#shishigumi

[torokichi402]

[kkurooswifee]

MINORS DNI

Warnings: rough sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, breeding kink, mating press, size difference, slight praise kink, dirty talk, manhandling

Boyfriend!Ibuki always being gentle with you whenever you both are intimate because he knows he’s a big guy and the idea of hurting you would make him feel terrible

He would always ask permission for everything the majority of the time. His large, calloused hands roaming your body and groping you, his touches as gentle as cotton on your skin

You absolutely adore Ibuki and the way he handles you but admit it, a big strong lion like Ibuki being rough with you sounds hot right?

Exactly.

You eventually bring it up to him, maybe you two can try being a little more rough in the bedroom. You promised him that you trusted him with your entire being and after a few repeated ‘are you sure’ questions from Ibuki, he agreed.

“Just tell me if it becomes too much, okay? What’s the safe word..”

“Red”

Boyfriend!Ibuki having you ass up, body down on your shared bed as he drills into you from behind. His large hands had a tight grip on your hips, sure to leave bruises later on

His grunts were deeper and heavier as he gave you backshots, his harsh movements shaking the bed everytime his hips collided with your ass

“That’s it darling, atta girl..”

Boyfriend!Ibuki has a lot of stamina and you know this for a fact but when he’s like this, you get fucked out easily

Right now he’s pulling another orgasm out of you and your face is buried in the bedsheets with your hot tears staining the fabric below you. Your body had given out a few rounds ago and if it weren’t for him holding you up, your body would’ve been flat against the bed due to exhaustion

You’re not upset that he’s still going, in fact you’re glad, your body just isn’t exactly fully used to this rough pacing just yet so for now you’re just laying on the bed fucked out as Ibuki continues to jackhammer his cock into your abused hole

Didn’t take too long before you had another orgasm, nuzzling your face into the bed as your lower body shakes and spasms from the overstimulation

Your orgasm set Ibuki off, and not too long after, you felt his hot load being pumped into you yet again. You could’ve sworn you had a small bump in your lower tummy from how much he’s been filling you up. But admit it, are you mad?

No, you’re not, you whore.

Boyfriend!Ibuki who was getting ready to call it a night as he pulls out and gently lays you onto your back but pauses as he saw the little bump within your lower stomach

Curious, he gently presses on it and suddenly all his cum within you started to leak out and spilled onto the bed

The sight gets him hard all over again..

His mind flashing to the thought of you getting pregnant, belly swollen and round, filled with his little one that you’d be carrying..fuck you’d be an amazing mother

Just as you thought it was over, your boyfriend gently pushes your legs towards you and against your chest

He folds you into a mating press and gently starts to push his cock back into your heated core, resting your legs over his shoulders as he presses his palms firmly against the bed

“Apologies my love, think you can take another round?”

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[lionb00bfan]

With a Hyperfem!Human!Boss

The Shishigumi have high respect for you, whether you’re human, a lion, or a pigeon. You gotta have serious nuts of steel to run an entire lion mob syndicate that deals with drugs, murder, etc. It might take getting used to, but they all kinda have to deal with it because you’re the boss for a reason. 

No one dares catcall you on the street because Shishigumi members show up in seconds if someone tries.

Any rival who underestimates you based on how you look ends up humiliated, missing teeth, or suddenly bankrupt.

Ibuki is extremely aware of how you’re perceived in male-dominated circles and doesn’t tolerate disrespect. He’ll adjust your chair before meetings, stand beside you in tense negotiations, and keep one eye on the room in case someone says something stupid. He silently scolded himself the first time he caught himself staring at your legs too long.

Free is the most obvious about hitting on you, but still listens and follows orders without fail. If you ever ask him to shut up, he does, with a grin. He lives for the day you flirt back. He’s the one that Ibuki is constantly scolding.

Dolph is quietly baffled that someone so soft-looking is in charge, but he never questions it out loud. If anything, your presence reminds him not to judge by appearances. He opens doors, carries crates, and positions himself nearby during high-risk deals, just in case. Occasionally has to catch himself from staring if your skirt rides up when you sit.

Agata thinks you’re cool as hell (and scary ass fuck). He’s not one to underestimate femininity, given how his mother was. If anyone tries to treat your looks like a weakness, Agata gets way too excited to put them in their place. I think if he drank enough, he might become a little flirty.

Miguel stands directly behind you during intense meetings like a wall of intimidation, and subtly checks that you have space in crowded rooms. He keeps a stoic and quiet front, but he sees how much you have to deal with and respects the hell out of you for keeping it all together.

Sabu thinks appearance is irrelevant to your authority. However, if you get hurt, he’s the one patching you up. I think he’s also in the same mindset as Ibuki about you being in a male-dominated circle; he’s seen and heard a lot of horrible aftermaths in his time. 

Hino finds your hyperfeminine presence calming. He likes commenting on your outfits and making suggestions to make them even better. He adjusts your heels if they slip, no questions asked; he wants the fit to work. If your makeup ever gets smudged in a fight, he carries a mirror and tissues.

Jinma finds the best deals on clothes, makeup, and anything you want or have been eyeing. He was able to get someone to snap candid photos of you for the mansion. Takes immense pride in how effortlessly you blend beauty and power. He watches the way people underestimate you and loves the look on their faces when you prove them wrong.

Dope treats your appearance like a strategic asset, presentation matters, especially when it comes to making deals with others. He also comments and makes suggestions on your outfits, such as what colors invoke more authority and fear than others. During said negotiations, he always positions himself near your blind spot, never letting his guard down.

