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frozenmoonshine · 4 months

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Headcanon - Hanma Shuuji as your boyfriend

Ok, I hate myself for writing this, 'cause I hate this bitch just as much as Pissaki, but I've been fighting my intrusive fluffy thoughts about him and they won, sooo here they are:

Beware of insinuated hetero relationship, f!reader, and common terms of endearment.

He's a flirt, definitely. He knows he gets lots of attention from the fairer sex simply for being tall and good looking, but he also loves the fact that he's a smooth talker and can get pretty much any girl to fall for him. And he's not better than doing just that, simply because he needs some amusement in his life. Talk about being a piece of shit, going around breaking hearts for fun.

‌However, if he genuinely falls for someone, he basically does a 180⁰ turn and is the most loyal lover you could get! He will, most definitely and undeniably, try to make his SO jealous by casually flirting left and right, just because he can, and he enjoys seeing your frustrated, annoyed, jealous face. However, if you get jealous or hurt for real, he will genuinely freak out, and will try his best to reassure you that he loves you and that he was just messing with you. You are the only one for him, after all, his safe haven and his light! If he realizes that he stepped overboard with his "jokes", he will change his behaviour immediately. Idk why, but he just gives me the vibe of someone who perfectly understands boundaries, and he will choose to honor his commitments.

‌He himself is not jealous at all, and no matter what you may do, he wouldn't get jealous. The bastard is just so cocky and aware of his desirability (even tho he overestimates himself quite a lot), it's unnerving! But unless he straight up catches you "red handed" with another guy, he won't be jealous in the slightest. And if that happens, if you do cheat on him, then he might just beat your side piece to a pulp, and walk out on you like you never even existed. He will be heartbroken about it for a long time, tho.

‌Don't do him dirty, even as annoying and flawed as he is, he is still worth it! He can be super loving and affectionate in private, and he will be your no. 1 cheerleader, in whatever you're aspiring to achieve. Tell him all about your adventures tho, he loves a good story!

‌He gets too easily bored, so he would fall head over heels for someone who can engage him in deep and interesting conversations, and be a bit of a tease as well, just enough to always keep him on the edge of his seat, but not to overdo it. After all, he is the tease one in the relationship, and he doesn't like the idea of giving up that title.

‌Speaking of him being a tease... yes, he's absolutely insufferable! In every sense. (Yes, that too!)

‌Dates with him are always so random and spontaneous, like, he'd take you on a bike ride to the beach at 3 AM, and you'd make sand castles in the dead of the night, just because. It's totally not because he's secretly a hopeless romantic and wanted to watch the sunrise with you, btw. Or he might get you out of your school/work just to take you to the rooftop of the highest building in his neighborhood, where you guys can throw water baloons on the passers-by down there, and photograph their reactions. Or you two would be in a middle of a rollercoaster ride and he'd scream into your ear: "Babe, let's go have a picnic in the woods, this ride is boring!" The worst best part - his idea of a "picnic" is pranking hikers by making weird noises. At least one thing is for sure with him - there is never a single dull moment!

‌But even as the chaos elemental that he is, he is actually looking for (inner) peace. He would want to feel safe and taken care of in a relationship, and I can picture him falling for his childhood friend. If not that, then he'd definitely go for the cozy, domestic, girl-next-door type. Despite what he shows to the outer world, he just craves familiarity and warmth.

‌His friend-turned-girlfriend definitely calls him Shuu-chan. He pretends it annoys him, but there's nothing he loves hearing more. And I will die on that hill if need be!

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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okay so hear me out…

its jealous!hanma that buys you gifts 24/7 when you start hanging out with someone because he wants you to only fall for him.

it’s jealous!hanma that gets a bit possessive at meetings when someone glances over you. You both know damn well that you’re perfect for hanma, but there is always an animalistic instinct that wants to leave marks on you just to spite those prying glances from people.

