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fuck fuck fuck this is so hot

oops ! wrong number <3 | hanma shuji & ryuguji ken

summary: i’ll think of one tomorrow it’s 2:45 i need to sleep -> hanma fucks u n sends a video to ur step brother, who ur also fucking

warnings: mean!hanma, fem!reader, step bro!draken, stepcest, noncon filming, degradation/humiliation, choking, brief impact play, dumbification, somno (hanma fucks u til u pass out n then keeps goin), pet names (baby, princess) unedited and written at 2 am

not doing a full tag list but @sakusins @t-roki @sano-obsessed @scandescent @bokuroskitten @wakasasucker @akihaya @manjiroscum @kisakiapologist

draken frowned as he looked down at his phone, taking in the unknown number and half tempted to ignore, figuring it to be some sort of troll. he sighed as he looked back up, eyes darting around as he tried to figure out where the fuck you were and why you were so late. you had told him to be there at two to pick you up from the mall with your friends, and you knew how much he hated waiting around and he had half a mind to go in there looking for you because it was nearly thirty minutes past two and he wanted to get back home.

his lips twisted down further as he looked back at the notification, brows furrowing as a second attachment came in after the first, finally deciding to open up the thread with the new number, taking in the sight of the two videos.

he hesitated for a split second before clicking on the first, leaning back on his bike and getting comfortable as he eyed the screen suspiciously. for a second, nothing happened—the screen remained black and the there was no noise, and just as draken was about to turn the video off, he finally heard rustling and a voice.

“hey, hey, hey,” the voice was male, familiar, something akin to dread started to pool in his gut. “stop fuckin squirmin.”

a soft whine, an even more familiar voice, met draken’s ears in response. he sat back up straight, now on high alert, lips pressed together and grip tight on his phone as he stared down at the still black screen.

no. there was no way.

“-ji, what’re you doin?” but your voice was unmistakable, the soft lit that always had draken’s blood running hot, the eerily familiar whimper that edged at the end of your sentence.

“ken, c’mon stop teasin.”

“relax, baby,” the male voice cooed—so familiar that it made draken sick to his stomach but he couldn’t quite place from where, “want you to smile pretty for me, ‘kay?”

“huh?” he heard you ask before the dark screen finally shifted, he frowned at the sudden light and as the camera focused in on your face, on your swollen, puffy lips, on the drool staining your cheeks, on your smeared make up and glassy eyes.

and then on the tattooed hand wrapped around your throat, holding you up in view of the camera. sin, stared draken right in the eye and immediately draken’s blood ran hot, his ears were ringing as he stared down at the video, fingers twitching to turn it off but he couldn’t fucking bring himself to.

what the fuck?

“shuji, what’re you doin?” your voice was half slurred, your expression dazed, and draken knew better than anyone that you were already half fucked out on his cock, having rendered you to that state himself countless times before.

you were-

“say hi to your big brother, baby,” hanma shuji’s voice was mocking and draken could only watch as his face dipped into view of the camera when you didn’t register his words, biting down hard on your shoulder—right over a mark that draken had left on you several nights ago.

-fucking hanma shuji?

draken felt bile rise to his throat as familiar, high pitch moan hit his ears, as your body jolted forward toward the camera as hanma rocked his hips into you, as your jaw went slack and your teary eyes rolled back.

“i said say hi,” hanma repeated, voice lower, less mocking and more of a threat, and another whimper ripped from your throat.

“h-h-h-hiii, ken-nii,” you stuttered and slurred over your words, another gasp pulling from your lips as hanma rolled his hips against yours.

