SUMMARY → some people are in your life for a short amount, the hardest part of that is that most of the time you don’t really get closure. you just move on, but once in a while, things work out no matter how bittersweet it is.
PAIRING → hanma shuji x fem!reader
GENRE → drabble, hurt/comfort, closure of a broken relationship
MASTERLIST→ if you want to read other works of mine
A/N → first hanma drabble of the bunch starting with the worst so i set my expectations low ALSO, yes, i did re-watch the movie and it inspired me to make this!
UNEDITED!
SOME PEOPLE ARE IN our lives just to teach us something. To be there for a fleeting moment, just a season before they disappear again and get replaced by someone new. It happens all the time but every now and then a small thing will remind you of them. Depending on how the departure went it will leave you with a warmth or dread.
“This song reminds me of her.” the man said, taking a sip of the coffee you had just placed down. You didn’t have to strain your ear to know where the song came from, “It’s from a movie.” he adds on.
Nodding you take the previous cup he drank, “Five centimetres per second.” you say, naming where the song comes from. “She would always watch it and cry thinking it would happen to us.” he tells you. Humming you whip the table down, “Did it?” you ask, playing along.
“Yeah… but not by me.” he tells you. Nodding at his word you want to know where this conversation would go and as it’s not too busy you have to time to indulge in it, “Want to tell me about them?”
“She’s married now, has kids.”
“You don’t?”
Shaking his head he looks into his cup the heat condenses on his glasses, “Never really dated anyone after.” he says, so softly you wouldn’t have heard him if you weren’t focused on his words. Shifting his gaze back to you, “Do you… do you think if I called her then she would have come with me?”
Taking a deep breath, you think deeply on how to word your answer, “I had a friend when I was younger was absolutely in love with him. And without a doubt, if he had asked me to come with him, I would have.”
“But that’s as a teen, right?”
“Yeah, when you are married and have kids it’s no longer just about one person anymore.”
Humming, he leans back. Giving you his full and utmost attention, “What would you want?” he asks instead. Feeling a little flustered by his eyes roaming your frame in such care, you turn around to take the cups from a different table, “You should call her, Shuji. I bet she would love to hear from you.”
Wiping the table, “If I were too—“ turning back around you cut him off before he could finish his question, “You wouldn’t.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because it’s selfish, you know I would. And you are anything but that.”
Placing your hand on his, “I know it’s you who keeps leaving the present.” you tell him. A soft smile comes to his face, which your eyes can’t help but follow, “How did you know?”
“You’re the only one who would remember me re-watching that.” you tell him. Pressing a small kiss to his cheek, smiling softly at the man that held your heart for so long, “Bye, Hanma-Kun.” you whisper, before leaving to the front again.
“Bye.”
And just like all those times before he watches it from afar.
Title: What’s Taking A Life or Two? (If It Means Getting to Keep You)
Pairing: Hanma Shuji/Female Reader
Word Count: 5.7k
Warnings: angry outbursts, discussion of previous dr*gging, details of torture, mention of blood play (sorta?), gun trafficking, discussing violent nightmares, unprotected sex, MDNI, uh Hanma may cry a lil bit.
A/N: I like when you guys pop into my inbox to talk about the chapters. Pls I wanna know how you feel about this one skdjksj. also Luna, mi amore, thank you for being my beta for this chapter <3
As if he wasn’t already over protective (or possessive), Hanma doesn’t let you do a single thing without being by your side or the first to do it. Meals are made by him or they’re ordered in. If you need something from a store or remember a task that needs completing, he’s barking orders at someone else. He hardly lets you stand, which, honestly, is probably for the best. The wound still weeps red and will for a few more days, so moving feels atrocious. Everything hurts no matter the twist or turn and Hanma sees this in the harshly made lines of your face.
“Can I at least make you a drink?” You ask after being catered to hand and foot for the last handful of days. “I feel like I’ve done nothing but sit here.”
“Rest,” he says. “Get better. That’s what I want you to do.”
“But, Hanma–”
“No.” A kitchen cabinet closes and the sound of a glass being set on a counter reaches your ears. “It should be easy enough for you to sit there and look pretty.”