And it’s jealous!hanma that, during sex, will purposefully bite hickeys down the side of your throat and on your collarbone just because they are visible. once again, very territorial over his angel.

It’s jealous!hanma that places you on his lap rather than in a chair when you visit him in his office, every once in a while trailing his hands around your body just enough to get small jolts running up your spine; and then he likes to play dumb as if he was doing nothing when you were to call him out on it.

and last, but certainly not least, it’s jealous!hanma that will literally fight anyone anywhere on the streets if they so much take a second glance at you. It’s not that he is that obsessive, he just simply has realized that with how enticing you look, people can’t help but to get more of you.

@sleepysnk

tbh, the same way with mikey too 😁 @shelly-ya

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duckiez · 1 year

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ur welcome shuuji fans

#i luv him so much akjshdk #shuuji hanma #shuji hanma #teddy.talks

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rinrinx2 · 1 year

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heyy would you be down to write hanma x best friend reader smut where they’re used to sharing the same bed for sleepovers but one morning he wakes up to her pressed up against him and it leads too yk😩

I hope you like it💕

Sleep over goes wrong

Hanma x reader

Warnings: Mature themes, Inappropriate language, Smut, orgasm, spooning, thigh fucking

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It became a ritual that you and Hanma would have sleepovers, doing all the required activities at one. From having him attempt to do your nails, to your war of pillow fights as well as saying that one of you would sleep on the floor while the other would take the bed, but the two of you always ended up sleeping in the bed fighting over who would get more of the blanket.

An ordinary sleepover that was what the two of did.

But on this morning of your sleepover Hanma was holding you tightly, this wasn't unusual as he had a habit of liking to hold onto things in his sleep something you were use to by now, the thing that bothered you was the object poking at your lower back.

You had tried to ignore the object but the size of it made it hard to fall back asleep.

"Shuji" you whispered quietly, as you wiggled slightly back and forth to trying to wake the tall man up slightly.

But all you were met were with groans and grunts, as Hanma continued sleeping.

You let out a sigh of despair, realizing that Hanma was not going to wake up anytime soon.

So, you once again attempted your best to ignore it, until an idea came into your mind to shift the object that was poking at your lower back.

'It's probably his stupid face lotion he was putting on before bed' you said as you carefully maneuvered your arm behind you to grab at Hanma's front.

You grabbed at the objecting, noting how it was both hard and soft almost squishy. Ignoring the feeling of it you continued to try and move it grabbing at it firmly giving it a gentle pull and then another and another, until suddenly you were met with the object pushing back intp your hand.

"Playing with me, while I sleep. Naughty girl" Hamma said still half asleep in his deep morning voice.

You quickly realize what the 'object' you were grabbing at and pulled your hand away.

"I'm sor-ry Hanma" you squeaked out quietly with embarrassment at what you had done.

"Mmm" Hanma said against your ear, the vibrations causing tingles to go run down your spine.

Hanma stretched out slightly as he kept his body still pressed against yours, feeling how the 'object' was now even bigger than earlier.

"Words mean nothing only your actions will show you're sorry" Hanma said now fully awake but still with his deep morning voice.

You felt as Hanma pressed bis member further against your ass, and as much as you didn't want to enjoy it you couldn't help the slight pleasure that shot through your core.

"So, you gonna make it up to me" Hanma said as his hands now slid down to your shorts slightly pulling it down.

"Shuji" you moaned out helping him remove your shorts. Hanma took your actions of helping him remove your shorts as a solid yes and quickly slipped his fully erect cock out of his sleeping pants.

You could feel as his unclothed cock was now touching your back, as drops of pre-cuk decorated your lower back.

Your pussy began to pulse at Hanma's actions as slick began to form wetting your folds.

"Wanna feel you" you moaned out as Hanma began placing kisses against you neck.

The feeling of his tongue sliding up and down your neck causing you to feel lightheaded as lust ran through your mind.

Hanma moved his cock from your back and pushing it in-between the plush of your thighs, as he began thrusting back and forth, fucking your thighs.

