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[todayisafridaynight]

Is it funnier if:

Shishido tunes in to the VTuber's broadcast knowing he'll fume about exposing Kiryu being his idea first

Shishido is already a fan of the VTuber and tunes in as normal only to fume about exposing Kiryu being his idea first

Shishido is the VTuber

SHISHIDO IS THE VTUBER

[jaegerpilotmax]

Thumbnails vs finals inktober 2022

Forgot I made some of these! I thought it’d be fun to scan some of these and show you the loose sketches and ideation that happens before I tackle the final drawing

[troius]

The Soul King didn't react to Yhwach stabbing him in the chest, and he doesn't react to Ichigo cutting him in half, either. This must convey some information, I just can't tell what it is.

[stardustedknuckles]

There are a couple of things I would change about my job given the chance but at the end of the day I gotta say, I'm probably at least in the right field of work. I spend all day picking up dog shit, mopping after them, cleaning blood and various mystery substances off of them, pulling them off of each other (humping or fighting) and I still look at my phone when I'm exhausted in bed and see a video of a dog and go awww instead of thinking If I See Another Fucking Dog I'm Gonna Throw Myself Into The Ocean.

[embraceyourdestiny]

OHHHHH MY LIFE IS STILL UNPAINTED

[rickys-crypt]

"just the tip."

t. mitsuya, s. kawata, t. shiba

Inspired by this post by @slttygeto.

18+ content ahead, Minors Do Not Interact

Warnings : 'just the tip' excuse, bottom!reader, hinted established relationship w Mitsuya, Mitsuya is kind but also incredibly horny, casual sex, secret pervert Angry, Taiju is a bully, Taiju has a horsecock, (barley) implied friends w benefits w Taiju, Taiju (barley) preps you

Takashi Mitsuya

"Mmm, Taka!"

Takashi Mitsuya was sweating.

He'd been the one to talk you into only letting him stick the tip in, swearing up and down that he wouldn't go any further, but he could feel you clenching around him, *begging* for more of his cock, and as the seconds ticked by he found it harder he found it to resist. Maybe just a couple more inches; that wouldn't be too bad…

"Ahh! Takashi!"

Your eyes snapped back to his in surprise as you felt him fill you completely.

'M sorry, baby."

He whined out as he began to thrust quickly.

"I could feel how much you wanted me, and I couldn't resist."

You felt yourself nodding along, barely able to think about much more than the feeling of almost being split in half by his heavy cock.

“This is okay, right? Doesn't it feel so good?”

He grunted, effortlessly pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good for me. Like you were made for my cock.” 

As he continued, you couldn't bring yourself to be anything but in agreement.

He was right. He usually was when he had you under him.

Angry | Souya Kawata

Souya Kawata was a sneaky bastard.

Sure, he shared that with his brother, but while with Nahoya, you could usually sus out what he was thinking or planning, his brother was much better at hiding things.

So, you could be forgiven for not expecting things to go as far as it did.

It started with him offering a massage. This wasn't the weird part necessarily, as when you'd learned how to massage from an ex, you'd taught him and his brother as soon as you'd broken up, and offering them on a long day wasn't unheard of.

No, what was weird was how eager his fingers seemed to clutch at your flesh, especially your chest. As he spread the oil, you felt every stroke of his fingers on your nipples. 

You were also having a hard time ignoring how hard he was as he pressed against you. Eventually, as his hands slid between your legs, he finally made his intentions known.

"Please... I just wanna be inside you a little bit. Just the tip for a little while. Please?"

You thought about it. He'd done an excellent job with his massage, and you could feel his cock starting to throb. You shrugged. It wouldn't be too bad to reward him, right?

Of course, Souya Kawata was a sneaky bastard, and before you knew it, you could feel yourself being pressed into the mattress as his hips snapped into yours.

"Sou, what- mhm! -happened to just- ahh! - putting the tip-!"

The way he panted into your neck made your eyes roll back.

"Couldn't fucking hold back. Not when it comes to you.”

Taiju Shiba

Taiju Shiba was a bully at the best of times, and no one knew it better than you, his childhood friend.

It hadn't been as bad when you were young. He'd been the one to lead you into shenanigans, and you'd often followed, but he usually listened to you if you told him he was going too far. But he'd changed a lot when his mom died.

People called you his partner often because he was marginally nicer to you than most, and he'd gotten in more than one fight on your behalf. But you weren't sure if that was true. It felt more like you let him take his frustration out on you, and in exchange, he sometimes listened to you and didn't get pissed when you argued with him.

Of course, he never purposely laid a hand on you in violence. No, he had sworn he never would again after the first time he'd choked you a bit too hard, and he'd stuck to it. But when everyone drove him insane, burying himself deep in you was his only solace. So when he invited himself over, you knew what to expect.

He always started softly, only manhandling you into his lap and leaving his kisses and strokes where he could reach.

"Sweetheart, I need you. You gonna help me out? Just the tip. I swear. You trust me, right?"

You found yourself with your back pressed against the couch, whines and moans spilling out as his thick fingers stretched you out. Taiju was the only one you'd ever been with, and you knew firsthand that he wasn't overdoing his prep. Even just the head of his cock was so thick that it could stretch you out. Eventually, his fingers were replaced by the air, and as you watched him line himself up with your hole, you knew he was not going to stop at just the tip.

Sure enough, you were whining and clutching at him as he managed to push himself farther than the couple of inches he'd promised.

