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I saw you write for Tokyo Revengers?~

May I request Baji/Hanma receiving a call from their girlfriend, slurring her words trying to explain that she thinks someone put something in one of her drinks and needs them to pick her up?

Bonus points if the apprehension the person who did it—

A/N: I LOVE THISSSS augghghg thank you for requesting Tokyo Revengers i love it sm

Hanma Shuji

Warnings: mentions of being drunk and of being drugged

Wordcounts: 157

Hanma~

at first, he's honestly kind of amused

nods along with you, with little hearts in his eyes because you sounds so adorable

and then he realizes your actually saying something important, and panic spikes in him, but he doesn't let it show.

"stay there baby, I'm coming to get ya"

pulls up SO fast, and has you in his arms in seconds.

he can tell instantaneously that there was something wrong for sure

the way you sway on your feet even with his arms around you is a little concerning. a frown forms on his face, but he doesn't let you see.

has you sit Infront of him on his bike so he can make sure you don't fall off.

brings you to his apartment, has you drink water, and then he soothes you to sleep in his bed

then, he goes on a little adventure to find the person who drugged you :)

he stops at NOTHING

The Delinquent Next Door - Part 2: Returning The Favor

Genre: Fluff?

Synopsis: Hoping to see your neighbor once again, you make your way home. What you don’t expect is to wind up getting chased by a gang!

Pairing: Hanma Shuji X Neighbor! Reader

Warnings/Mentions: Cursing, mentions of blood/injury, blood/injury, fear, suggestive mentions of SA.

A/N: heyyy luvs! Thank you so much for the support, it means a lot! Here’s a part 2 for the fic I had posted recently. I decided I’d continue with it, since I didn’t like how I just ended it off. I’ll be making more parts to this so stay tuned! (btw this one was a bit rushed, so I apologize in advance, but enjoy!)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3      Part 4

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It’s been a week since the strange encounter with your rude neighbor. Ever since that night, the thought of your neighbor never left your mind, and it bothered you. As much as you hated to admit it, he struck your curiosity. You had pondered many questions that had yet to be answered from that night, which was part of the reason why you were so eager to see him again. After all, the smudges of blood he had on his clothes that night didn’t go unnoticed by you. He didn’t even bother to tell you his name. Then again, he didn’t have to if he didn't intend to see you again. After all, seeing him that night was just by pure coincidence. If you had gotten home by 10, which was the usual time you’d be back from work, you probably wouldn’t have even realized he was home.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you hold your head in your hands, hunched over behind the counter of the diner where you worked.

“Hey, y/n!” Peeking from your hunched-over position, you see your friend walking over to you with her usual confident smile plastered on her face.

“Hey f/n.” I replied tiredly. She raises a brow at you. “You're messing with your posture, sit up straight!” She scolds. You can’t help but giggle at her mother-like nature. Straightening your back you smile. “My bad,” you giggled.

Your eyes wandered to her work bag that was slung over her shoulder. You tilt your head to the side, eyebrows knit together in confusion. "You're leaving early? I thought you had a shift tonight."

Her expression falters as she reaches for the back of her neck, avoiding your gaze. "Well...that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."

Oh?

"What do you mean?"

“Well, I know you hate to get home late and all since your apartment is pretty far, but I was hoping you could cover my shift for tonight?” She lowers her voice to a squeak at the end of her sentence, wincing as she waits for your response.

“No.” You deadpanned.

Pouting she whines, “Oh, come onnnn! It’s just for tonight!”

“I don’t care. You already know why I don’t work night-shifts in the first place, especially since I don't have a ride to take me home!” You scold, crossing your arms.

Anyone who lived in the Kabukicho District knew that it was dangerous for people to walk the streets at night. As soon as dark would loom over, thieves, gangsters, yakuza, and all other sorts of trouble would linger on the streets. The last thing you wanted was to end up in a dangerous situation where you were bound to get caught up in and regret later. To make things worse, you didn’t even know basic self-defense, so it was a given that it wouldn’t be worth the risk. Which is why you always stuck to your usual 10 AM-5 PM schedule.

“But y/n, there’s no one else to cover my shift tonight, and I really need to be somewhere later,” she pleads, clasping her hands together.

You raised a questioning brow, “What’s so important that you’d ask me to cover for you?”

“W-well--I happen to have classes later tonight..” She trails off, gnawing on her lip as she fidgets with the hem of her apron.

“Really?”

Rolling her eyes, she sighs dejectedly, “Okay! Okay! I just… I have a really important date tonight, and well... you’re the only person left to cover.” She shoots me a sad puppy look. “I promise I’ll owe you big time if you cover for me, he’s really nice and I don’t wanna stand him up!”

Now as much as you were completely against the idea of going home in the middle of the night, you began to consider the fact that your friend was basically begging you just to take over for one night. Not only that, but you knew that she was struggling with relationships and finding “the one” and now she has the chance to possibly go out with a guy that will treat her well.

You glanced at the desperate look she had once more and immediately turned your head to the side, trying to keep your stern facade up. However, your conscience certainly wasn't having it. Saying 'no' to her could mean that she could lose the chance to finally find true love. On the other hand, saying 'no' would mean you'd be saving yourself from a bunch of trouble that is bound to come along your way.

It is just for one night…

After mulling it over for what seems like centuries, you breathe out a defeated sigh, turning your attention back to your friend. You leaned towards her, putting up one finger. “One night. Just this once.”

She pipes up, immediately crushing you in a death-grip hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Y/n you won’t regret it I promise!” She squeals.

"Don't mention it, just make sure you tell me about how it went later, alright?" You groan.

Releasing me, she dashes out the door while waving off.

Four hours later...

It was safe to say that you, indeed, regretted everything you said. If there was a time machine available for you to go back and slap you four hours ago, you would use it. Here you were faced with a shadowy alleyway, which was the only shortcut that would get you back home without having to call a cab.

"Meow!"

Tensing up, you whip your head around until you're met with a pair of big green eyes and black fur. Sighing in relief, the tightness in your muscles slightly melts away as you knelt down beside the small creature.

"Hey there...you scared me." You coo softly, petting the bundle of fur. You take notice of the small, pink collar around its neck with a round golden tag with the name Midnight engraved in it.

"Where's your owner?"

"Meowww!"

"Would you like to come home with me?" Purring, it nuzzles against the palm of your hand. Your heart swells at the affectionate fur ball.  "Heh, I'll take that as a 'yes', then."

Gently, you scooped up the kitten and carefully placed her inside your work bag. Looking back into the dark abyss of the alleyway, you swallowed harshly as you slowly made your way through. At least you had company. As you're walking down the narrow space, you hear muffled chatter at the other end of the way. Getting closer, you could make out a group of burly, gruff-looking men in matching uniforms with a weird logo decorating the backs of each of their jackets.

If that alone didn't scream 'gang members' I don't know what else would.

You swiftly sought refuge behind a dumpster with piles of trash above it, as you peered out from the side to get a better look at them.

There were at least four of them. They all wore black gang uniforms with the symbol of a snake and dagger on the back of their clothes. Among the four, there was a taller man with pompadour-styled hair and tattoos littering his neck and hands.

"Hey boss, did you hear about the Grim Reaper of Kabukicho? He took out another gang!" A scrawny guy with a scar on his lip, pipes up.

Grim Reaper? What kind of comic book type of name is that?? But...the way he's talking about this guy, it sounds as if he's the devil himself.

"Pfft, you really believe in that shit?" Another chimed, shoving the scrawny man on the shoulder.

"It's true! My guy over in Shibuya told me so m'self!"

"Last time I checked you shouldn't believe n' a scammer, those types of people lie through their teeth for a living." Their boss grunts, lighting a cigarette as he leans against one of the motorbikes they had parked along the sidewalk.

"Meowww!"

Fudge me. Your hands shoot to your bag as you try to muffle Midnight's cries, but alas, it was already too late.

Your heart began to pound furiously. You pressed yourself up against the smelly dumpster, careful not to add so much weight against it as you silently prayed to whatever miracle worker above that the men on the other side wouldn't come over.

"T-the hell was that?"

Snickering, one of them slap's the other upside the head,"Ow!"

"What're ya pissing ya self for? It's just a cat numb nuts!"

Dragging the cigarette from his mouth, the leader of the gang hogs out a glob of spit before turning towards his men. "Let's go."

Releasing a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding, you looked down into your bag as midnight pops her head out, innocent orbs staring at your frightened ones. "You are so lucky you're cute." you muttered, scratching your fingertip against her head. She purrs in response. Sighing, you slowly stand up into a crouched position from your hiding spot, faltering a bit. An odd tingling feeling is present in your legs as it spreads to your knees. It was as if your legs had become noodles after sitting down for so long. It isn't long before your knees completely give out as you try to balance yourself on your feet. Falling backwards, your back clashes against the dumpster, causing it to shift forward. Like dominos, the pile of trash above it topples over one by one.

Safe to say that you were royally screwed at that point.

Soon you were face-to-face with the four men now towering above you, each one with a wicked smirk present on their face. Gulping thickly, you watch as the leader crouches down in front of you, reaching a hand out to grip your chin harshly. "Boys...I found the kitten." He sneers, while the rest laugh. You grip onto his arm, trying to pry his hand away, but the attempt was nothing but futile. He's strong and it's safe to say that the rest of his posse were just as overpowering as he was.

"She looks like a stray, boss!" one of them jeers from behind.

"Please just let me go a-and I promise I'll pretend I never saw you guys." You plead, trying your best to wriggle out of his painful hold.

"Oh, sweetheart...why so quick to leave? Come hang with us, we'll show you a good time~" he coos, using his thumb to caress your cheek. You felt sick to your stomach. Your body trembling, as you feared the worst by what he meant.

"Meowww! Meowwwww!" glancing over, the man turns to Midnight, who had long abandoned the refuge of your bag. She hisses. "Aww if it isn't her feline friend! Here kitty kitty!" One of the men from behind taunts, while the rest chuckles at the lame quip.

With all of their attention focused on Midnight, you make use of the opening you had. Balling your fist as tight as you could, you swing on the boss, knuckles connecting straight to his nose. Surprisingly, the attack worked, despite the fact you had zero skills in fighting, catching the well-built male off guard. He falls back on his heels, back hitting the concrete. The rest of the men behind him turn and stare in shock, too stunned to move as they try to process what was going in the split second they had been distracted.

Struggling to get up, you fumble past the men and bolt past their bikes as you dash down the street while clutching your bag. Your hand felt numb, as you squeezed it around the strap of your bag, your knuckles stinging against the cold air. Your legs were sore, but you did your best to ignore the pain and ache as you kept running.

Vrrooom. Vrrooom.

The sound of engines and exhausts rang in your ears. Looking back, you see the familiar group of men tailing behind you, along with their boss, as they sped up on their motorbikes.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

One thing leads to another, you crash against what feels like a brick wall, which halts your actions of escape. The impact forces you to fall flat on your back.

Groaning you still before slowly sitting up, reaching a hand behind your back to help support you. You look up and your eyes widen.

The said "brick wall" was none other than your neighbor towering above you. He had on worn-out jeans with a white Henley shirt and sandals. A cigarette was nestled between his middle and index finger. The back of his hand adorning a kanji you couldn't quite read, since your vision was a bit hazy after literally falling on your ass. He flicks his golden orbs down at you, scanning over your distraught figure. Leaning over, he takes a drag of his cigarette as he stares at you. "What the hell are you doing?"

Seriously??? Is the bloody knuckles and sweat not enough?

"What do you mean 'what the hell am I doing'? Can't you see I'm running for my life?!" You scowl. It's bad enough you were being chased by a bloodthirsty gang, the last thing you needed was to deal with your neighbor's unsavory attitude. He raises a questioning brow as he keeps a calm expression on his face, as if he isn't about to witness his past savior about to be ripped apart like a rag doll. "Hm? Really?  From what?"

His question is soon answered when the gang of men finally catches up with you. The leader with a bloody, crooked nose, parks his bike as he makes his way over to the two of you, while the rest of his men follow suit.

"Well you certainly know how to attract a crowd y/n." He chuckles as he saunters towards the men, placing himself in front of you and out of their sight.

"Hey pal, you know this bitch?" The leader spits, eyeing your shaking form that was slightly hidden from your neighbor's tall figure.

"Hmmm maybe I do? What's it to you," the lanky male remarks, staring down the leader with a sanguine look.

"Hand her over, she's gotta pay for my nose," he stated, eyes throwing daggers in your direction. "This is between me and the girl."

Furrowing his brows, he turns halfway to your direction, before glancing back at the leader. "She broke your nose?" he asks, bewilderment evident in his tone. "That's what the fuck I said, ain't it?"