"You feel so fucking good" Hanma said continued kissing your neck while he fucked your thighs as it was now becoming covered in pre-cum.

You could feel the thick shaft of Hanma rubbing against your thighs whike his thick cock head leaked out strings of pre-cum making you hornier by the minute.

"Want me to fuck you?" Hanma asked with that deep morning voice that caused the slick to leak between your legs making them even more lubed up.

You discreetly nodded your head in agreement and that's all Hanma needed. He moved his hands lower pushing your pantie to the side as he lined his hard cock at your entrance. While his other hand pulled your tank top up and began pulling at your nipples.

You could feel his cock head against your puffy folds, anticipating for when he would stuff you full with it.

"You see this is how you give a proper apology" Hanma said as he sheethed his cock inside your pussy, pushing deep past your folds and feeling as he lightly pressed against your cervix.

"It's to full" you moaned out biting your lip at the filling sensation.

"You'll get use to it" Hanma said with a snicker as he began thrusting.

Hanma pushed his cock back and forth savoring the way your pussy tightened around him, the way you walled gripped at his cock as his balls filled with cum slapped against your ass while his hands pulled at your nipples.

"I wanna fuck you like this every morning" Hanma said a she began to thrust harder.

The sensation of Hanma's cock rubbing against your sensitive pussy walls becoming to much, the way his cock head was dripping inside you and prodding at your special spot while his skilled fingers pulled at your nipple causing them to pain with pleasure. Your pussy was aching to be filled with cum as it dripped down Hanma's cock.

Hanma too wasn't going to last much longer, as he could feel the cum that was in his balls now sitting in his cock head just waiting to shoot out of his slit and fill you to the brim.

"You want milk in the morning" Hanma laughed out as he was now fucking you like a mad man, cock barely leaving your pussy.

"Yes, Ye-ss" you babbled out as your mind was being filled with cock.

Hanma thrusts became sloppy and then suddenly hot liquid was being shot so quickly into your pussy, causing you to gush out against his cock milking all the cum out of his cock.

Hanma kept his cock inside of you shoving it deeper as he let his cum paint your womb white while your massaged the rest of his cum out.

You and Hanma remained liked that until he dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

"Fuck I'm exhausted again" he said letting out a laugh.

"Let's go back to sleep" Hanma suggested while you still tried to catch your breath.

"What about you thingy" you said looking downwards, making Hanma realize what you were referring to.

"While it won't be poking against your back now" Hanma said as his cock was still deep inside you.

"Besides if we wanna do it again you just wiggle your ass"

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shirotume · 10 months

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#東京リベンジャーズイラスト #東卍fa #寿武 #半稀 #柴大寿 #花垣武道 #半間修二 #稀咲鉄太 #半武 #tokyo revengers #taiju×takemichi #shuuji hanma #tetta kisaki #takemichihanagaki #taiju shiba

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prettyboi-png · 1 year

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HANMA

Hanma “The Reaper” Shuji

wanna wear sin & punishment like a necklace

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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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Come To Me, Eternally

chapter three | masterlist

Shuuji Hanma x f!reader

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: And so it ends Warnings: 18+, dubcon, alcohol consumption, smoking, gun stand off, major character death, mentioned violence against the reader, domestic abuse, graphic description of murder, vaginal sex, creampie, collaring. Words: 3.2k

networks: @planetonet @tometpd

Shuuji Hanma has never been a man to feel fear in his life. When others find themselves feeling alert and on edge, Hanma can do nought but laugh. But since leaving your place… The home that you share with your fiancé, his boss, he believes this may be the closest to panic he’s ever felt. In fact, he’d go as far as to admit he’s a little scared. Kisaki is a crazy fuck, like him. And also not to dissimilarly to Hanma, he’s calculated. He imagines that Kisaki has already gone out of his way to contact his subordinates and alert them of Hanma’s treachery. Hanma is brave, in the sense that he can stay in his penthouse like he didn’t reveal he’d been fucking his precious fiancé behind his back. He supposes you were right about one thing.

