#shuji

[riderofthewind]

[sleepygil]

obsessed w this messy soup of teenage problems of a throuple lately 😝

[puprdou]

Hi there! May I request Hanma Shuji for your nsfw alphabet event? With the letters: D, M and U, please<3 Thank you! 🎀

May you have a beautiful day!

ㅤㅤnsfw alphabetㅤㅤ──ㅤㅤhanma shuji

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ D──M──U

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he doesn’t have any secrets. especially dirty ones. he voices out every single thought he has—whether or not you’re in public or just by yourselves, he will voice out his thoughts even if it’s about fucking you in the most disgusting ways ’nd positions possible. he truly has no shame, and he lives for seeing your cute face flush all pink, hitting him to make him shut up in embarrassment! he says dirty stuff all the time, at the most random times.. there’s no such thing as secrets when youvre dating hanma shuji. both because he’ll find out all your secrets, and because he doesn’t have any reason to keep his own secrets.

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he’s another boy that doesn’t need much to turn him on. but just because he’s turned on, doesn’t mean he’ll satisfy you immediately. if you’re teasing him, especially if he’s turned on, he’ll sit patiently and wait till you’re the one who needs him. wait until you’re the one who’s desperate, even if the strain in his trousers is killing him right now. although, small things like neck kisses, exposed skin, makeout sessions, or any kind of purposeful teasing are the kinds of things that get him turned on the most, especially if you’re sitting on his lap ’nd trying to be the dominant figure between the both of you, he finds it super damn cute!

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

unfair can’t even accurately describe how much he teases ’nd how mean he gets. it is straight-up low how much of an asshole he is; he’ll kiss all along your body when you’re just aching for him to fuck you already, he’ll whisper both degrading words ’nd sweet nothings into your ear as his lean fingers just merely graze over your clit, doing everything in his possible manner to tease you until you’re begging him with tears in your eyes to fuck you already. even as his cock is straining painfully, he’ll deal with it the entire time, because seeing his little doll being so needy satisfies him much more than you would think!

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────hiiii,, hope you have a good day/night too anonnie! <3

[m00nofplut0]

Drunk Dial

Hanma Shuji x Reader (Y/n) gender neutral

NSFW | Smut

This takes place during the early relationship phase.

Hanma Shuji shuffled into his penthouse, the weight of the day dragging down his shoulders like lead. Work had been a shitshow from the jump—meetings, tension, and enough bullshit politics to make his head throb. He kicked off his shoes and spotted a half-empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the mini bar. Not ideal, but better than nothing.

What he really wanted was Y/n.

But he couldn’t dump all this on them. Not again. So he drank instead.

Each gulp only sharpened the ache for them. Their arms around him. Their lips on his. Their voice—soft and sweet, whispering things that always made his blood rush south. He squeezed his eyes shut, picturing them beneath him. Their legs wrapped around his waist. Their skin against his.

By the time he opened his eyes, his cock was straining against his trousers, painful and insistent. He groaned and unbuttoned his pants, the pressure easing just enough to make things worse. The friction from his boxers made his hips jerk.

“Fuck,” he hissed, yanking them down and wrapping his hand around himself. His grip was too tight. Then too loose. The rhythm was off. Nothing felt right.

He needed them. Not just their body—their voice, their touch. The way they looked at him when it was just the two of them and everything else faded out.

Then a flash of inspiration. He grabbed his phone, pulling up their photo album. It didn’t take long to find the picture. The one that always got him going—Y/n, barely dressed, eyes just for him. He groaned low in his chest, hips twitching in time with the heat building in his gut.

But something was missing.

Their voice.

He hit their contact without thinking. It rang, then clicked to voicemail—just like he knew it would. They were always leaving their phone on silent, buried somewhere in another room.

“This is Y/n. I'm sorry to miss your call, please leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

He inhaled through his teeth, picking up the pace. “Hi, pretty thing,” he slurred, voice low and rough. “Wish you were here. Wish I could feel you. Hear those sounds you make.” He groaned. “Need to hear you, fuck…”

He hung up, only to call again.

“This is Y/n. I'm sorry to miss your call…”

“Shit,” he muttered, jerking faster. “Love you, y’know that? You’re so fuckin’ pretty. You smell so good… taste even better. God, I wanna taste you.” His words spilled out between ragged breaths. “Wanna hear you say my name.”

Click. Redial.