“ken-nii,” hanma mocked, “you’re a dirty little bitch, arent ya? fuckin’ your own step brother?”

draken felt his throat close up at his words, fury racing through him as he tried to figure out how exactly hanma had managed to figure that out before irritation took over the fury. of course he figured it out, eyes tracing the marks draken had left on your body—marks that he never would have left if he had known you were fucking whoring yourself out to any available cock.

tears spilled over your cheeks, “n-n-no! ‘m no-“

hanma’s grip on your throat tightened, cutting you off, a broken cry escaped your lips at the same time as a resounding slap met draken’s ear, hanma bringing his free hand down on your ass hard, “you lyin’ to me now, baby?” he cooed and you shook your head immediately as best as you could with the hand around your neck, “‘s what i thought, be a good girl f’me ‘n i’ll consider not sending him this, yeah?”

your eyes shot open immediately, even in your fucked out state, alarm bells went off. draken’s lip curled up into a snarl as he watched you claw at hanma’s wrist, only trying to stop with the threat of draken finding out.

“no! you cant tell him, shuji! he’ll be so mad at me, put the camera away, i don’t-“

“shhh,” hanma chuckled and draken’s vision went red as he watched hanma nudge his nose against the side of your head, biting down on your ear lobe and tugging it gently, watched as your voice faltered and another soft whine slipped from your lips in response, “relax, baby, you’re gunna cum for me one more time, alright? n then i won’t send it, deal?”

“again?” you sobbed, “shuji ‘s been so many times ‘m so sensitive, i don’ think i can-“

hanma clicked his tongue, “gonna give me another, i’ll fuck you all fuckin’ day if i gotta.”

hanma didn’t wait for a response and draken nearly clicked off the video as hanma propped his phone up on what seemed to be a table next to the couch two of you were on—giving draken full sight of your bare body on all fours in front of hanma shuji, who was practically fully dressed behind you.

turn it off, he told himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it as hanma’s other hand—punishment—gripped your hip hard. he pulled you up by the neck as he snapped his hips into you, laughing when a shaky cry of his name left your lips.

“so between you n me,” hanma grinned wildly as he pulled you up more so that your back was flush against his chest, and draken couldn’t look away from your slack expression—the lidded eyes you could barely hold open, the drool sliding down your swollen, parted lips to your chin, dripping down your neck. “who fucks ya better? me or your brother?

draken hated how his ears perked up at the question, how his eyes immediately narrowed on the screen. a gurgle of protest escapes your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks faster.

“c’mon, baby, just say it. we both know it’s not him, you wouldn’t’ve come to me if he was fuckin you right,” hanma mocked, “bet he treats you like a glass doll, doesn’t know his precious lil princess just wants to be bent over n fucked like a whore, yeah?”

and draken hated that he was right. and he hated that you nodded.

“‘s you, shuji, s’good, s’good, so so so so good,” a barely coherent string of babbles left your lips and hanma let out another loud laugh, eyes dancing with mirth as he looked up to the camera, letting go of your neck to let your body fall against the couch as he grabbed your hips with both hands.

and draken could only watch as he picked up the pace of his hips, dragging your body back to meet his with every thrust, your weak moans meeting his ears and his eyes trained on your slack jaw and knocked back eyes.

“hear that, ken,” hanma mocked and blood roared in draken’s ears as the rage hit him again now that hanma was directly addressing him through the camera, “cant even properly satisfy your pretty lil step sister, how’s it feel that she has to run to me to get fucked right? bet you’ve never seen her like this, have you?”

draken’s stomach churned as sin slid up your body to grab your hair, yanking your upper body back off the couch to bring your face back in view of the camera.

“have you?” hanma goaded and draken hated how hanma already knew the answer if the cocky grin on his face had anything to say about it—he had never seen you like that before. hanma let go of your hair again, letting you drop back limp to the cushions, grabbing your hip to resume the brutal pace, “aw, you tappin out on me, baby?” hanma cooed and draken watched as you didn’t respond, not with a moan or movement, “too bad.”

hanma didn’t make any move to stop though, if anything, taking the opportunity to fuck you harder, faster, and draken’s mouth was dry as he watched hanma fuck your unconscious form.