Shuuji Hanma is a dead man walking.

He’s been sipping his favourite whiskey since the minute he got home. But he isn’t stupid, he needs his wits about him, after all. He’s been nursing the same drink for a long while. He needs to consider himself. His next course of action. What has happened. What will happen. You entering his life after so long was an unexpected cog in his well oiled machine of existence. It had been so long since he’d thought about his favourite slut. His toy. He still can’t believe that he managed to forget you at all.

How could he forget someone he spent so long going out of his way to torment? Someone he forced to give her virginity to him. He was clumsy then, he’s sure you’ll agree. He had a little experience, more than most, so he knew what he was doing with you. But now, he is matured, he is a man. Despite the fact he sees women as devices to give him pleasure, he knows exactly how to please. And although it’s been so long since he played with your body, it is simply unforgettable. It is his. He’ll touch you just right and make you come undone with so little effort you’ll have barely taken a breath.

Is that why you run to him?

Is that why you’re back in his life?

Because you’re his, aren’t you? You won’t forget something so important like that. You’re always going to be his girl. Hanma’s Toy. It’s engraved in your flesh for that exact reason. But even without that permanent, black, ink. How could you forget someone you gave your virginity too? How could you forget all of the things he did and made you do? You couldn’t. You can’t. Even at such a young age, you wonder if he knew what he was doing. If he wanted to scar you so vehemently that you’d never be able to erase him from the recesses of your mind.

You’re his.

No one else’s.

His.

“Open the door, Hanma.”

It’s familiar. Why wouldn’t he recognise the voice of a man he’s been thick as thieves with for over a decade? With a cigar latched between his lips and his gun in his hands, he stands perfectly adjacent to the front door of his penthouse and points the weapon at the entrance. He has no doubt in his mind that Kisaki has brought an army with him to snuff him out and put an end to the memorable and insufferable Shuuji Hanma.

“It’s open, Tetta.” he responds. The use of his forename enrages Kisaki, a clear snub of his superiority and a lack of respect from Hanma.

He opens the door slowly… slowly… slowly… until they’re face to face with each other. And it’s unbelievable, but somehow, they manage to laugh. Kisaki is pointing his gun at Hanma, and Hanma’s is pointing right back. And for some reason, it’s so fucking amusing. How did things get like this? At one point or another, Kisaki would have trusted Hanma more than anyone else in the world. Even you. Fuck. You.

“Don’t tell me you came alone.” Hanma queries, refusing to let his guard down but still managing to take a tactical puff of his cigar.

“I did, believe it or not. I’m a reasonable man. Some might say, smart,”

“First I’m hearing about that.” Hanma jokes, earning a snicker from his former friend.

“I figure there’s history. And a simple explanation might just clear this all up. So, I haven’t told a damn soul about this. Pour me a drink.” Kisaki speaks and demands as he tilts his head and his gun in the direction of the tumbler of whiskey standing alone at Hanma’s lonely dining table.

“For real?”

“We’ll drink, and I’ll listen to what you have to say. And then I’ll blow your fucking head off for touching my little wifey.” he talks, calmly. The final sentence sounds like a joke, but his eyes are telling another story. He’s serious, deadly so.

Hanma clears his throat, refusing to lower his gun as he walks closer to the bottle of whiskey. He grabs an extra tumbler, pouring the bronze liquid into the glass while keeping his eyes and gun focused on his boss. Kisaki enters the penthouse, using his foot to close the door behind him.

It’s almost comical, really, how neither of the men refuse to put away their weapons. Even while sitting so close to each other. Their legs spread, a show of dominance, like men do, as they sit and find the most comfortable positions in their seats. It’s almost like a silent contest to display who needs more leg room, which of them has the biggest cock and balls.

It's Hanma.