"It's not gonna fit! Taiju! It's too big!”

You felt his hands clamp down on your hips to hold you in place and groaned, knowing you'd have bruises there later. You looked up at him, recognizing the look in his eyes that told you that you'd be here for the next couple of hours, at the very least.

"It's gonna fit. I'm gonna make it fit.”

[legofemme]

Ppl who know more abt dog breed mannerisms do all shibas have terrible aggression problems or have i just had bad luck w every shiba ive met

[shaisuki]

📌 day four: body worship + taiju shiba

for a man who can easily destroy someone with his fist, he sure is tender with you. treating you like you were a fragile glass. easy to break, cracking under the pressure of a touch.

taiju can be everything but he doesn't fit in the definition of gentle and befitting the synonyms of soft. he's rough, brutal, a sadist. who relishes in the cries of his opponents, laughs at someone's demise and no ounce of mercy to his enemies. took a hundred of beatings still he wasn't one on the floor bleeding as they cling for their life. you saw how violent he can be and how dangerous he is and if he allows it, he can hurt you in many way but taiju was never the reputation he upholds when it comes to you.

the room's dim but it was enough to see each other in his spacious bedroom. sitting in the foot of his king-sized bed, wearing a sheer silk night gown. the length stopping at the middle of your thighs and the man who claims to be your lover towers over your form. silent and calm unlike to his usual expression that is ready to snap at any moment and to crush the bones of whoever provoked him.

he leans down to cup your face. not doing anything but to admire the soft features of your face. the innocence is plastered on them and he slowly kneels in front of you. his hulking figure still dwarfing over you despite being in the half of his height.

the former leader of the black dragon is kneeling in front of you. it was like a sinner and you were the saint he's confessing his sins to. praying for forgiveness and was ready to do whatever you want just to bestow the forgiveness he longs for and you were baffled. taiju had never shown you this side of his despite the multiple intimacies you both shared. he was dominating. controlling whatever he set in motion and you will only be molded as he wants.

“taiju?” you call out to him. confused at what he was doing. you were nervous about it. the swirls of his tribal tattoos are a delight to see in his skin. everything's huge about him. hus muscles bulging at whatever place it was meant to be. he didn't respond to the call of his name. the low rumble akin to a growl coming to his throat is all you received.

a woman like you should be worshipped. it took him many tries and blamed it on to his blindness of the truth. took him a long time to fully see what really you are in his eyes and he was on the brink of insanity how he have ignored you for long and as an act of repentance for the sin he committed. he will adore you, rever in your presence and he'll reach the heaven with you.

he knelt before you. cradling your foot in his hands. raising it for him to kiss it. his lips brushing to your toes. he slowly ascents to where your calf is. his nose brushing on the skin and leaving featherlight kisses. his rough palms grabbing the flesh in your calf before putting your foot on the ground again. your breath hitched when he looks at you lwith those golden yellow eyes of his. his gaze leaving yours to resume kissing all the place untouched by his lips.

you were slowly losing yourself when you feel him nibble the skin inside your thighs. his palms splayed to the surface of your outer thighs and it made you giggle a bit. the size of his huge hands isn't enough to cover the expanse of your thighs doubling in size at the placement.

the small lingering touches was enough to drive you crazy but to taiju, it wasn't enough. he needs to feel every inch of you. show that every part of your body is loved. despite the callousness in his hands from years of brawling, he knows the every bump of your body. the scars and the stretch marks decorating your thighs like it was lighting streaks. he made sure they are kissed, properly worshipped. it belongs to you and when taiju decided that he loves you, loving you wasn't enough. he needs to breath in the air as same as you and if you decide to betray him like what delilah did to samson, he'll ask you to do it again. the difference you weren't delilah and he wasn't samson. if you can't love him, what's the point of his life.

the strange feeling and yet, familiar slowly engulfs him. the coldness of your skin warm against him. he hears every breath you take from his ministrations and the low curse coming from your sweet mouth. he slowly lifts up your nightgown. revealing your soft, fat pussy glistening in wetness of your own slick.

his large hand grabs the underside of your thighs and lifts it up, placing your soft legs in his shoulders. the skin in your thighs are smooth. he just rubs his cheek to feel them before taking a lick until his tongue slowly inches towards your glistening cunt. slow, deliberate licks are what his tongue are capable of, he can do better than this but he only wanted to take it slow this time. feel the softness and the taste in his tongue. warm and saccharine sweet it is and he stops. it's only a taste and he can do more of it later.

he must be god's favorite child. the divine one have given him you and despite all the things that he had done — he was blessed with you and taiju was more than happy to please you with whatever your heart desires. spoils you to the highest of heavens that there's always a smile on your face.

the bed dips with the added weight of his body. hovering above you was taiju. the blue and white strands of his hair dangles above you. his stare intense while looking at his wife beneath him. he could lose his self forever to you before that he needs to feel you. worship you with his lips that you will know tonight and for the rest of the days that he's only devoted to you and only you.

the straps of your night gown is flimsy similar to a thread to his large hands as he slid them down from your shoulder to your arms. slipping it off below your body until your upper body is exposed to him and taiju known for his appetite, licks his lips in delight. he leans down to meet the soft skin of yours begging to be licked and touched by him. leave them with his hickeys and bruises. a reminder that it belongs to him. a lifetime of devotion a man can give to someone but to taiju, a night of devotion to you is worth a lifetime. and he had loved you for many lifetimes that could exist.