“gonna fill her up,” hanma panted and draken had half a mind to turn the audio down so he didn’t have to hear his irritating fucking voice, “gonna stuff her full of my cum n then send her right back to you, n you’re not even gonna know til a few days later when i send this to ya.”

hanma let out another breathless laugh, one that dissolved into an obscene moan as his hips stuttered against your ass before stilling against you.

the video cut off and draken’s body moved on automatic as he clicked on the second one, mind numbing anger sweeping through him as the video loaded, showing your unconscious form laying face down on the couch. he watched as the camera drifted down your body to your ruined cunt, he watched as hanma shuji spread your pussy lips, giving draken full view of hanma’s thick cum leaking out of your cunt.

he couldn’t tear his eyes away as hanma scooped up the leaking cum with two fingers and stuffed it right back into your hole before the video cut off yet again.

his grip on his phone was so tight that it was a miracle he hadn’t broken it yet, and he looked up for a second, vision red as he caught sight of you making your way toward him and his bike, smiling widely and waving.

his phone binged again. draken looked down.

18:32 oops wrong number <3

What do you think a yandere Shuji Hanma would be like with an innocent/naive reader? 🥹 (Sorry english isn't my first language aaaa)

Don't worry your english is perfect and this was such a cute idea. TW- Manipulation, Gaslighting, Coercion, Incorrect use of nicotine patch 📸- He is so mean to you, he'll tease you about every little thing, especially if you get embarrassed easily, it'd be even worse for you. Because he's constantly whispering dirty little things in your ear and he'll do it in front of people. 📸- He definitely has a corruption kink, he'll purposely put you in compromising positions with a claim that it's normal in a relationship for relationship too move as fast as yours is. I mean the first week of dating and he already has a hand in your panties? Yeah, that's totally normal baby, don't you trust him? Is it because he's a delinquent? 📸- Going off that actually, did someone say, king of gaslighting? Because he is. He's always making you rethink doing the normalist of things. You think it's normal too allow your partner too go out with their friends? Not without him, it's not normal. It's also so weird of you too want too spend time without him, did you know that? 📸- He will also put nicotine patches on you when your with him, then take them off when you leave him. It works though, you rarely are anywhere without him, the only reason he's not constantly with you is because he has... business too attend to. 📸- He's always feeling you up non-stop, running his hands over your ass and squeezing it, kissing down your chest and sucking your tits through your shirt. He always does it infront of people too, and when you try too push him away, claiming it makes you feel embarrassed, he just laughs in your face. Claiming that if you loved him, you wouldn't a problem with him feeling you up. 📸- Hanma is always fighting, it's not only an adrenaline rush but also a stress relief for him. But he won't let you watch, it'll ruin your purity, watching all the blood spill and the teeth go flying. He doesn't want too taint you too quickly too soon. 📸- Because he's an asshole, he likes too play little games with you. Those games including him rubbing your clit while he's in a very important meeting, sitting on his lap, you can't cum until the meeting is over either. He will bend you over that conference table and spank your ass raw as you cheeks become sticky with tears as you whine. 📸- He can be soft with you though, he likes that confused gleam that sits in your pretty eyes as he goes from extreme from the next. Going from all intimidating and mean to sweet and soft, cooing in your ear as he pets your hair. Kissing at your neck as he tells you that he loves you. 📸- He mostly acts like your stereotypical bully, pulling at your hair as he taunts you and mocks you as you whine, your lashes getting wet and clumpy as little tears drip down your cheeks, whining at him too stop it, but that only makes him do it more, loving the little pleads that spill from your lips, blessing his ears. 📸- At the end of it though, he leads you back in his arms with broken promises too stop teasing you as he lovingly coddles you, letting you snuggle into his chest, holding you tight against him so you don't see the dark grin that spreads across his lips, as he shushes your whines with little kisses and false assurance that it's all just playful banter.

any thoughts on stalker! shuji hanma? (plus if he steals panties he gets extra points hihi)

I have many thoughts hehe~

TW- Stalking, perverted behaviour, obsessive behaviour, invasion of privacy (breaking in)

-When he started stalking you, he took his time too get close to you, because he knows it'll make everything easier on him if you think you guys are "friends."