A moment of silence fills the atmosphere, that is, until your neighbor stifles a laugh.

Is he...laughing?!

It seems the leader and the three men that accompanied him that was just about to tear you apart were thinking the same thing, since they were just as shocked and confused as you were.

Your neighbor's small laughter turns into a full blown cackle as he holds his stomach, his voice ringing out as he bellows in fits of laughter. "The fuck's so funny?!" the leader yells, getting agitated by the minute as he watches your neighbor continue to drown in his own laughter, despite the seriousness of the whole situation.

Wiping a tear from his eye, he composes himself, catching his breath before grinning at the man. "Isn't it obvious?" The leader furrows his brows, still confused as to what he had meant. "You got sucker-punched by a girl, that's what!" he exclaims, slightly turning to wink at you. "I didn't know you had it in' ya doll~" he teases cheekily. Heat rises to your cheeks as you quickly stand up and shove his shoulder. "W-what the hell? You shouldn't be teasing me at a time like this! Are you insane?!"

"A little. I thought that was obvious." He smirks.

"Your fuckin' dead!" Turning to face the now red-faced male, he uses one hand to push me back as he gets ready to block the charging male's fist. Stumbling backwards your eyes are wide as you witness the scene unfold. Your neighbor's right hand is wrapped around the gang leader's fist and he swings his left, aiming dead-center in his face, causing his broken nose to gush out more blood. The impact of his punch causes the leader to stumble backwards as he grips his face in agony. "F-FUCK!"

"Dammit, my cig," the pale-skinned male mutters, completely ignoring his opponent's cries of pain.  "Why you-"

"B-boss!" the scrawny man from before chimes, all of them bug-eyed as they stare at your calm neighbor. The leader halts his actions, turning to face his cowering men. Pointing a trembling finger he states, "Those kanji, I recognize em'!" At the mention of the tattooed kanji on your neighbor's hands, you gaze at them once more. On the back of his left hand, the kanji "sin" was tattooed, and on the back of his right hand, the kanji "punishment" was also tattooed as well.

"What the fuck are you on about dammit?!" The leader glares at the now cowering men behind him. "H-he's the one! The one I was telling you about from my friend in Shibuya!"

Everyone, including you, had their eyes on your neighbor. Wait, what?

"He's the Grim Reaper of Kabukicho! Hanma Shuji!" The scrawny man blurts out. "It's nice to be noticed," Hanma chuckles. "Now, you wanna keep going? I must warn you, I won't go easy just cuz' a girl's standin' behind me." Holding his right hand over his eye, he lets out a howl of laughter. "What are you standing around for?! Get him," the leader barks.

Despite the mention of your neighbor's infamy, the gang were still prepared to fight. Surprisingly, it didn’t last long. The moment they had stepped within range they were all beaten to a pulp after a few swings to the face. All that was left was their leader, who still kept hostile to Hanma. They exchanged a few blows, neither one backing down. The leader aims for a punch at Hanma's stomach, causing him to double over and get a clean kick to the face. He stilled for a moment, body laying slightly still as he tries to get back up. You gasped, fearing only the worse for your neighbor.

I can't just stand here and watch him get beat senseless! Think l/n, think! He could die!

Looking around, you search your surroundings for a weapon, hoping to help Hanma fight off the towering man above him.

"So, any last words, you little shit?" The burly man taunts, looming his foot over Hanma's head. Hand tilts his head upwards, a crazed smile on his face as blood trickles from his mouth. "Fuck you." He spits. Frowning, he brings his foot down, only to be stopped mid-way as he sways to the side, groaning and holding his now bleeding head as he slowly slumps against the wall.

Hanma looks to the side, only to see your small, shaken figure holding a metal pipe in your hands. Letting it clatter on the cement, you bend down, holding his face in your hands. "Are you alright? Where does it hurt?" He hums, "Oh no, I'm just fine, I'm totally not bleeding right now." He mocks, slowly getting up as he pries your hands from his beaten face. Your concern immediately washing away as you glare at him.

"Y'know, now I wish I had let him stomp you, maybe you'd have some manners squished into that brain of yours."

"Oh really? I doubt that." He scoffs. Sighing, you walk up to him and grab his hand, which he tries to pull away from your grasp. "The hell are you-"

"Shut up." You blatantly state, a serious look plastered on your face. Dragging him by the hand, you lead Hanma back to the alleyway, where you had found that Midnight still resided near the dumpster. With all three of you together, you make your way back to your apartment.

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To be continued...

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The Delinquent Next Door - Part 3: What Are You, A Doctor?

Genre: Fluff?

Synopsis: From knowing how to pick a lock to identifying a broken rib, it seems you are nothing but full of surprises. However, your neighbor continues to test your patience. Maybe he’s in need of a free vasectomy? Who knows.

Pairing: Hanma Shuji X Neighbor! Reader

Warnings/Mentions: Mentions of blood/injury, mentions of broken ribs, cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of surgery, mentions sharp objects, threats, self-doubt, self-blame, mentions of pain, suggestive themes, name-calling, mentions of killing

A/N: Alright, here’s another part! Thanks again for the feedback and support, you guys are seriously amazing ♡ I’ve been thinking about opening up for requests that any of you guys would like me to do. Tell me what you think! I’ll have my guidelines and rules posted soon, so stay tuned! Anyway, I hope you enjoy the new chapter! As always, stay hydrated and well ❤️

Part 1       Part 2       Part 3      Part 4

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“Ow! What the hell?” Hanma hissed as he slightly jerks his head away from your gentle grasp, glaring daggers at you after your failed attempt to apply the alcohol-soaked cotton ball to one of the many cuts that littered his bruised face. “I barely even touched you! Stop being such a baby and quit moving,” you huff, once again taking his head in your hand, leaning towards him with tonsils in hand, ready to continue disinfecting the cut on his cheek.

“I didn’t ask you to patch me up.” He frowns, pushing your hands away from his face as he quickly stands up from the couch that you had instructed to seat himself in after inviting (shoving) him inside your apartment to clean up the aftermath of the brawl he had just been in hours ago.

“Listen doll, it’s been fun and all, but I hate stayin’ in debt. Now that we're even, I have no business with ya anymore,” he curtley states as he makes his way to the entrance of your apartment.

You toss aside the surgical instrument you held on to the steel tray you had set beside you on the coffee table, which you had seated yourself on, while stalking over to Hanma.

You grab Hanma by the back of his shirt collar, turning him around. Gripping the front of his shirt, you force him down to meet you at your eye-level. 

“Shut up and let me help you!” you snapped. “You almost died tonight because of me! After all that, you think I’m just gonna leave you like nothing happened? Like hell!” 

“I-” you don’t give him a chance to protest, quick to cut him off. “You are not in any ‘debt’ to me. As far as I am concerned, it's the other way around. You saved my life,” you voice, your breath hitching slightly, your words getting caught in your throat as you feel the unsettling guilt fester and churn in your stomach. 

If he hadn’t stepped in, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place…

You shorten the distance between yours and Hanma’s face, giving him a better view of the anger that burned in your e/c orbs. 

“Now listen here. You are going to sit back down and stay so I can finish patching you up, then you can leave afterwards. Got it?” You shake him a bit, eyes staring him down, searching the dumbfounded male for a response.

Without another word, he replies with a simple nod of his head.

Slowly, you loosen your grip off of Hanma’s dirtied, white shirt before guiding him back into the living room. He situates himself back on the couch, grimacing as his breath hitches, meanwhile you reclaim you seat across from him on the coffee table.

Gently taking picking up the tonsils containing the soaked cotton ball, you gently grip Hanm’s chin, slightly turning his head. Gently, you glide the piece of cotton around the cut, careful not to cause too much pain before you start to dab on the wound itself. Once finished, you replace the tonsils with a cotton swab coated in ointment. You gently smear the product on the cut before sealing your work with a hello kitty bandaid.

You do the same for the rest of his minor wounds. While you worked you snuck glances at Hanma, watching the twinges of pain splayed on his lips and catching the small winces he produced as you disinfected and bandaged the rest of the cuts that littered his body.

“Alright, now are we done here?” he groans, a look of disgust present on his features as he scans over the cutsie bandaids peppered across his hands, arms and face. “Nope.” You chirp, getting up and going to the kitchen to fetch two plastic bags. Coming back, you toss the piles of blood-stained cotton balls, used cotton swabs and bandage wrappings in the bag, while placing the tonsils and dirty silver tray in the other bag.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back,” you say. “Yes ma’am,” Hanma mutters mockingly.

Rolling your eyes, you head into the kitchen, throwing away the bag of bloody trash while making a beeline towards the bathroom to go fetch some more supplies, noting that you would clean the equipment later.

Five minutes later Hanma watches you emerge from the narrow hallways with gauze, medical tape, and a dusty tin box. What joy.

Plopping down next to him, you place the items on the coffee table.

“Strip.” You ordered as you sifted through the items.

Hanma freezes at your command and immediately turns to you while shooting a questioning stare your way.

Opening the tin box, you fish out rubber gloves, sliding them onto your hands as you take out a pair of medical scissors and a small brown corked-bottle. Taking the scissors you turn to face Hanma, who greeted you with a weirded-out look engraved on his face.

Glancing to the side and back to him you stare back at him. “What?”

“You want me to do what?”

You knit your brows together, “I need to you to take off your shirt-”

“Uh uh, that’s not what you said doc, you told me to ‘strip’.” He states matter-of-factly.

“I-,” You sigh, as he gives you a smug once-over as he folds his arms, grimacing once more, as he waits for your explanation. Or in his case, an excuse. 

“What I meant was I needed you to take off your shirt.”

“Hmmm...that’s certainly one way to get to a man’s heart.”

“I didn’t mean it like that you pervert,” you uttered, refusing to meet his gaze. 

“You sure? Then, why else would you want me half naked?” he teases. 

You stiffen, slowly turning your head to face him with narrowed eyes. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because there’s a good chance you have a broken or fractured rib?” You quipped.

Hanma’s face immediately drops. “How did you know…?”

“I’ll tell you if you get that dirty shirt off and let me do what I need to do,” you offer, giving him your own smug once-over. Begrudgingly, he complies. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, he tugs it over. Or at least tries to. He could barely make it over his head, the large black and blue bruising on the right side of his torso making itself known, hinting that Hanma would certainly be having one hell of a time just trying to take off his own shirt. Watching him struggle, you chuckle, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the frustrated delinquent.

“What’s so fuckin’ funny?” he glowers. 

You couldn’t help but giggle once more. Who would’ve thought a feared gangster could be so hopeless? Shaking your head, you motion for Hanma to come closer. “Here let me help you.”

Scooting over more, you reach out and gently grasp the hem of his shirt, using the scissors in your other hand to cut upwards through his shirt.

 “Seems you're the only pervert here doc.” he smirks, staring at your focused gaze. You pause your actions, peeking up at him. 

“Have you forgotten that I have a sharp object near you?”

He shrugs. “So what? You plan on killing me if I piss you off enough?,” he cheekily taunts.

You smile, malicious intent oozing from behind the sweet facade you presented. “Of course not~” You cooed. “After all, I’m a doctor, not a murderer.”

“That so,” he replies. You hummed, honing in closer to his face. “However, I have always wanted to try performing a vasectomy on a patient,” you mention, watching as his smirk slowly diminish.

Clearing his throat he replies, “I-is that so?”

You hummed once more. “So, if you value your reproductive organs, I suggest you don’t test my patience any further.”

Returning to the task at hand, you manage to take off his shirt without much movement (or distraction), discarding it as well as the scissors on the coffee table next to the items organized on it.

“Now, I’m gonna press down on the bruised area, when I do, I want you to tell me if it hurts or not, ok?”

“Sure thing doc-SHIT!,” He howls, grimacing.

Safe to say, with a few more well-deserved pokes and prods, his rib was, indeed, broken. Grabbing the brown bottle, you take off the cork and begin to apply some of the oily product on his ribs, rubbing light circles into the bruise using your gloved-fingers.

Sniffing, he gags. “What the hell is that smell? Are you smearing shit on me or something?”

You stifle a laugh. “N-no, it's to help the bruising. But, regardless, you need to rest for a few days. It’s obvious you’ve got a broken rib or two.”

Once you were done, you take off your gloves, tossing them with the discarded shirt and grabbing the dressing and medical tape, you begin to bandage his waist. The whole time as you semi-mummified Hanma, you couldn’t help but take in his toned torso. Noticing how each time you made a lap around his waist with the gauze, you could see the slight flex in his - quite visible - abs. It took all your willpower you could gather not to lose your composure, motivated by the fact that you'd never hear the end of it from your egotistical savior.

