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Bad Girls Deserve Punishments, Don't They? | Hanma Shuji x fem!reader | Minors Do NOT Interact | MDNI | NSFW

cw : MDNI, NSFW, mentions of oral sex, submissiveness, explicit words, mentions of cigarettes/smoking, jealousy, male dominative, mentions of forcing reader to use Henma's cigarettes

Just got an idea about Shuji Hanma.

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You didn't even know how you fell in love with this possessive beast everyone calls Shuji Hanma.

And sometimes you hate him for it. Though you come back crawling to him the very next hour

Just Like today, You went out with one of your he-friend. It was a simple reunion between you both, meeting after almost 7-8 years.

But when he found out, not that you were trying to hide it, he was pissed off to no extent.

Thus leading you in a very weird situation.

You remember arguing with him, cussing him and telling him that you would never reveal even a single detail about your friend, knowing fully he was capable of finding the dude's whole life history as easy as scrolling through social media.

Then who knows what happened and you ended up in this situation.

You were on your knees, taking his cock and sucking it like a popsicle.

Him peacefully standing, with his hands in your hair, pulling you towards his cock. Occasionally sending some "All you have to do is tell the name, babygirl" and "You won't get your pleasure if you don't tell about the short-dicked-boy you were with." and many others.

Then you saw him taking his cigarette out and lighting it. You hated it when he used those cigarette. They could lead him to his....you just hated even thinking about these scenarios, but couldn't help yourself.

You were worried sick and tired of telling him to stop or taking and stomping on his cigarettes or taking those boxes and throwing them in the trash.

Just then an idea came in your mind. A bad one.

You stopped deep throating him, removing you head and sealing your lips tight. (Yep, that was your idea)

He looked down at you, one eyebrow raised, taking a puff before asking "Did I allow you to stop?"

You sassily replied "Did I allow you to smoke?"

"Oh, so now you think you are in charge of the situation? Nice joke, now go back to sucking or simply cut this short by telling that dickhead's name"

You moved your head in a no.

Little did you know, how much you were gonna regret this.

He looked at his smoke once before squishing you cheeks between his fingers, puckering them.

He then took the smoke he was holding and pushed it in you mouth.

"Take it babygirl, you definitely don't wanna see me angry"

After you forcefully smoked, he said in a very deep and raspy voice

"Bad Girls Deserve Punishments, don't they?"

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I saw this Image and wrote this fic. Imagine the man on his knees is you.

The image credit goes to ezah💧 from twitter

Yandere Shuji Hanma + Smut? Please please?

I didn't have any fic ideas, so I hope hcs will suffice. If you really want a fic, you can request again when my reqs are open.

TW- Yandere Hanma, Violence, Drugs

📷- Hanma is a tits connoisseur, he loves tits, any kind really. But the ones that are pierced? That shit has him in a chokehold. Especially if it's a surprise and you never gave an indicator. He likes too hop in the shower with you, so he probably found out that way.

📷- He heavily favors doggy, like heavily favors. He loves looking at your face but there's just something about watching your ass fuck back onto his cock. The way the fat of your ass jiggles as he grips your hips tight and fucks deep into your guts. That shit really fucks with his head, and I'm not talking about the one on his shoulders.

📷- As Hanma's driving, he'll slip his hand into your panties and play with your cunt. He's so mean about it too, cause he'll just be driving, acting like he's not doing anything wrong, while your squirming in your seat as you push at his arm.

📷- Speaking of, he's a very big fan of car sex. Whether he's fucking you over the hood of his Bugatti Divo or in the back seat, of said Bugatti. He doesn't care, he loves all of it, your messy slick dripping down his balls, the feeling of his cock protruding from your stomach or the way you scream into the black leather seats.

📷- I feel like all the Hanma girlies can agree that he favors the pet names of, doll, babydoll, dollface, pretty doll. Literally any doll name, he uses that shit religiously. Especially when he's fucking you to the point of tears and you look up at him. You can't even deny how doll-like you look.

📷- He's more of a quickie kind of guy, he'll make sure too give you slow passionate sex, but you gotta beg for it. The only time he'll do it without having to be asked is on Anniversaries, your Birthday and sometimes Valentines day. He's an adrenaline junkie, he gets bored of slow sex but when you plead with him so prettily, he just can't so no to those teary eyes of your.

📷- Hanma is definitely the type of man that loves a brat. He, imo, prefers a brat even. He likes the discipline part of it though. He likes the, bending you over his lap as he slaps your ass with his 'punishment' hand, leaving your pretty little ass all red and bruised. Just how he likes it.

📷- The best sex in his opinion, is the sex he has with you after a fight. It could be a fight between the two of you or after he beats some guys ass. Doesn't matter, he'll take all the frustration and anger out on your poor cunt. Your always so sore in the morning, your legs shaking as your muscles spasming from even attempting too walk.

