#tokyorev hanma

[atsumwah]

hanma : i'd kill for you ♡

y/n : ...

hanma : please ask me to kill for you

[xfgpng]

Booty call with Hanma but can you make it toxic to fluff I'm sick of angst 😔

I NEED HIM SO BAD

you know he’s toxic. he comes and goes as he pleases and he never stays the night, never makes breakfast and he only comes when it’s dark out and your neighbours can’t be nosey about it.

it’s not like you don’t know what he does, you’ve known him all your life and you should’ve learned your lesson when his ex fell pregnant. he wasn’t going to settle for her and he wasn’t going to settle for you.

things became complicated after you let him fuck you a few months ago. your crush on him since you were kids wasn’t that obvious to everyone else but he knew, he must’ve known because he was so good at making you feel sorry for him each and every time.

your phone buzzing on your nightstand never surprised you anymore. 12:45 am every time. it used to make you feel cheap but now you needed him just as much as he needed it. you weren’t even sure if he was only doing this with you because you know he’s been around.

you’re stupid enough to let him hit it raw but you can’t resist and he fucks you so good that you rarely think about anything else when he’s inside you.

hanma: you up baby?

you: yes

hanma: see you soon yeah?

you: i’ll open up for you

it’s easy to pretend you don’t know he has a key to your place and all this wouldn’t hurt so much if he didn’t randomly pay you visits without always expecting sex or something along those lines.

you sigh, turning on the hallway light and you’re not surprised to hear his car outside already. the butterflies feel more like violent wasps but it gets you all excited anytime you see him anyway.

he smirks, his signature one that makes you feel weak in the knees when he wraps his arms around your waist and leans down to kiss you.

hanma always kisses you like he’s never going to kiss you ever again. it’s passionate and you can pretend he’s pouring all his feelings for you into it even if it makes your chest ache.

your friends always say it must be his dick game because no one has ever had a hold on you the way he does.

“you miss me baby?” he grins and you nod, already feeling dazed.

he chuckles and closes the door behind him.

he leads you down the hallway and into your dimly lit bedroom.

“lay on your back for me sweet thing, lemme see you” he whispers, gently pulling your nightgown off your shoulders.

you’re left in your pretty silk nightie, a gift from him a while ago and you squeeze your legs at the way he looks at you, licking his lips.

“fuck you’re so pretty” he groans. he’s never been shy when it comes to praising you and you try not to let it get to your head.

“spread‘em for me” he tells you, removing his dark pullover and moving to kneel between your legs.

“touch me” you whisper, placing his hands on your hips and he chuckles darkly, looking up into your eyes which almost makes you shy but you hold his gaze.

“you miss me that much?” He grins

“maybe” You say and it’s not a lie, not really.

“i’ve been thinking about you all week” he says but it’s more to himself than you so you don’t say anything, watching as he removes your panties softly and places it in his back pocket.

he slides his middle and index fingers between your folds and groans at how wet you are. hanma never really had to do much to get you going.

“shit baby, this wet already?” he leans down to kiss you as he presses his fingers into your pussy.

he swallows your moans. his fingers are much thicker and longer than your own so he reaches all the right places that you can’t seem to find on your own.

he plays with your body like an instrument that he’s tuned to his liking.

“i just wanna fucking ruin you” he whispers right into your ear as he picks up his paces, scissoring you open for him because he knows you need it, despite your protests of being ready and being able to take him.

“more” you gasp, “please, i’m ready”

“please who?” he raises a brow but he doesn’t stop moving his fingers inside you, pressing his thumb against your clit just to watch you whine and tremble.

“please shuji, i need you” you whine

“only because you asked nicely” he smirks

he’s shameless in the way he slips his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste and it makes you feel embarrassed every time he does it.

the thick mushroom tip of his cock pushes into you slowly. he knows it drives you crazy when he takes his time like this and he loves when you beg for him, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to break the skin and he enjoys the pain. he thinks about you every time he’s reminded of the marks you leave on his chest, shoulders and back.

“can i stay?” he asks, gripping your waist and you bite your lip, looking up at him

“if you’re making breakfast” you say and he grins, leaning down to kiss you

[y-umiko]

3:03 | HANMA S.

Requested by Anon — for the 2k event Prompt: "You've always felt like home"

Hanma doesn’t have a clear definition of what and where home was and he doesn’t care but as he slowly sinks into apathy after winning fight after fight he begins to question where home was and what it feels like.