Once you were done tightly wrapping his waist, you snipped off the dressing and tucked it neatly in the folds of bandaging. “All right, your set.”

“Finally,” Hanma mutters, quick to get up, only to be forced back down as a twinge of pain burns in his chest. Groaning, he holds his side.

“I told you you need to take it easy. What don’t you understand?” You scold as you packed up the medical supplies back into the tin box.  

Hanma throws a pout your way as you discard his shirt and the used gloves. You make your way back to the bathroom, placing the tin box back where it belonged as well as the gauze and medical tape and taking the opportunity to wash your hands to rid yourself of any lingering germs.

Padding back into the living room with a fresh shirt, you're greeted with an unbelievably cute sight. Hanma laying on his back on the couch as Midnight seated herself comfortably on his torso. You couldn’t help but squeak at the sight, drawing both of their attention towards you.

“She likes you, huh?”

He smirks, “Yeah, more than you~”

Rolling your eyes, you walk over to him, tossing the shirt on his face and using the chance to make off with Midnight. "Hey!" Giggling, you pad into the kitchen with Midnight cradled in your arms. "Who do you like more, me or the scary gangster?"

"Meow!"

"Good choice!"

After serving dinner (which was instant ramen and another can of tuna), Hanma speaks up, "How did you know I had a broken rib? Like, before you started poking me n' shit."

"Hmmm..." pondering the question, you take a sip from your cup of juice. "Well...I noticed that every time you moved your torso a bit too much, your breathing would hitch slightly and become erratic. Also, you were grimacing a lot every time you moved too much. One of the few signs of a possible broken rib is when it gets hard to breathe because a patient feels a burning or painful sensation in their chest.”

"Well I'll be damned..,"he mutters to himself, propping his elbow against the coffee table, while resting his head in his hand.

"So you're a doctor, huh?"

You couldn't help but snort at the label. "Not quite," you say, shaking your head. "I dropped out of med-school mid-way through getting my Phd. So technically, I'm not close to anything as an official doctor." You uttered, toying with the chopsticks of your empty bowl of ramen.

"Official or not, you are one hell of a doctor." You raise a brow. "Is my snotface of a neighbor paying me a compliment?" you mused.

"Hmmm, don't push your luck smart ass." He retorts, a small smirk forming on his face. You snickered. 

There's a comfortable silence that settles as the chatter between you two dies down. However, it is only brief, as you take the chance to ask some of your own questions.

"So..." Your voice knocks Hanma out from his slightly dazed expression, turning his attention to you and away from his empty cup of beer.

"So?" He questions.

"So your name is Hanma Shuji, right?"

"In the flesh." He simpers, winking at you. "It's nice to finally know your name after a week of just acknowledging each other's existence."

"Hm? I never told you my name?"

You grip your chopsticks. "Do you not remember slamming the door in my face without even bothering to use my name properly?"

"Not really, no."

Of course he doesn't. The lousy jerk.

You huffed. "Well, it's nice to know my infamous neighbor's name...," you grumbled, downing the rest of your juice.

"By the way..."

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For stepping in and beating up those gangsters. I mean...," you pause, searching your thoughts. "If it weren't for you, I'd be in a bodybag by now."

He sighs, "Don't mention it."

"No, I mean really-"

"It's not a big deal." He cuts in. "It was only fair since you helped me with the door and all," he mumbles, tossing his gaze over to a random part of the room. 

"Besides, I was bored anyway, so I needed something to entertain myself, and it just so happens that trouble seems to follow you wherever you go." 

That's it...

You threw your empty cup at his face. 

"What the-did you just throw that at me?!"

"I did, what're you gonna do about it?" You remarked.

Hanma attempts to get up, only to be greeted with the familiar harsh sensation in his chest, squeezing a groan from him.

Clapping your hands together you smile warmly at his pained expression. "Well, I'm gonna head to bed. I'll see you in the morning, Shuji."

Standing up, you grab the empty bowl of ramen and cups, placing them in the sink before heading to your room. Leaving your wounded neighbor to make the floor his new bed for the rest of the night.

The Delinquent Next Door - Part 4: It’s A Date!

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: With your world turning upside down, you begin to slowly connect the dots of who your neighbor really is. It seems that no matter where you are or what situation you’re in, it all relates back to Hanma Shuji. Things are moving a bit too fast for you...so, how will you manage?

Pairing: Hanma Shuji x Neighbor! Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence/violent behavior, slight trauma mentions/suggestions

A/N: *gasp* THANK YOU SO MUCH! 😭  Honestly, I was about to abandon the whole thing, but since I've been getting a lot of questions about it, I'll be posting the rest of it every week or so. This part was kinda short, so I apologize in advance. Enjoy!

Part 1      Part 2      Part 3     Part 4  

Two days have passed since your near death experience with Hanma. 

Guess you could basically check off almost being murdered off your bucket list.

What a wonderful world we live in. 

After the experience of the unsavory adventure, you began to contemplate the events of that night, while trying to piece together the…interesting background of your neighbor. 

His infamous reputation as the most feared gangster in Kabukicho was very odd, seeing as how a normal individual, such as yourself, wouldn’t have a clue about him, yet those small fry gangsters knew him like he was some historical figure out of a history book. 

I mean, since when do gangsters do homework on other gangsters? Maybe there’s some sort of class specifically for delinquents or something?

You shook your head. 

This is crazy.

To be honest, you had to give him some credit.  Despite the ridiculous and underlying comical nickname as a “Grim Reaper,'' you understood why people–delinquents–feared him so much.

That night when witnessing the fight between him and those thugs was something you certainly would never forget. Not because of the shock or the adrenaline pumping through your body due to the obvious danger that was present in the situation but because of the fact that Hanma, at the time, wasn’t the same person you met. Or, in your eyes, wasn’t just the average asshole next door neighbor that you had bumped into. 

That night, you saw a completely different side of him aside from his crude and playfully cocky behavior. 

He wasn’t the idiot you saw trying to bulldoze his door because he was lazy. No, he was a guy who would have beaten the crap out of anyone that looked at him wrong without hesitation and a really, really, really scary delinquent. 

Certainly someone you wouldn’t want to piss off. At least, not too much. 

Just gathering that much pretty much made it clear that Hanma wasn’t exactly normal.

As a matter of fact, it’s almost impossible to consider him ‘normal’ after witnessing how he basically took life as a joke with little to no care for his own safety and well-being. Which makes him ten times as weird as you thought he was.

What kind of neighbor knows how to beat the literal shit out of people? No–what kind of person takes pleasure in violence? 

None of which you or anyone else knew, that’s for sure.

Nonetheless it seems that everywhere you go, trouble follows behind you, and so does Hanma Shuji. 

I should move….and get out of the neighborhood while I’m still in one piece.

“Hey…”

But that wouldn’t really benefit me much. It was hard enough finding somewhere cheap to live.

“y/n!”

You snap out of your thoughts, turning your full attention towards your concerned best friend.

She frowns. “Are you alright? Are you still in shock from what happened?”

You blink owlishly, waiting for her words to process.

Oh right, she still feels guilty.

You glare at her, landing a gentle smack to her shoulder, “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m fine! Quit beating yourself up already”

She frowns,“How can I not blame myself after you almost got hurt? All because of a stupid date!” she pouts, eyes watery as she takes your hand into her own, squeezing gently.

 “You’ve been so distant lately, and you’ve been on edge ever since that night,” she mumbles, once again squeezing your hand apologetically, “how can I not worry about you…” 

Ok, sure, it kinda was her fault. 

No, wait, scratch that–it definitely was her fault. But, hey, it could have been worse. If it weren’t for your crazy neighbor, you would’ve ended up in a body bag, yet here you are now, alive and breathing, and still working minimum wage at a run-down diner for a living.

“You say that as if I’m dead already,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes as you turn back to the register you were posted at, “and besides, as far as I’m concerned I’m still sucking air for the most part, so you shouldn’t be so worried. I’m fine.”

Bzzz!

Great timing universe!

Quickly fishing out your phone from your jeans pocket, you quickly glance at the new notification on your screen.

Jerk-Face Reaper: Meet me on the roof at 11 P.M.

Gee, my day was great, thanks for asking!

You: Why? 

He doesn’t respond, only having read the message as indicated underneath your text.

You huff, slightly gripping your phone as you curse him through the tiny device.

You: I’m not gonna come if you don’t tell me why. I have to study for exams tonight, so I don’t have time for you rn. 

“Who’s that? Is he a friend?” f/n asked, now leaning over your shoulder while scanning over your recent messages.

“I’m still trying to figure that out.” you sigh, placing your phone down on the counter.

She raises a brow. “Hmmm, why is he asking you out?”

Warmth creeps at the back of your neck. “He never said anything about a date!” you blurt out, clearing your throat as you set your phone down as you try to busy yourself at the empty register.

“Besides, we don’t know each other like that.”

She shrugs, “Maybe he wants to get to know you.”

Trust me, it’s the other way around. And not in the romantic perspective either.

“And what’s with the weird contact name? Something face reaper? Sounds like something straight out of a comic book.”

What is this? An interrogation?

Intentional or not, those were some damn good questions, none of which you wanted to answer. 

Bzzz!

You snatch your phone from the countertop, looking over to see your best friend caught up in a conversation with the cook.

Jerk-Face Reaper: Just come. 

You: …

You: You can reach me at my apartment, I’ll be studying. Goodbye :)

Jerk-Face Reaper: …

Jerk-Face Reaper: …Please?

You grinned.

You: Aww, such a sweetheart! I’ll take it. See you at 11!

“Aw, so it is a date!” f/n coos from behind you.

So she’s just spawning out of thin air now?!

“I-its not! I swear!” you groaned, hiding your face in your arms.

I hate it here.

New Part!!

Heyyy guys! Sorry for the inactivity, school has been a lot. I have just finished and published a new part for The Delinquent Next Door on my wattpad account. So feel free to go ahead and read! There will be more parts to come, but, as promised, here's a few crumbs from the next chapter, enjoy! (feel free to follow my wattpad for more! <333)

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Conflicts and Thunderstorms

"W-who is it?" you called out loud. 

There was no response, only the loud crackle of lightning and the harsh wind blowing. 

You quickly dash to the kitchen, grabbing a frying pan as a weapon (in case it was some sort of creep), and darting back to the front of the door.

Swallowing your fear, you crept toward the door, raising the frying pan you had retrieved in one hand, while the other hand slowly unlocked the door and gently grasped the door handle. 

You breathed in a shaky breath: 1...2...3!

Swinging the door open, you grasp the pan with two hands ready to swing at the imagined creep knocking at your door, until you stop yourself at the sight of an all-too familiar person. 

There was Hanma, slumped against the rails of the apartment floor, soaking wet, covered in bruises and what seemed to be his blood. He struggles to lift his head, which slowly revealed his battered face that was littered with cuts and black-and-blue bruises. 

"What..." he gasped, "w-what took you so damn long to...open the...door..!" he choked out.

You were stunned, eyes wide as you could feel all of your fears and adrenaline fade as your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach at the sight. Your mind went blank along with the rest of your senses. For a split second you didn't seem to notice the cold wind harshly whipping against your body, or the feeling of rain swiping across your face. The one thing you were aware of was getting Hanma inside.

Update!

New part in The Delinquent Next Door: "Another One Bites The Dust" on Wattpad

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Preview:

"You're so selfish, and always looking for trouble, and I bet you think that at the end of the day there's no harm done and that you're the only one who has to deal with the problems that tags along with you but that's not true at all because the moment there's an issue, you rope others into it and expect them to deal with it too."

Slowly, you lift your head up, bitter eyes once again setting upon Hanma, only this time your met with his apathetic gaze. You stare into his yellow orbs, hoping to find some sort of sign that the words you spoke was registering in that jailed mind of his. Hoping that if you searched long enough, you could see a trace that he cared about what you said, how you felt, how much you were hurting because of how he was acting.

But, that was nothing but fickle thought. His face was nothing but a blank slate.

"I knew it," there was a crack in your voice as you spoke. You feel his grip tighten around your wrists, which was all the response you needed. You tried to yank yourself away, but his iron hold on you was firm. He stared at you for a moment longer until he finally spoke.

"You're right. I don't care," he simply states, his expression remaining unchanged, "but that doesn't mean I am not aware of how you feel."

Your eyes widened at last statement. He sat you down next to him, and relinquished his grip on you while your attention remained on him.

"I don't give a damn who I hurt in the end, and usually that would include you too, but...,"he pauses, tilting his head slightly in thought, "--but for some reason I feel differently about you."

And he left it at that.

The Night of Color and Wishes

Hey guys! It's been a while, but I hope you all are doing well! Go check out my new chapter of The Delinquent Next Door called "The Night of Color and Wishes"!

