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y-umiko · 1 year

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TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU ASK 'HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE ME?'

CHARACTER(S): Hanma . Kokonoi . Kisaki . Inui . Mikey

WARNING/S:

Shuji Hanma

Hanma stares at you. squinting his eyes at you to analyze your reaction, thinking if this was another one of your 'couple test questions' that don't seem to have a correct answer. nonetheless, he answered you.

"enough to help you hide a body" he answered nonchalantly like it was the most normal thing to do. casually lighting a cigarette as he huffs a puff of smoke, a smirk creeping on his lips. "If you ever need a body disposed of, you can trust me"

should you even be flattered?

you sweatdrop at his answer, but you'll probably be more surprised if he answered something cheesy, after all, you're talking to Shuji Hanma. the man who seems to have no romanic bone exist within him.

"well, that's…reassuring?…I guess"

you blandly answered earning a heartful chuckle from Hanma as he gently pulled you down on his lap, the smell of smoke engulfing your scent of smell.

"I love you enough that I'll make sure you never have to experience something bad like that, you can give me all the bad stuff"

Hajime Kokonoi

Kokonoi momentarily stops in his tracks, pondering on your abrupt question. lately, your ridiculous questions know no place and time. when he's in the bathroom, during the meeting, and even when dining. but despite that, he gives you an answer every time.

"I love you as much as the balance on my credit card" he nonchalantly replied, not even bothering to look up from his paperwork.

"so your love for me can be measured by monetary value?" your statement sounded like a question, an unknowing disappointed tone laced with it.

Kokonoi finally lifted his eyes to look at you pouting on the couch, he swears sometimes he wonders how much patience he had when it comes to you.

"Darling" he called, gaining your attention only to meet his amused eyes, "My card has no limit"

rich smooth bastard

Tetta Kisaki

Much like Kokonoi Kisaki didn't even bother to take his eyes away from paperwork, maybe asking you to wait for him while he finishes work was a bad idea. but despite the distraction you give, he gives you a logical and concrete answer to every question.

"not enough to do whatever it is you want me to do" he casually answered, continuing to scribble whatever it is he was doing on his paperwork.

you huffed in disappointment, expecting him to give you something romantic or cheesy answer. nonetheless, you can't help but chuckle at his serious answer. "what would you have done if I wanted you to marry me?"

"Then I'll say yes" he answered in a heartbeat, immediately dropping his pen to peek at your reddening face. that you got taken aback.

"Was that what you were going to ask me?" he asked with all seriousness, a glint in his eyes as he pushed up his glasses with his finger.

you gulp nervously, "No…I was going to ask you to stop working and spend more time with me"

he smirks, "that can be arranged"

"and then maybe we can talk about that marriage, you were talking about"

Seishu Inui

Inui was confused, a look of confusion directed at you and your abrupt question. "I don't understand you're question, are you asking me if I love you? If you do then Yes, I love you more than anything"

you huff out a laugh, "And I love you too, what I was asking is what's the extent of what you will do for me out of love?"

Inui pause in ponder, "hmm…I'll do anything for you"

a hope flickers for you, as you quickly followed up with your question, "Enough that you'll wear Chifuyu's personally designed t-shirt?"

"I'm willing to do any reasonable thing for you" he replied without hesitation to correct his previous statement.

"I love you, but I'll never wear something as lame as that"

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano

"A lot"

Mikey didn't even need a second to answer your question, of course, he loves you a lot, no doubt. the question was too easy for him to answer, good thing you came prepared.

"let me rephrase my question" you huff as Mikey clings to you, hugging you tightly in his arms as if to tell you that you're the most important person to him. "do you love me more than Toman?"

"I can dissolve Toman if it meant being with you" his answer was instant because Mikey was confident that he loves you more than anything in this world.

"Do you love me more than Draken?" you innocently asked to which Mikey confidently answered like it was the most obvious answer. a resounding, "of course"

you smirk, "More than your snacks?"

he blinks a few times, processing your words "…yes"

"you hesitated!"

"Maybe we can compromise?"

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sherlockscumslut · 1 year

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Attention to all my moots!

I found this on pinterest and I'd be happy to know your characters 👀

Anyone can do it, mutual or not. Feel free to reblog 💜

Hate comments and drama will not be tolerated.

@wakashawty @bontensbabygirl @shikamarunaraaa @nafarsiti @mrsmoriarty-holmes

#anime #manga #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #death note #misa amane #takashi mitsuya #tokyorev kisaki #ynm sherlock #ynm sherlock holmes #rock lee #naruto #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen #jjk megumi

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slxtslovebambi · 1 year

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𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊 <3——————————————

wc: 300+ / sfw / fem!reader /

If there’s one thing that Kisaki enjoys more than Power and control, it’s watching you getting ready for another night out with him.