Their gun holding arms turn to jelly as they enjoy their drinks. Resting the cool metal killing devices on their legs as they casually sip and slurp as if they’re indulging in last orders at a bar with close friends. A memory they’ve shared more times than they can count. But this is nothing like that complacent, relaxing vibe. This is tense.

“She’s missing, now. Have you, uh, seen her?” Kisaki queries.

“No. Why would I have? Doesn’t she have friends?” Hanma responds, calmly. Kisaki studies his eyes. Enough years in this line of work, and you can spot a liar with genuine ease. So, he stares and stares.

“I know she’s here, Hanma.”

Hanma takes another swig of his drink, clearing off the last remaining drops before pouring another for himself. But he shakes his head, adamant he has no idea what he’s referring to.

“You wanted to talk about her, you said. So, what went down after I left?” Hanma asks, a question he’s been dying to know after he fled. He has never felt guilt before. He thinks he might be a sociopath, most days. Or else he wouldn’t have put you through everything he did in the past. And yet, for the first time maybe ever, he felt bad for leaving you with him tonight. He turned your world upside down and threw you to the wolves. It was too much like the old him. A him he isn’t ashamed of, but he likes to think he is at least a little better than. So, he had to ask. What happened?

“Well. I was mad, you get that, right? It’s understandable, I mean—”

“Did you damage my toy, Kisaki?”

“Not yours, mine. But, yeah, so fucking what? I beat her black and blue. What sane man wouldn’t?” Kisaki questions. Hanma slams his glass down on the table, earning an explosive laugh from his boss. “Come the fuck on. I loved her, y’know? Spent a fortune on her. Gave her everything. Only for her to cheat with… you. Thought she was my princess, my forever.”

“No one will love her like I can. I’ve loved her since the day I set eyes on her as a kid. So, I’ll tell you one more time. My toy. My princess. My forever. I’ll find her and fuck her into the shape of my cock because she is mine. And my name is on her forever, to prove it.” Hanma monologues, it’s relaxed and pointed. Kisaki retains each and every word. An indescribable rage sears through him and he realises he’ll never have what you have with Hanma. History. But that fucking mark. It can be removed. It can be changed. He’s signed his name into your skin tonight in the form of blooming blue and purple blooms. It’s just a shame they aren’t permanent.

“You have to die, that’s a given. Yeah?” Kisaki chuckles, and even Hanma smiles.

“If you think you can kill me. If you think I will let that happen. Sure.”

“It’s a matter of pride, man. I loved… love her. And she is mine, no matter what you say or think. But what she did, I’ll never forgive. I’ll spend the rest of my life making her pay for it.”

“You won’t see her again for the rest of your life, Tetta. Only one of us is getting out of this penthouse alive and I intend on making sure it’s me.”

“She humiliated me. With you. I’m all for happy endings but not at the cost of my own. I can’t lose her to you, man, I can’t.” he tells him, a tone of finality filling his words. Hanma shakes his head, again. In his eyes, he has no choice.

“Do you know I took her purity from her? Even if I die, she’ll never forget me for the simple fact I took her virginity. You don’t forget your first. And, you’ll never be able to love her like I can. Like I do. You’ll have to kill me to stop me from claiming my toy back, but like I said, I have no intention of letting that happen.”

You wonder if it’s the sociopath in him. He’s thankful that Kisaki was looking at his drink when Hanma’s eyes widened, ever so slightly. His heart rate quickened, the organ was pounding as he tried to keep a neutral, poker face. He managed to steady the tremoring of his fingers as he tried to pretend nothing was happening behind Tetta Kisaki. Crossing one leg over the other as he smiled and drank his whiskey in such a nonchalant manner. It roused Kisaki’s suspicion to see Hanma become his usual, cocky self.

Bang.

That cocky, trademark smirk wiped off of Hanma’s face in an instant. Instead, he donned an unimpressed, almost bored thin lipped expression as the blood of your ex-fiancé spattered across his face. He smacked his lips together, attempting to discover whether he could taste copper on his tongue as he paid no mind to your former partners body slump out of his chair and collide with the ground.