After the sudden bomb-drop of a confession, Hanma continues to lead y/n down the fluorescent town of Kabukicho to a...shrine??? What once was a night out in town soon became a night of reflection and secret wishes, will love ignite between the two?

Preview:

"It doesn't have to have meaning, it can be anything. Don't think about the impacts it will have or whether it will come true or not."

"Then what's the whole point in wishing at all?" I asked out loud in thought.

"There is none, and that's what makes it fun. It's the mystery behind it. Will it come true? Or is it all for naught?"

You glance at him, this time skeptically, with raised brows, in which he responds with a childish giggle.

"You'll never know unless you try!" he encouraged with his one-of-a-kind bright smile.

You sighed in defeat as you picked up your pen and flipped over the paper on its other side.

Hanma quickly shifts and turns to the opposite side so as to not face you.

You scoffed, "It's not that serious Shu'."

"Shu?" he asks.

Heat rises to your face like a boiling pot of water.

"I-I mean–"

"I like it." he cuts off, a hint of genuinity laced in his playful tone. "And it is that serious, now write it down before you forget the wish."

"Don't rush me!" you scowl, gently poking his back with your pen, which he playfully howls in response.

Closing your eyes, you clear your mind from any and all thoughts. You stay like that for a while until you finally open them and write down the first thing that pops to mind. Once your done, you quickly set your pen aside and hurriedly plaster your piece of paper on the same side of the shrine next Hanma's piece.

You let out a quivering breath, as if your life had just been put on the line. Maybe it has in a way. You wouldn't know unless the future revealed it at some point.

"You ready?" Hanma asks from behind.

You turn around and smile.

Once the both of you had sealed your wishes with thanks, both of you made it down the shrine hand in hand.

When the both of you made it to the bottom, you tugged Hanma's hand, prompting him to stop.

"Hm? What is it?" he asked.

To be continued...

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Story: The Delinquent Next Door

Playing House

You and Hanma had always loved playing house ever since you were young, and he played the role of a husband so well.

Warnings: afab!reader, minor violence, blood, slight himedere!reader

Imagine this, seven-year-old Hanma Shuji who towers over his peers due to his ridiculously imposing height, making it easier for him to intimidate kids his age, even if he didn’t intend to at first.

Seven-year-old Hanma Shuji would always stand in the middle of the playground alone, because everyone else basically avoided him like the plague, in fear that he might do something to hurt them just because he looked slightly different than everyone else.

Seven-year-old Hanma Shuji quickly learned to use this to his advantage, and he does so by bullying his classmates into doing things for him, like carrying his bag, or doing his assignments, etc.

He never brings his own lunch to school, and that was mostly caused by the absence of his mother and the lack of solicitude provided by his now single father, so he’d always steal his classmate’s lunches, and they’d always give it to him willingly without him having to put up too much of a fight.

He would also punch anyone’s teeth in if they dare to disobey him (though to be fair, he would do this for fun anyways).

Imagine seven-year-old Hanma Shuji, who after a while, got bored of getting whatever he wanted, so he starts to think that maybe he craved the company of other children his age after all.

He’d always watch the kids play with each other, and the one thing he notices often, is that children like to play house. Where one person, usually a boy, would pretend to be the husband, while a girl would pretend to be the wife, meanwhile the rest of the children would be their kids.

So he’s decided, if the other kids wouldn’t come over to befriend him, then he should bring the other kids to him, right? Yeah, that makes perfect sense.

There you were, sitting amongst your friends, eating lunch in peace when suddenly Hanma’s tall figure came looming over you as he starred at you blankly with a smile that has mischief written all over it.

“Can I help you?” you asked, failing to notice all the other girls around you practically shaking like a leaf upon his presence alone.

Without warning he picks you up over his shoulder like you were a bag of rice, ignoring your persistent complaints telling him to put you down.

Eventually he dropped you to the ground and knelt in front of you so he could level his face with yours before saying “We’re going to play house now” in the most nonchalant way possible. “I’ll be the husband, and you’ll be my wife~♡” he chirped happily with a Cheshire grin.

To his surprise, you didn’t start crying immediately, like all the other girls he’s approached thus far. Instead, you huffed and crosses your arms over your chest, acting like what he did had offended you greatly. “Husbands don’t treat their wives like a brute Shuji! If you want me to be your wife then you must treat me as such” you chastised.

“For starters… husbands usually give their wives rings” you say as you wiggle your tiny fingers in front of him, as if to emphasize your still ringless hand.

Hanma was too stunned to speak. Although after a while, he came back to his senses and when he does, the flabbergasted look on his face was quickly replaced by the wicked grin he was more known for. He really likes you, he decided at that very moment. ‘She’s interesting’ he thinks, before rushing off without saying a word.

Seven-year-old Hanma Shuji would walk over to a group of random girls and grab one of them by the wrist, before pulling her over to the neatly lined up potted plants in front of their classroom and force her to weave a ring out of the pretty pastel flowers, merely because you told him you wanted a ring.

When you requested a crown to go with the ring, he’d tell the same girl (or multiple girls) to go and make flower crowns especially for you. That, or he’d yank a headband from a random girl’s head before presenting it to you because that’s just what husbands do.

You’d always sit on one specific swing-set whilst you wait for him to retrieve whatever it is you'd asked for, and naturally the swing beside it belongs to him.

God forbid anyone dares to steal your swing from you.

He’d make sure right then and there just who that swing-set belongs to. He’d make someone carve your names on it with their fingernails if he had to.

Though of course, what is a perfect husband without his perfect wife?

He wasn’t the only one playing. You also played the role of the perfect wife so well for him.

Whenever he managed to successfully do your requests, you’d give him a bright smile before jumping at him to give him an embrace. He no longer has to steal lunches from other kids because now he has you to bring him lunch. That way you guys could eat together like a couple would!

And whenever someone snitched on him to the teachers, you’d always have his back and tell the teachers that it wasn’t his fault and that the other kid started it.

Hanma would do anything for you. All you have to do is say the words and whatever you want is yours. He’d remain playing the role of a husband for you, and when twenty-eight-year-old Hanma Shuji stood outside your door, face splattered with blood with some smearing on to his glasses, and a devilish smile adorning his face just like all those years ago with a diamond ring in hand (the one you'd specifically said you wanted but could never get, because apparently someone else had gotten it before you), you just can’t help but beam up at him and say “Yes”.

A.N: not me listening to High School Sweethearts by Melanie Martinez at the dead of night as I imagine Hanma treating me like the queen that I am. Kisaki you one lucky bastard, I also want Hanma to be my ride or die goddamit!

◇ FRANKENBABY ◇

frankenstein!Hanma may look like he’s tough and intimidating (and he is) but deep down he’s just a big baby who could barely take care of himself, especially after getting into a fight with werewolf!Draken. And who would be better to take care of him if not his favorite witch?

Warnings: supernatural AU, gore (decapitation, eyes falling out, mostly because Hanma is a Frankenstein), suggestive themes towards the end, use of curse words

For a normal person, opening your door to see a beheaded person is surely something out of the ordinary, but for you… this was something familiar.

“Hey babe” you heard him greet, and your eyes cascade down to his detached head that he held in his tattooed hands. You said nothing in return and instead raised a brow quizzically, expecting him to explain to you what happened before letting him in.

Truth be told you knew exactly what happened, you just wanted to know how and why it happened. “Who did you get into a fight with this time?” you finally asked when he did not explain. “It was that stupid mutt Draken!” he clicked his tongue upon the mention of his nemesis’ name, then he walks past you when you stepped aside to let him in.

“But Draken usually wanders in the south side… what were you doing on that side of the forest?” you asked curiously as you looked through your cabinets for supplies, and he made himself comfortable on your living room couch.

“Harvesting blood” he replied simply. The empty spot on the couch beside him dipped as you took your seat, with a needle and thread in hand, and you helped situate his head on his neck before you start to stitch from the right side of his neck.

He’s been doing that a lot lately, visiting the village on the south to harvest blood from the humans as per Kisaki’s request. The “young” vampire had just celebrated his 114th birthday a few months back, and from what you’ve heard, vampires at that age tend to get hungry all the time.

It made a lot of sense that he would constantly pester Hanma to go out and fill up his blood supplies but what you couldn’t understand was: “Why couldn’t Kisaki just go out and go hunting on his own?”

“Doesn’t blood taste better if it’s… you know… fresh?” Hanma just shrugs. “He doesn’t like leaving that dusty old mansion of his” you rolled your eyes at his curt remark but retracted your attention back to stitching Hanma’s head back onto his body. Considering how big and strong of a werewolf Draken is, Hanma was lucky he only got his head ripped off. If Hanma wasn’t as strong himself, Draken would’ve gnawed him like a ragdoll… which he is… technically.

“Stay still Shu!” you scolded. Even without looking at him directly, you knew he was looking at you with a smirk. Without warning, he lunged forward so that he could give your forehead a quick peck, and you would’ve been flustered had you not been so annoyed.

“Shuji! You’re lucky I was halfway done! Your head would’ve fallen right off!” he ignored your insistent naggings, instead broke out into a fit of laughter. He just so loves to see you getting all riled up because of him (in more ways than one). You look cute especially when you’re angry, he always says and to be honest you’d be lying if you said you don’t find it endearing in the slightest.

You go back to stitching up the rest of his decapitated head, and Hanma notices the slight tint of red forming on your adorable cheeks even in the dim yellow hue of the light provided by your fairy light.

You heard him chuckle, so your eyes shot up to study his face, only to notice that his eyes were already staring at you.

Gold and purple eyes bore into you as if knowing exactly what you’re thinking, so you bring your gaze back down to his neck, trying your best to not seem like you were shying away from looking at his dual-colored eyes.

His eyes didn’t use to be two different colors. Both of his eyes used to be a brilliant shade of shimmering gold, though one time during a fight, one of his eyes had fallen right out of its socket, which usually he would just pop right back in, however in the heat of the moment, his fallen eye had gotten lost. So, in the end, you had to rob an eye from your eyeball collection to give him a new one.

Unfortunately, at the time, you didn’t have any golden eye, so you offered him one that had a beautiful shade of hazel to sort of match the gold, but he had said “Fuck it! If I’m gonna have mismatching eyes, might as well go all out!” so he settled for a purple one in the end.

“There! All done!” you chirped. “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” you told him before you head over to the kitchen where your cauldron was already brewing. Originally you wanted to use the cauldron for making glow shroom stew, but you supposed you’ll just have to eat the leftover blood velvet cookies you’ve baked this morning because you’re going to need your cauldron for something else.

As you began to gather all of your ingredients for a quick-healing potion, you hear a distinguishable jingle come from the living room where you last left Hanma about two minutes ago.

You peep your head through the kitchen entrance and gasp in pure horror when you saw Hanma shaking your fairy light violently like a madman with a manic grin plastered across his face. “Shuji don’t bully my fairy!” he stopped shaking the jar immediately to look at you.

“Put her down! Now!” you pointed at him like a mother reprimanding her child before disappearing back into the kitchen.

Hanma let out a huff but he obliged, mainly because he doesn’t want to have to sleep on a tree branch if you end up kicking him out. The dryads around these parts were never too fond of him either, so if he got kicked out, he’ll end up spending the night getting tossed around from tree to tree until he’ll eventually settle for sleeping on the grass.

So begrudgingly he set the jar back down on the fireplace and childishly blew raspberries at the poor terrified little fairy inside the jar. He knew you wouldn’t be back anytime soon so his eyes wander around the room to look for some other form of entertainment to keep himself busy for the time being.

His eyes then landed on the self-moving broom, sweeping away at the floor without a care in the world, and that’s when an idea popped into his head.

He was standing by the fireplace, and right next to his feet, just a little to the left was the opening of the fireplace where all the charred wood was stacked. His foot reaches over to the top stack and knocks over the burnt piece of wood, causing the ash to spill onto the carpeted floor.

“Oops! My bad” Hanma exclaimed at the broom with faux innocence. The broom quickly turned and floats closer to clean up the mess, and as it did so, Hanma uses his hand to knock over an object from the top of the fireplace to create an even bigger mess. “Oopsie! I did it aga—” this time he did not get to finish his sentence because the broom quickly shot up to smack him in the face with its bristles.

“Ow! Why you little—” in one swift motion, Hanma pounces at the broom and grabbed it by the handle with both hands then began to shake it back and forth as if he was strangling it like a person. The broom then flings itself backward to set itself free from Hanma’s grasps but he was persistent and began chasing the damned broomstick around like a dog chasing a cat.

Your head peeked through the entrance again to see what all the commotion was about, but when you see your flying broom flailing itself from corner to corner whilst Hanma chases it down like a chicken, you could only let out a sigh before returning to the task at hand.