The fabric of your tight dress highlighting your curves and the way you did your Hair and Makeup made it so hard for him to not just fuck you on the spot. He slowly walked towards you as he puts his hands on your waist.

"so pretty baby." He grins as you look in the mirror in front of you to apply your Lipgloss.

He loves showing you off, there’s nothing he loves more. Tetta has always liked bragging about stuff. Not even his golden watch, his glasses, the rings and even the golden gun that he got costume made could compare to the way that people look at him when he’s with you. It amazes him everyday and pushes his big ego even further.

"You should always wear dresses like this." He smirks at you. "Oh yeah?" You look at him skeptically.

"So that your friends stare at me even more?"

You say jokingly.

"Let them stare baby, they know you’re mine."

You can feel his breath against your neck as his grip around your waist tightens.

"Those are big words coming from you." A small laugh leaves your lips.

"And why’s that?" He gets more sternly.

He knows exactly what you’re talking about, he just hates admitting that he overreacted a bit last time when he beat up that guy at the club for trying to buy you a drink.

It wasn’t his fault tho, that guy was being disrespectful and to him that’s reason enough to make him regret ever talking to you.

"You know why." You put away the Mascara and turn around to face him directly and not through the mirror.

He just rolls his eyes at you before he pulls you into a kiss. "I like you more when you keep those cute little lips of your shut doll."

You know you were right and so does he but he’d never admit that.

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I’ll probably write about Tetta a lot more, I’m sorry it’s just I love him so much!!! 😭

#kisaki smut #kisaki x reader #tokyorev kisaki #tetta kisaki x reader #tr smut #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev smut #kisaki tetta #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev x reader

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bleach-your-panties · 3 months

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Kisaki is the ONLY TR character to go from black hair to blonde instead of the other way around.

MY KING FR.

#kisaki tetta #tokyo revengers kisaki #tr kisaki #tokyo revengers #tokyorev kisaki #💗💗🍡°me blabbering again

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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Hi hi

May I request tr boys reacting to a bilingual reader please 🏌‍♀️

ooo can i get my bilinguals along with me up here?? 🫶🫶🤪

MIKEY:

legit thinks its so cool

will ask you to speak just for fun in both languages

it lulls him to sleep too…?

loves hearing your voice overall

brags about it

definitely going to the country the language is from

shows you off there too 😑

DRAKEN:

doesn’t think much up it at first, but he quickly realizes you could be a good asset to have at the shop as well

you become like a third owner 😆

if you have kids, he is making you teach them the language

loves you sm 😭 ANYWAYS

uses you as his personal translator to insult people

its great :)

HANMA:

“you are a fucking beauty you know.”

first thing he says when you mention it

”…huh?”

thinks you are an absolute gorgeous being worthy of his love

AND you’re bilingual?? damn…..

you have him wrapped around your little finger

a sucker for bilingual people 🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️

KOKONOI:

“oh, you can pull money for me then in other languages? sweet.”

so satisfied to get more money it’s bizarre

no it all reality tho

he thinks it’s so cool since he might be smart, not as far as learning all the way another language

math is his thing, not language learning…

does put forth the effort to learn parts, unlike nost of the others

MITSUYA:

he is probably bilingual too, let’s be honest here

if so, match made in heaven

if not, still a match made in heaven

he will try his best to learn most of the language

no matter the cost 😤

brags to his little sisters about you too 🤭

BAJI:

“the hell does that mean? Bi-len-gueal..? is that like.. a sexuality or somethin?”

has no clue what it is

once he learned what it is, he’s all for it

learns all of the curse words in that language for… research purposes

random out of pocket scene: learns the words to use during sex 💀🤚

outright calls you sexy if you scold someone in the language

best aggressive man there is

KISAKI:

hear me out

HEAR ME OUT

he likes it.

Whatttt???? he likes something? ik crazy

he finds it fascinating, though he knew about it before you even got together

that was one of the reasons he was so drawn to you actually

learned things here and there

didnt put a whole lot of thought into it

he has things to do 🧍‍♀️

but just know, he idolizes you for it

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buccini555 · 2 years

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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

‧₊˚𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅‧₊˚

↬ He's definitely obsessed with you.

↬ He was very happy that you reciprocated his feelings.

↬ Most days he will visit you at your house.

↬ He gives you a lot of gifts.

↬ On your birthday, he threw a huge party for you.

↬ He uses a photo of you on his phone's lock screen.

↬ He always buys bouquets of flowers for you.

↬ When you go out together, you usually go to private places.

↬ He got you a diamond ring.

↬ He always compliments you, particularly your hair.