You were a coward for killing him like that. His back to you and no way to defend himself. You got him right in the back of his head, and you could only assume there was an exit wound somewhere close to between his eyes as it pissed blood and puddled around his body and seeped into his expensive Louis Vuitton suit.

“S-Shuuji…” you whimpered.

“Shush.” he demanded, getting up from his seat and tutting you into a stunned silence. You murdered someone. Fuck. You, a regular fucking person, killed Tetta Kisaki. Hanma grabbed your shoulders, firmly, kissing your forehead and forcing you to look him in the eye as he spoke to you. “You did the right thing, baby.” he assures you.

“I… killed someo- no. Killing is… it’s never the right thing!” you feel like you are screaming but in reality your voice has almost died in your throat as you try and articulate your conflicting feelings. He would have probably killed you first. You thought he was going to, tonight. Hanma did some terrible things to you but he never beat you. You’ve never felt so sore, so pained. And yet so lucky to be alive. And Hanma, fuck, you can’t believe this is really Hanma. His touches are so tender and delicate. So sweet. He knows you’re hurting. He could see it in the bruises when you first stumbled into his home, yes, but he could predominantly see it in your eyes.

“Bastard deserved it and then some for doing this to you.” he states, you try to shake your head but you can’t. He stills your skull with two large palms, once again forcing you to look into his drowsy, golden eyes. “I’m a real piece of shit, but even I wouldn’t lay a hand on a woman. How could he hurt someone as precious as you?”

“I’m a murderer, Shuuji I can’t, I—”

“He didn’t tell anyone he was coming here. No one will know about this internal struggle. You know what that means? I’ll be taking over Kisaki’s role in the company. You’re mine, again, and everything is gonna be fine.”

“I don’t know…” you sigh, obvious concern in your voice. But again, he tuts, a feeble attempt of dismissing the worry from your body.

“Come.” he demands. “Into the shower, wanna wash this prick off us before I make arrangements to move him.”

“S-Shuuji, please. Please be—”

“I know, baby, I know.”

It is the most glamorous shower you’ve ever seen and will ever hope to see. The shower head is attached to the ceiling and you both fit inside with plenty of space surrounding you still. There’s even a small bench, made out of the same marble material as the walls you are standing inside of. Of course the door is glass, fogged completely with steam from the boiling shower as well as your rising body heats.

He sits, peacefully, allowing you to stand alone under the shower as you cleanse your naked, shaken body. You can’t help but giggle when you see his cock standing to full attention as he ogles you lathering your body in shower gel and allowing the water to cascade down your body.

You’d never of expected him to sit so patiently like this while he has you as his. You are officially his property and he isn’t doing anything about it.

Or so you thought.

The nice guy act soon wore thin, and you found yourself shoved against the glass door. You struggled, slightly, your bruises aching the further he forced himself into you and against the glass.

“H-Hurts, Shuuji, it, ah—!”

“Can’t wait anymore.” he informs you as he guides his cock head to your sodden cunt. “Need to make you mine again.” he tells you.

And with that, you realise this isn’t going to be about you. He knows how to fuck you. How to make you cum. And yet, he won’t. His priority is himself. Filling you to the brim with his cum and marking your insides officially as his.

“Always had such a tight little pussy, haven’t you? All mine. All fucking mine.” he practically growls in your ear as he begins to slam up into you.

“P-Please, Hanma. Slower! Slow…” you beg, pathetically silent it’s almost drowned out by the pelting drops of water cascading against the ground. A simple ‘tsk’ leaves his lips as he kisses your cheek and reaches around to fondle your clit.

“Wish I could kill him twice for making you so sore.” he hums as he allows his fingers to dance lightly across your battered skin. But it doesn’t stop him from pummelling against your body, if anything, he’s fucking into your sweet spot harder. He’s moaning, grunting, gasping almost, as he approaches his doom. He’s quick. He could easily lie and say it’s for your benefit, which it is. But it’s for him. The sooner your insides are painted white, the better. “Oh – fuck – ‘m cummin’, Christ ‘m cummin’ baby.”