taiju leans down. the tip of his nose brushing to the pulse in your neck. descending down to your collarbones covered by your supple skin and then his lips dragging between your breast and stopping until he reaches your round stomach.

the flesh around the areas flat when you're laying in your back but in the slightest movement it moves. it ripples and it jiggles and you feel hot under the gaze of your husband. he had shown you many times how much he loves the part that you sometimes deemed as ugly but it was his favorite and you let him do whatever he wants with it.

the flesh spills in his thick fingers when he grabs them and taiju revered on it. he makes sure to love this part of your body the same he loves. so he makes love to it. his tongue's hot. leaving hot trail marks, he sucks on the parts where your stretch marks is prominent. kissing the scars on them and he didn't stop until he was contented.

the weight of your body is he welcomed a long time ago. you were only a mere centimeters taller than him in this position. his lap as your seat. eye leveled with your chest and this is the only time you can look down on him. his hand rubbing circles on your plush stomach and other is on your back.

“fucking divine.” he speaks and you've gone bashful when he compliments you. there is nothing more beautiful to taiju with your expression. he kisses you on your jaw and groaning when you tug on his hair. “make love to me, tai.” you murmur. kissing his cheeks and he melts at it. a man's weakness is his wife.

grinding on his erection, soaking it with your juices and he curses cause you're asking so sweetly for him and what kind of man he is if he couldn't give what you want and with the guidance of his hands, you finally sank to his cock. he slowly moves his hips. kissing your arms and then, then.... he couldn't think no more. being plagued by his thoughts of you and this sensation that he's connected to you.

he wants it to be like this every night and day and he'd worship you again and again until his last breath.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 18: CBT

Author's Note: Thank you, Souya anon, for forever altering my brain with your thirst. I haven't been able to stop thinking about bullying Hakkai since you sent that 🥴

Pairings: Hakkai x male reader

Warnings: Mean dom male!reader, sub!Hakkai, CBT, bullying kink, degradation, Reader is supposed to be a rival gang leader/captain

Prompt credit: wylerkinktober 🧡

“I thought you were s'posed to be tough. Or are ya all bark and no bite?” you taunt, shifting more weight forward to your foot as it presses against the man's crotch. You've never seen someone more pathetic than him. A single tear streams down his face, and you can't entirely stifle your laugh as you watch him.

“Tell me,” you begin again, “what exactly are my men so scared of?” Hakkai inhales sharply when you twist your foot, grinding your boot against his semi-hard dick. Another tear threatens to spill, and it takes all of his willpower to prevent that from happening. “–because all I see is a crybaby who can't even handle one man all by himself.” you spit. Another twist sends him into a fit of whimpers and cries, struggling to stay propped up on his elbows.

You step off of him, standing tall while you watch his shaky form curl in on itself. A chuckle erupts from your throat, but it dies just as quickly as your eyes land on the stained patch on his pants.

“Ew, are you turned on right now? Seriously?” you say in disbelief, covering your mouth in an exaggerated display. You're basically pointing and laughing at him, and Hakkai feels his cock grow even harder, swelling in his pants from the shame.

As you eyeball his bulge, an idea crosses your mind– a rather devilish idea, at that.

“Take 'em off.”

“Wh- what?”

“Take 'em off, crybaby. Show me what you're packin'.” Hakkai's eyes widen when he realizes what you're asking. He refuses at first, but when you threaten to rip his clothes off yourself, he decides it's better to just do as he's told.

Goddamn, you think to yourself, he's bigger than he looks… It's hard not to stare when the guy you're bullying is secretly packing seven inches of dick underneath his clothing. Well, all the more dick for you to toy with.

“Keep your legs open, yeah, just like that.” you order, once again placing your boot on Hakkai's cock. The pressure is already making him bite his lip, and you haven't even done anything really. Just a little pressure on his shaft, a little grinding down here and there, and the pretty man below keens, gripping the pavement underneath his hands until his fingertips become bloody.

His voice is shaky, breathless as he begs, “O-oh-ok! Hah… you win! J-just stop already!”

“Why? We're havin' so much fun, Shiba.” you lift your foot away slightly and there are strings of precum sticking to the underside. “Ugh, you're havin' a little too much fun… but if it feels that good, hump it.”

Hakkai blubbers in confusion. His cheeks flush quickly as you stare at each other. “Hump my shoe, dumbass. Don't pretend like you weren't thinking about it earlier.” after your foot is back on his cock, Hakkai gulps, moving his hips cautiously at first. The ridges on the bottom of your boot do feel good against his dick… and when you press down harder, he curses and a cold sweat washes over him as he nearly cums right then and there.

You can't lie, this whole power trip is getting you excited too. You're sure that he notices the tent growing in your pants as well, since he keeps glancing at it. You rub yourself through your clothes while continuing to torture poor Hakkai, and he watches you intently. His eyes are glued to your foot pressing down on his leaky tip, then glued to the outline of your cock as it swells.

“Mmm… you wanna cum, right, big boy?” you drawl. Hakkai doesn't answer at first, too focused on the sticky mess he's creating on the underside of your boot. But he snaps out of it once you shout to get his attention. “Look at me. Do you wanna cum or not?”

His breathless 'yes' made your stomach flip. It was so honest that you stopped moving for a second just to process Hakkai's response. Here he was, literally underneath another gang member's boot, and when asked if he wanted to experience an orgasm after they bullied him… he didn't even hesitate to say yes. You gotta hand it to him; he wears his heart on his sleeve.