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lucifugousart · 1 year

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My last sane neuron left my body while doing this goodbye

#hankisa #tokyo revengers hanma #tokyo revengers kisaki #tokrev hanma #Hanma #Hanma shuuji #Kisaki #kisaki tetta #tokyo revengers #tokyorev memes #tokyorev kisaki #the brainrot has consumed me #I'm at a point of no return #vine boom sfx

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poohbea · 2 years

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Hi 👋

If your still taking requests, can I ask you to write an Kisaki tetta smut where both the reader and kisaki hate each other but secretly like each and the readers is the reason kisaki isn't a heartless monster anymore. If you don't write for kisaki I totally understand and I'll ask for an dom Levi punishing reader for getter too buddy buddy with hange.

wordcount: 3.1k (i may have gotten carried away)

content: CEO!kisaki, executive assistant fem!reader, you see that big window… guess what we’re doing with that, lots of swearing, degradation, praise, fingering, oral (giving), gaslighting??, reader gets bent over the desk, choking, love hate relationship, corporate power dynamic (but you knew that), implication of death and one mention of a gun, hanma makes a cameo, kisaki being a big softie

— synopsis: kisaki is getting soft, too soft. and there’s only one person to blame for that.

note from pooh: BABY GIRL, of course i can write for Kisaki, i’ve actually got a collab lined up for him which i’m excited for. YOU actually changed my mind about this man, i’m slowly being converted. i’ll be honest you gave me too much creative freedom and i went a little wild with it. i’m hoping it lived up to your expectations because it was fun to write this dynamic. also i’m so sorry this took so long, i’ve been so busy personally and with the deadline for SYLM 2 it’s been a whole mess. P.S since you’re a returning req asker i gave you both (they're unedited for now but i will get on that in the morning). SURPRISE thank you for all the support ♡

WARNING: this is smut, so please ensure you have your age visible on your account before interacting. Minors (below 18+), ageless and blank blogs will be BLOCKED

Hope you enjoy ♡ reblogs are greatly appreciated

You did this.

Kisaki’s hand shook as he held the gun, the pleading cries from the man he aimed it at sinking deeper and deeper into his heart. This feeling was forgein to him. Hesitation, guilt, regret. All emotions he’d thought were burned away a long time ago, not having time for pointless feelings in matters that required unquestioned brutality.

He was getting soft and it was all your fault.

“Shuji.” The man in question rises from his seat in the corner of the room, a deadpan expression on his features. “Take care of this for me. There’s something I need to do.” The gun drops onto the larger man’s hand before Kisaki is pulling on his suit jacket, hearing a resounding bang as he steps through the basement door.

Fury and frustration floods his veins whilst entering the elevator, thumbing the floor he knew your office was on. The numbers increased frustratingly slow, consumed by a silence within the confined space that drove his jaw to tighten.

As the ding chimed he strode through the empty corridor, ignoring the curious eyes that followed him through the windows of meeting rooms and private offices. Your frosted glass door was forced open as he burst into the room, meeting your confused and irritated gaze that shifted from the client in front of you.

“Can I help you, Kisaki?”

He fixes his glasses calmly, stoic expression set on his features. “Get out.” The demand was aimed at your boyish client sitting stunned in their chair.

The sheepish man stares at him, bewildered. Eying you desperately, only to find your attention occupied with the blonde haired man. Kisaki kissed his teeth, he wasn’t one to repeat himself twice.

“What are you looking at her for? Are you deaf?” He bites, clicking his fingers to get his attention. “I said get the fuck out!”

With a jump your client quickly collects their things and shuffles out the door, keeping their head down the whole way till the glass clicks shut.

“What do you want?” You voice bluntly, tapping away at your laptop, not even bothering to meet his gaze.

“You’ve got some nerve.” Kisaki grits.

A curious brow was all you gave him. “What is it this time?”

His jaw tenses as you continue to ignore him, the incessant tapping of the keys driving him up the fucking wall. When you hit a key particularly loud he slams the laptop shut, almost crushing your fingers in the process.

“What have you done to me?” He questions with a serious expression while looking you in the eye.

“I beg your pardon?” The incredulous look you throw him only fuels the fire raging at his core. You were playing dumb and he had no time for your games.

“I’m not going to repeat myself again, y/n. So I suggest you answer the question.”

You hide a faint smile behind a dainty manicured hand, the same manicure he paid for. “I only do what you ask of me Tetta. So excuse me for not fully understanding your question.”

“You think this is funny?” He growls, wrapping a hand round your throat. Wiping that frustratingly alluring smile off your face. “You’ve made me weak and you think that’s funny?”