Home, Hanma thinks, is a place he sleeps at night, the place where he grew up that is far from the definition of what's supposed to be home.

a question circling his mind as he found himself standing on your doorstep yet he chooses to climb over the window, sneaking like a thief, disregarding the key in his pocket you had given him.

climbing over the window easily, the four corners of your apartment greeted him, it smells like you, the perfume that he smells on you when you cling to him. it smells of a faint smell of lavender from a burned-away candle and it feels more peaceful than he'd thought.

but that peace turned into fear, fear for your safety and well-being, sensing a presence that wasn't supposed to be inside your apartment at this ungodly hour. an intruder? police who found him? an enemy from another gang?

his senses were on fire, on alert ready to beat the hell out of the intruder. rounding the corner of your apartment ready to attack whoever dared step into his peaceful sanctuary.

without warning, a shadow jumps at him, lunging towards him, a metal baseball bat in hand, ready to swing at his head. luckily, his reflex is quick, he caught the bat with his bare hands and is ready to counter strike towards the intruder, but notices that it was in fact you.

"That's dangerous baby, you can't just go smashing my head" he grumbles, gently taking the baseball bat in your hand, the baseball hand he had given you in cases like this. who would have thought he'll be the first to have a taste of it.

you froze in place, shock filled your body that the intruder you thought was none other than Hanma himself. gently massaging his hand that caught your swing.

"Shuji! There's a door for a reason" you growl, pointing at your triple-locked door as per Hanma's suggestion, personally installing it himself. can't trust people these days - was what he said.

"you almost bashed my head open" he grumbles, pouting playfully in which you just rolled your eyes at him. arms crossed against your chest.

"don't be dramatic as if that's enough to bash open your thick head"

Hanma gasp dramatically, a fake hurt on his face "This what I get for coming home after a long time?"

and then it clicks

Home, he was home and hearing him say it spreads warmth in your chest as you can't help the corners of your lips to curl up. Having Hanma acknowledge that your apartment where you reside is his home as much as his.

"If you've knocked properly I could have greeted you a welcome back" you grinned, arms gently wrapping around his midsection. Hanma responds by wrapping his arm around you in turn, your skin was cold probably from laying in wait against him, yet he doesn't mind for you touch makes him relax against you.

"I know" he hums, uncharacteristically soft for him, softer than you ever heard before. his voice warm and adoring. relishing the feel of your embrace. because God he can imagine it, you welcoming him with your sunshined smile that can make any cold winter warm. "You've always felt like home"

and you didn't need any more to understand what it meant for him, to have a place he can proudly call home. a place where he's wanted and appreciated.

Home, Hanma thinks, is more than a place, it's a person that gives him a reason to want to come back. a person that makes him happier than anyone in the world.

he almost growled in protest when you gently shove him off but decided not to when you grab his arm and intertwined your fingers together, pulling him towards your bedroom "now get your sorry ass to bed, I'm -"

"horny?" he finishes for you, a sly grin spreading on his lips. because no matter what it is, he can never say no to you. and you thought he was being sappy this evening, but the next second the sly Hanma come back.

"sleepy Shuji, sleepy!" you emphasize, which Hanma only grins, letting you drag him to your room for a good night's sleep.

"worth a try"

And Hanma would let you drag him anywhere you want, he'll search every corner of the world seeking you if he had to because it's you who makes him feel at home.

[stxrmylxve]

Hi!

One of your big fans here.

I love your writing style 💜

May I ask what would be your take for TR guys confessions? Like they would know they are in love and come to terms with it and they would decide to confess to their s/o.

Thank you for considering my request :)

aww baby hi!! im so glad you like my stuff <33 ofc i can! i live for these confessions :)

Mikey:

wouldn’t ever come to terms with it

he thinks he just likes your company

its draken that has to tell him

once he gets it through his head, he blushes every time he sees you

bro is a tomato when he sees you though-

has no clue how to confess

like.. at all

”y/n i like you.”

that’s it, that’s all you get

you can’t help but giggle as he stands there confused

”is that good?” he asks draken as the man shakes his head

”sure mikey, sure.”

