Even after the sun had set, the sweltering heat hadn’t dissipated. It radiated from the crowd around you. Beautiful weather brought the tourists out in droves, creating a heatwave purely from the number of bodies in the streets.
It took a while to push your way through, only wanting to head in the direction of home. You used your hand in a poor attempt to cool your hot face while you waited for the light to cross the street, finally away from the bustling middle of the city.
Your phone buzzed in your purse. It was almost pitiful how quickly you fumbled around to dig it from the void of your bag. Your excitement paid off as a message from Shuji popped up on the screen.
“mwah~” you kiss his cheek and giggle, fighting back the arm hanma lifts up to elbow you away. pushing his arm down, you wrap your own around his neck, slithering in and pressing your lips to his temple. “mwah!”
“fuckin’ hell, baby,” he grunts, lashes fluttering as he tries to open his eyes only to squeeze them shut again, when he meets the searing early morning light coming through the window. “it’s too early for this. go back to sleep.”
“it’s past seven, shuji,” you sigh dreamily, and his brows crease together as you continue peppering kisses all over his face and neck, giggling every time he lets out a huff or tries to push you away. “and you look so cute when you’re sleepy.”
he somehow rolls his eyes at you, even with them still shut tight, and as you brush away loose strands of dyed hair away from his forehead so you can kiss him there, he groans. “i’m not sleepy, doll, i’m sleeping.”
“hmph, even cuter when you’re sleeping, if you ask me.” you return, grabbing the blanket he’s got over him and tugging it away to reveal his bare chest, eyes focusing on the cute little mole he’s got right over his heart, on his left pec — flopping onto him, you land a kiss on the spot, giggling as he gasps, the wind knocked out of his lungs with the sudden impact of your weight.
“get off,” he warns, placing his hands on his shoulders as if to throw you off, and you lock your arms around his waist, placing kisses across his collarbones, down his chest and on his stomach — and his muscles flex at the soft touches. “i said get off, baby.”
“nope.” you smile, batting your eyelashes at him before you continue what you’re doing. when you move your lips over to his side, and kiss just below his rib cage, he jerks — lets out a short giggle that sounds even cuter than usual with the sleep mixed into his voice. “see, shuji, you’re adorable.”
warnings:18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, Dark Content,monster fucking, hanma has devilish features (fangs, long tongue, horns), mentions of death, character death (not y/n), blood, technically dubcon cause y/n is under the influence but y/n is into it, mentions of collaring, humiliation and heavy degradation (skank, slut, whore, bitch), exhibitionism, biting, blood play, spit play, rough sex, choking,objectification, squirting, fucking to the point of passing out.
note:This piece was written for @semisgroupieheaven and hell collab and it is hella late I am so sorry– it was also heavily inspired by the TR theory that Hanma may or may not be a shinigami. I won’t say much more than that cause it involved heavy TR spoilers but it’s one of my favourite theories and @t-roki has an excellent PowerPoint on it if you ever need some proof LMFAO. I’ve never really written anything like this, like this aggressive, so I hope I did a good job! As always, feedback, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated <3
A shinigami’s purpose was simple. Bring death onto humans who seemed to be asking for it. There was usually a rhyme or reason as to why a Shinigami was hunting a specific human. Maybe they made a deal with the devil they couldn’t quite meet. Maybe they were playing with fire and didn’t understand that it would bring unwanted attention. Maybe it was simply just their time, leaving one of the many undertakers to finish the job for those stubborn humans who had a date with death.
There were rules to follow, and laws set in place. Even the darkest beings known to man followed principles so things could run smoothly.
who is absolutely obsessed with you and how cute you are. every single time you dress up in those adorable cosplays for him, he can’t help but want to absolutely ruin you. torn stockings, popped buttons, and smeared makeup look divine on you — the cockdrunk look on your face only adding fuel to the fire. don’t worry, he’ll buy you another outfit but don’t expect him to not rip that one too.
who makes you warm his cock while he plays your ranked matches for you. your overwatch dps rank has been suffering lately so hanma offered to rank you up. of course, accepting this offer meant you had to meet hanma’s price. that price being sitting on his cock while his mic was unmuted, forced to stifle your moans and whimpers. he always got pleasure out of people possibly hearing you when you two went at it. just when you think you could keep yourself quiet on his dick, he’s thrusting up hard — he wants to hear those pretty noises you’re usually so eager to let out for him.