“How have I-?” You try to protest but your words are cut short as his fingers tighten around your windpipe, just enough so you could still breathe.

“Get up.” You’re guided by his strong hand to your feet, almost stumbling in your heels at the haphazardness of his grip. He walks you backward till your back hits the window wall with a soft thud, the sound making your heart pulse quicker under Kisaki‘s fingertips.

“Kisaki…” You manage against his hold, whimpering out an incoherent cry as he eyed you with mild amusement.

“You still think this is funny?” His head tilts slightly, a smirk growing on his lips.

You shake your head fervently, your smaller hands clasping around his wrist. “No… I’m sorry.”

“Good.” He captures your lips in a rough and sloppy kiss, grip around your throat loosening to pull you into him by the back of your neck.

Your lips were soft, tongue holding the flavour of strawberries as he slipped his own past your lips. His hands anchor themselves in the soft flesh of your ass, squeezing roughly till you gasp. The reaction only made him delve deeper. He could get lost in you all too quickly, from your breath to the way your nails dug into his shoulders. Fuck, it was so hard to stay mad at you. The faces you made didn’t help either. Staring at him with those doe-like eyes of yours, dazed and pleading.

“‘Saki, we can’t do this here… what if someone walks in on u- fuck!” A surprised moan interrupts your words as he runs his fingers along your unsurprisingly unclothed slit. He didn’t think you’d actually listen when he told you to come to work without panties today. But here he stands corrected.

“You’ve been walking around in this tight-ass skirt the whole day like this?” Your shaky breath hits his lips as you nod, eye squeezing shut as he plays with your clit between his fingers. “Seeing clients with your pussy on display for everyone to see?”

“Yes.” You whine, thighs closing around his hand.

“So what the fuck makes you think I’m going to give a shit if someone walks in, when you’ve been fine with prancing around my building like this, huh?” The way you stutter on his fingers gives him more pleasure than he cared to admit, feeling your weak hand grip his forearm in a frail attempt to pull him away. But from the way your arousal was already coating his fingers he knew you didn’t want him to stop. No, not when he had you right where he wanted you.

“Kisaki, please. Fuck!” There it was, the begging. The desperation he sought after in your voice. He knew how to break you. Being so headstrong and stubborn in the day for the company and your colleagues, it made it all the more rewarding to see you crumble at just the flick of his wrist.

“Mm, what's wrong, sweetheart~?” He mocks, teasing the pads of his index and forefinger at your soaked entrance, thumb pressed harshly into your clit.

“Please, I can’t…”

“You can’t?” Your head leans into the glass window as his digits slip easily inside, reaching their hilt in no time as your pussy practically sucks them in. “Why don’t you try that again.” The spongy spot on the roof grazes his fingertips, he presses into it gradually and watches your composure unravel.

“Oh my- shit Tetta, don’t move your fingers like that.” He does it again out of spite, this time using the other hand to encircle your clit mercilessly, while he began pumping his fingers.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands here, y/n. Especially not after what you’ve done.” Your head rests on his shoulder, teeth and spit making a mess out of the cashmere suit jacket he’d just received from the dry cleaners. Not that he minded when it came to you, it would just be another reminder of the time you spent together.

“But I didn’t… I didn’t do anything.” Your heated breath at the base of his neck elicits a surge of goosebumps across his skin. The additional spark running down the centre of his spine makes his cock twitch in his pants, straining against the material as you continue. “What have I done?” You whine in his ear, fingers tracing the waistband of his slacks.

“You, my dear, have turned me soft.” He admits with a soft groan, resolve loosening with the tantalising graze of your fingertips.

Your low airy chuckle makes his heart pound, the soft sound mixing with the heavy laboured breaths he continued to draw from you. “You don’t seem very soft to me.” He fights a moan as your hand cups him through his pants, fingers moving ever so slightly to add pressure.

“Mm,” he picks up the pace at your core, focusing on your g-spot and synching the movements at your clit in time with each press. “You’re a comedian today aren’t you?”

If he wasn’t pinning you to the window he was sure you’d already be on the floor with the way your thighs were shaking and squeezing around him. Hell, you’d practically put all your weight on him at this point. Your pussy held him in a vice grip of its own, walls growing tighter and tighter with each circle of his middle finger. The intensity invited your fingers to curl into the black belt at his waist, your manicured nails no doubt leaving crescent shaped imprints in the leather.

“‘Saki, fuck. Kisaki, I can’t… I’m gonna-”

“Uh-uh.” He grunts. “You really think you deserve to cum just like that?” He withdraws from you entirely and suddenly all at once, slipping free from your feeble grasp you’d still managed to maintain up till now. “This is a punishment after all.”