-He's a nasty little fucker, something about you caught his attention. It could've been that you were an aggressive little thing, always willing too get in his face, yelling at him, that shit gets his dick. He's always loved that back and forth, the thrill of an argument, he's an adrenaline whore, he's always looking for that next rush and it's even better when it's coming from you.

-Or you could've been the quiet type of girl, and he just wants too be an asshole and provoke you. What he has too say or do in order too provoke you and get that reaction, differentiates day by day. It could be as small as pulling your hair or something as big as stealing your panties.

-He loves too steal your things, whether you let him in or he broke in, you're gonna start too notice your things going missing. Slowly, but you're going too notice, brushing it off at first as you misplacing things but there's no reason that you're panties should show up in your hamper with white stains on them.

-He'll steal your hair ties, makeup wipes, old toothbrushes, loofas, dirty clothes. He'll steal your perfume so that he can spray it on his pillows and sheets, sometimes even on his clothes.

-He likes too bury his face into those same perfume-covered sheets as he slowly jerks his cock, burying his nose into the pillows as he groans all pretty and cums from the thought of you knowing what he's doing- or even being there in his bed, tricking his brain and coming to the deluded conclusion that you sneak into his house and get off in his bed and that's why it smells like you. When in actuality, it was him that invited you over and your perfume just rubbed off on his sheets.

-He likes too take pictures of you, some cute, like of you doing daily activities. Like brushing your hair or cooking, even just day-dreaming, your head off in space as he takes pictures of you.

-Most of them are nasty though, he'll snap pictures up your skirt, take videos of you crying, he'll most likely be the one that made you cry in the first place just so that he can take the videos and get off to them later, imaging you crying for him because you can barley take his cock and it's too much for you.

-He'll slap your ass a lot, claiming it's okay because friends do that all the time. Or when you asked him too tighten your bra straps and he took the time too squeeze your tits, feeling the weight of them in his hands as his dick grew hard. Brushing it off with a, "sorry, accidents and all that." It wasn't, it wasn't an accident and you know that, because there's no reason for him too have grabbed handfuls of your tits while a nasty little grin sits on his face.

-He'll pop your bra strap as well, thinking about your little yelps of pain while it's late and he's alone, picturing you having a hard time riding his cock. Coming up behind you as you're bent over and pressing his hips against you, claiming he was trying too get by as you glare up at him.

Riding Hanma Shuji's Thigh

Content Warnings: Thigh riding hanma's thighs (im drooling out of not one, but two holes), hanma scares reader in the beginning, he's only wearing a towel, LOTS of teasing from him, and dirty talk

a/n: THIS IS MY FIRST EVER TIME WRITING SMUT, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND FEEDBACK IS WELCOME!

You whistled to yourself as you walked into Hanma’s apartment, arms packed with groceries. Unlocking the door, you stepped through the entrance, confused as to why Hanma wasn't there to greet you and help with the bags, when you heard the shower water stop running. You realized your boyfriend was getting ready to take you both out to your reservation for your get-together with his friends tonight. Excited to finally meet his close childhood friends, you squealed and quickly rushed to put away the rest of the groceries. What you didn't notice was scheming Hanma, who was still dripping wet, free from his shower standing with only a loosely tied towel wrapped around his lower hips watching you with your back turned to him going back and forth between unpackaging the groceries and putting them away. Hanma Shuji, your menace of a boyfriend who likes to punch people's teeth in for fun, decided it would be a good idea to scare you, with a towel wrapped dangerously low on his waist. He snuck up behind you as quietly as he could and shoved his hands under your (his) shirt. Hanma grabbed at your waist and started tickling any part of your exposed skin he could get his fingers on. It all happened in the split of a second. The sudden attack had you shrieking as you tried to escape when you felt him laugh behind you, trying to hold you steady. “HANMA SHUJI '' you yelled his name for scaring you so badly.