who likes to show you off to his buddies whenever he has the chance. remember those cute cosplays you always model for him? well, he’s not the only one that gets to see them. every time you have your little photo shoot with shuji, he’s turning around and sending them straight to his friends — kisaki receiving them the most. sometimes they’d be of you in cute little poses, others more graphic. those are his favorite ones to send. hanma knows that when kisaki opens his phone, more often than not he’s going to see your fucked out frame in his DMs. it’s hanma’s dirty little secret that he plans to keep hidden. he finds it a little hilarious knowing that when both of you hang out with kisaki you’re oblivious to the fact that he’s seen your pussy filled to the brim and dripping with cum.
who lives for your sweet calls of “daddy” when he’s busy playing his game. you, his pretty princess, who just wants attention from her mean boyfriend constantly. he always takes this as an opportunity to tease you, as he always does. “baby, if you want daddy’s attention then get under the desk. work for it and maybe i’ll hop off,” as he unbuttons his pants. the pouty look on your face contrasts your actions as you crawl under the desk and settle between his legs. his smug satisfaction is clear judging by the smirk plastered on his face as he strokes your hair softly. “get to work baby. we don’t have all day now do we?”, and he returns to his game.
absolutely adores you. just warm his cock and look pretty for him and he’ll pamper you to death ♡.
Warnings:f!reader, mature language, explicit sex, non-conkissing,baby trapping, hanma is sometimes an asshole, unprotected sex, edging, creampie, cum play, cum facial, breeding kink, reader spanked twice, exhibitionism, mentions of public sex, slight manhandling, mentions of marathon sex, degradation, pet names and manipulation. Minors do not interact.
Notes:commissioned by bby @marism (◕દ◕) hope u like it love and sorry for the delay.
Synopsis:Hanma Shuji always gets his way, even if it doesn’t sit right with you—he will.
this has been in my drafts for weeks and in my head for months // 1.9k words
cw: fem reader, hate sex, long haired hanma (yes that’s a warning), profanity, sacrilege, degradation, a bit of angst ig???
“I knew you’d be here.” hearing your voice, Hanma stands up from his seat in front of Kisaki’s grave.
Kisaki Tetta. You never liked him. He was always so arrogant and pretentious. He was an awful person to be around, but you tolerated him, after all by his side is the only place you’d find Hanma. That’s another one.
Hanma Shuji. Loud, annoying and causing trouble everywhere he went. But he fucked you so good. You spent so many nights fucked out, sleeping in his bed while he went to mess around with god knows who. And that’s not all, of course you had to catch feelings for this asshole. It was bound to happen, you’re attracted to danger anyway. When he started hanging around your friends, you knew you’d end up ruined by him. It was Izana’s idea to take him and Kisaki into Tenjiku. You told him that was a bad idea, that they were bad news, but of course Izana never listens. And now he’s dead. He left you here, alone and in love with the accomplice of his murder. You hate him. You hate him so much, yet here you are, standing in front of him again.
“It’s been a while, y/n. Missed me?” Hanma smirks at you and takes a drag of his cigarette.
“You don’t know how much I want to punch you in the face right now.” You dig your nails into your palms, frustrated. Why did you even come here? What was the plan after you found him? You can’t even move right now.
“Do it. I deserve it.” he exhales, smoke coming out of his mouth and ascending into the night sky.
His words irritate you so much. You take a step forward, grabbing him by his hoodie.
“Yeah, you do! You left Izana to die! You left him for dead to save that fucking asshole Kisaki! All of this for him to get run over by a damn truck. It’s almost funny, you know? If he was going to die anyway he could’ve shot himself in the head in the first place!” you scream at him, trying to contain your tears.
“Shut the fuck up. You have no idea what you’re talking about, you fucking bitch.” Hanma grabs you by the collar. His height makes this action almost lift you from the ground.
“Shut up? Or what? You’re gonna left me for dead too?” You keep your eyes on his, glaring at him through the tears.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up. You’re the one who came here looking for me, so stop talking shit. If you missed my dick you just had to call, you fucking slut.” Hanma’s face gets closer with each word. You can’t stand it. You can’t stand him. You don’t know how to top his words, so you spit on his face. It’s what he deserves.
“You’re fucking disgusting.” he laughs bitterly, wiping your spit off his cheek. “I missed your pretty face so much, doll.”
“You have no right to miss me. You and your dead friend here ruined my life.” You say, pointing at Kisaki’s grave.