“This is Y/n…”

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned. “You got no idea what you do to me.” His voice broke, his hand a blur. Skin slapping against skin echoed in the quiet apartment—reminders of past nights tangled up in sheets with them. Those memories shoved him over the edge. His body jerked, release crashing through him with a rough moan.

He let the phone slip from his hand, heart racing, skin flushed. After a clumsy cleanup job with a handful of tissues, the whiskey and the afterglow knocked him out cold right there on the couch—still in his damn suit, pants half-open, body heavy with exhaustion.

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A blinding headache clawed through Shuji’s skull when he came to. He blinked against the dull sunlight bleeding in through the blinds. His mouth was dry, and his head was pounding like a war drum.

What the hell happened last night?

Then it hit him.

The drinking. The jerking off. Calling them over and over just to hear their voicemail.

His heart dropped. He fumbled for his phone, praying for mercy, only to find a single message waiting for him.

Y/n: Call me.

“Fuck.” He smacked a palm to his forehead and immediately regretted it.

He tapped their name and brought the phone to his ear. It only rang twice.

Before they could say anything, he jumped in. “Shit, I’m so sorry—”

A soft laugh came from the other end. “Shuji, it’s okay.”

He shook his head, wincing. “No, that was... it was weird. I was drunk and—”

“Shuji.” Their voice cut in, quieter this time. “I… I kinda liked it.”

He blinked. “You liked it?”

“Yeah. I mean… it was hot.” They paused, then added, “And I know you meant what you said, you always get too honest when you drink.”

Heat crept up the back of his neck. They weren’t wrong. That’s exactly why he rarely let himself get that wasted.

“You know,” they said, voice lighter now, “if you're up for it, you could come over. I’ll make you my hangover cure.”

Warmth bloomed in his chest—foreign but welcome. This kind of love still felt new. But damn, he was hooked.

“I’m on my way,” he said, already standing and heading for the shower.

[anime-in-new-albion]

Happy Wife, Happy Life

Summary: Your pride and joy, besides your husband, is your estate. Everything about it is absolutely perfect. And you want to make sure it stays that way. Which is easier said than done when you have mafia executives in your house all the time.

Pairing: Shuji Hanma X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1431

Warning: Innuendos towards the end.

Masterlist

When you first met Shuji, you fell in love hard and fast. He was wild, crazy, and completely free. He knew what he wanted and he wanted you. He treated you like you were the only girl in the world for him. And sure you may have catered to his every whim, but he paid you back in kind, making you feel loved and wanted. 

When he asked you to marry him a couple years later, there was no doubt in your mind regarding your decision. You said yes without the slightest hint of hesitation. It was an extravagant and beautiful affair, with all of Bonten in attendance. You said your vows a few feet off the floor and enjoyed the party of the century with the rest of your friends.

Now, you may not be the best wife in the world, you certainly did try. You were attentive and loving, doing everything in your power to make sure the days went by smoothly. It was easier said than done, considering how high up in Bonten Shuji was. He was either coming home bloody and bruised or he wasn't coming home at all. His temper and wild ways often got the better of him, and you found yourself having to pull him back from the edge too many times to count. Still, you wouldn't trade the life you built together for the world.

Gang life never scared you. In fact, you embraced it, if not for Shuji's sake, but also because you were both feared and respected. You took the role of a vice executive's wife very seriously. You made connections with other high ranking women in the underworld that served as useful links for Bonten. You even managed to get them a loophole with the police and judicial system, through subtle bribes of food and high class trinkets. In return for lending a helping hand with your charm, they gave you a hefty allowance to use for whatever you desired and protection from any and all enemies. You were truly living your best life.

Your pride and joy, besides Shuji, had to be your estate. When you both were pulling in over a million per payload, you asked Shuji to move out of the city. He agreed as long as the two of you still had a penthouse in case things became dicey and the estate needed to be forfeited. You also asked if you could be the one who built and decorated the place, which he also agreed to. Every step of creating the mansion of your dreams was carefully executed with excruciating detail. But you loved every second of it. The estate served as a physical monument of the life you and Shuji made for yourselves. It had to be perfect. And it was absolutely perfect in your eyes when you completed it. You were also more than pleased when Shuji told you how much he loved what you did with the place. The night you both moved in, each room was christened at the insistence of your husband, and who were you to deny him?

From then on, if you were doing work in the city, you were at the estate. Sure, Shuji hired staff to help with the upkeep, but you also pitched in to make sure everything was in tip top shape. At least once a week you hosted Bonten and their relations at the estate to show it off. You were truly proud of all the craftsmanship and love you poured into this estate and no one was going to ruin it or take it away from you.

