just you, but to people in general. It's not just the verbility in this case, it's also the actions he has you perform for him and to him. Whenever you don't listen to him or refuse too make eye-contact with him; like he asked. He'll fist your hair and pull your head back, making you look up at him and if you still persist in keeping your eyes averted, he'll give your cheek a nice couple of quick pats, his eyes low as stares you down. Before grabbing you by the cheeks, his fingers tight as his knuckles turn white and shaking it. His voice low and mean as he asks you too behave- telling you that you will behave for him, using his head too nod and shake your head forcefully at his persistent questions. Making you verbalize your compliance before giving your, forcibilly, pouty lips a soft kiss, contradicting his actions as he sends you off, with a pat on your ass, to your room.

Spit Kink- It's another method of degradation, of humiliation he uses on you. Plays into his little hand kink as well; his lips split into the widest grin as he watches your glossy swollen lips wrap around a couple of his fingers; pushing them down on your spit-soaked tongue. Fucking his fingers into your tight throat- a preparation for something much... bigger too be shoved down your throat. Spreading the digits so that your tongue is slipping in between them as he plays with the little muscle, pinching it in between his index and thumb as he pulls it from your mouth so that he can lay a fat glob of spit on the soft pink muscle. Smearing it around the length of you tongue as he makes you thank him. Your voice coming out muffled and barley understandable as you give him the appreciations he's so eager for; the same appreciation that has his eyes rolling back as he hears the little sobs coated in your hiccupped admiration. His own spit dripping from the corner of your mouth, mouth over-flowing with the mixture of saliva.

Hand Kink- I can see this being a definite for him, but it's not in the usual way. It's not that he's attracted to hands.. more like, he likes seeing his hands on you, in anyway possible. His hands are his favorite part of him, they're pretty, tatted and very, very dangerous to anyone but himself. He likes too keep his hands on your thigh as he drives, running his thumb over the soft skin. Even sliding his hand, the one marked with "Sin", into your panties. Rubbing his index and middle fingers up the whole length of your cunt. His fingers drenched in your slick as he pushes them into your pussy, your legs spreading as your back arches against the seat of the car. Tears dripping down your cheeks as your voice breaks from the sputter of stuttered out pleas. Your hands shooting down and closing around his wrist only too have them slapped away as he makes you put them through the opening of the headrest and pushes it down, trapping your hands as continues too play with you, ripping orgasm after orgasm from you. Only stopping when he reaches his desired destination, your panties soaked, slick dripping down your thighs as it soaks into the expensive leather.

Dacryphilia- I can't even explain how hard he gets when he sees those fat little tears rolling down your cheeks. The hiccuped sobs that leave your bitten lips, teeth marks engraved in the soft flesh. Your lips tasting of copper, from the blood that flows freely from how hard you dig your teeth into them. His tongue licking at the brownish-red liquid as he leaves quick soft kisses on the corners of your mouth. Making you keep your eyes focused on him so he can watch the salty liquid gather in your optics. The twitching fingers on his right hand, caressing your cheek as he buries his face in your neck. The sounds of your blubbered sobs causing his hips too snap harder- rougher against your own, only for more sniffling too be ripped from your vocal cords, leading you into the occasional coughing fit that he quickly quiets down as they turn into soft whimpers.

can you do a part 2 of stalker hamna where reader is still oblivious to everything happening and has a crush on him because of how “nice of a friend” he’s being to her?

TW- Noncon, delusional behavior, creep behavior, stalking, stealing, manipulation

-He's managed too grow much closer to you, under the false pretenses of "friends" and it's never been easier for him too carry out his dirty little past times. He gets even more nastier with the things he does now that he can use the "friends" tittle and sweet, precious you, you're none the wiser, you never question the disgusting things he asks of you.

-You've made having access to your house so much easier for him, he doesn't even have too break in anymore, not when you're constantly inviting him over. He doesn't even have too steal your things anymore, not when you're letting him borrow your things, of course... he feels oh so very bad when he sees the sad look in your eyes when he tells you that he's lost the very thing you let him borrow.

-He was beyond ecstatic when you asked for a sleep over from him. You just sometimes make this too easy for him. He had you sleeping right beside him, your chest rising and falling so gently, without a care in the world, and he takes advantage of that, well.. more of you then anything. As one of his hands slips into his pants as the other slips into your panties.