Draken:

much more mature so he immediately recognized his feelings

has a hard time confessing though

constant thoughts flood his mind

is that cheesy? do you want gifts? will it be awkward?

so worried over nothing

buys big flowers and all, dresses up, looks handsome and all

and you simply say “you kno, i dont need all these gifts”

he stands there in awe as you give him a small peck with a giggle

you take the flowers and hold your hand out, taking his into yours as you both walk together

he wasn’t leading this anymore, it was all you

Mitsuya:

the ultimate package

mature enough to realize he has feelings AND knows how to confess

it helps having sisters i guess

abnormally calm around you

internally he is freaking out, don’t lie

”y/n.” he says, breaking you out of your studying trance as you looked up

before you could even answer, he pushes the hair away from your eyes with a soft smile

”i like you. i’ve liked you for a while. would you be interested in going on a date with me?”

you’re done. nope.

fall over red as he peers over at you with a laugh

he’s just so.. AHH dreamy

Chifuyu:

okay so here’s the funny thing

you fell for him first

you hid it though, worried he would not like you as a friend and you hated to loose the great friendship you had with him and baji

but when he formed a liking?

ho ho ho that was a game changer

he was a whole nother person around you

“baji.. is he okay?” you asked

“y/n are you an idiot? he likes you” baji says with a desdpanned look

”baji-san! i wanted to tell them!”

Baji:

he’s like a cat

if he likes you, expect him all over you

not in a nsfw way LOL

He just loves you sm

loves affection too omg

the best cuddles 24/7

buys you little gifts

he never actually confessed himself lol

it was just so natural and then it just like… happened

one minute he had his face tucked into your tummy the next you two were kissing

but he got you so it’s a win-win

Hanma:

“kisaki~ where is y/n?” hanma asks as he leans back in his chair

”in her office-“

”alright cya later”

loves visiting you

always comes in, whether you’re talking with someone or not, with a goofy smile

”baby!” he comes in, completely ignoring the other co-worker as he slung his lanky arms around you

”hanma, someone is in here right now. can you give me a few minutes? just sit on the couch over there please”

he sits there with a pout on his face as he glares daggers into the back of the other persons’s skull

once they leave, he is all over you again

places a few kisses on your neck, temple, all over your face as you laugh

”you know, people might think that we’re a couple, hanma”

”then let’s be one.”

Izana:

has no good understanding about true love

kakucho has to quiz him in order to get to the bottom of his feelings for him

”izana, you like them.”

”what?? no way, i just think of them as a cute friend.”

”there’s no such think, you like them.”

”no!”

”yes, you do.”

awkward from that point on with you

”everything alright izana?”

you were met with silence as you paused the massage on his shoulders, allowing him to fall back into your chest

”kaku says i like you. but i just think you’re cute… is that the same thing?”

you give him a soft smile and place a small peck on his nose as you nod

”yes, it’s the same thing silly”

Takemichi:

“i- well- i guess. do I? Chifuyu… do i?!”

full on panics

what if you dont like him back?

what if you think he is a crybaby?

what if you think of him only as a friend?

what if…

”takemichi, it’s fine. I can set you up, just give her the note and run!” chifuyu says with a devious smile as takemichi gulps

in the end, he fails, forgets the note, and end up stammering over his words like a child

”i.. uhm.. y/n..”

forgets his words completely

”takemichi, look at me and say it.” you say softly

he meets your warm gaze, suddenly gaining all the confidence he needed

”y/n i like you!” he says with a unnecessary bow

“stand up silly, no need to be so formal.”

Shinichiro:

total daddy

ANYWAYS

knows what he’s doing

he’s sadly done this before with other people, all of which either cheated on him or left him alone and hurt

he thinks you’re just… different

you give the vibe that no matter what, even if it needed to be ended, you would be hurt too

”uhm.. y/n can we talk?” he says, alerting you as you turned around to meet his shy gaze

”what’s up?” you ask, setting down your things

“what would you do, theoretically, if i said i liked you..?” he says fidgeting with his fingers

“is that a confession?” you challenge with a smile

”depends” he says, joining your smile with a grin of his own

“then i would say yes, theoretically of course.”

[thewritingginger]

18+ Imagine Hanma Shuji...

Having you model for him.

Have some spice with our crazy boy to kick off your weekend :3

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Hanma Shuji x Fem! Reader Word count: 800+ words Warning: 18+, Voyeurism, Naked pictures, Praise, Female masturbation, Sex toy (Vibrator), Vaginal penetration, Vaginal fingering, Cunnilingus, Cream pie

Enjoy ~

“Just like that, Doll face. Spread yourself open for me,” Hanma’s low voice instructs, followed by the sound of his camera shutter, capturing your lewd position. You’re laid out on your shared bed, resting upon a pile of soft pillows and black silk sheets, naked, your legs open wide with your hands working yourself between them.

