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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.

Wattpad Announcements!

Hiii luvs! To all the newcomers, welcome! To the rest of all you amazing humans, I just want to say thank you so much for your support in my wiritng, you guys are the best 😭🫶🏾

I am happy to say I have a few new updates for you all!

I have recently released a new part to The Delinquent Next Door, on my Wattpad so please feel free to go check it out (and for you new lovely people, if you're interested I would love for you to check it out as well!). Click the link below to check out the latest chapter!

Link: The Delinquent Next Door: Baby Your The Highlight of My Lowlife

Here's a sneak peak 😉 Preview:

You sighed from the slight relief of pressure in your head as you settled your elbow on the counter with your head resting in your hand.

What a day...

All you wanted was to go back home, hopefully greeted with the sight of solitude with Midnight and a nice, warm meal before bed.

You closed your eyes, thinking of all the things you would do to wind down after an exhausting week of crazy work days.

"Hey...y/n?" a familiar voice reaches your ears.

You hummed in response, too tired to open your eyes.

"Do you know that guy outside?"

You sigh,"What guy?"

"Well, he's got blonde and black hair and...is really hot."

You furrowed your brows at your friend's statement. You bring yourself to peak an eye out at her with a questioning brow, in which she responds with a pointed finger without saying another word. 

Sitting up, you follow the direction of where she pointed.

Your eyes grew wide with shock, feeling your whole body freeze as you hold the attention of a familiar face you had hoped you wouldn't be seeing. There stood outside the glass doors of the diner across the street and leaning against a wall--lit cigarette in hand--was none-other than Hanma Shuji himself.

Why was he here? At My job?

That you didn't know. But what you did know was this: your life was getting shittier by the second and it is all his fault.

Smirking at the realization it was you looking at him, Hanma tosses is finished cigarette on the ground and stubs out, making his way inside.

He worse black jeans, sneakers, and a white Henley shirt and black hoodie.

When he reaches you at a decent talking distance from the counter, he says, "Hey there doll~how's work?"

You were gonna kill him.

----- End of preview (click the link for more!)

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Here's the synopsis: (Thatch x Reader) Thatch is a successful business owner that is facing a midlife crisis as a broken hearted bachelor after ending a 2 years relationship with his now ex-fiancé. With the concern of his brothers and father, he is forced to attend therapy. While attending therapy, he bumps into a family friend's daughter who's in desperate need of a miracle...and a husband. The solution to everyone's problems? Marriage with convenience!

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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

I like the boys that are not good for well....

At least I have fun

I like the boys that are not good for well....

At least I have fun

ZENO ROBINSON IS HANMA I REPEAT ZENO ROBINSON IS HANMA

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Yandere Shuji Hanma + Smut? Please please?

I didn't have any fic ideas, so I hope hcs will suffice. If you really want a fic, you can request again when my reqs are open.

TW- Yandere Hanma, Violence, Drugs

📷- Hanma is a tits connoisseur, he loves tits, any kind really. But the ones that are pierced? That shit has him in a chokehold. Especially if it's a surprise and you never gave an indicator. He likes too hop in the shower with you, so he probably found out that way.

📷- He heavily favors doggy, like heavily favors. He loves looking at your face but there's just something about watching your ass fuck back onto his cock. The way the fat of your ass jiggles as he grips your hips tight and fucks deep into your guts. That shit really fucks with his head, and I'm not talking about the one on his shoulders.

📷- As Hanma's driving, he'll slip his hand into your panties and play with your cunt. He's so mean about it too, cause he'll just be driving, acting like he's not doing anything wrong, while your squirming in your seat as you push at his arm.

📷- Speaking of, he's a very big fan of car sex. Whether he's fucking you over the hood of his Bugatti Divo or in the back seat, of said Bugatti. He doesn't care, he loves all of it, your messy slick dripping down his balls, the feeling of his cock protruding from your stomach or the way you scream into the black leather seats.

📷- I feel like all the Hanma girlies can agree that he favors the pet names of, doll, babydoll, dollface, pretty doll. Literally any doll name, he uses that shit religiously. Especially when he's fucking you to the point of tears and you look up at him. You can't even deny how doll-like you look.

📷- He's more of a quickie kind of guy, he'll make sure too give you slow passionate sex, but you gotta beg for it. The only time he'll do it without having to be asked is on Anniversaries, your Birthday and sometimes Valentines day. He's an adrenaline junkie, he gets bored of slow sex but when you plead with him so prettily, he just can't so no to those teary eyes of your.

📷- Hanma is definitely the type of man that loves a brat. He, imo, prefers a brat even. He likes the discipline part of it though. He likes the, bending you over his lap as he slaps your ass with his 'punishment' hand, leaving your pretty little ass all red and bruised. Just how he likes it.

📷- The best sex in his opinion, is the sex he has with you after a fight. It could be a fight between the two of you or after he beats some guys ass. Doesn't matter, he'll take all the frustration and anger out on your poor cunt. Your always so sore in the morning, your legs shaking as your muscles spasming from even attempting too walk.

📷- He knows his bitch is pretty, his bitch is the baddest bitch. So because your so fucking pretty, he's aware that you'll get a lot of attention. That doesn't stop him from breaking the jaws of the men that give you, said attention though. He gives so little of a fuck that he will finger-fuck you and make you cum as he keeps eye-contact with one of the guys that thought it was okay to eye your ass in that little dress that, Hanma himself, bought you.

📷- High sex is the best sex, according to Hanma anyway. He'll give shotguns as you bounce on his cock, the pretty nails that he paid for scratching down his chest and stomach, while you blow the smoke back in his face with a giggle. Your slick, pouty lips wrapped around the blunt as you inhale and blowing it in the air as your head falls 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.

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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.

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

AND THANK GOD (you) FOR OPEN REQUESTS!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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