One day, you were surveying a new shipment of furniture for the sunroom, as spring was almost here. Every other year, Shuji gave you a stipend to change out the furniture so you could keep up with the trends. It was at your insistence that you donated the old furniture, which took some convincing but he eventually conceded. As you helped move the last couch and end table into the sunroom, you heard the boisterous voice of your husband of five years bounce down the hall.

"Shuji? Are you home?" You called out to him.

"Doll! Where are you?" He yelled back. You rolled your eyes before finding him in the front room. 

You smiled and walked into his open arms. He peppered your face with questions as you said, "You're home early."

"Not really. I have to head out soon with the guys." It was then that you realized Sanzu, the Haitani brothers, and Hajime were standing behind him.

Flashing them a sweet smile, you nodded. "Hello boys. How have you been?"

"Honestly, we've been better." Ran scowled. "We got some punks who are encroaching on our territory and we're going to go teach them a lesson tonight."

You frowned at his words and pulled away from Shuji's relentless kisses. You fixed him with a harsh glare. "What do you mean you're going to teach them a lesson? Are you doing something you shouldn't tonight, Shuji?"

He winced as you used his name. "Ah, c'mon, doll. It's nothing that serious. We're just going to rough them up a little, remind them who they're messing with. It'll be a quick little operation. In and out. I'll be back before you're asleep and then the two of us can have a little fun tonight..."

You rolled your eyes and slapped his shoulder. "Leave the innuendos for when we're alone, got it?"

"Whatever you say, doll."

You then turned back to the other members of Bonten. "Is what my dear husband is telling me true? Did Mikey order this little operation?"

Sanzu gave a wicked grin as he nodded. "Yep! It was on Mikey's orders that we carry this intimidation operation out. It's going to be so much fun! I haven't gotten to fight anyone in like forever!"

"You fought with some of the new hires last week." Rindou muttered.

"Yeah, but I had to hold back with them, or else they'd be no use to us. This time, I get to really let loose! And if someone dies, well, it's their fault for being so weak."

Your eyes widened and you ripped yourself out of Shuji's grasp, earning a pathetic whine from him. You pointed an accusing finger at him. "You are not going to murder anyone tonight! I just got the carpets clean! Plus I have new furniture in the sunroom! If any of you get so much as a speck of blood on anything in my house, I swear I will kill you all myself with your own guns and make it look like a suicide!"

Shuji didn't even flinch at your threat. Instead, he gave a wide, adoring grin. He glanced over his shoulders at the other members of Bonten. "Alright men, you heard the wife. No murder tonight."

"Ah what?" Sanzu whined. "But I really want to!"

He lazily shook his head. "Nope. Not tonight. Besides, I also don't want any blood in this house either. It's too messy and a bitch to clean up."

"You didn't seem that concerned two months ago." Hajime gave a smirk, knowing he said something that was going to get Shuji in trouble.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You harshly grabbed your husband's tie. "Did you get blood in my house when I wasn't here two weeks ago? I swear if you did-"

"Jeez woman." His smooth voice stopped you, as he continued to grin at you. "I thought you said to keep the innuendos for when we're alone. Keep this up and you're going to make me-"

You release his tie with a scowl. "You're disgusting."

"And you're sexy as hell when you're angry." He shook his head. "Oh, we are going to have fun when I get home tonight."

You scoffed and folded your arms over your chest. You refused to show him how hot and bothered you were getting. "You have your mission from Mikey to carry out. You all should be heading out. Get out of my house and don't come back if you're all covered in blood."

"Will do, boss lady." Ran gave you a mock salute before ushering the other members out of the estate.

Shuji, on the other hand, lingered for a moment. He gave you a seductive wink. "Since I can't be covered in blood when I get back, I want you in that little red number I love when I get back."

"We'll see." You snapped, though you already knew what you were changing into when he left.

[randomrantt]

random twitter screenshot from pinterest i assigned as world trigger characters

[charireart]

I made these a while back as stickers for an event, they didn't sell at all.

but! I had a really nice person ask what they were from and game interest in the series. That made me really happy and made it worth it.

[villainousintent]

Idk how they did it but GQuuuuuux managed to be more misogynistic than early Tomino. At least Tomino had something interesting to say. Not "motherhood would have fixed Kycillia." What a shit show.