Now he's laughing behind you, throwing his head back whilst still having his arms tightly holding you in place, it was only then when you turned around, back pressed to his chest did you realize that he was wearing nothing but a towel.You pulled away from his grasp in shock. Sure, you had seen him naked before, he was your boyfriend after all,  but this was different. This was different because you had never really taken the time to stare at Hanma’s sculpted body, always being too shy and denying it when he teased you for staring. However, this time around, you couldn't help it, he looked so tempting in the lighting of the dimly lit kitchen. Your eyes studied his neck first where you watched his adam's apple bob in his throat, then to his broad, built shoulders where you could see small healed over scratch marks going up and down his upper arm, hinting at what you two had done a few nights prior. The thought had you inhaling a sharp breath and squeezing your thighs together, as if it would help the growing heat in your core. Your eyes met his long torso next and his sculpted abs had you grow needier by the second. Your sights were trailing lower and lower down his torso till you reached his-

“ahem”. You hadnt realized what you were doing till Hanma cleared his throat. You had shot your eyes up to meet his seductive gaze. Hanma had watched you gawk at him and it made pride swell in his chest, he was feeling powerful, but you were slowly driving him crazy with all this staring. When he noticed your breath hitch and your thighs squeeze together, the lower your eyes went, it drove him insane. That flipped a switch inside of him. He needed you, now.

When he called out to you, you had shot your head up in embarrassment, knowing clearly he would never let you live this down. You quickly turned your back to him once more, covering your face with your hands while timidly mumbling to him about ‘getting dressed’ and how its ‘inappropriate to walk around like that’. He only laughed this off, knowing you were trying your very hardest to find an excuse for staring.

Hanma calls out to you once more voice rasping, “Doll, if you wanna stare, then stare, but dont back down. You know how much I love a challenge” he steps closer to you, turns your body to face him, and grabs your chin with one hand, the other on your waist, continuing to speak with that specific playful lilt to his voice, inching closer to your lips, “you wanna know what i love more, doll? Putting you in your place”. He smashes his lips against yours fervently, teeth clashing, biting on your bottom lip. He slowly inches his knee between your legs and places both of his hands on your waist to grind you down on his bare leg. The pressure of his leg on your clit and the constant grinding between the layers of clothing you have on have you whimpering into the messy kiss. Back and forth he grinds your hips roughly against his leg. You pull away from the kiss for air to breathe when its sucked right out of you because he bites down on your neck. Hard. “f-fuck— too much, ‘s too much please- Sh-Shuji”, God, hearing you so needy and vulnerable really does something to him. “Yeah? Using your words now baby? He goes to plant wet hickies down your throat which only pushes you closer to the peak. Hanma can feel how painfully hard hes getting under the thin towel, he could cum untouched watching you writhe in pleasure, not that he would ever admit that to you. He brings one of his hands to shove it underneath your shirt to rub at your perked nipples. You roll your eyes to the back of your head, scratch at his shoulders and let out a silent scream as you're thrown over the peak. Hanma inspects your face closely while you're cumming, effectively drenching your underwear and his leg. He continues to rut your hips to let you ride out your orgasm, as your bucking them up yourself due to the euphoric feeling. Your vision is blurry and you're catching your breath when he throws you over his shoulder and walks into the bedroom, quickly undressing you. “My turn”. Hanma and you didnt make your dinner reservations that night, leaving the rest to wonder where you were.

Hanma brain rot hours again

hanma likes to cum inside you, he likes to see it drip from your pretty little cunt all the way to your ass. He knows he’s a piece of shit and cant show you how important you are to him, so he’d rather claim you by spilling his seed inside you. That’s his way of saying he cares.

and when he uses his fingers to push the leaking cum back inside you and you whimper and look at him with that glazed look in your eyes? He swears to god he’s in love.