You spread your puffy lower lips with one hand as the other presses your purple vibrator into your dripping cunt –slow and torturous as directed. Your lust heavy eyes look at your boyfriend, his hair messily tied up and wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants with a painfully hard bulge jutting out, holding a camera to his face.

“So beautiful. Fuck,” he says, looking at the screen in his hand. “You look so pretty on camera, Baby. Makes me want to plaster you all over the house so everyone that comes over sees how dirty you are for me.” You whimper at his taunting words which only eggs him on further.

Putting his camera on the mattress you let out a surprised gasp as you’re pulled to the edge of the bed by your ankles. Ripping the toy from your quivering walls, Hanma holds your legs open wide by your ankles making you whine in embarrassment as he grinds his covered erection against your bare center.

“Shu, please!”

“Hush now, Doll,” he chuckles, picking up his camera once more. “I know your little cunt needs me but we’re not done with our shoot.”

Snapping a few pictures of his stained pants with pretty white splotches created by your weeping core pressed against him, “You were made for the camera, Baby,” he says as he finally pulls himself out of his pants.

His heavy length rests tauntingly against your needy center.

“Please, Shu,” You plead, uncaring of how whiny you sound —you know he loves it. “I need you,” Wiggling your hips against his already leaking phallus, encouraging him to finally slide in where you need him most.

“Such a needy girl,” he tsks in a mock scolding . With his camera in one hand and his erection in the other he snaps a few pics of his tip dipping into your entrance, whines of loss fall from your lips as he pulls out after he only enters a few centimeters of his thick tip. When you try to beg him once more he just shushes you.

“Babygirl, you can’t rush an artist,” he says with that annoying grin, “I want to capture that gorgeous cream coming out of you already —Fuck!” he curses as your wall unconsciously tightens around his intruding head. He demands you do that again and you do, over and over. He teases the two of you till you feel him shoot his hot load into your aching pussy. Pulling out, you feel the mixture of the two of you leaking down your asscrack to which he promptly gets on his knees and snaps a half a dozen shots of your weeping hole.

“Gorgeous! Your pussy looks so beautiful filled with my cum, Baby,” he says before tossing his camera on to the mattress behind you then resuming his place between your legs. His callused hands hold your thighs open wide as he finally gives your pussy the attention it needed. His tongue begins to lap up his spillings before he latches onto your clit.

“Fuck- yes!” you cry out.  You feel his low chuckle against your center, vibrating up your spine, clearly enjoying your hold on him—hands pulling his hair, your thighs wrapped tightly on either side of his head.

Reaching between you he inserts two thick fingers into your pussy, curling expertly against your gummy walls. Squelching, moaning, and slurping fills the room as Hanma brings you to the end of your rope. You’ve been edging yourself for the past hour—or however long Hanma forced you to pose for him. With your end in sight you start chanting his name,

“Oh, God, Shuji! Yes, Shuji! Yes -don’t stop!- ah!”

Coming up from between your legs, his fingers still stretching and pushing you to your climax, you look down to see his lips and chin glistening in your slick, his eyes wide with crazed lust.

“That’s it, Doll face. Come for me, show me that cute fucked out face of yours. Your pussy is squeezing my fingers so tight. Thaaat’s a good girl,” he praises, using his other hand to scratch your clit as you finally release onto his fingers.

His fingers over your clit continue a slow circle as you’re coming down from your high, chest heaving and hips bucking from over stimulation till his movements finally seize entirely.

“Smile for the camera, Baby,” he says. Turning your head, your tired eyes drooping open, you see Hanma straddling your waist, camera in hand, looking right at your face. 

Giving him what he wants you shoot him a tired smile, your face hot and fucked out just how he likes it.

Hope you enjoyed reading this!

If you want to see more, let me know :)

💛 ~

~ Masterlist ~

[lucifugousart]

Someone please stop this man

[bluerskiees]

Hanma, (rolling down the car window): What seems to be the problem, officer?

Y/n: Get the FUCK out of my car

[authorluvgxbby]

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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Wattpad: authorluvgxbby

Story: The Delinquent Next Door

[icantthinkwell]

I don't believe this dude would step foot in the woods, let alone go camping.