He was well aware you despised any form of punishment, he was probably to blame for that after spoiling you for as long as he has. Your whines fell on deaf ears, cries ignored while you leant on him, breathing erratic and shallow. No he couldn’t let you have it just yet, he needed to get his point across first.

“On your knees.” Slowly you slide your way down the glass at your back, falling to your knees softly as he so graciously guided you by your forearms. Not wanting you to hurt yourself on your descent.

As you looked up at him with a hazy glare he couldn’t help the smile that overcame his lips. Your blouse ruffled and untucked, skirt creased and bunched at your upper thigh, drool drying at the corner of your mouth, slightly ajar with ragged breaths. It was a sight reserved for him and him alone.

His hand cups your face tenderly, running his thumb over your pillowy bottom lip. “Take it out, y/n.” As if awaiting his instruction your hands immediately start on his belt, slipping the leather out of the buckle and letting it hang loose at his waist. His buttons and zipper followed, his slacks soon pooling at his feet as you kitten-licked his hard on through his briefs. Kisaki chuckles at your brazen attempt at teasing, his ringed fingers lacing themselves in your hair. “Be good and I’ll give you what you want.”

He witnesses the spark in your eyes as the words leave his mouth, the haze being replaced with a lustful determination he knew very well. You pull the front of his underwear down to let his cock spring free and tap against his dress shirt, pulling it down the rest of the way to let it sit mid thigh.

The look in your eye is challenging when you take him in your mouth for the first time, tongue out and gaze locked with his. You take him deep, so deep that you can swipe your tongue where his shaft meets his balls effortlessly, a trick he was still figuring out as to where you’d learnt it from. You gag, letting your saliva cover his cock, enough for your hand and mouth to move in a seamless tandem.

He bunches your hair into a messy ponytail, wrapping it around his fist as you bobbed. His hand moved in time with your head, his own lulling back as your tongue continuously circled his tip and your hand stroked the shaft in a steady twisting motion. You were relentless, chasing the reward he offered you without any disregard as spit covered your chin, pace increasing gradually.

The moments you took him deep into your throat he could’ve sworn he saw stars, the tight muscle flexing as you gagged every time, taking a deep inhalation of air as you retreated before going back. His hand wrapped around your hair guided you in further, making your nails dig into his hips as he held you there for as long as you let him. With the way his hips were jutting into your mouth he knew he wouldn’t last long and when your hand tightened around him just that bit more he drew you to a halt, thrusting his cock deep, pressing the back of your head against the glass and painting your throat with his cum.

Each swallow you took milked him more until he unravelled your hair from his fist, letting you sit back on your heels. He watched you continue to stroke him through heavy lids, lapping away any residual cum you were able to draw out, in doing so you made his legs tremble, driving him straight into overstimulation.

“Fuck, y/n stop.” He hissed, cursing the way your lips curled into a smirk at his plea. “Are you proud of yourself?”

“I can make the CEO Kisaki Tetta tremble, of course I’m proud.” You lick a long stripe along his tip as you speak, making him bite his lip.

“Enough.” He snaps, dragging you to his level by your jaw. “You’re a brat, you know that right.”

“Yeah, but that’s what makes it fun.” You chime, batting your lashes innocently as you rebalance yourself to adjust your skirt.

He catches your hands as you try to re-tuck your blouse, eyeing you with a mockingly sympathetic look. “What are you doing? We made a deal didn’t we?” You lick your lips in anticipation, eyes lighting up at the realisation. “Bend over the desk, skirt up.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. Sauntering your way to the mahogany table, cluttered with files and paperwork that you’d been drowning in the past few days. Finding a relatively clean area you lean on your forearms, pulling your skirt up past your thighs, exposing yourself fully for him. He drinks you up as if it was the first time he’s seen you like this, ass high and ready, truth be told he never got tired of seeing you naked, no matter how many times he’s had you under him.

He steps out of his slacks to approach you, fingers kneading the flesh of your ass, spreading you nicely. Your pussy glistened and clenched around nothing in his mindless exploration, growing increasingly more enticing by the second.

“‘Saki~” You whine, hips wiggling in his grasp. “Stop teasing.”

“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you.” The pads of his fingers make quick work over his swollen tip, spreading the pooling residual cum before stroking his shaft leisurely. “Look at you, so needy, you’re practically dripping.” He slots himself between your slit, covering the head in your arousal that he could practically taste on his tongue. With a pause he gathers your skirt in a fist for future leverage. “Let’s let the whole office know who this pussy belongs to.”

With those final words he breaches your entrance, mouth agape as your plush walls welcomed him with open arms. Your gasp mimicked his, fingers tightening around the edge of dark wood while his hips clapped against yours with vigour.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ‘Saki!” You cry into the desk, hair partially fallen over your face from the force of his thrusts.

