#he’s just… nishinoya from hq but deranged isnt he

[hanayumi]

Ahhh is requests open? If it isn't,please ignore this!! :,)) But if it is,could I request for NSFW hcs for Yandere Hanma Shuji? Thank you,take your time :D Don't rush yourself and remember to stay hydrated and well rested!!♡

🔞 yan!hanma nsfw hcs 🔞

ok ill be honest i wasnt a hanma stan at first (his jp va reminded me of goofy, uk the one from mickey mouse) bUT!!!! a yan is still a yan and he looks s’hot in timeskip brrrr

tw yandere, noncon, predator/prey dynamics, knifeplay, bloodplay, marking/branding, hANMA’S A CREEP LOOKING FOR GIRLIES RUNNn

# if you’re (un)lucky enough to capture the affections of this gentleman of gentlemen, you can kiss any and all personal space goodbye 👋🏻

hanma shuji is a bastard creature who’s almost two metres tall but the second you’re caught in his crosshairs, he will not hesitate to throw those lanky-ass arms over your shoulders, launch himself onto you so hard you stumble on your feet, while he starts babbling all sorts of weird shit. as if he’s your boyfriend. as if it’s his god-given right to just cling to you whenever he wants. he’ll bury his face in your neck and just… breathe in. deep. just sniffin’.

( “you smell so nice baby. ah, so delicious i could just eat you up~ have you been touching yourself recently? i’ve been feeling all lonely and horny without you~ why don’t you take care of it for me? no one does it better than you do. if you treat me good, i’ll give you a little reward~” )

# and if you try to push him off or snap at him he’ll pin your arms to your side so you can’t struggle, grinning as if he likes that you wanna get rid of him, and nevermind if you’re in public — he’ll croon what a disobedient little girl you are, letting out a throaty chuckle, licking up your neck until you shiver — and then he’s herding you off like his little sheep, because he’s so much taller and bigger than you are and he can practically drag you along to wherever he wants, regardless of how much you struggle.

but he likes the chase, so he’ll let you disobey him sometimes.

maybe when you kick him hard in the shin he pretends to falter a bit, lets his grip loosen just the slightest, enough so you can break free and run off — but just be warned, it won’t be long before he’ll come searching for you. whether you’re hiding away in your friend’s house (the same friend whom he has charmed to hell and back), or cowering in your own closet (silly girl, he knows where you live), he’ll always find you and take you back. always.

and it just might be the thrill of it that makes him want to play with you like this — just wants to see what lengths you’ll go to to escape, see how desperate you’ll get (and if you beg or cry or both, even better), because all those expressions of yours when he finally has you cornered, has you writhing under him, are just too cute to stay away from.

# but if you ever try to injure him in any way? well, then he’ll be pissed.

he’s done so much for you, showed you how much he loves you, even played along with your little game, and you seriously think that pathetic little pocket knife is enough to keep him away? (all it did was put a scratch on his lip anyway.) he’ll shove you so hard onto the floor that you get disoriented as hell, and he grabs you by the ankles and yanks you under him like a ragdoll, scowling with his teeth bared (and there’s just a hint of a malicious smirk on his face, as if he can’t believe what you’ve just done) and oh. you’ve really done it now. he’s really, really mad.

“you wanna be a fucking bitch don’t you? fine. bad girls need to learn some discipline.”

and you don’t get away unscathed this time. he’s shoving his hands into your clothes and feeling you up everywhere, groping at your tits and ripping every article of clothing off your thrashing body, cooing in mock sympathy when you shriek and tell him it hurts it hurts, get the fuck off —

no, what if he doesn’t want to? what if he wants to kiss at your neck some more, leave a few bites here and there, make it painful of course — take your little knife, the one you tried to hurt your loving boyfriend with, run it along your pretty neck, your smooth skin, and just dip it in a little, prick you a little; just enough so a small bead of red breaks through the surface… and ah, your blood tastes the sweetest, you know that?

# the first time he carves his initials into your collarbone, it’s light. shallow. meant as a warning more than anything, that bad girls will only get what’s handed to them. but you seem completely shattered after what happened that night — flinching when he comes near, hissing at him when he tries to touch you, refusing to eat what he gives you, and that’s just not fair, isn’t it?

all he’s ever wanted is you to love him. and you do, he’s sure, because he had you creaming all over his cock the other night — screaming his name and cunt squeezing him so hard, milking him for all he’s worth, and it’s not fair at all! you look too cute when you shrink away from him, as if pretending that he didn’t make you feel good, hiding your true, dirty dirty nature, but it’s okay. he knows what you’re really like.

and he’ll make you say it often — that you feel so good, that you just love being stuffed full with his cock, that you love when he plays rough, makes you cum until you cry — it makes him feel very much satisfied knowing he’s got so much control over you like this (albeit you’re always trembling and a terrified mess and you meant almost nothing that you said)

# ah! don’t even think about going to the police. in the first place, he’s got enough sway in his hands to make your family and friends think you’re living out the life of your dreams with him, because who else to entrust their lovely girl with if not her charming boyfriend? (he simply looks like the personification of refinement, with that well-pressed suit, cool-as-a-cucumber smirk, and that controlled demeanour of his; it’s just a shame they can never manage to look past the facade)

if he catches you trying to call for help, you’ll have your clothes privilege revoked for a week (that’s all fine by him though, he likes making you cling to him for warmth when you’re cold in the winter, feeling your nipples pebble against his chest, and likes pressing his knee not-so-subtly against your pussy just to tease)

you should be grateful anyway!! he’s not going so rough on you anymore since you seemed pretty shaken up since the last time. doesn’t mean he won’t make you work for his forgiveness though. makes you ride him while he sits back and watches, refusing to lift a finger even as you whimper and struggle to sink down on him. when you’re just on the verge of cumming, mewling out little depraved noises, he’ll flip you over and thrust so deep that you see stars — and afterwards when you’re dizzy and can’t think properly he’ll still be sucking deep hickeys into your skin.

# he’s probably the kind of guy who adores going to the extreme in the bedroom. (sometimes taking it out of the bedroom, too) he’s not gonna have any problems just twisting and manhandling your body to fit his mood, using you like you’re his toy as he chases his own high. and you don’t really have the means to stop him either, so that’s just a breeding ground for his nastiest fantasies.

ah? you’ll snap in half from how hard he’s bending you? well that’s too bad, ‘cause he doesn’t feel like pulling out of this pretty pussy anytime soon. feel that you can’t take anymore after the tenth time he made you cum on his tongue? sweetheart, you feel good don’t you? just wait and see, he’ll make you feel even better, all you have to do is be good and he’ll take you to heaven. he promises. sit back tight and let him fuck you against the hood of his car real quick.