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Cat. 20s. She/her. Shuji's princess. Mainly here for thirst.

[shujiforever]

18+ can follow/reblog, etc. but I probably won't interact with you unless you're at least 21. Blocks are not personal - I'm just too old for ya.

Mostly Tokyo Revengers, but other anime/manga/etc. make appearances such as..

Jujutsu Kaisen

NANA

Psycho-Pass

Obey Me

Durarara

My original posts: #nobody asked cat.

Asks: #somebody asked cat.

My first fic! A Suitable Punishment (Shuji Hanma x Reader)

Twitter/X: @ShujiForever (I don't post much)

Please do not repost any of my works or post them to other sites.

My Blorbos

just in case anyone was interested

If you like any of them too, @ me and we can obsess together!

We'll just get started with the NUMBER 1.

I mean, just look at him.

Tokyo Revengers: SHUJI HANMA

Jujutsu Kaisen: Suguru Geto Nana: Takumi Ichinose

Durarara: Izaya Orihara Psycho Pass: Shogo Makishima

[selenastaylors]

okay besties everyone put in their tags what theyre majoring or what they majored in im so curious

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

It's definitely him, hc sometimes he starts little arguments just because he thinks you're cute when you're mad

[sflow1234-deactivated20240428]

Being constantly horny for fictional dick is such a hard full time job.

[deathgasmic]

for personal reasons i need to be wrapped in a pair of big strong arms and cuddled to sleep

[mattibee]

how am I supposed to reduce screen time when there are literally girls in there

[taloqan]

Hanma Shuuji gif (Tokyo Revengers S1 - EP 9)

[skystreaka]

Every friend group has… a continuation. 

[skystreaka]

Every friend group has… Toman captains edition. 

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hmmmmmmm

Hanma fans how we doing rn????

[emimaki]

We're exploding your honor. He can be my good boy

[horrorfilmdyke]

posting and deleting selfies to gatekeep my prettiness

[kailali-deactivated20250917]

I grew up in a very rural town on the Florida-Georgia line. Like… we didn’t even have a paved main road until I was well into high school. And I am lost in thoughts about being young, wild, and free with Hanma Shuji in such a small town.

Characters are 18-19 for the purposes of this. 100% inspired by my teen years. Selfship coded. Unedited, meandering, rambling. Headcanons? Very poorly written.

Mentions of underage drinking, drug use, fighting, blood.

There’s literally nothing to do for miles and miles around, so you have to make your own fun. Drinking, getting high, partying, picking fights.

Friday night parties on a small peninsula that requires a vehicle with 4x4 to get to. People coming from literally every town around, because otherwise there’d only be four of you. Stoners, band kids, goth kids, rave kids, juggalos… everybody’s at the same party, all the teens who feel like they don't belong, just being themselves in their own skin. The little cliques and their cultures intermingling in the best way.

Getting high together, Shuji shotgunning the smoke with a smirk - his lungs hold so much more than yours - or placing the brightly colored little pill on your tongue, sitting on the ground between your legs as you scratch his scalp, running your fingers through his hair.

Fighting for fun, fists flying. Girls in cutoff jean shorts throwing punches. Blood and bruises, coloring his world. Fighting’s no fun when he has to hold back, but watching you take a stance, preparing to throw the first punch… kissing with the taste of iron on your lips… maybe a round or two would be okay.

Playing manhunt in the cornfields. It’s private property, with little fear of police spoiling the fun. Shuji blowing you off with a “tch” when you ask him to play, brushing it off as a kiddie game. But the pitch-black night and the high-powered flashlights make it feel like something straight out of a horror movie, dashing and darting through the fields, the stalks of corn obscuring everything but the moon barely peeking through the clouds overhead.

His bike flying down country roads at breakneck speeds, the houses miles apart, no streetlights in between. The summer breeze whipping around you both as the crickets chirp in the background, nothing in your view except Shuji and what his headlight illuminates.

The beach late at night, glowing a brilliant bioluminescent blue. Lazy waves tumbling to shore as you strip down to your underwear and swim together under the moonlight. Sitting in the sand, your back to his chest, watching the sun rise.

[kailali-deactivated20250917]

Jealous/Possessive Hanma Shuji x f!Reader cw: biting, marking, blood, bruising, roughness, reader called a whore

“How do you think it makes me feel when you give yourself to all those other men?”

Your roommate’s voice is little more than a growl as he wraps his arms around you from behind, his breath warm on your skin as he nuzzles against your neck, his teeth scraping the side of your throat – a quietly possessive threat.

“I think it makes you jealous,” you shrug in reply. “You claim it doesn’t, but you always fuck me harder, mark me more… when you know I’ve had another man in my bed.”

‎‎ㅤ

“Why? Why do you let them touch you? Why the hell do you let them mark you? Why do you let yourself belong to them?” he demands, punctuating each question by sinking his teeth into your flesh, covering every place another man has marked you with a bloody mark of his own, driven by a desperate need to erase every bit of evidence that you’ve ever been with anybody except him.

“I do not belong to them.”

“But they can have you. They can touch you, use you, mark you. They can abuse you, treat you like some damn object.”

ㅤ

“So why don’t you belong to me?” he presses, greedily lapping at the blood that runs from your wounds. “Why do you think you have the right to show yourself in front of me after letting another man touch you?” With every word, he seems to lose a little more of his composure, his fingers gripping your hips a little tighter, his tongue pressing against your skin a little more firmly. “You’re nothing but a whore.”

“And what about all the girls you bring to your bed, then?” Your words lack bite. It’s a struggle just to keep your voice steady. You let your head fall to the side, your eyes closed, losing yourself in the sensation of his tongue exploring your skin.

“When I’ve had enough of them, I always end up in the bed of my favorite girl… you.” His voice is softer now, but his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. “You’re my favorite thing in the world,” he murmurs, the warmth of his statement brushing your ear. “They could never satisfy me like you do. They’re weak, soft… worthless. You can take the pain.”

ㅤ

You let out a small hiss as he sinks his teeth into an already bloody bitemark.

“There’s only one person who belongs to me. Only one I belong to.” His grip on your hips finally loosens, his fingers brushing across the tops of your thighs. “They’re just there because I’m bored. You’re there because you’re mine. You’re mine, and no one else is allowed to have you,” he growls, roughly forcing your knees apart for him.

“I want you to be mine. I need you.”

[odvunir]

[lias-archive-deactivated2026021]

you ever go nonverbal but like... online? too fatigued to reblog anything with tags or interact with people

[lazaruspiss]

People know that the whole "don't portray [harmful action] because viewers might recreate it" thing is a rule for children's shows right? It's supposed to be shit like "don't show peppa pig playing with fire so we don't get sued if a kid watches it and burns their house down." Not like, fanfiction for adults.

[royalhandmaidens]

here’s to a liberated palestine and an end to the occupation in 2024، إن شاء الله