He chuckles maniacally as he pulls you back onto his cock with every stroke, driving himself deeper and deeper. His free hand slips between your thighs to rub your clit, the stimulation on the sensitive bud making your walls clench.

“That’s it, baby. Taking my cock so well. Creaming all over it like a good little slut.” He revels in your mewls of pleasure, reducing you to an incoherent mess of whimpers and moans. Your volume didn’t let up either, seemingly increasing the longer he nestled himself into that sweet spot he knew would turn you to putty in his hands. “Who makes you feel this good?” He continues, smacking your ass harshly.

“Kisaki!” Was all you could muster, mind clouded with lust and pleasure.

“Good girl. Who do you belong to?” His hips hit harder with each syllable, making sure to drive his point home.

“Tetta!”

“You wanna cum, baby?” You whine as he ups the pressure on your clit, hips halting as he grinds deep into your dripping cunt.

“Yes, please. Please, please let me cum ‘Saki!” Your thighs press together, constricting his cock further, drawing a deep growl from his throat. At this rate he wasn’t going to last long either, pushing through the oversensitivity becoming a greater feat. The edge was near and you were dragging him off the precipice with you at full speed.

“Cum for me, y/n.” With one last circle of his fingers your walls lock him in place as you cum, borderline screaming only to muffle it with your hand. As you fall off that ledge of euphoria so does he, a white wash of silken cum marking your gummy insides as his completely.

He stops himself from collapsing on you entirely, resting his free palm on the desk beside your waist, out of breath, hair in disarray and glasses partially fogged from the heat radiating from his skin. You lay in the same shape, chest rising and falling rapidly, legs about to give out from under you if not for Kisaki’s hand still between your thighs.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” He huffs, withdrawing from your pulsing pussy to tuck himself back in his briefs.

You sigh at the emptiness, legs finally failing you as you crumple to the floor in a tired sweaty mess. A thick glob of Kisaki’s cum spills from your hole, forming a pool on your skirt that laid ruffled halfway down your ass.

You muster a chuckle at his question, combing shaky fingers through your ruined hair. “What do you mean?”

He joins you on the floor, resting against the side of the desk with an exhausted breath. Instinctively you cuddle into his side, laying your head on his shoulder. “See this is what I’m talking about when I said you’re making me soft.” You both laugh, reflecting on the situation at hand.

“You make it sound like it’s such a bad thing. You can’t be a heartless monster all your life.” He looks down at you with a soft smile, love and adoration filling his chest. That was something he had yet to actually admit to you, that he was in love. Working with you so closely, getting to see you at your most vulnerable, those were moments he cherished greatly.

With a kiss on your forehead he sighs, shaking his head. “In my line of work, sweetheart, there’s no room for feelings.”

tags: @gardenof-venus, @sailewhoremoon. @okhotel, @xharia, @sakinotfound, @hoohoohope

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y-umiko · 1 year

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RANDOM HOT THINGS THEY DO

A/n: I think I miss writing too much :) anyways- This goes from Hot to cute. character(s): Various characters with no particular order

Baji taking his shirt off by pulling it from the back and over his head, his toned stomach on display for you to see. bonus if he was wearing his sweatpants dangerously low on his hips. do this often within your sight, knowing you can't help but stare.

Kazutora slightly slid off the right part of his jacket to show his sleeveless undershirt, Showcasing his tattoos running up from his right shoulder up to his neck. he does this when it gets too hot for his liking.

Hanma with his hair down and his golden eyes peeking through the strands of hair shows an innocent and sexy charm, this occurrence is most common when his fresh out of the shower or when he has just woken up. claims he hates it when you ruffle his hair but secretly it makes him sleepy.

Kisaki loosening his tie after a long day with one hand then removing his glasses in one swift movement before dropping all his weight into you. tucking his head between your shoulder and neck, mumbling about his day and how much he hated Hanma for making his day unnecessarily hard.

Sanzu habitually sticks out his tongue on almost any occasion while his eyes are dazed and deliriously crossed upward as he slaps the gun onto his tongue. or in just some cases licking his lips while maintaining eye contact at you, aware of his effect on you.

Kakucho rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt, exposing his forearms before doing tedious work, his muscles openly displayed for you to ogle. A few buttons open revealing his collarbone. You swore its almost a sin to look at him.

Ran leaning down to hear you better and clearer, head tilted to the side to allow you to whisper in his ears, before giving his shit-grinning smile.

Rindou not bothering to wipe your lipstick stain after making out or habitually placing his hand in your tight whenever you're sitting together, him tracing random shapes in your skin when he gets bored. your breath hitches when you feel him squeeze your thigh.