“You were screaming at me to ruin you, babe. You don’t know how much I think about fucking that pretty cunt of yours for hours, about how damn fucked out you looked after, so pretty covered in my cum.” Hanma firmly puts his hand on your waist, bringing your back to his chest. You’re trapped between him and the stone with Kisaki’s name on it.
“Yeah I used to enjoy that too, until you killed my best friend.” you scoff, refusing to turn to look at him.
“I didn’t kill anyone. You’re standing on the culprit right now, you know? Do you think he’s watching? He never accepted when I told him I’d let you fuck you, but he can’t refuse now, can he?” His hands roam through your body grabbing at every part he comes across.
“Stop fucking around and let me go. Coming here was a bad idea.” You try to push his hands away, but he grabs your wrists, joining them and holding them down behind your back.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want to do it here. Can’t tell me you don’t want to cover Kisaki’s grave in your cum.” You’d never admit it, but he’s right. Maybe it’s a twisted kind of revenge, or maybe you just find it hot, but he’s right. Hanma’s hand finds his way between your legs, lifting your skirt and making his way into your panties, feeling the mess you made with only thinking about defiling Kisaki’s grave.
“Maybe I do, but not with you.” you’re lying through your teeth. You know it, and he does too.
“Yeah, you say that, but this…” he takes his hand out of your panties to lift his fingers, now covered in your slick, in front of your eyes. “…this tells me otherwise.”
You turn around to glare at him, irritated by the fact he was right, he knew exactly what you were thinking. Did you come here to yell at him or to fuck him again? Because you’re not sure anymore. The thought of coming back to him after all he’s done is infuriating, you just want to forget about it. So you do, grabbing his hoodie to bring his lips to yours. He laughs into the kiss, the audacity this fucking asshole has, you think.
“So eager, looks like you did miss me after all.” he says, hands around your waist to lift you and sit you down on the grave.
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear your fucking voice.” you say, shutting him up with a heated kiss, feeling him laugh against you again. His hands leave your waist to remove your underwear, his long fingers finding their way between your folds. You hiss at the feeling, the combination of the cold stone beneath you and Hanma’s hand warming your cunt. He inserts his finger into you, his thumb busy rubbing circles on your clit. He picks up his pace when he sees you trying to contain your moans. He takes it as a challenge, burying his face in your neck, placing wet kisses al over the area.
“C'mon, let me hear you. Let him hear you.” He adds a finger into you, curling the tips in that spot he remembers you liked so much.
“I said shut u- shit” you’re cut off by a harsh thrust of his fingers.
“Drop the act, sugar. We both know you’re enjoying this.” he says as he attaches his lips to your neck once again. His fingers stretch you so good, hitting your sweet spot again and again. Does he remember or is he just that good with his hands? Could be both, but the thought of him retaining those memories, hitting all the right spots he once knew like the palm of his hands makes you feel some kind of way. Did he think of you in all this time? Fuck, are you really hoping he did? You don’t know, and you don’t want to know. At least there’s some good in him knowing how to please you, because as you start to think too much, Hanma bites your neck, his fingers so deep in you and his palm rubbing right on your clit make you forget everything. You’re panting, melting into his hands, legs trembling against the gelid stone.
“Gonna cum? Yeah?” he uses his free hand to grab the back of your head, pulling you back by the hair. “Fuckin’ filthy, aren’t ya?” he laughs, running his tongue to your exposed neck.
“I told.. I told you to shut up.” you say in between moans. Your nails scratch the surface beneath you so hard it might make for a second epitaph. You’re close, so close. And then he stops. His hand leaves your body, ruining your orgasm. God, how you hate him. Your eyes fill with tears. You can’t stand the frustration that’s consuming you right now. And he laughs. He fucking laughs.
“You really thought it’d be that easy? You just come to me and I give you what you want?” he scoffs. His hands grab your thighs, making you stand up in front of him to roughly bend you over the tombstone. His hand comes down to spank your ass as he lines his cock with your entrance, collecting your juices on his tip before thrusting in all at once. You let out a squeal at the sudden flash of pain that traveled through your body. Even after stretching you out, it felt like you were being split open. God, if there was one thing you missed about him, it was his cock. He was big, he filled you up so good that you were seriously starting to consider sticking around. Until he opened his mouth, that is.
“Coming here” thrust “after all this time” thrust “and for what?” thrust “so I would fuck you like you want it? You that fucking desperate?” he presses his chest to your back, biting the shell of your ear.
“Or is it that… you still love me?” he whispers, abruptly stopping his brutal pace. You squirm under him, clearly annoyed by his question.