The potion you were making was almost done, you just needed to let it brew for a couple of minutes before adding in the last of the ingredients. You began to stir your potion and watch as it turns green, then from the corners of your eye, you see your black cat jumping onto the counter beside the cauldron.

His glowing yellow eyes squint at you, almost like he’s judging you and asking you why you put up with the man-child currently playing tag with a magic broom in your living room, and to that, you say “Don’t give me that look Baji… I don’t even know why I put up with him”. your voice feigned annoyance yet the gentle curve of your smile was enough to tell the entire world otherwise.

That god damned Frankenstein’s monster is a real pain in the ass but he was your pain in the ass, and you’d know that every time he comes knocking on your door, you’d welcome him with open arms despite all the absurdities he brings to your doorstep.

All of a sudden you feel a pair of arms slithers around your waist before a head plops itself on your shoulder, almost causing you to stumble from being pulled back against the person’s chest. “Shuji wha—” you thought he was trying to irritate you again, but when he said nothing and remained still, you paused. He’s completely drained, you thought. He must’ve tired himself out from all the blood harvesting and the… broom chasing.

“’m tired… ‘s go sleep” he slurred. “But the potion—” “Screw the potion. Not like I feel much pain anyway so I don’t need it” he ignored your high-pitched yelps and swiftly picks you up in his arms to take you away from the kitchen. You knew at this point there was no compromising, so with a flick of the wrist from over his shoulder, you cast a spell that would turn off the fire so that your cottage wouldn’t be set ablaze in your slumber.

Hanma practically threw you onto your bed, then he plops his entire body weight on top of you, letting his face nuzzle into the crook of your neck as he makes himself comfortable. Not half a minute later, his breath becomes steady and relaxed, making you wonder if he really is that tired to the point where he just shuts down in an instant.

You see no way of getting out from under him anytime soon, so you decided that maybe you should get some rest yourself. After all, it has been a tiring day.

Oh, how foolish of you to believe that Hanma was asleep. The second you let your body relax, you feel the body above you shake uncontrollably with laughter.

“What’s so funn—” you cut yourself off with a squeak when you feel his hand slip under your shirt to pinch you on the side. His mouth trails delectable wet kisses from the base of your neck, all the way up to your jawline. He lifts himself to hover over you, and that’s when you catch the playful glint in his heterochromatic eyes.

“I lied… I wasn’t tired… I just didn’t want to take that horrid potion you keep giving me,” he kisses you, swiping his tongue across your lower lip and biting it before he pulls away. “And I don’t want to sleep either, but now that we’re here…” he purred, running his cold tatted hand higher along my side.

Today has been a long day indeed, but it turns out the day was not quite over yet. In fact, the long day was about to turn into a long night for you.

fuck fuck fuck this is so hot

oops ! wrong number <3 | hanma shuji & ryuguji ken

summary: i’ll think of one tomorrow it’s 2:45 i need to sleep -> hanma fucks u n sends a video to ur step brother, who ur also fucking

warnings: mean!hanma, fem!reader, step bro!draken, stepcest, noncon filming, degradation/humiliation, choking, brief impact play, dumbification, somno (hanma fucks u til u pass out n then keeps goin), pet names (baby, princess) unedited and written at 2 am

not doing a full tag list but @sakusins @t-roki @sano-obsessed @scandescent @bokuroskitten @wakasasucker @akihaya @manjiroscum @kisakiapologist

draken frowned as he looked down at his phone, taking in the unknown number and half tempted to ignore, figuring it to be some sort of troll. he sighed as he looked back up, eyes darting around as he tried to figure out where the fuck you were and why you were so late. you had told him to be there at two to pick you up from the mall with your friends, and you knew how much he hated waiting around and he had half a mind to go in there looking for you because it was nearly thirty minutes past two and he wanted to get back home.

his lips twisted down further as he looked back at the notification, brows furrowing as a second attachment came in after the first, finally deciding to open up the thread with the new number, taking in the sight of the two videos.

he hesitated for a split second before clicking on the first, leaning back on his bike and getting comfortable as he eyed the screen suspiciously. for a second, nothing happened—the screen remained black and the there was no noise, and just as draken was about to turn the video off, he finally heard rustling and a voice.

“hey, hey, hey,” the voice was male, familiar, something akin to dread started to pool in his gut. “stop fuckin squirmin.”

a soft whine, an even more familiar voice, met draken’s ears in response. he sat back up straight, now on high alert, lips pressed together and grip tight on his phone as he stared down at the still black screen.

no. there was no way.

“-ji, what’re you doin?” but your voice was unmistakable, the soft lit that always had draken’s blood running hot, the eerily familiar whimper that edged at the end of your sentence.

“ken, c’mon stop teasin.”

“relax, baby,” the male voice cooed—so familiar that it made draken sick to his stomach but he couldn’t quite place from where, “want you to smile pretty for me, ‘kay?”

“huh?” he heard you ask before the dark screen finally shifted, he frowned at the sudden light and as the camera focused in on your face, on your swollen, puffy lips, on the drool staining your cheeks, on your smeared make up and glassy eyes.

and then on the tattooed hand wrapped around your throat, holding you up in view of the camera. sin, stared draken right in the eye and immediately draken’s blood ran hot, his ears were ringing as he stared down at the video, fingers twitching to turn it off but he couldn’t fucking bring himself to.

what the fuck?

“shuji, what’re you doin?” your voice was half slurred, your expression dazed, and draken knew better than anyone that you were already half fucked out on his cock, having rendered you to that state himself countless times before.

you were-

“say hi to your big brother, baby,” hanma shuji’s voice was mocking and draken could only watch as his face dipped into view of the camera when you didn’t register his words, biting down hard on your shoulder—right over a mark that draken had left on you several nights ago.

-fucking hanma shuji?

draken felt bile rise to his throat as familiar, high pitch moan hit his ears, as your body jolted forward toward the camera as hanma rocked his hips into you, as your jaw went slack and your teary eyes rolled back.

“i said say hi,” hanma repeated, voice lower, less mocking and more of a threat, and another whimper ripped from your throat.

“h-h-h-hiii, ken-nii,” you stuttered and slurred over your words, another gasp pulling from your lips as hanma rolled his hips against yours.

“ken-nii,” hanma mocked, “you’re a dirty little bitch, arent ya? fuckin’ your own step brother?”

draken felt his throat close up at his words, fury racing through him as he tried to figure out how exactly hanma had managed to figure that out before irritation took over the fury. of course he figured it out, eyes tracing the marks draken had left on your body—marks that he never would have left if he had known you were fucking whoring yourself out to any available cock.

tears spilled over your cheeks, “n-n-no! ‘m no-“

hanma’s grip on your throat tightened, cutting you off, a broken cry escaped your lips at the same time as a resounding slap met draken’s ear, hanma bringing his free hand down on your ass hard, “you lyin’ to me now, baby?” he cooed and you shook your head immediately as best as you could with the hand around your neck, “‘s what i thought, be a good girl f’me ‘n i’ll consider not sending him this, yeah?”

your eyes shot open immediately, even in your fucked out state, alarm bells went off. draken’s lip curled up into a snarl as he watched you claw at hanma’s wrist, only trying to stop with the threat of draken finding out.

“no! you cant tell him, shuji! he’ll be so mad at me, put the camera away, i don’t-“

“shhh,” hanma chuckled and draken’s vision went red as he watched hanma nudge his nose against the side of your head, biting down on your ear lobe and tugging it gently, watched as your voice faltered and another soft whine slipped from your lips in response, “relax, baby, you’re gunna cum for me one more time, alright? n then i won’t send it, deal?”

“again?” you sobbed, “shuji ‘s been so many times ‘m so sensitive, i don’ think i can-“

hanma clicked his tongue, “gonna give me another, i’ll fuck you all fuckin’ day if i gotta.”

hanma didn’t wait for a response and draken nearly clicked off the video as hanma propped his phone up on what seemed to be a table next to the couch two of you were on—giving draken full sight of your bare body on all fours in front of hanma shuji, who was practically fully dressed behind you.

turn it off, he told himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it as hanma’s other hand—punishment—gripped your hip hard. he pulled you up by the neck as he snapped his hips into you, laughing when a shaky cry of his name left your lips.

“so between you n me,” hanma grinned wildly as he pulled you up more so that your back was flush against his chest, and draken couldn’t look away from your slack expression—the lidded eyes you could barely hold open, the drool sliding down your swollen, parted lips to your chin, dripping down your neck. “who fucks ya better? me or your brother?

draken hated how his ears perked up at the question, how his eyes immediately narrowed on the screen. a gurgle of protest escapes your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks faster.

“c’mon, baby, just say it. we both know it’s not him, you wouldn’t’ve come to me if he was fuckin you right,” hanma mocked, “bet he treats you like a glass doll, doesn’t know his precious lil princess just wants to be bent over n fucked like a whore, yeah?”

and draken hated that he was right. and he hated that you nodded.

“‘s you, shuji, s’good, s’good, so so so so good,” a barely coherent string of babbles left your lips and hanma let out another loud laugh, eyes dancing with mirth as he looked up to the camera, letting go of your neck to let your body fall against the couch as he grabbed your hips with both hands.

and draken could only watch as he picked up the pace of his hips, dragging your body back to meet his with every thrust, your weak moans meeting his ears and his eyes trained on your slack jaw and knocked back eyes.

“hear that, ken,” hanma mocked and blood roared in draken’s ears as the rage hit him again now that hanma was directly addressing him through the camera, “cant even properly satisfy your pretty lil step sister, how’s it feel that she has to run to me to get fucked right? bet you’ve never seen her like this, have you?”

draken’s stomach churned as sin slid up your body to grab your hair, yanking your upper body back off the couch to bring your face back in view of the camera.

“have you?” hanma goaded and draken hated how hanma already knew the answer if the cocky grin on his face had anything to say about it—he had never seen you like that before. hanma let go of your hair again, letting you drop back limp to the cushions, grabbing your hip to resume the brutal pace, “aw, you tappin out on me, baby?” hanma cooed and draken watched as you didn’t respond, not with a moan or movement, “too bad.”

hanma didn’t make any move to stop though, if anything, taking the opportunity to fuck you harder, faster, and draken’s mouth was dry as he watched hanma fuck your unconscious form.

“gonna fill her up,” hanma panted and draken had half a mind to turn the audio down so he didn’t have to hear his irritating fucking voice, “gonna stuff her full of my cum n then send her right back to you, n you’re not even gonna know til a few days later when i send this to ya.”

hanma let out another breathless laugh, one that dissolved into an obscene moan as his hips stuttered against your ass before stilling against you.

the video cut off and draken’s body moved on automatic as he clicked on the second one, mind numbing anger sweeping through him as the video loaded, showing your unconscious form laying face down on the couch. he watched as the camera drifted down your body to your ruined cunt, he watched as hanma shuji spread your pussy lips, giving draken full view of hanma’s thick cum leaking out of your cunt.

he couldn’t tear his eyes away as hanma scooped up the leaking cum with two fingers and stuffed it right back into your hole before the video cut off yet again.

his grip on his phone was so tight that it was a miracle he hadn’t broken it yet, and he looked up for a second, vision red as he caught sight of you making your way toward him and his bike, smiling widely and waving.

his phone binged again. draken looked down.

18:32 oops wrong number <3

Now I'm Obssesed

I need more of this and some brothers to anoy and be annoyed with 😭

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞; 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: it doesn't matter if you're not their biological younger sibling -when you decided to move in with the haitani brothers you sealed the deal with the devil and now you're the owner of one over-protective beauty queen who always needs to be in your buisness and a messy sports nerd who plays his awful mixtapes all day long. You still love them, even if you would like a break from their weird habit to gatekeep you from time to time. - the group chat shenanigans aka surviving them online

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Rindou being a middle child, cursing, threats of violence, Rindou-centric, dialoug heavy, they hate on Hanma with a passion

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: I wanted to make a smau for this series because I needed this and it gave me comfort. I wanna be a haitani so bad

Hey, could you write a Kisaki tetta x chubby reader story where the reader gets bullied a lot by her classmates and she tries to hide it frpm him and pretends everything is fine? If you don't want to write for Kisaki, Hanma is okay too.

