Hanma Is A Little Excessive.

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.

reblogs appreciated!

a/n: i was bored and i’d like to thank @kxmisato for giving me this idea. it really helped me out of my writers block 😁, so thank you ren. i also love hanma, so yeah pls enjoy this horny idea.

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, college au, nsfw, smut, mentions of high school but reader and hanma are both in college, brief choking, breeding kink, mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, praising, use of pet names (princess, baby, doll, babydoll), unprotected sex, hanma is reader’s brothers best friend, mentions of cigarettes.

dirty secrets ft. hanma shuji

Your older brother’s best friend.

It all started when you were about fourteen years old.

Your older brother was about two years older than you. He was a junior in high school while you were a freshman. Many people often knew who you were because of your brother and how popular he was on campus. He gained the attention of many girls and some of them even tried to befriend you so they could get closer to your older sibling. It bothered you, a lot. It was also awkward when people would straight up tell you how attractive he was or how they wanted him to hook up with them. At times, you never knew how to respond and simply walked away from them. You were very much disturbed by their words and wanted to disappear after those conversations.

However, things changed when you were introduced to your brother’s best friend.

Hanma Shuji.

When you first met him, you were astounded at how attractive he was. He was taller than you by several inches, tattoo’s covered his hands, and he had a variety of black and blonde colored hair. He was a classic bad boy. He ran around campus ditching his classes or spending his Friday nights drinking and getting high with his friends until the sun came up. He easily attracted you the second he walked through the door of your home.

Your small crush turned into a big one as the years passed. Hanma and your brother became so close that they attended the same college with one another. With that fact being at play, Hanma was always hanging around at your place. You often tried to avoid him, but sometimes he’d run into you and try to spark up conversations.

You could hardly look into those honey eyes of his. Talking to him sent you over the edge from how delicious his voice sounded in your ears. He was such a sweet talker. You weren’t that surprised when you heard that some of the girls in your class had slept with him. Secretly, you envied them. This was Hanma Shuji of all people. He was practically every girl’s heartthrob and they got the chance to see him with his clothes off? They were luckier than any other person on the planet.

Years passed, and you were now nineteen.

You attended the same university as your brother. Your mother and father both agreed it’d be a good idea, because if something were to happen to you, there was someone on campus that could help you. As much as your older brother despised it, he dealt with it since he wouldn’t hear the end of it from your parents if he disagreed.

This also meant you saw Hanma often.

Hanma had completely changed in college. He grew slightly taller, and his hair had begun to slightly curl at the ends. He had grown it out so it was no longer sticking up at the top of his head. He also had started smoking cigarettes. You discovered that fact after attending some sorority party, and seeing him with the cancer stick between his lips. He looked just as intimidating as he did when you first met him, but he also had a mysterious aura surrounding him now.

Despite being near each other, you both never talked. Hanma knew who you were and you knew who he was, but you never spoke a single word to one another. You didn’t know if it was because maybe he wasn’t interested or if possibly he didn’t care enough to speak to you. You didn’t really mind much, but it was so weird seeing him when you used to say hello to him all the time at your home.

However, you were much older now. You weren’t some fourteen year old freshman who became shy any time a boy looked in your direction. You knew those feelings would fizzle out eventually for Hanma. He’d hardly give you the time of day, so it didn’t really matter to you in the end.

You were sure of this, so damn sure.

Well, you weren’t so sure now, considering the situation you had found yourself in.

Right now, you were underneath that same man you had a crush on all those years ago. His thick cock kissing at your g-spot, making you squeal in pleasure from how fucking amazing it felt. It was so much better than you imagined. You didn’t think you’d ever gain the chance to feel such ecstasy. All of the girls in your class were right. Hanma Shuji was really a dream in bed.

Hanma intertwined his fingers with yours as he fucked you, keeping up with the hard pace he had originally started with. “F-Fuck.. yeah, just like that, baby. Keep calling my name..” he cooed, peering down at you with pure lust in his golden eyes.

Your body felt like it was on fire. You were well aware that your brother was downstairs, drinking with all of his friends. Part of you was so fucking scared that he’d come up there and find the two of you in the bedroom, but it was too good to for you to even think about stopping. Hanma was doing everything right. He made you feel like you were on the moon from how great his thrusts were. “H-Hanma! Oh, god.. it feels s-so good!” you blubbered, digging your fingernails into his shoulder blade.

He looked like a god up above you. His pretty features were lined with sweat. A sly smirk rested on his face while he watched your fucked out face crinkle with pleasure. If only you could see yourself from his point of view. He wished he had been recording, because you were such a fucking sight like that. “Yeah..? You feel good, princess?” the hand with sin on the back reached to wrap around your throat. “You’re so fuckin’ dirty.. letting your brother’s best friend fuck your little cunt while he’s downstairs..”