Before leaving, you yank open the backseat of Hanma’s private vehicle, and grab the jacket you always wear on frigid nights like this. Stupidly, he always leaves his car unlocked , never worrying about someone stealing from him despite his obvious show of money. You’re wishing you had shoes tucked away somewhere in the car too, as the ones you have on are tearing into your skin.
Rin had left as soon as you had gotten out of his car, so you knew he’d be long gone by now. Probably headed home to rub out whatever blue balled boner he had before coming to save your sorry ass. You pat over your person, making sure your gun is still holstered underneath the skirt of your dress on the inside of your thigh. There’s two hundred dollars stashed in your breasts for emergencies, and thankfully you were aware enough to leave Hanma’s with the bag you had with you at the party. You’ve access to Hanma’s bank accounts if you wanted, but you also had one separate from him with your own money. An account he forbade you to touch while you stayed with him.
“Keep it,” he said with a mischievous smile on his face as he chuckled. “In case my accounts freeze and we need extra money.”
Title: What’s Taking A Life or Two? (If It Means Getting to Keep You)
Pairing: Hanma Shuji/Female Reader
Word Count: 5.2k
Warnings: DC, MDNI AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI! Violence, torture, description of body mutilation and actual body mutilation, blood, guns, knives, and kidnapping.
You’re in the kitchen, mincing a whole onion along with garlic cloves. Rin keeps fussing, wondering why Hanma doesn’t have any servants roaming around the house to do the basic household needs.
“You mean to tell me you never noticed?” You chuckle, scrapping the chopped ingredients into the bottom of an already simmering pan. “There’s been no one here other than me and a few guards.”
“I thought he cleared everyone out when we came by.” Rin shrugs. The longer strands of his hair are clipped back with a small clip he took from your belongings after changing into casualwear. “Figured he enjoyed showing you off as his little housewife.”
“He liked that, too!” You push around the aromatics with your wooden spoon, letting them soften and fill the kitchen with a heavenly scent. “But I’m the only person around. I cook for him, clean, and send out his dry cleaning.”
“What,” Rin comes up behind you and slides a kitchen towel around your neck. “No leash?”
Title: What’s Taking A Life or Two? (If It Means Getting to Keep You)
Pairing: Hanma Shuji/Female Reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings:DC, MDNI AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI! Reader illustrates past sexual assault/violence (non-con), and physical violence from her ex. Mentions of a scarification kink, definite manga spoilers if you even care at this point lol, night terrors, and hanma calls reader a c*cksleeve.
A/N: Sorry this took so long guys, I’ve already started working on the next one. Hoping to get things out sooner this next time around. Thank you to both @kentimestwoand@rosesandtoshi for looking over this piece <3
Nightmares are a norm for you; waking up in a cold sweat, tears falling down your temples and into your ears. Shuddering breaths and cottonmouth are familiar companions to your abrupt awakening.
When you were a toddler, you would cry out for your parents in the middle of the night when a nightmare ripped you from your sleep. Sometimes, if things were nearly petrifying, you would wake up wailing, screaming bloody murder, but you didn’t do that anymore. It had nothing to do with being stronger or older, but everything to do with the real life nightmare you had lived.
Matsumoto Souta is the paralysis demon in your dreams, and for a while you could keep him at bay. Hanma keeps your brain preoccupied. With him, you aren’t scared of someone kicking you until your ribs are broken or knotting their fingers up in your hair to use you like a rag doll. Except now, having seen him and been a victim of his antics once again, you’re thrashing in your sleep, screaming out as tears fall freely.
Hanma tries desperately to hold on to you, arms wrapped tightly around your body as he shouts your name over the sounds of wailing.
the question comes from your curious eyes and love that spills all over him, “how would you kiss me on the day of our wedding?” what does he do?
ft. kakucho, ran, mitsuya, hanma, mikey
cw. fluff, fem!reader mostly, kisses and declarations of love, mitsuya owns a boutique in this
an.request! please i had to include kakucho in this T T c'mere bae @https-leoo also, likes and reblogs help a lot and are very much appreciated!