“Well shit, alright. But only when I say so, yeah? If you can't follow simple instructions, I'll beat your ass, got it?”

“G-got it…”

With that, you began moving your boot up and down his cock, pulling slutty moans from him the whole time. There's precum trickling down his thighs. Sliding down to his hole, no doubt. Hakkai is throwing his head back, concentrating on holding it in until you say the magic word. Thank god you pulled him into this back alley… you have all the privacy you need to humiliate the Toman member without getting caught.

As he inches closer to his orgasm, you suddenly stop. Hakkai gasps and begins to question you, but clams up as soon as you crouch in front of him and push him fully on his back.

“Just tell me when you're really close, ok?” you say in a tone that causes Hakkai to shiver. He's sure you're up to something, he just doesn't know what yet… until you grab him by the balls and start hitting them. It's not hard enough to hurt hurt. If anything, the pain actually enhances this experience.

The way Hakkai's voice goes up and down—he sounds adorably pathetic, and you even slap his dick around just to see what other sounds you can get him to make. Your little musical instrument.

“Gnngh-! AaaAAaaAAAhhHh!! Mmmclose! Haah-! ” his voice trembles. Hakkai can feel his heartbeat in his dick, pounding away in his ears as well—all while his tormentor grins sadistically down at him. This large shadow looms overhead as you straighten up again, stepping on his cock and ordering him to rut against you until he cums.

Of course, you don't make him do all of the work. You're generous enough to move your foot back and forth in small yet quick motions. “Ooh, I can see it dripping everywhere. I can't believe you're really gonna jizz all over another man's shoe. Don't you have any shame?” His head shakes; whether he means to say yes or no, you can't quite tell… you reckon his head is too fuzzy to grasp anything you say at the moment.

“No? Aw, you're a keeper. Maybe we'll do this again sometime.” As you tease him a little more, you catch the spurts of white spilling down his shaft. Hakkai's voice cracks as a powerful orgasm travels through his body—leaving him a shaking, crying mess.

His eyes close soon after, and when Hakkai comes to, the only thing he sees are the buildings stretching up towards the sky. Not a trace of his bully in sight.

[todayisafridaynight]

My bf suggested that mine is the vtuber that doxxes kiryu LMAAAOOO I had a whole meltdown over this like every stage of grief, I think.

So heres how sawashiro and mine can meet right

[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖋𝖋 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖉

Characters: Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Baji Keisuke, Matsuno Chifuyu, Takashi Mitsuya, Hakkai Shiba, Kazutora Hanemiya, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Hajime Kokonoi, Seishu Inui, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kurokawa Izana, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Shuji Hanma

Warnings: slight angst, abuse, destroying of personal property, arson, lying, toxic relationships, yandere themes, drugs, hurt no comfort

Manjiro would be pissed.

He tries to hold you down or restrain you, but you're already heated, and having him on you all in your personal space while you're mad just makes you angrier.

After you're done breaking things, no one cleans up the mess. You sleep in the guest room for the night, not wanting to be near him.

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You've never seen Ken this mad.

He knows that if he tries to calm you down, it'll make everything worse. He leaves the house to cool down before he does something he might regret. It makes his blood boil to see you tear up shit you both helped pay for. Most of the stuff you tore up was irreparable. You made sure of that.

Nonetheless, Draken sleeps at Mikey's place. He knows he'll have to wait a few days for you to cool down and clean up. When he does come back, you both talk it out or break up. It depends on the relationship as it is. I highly doubt you'd be staying together, though.

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If you want to play dirty, Baji can play dirtier.

He gets all your hair supplies, makeup, and other products, takes them, and throws them out the window. Grabbing your favorite pieces of clothing, and throwing them out as well. After you notice your things are gone, he waits until you start looking and asking about them to burn them. Only leaving clothes you either didn't want or couldn't fit.

You can try to fight him, but he'd only push you back. No matter how mad he gets, he will never put his hands on you. After calming down, you'd both go to a rage room. While there, you both name things that piss you off about the other person before breaking something.

It's a huge stress reliever and lets you both know what you need to work on. You clean up the mess on your own since Baji said he had no part in it. You restrain yourself from starting another fight and clean up. There was never an apology.

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Chifuyu tries his best to keep you from breaking things; constantly snatching things out of your hand.

Once you even attempt to touch Peke J, he loses it. He starts yelling at you with no remorse. The things he says bring you to tears. You try to yell back, but the tears and your tightening throat make that seem impossible. He goes into a separate room with Peke J, slamming the door behind him. Leaving you in these messy rooms all alone.

You curl up and cry until Chifuyu comes out of his room and sits down next to you, placing Peke J in your lap. He rubs your back as you both apologize. You share a sweet kiss before getting up and cleaning. After you both finish cleaning, you sit down and explain why you both got mad.

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Mitsuya keeps his calm. His main priority is getting his sisters to safety, away from flying objects.

Once his sisters are safe, he tries to stop you or at least have a civilized conversation. If you don't listen, he sits by and waits for you to calm down. For the most part, as long as you destroy your shit, he's good, but once you go for his studio, his first thought is to stop you.

He grabs your wrist and brings you to your shared room. He chews you out to the point where you're on the brink of tears. After he's done, he takes his sisters and leaves the house, not caring anymore.

