#period manga

[d3monicas]

visual representation of art block

[ashleyeveerson]

Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help

[fuupan]

drew these for heart pirates day and uhhhh ep1115

[gojonanami]

THE WAY I SQUEALED LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS

BABY YUJI

[animangabwedit]

Long Period by Furuya Nagisa

[qquibb]

the painting in love with his painter

[manga-meow]

[feativen]

— where's the walkthrough site that'll show me how to beat this deathloop of worry

[alma-muri]

I've made this list for Reddit some time ago. Now, I'm reposting it here with some minor fixes.

[yotasukekun]

[queenofcringe]

Mikey period cramp mood board

[obscu-rae]

[levbolton]

Blue Period chapter 66 //

Le Dejeneur des canotiers

[manijardi]

They're listening to music from Genya's phone. Tanjiro is butchering the song but Genya doesn't mind 🎶

[animangabwedit]

Long Period by Furuya Nagisa

[sweetsuo]

Chiika is a very odd character to me so far since we know so little about him and what we do know is from Endo’s POV so we don’t rly know how reliable it is. BUT I do have very specific head canons about him like a voice SO HERE YA GO

 [slaps fic like an old car]

𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥

Chiika Takiishi x fem!Reader

Cw. Crying. Sex work. Rough sex. Emotional conflict. Blood. Mention of birth control & period (blood unrelated to this).  Genre & Synopsis. [ SMUT! ] Taming the beast that is Chika Takishi. wc. 1.2k

Chiika’s hand slides along your throat, grazing the sensitive flesh with a shocking amount of care. You’ve seen those same hands break bones, yet he touched you now like you’d break under the slightest pressure. He had you pressed with your back to the hardwood floor, right hand caressing the curvature of your body. His expression was blank, but you could see the slight crease between his brows as he focused on you. 

His fingertips grazed the slit between your thighs. Long, pretty cock twitched at the slick forming at his fingertips. He played, stroking up and down to his leisure. Within his left hand, he felt the heave of your chest through the palm of his hand and the way your heart fluttered by the pulse under his fingers. When he inserted his middle finger and you arched your back at the flame that singed you from within, he let slip a satisfied grin. 

He's come a long way from a few days ago, when his tender touch was nothing more than rabid rutting between your legs: 

Endo bought your time in the hopes that getting laid would be best for his dear virgin friend, Chiika. He even acted as mediator the first time in case something was to go awry. From meeting him, you understood what the brunette meant when he said Takiishi was ‘a tough nut to crack.’ His expression barely changed, he seldom gave reactions to what was going on around him, and even the slightest issue resulted in someone breaking or bleeding. He seemingly had no interest in nearly anything aside from fighting and destruction. 

Taming this monster of a man was no easy feat, either. The redhead only fucked you initially because Endo promised him something or another in return. After, it was obvious that he had a sex drive. For about a week straight, he fucked you like a wild animal. Frightening as he was, you couldn’t deny how much of a turn-on it was. The mix of desire and curiosity melded, resulting in your extended stay with the two. Chiika kept with his routine. No foreplay. No Prep. Just a quick, rough, session until he was satisfied. It would happen whenever, wherever. You practically had to keep lube on-hand for when the act could happen.

He was rough. He didn’t stop even if you were spent. He truly only cared about his own needs, treating you nothing more than a doll to satiate his needs before a prowl. He didn’t emote and he barely made a sound past grunting. It was always doggy, no eye contact. No intimacy. No interest in you. He’d finish and leave Endo to take care of the aftercare when you were left overstimulated.

It wasn’t until you cried did he stir from his shell. His cock was nestled deep within you, tip bottoming out painfully. You bit your finger hard and sniffled, body entirely too tense for comfort and legs trembling from underneath. You had your head bowed and your shoulders shook as tears dripped down your cheeks. With a pitiful hic, you steeled yourself for more. You were determined to see this man crack at some point. And crack he did... just not in the way you thought. 

Rather than continue, Chiika slid out. 

“Fuck’s wrong?” 

You blink away newly formed tears as you stare bewildered over your shoulder, “Wh- huh?” 

He shifted on the bed, roughly pulling you onto your back to face him. His hands were at either side of your head on the bed and his frame hovered over you, reminding you of his size. Your body went cold and you feared you’d be the next blood pulp for his fireworks. It was then you noticed his eyes. The dreadfully dull honey hues now seemed to have a shred of concern. They betrayed the flat-pressed line of his lips. 

“What. The fuck. Is wrong?” His voice is cold, flat in affect, but forceful in its question. 

“You...” Your mouth opened and closed, searching to find words through the frenzy of your thoughts. Your chest rises and falls. He grabs your cheeks roughly, squishing them between his forefinger and thumb. He examines your expression thoroughly and then looks down. There was a very light spotting of blood on the sheets. You already knew from the pain this was going to happen. 

He didn’t flinch, just tilted his head. It took him a moment to piece things together. You’d been on birth control to skip your period. There was a bit of color on his cock, too. “I did that.” His hand loosened on your cheeks. Takiishi sat upright, hands pressing at your thighs to separate the thick of them in investigation. His nose scrunched and the corner of his lips twitched ever so gently downward, “Yeah?” His eyes are on you again. The intensity of his stare was startling. You couldn’t quite place what his expression was telling you but his voice -

Was that... concern?

“Y-yeah,” You sniffle out, “Usually can prevent it but,” You revisit how he grabbed your wrist to bring you to the bedroom as soon as he got home. You didn’t have the time to grab the lube this time. A wave of irritation overcame you, overtaking every other step of preservation in your system, “You always just go in without any prep work! Like yeah, sure, you have a nice dick an’ all, but I barely have time to use lube and this time I didn’t even get to grab it!” You rub your eyes, a roll of hics shattering your scarlet voice, “A-and you’re ramming your cock into my cervix so hard it hurts.Like fuck’s sake, did Endo not even tell you what to do? I get you were a virgin but forreal? The hell were you expecting?” You’re still on your back, palms pressed to your eyes and you wait for whatever is to come. At this point you didn’t care what he did. Not that he ever laid a hand on you for anything other than sex. The risk was always there.

“Oh.” He mutters dryly. You don’t know what he’s doing, but the weight shifted on the bed. Large, warm palms wrapped around your wrists, puling your hands away from your eyes. He licked the tear form your cheeks, calming your crying via sheer confusion. “What do I do?”

“Uh...” You blink, crying nearly stopped, “For me not to bleed?” 

“For you not to hurt.” There was novel warmth in his words. You feel a flush to your cheeks.  

“A little hurt is fine,” You noted, “I guess start with foreplay? Go slow?”

“Sure. Not tonight. Tomorrow.” Chiika nodded, flopping back onto his pillow. It wasn’t an apology, but probably the closest you’d get to it for right now. You’d take this as a win. You broke through. 

You’ve begun to train the beast.