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it’s pouring rain outside. the atmosphere feels chill and you’re wearing the fluffiest socks you own as you sip on hot cocoa from your favorite cup. your legs hang as you sit on the marbled kitchen countertop. kakucho is making a cup of coffee for him.
the silence that occupies the space between you two feels comfortable and there’s a soft smile on both your faces. “how’s the drink?” he asks, finally turning his attention your way. “it’s good!” you smile wide. and he returns the grin with a hum. your eyes are closed as he walks closer to you, your mind wondering only one thing.
it’s been stuck in your head since you saw that tiktok trend the other day and as your eyes settle on your boyfriend’s figure pouring his coffee onto a cup, you think this might be the perfect time. “kaku,” you call him. “how would you kiss me on the day of our wedding?”
he looks surprised for a moment, but you’re able to see the blush that dusts this pretty face. “our wedding?”
“you don’t wanna marry me?” you know his question is based on pure confusion and surprise but you still pout. so adorable, kakucho thinks as he cups the sides of your face with his large hands. “of course i do,” he chuckles and you can feel the love that pours out of his gaze. it showers on you so gently that you’re in awe.
“then kiss me!” your smile is so wide that for a moment kakucho wishes to treasure it forever. you get off the countertop to stand on your feet. “i’m the bride and you’re the groom!” you’re really unable to hide your little excitement when kakucho holds your waist with gentle hands.
“whatever you want, baby.” his words leave you gasping. your eyes widen for a moment when his lips clash so softly on yours. your hands immediately wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. his kisses remind you of the rain that’s pouring outside your windows. it’s soft, tender, and sublime.
after kakucho pulls away with a sweet smile, his thumbs draw soothing circles on your waist and you can feel your heart beating fast, so fast that you think you might be falling in love with him all over again.
“i wish to live with you forever,” he whispers against your lips before he’s leaning closer for another taste of your lips.
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your eyes trail from your book to your boyfriend. ran just got out of the shower and he walks over to you with his purple locks still wet. he’s only wearing a big loose shirt and grey shorts. he’s so cute, you think. you’re staring at him and you only hopes that he doesn’t notice the wide lovesick smile on your face, but he does.
it makes him smile and he throws the slightly wet towel on your face. “hey!” you shout, though it is lighthearted. “you’re staring again, baby.” ran’s chuckles make your cheeks heat up, and you sit upright on the bed.
you watch as he goes to check his phone but your eyes refuse to leave him, especially his plump pink lips that look even more kissable with him so close to you. it’s a pull, and you swear ran haitani attracts you like a bee to a flower.
“ran,” you call for him as you remember something, it’s a question that has left you giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush before. and tonight, you decide to ask, “can you kiss me like on the day of our wedding?”
his eyes widen, pupils dilating and he swears, you have him all wrapped around your pretty fingers. “kiss you?” he gasps as his hands cup your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheeks. you nod approvingly and ran feels the sweet tug of cupid’s arrow in his heart.
“but there’s a little problem,” he smiles. “i won’t be able to stop myself once i start kissing you.” as your eyes meet his lavender orbs, you chuckle lightly.
“i want you to kiss me with all, every bit of love you have for me in your heart,” you say with your palm flat against his heart. you can feel his heart beating rapidly, so unevenly yet in sync with yours. he leans closer, eyes gradually closing as he feels the softness of your lips on his.
his kiss reminds you of spring when every flower blooms at the soft beaming of the sun. your heart melts when he pulls away with a smile. “i love you so much,” his voice comes low, not above a whisper and you hold onto him a little longer.
“kiss me again.”
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you look at yourself through the mirror. you’re dressed in white, the beautiful gown resembling the wedding gown of your dreams with beautiful embellishments of white pearls and satin ribbons. it hugs your body to adorn your most prominent features. you smile, so wrapped in love.
you hear the curtains of the trail room inside your boyfriend’s boutique sliding. mitsuya walks over to you with an astonished face. “how’s does the dress feel?” he asks finally as he turns to meet your gaze. “it’s amazing. i feel comfortable in this.”
mitsuya stares at you with so much love and you wonder if he ever has plans to marry you someday. but as if your thoughts were answered, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you a little closer but still keeping a little distance to not ruin the gown.
“i’m going to marry you someday. i made this dress for you actually.” his words leave you gasping and you wonder how lucky you are to have someone like him in your life. “takashi,” you gasp as little beads of tears pool in the corners of your eyes.
“hey,” he smiles as he wipes away your tears that spill of happiness and gratitude. “you look stunning.”