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I don't think Hakkai would freeze up unless this is a new relationship and you've just started dating.

He doesn't want to manhandle you, however, he doesn't want to stand by as the love of his life wrecks everything they've both worked hard to get. It wouldn't take long for him to snap out of his daze, as that trait faded over time, and tries to talk you out of breaking anything else.

This doesn't work and only makes you start yelling at him. Now, I feel as though he would have PTSD and have a panic attack depending on what you say or do. He'd likely run to his room and call Mitsuya and or Yuzuha so that they could help.

He's probably going to break up with you depending on how rocky the relationship already is.

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Kazutora lashes out and hits you. Not enough to hurt you, just enough to make you realize what you're doing.

This depends on the relationship.

If you have a good relationship, he gives you a little pop on your upper arm. You might mistake this gesture as an invitation to fight. You know Kazutora could easily beat your ass, but you're not gonna let any man put his hands on you without somewhat getting your lick back.

While you're swinging at him, scratching his face, and yelling, he manages to pin you down and explain that he meant no harm and would never hit you. His face is bloody, bruised, and swollen. You calm down and he lets you get up.

You tend to his wounds as an apology, and you both clean up, planting kisses on his face.

If your relationship pretty much sucks, he'd beat you.

If he's treating you with respect, he expects the same.

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Girl… you got the right man on the wrong fucking day. As soon as Nahoya sees you throw something, he's going straight for your things. Grabbing your colored clothes, bleaching them, burning your white clothes, and making sure everything is beyond repair. Then he's going to grab his stuff and make sure you can't get to it. He's going to make sure the property damage is through the roof. Windows are broken, walls got holes punched through them, girl you're a goner.

Afterward, y'all are huffing and puffing, glaring at each other. Now, I feel as though Smiley likes it when you're mad at him, yelling and telling him to shut up, giving him all your attention. So seeing you like that? He's gonna fuck your brains out, telling each other how "sorry" you are throughout the process. He cleans the house while you lay in bed unable to walk.

This happens so often, you have repairmen on speed dial. You two only pay for the stuff you broke. There's always the most expensive thing you both swear up and down neither of you broke.

Nahoya broke it.

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Now as much as I believe Souya is a sweetheart, ya'll be making him too soft. You can sit there and break your shit. That's completely fine with him, but once you so much as graze his stuff? He's calling his brother. He'd never put his hands on a woman, but depending on how far you go, he'll call Nahoya to if need be. Just don't touch his stuff. Period. Once you're done with your tantrum, he'll lock himself in your shared room until you pick up your mess. If you refuse to, you're going to be sleeping somewhere else until you do. Once you do, he'll let you in, and you two'll sit down and braid each other's hair into cornrows, talking it out. So now you two sit here in bonnets, sipping tea and watching Netflix. If you make him cry though? he's breaking up with you, period.

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Boo, do you think this is hurting him? You're practically Kokonoi's sugar baby; he'll get it replaced at some point. Although, he won't be buying you anything for a while. Sooner or later you'd apologize and act like nothing happened. As long as this isn't a reoccurring thing, he won't break up with you.

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Inui? Yeah, no. Just because you're his girl doesn't mean you get special treatment. He was about to kill his boss' sister. He will most definitely put his hands on you if you throw something of his, break something valuable, or the fight is just going on too long, period. Depending on the relationship, he won't care and will break up with you when you're done, or will try to talk it out. At the end of the day, you're cleaning the mess! It doesn't matter if the fight was his fault.

If he does end up hitting you, he does feel bad. He cares about you and your well-being, so he will tend to your wounds. He talks it out with you, apologizes by telling you not to do it again, and pats your head.

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Ran whacks you with his fucking baton.💀 You're his everything, but that doesn't mean you can tear up shit. He explains this, walking away afterward. He's the one paying the bills, if you're going to disrespect him, he's going to put you in your place. You're not going anywhere.

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Please, Rindou's so fucking over your shit. 💀 He just leaves the room and then calls his brother to let him handle it. If his brother doesn't answer, he goes over to wherever you are and slaps you. You wouldn't take that from anybody, but the fear of Bonten's capabilities makes you freeze. He leaves you to clean up the mess and later apologizes to you while holding an ice pack to your face. Spoiling you later on.

This happens once or twice as your relationship gets healthier.

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Izana will knock some sense into your black ass. I swear the dick makes you do crazy things. The godly sex makes you forget that this man will beat you if he has to. He's making you clean everything up, by the way.

Secretly picks stuff up on the way to his room.

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It depends on whatever Sanzu's on. If he's sober, he'll get pretty mad and threaten you by saying he'll shoot you if you don't stop. However, if he's on some kind of relaxant or he's high, he'll just sit on the couch, manspreading with his hands resting on the back of the couch. If he's on some unspeakable shit, he's beating you and making sure you're sore. Afterward, hell fuck your brains out. He does not care. You'll take a half-assed apology though, right?

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Hanma finds it hella entertaining. Nigga will sit there laughing, knowing that will piss you off more. He does shit he would never do on any other day. Nigga pulled out a coloring book at one point, sat his big ass down, and colored his life away. If you try breaking his shit or throwing stuff at him, he'll catch that shit with ease and then laugh at you. Let's say you're arguing about him not doing the dishes, he'll say something slick like, "Why're you throwing shit around in here instead of throwing those dirty dishes into the dishwasher?"