-His fingers rubbing up and down your cunt as his other hands jerks his cock. It gives him this sick sense of pleasure, but he, like with most things, quickly grows tired of just touching you, he needs too taste you.. so he does. Slipping down under the covers as he pulls your panties to the side... you're so nasty, you were just asking for this when you only went to bed in just a shirt and panties.

-His thumbs spreading the lips of your cunt as he leans closer to your core, licking a fat strip of your core all the way up to your clit, the little nerve twitching under his tongue, he knew you wanted this all along. One of his hands going back down too his leaking cock, running a hand over the sensitive head he sucks on your clit, the bud pulsing on his warm tongue as his stomach clenches.

-He gets tired of doing things in secret, it's no longer fun for him, and he's always been good at playing things off. So, when you ask him why your dirty panties, left in the bathroom after your shower, has conditioner on them... he's never gotten so hard before in his life. He doesn't know if you're just playing dumb too avoid an obvious problem of his, or you're really just... not the smartest. Either way though, he really doesn't care because if you are playing dumb, he'll just see how far he has too go to get you too quit it or if you really are just... not entirely there.. well, that's even better for him.

-He likes using your things, it makes him feel like you guys are even closer, like you're even more his as he uses your toothbrush or as he cums on the loofa that you use, the thought of this little piece of stringy material having been all over your body... especially your cunt, leaves him in a frienxie as he jerks off to the thought of you using it after he leaves his nasty little gift on it. Especially when you blow it off as just something simple as left over soap.

-He purposely takes your comfy clothes when you sleep at his house, he knows what it'll lead to, and you've never failed his expectations, just like now, when you ask for a pair of his sweats after you get tired of the chilly air in his apartment, you would ask for him too turn it off, but he had told you it was broken, so you don't really see the point.

-You've never really questioned the shrine of you that he has, you just thought it was so sweet that he has so many pictures of you in his house, in his living space he has pictures of you. That just proves to you how much he cares for you, none of your other friends have this, and that just makes your "little" crush on him even bigger.

-He really uses the friend thing to his advantage as he lays in your bed, as he asks you too suck his cock. That.. leaves you in a haze of confusion, that he quickly clears up with the friend word, stating that a girl has never sucked his cock before, which is a lie, because that's all he lets girls do, having them take his cock down their throat as he pictures you, but you'll never know that and you don't know that. So when he asks, you agree, he's always so nice to you as he brings you the sweetest gifts, so sure, you can return the favor by shoving your tight little throat down his cock as he runs a hand through your hair, you don't mind.

soooooooooo, fem! shuji hanma! x fem! reader?? 👉🏻👈🏻 (thank u for answer btw!! i will request later some emma headcanons heheh)

-She's so tall, standing at about 5'11, she's much taller then most of the men she fights and she finds it too be so funny. She's got a really nice figure as well, tiny waist with long legs and the prettiest hands that have knuckles that are always covered in blood and bruises

-She's so fucking mean, too literally everyone, and she's so cocky about everything. Especially about, men specifically, underestimating her because she's a girl. So when a man gets handsy with her, she beats his ass. As the man lays bloody and bruised on the floor, his face twisted in disbelief as she laughs in his face.

-She gets her nails done, but never long because she can't fight as well and she always complains about how she really doesn't understand how people wipe their ass with nails that long. She does like when you drag those claws down her back though, the pain makes her head all foggy.

-She's so mean when she sits on your face, because she doesn't just sit, she fucks. She will fuck your face, with no break, she only lets up when she's cum. She'll grab the back of your head and push you closer as she rides your tongue, saying the meanest things to you as she feels your tongue slip inside of her.

-Her hair is pretty too, she has that kind of e-girl style, her hair brown with blonde strands in the front, she lets them hang out when she ties her hair back, she does add more blond streaks later on because she likes it so much. While she likes too keep her hair short, she grew it out because she liked when you pulled on it. She always has you bleach her roots for her because she doesn't know what's she doing and her hair has fallen out when she fell asleep with the bleach in before.

-She's the meanest on her period, her cramps get so bad too the point where she can't walk so she likes too have you take care of her. Her period is pretty short but it's always so bad. She also thinks it's kinda cute when your period sinks up with hers. She derives a sick kind of pleasure when you suffer with her.