[fyodxsky]

This is really old but he's my babygirl

[picklooo]

because i used to have an almost unhealthy obsession with making my own phone wallpaper collages..i will now be photo dumping them here to be their final resting place

disclaimer: none of the amazing artwork in any of the collages are mine. i just cut and edited, that's all. the majority of them are one's i curated on pinterest and pixiv. if any of the ones used are recognizable please feel free to credit where credit is due for the actual artwork.

part 1:

[unikittythings]

I have a few questions for the x reader fanfic writers or maybe even the fandom as a whole

1. Why the Haitani brothers?

Yes, they are attractive I can admit that, but they give me nothing. They didn't contribute anything for a good future. Did you all just come up with good headcannons and that's why they're popular? Also, personally they get minus points for assaulting Mitsuya!

2. Why Sanzu?

Yes, I was on board at the beginning, attractive, a bit mysterious character with the face mask and all, but since Tenjiku I was out. And yes he gets a point for being one of Mikey childhood friends and staying loyal to him. But did we even read the same manga? He tried to kill everyone by running them over with a fucking train! WTF!!

3. Are you all crazy?! HANMA!?

He assisted Kisaki in manipulating and murdering multiple people! That affiliation is enough for me to dislike this guy. He's a fucking psychopath!

[rhiannass]

im inlove

Puppy!Hanma having to smell you allllll the time. Doesn't matter if his face is in your crotch or if he's just rooting around in your dirty underwear.

Part of him wants to get caught by you sniffing around in your dirty laundry or being persistent with his face in your crotch. Pressing his nose against your core, even if it's clothed. He just can't get enough of your smell.

Puppy!Hanma isn't even in heat or anything, but he's pretty hard all the time bc he can't stop taking in your scent.

It only progresses to him licking you through your clothes and trying to taste you, nudging at your clothing trying to get it off with his nose. So he can finally taste from the source.

His fat tongue lapping at your cunt lips and looking up at you with those golden eyes of his. his cock hard and leaking when he is able to stick his tongue inside you and taste every inch of you.

And maybe if you aren't too mad, he could mount you with that hard cock of his and knot you 😏

woman I admit to liking Hanma once and you wreck me like this 😩 cw: fem!Reader, puppy!Hanma, ill mannered Hanma, dub con, panty stealing/sniffing, oral, light impact play, mentions of period blood

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fucking mutt of a thing, puppy!Hanma looks like a god damn purebred and acts like a stray mutt with his disastrous manners. You already knew this bringing him home though didn't you?

no amount of training, enforcement or punishment will change the shit manners puppy!Hanma adopts for himself. Ripping to shit your clothes basket if you keep it with his reach. And at his size? Everything is within his reach. There's no tricking him once he sets his mind to it and the reward of your panties between his teeth out weigh every punishment.

puppy!Hanma constantly sucking and lapping at the dirtiest pair of underwear he can find. A pair you bled into when you started your period? Those are his favorite. And with a tongue like that your underwear are soaked before you can even get to them.

honestly though if it just stopped at trashing the dirty close it might be enough. But puppy!Hanma never stops there. No as soon as you're home his head is between your legs.

sitting at your desk? Trying to pee? Taking a shower? What you're doing is simply an inconvenience to him and only him. Forcing him to bull his nose into you more. Snout pressed to your cunt and tongue salivating all over your panties bc nothing is better than fresh. Fresh musk, fresh leak, fresh is all he wants.

slapping him away. Hissing at him. Crossing your legs even tighter. There is no end to what all those 'helpful' training guides taught you. But dealing with him? It's better to just give in.

give into the fact you're going to be sitting at the table eating a meal with puppy!Hanma lapping at your clit like he's starved. give into the fact you can't have people over because you're stuck with your legs spread on the couch. Blinds fully open and sun cascading in while puppy!Hanma won't leave your clit alone until it's buzzing and numb and your walls are clenching around nothing. Yet still he insists on eating you out.

puppy!Hanma who fucks your legs if you don't sit down fast enough. Or tries to mount you if you don't undress fast enough to his liking. Who is an utter fucking brat of a dog until he's resting between your legs slurping up your juices from a busy work day and drowning in your thigh sweat when you're crushing him between your legs. Grinning like the fool he is bc this is all he wants. He wants to live between your legs and ruin your life.

puppy!Hanma who's a little shit to taste you. But wreaks havoc on your shared home when it comes time he wants to feel you more than just around his tongue. Dealing with him has taught you, its just easier to give in.

──────────────────── ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ!ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ!ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ!!!