📷- He knows his bitch is pretty, his bitch is the baddest bitch. So because your so fucking pretty, he's aware that you'll get a lot of attention. That doesn't stop him from breaking the jaws of the men that give you, said attention though. He gives so little of a fuck that he will finger-fuck you and make you cum as he keeps eye-contact with one of the guys that thought it was okay to eye your ass in that little dress that, Hanma himself, bought you.

📷- High sex is the best sex, according to Hanma anyway. He'll give shotguns as you bounce on his cock, the pretty nails that he paid for scratching down his chest and stomach, while you blow the smoke back in his face with a giggle. Your slick, pouty lips wrapped around the blunt as you inhale and blowing it in the air as your head falls back.

soooooooooo, fem! shuji hanma! x fem! reader?? 👉🏻👈🏻 (thank u for answer btw!! i will request later some emma headcanons heheh)

-She's so tall, standing at about 5'11, she's much taller then most of the men she fights and she finds it too be so funny. She's got a really nice figure as well, tiny waist with long legs and the prettiest hands that have knuckles that are always covered in blood and bruises

-She's so fucking mean, too literally everyone, and she's so cocky about everything. Especially about, men specifically, underestimating her because she's a girl. So when a man gets handsy with her, she beats his ass. As the man lays bloody and bruised on the floor, his face twisted in disbelief as she laughs in his face.

-She gets her nails done, but never long because she can't fight as well and she always complains about how she really doesn't understand how people wipe their ass with nails that long. She does like when you drag those claws down her back though, the pain makes her head all foggy.

-She's so mean when she sits on your face, because she doesn't just sit, she fucks. She will fuck your face, with no break, she only lets up when she's cum. She'll grab the back of your head and push you closer as she rides your tongue, saying the meanest things to you as she feels your tongue slip inside of her.

-Her hair is pretty too, she has that kind of e-girl style, her hair brown with blonde strands in the front, she lets them hang out when she ties her hair back, she does add more blond streaks later on because she likes it so much. While she likes too keep her hair short, she grew it out because she liked when you pulled on it. She always has you bleach her roots for her because she doesn't know what's she doing and her hair has fallen out when she fell asleep with the bleach in before.

-She's the meanest on her period, her cramps get so bad too the point where she can't walk so she likes too have you take care of her. Her period is pretty short but it's always so bad. She also thinks it's kinda cute when your period sinks up with hers. She derives a sick kind of pleasure when you suffer with her.

-She doesn't wear skirts, dresses on nice occasions, but she hates skirts. They're so uncomfortable for her, she much rather prefer too wear sweats and leggings. They're easy for her too move around in and she fights better, have you ever tried too smash someones teeth down their throat in a skirt? Well, she has and she couldn't move around at all, she also hates heels, again for special occasions but even then she quickly grows tired of them and always has slides in the car.

-She loves using straps on you, she knows she fucks you good already, but when your face twists into pure ecstasy, it makes her fuck you harder, and it's so much fun for her. With the different lengths girths, she doesn't just fuck you with it though, she makes you suck it off. Watching your lips wrap around the silicone head as she fucks your throat with it, the harness around her waist as you sit between her legs, her hand bobbing your head as she throws her back, it's as if she can really feel it.

-It's so easy for her too go into the dressing room with you, and people are none-the-wiser as she has her finger deep in your soft cunt, your hands against the mirror as your face is squished against the glass, her other hand covering your mouth too prevent you from being too loud.

b-bully Hanma….big meanie head who flips your skirt up in front of everyone and knocks your books out of your arms so he can watch you bend over in front of him…

Oh yeah, Hanma would definitely fit this troupe because he's just so mean. He canonly thrives off chaos and is prone too boredom so when he finds you.. so soft and too sweet for your own good, he gets this sick kick out of bullying you and being so fucking mean as he takes pictures up your skirt when you bend over too pick up the books that he knocked out of your arms. He's just... such an asshole and it's not even like he's being playful when he does those things, he's just doing them because he likes how your eyes well with tears as he flips your skirt up and tells you how slutty it is that you're wearing a thong.. around all these people especially. He's genuinely such an asshole and I love him.

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS... your tits obsessed boyfriend is simply uncapable to leave you alone and the truth pains his heart how you need some alone time. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT... 1,1k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... sfw, fluff, final timeline!shuji, boyfriend!shuji, slight angst, female reader, mentions of female bodyparts (tits) ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

a/n: random drabble bc while a couldn't sleep.

this week was tiring. tiring like nothing you could’ve imagine in those past years of yours. going through this again would be a torture invented by satan himself to make you regret even your existence. and like this, you were laying on the bed, some loose white shirt effortlessly thrown over your upper-body, showing your back’s outline faintly, facing downwards, sighing into the pillow what was nearly suffocating the breath out of you until you heard the door open then shutting back almost immediately.