-She doesn't wear skirts, dresses on nice occasions, but she hates skirts. They're so uncomfortable for her, she much rather prefer too wear sweats and leggings. They're easy for her too move around in and she fights better, have you ever tried too smash someones teeth down their throat in a skirt? Well, she has and she couldn't move around at all, she also hates heels, again for special occasions but even then she quickly grows tired of them and always has slides in the car.

-She loves using straps on you, she knows she fucks you good already, but when your face twists into pure ecstasy, it makes her fuck you harder, and it's so much fun for her. With the different lengths girths, she doesn't just fuck you with it though, she makes you suck it off. Watching your lips wrap around the silicone head as she fucks your throat with it, the harness around her waist as you sit between her legs, her hand bobbing your head as she throws her back, it's as if she can really feel it.

-It's so easy for her too go into the dressing room with you, and people are none-the-wiser as she has her finger deep in your soft cunt, your hands against the mirror as your face is squished against the glass, her other hand covering your mouth too prevent you from being too loud.

b-bully Hanma….big meanie head who flips your skirt up in front of everyone and knocks your books out of your arms so he can watch you bend over in front of him…

Oh yeah, Hanma would definitely fit this troupe because he's just so mean. He canonly thrives off chaos and is prone too boredom so when he finds you.. so soft and too sweet for your own good, he gets this sick kick out of bullying you and being so fucking mean as he takes pictures up your skirt when you bend over too pick up the books that he knocked out of your arms. He's just... such an asshole and it's not even like he's being playful when he does those things, he's just doing them because he likes how your eyes well with tears as he flips your skirt up and tells you how slutty it is that you're wearing a thong.. around all these people especially. He's genuinely such an asshole and I love him.

Hanma and Ran with hyper feminine gf?🤭

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

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

Out of all the tr boys that you write for, which ones do you think have a nylon/stockings fetish?

Bonten!Mikey and Manila!Mikey really like nylon stockings, they both find them very sexy and there's an erotic appeal to them, also Manila!Mikey simply just likes too rip them open... and fishnets. Hanma also quite likes them, he finds them too be very sexy and again, he also likes too rip them, Ran too now that I'm thinking about it. You'll have too consistently buy new pairs with Manila!Mikey, Ran and Hanma around. Shinichiro, Hakkai and Chifuyu though, they're very careful when they take them off of you and they're very precise, it's also one of the easiest ways too get them all shy and soft. Sanzu only likes the lace/fishnet ones though, he likes running his nails over them and using his teeth too rip them open. Kokonoi likes how classy they look on you and of them.

Hanma: You love me, right, Y/n?

Y/n: Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it, what did you do this time?

Hanma *whipping out matching His and Hers guns from behind his back*: 😏

Y/n: oh thank god I was expecting so much worse

Hanma *pulling out a list of targets*: It's bring your wife to work day!

Y/n: Shuji NO

❌ Incorrect Tokyo Manji~ ❌

Lawyer: Name?

Hanma: Shuji Hanma.

Lawyer: Sex?

Hanma: Frequently

Lawyer: No, male or female?

Hanma: Doesn’t matter

Hanma is a little excessive.

He's a man of gestures and it's never not been known that he's the type to make grand entrances and exits, all flourishes and loud voices, big words and bigger actions. You like to think that's just how he is, bustling into your life to drag you along by the hand into the deep darkness of his world, that he's sharing it with you as a gift, himself and all the uncertainty he comes with.

You like it, you think of it often with trepidation when you wonder about how you can keep up with him, and if he might find someone who can run a little faster next to him, or whether he'll get tired of slowing down for your sake.

He never does and you find that, surprisingly, it never bothers him when you need constant reassurance, when you need praise and sweetness that he's more than happy to give because no matter what, you're under the assumption that you're a lot to deal with, Despite how often he'll try to convince you otherwise.

He likes to think he knows you by now, watched you change, the occasional timidity he still likes that you feel less embarrassed by now, how much more willing you are to hang onto his arm after months and months of constant self doubt. It does come back, and he's quick to quash it, smooth words, a kiss to the back of your neck when you feel like whatever he says might be a lie. It never bothers him.

Most of all though, you're acutely aware that he makes you feel prettier than you believe you are. It's in the small actions mostly.