[stxrmylxve]

Comforting Times

Notes:

GN!reader

everyone is aged up

use of pet names (vague)

tramatic event with izana’s

mentions of blood in kazutora’s

lots of crying-

𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜 “𝓂𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓎” 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝑜

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” he asked as he opened his eyes to stare up at you from your lap where his head rested.

Your bottom lip trembled before replying with a quiet “nothing.”

Though the lip would go unnoticed by most, mikey has a keen sense of observation and he noticed it almost immediately. He didn’t say anything, words had never done anything for him in the past, he instead weaved his arms around your waist and sat there, face smushed against your stomach as you began to shed tears.

They were quiet, still full of pain, but quiet. You had been known to be a crybaby, but these weren’t the normal pained cries; they were comforted.

“Mikey, y-you don’t have to do this. I..I’m just a crybaby.” you choked out, but his hug only tightened around you, showing you that he cared no matter if you were a crybaby or not.

He sat there with you, you bawling while he just hummed your favorite song, allowing you time to let it all out. He knew what pain was, he was in it everyday almost, but his heart ached even more to hear your sobs as you babbled about the hardships.

if it had to do with someone, they were delt with

𝓇𝓎𝓊𝑔𝓊𝒿𝒾 “𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃” 𝓀𝑒𝓃

A blank expression camped your face as you watched a movie with draken. There was no emotion, dispite this being a movie that was your favorite to cry during. He knew something was wrong with you, but how did he ask about it?

He cleared his throat awkwardly, “baby?”

“Hmmm?” you hummed back as you sniffed, a stray tear falling as you side-eye him.

“S’mthin’ up at all or am I delusional?” he asks.

“Uhm.. no. I’m fine!” you played it off, laughing at your own stupidity as more tears began to fall.

“Woah woah hey, you alright?” he asks as he brings you closer to him, letting you rest your head on his chest as he rubbed circles on your back.

“Come on, talk to me. Please?” he asks, not pushing the matter too much, but still wanting you to be free of your emotions and a little more open with your feelings as a whole with him.

“later.” you wail out as rivers flow from your eyes, silent sobs erupting from his chest as he leans down and leaves a peck on your forehead.

“alright then.” he says with a sad smile as he pauses the movie and rubs your back comfortingly.

𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔶𝔲

“Peke J, sweetie, I’m back!” he calls as he closes the door, slides off his shoes at the door, and walks towards the kitchen to set down the bags in his hand from the convenience store.

There he found you, leaned over the counter crying, a pool of salty tears below you with Peke J beside you laying against your shoulder.

“Sweetie what’s wrong?!” he yells as he quickly puts the bags on the opposite counter and rushes over to you. this poor boy

“M-My.. phone.. look at i-it” you babble out between sobs as he reads over the texts, baffled and angered at the things said.

“Hun, you know those aren’t true. You know I mean it when I say you’re perfect. Especially for me and Peke J, right?” he says with a laugh as he rubs the cat’s head, then pats yours with a smile.

“Come on, don’t let them get to your head. They don’t know you like I do. Plus I got (favorite food) when I saw it at the store, it would be a shame if it went to waste..” he says with a sly grin as you wipe your tears and begin to straighten yourself for the food he had gotten.

“It won’t go to waste!” you say, laughing with him as you both unbag all of the food.

𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔧𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔪𝔞

Shuji walks into the door, wiping some blood of another onto his dark suit to not worry you. It was early morning, around 12:35am, but you knew he had business and as long as he woke up next to you the next morning, that is all you could ask for.

He checked on the couch to see if you were there, then the kitchen, then the bed.

“(y/n)? Where are you?” he yells through the house, but it remained idle and eerily quiet.

“shit. did that stupid gang get to them? I’ll beat their asses until-”

You came up behind him, hugging him from behind as you both stood there quietly. The tears stained his expensive suit, but he didn’t care. He turned around and places his hand on your back, moving his right hand which read “sin” up to pet your hair as you both swayed back and forth.

“What happened love?” he asks softly, almost a whisper, when your sobs began to quiet down.

“O-on the way home.. a gang. Said they knew you. I-I didn’t know what to do but they chased me all the way home. Kisaki is in the other room c-‘cause he had to help me home after they hit me.” you babbled out as his grip tightened on you for a second, anger pooling in his stomach.

“Did you get a description on them? or anyone?” he asks with a smile as he continues to pet your head, kisaki emerging from the balcony with a sigh.