“sweets, y’know what i told you about people who lay on their chests.” you could practically hear that shit eating grin he had on his face as he scolded you —or at least pretended to, just to seem like the caring boyfriend he deep down is— a groan from your throat, muffled against the pillows.

“hamna.” this probably wasn’t the time you were in for jokes or his stupid advices thrown around in the air. he raised one eyebrow —though you still didn’t face him, you heard the killing silence in the room— shuji placed one of his hands on his hips, bucking it forward slightly and cocking his head. “i’m not in the mood for your stupid stuff..” you broke the silence, trying to shoo him shu away, but you love him. you love him truly, he always tried to accommodate you, your feelings, your thoughts, your mood-swings.

he raised his hand which was hanging low on his side in a defending manner “‘kay, ‘kay girl… goddamn..” now it was shuji’s turn to let out an exhale. “i just don’t want those pretty tits of yours hurt, y’know—” you went nuts to his words, pushing yourself away from the cushions by your hand, jaw clenching. you were pretty close to snap at him in any minute, but unfortunately for you, he continued “besides! i— uhh— i don’t want your back to— uhh— hurt. yeah—… yeah! that’s right!” the taller male’s voice didn’t break, it was as steady as before but with a little raise of his tone, “don’t be mad, sugar, just listen to me, yeah? i want your body to be as healthy as… possible… yeah..” after he finished his sentence, he couldn’t resists the urge by now, neither tried and a laugh fell from his lips. you turned slowly your head in his direction as you listened to his concern about your posture. he made his way next to you and felt the mattress shrink just beside you as you pushed your face back into the pillow’s warm and safety to try and not to get even a glance at this man at the current moment.

then silence sat between you, he just waited minutes for you to act and you also waited minutes for him to leave. it was all so beautiful and calm and quiet until.

“you’re not going to leave, are you?”

“that’s right, girl.”

a few mumbled curses sinked into the silk beige colored pillowcase which you would kill for at the moment but even so, your dear boyfriend’s request were much more important. so in defeat you rolled over, your side hitting his arm with which he leaned on in his sitting position “happy now, fucker?” you grumbled, lips in thin line and eyes smoothly rolling in annoyance. another grin curled up on his face, you examined his features, wet black and blonde locks now sticking to his forehead, taking up space so that he barely could see through past them. the thin black shirt’s edge danced on his collarbone, orbs almost piercing through you, since you know how much cockiness and arrogance that bastard held in his thick skull which you could never crack, you knew how he would rather die than breaking eye contact and seem even just by a little bit weaker than you. therefore he mocked you instead when you were the one averting his gaze, just like now. you were on the verge of pulling all his hair out from his scalp with a quick movement but decided to take it easy and simply ignore him.

“i knew you would do that.” he starts again.

“don’t speak to me.”

“you’re at it again huh..” and in this moment you looked back at his face, seeing him now frown. your heart sank as you couldn’t decide how he truly was hurt or it was just another one from his schemes to make you feel pity towards his dear soul. he seemed bitter, it happened more and more often. how you were nothing close to kind and gentle when your mind and body was drained from work, it just left him sorrowful and the thought of him not being able to help or even cheer you with puns was a fear he always had. he missed and longed again for those times your laughter painted the walls and not yells that was closer to nails on chalkboard than anything ‘soft’.

he nodded, his fingers scratching the back of his neck, shuji faced away and gulped down a lump on his throat. “okay.. i get it.. you can talk to me if you decide to, anytime, just so you know.” his voice falters, internally reminding himself yet again to not run his mouth without any thinking. from instincts, you grasped your fingers around his wrists, with the intent keeping him in his place.

in an instant he hovered back over you, just as if your touch erased all of his earlier thoughts from his head of leaving you alone. his arm freed themself easily from your grip and his hands landed on both of your sides. shuji sat there, somehow still pinning down your relaxed body, you facing towards him.

you moved your arm past his, and cupped his cheeks hesitantly, almost as if he’s going to be hurt by your feather-light touch. he shut his eyes close, enjoying your scent, your skin’s feelings on his face. it burned deep inside his memory, stored away in the deepest and most hidden places of his mind. to remember it, to remember you, on the days when you’re not there, if fates decides that you must continue your ways separately. even though he still doesn’t probably won’t even know what to do—

“what’re you thinking about, shuji?” his eyes went wide, lips still trembling, but only listening to your voice now. you could read him, like an open book placed in front of you. you asked him, what’s he thinking about, but in reality you already knew, you already knew how paranoid he was about losing you, about forgetting you one day in the future. the depths were crazy, he found himself go to keep you. it left you shocked, thinking he would not be able to love someone truly and right in this lifetime.

“well—”

“i won’t leave you.”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!