'Who is this pretty girl hm?' he says and runs his hands along your sides, a light squeeze of your hips as he bends down to lightly nose at your neck, your hair tickling his cheek as he pulls you flush to him.

It never fails to have the heat rising to your cheeks when he behaves like that, as if he needs you, when you're more than convinced you need him ten times as much, but perhaps if you believed in yourself more, you might be tempted to think the former was true.

'You like it?' you say and turn, your pelvis brushing his as he presses himself into you, as if he can fold the two of you together. 'I bought it with your card- I hope you don't min-'

'shhhhh, you can have whatever you want, card or no sweetheart.' And he gives you a smile, quiet, softened, his lips accented by the lick of fresh and creamy sunlight pouring in through the window. 'You're my Pretty Girl, I want you to have pretty things.'

You feel guilty still, as if you're using him somehow despite how freely he gives to you. And, like always, the tears come fresh when you hear him praise you so easily, so overtly. And, like always, he believes he's done something wrong to incur this.

'Princess?' he says, a hint of worry, panic lacing the edge of his voice, his grip faltering when he tilts your chin to face him, clear freshwater tears slipping onto your new dress.

'You make me feel pretty.' It sounds silly saying it out loud to yourself, finally where he can hear it, but you think it must be true for it to ache a little whenever he says it, as if it's the first time every time, as if he believes it wholeheartedly.

'What? I don't get it sweetheart.' And he shakes his head, confusion and incredulity, a softened hand coming to cradle your cheek.

'You always say it, you always tell me I'm pretty and beautiful.'

'Because you are, why wouldn't I say it? You're my pretty girl, of course I'll tell you it.'

Maybe he's baffled by it, this much time later, at how you still can't see it, how it still surprises you, how you don't believe it when it's not empty words to him.

'And you really mean it?'

'Of course Princess, I don't know where this is coming from. You're my pretty girl aren't you?' He does know actually, these bouts of insecurity he knows you haven't beaten, assuming it bothers him to need to give reassurance so often. But he's softer with you than he believes he's capable of and it never feels like a burden to reassure you of himself when you need it.

He knows you'd do the same, have done the same.

It takes coaxing and soothing again. 'Mhm, yeah I am,' you say, a little abated for now, an errant tear wiped by his thumb, his big hands that never feel anything less than safe, anything less than reassuring, enough for you to fall into every time.

'Good girl.' And when he holds you just like that, sunlight that spills over his curls, you think you believe him for the moment. That you're pretty, that you're beautiful, that you're his Princess now and always. You know the lingering thoughts are never far, that you'll be seeing them again soon.

But you also know, with just as much- if not more surety- that he'll be there to beat them back, to soothe, to fix and run his hands over you then too. To make you feel pretty again.

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Carpooling with Hanma

Hanma turns to look at you as the speakers are blasting and you're singing at the top of your lungs, eyes closed, hands in the air and hair swishing in the wind. He swore he fell in love with you all over again.

Content Warning: making out, thigh grabbing, marriage mentions, love sick Hanma, he may be a bit ooc but in my delusions hes very in love with me