And you feel it, God you feel it because he shoots his load directly into your womb, you think. They’re silent thoughts, but he’s already thinking about you carrying his child. He always pictured three or four with you. Three boys that give the two of you hell and one girl he worships with everything he has. Not now, he hopes. With your mental state so fragile and everything so new.

His cum dribbles down your legs. But the minute you step under the shower, it’s being carried down the plughole by the current.

Definitely not now.

He abandons you, a towel wrapped around his waist as he heads towards his bedroom. You find a towel for your body as well as your hair, doing your best to chase after him without slipping and falling in the process. He’s rummaging around in his drawers desperately searching for something. He looks back at you, briefly, as you enter, and then back again with more focus as he takes in what he’s seeing.

“Towel off sweetheart. No hiding your body from me, wanna see every inch.” he instructs. You do as you’re told, unwrapping the white, fluffy towel from your body and exposing your skin to the freezing, air-conditioned room.

“What are you doing?” you wonder, sitting on the edge on his bed eagerly as you wait from him to come over to you.

Finally, he finds what it is he’s looking for. “Stand up.” he tells you, hiding whatever it is behind his back. Once again, you comply, watching him come closer to you and sit himself down. “Sit on me.” he demands. You straddle him. He kisses each and every inch of your body within his reach. He smooths his hand over the sickening blue blotches delivered to your skin by Tetta. You gasp, erotically, as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth as sucks sweetly.

“Shuuji…” you moan, losing yourself to his touch. “What’s behind your back?”

“Somethin’ very special, it’s old but looks like new.” he smiles into your body. “I got you it years ago, didn’t get the chance to give you it.”

“I wanna see.”

He reaches behind his back. And it’s odd, the look in his eye is almost hesitant. Like he doesn’t want to give it to you. He isn’t sure of himself. Is he worried that you won’t like it? But, your pleading gaze wins him over.

“I… I want to hate it, but I don’t. I, I love it.” you giggle. It’s a collar. A beautiful pink collar with your name engraved on the silver bone. “Oh God, I really love it.”

“There’s a leash too.” Hanma laughs. He raises it to put it around your neck, and you find yourself letting him with not a single complaint. Maybe you’re in a state of unknowing because of what you did to Kisaki. Nothing matters and nothing feels real. But for whatever reason. You are obsessed with this new accessory. And it’s sick, because it feels romantic. In days gone by, you were known as nothing to him other than Hanma’s toy. But this… has your fucking name on it.

“Fuck. Hanma… ‘m really yours, aren’t I? Always been yours.”

“Yeah. Always been mine.”

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mimic-of-hysy · 1 year

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#tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #shuuji hanma #shuji hanma #settie speaks

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aquaritos · 2 years

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半間修二 . . . 🐝

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 1st & 3rd ic by @/lop_dk on twt !

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nanaosaki3940 · 1 year

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Tokyo Revengers X Valentine's Day

My bae Baji!!! Looking pretty as always!!! 😭💖💘😍

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la-novia-de-tokyo-revengers · 10 months

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#tokyo revengers #mikey sano #matsuno chifuyu #keisuke baji #hanagaki takemichi #emma sano #hinata tachibana #mitsuya takashi #kazutora hanemiya #ken ryuguji #naoto tachibana #anime #kisaki tetta #shuuji hanma

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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Hey I wanna request hanma x fem reader doing face mask with him

hanma would be soooo against it omg (at first)

but... you're his angel so he has to do it for you

he makes a lot of comments about how it 'feels weird' on his face

takes so many pictures tho

i think he honestly complains just to get a reaction out of you-

he likes hearing you laugh so its a win-win situation

he actually doesn't hate it! he just likes to hear you whine and beg like the kinky bastard that he is lol

will do it whenever you ask him to

in all reality, he does it simply because he gets to see you smile and be cute, which is more than enough for him

will also snake a hand up to give your boobs a squeeze before running away.