[mikamakuna]

Shishigumi wanking hc (free, agata, louis, ibuki)

a/n Sorry for not posting in a while cause i just feel so drained rn.

smut lol

might be out of character since i watched it time ago and only remember how legoshi, juno and bill acts lol

Free

High key a whore

He will 100% put on a show for his s/o or just for himself.

Just watching the pre cum drip from his tip, hearing his low groans and seeing him stroke himself.

Stands in front of a mirror to watch himself his tie lose and first three buttons of his shirt un done.

When he's close, he runs his fingers through his hair and even pulls on it

Agata

He is just a complete mess

Trying to muffle his sounds by shoving his face in his pillow or wanking in the shower

When he knows he’s alone he can’t help but moan and whimper (he low key loves the noise himself)

Tried butt stuff but in the end it just wasn’t his cup of tea.

Louis

Has no shame at all

Is the kinda person to wank off in his office

If his s/o walks in he will make unbroken eye contact as he waits for them to either say something, leave or join in.

Has tried butt stuff and enjoyed it.😈

Ibuki

He is so vanilla

The kinda guy who would wank to his s/o or nothing at all

Don't even think about going near his butt. (Exit only 😔)

Enjoys mutual masturbation

[kakabelorias]

It's only been like 4 days and I miss them already 😭😭😭

I love that they were included and got the flowers too! So cute! Also look at my Free, he thinks he's so smooth AAAAAAAAA

[alligatorpie1945]

Welp I watched the new season of Beastars. And absolutely fell head over heels for the Shishigumi. So much so that I been literally just going through the manga to read the parts they are in. I had to take a stab at drawing them, but since I've never drawn antro-lions before I took one of my favorite manga panels and redrew it!

Original Manga Panel is under the cut.

[sustainpedal]

If these scenes aren't in the anime, I'm going to riot

[knoepfl]

Shadows That Linger

Characters:

-Melon

-Reader (You)

-Lions

Trigger Warnings:

Power imbalance

Psychological manipulation

Implied violence

Masterlist

Words: 723

--- The dimly lit room hummed with tension. Melon sat casually at the head of the table, his mismatched eyes glinting as he listened to the lions argue amongst themselves. They were bickering over territory disputes—boring, predictable, and ultimately beneath him.

His sharp smile flickered as he leaned back, fingers drumming against the polished surface of the table. He was the picture of calm, but his mind was elsewhere, as it often was these days.

The lions’ voices quieted when a soft knock echoed against the heavy oak door.

It was hesitant, barely audible. Melon’s ears twitched.

“Enter,” he said coolly, his eyes narrowing.

The door creaked open, and you stepped inside, timidly clutching the edges of your sweater. You barely raised your eyes, scanning the intimidating figures of the lions before settling on Melon.

He arched an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “This is… unexpected.”

You hesitated in the doorway, shrinking under the weight of so many stares. For a moment, you almost turned back. But then Melon’s gaze caught yours—sharp, curious, but not unkind. It was enough to give you courage.

“I-I…” you started, your voice soft as a whisper. “I’m sorry. I… I wanted to see you.”

The lions exchanged incredulous glances, a few growling under their breath.

Melon’s smile widened, sharp and amused. “Gentlemen, it seems I have a visitor. Don’t let me stop you—continue.”

He waved a hand dismissively, but his gaze remained fixed on you.

As the lions returned to their discussion, you quietly padded across the room, your steps barely audible. When you reached Melon’s side, you hesitated, your fingers fidgeting nervously.

Without looking up, you whispered, “I… I’ll wait by the door if it’s better…”

Melon chuckled, the sound low and oddly warm. “And have you eavesdropping on sensitive matters? No, little one. If you insist on being here, then stay.” He gestured to the empty chair beside him. “Sit.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you obeyed, slipping into the chair and folding your hands in your lap. The lions cast you wary glances, but you kept your head down, avoiding their scrutiny.

Melon, however, kept stealing glances your way. There was something endearing about the way you sat so quietly, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

The meeting dragged on, and though you didn’t say a word, Melon could feel your presence like a warm shadow. When the lions finally filed out, grumbling among themselves, you let out a small breath of relief.

Melon rose from his chair and stretched lazily, his sharp grin firmly in place. “You’ve got a knack for showing up at inconvenient times,” he teased.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, staring at the floor. “I… I didn’t want to bother you. I just… missed you.”

He tilted his head, his mismatched eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Missed me, did you? And what do you call this, then?” He gestured to the chair you’d been glued to for the entire meeting.

You looked away, your voice barely audible. “I just… feel safe when you’re around.”

For a moment, Melon said nothing. His expression softened, his usual sharpness dulling ever so slightly.

“You’re a peculiar creature,” he murmured, crouching in front of you so his face was level with yours. “Soft-spoken, timid… and yet, you refuse to leave my side. Why?”

You fidgeted, your fingers twisting the hem of your sweater. “Because you saved me,” you admitted quietly. “And… you’re the only one who’s ever looked at me like I’m more than just a predator. I don’t want to be alone again.”

Melon studied you in silence, his expression unreadable. Then, with a wry smile, he reached out and flicked your forehead lightly.

“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for clingy little things like you,” he said, his tone playful but not unkind. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

Your eyes widened, and a small, shy smile tugged at your lips. “O-Okay.”

He straightened and offered you his hand, which you took hesitantly. As the two of you left the meeting room, Melon’s grin widened.

For all his sharp edges and fractured morals, he didn’t mind having you around. You were quiet, unassuming, and utterly devoted—an odd contrast to his chaotic life.

And deep down, though he’d never admit it, he liked the way your presence felt. Like a shadow that lingered, warm and unyielding. ---