Spotify Playlist: Hanma's carpool karaoke

Hanma has a headache. A big one and it is YOUR fault. He should've known that it was a mistake when you asked him to go for a “drive around”. At first it was pleasant and he was actually having a good time in the comfortable silence, windows rolled down and warm breeze hitting his face. Quiet peaceful moments like these with you, he cherished due to his violent chaotic life. It was quiet and peaceful till he noticed you resting your chin in your hand, looking out the window, and pouting. “What's wrong doll?” he questioned, looking at you, concerned. He turned back to look at the road ahead when you glanced at him and whined out, “Shuu, I'm so bored!” He scrunched his face in confusion and asked again, “You're the one who wanted to go for a ride, was that an excuse for me to get you something to eat?” He blinked at you smirking, as if he had figured you all out which only served to irritate you more. “NO! Can a girl not hang out with her boyfriend?” you crossed your arms over your chest defensively which made you look even more suspicious. Hanma raised his eyebrows and nodded his head, “yeah sure”. He said snorting. You turned to him and gasped, arms still crossed and staring at him with betrayal in your eyes. Your dramatic reaction only made him laugh more. You tried your best at hiding the smile that was creeping its way to your face, but you just couldn't, you laughed along with him. It was hard not to laugh with the funniest person you know. His laughter died down as did yours when he pulled into an empty parking lot. Hanma put the car into park and swiveled his eyes to admire you. You both stared into each other's eyes till his eyes met your smiling lips. His face crept closer to yours and he gave a peck to your lips, then another, until eventually he just grabbed the back of your neck and brought you into a deep kiss. With his other hand he grabbed your thigh and squeezed. You giggled into the kiss at his neediness and he pulled away lips swollen, hair messy, eyes glossed over and looking at you so love sickeningly sweet. The sight of him staring at you made butterflies burst in your stomach and you looked away blushing. “Stop staring at me Hanma”. “Oh now you're shy? And what happened to ‘Shuu~’” he mocked you, laughing. You turned to him and gave him the dirtiest look you could muster up. He let out a quiet giggle and started up the car once again. “Well, Hanma, I'm gonna blast my music and I don't wanna hear any complaints from you”. At this threat he took one of his hands off the steering wheel and used his fingers to squeeze your cheeks and pucker your lips. “Enjoy your music doll”. He sighed out, taking his hand away. Now he's almost an hour into your playlist, still driving without a destination, head pounding due to the very very loud music and you next to him yelling the lyrics. He takes a deep breath and smiles. He glances at you and the realization dawns upon him that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you someday. He brings his attention back to the road and blushes at the thought of marrying you someday.

a/n: if hanma was real, i think me and him would get along. our personalities are similar in a lot of ways

Riding Hanma Shuji's Thigh

Content Warnings: Thigh riding hanma's thighs (im drooling out of not one, but two holes), hanma scares reader in the beginning, he's only wearing a towel, LOTS of teasing from him, and dirty talk

a/n: THIS IS MY FIRST EVER TIME WRITING SMUT, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND FEEDBACK IS WELCOME!

You whistled to yourself as you walked into Hanma’s apartment, arms packed with groceries. Unlocking the door, you stepped through the entrance, confused as to why Hanma wasn't there to greet you and help with the bags, when you heard the shower water stop running. You realized your boyfriend was getting ready to take you both out to your reservation for your get-together with his friends tonight. Excited to finally meet his close childhood friends, you squealed and quickly rushed to put away the rest of the groceries. What you didn't notice was scheming Hanma, who was still dripping wet, free from his shower standing with only a loosely tied towel wrapped around his lower hips watching you with your back turned to him going back and forth between unpackaging the groceries and putting them away. Hanma Shuji, your menace of a boyfriend who likes to punch people's teeth in for fun, decided it would be a good idea to scare you, with a towel wrapped dangerously low on his waist. He snuck up behind you as quietly as he could and shoved his hands under your (his) shirt. Hanma grabbed at your waist and started tickling any part of your exposed skin he could get his fingers on. It all happened in the split of a second. The sudden attack had you shrieking as you tried to escape when you felt him laugh behind you, trying to hold you steady. “HANMA SHUJI '' you yelled his name for scaring you so badly.

Now he's laughing behind you, throwing his head back whilst still having his arms tightly holding you in place, it was only then when you turned around, back pressed to his chest did you realize that he was wearing nothing but a towel.You pulled away from his grasp in shock. Sure, you had seen him naked before, he was your boyfriend after all,  but this was different. This was different because you had never really taken the time to stare at Hanma’s sculpted body, always being too shy and denying it when he teased you for staring. However, this time around, you couldn't help it, he looked so tempting in the lighting of the dimly lit kitchen. Your eyes studied his neck first where you watched his adam's apple bob in his throat, then to his broad, built shoulders where you could see small healed over scratch marks going up and down his upper arm, hinting at what you two had done a few nights prior. The thought had you inhaling a sharp breath and squeezing your thighs together, as if it would help the growing heat in your core. Your eyes met his long torso next and his sculpted abs had you grow needier by the second. Your sights were trailing lower and lower down his torso till you reached his-

“ahem”. You hadnt realized what you were doing till Hanma cleared his throat. You had shot your eyes up to meet his seductive gaze. Hanma had watched you gawk at him and it made pride swell in his chest, he was feeling powerful, but you were slowly driving him crazy with all this staring. When he noticed your breath hitch and your thighs squeeze together, the lower your eyes went, it drove him insane. That flipped a switch inside of him. He needed you, now.