When he helps you pick things up, he'll laugh his ass off like it's some happy memory. "Remember when you tried to throw this at me, (y/n)? So pitiful~!<3"

[writingsbymo-mo]

More Tokyo Revengers Smut Headcanons

Featuring: Baji, Taiju, Sanzu, and Shion

Minors DNI

Some characters might have kinks that'll make some uncomfortable. Read at own risk

Keisukei Baji

Pyro: this can range anywhere from setting your pubes on fire and putting it out with his cum to setting things on fire to fuck you near it. Wax falls under this category also with setting the special wax candles on fire and drawing on your body with the hot, melted wax. Fire has always gotten him excited.

Bondage: has many ways to tie you up and leave you struggling. Can be a bit sadistic when this is involved.

Biting: watch out for those fangs of his because you're surely to have some marks and maybe a little drops of blood when he's done.

Hair pulling: loves it when you pull his hair, gets him groaning and his dick twitching every time.

Secretly has a blood kink. Also enjoys using toys and is a bit degrading

Taiju Shiba

Breeding: just seeing you stuffed with his cum gets him hard immediately. Won't stop until he's fully satisfied, until he knows you'll be carrying his child. Be ready to be fucked senseless every night and day

Spanking: if you've been bad, better be careful. He'll punish you until your ass his red and almost purple or until you beg and plead you'll be good.

Daddy: you call him daddy once and it made something in him snap. Loves it when you call him that when you're being punished or when you're pleading and begging for his dick

Dom: need we say more here? This man enjoys being in charge so being the one to pull the strings during sex, to be the one to make you so pliant beneath him, begging him for more. He pulls the reigns here. Might let you be on top a few times but he still needs to be the one in control.

Rough: bit of an understatement with him. Be ready to be broken in half and be unable to walk for a few days. Any fuck session with him is brutal like his fists. But don't worry, he'll make sure you can handle him.

Degrading and you know it

Sanzu

Knife kink: enjoys to threaten you with his knife. Licks it when a little blood gets on it. Sometimes, you're not sure if he actually plans on teasing you with it or if he really will hurt you. But that's just what he wants, to get off to the fear in your eyes.

Toys: most of his seem more like torture devices. Has quite a few bars to tie you up to so you can't move, vibrators, clamps, floggers and whips, electroshock toys, even has a fuck machine he can place any dildo to it as he pleases.

Overstimulation: he will fuck until both of you are hurting and pass out or, he'll use whatever toys he has at his disposal to turn you into a crying, drooling mess of yourself.

Sadist: he's a major sadist. Loves watching you cry in pain while you can't move to stop him. Just know when he starts, he won't want to stop.

Degradation: need we say more? Calls you a disgusting slut, whore, etc. Especially happens when he's overstimulating you.

Secretly has a praise kink. Tell him he's being so good for you, that he's the best you've had. Kiss his neck and scars. He'll become soft in your arms, almost fucking you lazily or rougher depending on how it gets him going.

Shion

Blood: will bite you and lap up drops of your blood. Might bite your tongue or lip a bit hard too. If you allow him, he'll leave little marks with a knife, enough for a little red to bead at the top of the cut. (F!Reader) On your period? Hope you don't mind him slurping and licking you clean. Little bonus when he finally gets that tongue ring.

Sadist: loves seeing you writhe in pain and pleasure. Often gets a bit too carried away with how rough he can get. Has all kinds of toys to use on you from clamps, sounding rods, plugs, vibrators, etc. Choking and breathplay also involved. Sex with his is very rough.

Degradation: he'll be calling you his little cock slut, watching you beg as he can't help but degrade you. Your his slut and he's gonna make you know it.

Cuckolding: some days, he wants to watch you get fucked by someone else whether it be one person or a group. Gets him so worked up as someone else fills you up, marks you, but he knows you're his at the end of the day. Prefers if it's people he knows or you know.

Secretly enjoys being spanked or having his hair pulled. Drives him crazy. But wait...he's also a bit of a masochist though this will take some experimenting to find it.

Also, very good with his tongue. He's very proud of that fact he can make anyone cum in less than a minute. Lots of slurping

[foldingfittedsheets]

My first job was working at a dog kennel. It was a boarding facility so folks could leave their animals while they went on vacation. I always loved animals so I was stoked to apply, but I was less thrilled with the reality.

The owner operated the kennel on her personal property and was a tyrannical micromanager. For instance: she could see three of the play pens from her front porch. If you had a dog that did not in fact want to play with you, a stranger, and would prefer to sit quietly getting petted she would come out onto her front porch and yell at you.

The correct procedure in her mind was to play fetch by yourself which was just throwing a ball, going to pick it up, and throwing it again, over and over, to entice the dog. I quickly learned to never pick those pens. Even the small gravel play pen behind the building by the dumpsters was a better bet. There may not have been grassy fields but the miasma of dog waste meant less getting yelled at.

My time there colored my perception of certain dogs. To this day I disdain retrievers. They can be fine on a case by case, and ultimately my dislike isn’t their fault. But 75% of them weren’t potty trained and had never walked on a leash. They also had a brain just big enough to fixate on a tennis ball which was really annoying when trying to manage toy buckets and they’d just body check you cause they saw green.

Poodles and Dobermans were top tier, generally extremely obedient on leash and with their manners. This certainly says more about the owners inclined to get certain types of dogs than the breed itself but I remain fond. Pitbulls were similarly well mannered.