And btw I really love your blog! Keep going♡

DOUBLE STANDARDS

༊·˚ HANMA SHUJI X CHUBBY READER

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ content warnings bullying, ooc hanma, suggestive themes, brief description of injuries, hints of body insecurities, characters are both 18+.

hanma confronts you about a bruise.

hanma is no stranger to the odd looks given to him by the elders and children alike and currently students. whispering as they've seen him leaning on his bike, a cigarette on his mouth while waiting for his chubby girlfriend to finish her school works.

he wasn't really supposed to take you home or maybe to some place to hangout knowing how studious you are. kisaki have no plans today and there's no gang fight for him to join and it wouldn't hurt to see you in your school uniform. flicking his cigarette he hears the ringing of bell. signalling the end of classes for that days and it was minutes before students rushing to get home flooding the school gates.

who the hell is this guy? he can almost hear the thoughts of the students after seeing him in his bike parked outside school gates. he's used to the stares and them being cautious to a guy like him. he was not dressed for this kind of institution and definitely not a student. with his tattoos in big bold letters in the back of his hand and the color of his hair and the way it was styled added by his simple henley white shirt and the earring dangling in his ear. shuji hanma is not good news.

he was about to put his cigarette in his mouth when he spotted the plush figure of his girlfriend walking among the crown. he didn't tell you that he's picking you up today. discarding the half-finished cigarette, it wasn't a habit of shuji to throw a cigarette that he still can smoke but he did promise you he won't be smoking when he's near you or you just tolerate him when he really needed a smoke.

“sweets.” he calls you and you almost stumbled from being startled. “shuji.” you greeted him and he didn't missed the way your adorable face lights upon seeing him and he's the same. his mood turning into something of a joy upon seeing you and he was right. it was worth the wait. his sight raking to the expanse of your body. wearing your school uniform showing your thighs covered with thigh high socks that is tight to your thick thighs. he can see the flesh bulging and the way your uniform hugs you. he's about to take a peek above your socks when he notices it.

a bruise in the back of your wrist. the sleeve of your uniform wasn't covering it and you immediately rolled your sleeve down when you notice him staring at it.

“how long?” he questions you and you flinch when he uses that voice on you. a sour expression in his face and you didn't see hanma being this disturbed in the duration of your relationship. “it's nothing. i just knocked some books and it bruised.” you answered him but you didn't dare to meet his gaze.

“don't lie to me, sweets. how long and i want names?” he further pressed the topic and you got irritated at it. stomping you adjust your bag. “you know, i'm going home and i'm walking.” you didn't give him the time to respond before you're running more like walking faster. hanma chuckles at your behavior. finding your stomping cute and you look like penguin waddling and that's a nice way to avoid a question.

he gets back to his bike and started the engine before revving it up to follow you. “come on, sweets.” he calls you. slowing his bike to catch up to you. “i just want the names.” you turned around to meet him. “i'm not doing it. i know you, shuji.” hanma laughs at you as you continued to walk then you leave him no choice when you're this stubborn to him.

he places the stand of his motorcycle before going after you. he easily hoists you up until your legs are dangling. you squirmed against him. it was embarrassing to be carried like this and you applauded your boyfriend's strength mentally. carrying you like you weigh nothing. he ignores your pleas and struggles to him until he forces you to sit in the back of his bike. he didn't even gave you the chance to complain when he already fastened the straps of your helmet and your bag is dangling in the handle of his bike. She doesn't gave you any room to speak for yourself before starting the engine of his bike and taking you somewhere you didn't know.

a child's playground is where he took you. it was deserted at this time of the day and you were kind of glad for it but at the same time bummed that you're alone with your boyfriend and he's about to grill you about where your bruise came from.

“i told you, it was an accident.” shuji hums. not convinced at your reason. “i beat people and they hit me, i know an accident when I see one, bunny.” his golden eyes gleaming as he looks at you. smirking when he sees you defeated. “fine.” you gave up at him and there you go spilling the details of what happened to you. “i'm used to it, shuji.” your voice solemn and you look like you were in the verge of crying and hanma isn't used to this side of you.

“being used to it does not mean you tolerate shit, bunny. i taught you to stand for yourself, bunny.”

“i don't want to get in trouble and my parents would be mad.”

hanma laughs that he's almost clutching at his stomach. “hah! laugh to your heart's content, idiot.” you pouted at him. “you know, you're a badass trapped being a goody two shoes. mommy and daddy's perfect child.” he mocks you and you bit the inside of your cheek. this was normal to you since you dated hanma. a gangster and good for nothing your parents would call him but he doesn't care and it doesn't hinder him from dating you.

“not sorry, sweets. come let's get the ice cream you really loved and i'll take you home.” he said before stealing a kiss from you. “you just wanted to get my parents pissed.” you commented and hanma chuckles. “damn right, i do.” he says and you're hugging him from behind. your face pressed in his back and then he gets you the ice cream in the convenience store.

after dropping you, hanma cracks his knuckles. he got some business to tend too.

it was like a scene from a movie. a weird one. how one your bullies came apologizing to you with a busted lip and black eye and the girls are repeatedly apologizing to you and promised you that they won't bother you again and you know who's in the middle of this.

“shuji. i told you it's none of your business.” are the first words that came running in your mouth when you spotted him waiting for you outside the school gates. “doesn't matter. already taken care of and maybe i should do it often. i like seeing you mad.” you sigh at him. you did really fall for this man and it's deep.

he pulls you closer. his lanky arms wrapped around your plush waist. squeezing your round stomach. “you know what, i need something from you.”

“what is it?”

“need you to see you in your uniform in private.”

you punched his chest and you look at him. grinning that you want to wipe that grin off from his face.

“i know you want it too, bunny. besides i have been dying to get my head crushed by your thighs.”

SUMMARY → some people are in your life for a short amount, the hardest part of that is that most of the time you don’t really get closure. you just move on, but once in a while, things work out no matter how bittersweet it is.

PAIRING → hanma shuji x fem!reader

GENRE → drabble, hurt/comfort, closure of a broken relationship

MASTERLIST→ if you want to read other works of mine

A/N → first hanma drabble of the bunch starting with the worst so i set my expectations low 😌 ALSO, yes, i did re-watch the movie and it inspired me to make this!

UNEDITED!

SOME PEOPLE ARE IN our lives just to teach us something. To be there for a fleeting moment, just a season before they disappear again and get replaced by someone new. It happens all the time but every now and then a small thing will remind you of them. Depending on how the departure went it will leave you with a warmth or dread.

“This song reminds me of her.” the man said, taking a sip of the coffee you had just placed down. You didn’t have to strain your ear to know where the song came from, “It’s from a movie.” he adds on.

Nodding you take the previous cup he drank, “Five centimetres per second.” you say, naming where the song comes from. “She would always watch it and cry thinking it would happen to us.” he tells you. Humming you whip the table down, “Did it?” you ask, playing along.

“Yeah… but not by me.” he tells you. Nodding at his word you want to know where this conversation would go and as it’s not too busy you have to time to indulge in it, “Want to tell me about them?”

“She’s married now, has kids.”

“You don’t?”

Shaking his head he looks into his cup the heat condenses on his glasses, “Never really dated anyone after.” he says, so softly you wouldn’t have heard him if you weren’t focused on his words. Shifting his gaze back to you, “Do you... do you think if I called her then she would have come with me?”

Taking a deep breath, you think deeply on how to word your answer, “I had a friend when I was younger was absolutely in love with him. And without a doubt, if he had asked me to come with him, I would have.”

“But that’s as a teen, right?”

“Yeah, when you are married and have kids it’s no longer just about one person anymore.”

Humming, he leans back. Giving you his full and utmost attention, “What would you want?” he asks instead. Feeling a little flustered by his eyes roaming your frame in such care, you turn around to take the cups from a different table, “You should call her, Shuji. I bet she would love to hear from you.”

Wiping the table, “If I were too—“ turning back around you cut him off before he could finish his question, “You wouldn’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because it’s selfish, you know I would. And you are anything but that.”

Placing your hand on his, “I know it’s you who keeps leaving the present.” you tell him. A soft smile comes to his face, which your eyes can’t help but follow, “How did you know?”

“You’re the only one who would remember me re-watching that.” you tell him. Pressing a small kiss to his cheek, smiling softly at the man that held your heart for so long, “Bye, Hanma-Kun.” you whisper, before leaving to the front again.

“Bye.”

And just like all those times before he watches it from afar.

MASTERLIST | TAG-LIST → @astromaki @lovinnoya @suga-tofu @tanakasimpcorner @tanakasprayer @aofleur @bakugoubiddies @yul2020 @lonelyweeb77 @kloudyisdepressed @animeboisbitchthings ( i wasn’t able to tag the crossed users, i’m so sorry )

I really like your Tokyo revengers He’s Taken scenario. What if it happened in reverse where someone told the boys that they would be a better fit for reader <3

TOKYO REVENGERS - UM, SHE'S TAKEN?

includes: manjiro "mikey" sano, hanma shuji, baji keisuke and kazutora hanemiya all include xfem!reader!

a/n: this is so late but i felt i should actually do a request for once :) and i always love me some jealous boys!

MIKEY:

The audacity of this man.

That was all Mikey could think.

Did he not know who he was? Did he not know who you were dating? The Invisible Mikey, Toman's Leader and the most handsome boy you knew?

Clearly not.

Frowning, Mikey watches with barely concealed disdain as your classmate (the one you’ve been complaining to him about for weeks now) follows you outside of the school. He couldn’t always pick you up from school with Toman business and the like, but today he’d made sure he’d be able to after you’d texted him the day before that your annoying classmate had proceeded to take his infatuation with you a step further and follow you out of school. It had taken you great convincing to get him not to ‘walk you home’ as he so eloquently put it – stalking more like it – and though you’d tried to play it off, Mikey knew how scared you were.

The second your eyes fall on Mikey making his way over to you, he sees the instant relief that floods through them. Despite everything, Mikey can't help but feel slightly smug at that, hands shoved nonchalantly in his pockets as he crosses the distance over to you.

"Y/N-channn!" He calls out, arms stretched out towards you and with a single brief glance at the boy next to you, you all but race towards him, allowing yourself to fall into his arms. Mikey hates the way he feels you shake slightly beneath his fingertips, and he throws a not-so-subtle glare the classmates way, who – as he figured – is glaring right back at him.

"Y/N," the classmate calls, and Mikey's eyes narrow at his familiarity when regarding you. "Who's this?"

You lean back from his hug, and Mikey can see you look rather annoyed at the question – clearly, you've told him this before.

"Mikey," Mikey cuts in dryly, "her boyfriend."

And he must really not know who Mikey is because he has the gall to laugh.

"Boyfriend?" Haru laughs, mockingly and loudly, head thrown back as you cast a quick glance up at Mikey in uncertainy, trying to gauge he's reaction. Truthfully, Mikey looks unphased. "I thought you were joking about that, Y/N."

And then Haru steps forward, moving towards you; "I mean, you and me make a much better–"

It happens in a flash. Suddenly, you're no longer in Mikey's arms and rather set gently behind him, Mikey’s body blocking your view as Haru's hand that was outstretched towards you is now tightly grasped in Mikey's fist. A quick glance at Haru's face, and you can tell that Mikey's grip is tight, his face twisting with pain.

"Did I forget to mention?" Mikey smiles, "I'm also the leader of Toman."

Haru's eyes widen and he looks scared–well, shitless.

Mikey's grip tightens, finding the way all colour leaves Haru's face rather amusing and the way the panic wells with pain as Mikey bends his arm to the point of just being about to break.

"Now, what was that about you and Y/N-chan being a better match?"

"I was wrong!" Haru cries, voice pitching pathetically, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

"Don't apologize to me," Mikey shrugs, "apologize to Y/N-chan for making her so uncomfortable for the past few weeks."

Slowly, Mikey takes a step back, allowing you to fall in the view of Haru again, who, near crying, falls to his knees. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"

Cheeks red slightly in embarrassment, you turn to Mikey.

He lets go with ease, Haru falling to the ground with one last cry, before Mikey makes his way to you, pulling you back into his arms with a wide grin.

"Let's go eat!" Mikey calls out with a cheer, snuggling into you. "I want you to feed me!"

HANMA:

"I mean, you're no good for her."

There's a beat. One long, single beat of silence before Hanma can't hold himself back anymore and he burst into laughter.

You, whose stood next to him, looks at him in disbelief, eyes widening as Hanma all but cackles in response to Asahi's words. Asahi, to be fair, looks just a stunned, and with a frown, you step towards your boyfriend, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.

"Shuji!" You hiss, grip tightening on him.

He falls quiet at that, letting his eyes drift across you briefly, taking in the worried look in your eyes and the laughter stops at that. Hanma lets his eyes fall back on this boy, Asahi apparently, and the frown deepens – you were scared of this guy? He looked like wind might blow him over.

Besides, didn't you trust him to protect you?

A single glance back at you, and you're still throwing worried glances at Asahi, shuffled close to his side.

Guess he had something else to prove then.