When he called out to you, you had shot your head up in embarrassment, knowing clearly he would never let you live this down. You quickly turned your back to him once more, covering your face with your hands while timidly mumbling to him about ‘getting dressed’ and how its ‘inappropriate to walk around like that’. He only laughed this off, knowing you were trying your very hardest to find an excuse for staring.

Hanma calls out to you once more voice rasping, “Doll, if you wanna stare, then stare, but dont back down. You know how much I love a challenge” he steps closer to you, turns your body to face him, and grabs your chin with one hand, the other on your waist, continuing to speak with that specific playful lilt to his voice, inching closer to your lips, “you wanna know what i love more, doll? Putting you in your place”. He smashes his lips against yours fervently, teeth clashing, biting on your bottom lip. He slowly inches his knee between your legs and places both of his hands on your waist to grind you down on his bare leg. The pressure of his leg on your clit and the constant grinding between the layers of clothing you have on have you whimpering into the messy kiss. Back and forth he grinds your hips roughly against his leg. You pull away from the kiss for air to breathe when its sucked right out of you because he bites down on your neck. Hard. “f-fuck— too much, ‘s too much please- Sh-Shuji”, God, hearing you so needy and vulnerable really does something to him. “Yeah? Using your words now baby? He goes to plant wet hickies down your throat which only pushes you closer to the peak. Hanma can feel how painfully hard hes getting under the thin towel, he could cum untouched watching you writhe in pleasure, not that he would ever admit that to you. He brings one of his hands to shove it underneath your shirt to rub at your perked nipples. You roll your eyes to the back of your head, scratch at his shoulders and let out a silent scream as you're thrown over the peak. Hanma inspects your face closely while you're cumming, effectively drenching your underwear and his leg. He continues to rut your hips to let you ride out your orgasm, as your bucking them up yourself due to the euphoric feeling. Your vision is blurry and you're catching your breath when he throws you over his shoulder and walks into the bedroom, quickly undressing you. “My turn”. Hanma and you didnt make your dinner reservations that night, leaving the rest to wonder where you were.

Tokyo Revenger's Playlist's

a/n: my favorite past time is to feed my delusions with scenarios from the songs i have on my playlists fr 😍, thank you for the support btw <3!!

☒ written fanfic (check masterlist) ☽ ☐ not written yet (check back soon) ☼

Hanma's Carpool Karaoke | ☒

Rindou has a Crush on you | ☐

Watching Ran Die | ☒

Suicide with Mikey | ☐

Loving and Dying with Izana | ☐

Pranking Draken with Mikey | ☐

Rindou's far too in Love with you | ☐

Late Summer Nights on Shinichiro's Motorcycle | ☐

Chaotic Moments with Bonten | ☐

Night Dates with Ran | ☐

Making Kakucho Smile like an Idiot | ☐

Enemies to Lovers with Baji Keisuke | ☐ (WIP)

Escaping with Kazutora | ☐

Belonging to the Haitani's | ☒

Updated list of animes I write

Open requests! Feel free to ask me something

NARUTO

AOT

BNHA

TOKYO REVENGERS

JJK

BLACK CLOVER

HAYKIUU

CHANSAIW MAN

SK8

This list will be updated soon

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Series

Broken hearts

Summary: Ran Haitani did the worst shit of his life by cheating on his wife Y/n, but she forgave him and everything was fine now... right?

MIKEY

Prevent it - Takemichi tells Mikey his girlfriend is going to die, but he still has time to stop it.

Something different - Mikey from the future returns the last night he saw his beloved Y/n, but ends up encountering his past self.

'The acclaimed trio from Tokyo Revengers in one autocomplete'

DRABBLE

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HANMA

A chance - I just wanted to write something smooth with Hanma since I've been obsessed with him lately

Protecting you - Hanma wouldn't accept any bastard harassing his Y/n.

"Are you together?" "Yes!" "No we are not."

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RAN HAITANI

Do not speak - "Wow, being without you sucks"

"Can I dance with your wife?

"You better die after me"

"Which do you prefer?"

Just wants to hold your breasts

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RINDOU HAITANI

"Can I dance with your wife?"