Wakasa always smells good no matter what situation, you get a whiff whenever you sat beside him or you pass by him. it was intoxicating.

Draken wiping off his sweat after a workout or after tinkering with his bike, using the bottom of his shirt to give you the perfect view of his abs.

Mikey casually flexes his muscles when he opens that jar of peanut butter for you, even though you know it's not actually that tight.

Chifuyu wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb and then gives you his closed eyes grinning face that makes your heart flutter.

Mitsuya still being a gentleman even when he's angry, pulling you to the side of the road where there aren’t moving cars while he was scolding you or nagging while he patches you up.

Izana makes good eye contact whenever you hand-feed him snacks or most of the time chocolates, his lips brushing against your fingers, catching you off guard whenever he licks the remnants on your fingers.

Shinichiro grabbing your burnt fingers and places them into his mouth to soothe the burn, concern swirling within his gaze.

Akashi puts off his cigarette and tossing it away whenever you're within the area.

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missallsundy · 1 year

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Tokyo Revengers Video Game Year End Event! 🎎🎊

#tokyo revengers #Pazurive #tokyo revengers chifuyu #baji x chifuyu #baji keisuke #baji imagines #bajifuyu #hanma shuuji x you #tokyorev kisaki #tokyo manji gang

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blue-sirius · 1 year

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| Kisaki and Hanma |

#kisaki tetta #hanma shuji #christmas showdown arc #tokyo revengers season 2 #tokyo revengers manga #tokyorev kisaki #kisaki and hanma #tokyo revengers anime

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mamiya-shotaro · 1 year

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“Draken shouldn’t be by your side. It should be me.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers live action #mamiya shotaro #kisaki tetta #kisaki tokyo revengers #tokyorev kisaki #jmovie #japanese movie #jdramasource #tvandfilm #filmedit #userstorge #connorjesup #look at this psycho bitch just doing that istg weird ass walk like the road is his fvcking runway #can't wait to see him the live action sequel i will hate him even more i knowwww it!!!#belleparkgif

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking abt Hanma x Kisaki threesome in the bad toman timeline- like imagine getting DP’d by them while one is praising and the other is degrading, or they’re both degrading you! They’re just so mean 😍 Remember when Kisaki was being all fake w/ Takemichi and Chifuyu in that ep? That’s it- that’s the SUS energy he would start with, until his true intentions start to show and they eventually have you right where they want you 🥺

okay i just finished this episode and should i be mad they did that? yes. am i not? yes. bro when they tied up chifuyu i paused and just sat there in shock like-

but fr, they did them dirty like that. but hanma and kisaki were cute and had their moments so its okay with me ☺️

this will be a bit long- (oops) NOTES: degrading, cussing cause… its hanma?, praising, riding, bottom reader, switch kisaki but more of a bottom 🤭, top hanma ofc, inspo from that episode, a whole lotta plot

"Damn is it cold." you mutter to yourself, pulling down your shirt to try and trap some warmth. You had planned this outfit a while ago, and of course the one day you wanted to wear it, it was the fucking north pole outside.

Hanma takes off his jacket, throwing it at your face as he adjusts his shirt. You felt bad, all he had on was a wife-beater top, but you were about to be a popsicle so you gladly accepted it. You slipped into it, in hailing his scent with a smile as your body slowly began to warm up.

"Kisa, look." hanma whispers as kisaki looks up from his book, earning a small grunt as he went back to reading. Hanma shot him a glare as he got up from the bench, grabbing kisaki's feet and yanking them towards him. Kisaki instinctively reached out for something to grab onto, but he was still thrown off of the bench and ended right in the pile of snow.

"Hanma!" he yells, getting on his knees and pulling the tall man down with him, this time making his face plant into the snow with a grin.

"Kisaki... I know he's a bit annoying, but don't get him too cold, will ya'?" you say with a chuckle. You hear a small "fine." come from the man as he gets up, brushing his pants off with a frown as hanma sits up, snow caking his face like make-up.

You bursted out in laughter, doubling over as hanma sheepishly wipes off his face with the back of his hand. Once you and kisaki caught your breaths, you looked up at the tall man that was now standing up fully. You immediately looked back down as you eyed his chest, the snow melting with his heat to make the white see-through.

"y/nnn, can i slide into my jacket with you? It's fucking cold out here." hanma pleads, getting on his knees to beg, making you turn even redder that you had been before.

"sure.." you mumble. The jacket was huge anyway, but you weren't too sure two could fit in it. Hanma examined the jacket with a frown, realizing this too. He looked at the sleeves, noting they were reasonably larger as he stood up. He lifted you up and sat down on the bench, sliding in behind you to where you were sitting on his lap.