"That's funny," Hanma finally speaks up, letting his eyes fall on Asahi with disinterest. "Hilarious actually." But all the humour has left his body, and Hanma simply stares back at the boy with a straight face.

Asahi falters, just slightly.

"I-I mean, you're a deliquent!" He calls out, gesturning in front of him at Hanma, before his eyes fall on you. "I mean, surely you can see that being with him will be nothing but a bad influence. If you were–"

Hanma steps in front of you, blocking you effectively from him.

"You don't get to talk to her," Hanma states rather bluntly.

Asahi turns to him, lips parting.

"You're not worthy enough to talk to her, pipsqueak. So let's keep this between you and me, huh?"

The air changes, thickens, and although you can't see it, you can practically sense as Asahi grows nervous, registering the glint in Hanma's gaze as he stares him down.

"I mean, surely, if you knew I was a... what did you say? Delinquent." Hanma snorts, "you think you'd have the brains to realize I'm not someone to mess with. And I don't take kindly to idiots like you trying to tell me who my girl should or shouldn't be with."

Hanma takes a step forward then, towering over the boy whose skin has grown pale, eyes flooding with fear as he stares up at Hanma.

"I especially don't take kindly to you scaring my girl either."

"I-I–"

Grabbing Asahi by the collar of his jacket, Asahi falls silent as Hanma pulls him up until he's standing on the tip of his toes, kicking his feet beneath him.

"But it seems I screwed up too, huh? My girl shouldn't have to be afraid because she should know I'd never let anyone touch her, let alone look at her if they made her uncomfortable."

There's a pause and Hanma's gaze grows wild as his fist slowly raises beside him, Asahi's cries of panic and pleads of mercy simply a background noise.

"So it looks like I gotta show her why."

BAJI:

"You're loud."

Well, Baji guessed he couldn't necessarily argue with that.

"You're rash."

That, too... maybe.

"You're not very smart."

Uh, ouch.

"You act without thinking. It could get Y/N hurt."

Okay, well that was just rude.

You were always Baji's top priority.

Well, that and fighting. But, still.

"I think I'd be a much better fit for her."

Baji should've figured this is where the conversation was going. Letting his eyes drift across the boy stood in front of him, he takes in the sight of his Toman uniform. He doesn't readily recognize the boy, so he's certainly not in his division.

Ballsy, he'd admit.

But stupid nonetheless.

He's probably in Mitsuya's division, Baji laughs to himself.

Well, not for much longer.

"I'll take your silence as a sign you agree with me–"

"I wouldn't jump to conclusions," Baji chuckles, grinning down widely at the boy. "What makes you think you're so great for Y/N? I know she's happy with me."

Lips parting, the boy pauses; "what?"

"You listed off all the reasons why you think I'm not a good fit for her, right?" He quirks a brow, and the boy nods. "So, tell me why you think you're a good match for her. You win, I'll break up with Y/N. And if you lose... well, needless to say." With a wide grin, Baji cracks his knuckles, baring his fists down at the boy.

The boys eyes widen, and he fumbles for a second, before he steels himself, inhaling deeply.

"Well, I'm smart, for one–"

"Wrong," Baji cuts in, "Y/N doesn't like smart guys. Why else would she have gone for me?"

Faltering, the boy shakes his head; "w-well, I'm a good cook–"

"Y/N prefers cooking herself," Baji shakes his head. "It's her passion."

Cheeks redenning, the boy rushes to add; "I-I'm! I'm strong!"

Baji just laughs; "not as strong as me. You're not even a vice captain of Toman!"

Thoroughly embarrassed, the boy hesitates, face bright red.

"Looks like you lose," Baji sings, stepping towards the boy. "I mean, if you really knew Y/N, you'd know the most important thing."

"W-What?"

"That none of that matters because she loves me!"

"You can't just–"

He never finishes what he's about to say before a fist makes contact with his cheek, knocking him off his feet and sending him straight to the ground.

Baji glances down at him with a blink.

"Strong my ass."

He makes a move toward him, before;

"Keisuke!"

Eyes lighting up, Baji spins, grinning at the sight of you. "Y/N!"

You fall in front of him, eyes flickering from the boy groaning on the ground back to him, "did you get in another fight again?"

Baji shrugs; "the guy deserved it. Not much of a fight either.”

And your eyes fall back on the boy on the ground and there's a flicker of hope where he thinks you might help but, but then after a moment you follow Baji's lead, shrugging, letting him take your hand in his before leading him off.

Guess Baji was right – you really did love him.

KAZUTORA:

"I mean, didn't you go to juvie?"

Frowning, Kazutora glares at the man, Daiki as he'd introduced himself as, in front of him. He was apparently a co-worker of yours, though Kazutora's never heard you talk about him before.

Stuck at this party your work was holding for you as a celebration for the promotion you'd received and your excellent work at the company, Kazutora had gotten a whole half hour of your time before you'd been whisked off by two woman, you offering an apologetic smile over your shoulder in response.

At the time, Kazutora hadn't minded – this night was for you after all and he wanted you to enjoy it.

Now, though? He desperately wanted to leave.

"How do you even know that?" Kazutora asks, his patience thin.

"I did some research when Y/N mentioned your name," Daiki shrugs. "Of course, when she mentioned you she hadn't mentioned that."

It's obviously meant as a jab. But Kazutora knew you weren't embarrassed of him – at least, he'd been pretty sure of that.

"Well, it's not really any of your business is it?" Kazutora cuts in, barely able to contain the snide in his tone. He barely liked socializing with people anyway, especially strangers, but he'd gone for you and because he wanted to be apart of your celebration. It was the least he could do after all you'd done for him.

But now he wishes he’d stayed home if he had to continue dealing with this guy.

"Still," Daiki insists, "aren't you embarrassed? I mean, such an upstanding woman... it's a wonder why she ever chose you."

"I chose him because I love him for him," you cut in and Kazutora’s eyes widen, glancing over his shoulder to see you making your way over to him. You look absolutely stunning, dressed in a floor length Y/F/C dress and when you notice his eyes on you, you smile at him, before it falters as you turn back to glance at your coworker. "But I hardly think that's any of your business anyways."

You fall next to Kazutora, wrapping your arm around his waist as you fall into his side, and the second you do, you squeeze Kazutora's side, and he realizes you're trying to reassure him.

"Y/N–!"

"Honestly, Daiki," you breathe out, voice coming out purposely exasperated as you roll your eyes. "I've had this conversation with you multiple times. I am happily in a relationship and your obsession with my personal affairs is strange and inappropriate. Given my promotion, I could easily have you fired."

Kazutora watches as the man's eyes widen, cheeks bleeding red as he shakes his head; "my-my apologies. Please, you don't have to go that far. I'll... I'll make sure I stop."

You raise a brow, holding the man with bated breath for a moment, before you nod. "Just don't let it happen again."

Daiki scurries off without another word, desperate to get away and Kazutora watches as you let out a sigh, shoulders falling as you shift, coming to stand in front of him, hands falling on his hips.

"I'm sorry about him. He's been... annoyingly persistant about asking me out for the past bit. I thought he'd have stopped when I reported him last week but when I saw him talking to you just now, I realized he hadn't."

Kazutora glances down at you, meeting your gaze.

You understand what he's trying to say before he even does; "nuh-uh," you shake your head, tugging him closer to you. "Don't let a word that idiot says get to you. He's just a pervert anyways. He spends half of his time looking down my shirt and I would never want to be with someone like him over you."

Biting his lips, Kazutora smiles softly; "I love you."

"I love you too," you grin, before slipping your hand into his. "Now, come on, I want to introduce you to my friends."

⋆ ˚｡⋆ OFFERING HIM YOUR FIRST TIME! ⋆｡˚ ⋆

FT. TOKYO REV MEN.

CHARACTER$: manjiro sano, sanzu haruchiyo, hanma shuji & chifuyu matsuno.

C/W: virginity loss, soft! shuji, mentions of blood, creampie, fingering, unprotected sex, reader cries, size kink, that‘$ it!

N0TE. title just for giggles & shit. these are just short hc‘s, nothing much. :(

P.S.A: wrote the note above when i didn’t even start working on this, & i am here to tell you, i lied. they are not short at all, especially shuji’s part. :C

SANZU HARUCHIYO.

you & sanzu were sitting next to each other, engaging in a conversation about his job, something must‘ve gotten into you to utter these words, it was too suddenly as well.

“haru, would you like to be my first?”

sanzu sat there, dumbfounded, those words you just uttered made his heart skip a beat.

"you‘ve never had your first time before?" you shook your head, & looked down embarrassed. "it‘s because i wanted it to be with the perfect person, i did get many opportunities before but i just—" haru caught you off with a chuckle.

"‘s okay, no need to be embarrassed," sanzu raised your chin & made you look him in the eye, "would love to be your first, y/n" sanzu then pulled you into a kiss, your tongues intertwined which turned the kiss into a hot make-out session.

sanzu‘s hands made their way in-between your thighs, his fingers rubbed against your clothed cunt, he moved your panties to the side & pushed his long finger in, pumping his fingers slowly, your slick covering his fingers with every thrust.

sanzu pulled out from the kiss, a string of salvia connecting the both of you.

sanzu took out his fingers that were coated with your glistening slick, “haru...” you whispered his name, sanzu pinned you down the bed & slide down your panties.

his bulge rubbing against your exposed pussy, before sanzu tugged down his pants revealing his hard cock that was dripping with pre-cum, “’m gonna be gentle baby, i promise,” you nodded your head & buried your face on the crook of sanzu’s neck.

sanzu pushed the tip of his dick inside your hole, letting out a groan at your tightness, “fuck,” he chanted before he pushed his whole length, fully inside your cunt.

“it hurts– h-haru.. it hurts—!” tears prickled in the corner of your eyes, sanzu let out heavy & shaky sighs, before he slowly began to move.

“’s okay, ’s gonna start feeling good soon, trust me” sanzu kissed your forehead before he start thrusting again, every thrust of his hips making you feel like you’re melting, sanzu looked down at how his dick disappeared inside your tight cunt, but when sanzu pulled out there was blood covering his cock, the sight made sanzu’s eyes grow wide, he grabbed your hips & started thrusting into you, fast but gentle thrusts that got you moaning & screaming his name.

“h-haru–! ’m close..! ’m cumming—!!” with just a few more thrusts you felt yourself creaming around sanzu’s cock, completely milking his dick dry.

sanzu smirked as he felt you cum around his cock, he continued with his fast thrusts, jolting his hips to get closer to his orgasm, sanzu felt his balls tighten with every thrust, your velvet colored walls spasming around his grith, making him closer to his high.

“fuck baby– just a few m-more...” with one final thrust of sanzu’s hips he came inside of you, strings of warm cum filling you up, a loud moan of haru‘s name left you as you felt him cumming deep inside you.

once sanzu pulled out, his seeds started dripping out which were mixed with your blood from earlier, which ended up staining your bed sheets.

sanzu lays down beside you, the two of you too exhausted to move an inch.

“so, how was your first time?” haru asked, a smirk covering his face, you giggled before responding; “it was amazing, haru.”

sanzu pulled you closer to him & rested his face on your shoulders, “is that so? then i’m glad” was the last thing haru said before falling asleep on your shoulders :(.

HANMA SHUJI.

the conversation was bought up unexpectedly by you, you asked hanma if he has lost his virginity yet & he of course responded with yes.

“shuji, did you lose your virginity?” hanma didn’t react to you asking him that question, but, instead just answered you so straight forward.

“yes, i did, a long time ago,” he answered with the biggest grin on his face, you felt yourself burn up with the embarrassment.

hanma is in a terrifying gang after all, you’ve never heard of a gang member that was a virgin.

“what about you, y/n?, did you lose your virginity yet?” hanma asked you back, you avoided eye contact with hanma & stared right into the floor.

hanma took your reaction as no i have never had sex before, “oh? y/n? don’t tell me that you still haven’t had sex with anyone yet” hanma chuckled which made this more embarrassing for you.

a blush creeped on your face, “n-no...” hanma burst out laughing, “why’re you laughing..!?” hanma smirks before replying, “can i be your first? do you want me to be your first?”

you felt your face heat up, you looked away from hanma, “what’re you s-saying...” hanma shakes his head, “never mind then,” you widened your eyes before stopping hanma from getting up, you shook your head, “n-no...i want you to be my first” hanma smirked & pulled you into a kiss, “good girl.”