"You better die after me"

"Which do you prefer?"

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SANZU HARUCHIYO

"Can I dance with your wife?"

"What you want?" "I want you!"

"You better die after me"

"Which do you prefer?"

You need to know - Some confessions of Sanzu.

kakucho left Y/n single, and Sanzu is happy.

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I feel like Hanma and Y/n's vibe is like...

Y/n: What are we doing for our anniversary?

Hanma: Who knows how to hit someone?

Y/n:...Yes I would like that

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚

S: Hanma wouldn't accept any bastard harassing his Y/n.

P: Shuji Hanma X Fem!Reader

WC: 864

W: Mentions of harassment, of beatings, well it's a fic about Hanma so...

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English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

"Holy shit, Hanma what did you do?"

Hanma's girlfriend (Wife in his head) says as she approaches him, where he is with some other bonten members.

"Look if it's not my beautiful wife." He says with a cheeky smile on his face as he blows smoke out of her mouth.

"I'm not your fucking wife!"

"Let's not get into this couple fight, let's go boys." Sanzu He says leaving the room and taking the guys with him.

"Now my love, what happened?"

Hanma asks looking at his girlfriend with an angry expression and her hair a little messy.

Man she is a goddess

"Did you hit my co-worker Hanma?"

"Yes, I spanked."

Y/n looked at him puzzled.

He's not even denying...

"What the fuck Hanma"

"Do you think I didn't realize how sad you were when you got back of the service?" Hanma says bringing her face closer to Y/n's.

"I was going to tell you..."

"When? When he did something worse? If that happened honey I'd kill him right away"

"Hanma thought you had to try not to get into more trouble."

"And I thought you and I were partners and told each other everything."

Hanma says brushing her lips against Y/n's feeling the taste of her gloss.

Y/n trusts Hanma, but she doesn't want him always beating up people because of her (even if they deserve it sometimes)

"Hanma I love you, but I don't want to be the reason people die." She talks crossing her arms and Hanma rolls her eyes.

"He's not dead is he?" Hanma asks and takes another drag on his cigarette.

"Shuji." Y/n whimpers and he smiles at the sight.

“Baby don't do that, just looking at you makes me excited.”

“You're unbelievable!” Y/n I did slapping Hanma's chest, but before she pulls her hand away, he grabs it and pulls her closer.

"I know you don't like this, but what you're asking me is basically to stop protecting you, and that I could never do." Hanma says it seriously for the first time.

"I love you for that, but you could warn them before you send them to the hospital." Y/n smiles and Hanma kisses her mouth.

"Alright, I'll try that next time."

"Promise?" Y/n says raising her little finger.

"Promise." Hanma intertwines his finger with hers and kisses her to seal the promise.

"And how did you know it was him?"

"I had my way."

The way

"He's the one I saw Hanma" Sanzu says pointing to the boy about his age leaving the restaurant.

"Alright, let's go." Hanma drops the cigarette butt on the floor and confidently walks over to the boy who widens his eyes when she sees Hanma and his henchmen heading towards him.

"You come with me motherfucker." Hanma says pulling the boy behind the restaurant and throwing him on the floor.

"Is this a robbery? you want my money or something, take it." He says throwing his wallet on the floor making Hanma and the guys laugh.

"I don't want your fucking money." Hanma says taking off her coat.

"This must be a mistake, I didn't do anything."

"Oh but you did!" Hanma takes out his cell phone and squats down to his height.

"You know her don't you?" Hanma asks showing her cell phone's lock screen, which contained a picture of Y/n smiling at the camera.

"I work with her but…I don't even talk to her or anything-".

"Are you fucking lying to me?"

"I'm not! I don't even know this bitch well." When he says that, Sanzu laughs uncontrollably

"You're fucked up!" He says still laughing.

"She is my wife." Hanma says close to his face and the boy's eyes widen.

"I didn't mean it I-"

"Now that you've found out her husband is about to kill you isn't she a bitch anymore? I think you're just a son of a bitch anyway."

"Let's kill him and get this over with." Sanzu says with a maniacal smile on his face, and the boy looks at him in despair.

"I didn't do anything, please let me go."

"Didn't fucking do anything? That's not what Sanzu told me."

"I didn't even touch her I just-"

"Oh yes you did, I saw you slap her ass more than three times." Sanzu says approaching.