Your walls fluttered around his cock from his dirty talk. He was driving you to almost your limit from his actions.

You weren’t sure how the two of you even ended up like this. He was just escorting you to the bathroom and that was it. He even waited out there so nobody would try and creep on you, but you eventually ended up in the bedroom. You partially blamed it on the fact that you had a few sips of a drink before going up there, but you didn’t think he’d be bold enough to make a move on you.

All you knew was that you were in heaven, and you didn’t want this to end. Fuck, you had been craving this moment since you first met. You remembered the times where you’d go back to your dorm and fuck yourself with your fingers, imagining it was his dick filling you up. However, your fingers didn’t compare to the thickness of his cock.

Hanma groaned as he felt you tightening around him slowly. You were bound to be close now, and he was determined to give you the best High you’ve ever had. “Gonna cum, doll? I wanna feel that pretty pussy let go.. all for me.” he purred, using his free hand to play with your swollen clit. “Been wantin’ this pussy for years now..”

That fact only made you inch closer to your orgasm. He was intoxicating you so much to the point where your brain became foggy from the euphoria. “Hanma..! Oh, shit! I’m c-close!” you felt the knot inside of your belly tightening with each thrust. It was becoming unbearable. You could feel tears brimming at your lash line from how great it felt.

Hanma smirked, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He gave your throat a small squeeze then leaned down towards your ear to speak to you. You were so pretty whining underneath him like that. “I’ll make you feel really good, babydoll, I promise.” he said. “Scream my fucking name when you cum.. okay? Let the whole house know who’s making you feel good..”

Your head nodded vigorously at his request. Suddenly, his pace picked up, causing your eyes to roll back from the pleasure. You could hardly contain the moans that fell from your lips. He was driving you insane. Why didn’t you make a move sooner? If you knew he’d treat you this way, you would have taken your chances when you first arrived at college.

As your orgasm drew close, your voice grew louder and louder. It was almost like you were calling his name like it was a prayer. “Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, Hanma! Hanma!” you cried, feeling the coil inside of your belly snap.

Hanma grunted when your walls squeezed his cock. A white ring of cream covered the base, making him smirk. Calling out his name only gave him the confidence to fuck you so good you won’t want anybody else than him. He desired you for so fucking long. He wasn’t about to let some other guy try and take over. He wanted you, and he was going to make sure he’d make you his. He didn’t give a single fuck what your damn brother said.

He leaned towards your face, kissing you as he continued thrusting into you. He swallowed all of your moans as they slipped from your mouth. He truly adored you. “So good for me..” he said between kisses. “Gonna fill you up, yeah? Make this pussy mine.”

You made direct eye contact with him, shaking your head. “P-Please.. make me yours, Hanma.” you begged, brushing your fingers against his cheeks.

The sound of your pretty voice begging him to be filled only encouraged him to keep at it. He could feel his own orgasm creeping upon him. The pit in his stomach only grew larger. He could also feel his cock twitching inside of you, giving him the notice that he was close. He was gonna give you all he had. That’s what you deserved.

Grunting, Hanma’s hand went on one side of the pillow. He trailed the hand tattooed with ‘Punishment’ down your chest and towards your abdomen. Goosebumps appeared on your delicate skin from how his touch felt. You could feel the overstimulation taking over, turning your moans into whimpers and whines. It was like music to his ears. “Fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” he said, looking deep into your pretty eyes.

“Cum inside me.. Hanma!” you moaned, letting your mouth fall open.

After a few erratic thrusts, Hanma groaned deeply as he reached his high. Thick, white cum painted your insides, filling your womb. You couldn’t help but whimper from how warm it felt inside of your cunt. He practically emptied his balls inside of you.

Panting, he lied down beside you. He made sure to keep his cock nice and snug inside of you so none of his cum slipped out and made a mess. He didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of that kind of clean up. He then reached over, pulling your body against his. The two of you were both sweating and the room was hot. You didn’t think you’d ever have this chance, but you didn’t have a single regret about the whole thing.

“Do you.. think he heard us?” you asked, breaking the silence between the two of you.

Hanma glanced down at you, brushing his hands against your waist. He smirked. “Probably.. but I could care less.” he replied. “We had a good time.. I think that’s all that mattered to me.”