“You know as good as I do that it is never smart to ask someone about a tramatic time right after it happens” kisaki deadpans with a scowl as he came up to pat you on the back before walking past you both.

“Do anything to them and I will get the gang on you.” kisaki muttered under his breath as he walks out, making hanma break out into a shit-eating grin.

“of course I won’t, no flying fuck will ever hurt them. ♡”

𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔫𝔞 𝔨𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔞𝔴𝔞

(this one is more intense and longer bc.. plot 😃)

“Ran, I swear to god. Put down your baton and stop beating that guy up. He’s already finished, stop beating a dead horse and come on before we get caught.” Izana yelled as Ran sighs and folds his baton up, shoving it in his pocket before jogging to join the gang to look at the aftermath.

“Theres a few still up. Who are they fighting though? Never seen them before..” Rindou thinks out loud as he taps his heels against the cargo container as Izana reverts his attention to the fight.

There were two men ganged up on you, and you had the upper hand as they had already been beaten by others, but you could only fight for so long before even the best could tire out.

“Leave me alone! I just want to talk to him!” you yell as you get knocked down, your back faced to Izana’s gang as the two men inched up on you.

“You interviened with our fight, let our opponent get away, and you want to get away? Not happening sweetheart.” the men said as one of them grabbed you by the neck, lifting you up above their heads to where you were dangling at their mercy. Tears started to fall as your hands battled their strong ones, but their grip only tightened around your neck.

“is that (y/n)?” Rindou asks, but Izana had already jumped down and was running full force towards the two men, Ran right behind him to take out the other one with his baton.

“LET THEM GO!” Izana yelled as he landed a punch deadset on the man’s temple, knocking you out of his grip as you fell down and held your throat, gasping for sweet air you had been without.

You curled up as you listened to Izana and Ran beat up the two men, groans filling the air as they were beaten with the baton. Something was feral about the two, maybe because of what the other gang had done to you, but they cared about you a lot.

“(y/n)? c’mon, lets go. You don’t need to see this.” Ran said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. As you looked up, you could see Izana perched over the man that had held you, bashing his face in even more than it had been before. mikey stan??

Later on he arrived home, later than both of you would have liked, but he arrived in one piece and with the strength you had felt from those two from your small brawl, you were overjoyed he was home.

“Hey.” he said simply as he put his shoes up and sat next to you on the couch, tilting your head up to examine your neck for marks or bruising so far.

“I’m fine now. I was just.. coming to see you. And when I saw you guys, I didn’t see them. I just.. wanted to see you. Not get you into a fight. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten involved, I’m so stupid.” you ramble about as you tucked your head into your hands, ashamed of yourself more than anything along the lines of being sad or hurt.

“Oh come on, we both know you aren’t stupid. I’m stupid, I should have quit the gang when I became involved with you. I knew it would catch up to us. If any of them ever come after you again, I’ll bash their heads in-”

“Izana.”

“Sorry sorry, I just hate seeing you hurt because of me and my dealings. But if they touch you again-”

“Izana!”

𝔨𝔞𝔷𝔲𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔶𝔞

After mikey had beaten him up, he stumbled home by himself, hurt both physically and emocionally by the audacity and the emotionless beat from mikey.

As soon as he walked in, you went from your normal hug to rushing to get the medical kit for him. You were beyond worried, to the point you were scared of his besten state.

“Kazutora! What happened?!” you exclaim as he sits down on the couch, blood dripping from his nose onto his already stained pants.

“Mikey. He uh.. well we got in a fight.” he says after a while of being silent, which was due to the excruciating pain from the alcohol seeping into his skin as you cleaned up his face and body.

“I can tell that you idiot!” you exclaim as small tears form. There was no reason you were crying, but seeing him, well, anyone, like this was heartbreaking for you, especially when they were so special like he was to you.

“Woah, why are you crying? I should be more than you.” he questions as you rest your head on his shoulder to stabilize yourself.

“You’re just.. you don’t care that you’re like this. Doesn’t it hurt? To be like this? Bleeding and stumbling home?” you mumble as tears paint streaks down his shirt sleeve.

“Well yeah, of course it hurts,” he deadpans “but at least you’re the one bandaging me up instead of the medic at juvy. And even if I might not express it, I appreciate your hugs when I get home and I haven’t gotten mine yet.” he says with a dry laugh.

𝔟𝔞𝔧𝔦 𝔨𝔢𝔦𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔢

“What the hell happened?!” baji yells as he bursts into the bedroom, startling chifuyu and only making you cry harder than you had been.