"How did you see that?" The boy says terrified.

"I always keep an eye on her you bastard, you're not the first and I'm sure you won't be the last." Hanma says standing up smiling.

"Well you have a hot girl Hanma." Sanzu says laughing to Hanma who looks at him seriously.

"Want to be the next to die Sanzu?" Sanzu raises his hands in yield.

"This won't happen again I promise-" The boy says already with tears streaming down his face.

"It really won't." Hanma smiles.

So for the thirty minutes, all that could be heard was the noises of punches and kicks at the boy.

"That's enough Sanzu." Hanma says pushing Sanzu who hit the boy too.

"Let's kill him Hanma!"

"No…I promised Y/n I wouldn't do that anymore.

Any requests for Tokyo Rev?

Something different | Manjiro Sano

Sumarry: Mikey from the future returns the last night he saw his beloved Y/n, but ends up encountering his past self.

A/n: Before y'all say something like "Oh, there's no way your past and future selves can talk to each other" In my head, yes, and that made perfect sense to me lol.

I found this beautiful art on Pinterest

"Fuck!" Mikey says as soon as Y/n slams the door in his face.

"You know what, I don't give a shit." He says turning around going to his motorcycle.

"Wow, I've always been a good liar." A voice says, making Mikey startle when he sees a figure leaning against the tree.

"Who are you? Why were you spying on us you weirdo?" He says approaching.

"I am you." The figure says getting a little closer, and Mikey looks at it doubtfully.

The figure really looked like him, but damn, what a horrible and sad look is that?

"Haha no way." Mikey says laughing a little, but the figure remains serious.

"That's the last time we'll see her." Mikey's eyes widen upon hearing this.

"Are you fucking threatening her? I'm going to kill you!" Mikey says ready to start a fight.

"Don't worry, I love her as much as you, at least…I did."

"Fuck, that's not even possible, stop lying and say who you are!"

"I said I'm you, I just wanted to come back here, to see her one last time, again." Mikey says looking at Y/n's house with a smile.

"If that's really true what do you mean by loved? I'm not dead am I? You look a lot older than me."

"You don't." He says and looks at Y/n's house making Mikey's heart stop.

"But... She's so young and... she's trying so hard to go to college, what do you mean?" Mikey says feeling a lump in his throat.

"It turns out that we don't have control of everything." He says smiling a little, and Mikey feels his eyes sting.

Mikey didn't know what to think, if that was really true... his dear Y/n... dead?

"We messed up, right? That's why she's so mad, I remember" Future Mikey lets out a humorless laugh.

"If I could do it all over again, I would go back there right now and hug her with all my might, tell her I love her more than anything, and that I would give up everything for her, you should do this, will be the last time." Future Mikey keeps talking with teary eyes.

"No, i'm not you, I'm going to do it differently... I..." Mikey says and goes back to Y/n's door slamming it hard.

"Open the Y/n door, come on!"

Mikey had no idea if that was true, but he couldn't risk it, couldn't risk losing the light of his life.

"You're lucky my parents aren't-" Before she can finish, Mikey hugs her tightly, crying into her neck.

"Please forgive me, damn I love you so much, I can not lose you, I can't."

"Because now?" Y/n says running a hand through Mikey's hair.

"Because if it's later it might be too late." he says with his eyes closed.

And he hopes that this attitude has changed the tragic future, he hopes from the bottom of his heart that it will keep his Y/n safe.

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About me:

Danny | 20 | Brazilian | She/her | aspiring writer |

Good reading! Hope you like | Requests are open!

MASTERLIST

PROMPT LIST

NARUTO

Characters I write; Naruto, Sasuke, Gaara, Kiba, Neji, Genma, Kankuro and Shikamaru.

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BOKU NO HERO

Characters I write; Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima and Kaminari, Aizawa.

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ATTACK ON TITAN

Characters I write; Levi, Eren, Jean and Armin.

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TOKYO REVENGERS

Characters I write; Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Hanma, Chifuyu and Takemichi, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Sanzu.

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• JUJUTSU KAISEN ( Very soon! )

Characters I write; Gojo, Megumi, Itadori and Nanami.

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HAIKYUU!! ( Very soon! )

Characters I write; Just everyone lol

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