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gekroent · 1 year

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Let me just..

Get ready for the meeting.

Cosplay, photo: me (@gekroent )

Character: Hanma Shūji (Tokyo Revengers)

#hanma shuuji #hanma #hanma shuji #shuuji hanma #hanma cosplay #cosplay #tokrev #tokyo revengers #tokyo #revengers #tokyo revengers cosplay

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animeheadspace · 2 years

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Hiiii~ me again! I want to finally ask you for a story, Hanma obviously… if you don’t to do it, please ignore… anyways, Hanma x reader who looks vexing and is uninterested but is actually kind and caring, even if they try not to show it, any gender is fine… all the ‘Hanma x reader’ fanfics i find are ANGST and i cannot relate to them at all, if you do accept, thank you. But if you don’t, please ignore, cause I don’t want to be publicly embarrassed. have a great day or night. ily no matter what! ❤️❤️❤️

a/n - HI SORRY THIS IS SO LATE FOR SOME REASON I NEEDED TO TAKE A SUPER BIG MENTAL HEALTH BREAK IM SO SORRYYYYY but also NOOO WE DON'T WANT HANMA ANGST i gotchu, hopefully this meets your expectations tysm for sending smth in ILYSM <3

hanma usually only thought of people as two things: objects for him to bash up, or creatures meant to meet his needs. this adrenaline junkie had a strange affinity toward finding amusement in the people he interacted with, an addiction that raged within him even when he realized that he was so powerful that he could physically defeat almost anyone who dared to challenge him.

everyone was aware of hanma's tendencies. so it made sense why they were confused when hanma introduced you as his girlfriend.

now you....you were quite literally hanma's opposite. you embodied the notions of cool, calm, and collected -- an innate set of values that didn't shake even when you were faced with either extreme of emotions. so unfortunately, more often than not, people mistook your level-headedness for robotic lifelessness, deeming you incapable of reacting to human emotion.

of course, however, hanma knew the real you. the real you who would make him his bento boxes every morning, offer to drive him to where-ever he needed to go on your motorcycle, give him a stabilizing hug whenever his fighting adrenaline would get too out of hand. you CARED. you cared about the litter of kittens in the abandoned grocery store parking lot, you cared about the nail technician you've been visiting ever since you were old enough to pay for yourself, you cared about the new trees being planted in front of the town hall.

hanma had always found it amusing when people around him questioned your sincerity and mistook it for annoyance.

especially when currently, you were consoling a lost 2-year-old child beside the amusement park teacup ride you and hanma had ridden just for the kick of it.

his cries were shushed by your soft kisses and small reassurances, cradling him into your neck as you patted his back with your left hand, carrying him comfortably. hanma had a smile on his face (you caught a glimpse and immediately reprimanded him with a sharp smack to his chest), but he just found it amusing.

the girlfriend of an insane, murdering delinquent was consoling a baby hardly old enough to talk.

his arm slid to your waist, bringing you and subsequently the small child closer to his towering frame, shielding the scene with his body. eventually, the young boy felt comfortable enough to talk sandwiched in the warmth of two people, messily wiping his tears up with his chubby fingers.

you waved to a park police officer with your hand once you were able to glean the boy's name, telling the official what the problem was.

hanma didn't fail to notice how you refused to put the boy down and leave, choosing instead to sacrifice your own amusement park time to ensure that the boy found his parents safely. and he did, the frantic parents offering enough of a distraction that hanma slipped you away from the police officer who began to look at him questionably. he gave him a tiny smirk, throwing a hand over your shoulder, and disappeared.

you frowned, and smacked his chest again, your eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. "you should have left, hanma," you began, "he could have recognized you."

hanma just had to grin at that.

"i would have beaten them up, baby," he smirked again, leaning down to kiss your cheek softly.

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