The craziest motherfuckers were Shiba Inu’s. It says a lot that these dogs rarely ended up on my schedule, despite the high proportion we had, because snappy dogs always went to the leads. It really didn’t help that we didn’t leave collars on the dogs. (I think it was a safety thing? It was weird). We slipped collars over their heads, and the shibas fucking hated it. They’d scream their little heads off and fling themselves around on the leash like a wild animal.

Hands down the worst dog I had was a beagle though. I still remember that horrible little man. He had been checked by the vet and was fine but he acted like each time he put his foot down it was landing on shards of broken glass. So each step was a tiny tentative affair, mincing and ready for the ground to suddenly rise up against being walked on. And god save you if this animal felt the slightest pressure on his collar he would shriek with ear piercing hysteria that you were trying to murder him. He walked the shortest circuit we had and it took as long to finish as the longest circuit twice over. I watched his owners pick him up once and he just trotted happily like a normal fucking dog.

My favorite animal however was this little Pomeranian with one eye. Easily the most friendly and well behaved of the dogs, big or small, he was loving life and everything in it. He didn’t yap or snap he just sat politely to be leashed and trotted along perfectly. He dashed after toys and retrieved nicely. I still think about that little dude sometimes. He was the platonic ideal of a dog.

But really the best kind of dog, the one we all wanted but never got, was one with solid bowel movements we could actually pick up instead of kennel induced stress soup, which is what we got.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Wendy

:3

Welcome back

Also

How would ran, hakkai, smiley, angry, benkei and Sanzu

React if their s/o asked to touch their hair?

Oooooooof

I’ll do a few sentences for each one lol

Ran Haitani

“Can I touch your hair, Ran?” The jet black and blonde haired man looks at you with disgust.

“No.”

“Please?” you beg, putting on your best pout. “I promise I won’t ruin it.” Ran holds up a single hand, then pushes your face away.

“Fuck no.”

Hakkai Shiba

“Can I touch your hair, Hakkai?” The question is innocent and gentle, and Hakkai… Well, his weakness is your innocence and gentleness.

“There’s not much to touch,” he chuckles, already stooping down so you can run your hands over his buzz cut. “But you’re always free to touch, y/n.” When you beam at him, his heart squeezes in his chest, and your coos of wonder drive him to his knees. Literally.

Souya Kawata & Nahoya Kawata

Your hands are already in the twins’ hair as they sit on a couch side by side, playing video games. Neither of them make a sound - this is normal, this is fine - but you can feel Souya’s body tense as your hand gets stuck in his tangled locks.

“Um…” You begin to protest, but then fall silent as Souya turns to glare at you.

“Don’t.” You freeze, stuck to his hair behind the couch. “You fuck around and find out sometimes, huh, y/n?”

Sanzu Haruchiyo

“Haru, can I touch your hair?”

Silence precedes Sanzu bending over to let you touch his soft, pink locks. You hum in appreciation and approval, despite the fact that his eyes are following your every move.

“You take such good care of it,” you remark, but Sanzu says nothing still. When you’re done, he straightens up and awkwardly pats your head twice. And as he walks away - back to finish whatever he was doing before - you wonder if he’s ever had that type of affection from anyone.

Keizo Arashi

You’re locked in a chokehold on the mat, your fingers the only thing preventing you from tapping out and surrendering to the giant that is Benkei. “It’s simple; I just want… to touch your… hair.”

“My hair?” He scoffs, then releases you from the death grip. “You’re training and almost fighting for your life, and you want touch my hair?”

“Yes!” you gasp, holding your neck. “I know it’s basically a buzz cut but I want to touch it!” Instead of bending down to let you stroke his strands, Keizo lifts you up so you can see the top of his bleached white hair. You hold a shaky hand up - you’re so far off the ground! - and feel the coarse but still tamed mane with awe.

“It feels so…”

“So…?”

“So unique.” Keizo nearly drops you to the mat.

“Time’s up,” he snaps, but you see the hint of a blush tinging the tops of his ears.

[atarathegreat]

Scary Wife Privileges Tokyo Revengers

Featuring: Chifuyu Matsuno, Mitsuya Takashi, Hakkai Shiba

You were getting tired of it, hearing Chifuyu complain about Takemichi and how the man runs things. "He'll come back, I know he will, but it's just aggravating right now."

When he talked about his boss he made little sense. You never understood his ramblings about "any day now." and "It's been twelve years." Some days it was too much and you started an argument with Chifuyu, an argument where he constantly refused to tell you anything about what he meant. It was pissing you off. Majorly. You wanted Chifuyu to be happy, but when he came home exhausted and angry every night, you didn't feel that he was happy.

His friends greeted you as you walked through the big building, smiles and waves from both sides as you walked to your husband's office. Chifuyu had been in a particularly bad mood the whole week and you hadn't made it any better by causing fights when he came home. Remorse was one of the many emotions you were feeling, topped with a cute little bow to compound everything and stamp it in like concrete.

"Fuyu," You spoke softly, a way you hadn't spoken to him in months, "do you have time?"

It was in his eyes, the fact that something had already happened was painted into the dark circles under his lashes. It made your heart lurch as he smiled sadly at you. "Always have time for you, baby." Chifuyu held a hand out to pull you in as you approached, "As long as you didn't come here to fight, in that case, I'm in a meeting." His half hearted joke made you sigh, "Already, today?"

His chest heaved with a sigh, "Trashed his own office. Don't worry, he wasn't mad at me this time."