“thank you.” you don’t realize the time moving as your hands trail from his chest to his shoulders, and finally wrap around his neck. “can you kiss me like you’d do on our wedding day?” you beam.
he chuckles, eyes glinting in adoration. “yeah.” his words sink as his lips connect with yours. it feels like heaven on earth and it’s just you both. his kisses remind you of eternity and lavender fields. so peaceful and it’s a love that’s promised forever.
there’s no space for you to utter i love yous as he grabs your face and kisses you again and again — till there’s nothing but his sweet taste on your lips.
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the blanket of stars fills the night sky as you walk hand in hand with your boyfriend. hanma’s large hands grip yours tightly and you turn to gaze at him with a sweet smile on your face. “why did you drag me outside?” you ask as you remember seeing him outside your windows just a few minutes ago.
it made you close the door and go on a night stroll around the neighborhood with him. “i just wanted to see you,” his voice is low, but the smile on his face stays. “i missed you too.” it feels so peaceful and you feel the butterflies trying to fly out of your stomach.
no matter how many times you’ve talked to him, no matter how many years its been since you two started dating, he still manages to make you nervous. but you don’t realise the bashful pink hues that spread across hanma’s face every time he sees you smile.
your feet takes you to a small park. it’s empty with only the crescent waning moon blessing you with its glow. “shuji! c’mere!” you giggle as you drag him to the middle of the park. “what are you—” he gasps as you step closer to him, so close that he feels the warmth that emits from your body.
“kiss me underneath the moonlight… just like you’d do on the day of our wedding,” you whisper as if it’s a sacred secret shared only among lovers. “yeah? right now?” he smiles, his hands caressing your face as his thumb strokes your cheekbones. “yeah.”
love feels young and you feel the stars cooing in awe as his lips sink on yours. your hands rest on his sturdy shoulders and you feel his muscles flexing as he pulls you closer to his body. hanma truly believes that roses are jealous of your lips — its rosy hues and softness that can never be compared to a flower petal makes him crazy.
he pulls away after a short while with a fond smile. you close your eyes feeling his thumb stroking your lower lip softly. so beautiful, he thinks. and as his eyes meet yours again, you feel breathless and so in love. “i don’t think i did it right,” he leans in once more. “let’s kiss again.”
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there’s a soft summer breeze that brushes your hair as you sit next to mikey on the balcony of your house. it’s filled with flowery plants that you just finished watering. the view in front of you is much more peaceful, which is filled with greenery, and beautiful butterflies that flutter their wings.
the birds coo a melodic song as they fly away from one branch to another and it all has mikey mesmerized. you’re awestruck at the adorning smile that bleeds on his lips. you sigh content as you lay your head on his shoulder.
he hums as you gaze at him and mikey swears, you’ve taken all the breath around him as his eyes are fixed on your smile. at that moment, you look like an ethereal angel with a divine smile. “your smile is beautiful,” he whispers and it only makes you smile wider.
the eye contact you both share is intense as you lose yourself in the maze that is his eyes. “manjiro,” your voice comes low as your eyes avert from his eyes to his lips that long for warmth. “could you kiss me like you would on our wedding day?”
you lean into his touch as he brushes a hair strand behind your ears lovingly. “you want to marry me?” he chuckles, but he feels the erratic beating of his heart, losing all its rhythm and he wonders how you still manage to make him flustered.
“of course i do. you’re everything i’ve ever hoped for.” you think it’s a simple answer, yet mikey finds him thanking all the gods and the universe for an angel that is you. “you don’t realize what you do to me, do you?” you hum at his words.
as you close your eyes, you feel the warmth of his lips on yours, and so tenderly it moves in sync with yours. mikey lets his emotions spill into the kiss and it always makes your heart fill with his love. “i love you, manjiro,” you whisper as he pulls away only to place a sweet kiss on your forehead.
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His lips curl in a smirk as you dig your nails into his pecs and lower yourself a little more onto his length.
“You’re such a good girl,” Draken coos grabbing your hips to support you.
You can’t help it and moan breathlessly as you work your hips to meet his, “yo-you’re too big ..aha..” you meow trapping your lip between your teeth to cover your lewd moans.
He chuckles. “I know, baby, but you’re doing it so well.” He rises to meet your face and presses sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck as you sob and try to bounce on half of his shaft.