“They uh..” chifuyu cleared his throat awkwardly “got a taste of a gang.”

Baji walked infront of you to get the full view of your temple with an ice pack on it while there were cuts and bruises littered on your skin throughout the rest of your body.

“The hell? Which gang chifuyu?” baji asks as he kneels down to place his hands on your knees in a sort of way to comfort your pain away.

“Valhalla. Met hanma, and you know how sadistic he is with people.” chifuyu says as he puts away his things into his bag and wraps up the first aid kit.

“Fucking hell. Thanks for bandaging them up for me, chifuyu. I’ll stop by your shop later.” baji says as he ducks his head, laying there on your thighs to ponder all the things he could do to Hanma.

“baji.. just don’t kill him, okay?” you say weakly with a strained smile as he sighs and smiles himself

“No promises, love.”

𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔦 𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔶𝔞

Mitsuya was expecting you to be at a party, but when his little sisters said you were in your shared room asleep, he couldn’t help but worry why.

“When did they get home?” he asks the girls.

Luna and Mana glanced at each other before shrugging and saying “dunno an hour ago?”

He sighed and went to his studio, placing down the bag of supplies there before walking to your room.

Opening the door, and there you were asleep, the outfit he had made for you laying on the floor ripped and stained with red. Your breaths were shallow, deep in slumber as he examined the outfit and then your sleeping figure.

“What trouble did you get into..?” he asks himself as he rubbed circles on your shoulder.

“I didn’t, they found me.” you replied groggily, taking mitsuya by surprise.

“Who exactly is ‘they’?” he asks as he looks back at the apparel on the floor next to the bed.

“mmm… what was the name..? said they were.. Moebius.” you said as you rubbed your eyes.

“Moebius? We delt with them a long time ago..” mitsuya says to himself as he looks back to you.

“Did they hurt you? What is the red?” he asks, motioning to the outfit’s evident coloring.

“No, they didn’t hurt me, just threw wine bottles at me. You can see one of them hit me in the gut.”

“I can tell. They won’t hurt you again, okay? Not on my watch they won’t. I’ll go after them a second time myself if I have to.”

𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔨𝔦 𝔱𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔞

“Hanma leave me alone. I’m going in here, I didn’t invite you. Why did you even walk me home?” he asks as he leans against the doorway.

“Well, I’m your assistant. It’s nice talking with you on the way home ♡”

“You know I’m fine without that so called ‘assistant’ to walk home, right?” kisaki deadpans.

“I didn’t want you getting hurt. Better to have protection.” hanma says with a grin as he towers over kisaki at the doorway.

”Disgusting.” kisaki says before slamming the door in hanma’s face, rubbing his temple as he walks towards the bathroom to freshen up.

“What is wrong with him..?” kisaki mutters to himself as he takes his glasses off and sets them on the counter before heading to the bathroom and splashing cold water on his face.

“How was work?” you ask, scaring the shit out of him as he meets eyes with you through the mirror.

“You saw me and hanma, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. Kisa, is he more than you claim him to be as?” you ask with a quiver to your lip.

A long silence hangs in the air before a sigh is heard

“Why would I ever date that stupid giant, (y/n?)”

“Well he is always around, and not to be rude, but he loves up on you like he is personal with you. You barely allow me to be that close, and your assistant is up on you?” you exclaim, shocking kisaki with the sudden emotion eruption from you.

“I allow you be that close-”

“No you don’t, Kisaki.”

Now that was messed up. Kisaki? You hadn’t ever called him his real name since you started dating him a few years back.

“Just.. I don’t care anymore. Why can’t I do the things he does..? Hug you, pratically cuddle you, lean on your shoulder?” you ask quietly as your lip quivers even more. You held back tears, barely, but you did. You didn’t want him to see how jealous you were over a simple interaction, but it got to you.

His eyebrow arches somehow more than the mountains they already are as he turns to you fully as he wipes his hands off with a towel.

“You’ve been allowed to do that all this time, what made you think you couldn’t?”

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Hi! I kinda didn’t know what to do for a few tbh, but I powered through and got.. this? Should I make a part two??

Talk to me if you have a request! <3

(and yes, the dividers for each character are mine.)

I hope this doesn’t happen but please don’t reuse my works/translate them to other platforms! They’re mine and mine only, but you can use them for inspiration and credit me!!

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I’ve thought this would be fun to try out :3

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