There was no time for a response as the very man exploded into your husband's office behind you. He was on edge, clearly, but you didn't care about what he had to say. Months of anger from seeing your husband drink until he fell asleep with his face buried in your chest just poured out.

"Shut up. No one cares about whatever bullshit you're about to spout. Is this how you treat all of your workers?" You snapped, hands on your hips as you chastised him, "You're the exact definition of an asshole and so help you if my husband comes home angry again."

Takemichi looked caught off guard, a stark contrast to the man you'd not only met at your wedding, but the man in the stories Chifuyu brought home. He stumbled over his words, but you continued to chew into him as Chifuyu hugged around your waist and smiled into your shirt.

Mitsuya was used to the nitpicking his clients did, often smiling and agreeing, even if he didn't. He wasn't the type to retaliate because of a bad mood, especially since it was going to be something the other person wore and he would never have to look at it again.

And yet he kept having to send you silent glares and pointed looks to keep you from speaking up as you watched him work.

"And maybe if there was more detail in the train-"

"Do you know how long he's spent on this ugly garbage?" You spoke clearly, your nose in a book so you couldn't see Mitsuya glaring at you, "All the detail on the sleeves took two months anyways. And that's not including the beading along the end. Can't you appreciate that?"

The client stared at you, open mouthed and shocked. But you kept on, "To ask for more detail when he's already fixing the fabric to your measurements is... Stupid."

Mitsuya sighed, "Apologies for her."

"Don't apologize for me." When did you get off the couch? "How about you let him finish this piece so he can come home to his family at a decent time, yeah? His daughters are tired of going to sleep without Daddy tucking them in."

The club was loud. Too loud. You cursed under your breath at your husband for bringing you along with him. It wasn't your vibe, the whores and half naked bartenders that walked around while rich, old men played card games. Your dress, the one Hakkai told you to wear so you would fit in while still being modest, was swaying around and scratching at your ankles. People were staring at you as you walked through with your heels in hand. It wasn't your fault, the shoes were hurting your feet and Hakkai had disappeared almost an hour ago. You would've already headed home if you knew Hakkai wouldn't throw a fit.

"Black Dragon trash." You hissed under your breath when you finally saw him. He was laughing with his guys, seemingly ignoring the woman massaging his shoulders. Hakkai zoned in on your hips as you straddled his lap, your chest pressing into his face as you got in the woman's face, "Hands off, unless you want to give hand jobs with stumps for the rest of your life."

The fear you instilled in the woman was attractive to Hakkai, and his men noticed as well. It wouldn't have been the first time you'd left them with raging hard ons, and Hakkai sent a glare at all of them.

"Go rub up on someone else's husband, or so help me god the only use that pretty little mouth will have is sucking food through a straw."

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Shiba Taiju - "Stress Ball~"

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In which Shiba Taiju uses his boyfriend's ass as a stress ball. Pretty self-explanatory tbh...

Warnings -> Suggestive

                                                                                                   

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Once again [Name]'s boyfriend was pissed. This was a regular occurrence, happening about every few days from what [Name] had witnessed. Usually he'd just give his lover a few pats on his bicep and a gentle prodding of if he wanted to talk about it. If that didn't work then he'd just let the man have some space, adding in that he'd always be there to lend an ear. Of course, sometimes [Name]'s attempts to calm his boyfriend do the exact opposite, resulting in him lashing out at [Name], but that's only sometimes.

Today was no different, [Name]'s darling boyfriend was seething with rage as he sat on the sofa, clenching and relaxing his fists. His lips pulled into a snarl, teeth gritted, sharp brows furrowed and veins bulging from his temples and neck.

[Name] cautiously peeked at him from the kitchen doorway, he was nervous. Never before had he seen him, his rough bit sweet boyfriend, so angry. Should he go talk to him or should he just give him some space? [Name] was at a loss for what to do... it wasn't a good feeling, so he decided speak up.

"U-um Taiju..?"

The man aggressively snapped his eyes to [Name], making him flinch.

"Can I- can I come over there? I-I'm worried... you're blood pressure might be getting too high..!"

[Name]'s voice trembles with worry as he grips the doorway anxiously, his eyes shy away from his lover's sitting figure as he speaks. He feels the glare aimed towards him get even sharper before softening a bit.

"Mh c'mere."

Taiju demands in his deep gravely voice, already sounding far more calm then he was just moments ago.

[Name] flushes a little at the sound of his lover's voice as he quickly pads over to his side, waiting for a sign of permission to move closer. Taiju spreads his legs a bit and wraps an arm around [Name]'s waist, patting his lap as a que for the other to take a seat. Cheeks blooming into a rosie pink, [Name] plops himself onto the bluenettes muscular thighs, avoiding eye contact as he does so.

Large hands find their way to [Name]'s soft thighs, simultaneously giving them an experimental squeeze. Taiju begins kneading the fat of his boyfriend's thighs, slowly moving higher and higher until-

"Hyah!"

-his hands cup [Name]'s ass and give a firm squeeze before continuing the kneading motion.

"T-Taiju! That's- You're touching my-!"

[Name] squeaks, his hands flying up to grip his lover's broad shoulders as he arches his back in surprise.

"Damn baby, your ass is so soft. Like my very own stress ball."

Taiju whispers in [Name]'s ear as he smirks, paying no mind to the other flustered babbling.

"Taijuuuu!"

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