You smiled, leaning your head against his chest. Maybe fucking your older brothers best friend had its perks. Maybe.. this could be your dirty secret.

tagging: @chaileaf <3 love u

itachi hcs modern au | work place | you and itachi are besties nothing romantic | genre: fluff

a/n: just my word vomit <3

he is your personal coffee machine. with the stress lines he has you bet he drinks a lot of black coffee. however the vending machine and its crappy packed coffee isn’t where its at. you take your time to get 2 cappuccinos everyday and spend time intricately putting sugar in them. itachi is a keen observer and will prepare it for you during those times when ur extremely busy. suppose you have an urgent meeting, or just a commitment you couldn’t miss. can’t let his champ get all drowsy can he?

on occasions when you are tired and annoyed. he would order starbiez (starbucks) and share it with you. knowing your love for their frappes. however keep in mind he is only doing this cause ur his office bestie grrr! also; when people try to get into your possé he can be slightly unkind. “i suppose you can tend to this later,” he smiles softly. asking for your excessively social colleague to back off when you & him are out to take a breather.

you share your best kept secret — your spotify playlist with him which you listen to often while working. he also, does the same. eventually ya’ll find out how similar your tastes are <3 in music. this leads to him randomly pinging you on teams with a song link, or sharing a lo-fi, reverb version of the song.

will randomly call you when you don’t wanna be disturbed just so you can share your screen & it will show as DND to others. however, he sits beside you the whole time working. <3 bestie 101 he’s the best okay?

can be quite cute when he asks you that you should have a makeup touch-up. whenever you have important meetings, he will be there asking you to retouch your blush/hair. “look good. remember they are already baffled by your brilliance. your beauty is the cherry on top.”

can be ur smoking buddy however he is reluctant to. looks like a mafia boss when he’s smoking and always rolls his eyes with a friendly smirk when you ask him whether his side hustle is of a mafia boss & whether he is doing this one cause of boredom. responds with, “guess we’ll see when i abduct you,”

at work parties he insists on driving you home cus he doesn’t trust anybody for shit. once you asked him that after 2 years if him & you both are still single he can marry you and that got my baby flustered lajsgdjdks

also, loyalty to the core. the colleagues you hate? he hates duh! fun fact: intjs are extremely competitive individuals and also like to shove their wins to their competitors faces so u can expect that a LOT from him. at the same time; he won’t ever compete with you cus basic human decency you do not compete w your best friends 💅🏻

sometimes when the chef in him awakens, he brings you those dishes for lunch and they are immaculate <3

hiiii!💗 for the smut prompt, can you pls do #26 w Draken? Thank you sm 🥹🥹

I’m a bit shy to come off anon but I really love your writing🤍

a/n: hi lovely! thank you so much for this request <3. also, thank you for your words it means a lot to me!! 🤍 draken is one of my favs so i absolutely enjoyed writing this!! thank you again, and i hope you enjoy!

pairings: ken (draken) ryuguji x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, nsfw, smut, fingering, dirty talk, praising, daddy kink, use of pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl), some after care.

prompt #26: “i want you to ruin me.”

Your whines and moans echoed off of the walls of your bedroom. It was honestly like music to Draken’s ears as he twisted and curled his fingers inside of your pussy. His thick digits hit the right spots inside of you that drove you up the wall from the pleasure. 

You didn’t expect to be in such a position with your boyfriend. You had originally been cuddling on your bed, watching a random movie you had picked out on Netflix. His hands started moving lower and his kisses started to trail down your jaw. Before you knew it, his fingers were shoved inside your dripping cunt. He fingered you with such pace that you could hardly keep yourself composed from his pumps. It was amazing what Draken could do with just his hands. 

He had your leg draped over his waist, which gave him access to your cunt. The two of you were sloppily making out with one another as he pumped his fingers inside of you. He could reach places you didn’t even know existed. He found that delicious spot in your pussy that made you go mad, and each time his fingers pressed against the small button, your vision went white with stars. He loved to see you falling apart underneath his hands like that. He swallowed each and every moan that slipped from your mouth as he kissed you. You deserved all the best treatment. 

He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. His dark eyes were blown with lust. He loved to watch the way your face twisted with pleasure at every thrust of his fingers. “Fuck.. you like that, princess? You’re fucking soaked..” he asked, raising his eyebrows in a seductive manner. 

You shuddered from the pleasure. Your head then nodded vigorously from his question. You honestly found it difficult to speak. The only way you responded was through moans and broken whimpers that was a result of his actions towards your body. He was so good at it. He always left you speechless every fucking time. 

Draken then dragged your body closer to his. This allowed your leg to spread further so he had greater access to you. He started smirking to himself at your desperation. “Answer me, baby.” he used his free hand to make you look at him as he spoke to you. “Tell me what my name is, baby. I wanna hear you say it.. tell me what you want.”

Your mouth fell open. A gasp suddenly erupted from your throat when Draken’s pumps grew more aggressive this time. It almost forced everything out of you to not cum right there, even though you were close. “Ah! Daddy!” you cried, throwing your head back in pleasure. “I-I.. I want you to ruin me.”