His fingers slide between your sweaty bodies and when he presses on your clit your jaw falls open. “Come on baby, you can cum like that too,” he hums meeting your teary eyes.
“Cum on me, make a mess.” Your fingers wrap in his hair as your walls spasm and clench around his fat girth.
When you gush around him, Draken smiles.
He keeps grinding your bud and you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, squealing his name as you end up sitting in his lap.
“That’s my good girl, now you can ride me good” he coos enjoying your throbbing pussy around his cock and your cum sliding onto his balls.
“Stop squirming,” he blows in your ear as you slide onto his thick length and begin to stretch around him.
You frown and try to adjust to his size but every time you take a slow breath your walls flutter painfully around him.
“It’ s too big,” you sob, gripping the edge of the table in front of you.
His thick tip drools pre-cum as your cunt squeezes him sporadically. Your clit swells as you squeeze your thighs together to seek friction and let out a lewd moan.
Mikey snorts as he lifts himself up from the chair with his cock buried inside you, “Sorry guys, looks like my pretty slut can’t stay put,” he coos to his subordinates before bending you over the desk and beginning to fuck his cock into your soggy slit.
Your juices gush out of your pussy sliding between your thighs and the lewd noises of his balls slamming into your wet nub make the other men in the room giggle, but you don’t care, not when his massive cock presses down on your spots and makes you cream so good and hard.
You press your palms on his thighs as Hanma holds you pressed against his groin, his cock spasming in your throat making you gag.
“Fuck,” he gasps, eyes rolling back in his head as he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you off his cock, your drool mixed with his pre-cum holding your lips connected to his thick tip, “you’re sucking me so well princess, go ahead.”
You wrap your lips around his head once more slurping hard before swallowing and working him slowly.
He squirms and moans. His cock throbs from your attention. Your tongue swirls so well over his tight slit that he might cum on the spot.
“Just … fucking take it,” he says throwing his head back and pressing a hand behind your head, “your cheeks full of my cock, you’re driving me fucking crazy.”
His pre-cum dribbles sliding over your tongue and as you choke on his girth you can feel him throbbing heavy.
His hot semen fills your mouth and as you swallow it you finish working him greedily, bobbing your head back and forth until the last drop has left his fat balls and he pushes you away.
His big hand holds your face pressed into the pillow as the fat tip of his cock pokes at your folds.
You can’t see him but you know he has a smirk on his lips as he sinks into you. Your walls squeeze and suck him in as if your tight hole was made for his girth.
“Please, too big …” you sob into the pillow.
“You’re so cute when you cry,” he chuckles, fucking deeper and rougher. His heavy balls slap your clit making you sob and squeal his name.
Sanzu giggles as your cream begins to cover his shaft and a white ring forms around the base of his cock.
He licks his lips beginning with a steady rhythm to drill your slit, “fuck, you like being filled by a big cock mh” he spits out the words as you arch under him and twitch on his cock. "You like it when this big cock spreads your slutty cunt, don’t you? You like it when it hurts, you dirty little girl.“
A bunch of thrusts later you cum on him, your walls fluttering and clenching making Sanzu swear about how you are a little slut for his cock.
His hand wrapped around your throat keeps you pinned down as he bullies his big cock into your tight hole.
Your eyes water and your mouth snaps open as Taiju angles his hips and fucks his cock roughly against your cervix.
”It’s too deep, daddy“ you blurt, sobbing.
He chuckles as he continues his rhythm, capturing your bud with his crotch, ”you’re creaming so .. it’s not so bad mh“ he teases you pulling out half of his thick cock before thrusting his length more precisely back inside your slit.
Your folds tighten and when you finally relax he grabs you below the knees locking your thighs to your chest, his eyes fixed on your hole filled with his cock and the way your belly bulges under his thrusts.
”Mh shit, take daddy like this“ he moans licking his lips, ”so good, take it all.“
You throw your head back into the pillow as your pussy begins to gush and lewd sounds fill the room, ”yes, that’s it, fucking cum for daddy“ he taunts you as he feels you begin to squeeze his veiny cock, ”like a slut, my little slut.“
You arch so well for him and cum desperately, coating his shaft making a mess on him and on the sheets, ”fuck, you like being spread by a big cock uhu filthy girl“ he coo with a smirk on his lips.