“Shh, easy, doll.” he coos “No need to get so worked up, hm?” his hand reaches to collect the loose strands of your hair behind your ear, lips ghosting over your shoulder blades. He places a soft kiss on your skin, just to follow it with a bite as he roughly thrusts into you once again. You stopped trying to contain your moans long ago. Your cries sounding through the cemetery might even get someone believing it’s haunted. Hanma keeps his pace, enjoying the sight of your body going limp under him.
“Ahh, fuck… I missed this slutty pussy so much. Gonna fill it up now, baby.” his thrusts are getting sloppier, his deep groans ringing in your ear. You don’t even process his words, you’re too fucked out to tell him to pull out.
“God, fuck.” he stills, painting your walls with his cum. “Fuckin’ slut.” he pulls out, eyes fixed on the hot white liquid that leaks out of you. You whine, feeling the cold night air on your bare cunt, but you can’t form any coherent words. Hanma picks you up, turning you around to look at him.
“Now what?” his face is serious, looking down at you. “You gonna finally punch me? Spit in my face again? Hah. What did you come here for, huh?”
“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know.” you keep your gaze on his. “What do you want me to say? Tch, whatever. You’re playing with me, as always.”
“Oooh, are you mad that I ruined your orgasm? Boo-hoo. Little slut thought she could get what she wanted by just showing up and shaking her hips a little bit.” his words sting. On your ego or your feelings, you still don’t know.
“This little slut made you cum like a damn virgin, didn’t she? You talk too much, Hanma.” you stand your ground. You can’t let him think this meant something. But did it? Fuck, you’ll think about that later.
“Can’t say I didn’t enjoy that.” he laughs “you make a good little fleshlight.”
“You’re fucking disgusting.” you fix your skirt and turn around, ready to go home for the night.
“Man, leave her hanging once and all she does is bitch about it.” he laughs. He hadn’t changed one bit. He was still the loud, annoying troublemaker you fell in love with, and that’s what irked you the most.
“Well” he says as he passes you, walking in the same direction. You can’t see it, but you hear the smirk in his voice. “if that orgasm is what got you so frustrated, you can always follow me home. Maybe I’ll make you cum, for old days sake.”
Tags:User discretion is advised. MDNI, hurt, heavy angst, mentions and descriptions of miscarriage, stalking, emotional abuse, vivid imagery about miscarriages, trophy wife, runaway wife, hiding, strong language, slight yandere themes, panic attacks, grabbing, mentions and descriptions of sex, regret, mentions of Emma, mentions of divorce, one-sided love, a desperate Hanma, brief moments with Kisaki, too many messy emotions in general
Damn. This took hell lot of time ngl (╥﹏╥) It was worth it tho. I took almost three months to complete this because of all my exams and tests in between and was busy balancing my own schedule and concentrating on making myself better. I really hope y'all like it. I felt like I went overboard with the crying here and there but that is justified, afterall, after what Y/n was put through. This the last and final part btw. Enjoy! I’ll link a smol playlist I made for this. Listen to it in order, music makes the reading experience way better, trust me.
|Part 1 | Part 2 | Playlist | Asks about Affliction are open |
By the time Hanma had collected his bearings, leaving the mansion in pieces as the aftermath of his shock, he notices the blue crockery set on the table, laden with food.
He’s shocked.
After some examining, he realises that there was food, and lots of it, and by judging the copious number of boxes in the refrigerator, there was enough to last for one week.
He doesn’t know what to feel.
Guilt eats him alive.
“What have I done?”
He asks himself, repeating the sentence like a broken record.
Hanma sinks to his knees, hands clutching at his head, as the taste of tears register to his tongue.
The only person who stayed constant for the longest time was gone.
Just like that.
Like the first flash of thunder; beautiful in its own fearful way.
The onslaught of emotions he felt at the reality of the circumstances catching upto him was overwhelming. Overwhelming as the events of the day he lost everything grip his mind.
This was the first time he was being frank with himself. The first time he let himself to feel, to kneel on the ground and finally let out the tears which needed to fall. To finally let himself feel the weight of the loss, to revel and bathe in the pain.
To let the burn of abandonment reduce him to the ground and feel what he loved to inflict upon others.
To finally let her see what was underneath the mask of indifference he’d lived under his whole life.
But the thing was, she wasn’t here.
She wasn’t. And by the way her voice seemed to break more and more with each word on the recording…she wouldn’t ever look back.