His cock twitched inside of his boxers at the name you moaned with such ecstasy. A smirk wrote itself onto his features at the sound of it. He loved when you called him that, especially in bed. You were such a good girl for him. Draken started to curl his fingers to find your g-spot once again. He adored seeing the way your body would twitch and shudder whenever he found it. “That’s right, pretty girl..” he praised, pressing his thumb against your clit. “I’ll give you exactly what you want. I’ll ruin your little pussy.. I promise.”

Your vision was blurry and your mind started to become foggy from the euphoria. Your hips began to buck and sink on Draken’s fingers that were already deep inside of you. “Fuck! D-Draken! I’m close..” you placed your hands on his built arms that were surrounding you. 

Draken started rubbing your clit a bit harder this time, allowing more pleasure to reach your body. He could feel your walls beginning to tighten around his fingers. You honestly looked so fucking gorgeous underneath him like that. “Yeah..? Cum for me, princess, I wanna see you fall apart for daddy..” he cooed, staring into your eyes. 

His dirty talk sent you over the edge. The knot that had formed inside your belly had snapped and it sent waves of electricity crashing over your belly. A loud moan came from your mouth when your orgasm had fully reached and taken over your body. Your legs trembled and shook on the bed and you could hardly keep yourself quiet as Draken kept fingering your cunt. Your slick covered his fingers and made squelching noises every time he slipped them into you.

He smirked at the sight below him. Your cunt was quivering and it honestly looked a complete mess from his actions. “You did so good, baby..” he kissed your cheek, smiling at you. “My pretty princess..” 

You smiled softly as he embraced you, tightening his hold on your body. “I love you.. Ken..” you whispered, placing your head against his chest where you could hear his beating heart.

“I love you more, baby.” he replied.

| room-mate itachi hcs: | genre: fluff/smut |

a/n: it’s clear that i’m obsessed w this man and i love writing him even if its pure word vomits. writing him comforts me sm!! <3 blorbo for life!

let’s say ya’ll shifted together because he recently needed to escape from his toxic ex who he was living with :3

he would always respect your personal space, your room, he isn’t going in unless you are present in the house. your stuff? he isn’t touching it unless he specifically asks for permission. your pets? HE IS TOUCHING THEM OKAY? omfjsgsjs this is self indulgent but your cat = his cat. you can’t really deny his doe eyes when he asks, “can i play with her?” and the cat also softly nuzzles against itachi’s feet <3

laundry 👀 i headcanon he reserves the weekends for laundry and would gladly add your clothes in the pile. there was one time you added his white shirt with your pink hoodie in the wash. ever since then, he does NOT trust you :3 “please, next time. let me tend to this one y/n” he is pouty about it but won’t lash out on you.

it takes you two a few months to get comfortable with each other. before, if he was cooking something; he would ask you if you’d want a share. “y/n. i’m preparing some sushi. would you want it?” now… however; things are changed. he is comfortable enough to sit next to you in your bedroom, play around with the chopstick and give you the first bite. “you like it?” if you nod then he would give you the bowl/plate he’s holding and get himself another share from the kitchen. <3

you don’t need to get embarrassed because of your period. he saw you being territorial about the washing area once, ordering him to leave you alone cause you had stained bedsheets. he leaves you be. coming to you later with a cuppa of hot chocolate. “there we go,” he mumbles, adding a few roasted marshmallows in it and flicking your forehead. “don’t worry about it and don’t act so prude next time, y/n.” he smiles, winking at you.

things are pretty normal at first. he is fine with your friends/flings visiting you. you are fine with his friends visiting him. he has a lot of flings in the beginning but never tells you any details about him when you ask. saying, “unimportant recreational things should be better forgotten,”

would probably ask you out after he realizes he is getting extremely jealous of the male friends you have. suddenly a normal game of truth and dare over drinks/never have i ever over booze. only annoys him. you had a dare once to kiss the guy beside him, but itachi held you by the nape of your neck and shoved his tongue inside you, kissing you fervently in a drunken haze.

would probably ask you on a formal date the next day, apologising for any boundaries crossed. >:3 best boyfriend okay?

you have tasks divided, you bring the groceries, he cooks mostly. you clean the drawing room, he cleans the kitchen area. since he is an early bird, you ask him to wake you up on certain days. never wakes you up without a steaming cup of coffee along with croissants. <3 he is a man of class duh 🙄

whenever you have any arguments it is because sometimes he can be quite peculiar about things being done only in a certain way. he is the king of cold shoulder but eventually gives in.

once you two start dating he is happy to sleep in your room, happy to lull you into sleep after rearranging your guts :3; you tease him about it saying, “now i know why the girlies swarmed here like bees,” and he can be pretty smooth when needed, smiling tenderly. “well, now i gave the queen bee with me.”

has heard your pretty moans once or twice while you were masturbating and doesn’t want to address the dull throb on his semi, the gulps of patience and restraint it took him..