-

“’m gonna put it in now, m’kay?”

you nervously nodded your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt the tip of hanma’s dick slowly penetrate your entrance, hanma threw his head back as he pushed his whole length in, your cunt already clenching around his dick.

you let out a sob as you felt hanma jolting his hips against yours— his thrusts were fast & steady, making you arch your back & roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“s-shuji...it hurts...!” hanma kisses your neck, wet kisses covering your neck, “hmm...’s okay, ’s g’nna feel good soon,” hanma cooed.

hanma‘s thrusts later turned rough, the tip of his cock thrusting against your sweet spot which made fat tears stain your cheeks, “s-shit— don’t cry, ’s g’nna feel good—! i promise!” hanma reassured you, making your walls spasm around his thick cock.

hanma wiped your tears, not breaking his rhythm, his thrusts remaining rough & steady which were to your liking, as you kept repeatedly moaning his name.

“s-shuji...! a-ah! shujiii—!” hanma buries himself on your chest, letting out muffled groans, your juices dripping & coating his balls with every thrust.

hanma’s cock twitched & throbbed inside of you, as he was about to pull out, suddenly, the idea of him being the first one to cum inside you stopped him to do so— but, instead, push his cock deeper & place your ankles on his shoulders, hanma roughly bucks his hips against you, hitting your g-spot, causing you to let out a sob.

suddenly, without any warning, hanma came inside you, shuji’s thick warm seeds filling you up, filling up your womb, completely.

with a loud moan of your name, hanma pulls out of you, & falls down on you, too exhausted to say anything.

“s-shuji, thank y-you,” you mummer causing hanma to let out a low chuckle, “i should be the one thanking you, it felt good,” hanma cups your cheeks & gives you a small peck on the lips before nuzzling on your chest & falling fast asleep.

MANJIRO SANO.

you & manjiro were sitting on the couch, laughing & giggling about something.

until you suddenly blurted out something on accident, “so, mikey, are you a virgin?”your question got manjiro to stop laughing & remain silent, too stunned to even react.

“um...’m not, why?” Mikey replied— in a low voice almost as if he was whispering.

you replied with a simple oh, before replying to his question.

“’ts just ’m curious” Mikey raised a brow, before he asked you the same thing.

“are you a virgin y/n?”

you gulped down your salvia before nervously replying, “y-yes...yes i am.”

“oh? you are?” you nodded your head as you felt your face heat up from embarrassment.

mikey smirked before pulling you closer & seating you on his lap— suddenly.

“wanna be your first—fuck— maybe even your last,” mikey whispered in your ears, sending a shiver down your spines.

mikey started rubbing his bulge against your cunt, “fuck— you’re not wearing any panties— ’s like you were planning for this to happen.”

you let out a shaky sigh & buried your face on the crook of mikey’s neck.

mikey tugged down his pants— which was enough for his whole cock to come out, “can’t hold back any longer— shit— tell me ya’ want it— tell me ya’ want my cock...c’mon baby–!”

“mhm–! ’want it...! ’jiro please–! ’want your cock...! p-please ’jiro–!” that’s all it took mikey to bully the tip of his cock against your tight entrance, slowly pushing in his whole dick in.

“mmm...’so tight– tightest pussy i’ve ever had– s-shit...!” mikey started off with fast thrusts, his hips roughly bucking against yours.

“manj– fuck..! w-wait—! ’s too big, waittt...!” mikey pulled out, blood coating his cock before he slammed right back inside you, “’fuck, ’s t-tight,” you frown as you try to adjust his size, your walls fluttering painfully around him, causing you to let out a sob.

mikey pounds into you in a rapid speed– his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust of his hips.

“f-fuck–oh! fuck! ’jiro–!” you squeal, the tip of manjiro’s cock nudged at your clit causing you to let out a muffled moan.

manjiro was moaning against your ears as he thrusts up against your pussy, his cock throbbing in your cunt with every jolt of his hips.

“a-ah— ’m cumming...shiit– g’nna cum inside..! argh—!” with one final thrust, you felt manjiro cumming deep inside you, thick, hot ropes of cum spill into your walls & fill you up.

you soon came right after him with a loud wail of his name.

once mikey pulled out, his seeds started dripping out of your abused cunny, “hah— y/n, love you, fuck– i love you so much” mikey whispered to your past-out body, as he hugged your waist, burying his face on your chest.

CHIFUYU MATSUNO

there was nothing to talk about, the room was silent, you & chifuyu laying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling in silence.

until you decided to ask chifuyu if he has already lost his V-card, chifuyu was like one of your closest friends— you were comfortable with him to talk about anything.

“’fuyu?” chifuyu hummed in response, “did you lose your virginity yet?” your question made chifuyu’s face heat up, his face was red, he was stuttering & couldn’t form one single word right.

you giggled at his reaction, “’s okay ’fuyu, you don’t have to answer,” chifuyu got up & instead sat on the bed, his legs crossed as he looked away from you— “n-no, i didn’t.”

your eyes widened, you’ve never expected chifuyu to be a virgin. “you’re a virgin...?” you tried your hard to surpass a laugh to not embarrass chifuyu but you couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle.

“shut up! ’s not funny, ’m just too busy!” you shook your head in disapproval, “’s okay chifuyu, ’m also a virgin” a smile formed on your lips, chifuyu let’s out a sigh as a small smile forms on his lips.

“chifuyu, listen, what if i give you my virginity?”

chifuyu stared at you with wide eyes, too shocked to speak.

“w-what’re you talking about!? ’m also a virgin, ’s like also giving you my v-virginity...” a huge grin covered your face as you crawled your way to chifuyu— & seated your self on his lap.

“but, ’fuyu i really want to give it to you!” you started rubbing yourself again chifuyu’s crotch, feeling his dick hardened underneath you.

“w-wait...um, y-y/n?” you hummed in response, “are you s-sure...? you nodded your head repeatedly, “mhm! i already decided! i want to give my virginity to you!” chifuyu felt his ears heat up from your words, a dark faint of red covering his face.

you tugged down chifuyu’s pants, his cock sprung out & slapped against chifuyu’s tummy, you peppered chifuyu’s tip with kisses, causing chifuyu to let out a whimper.

your panties were soaked, the wet damp on you your panties were so visible, chifuyu bought one slender finger & started rubbing them against your wet cunt.

“’fuyu, can‘t wait, put your dick in, please!” you pleaded, chifuyu pinned you down & slide down your panties, he started rubbing the tip against your folds, his fingers teasing & pinching your clit.

chifuyu was sliding his cock against your entrance, still not pushing in causing you to let out a whimper, “’fuyu...please—!” chifuyu suddenly slammed against you, his cock already making you feel so full.

his hips jolting against yours, his cock drags along your gummy walls, he gently rubs your clit with every thrust of his hips— causing you to let out a loud moan of his name.

your walls clenching around chifuyu, which made him let out a groan, “y-y/n— fuck,” he cusses, your cunt sucking him in so good, so well.

chifuyu doesn’t think he’ll last much longer, chifuyu let’s out muffled moans as he sinks himself on your chest, you were gripping on his hair as you also felt your orgasm crushing down.

“’fuyuu—! c-cumming!” with a loud moan of chifuyu’s name, you came all over his grith, heavy & low pants were heard from you as chifuyu continues thrusting against you— chasing his own orgasm.

“s-shit— y/n– fuck!” chifuyu quickly pulls out of your pussy & cums all over your tummy, strings of sticky cum covering your tummy.

chifuyu nuzzled into your neck & started mumbling about how good that felt, “chifuyu, ’m so glad you were my first” you whispered, which made chifuyu’s ear tips turn into a deep shade of red, “’m glad too,” chifuyu whispered back.

What do you think a yandere Shuji Hanma would be like with an innocent/naive reader? 🥹 (Sorry english isn't my first language aaaa)

Don't worry your english is perfect and this was such a cute idea. TW- Manipulation, Gaslighting, Coercion, Incorrect use of nicotine patch 📸- He is so mean to you, he'll tease you about every little thing, especially if you get embarrassed easily, it'd be even worse for you. Because he's constantly whispering dirty little things in your ear and he'll do it in front of people. 📸- He definitely has a corruption kink, he'll purposely put you in compromising positions with a claim that it's normal in a relationship for relationship too move as fast as yours is. I mean the first week of dating and he already has a hand in your panties? Yeah, that's totally normal baby, don't you trust him? Is it because he's a delinquent? 📸- Going off that actually, did someone say, king of gaslighting? Because he is. He's always making you rethink doing the normalist of things. You think it's normal too allow your partner too go out with their friends? Not without him, it's not normal. It's also so weird of you too want too spend time without him, did you know that? 📸- He will also put nicotine patches on you when your with him, then take them off when you leave him. It works though, you rarely are anywhere without him, the only reason he's not constantly with you is because he has... business too attend to. 📸- He's always feeling you up non-stop, running his hands over your ass and squeezing it, kissing down your chest and sucking your tits through your shirt. He always does it infront of people too, and when you try too push him away, claiming it makes you feel embarrassed, he just laughs in your face. Claiming that if you loved him, you wouldn't a problem with him feeling you up. 📸- Hanma is always fighting, it's not only an adrenaline rush but also a stress relief for him. But he won't let you watch, it'll ruin your purity, watching all the blood spill and the teeth go flying. He doesn't want too taint you too quickly too soon. 📸- Because he's an asshole, he likes too play little games with you. Those games including him rubbing your clit while he's in a very important meeting, sitting on his lap, you can't cum until the meeting is over either. He will bend you over that conference table and spank your ass raw as you cheeks become sticky with tears as you whine. 📸- He can be soft with you though, he likes that confused gleam that sits in your pretty eyes as he goes from extreme from the next. Going from all intimidating and mean to sweet and soft, cooing in your ear as he pets your hair. Kissing at your neck as he tells you that he loves you. 📸- He mostly acts like your stereotypical bully, pulling at your hair as he taunts you and mocks you as you whine, your lashes getting wet and clumpy as little tears drip down your cheeks, whining at him too stop it, but that only makes him do it more, loving the little pleads that spill from your lips, blessing his ears. 📸- At the end of it though, he leads you back in his arms with broken promises too stop teasing you as he lovingly coddles you, letting you snuggle into his chest, holding you tight against him so you don't see the dark grin that spreads across his lips, as he shushes your whines with little kisses and false assurance that it's all just playful banter.

any thoughts on stalker! shuji hanma? (plus if he steals panties he gets extra points hihi)

I have many thoughts hehe~

TW- Stalking, perverted behaviour, obsessive behaviour, invasion of privacy (breaking in)

-When he started stalking you, he took his time too get close to you, because he knows it'll make everything easier on him if you think you guys are "friends."

-He's a nasty little fucker, something about you caught his attention. It could've been that you were an aggressive little thing, always willing too get in his face, yelling at him, that shit gets his dick. He's always loved that back and forth, the thrill of an argument, he's an adrenaline whore, he's always looking for that next rush and it's even better when it's coming from you.

-Or you could've been the quiet type of girl, and he just wants too be an asshole and provoke you. What he has too say or do in order too provoke you and get that reaction, differentiates day by day. It could be as small as pulling your hair or something as big as stealing your panties.

-He loves too steal your things, whether you let him in or he broke in, you're gonna start too notice your things going missing. Slowly, but you're going too notice, brushing it off at first as you misplacing things but there's no reason that you're panties should show up in your hamper with white stains on them.

-He'll steal your hair ties, makeup wipes, old toothbrushes, loofas, dirty clothes. He'll steal your perfume so that he can spray it on his pillows and sheets, sometimes even on his clothes.

-He likes too bury his face into those same perfume-covered sheets as he slowly jerks his cock, burying his nose into the pillows as he groans all pretty and cums from the thought of you knowing what he's doing- or even being there in his bed, tricking his brain and coming to the deluded conclusion that you sneak into his house and get off in his bed and that's why it smells like you. When in actuality, it was him that invited you over and your perfume just rubbed off on his sheets.

-He likes too take pictures of you, some cute, like of you doing daily activities. Like brushing your hair or cooking, even just day-dreaming, your head off in space as he takes pictures of you.

-Most of them are nasty though, he'll snap pictures up your skirt, take videos of you crying, he'll most likely be the one that made you cry in the first place just so that he can take the videos and get off to them later, imaging you crying for him because you can barley take his cock and it's too much for you.

-He'll slap your ass a lot, claiming it's okay because friends do that all the time. Or when you asked him too tighten your bra straps and he took the time too squeeze your tits, feeling the weight of them in his hands as his dick grew hard. Brushing it off with a, "sorry, accidents and all that." It wasn't, it wasn't an accident and you know that, because there's no reason for him too have grabbed handfuls of your tits while a nasty little grin sits on his face.

-He'll pop your bra strap as well, thinking about your little yelps of pain while it's late and he's alone, picturing you having a hard time riding his cock. Coming up behind you as you're bent over and pressing his hips against you, claiming he was trying too get by as you glare up at him.

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.