Kisaki sat there dumbfounded as hanma smiled, his smile growing with your every move against him.

"Hanma!" you squeak out, not being able to move as he hugged you from behind.

kisaki spoke for hanma, a faint blush coating his cheeks as he gulped, "y/n, if you keep moving..." this made you halt your movements as you realized how close and personal you were hanma, feeling the slight bulge below you as you laid back into his chest with a groan.

"really?" you deadpan as hanma shuffles around, gaining more friction as you place a stern hand on his thigh to stop him. Anyone knew when he was in the mood, you could call him an animal in heat. The pure stamina in him was already ungodly, and if he was already close with you? Geez louise

"Pack it up for today kisaki, we have to meet the others today, remember?" hanma says, changing the topic as slid out of the jacket and grabbed his bag with a scowl.

Walking to the restaurant was silent, but chifuyu ran to you and lightened the mood instantly when you all arrived.

"y/n!" he says with a smile as he engulfed you in a warm hug, ruffling your hair with a grin as takemichi waved from behind.

"So just to make sure, y/n will stay with us while y'all stop hakkai?" hanma asks, earning a nod from kisaki and takemichi as you shrink into his jacket. This wasn't going to go smoothly, was it?

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"Can I go grab a soda?" you ask, wanting nothing more than to get away from everyone as chifuyu nods.

"Sure, but we're going to go inside, okay? stay safe." he says with a thumbs up and a grin as you nod and take off, skipping down the street as you take in the snowy cold air.

You get to the vending machine, taking your time and getting two sodas for good measure, making your way back to the church with a smile. You shoved the sodas in your pocket as you heard yelling and the sound of bikes, the color draining from your face as you ran as fast as you could. You reached the church just in time, rushing into the door and slamming it as the men outside began to pull up.

You sighed to yourself and took out the sodas, setting them on the ground so they could begin to fizz down as you turned around, finding kisaki watching the fight from afar.

"how's it going?" you ask, spooking kisaki as he turned around.

"fine." is all he says, turning back around with a frown as you stood there, puzzled why all of the sudden he was so cold.

"Something happen or..?" you say, catching his attention as he turned around.

"No. Cut the attitude, would ya?" hanma says from behind you, taking your hands into his strong grip and holding them behind your back. He didn't tie them up or anything, he just held them there as he gazed at takemichi getting pummeled.

"Let go hanma!" you exclaim, ripping your hands away and rubbing your wrists with a frown.

The three of you stood in silence, perking up when more, louder bikes approached outside.

“Should we leave now? Mikey has a way with his senses, and it won’t be good once he sees his captains beaten up like this.” kisaki asks, making it more of a retorical question as he was already heading for the exit door to the side.

“and y/n,” he says as hanma walks out, leaving just you and him in this area, “if you don’t want to get caught, i suggested you come with us.” and with that, he shuts the door, leaving you pondering the option.

You hated leaving chifuyu and takemichi, but with mitsuya, you knew they were better off already. Hakkai would eventually come around, you figured, so you pushed open the door, runninng after the two men in the distance with a frustrated huff.

”kisaki!” you yell, catching his attention as a grin spreaded on his face. you had fallen right into their hands without even realizing it. He turned around, his grin completely vanished as he stopped and waited for you to catch up.

“good choice for coming around.” he says, grabbing your hand as he jogs to catch up with hanma, pulling you along the way and ultimately in between them both.

“welcome back, sweetheart!” hanma says with a goofy grin. He always calls you that, but it was different this time as the actions done earlier in the day replayed in your head over and over again.

“hi.” is all you give him as you throw his jacket over his shoulder. He takes it and slips it back on, eyeing you the whole time as you walk down the street.

“hanma, turn, mine.” kisaki says, abruptly pushing you down an alley way to an unfamiliar part of town. You stubbled forward with a grumble yet continued to follow kisaki, hanma in the back on the lookout for other gang members.

After gettung through the alley way, hanma returned to your side and began to lead the way, taking a few more turns befor approaching a tan house. It was basic yet modern, old yet had fresh paint, it was an odd sight indeed.

“is this your house, kisaki?” you ask, glancing over just enough to catch someone out of the corner of your eye. You pushed kisaki forward, pushing him just in time to dodge the bullet as the man took off, disappearing into the shadows without a trace.

Kisaki pushed himself off of the fence with a groan and looked down, looking at the section of the fence that was been shattered to pieces.

“thanks, y/n. didn’t know i had such an enemy.” he says awkwardly as he opened the gate, unlocking the front door and kicking it open before placing the key back under a fake rock to hide it.

“make yourself at home, my parents aren’t home for the rest of the week.” he says, wandering to the kitchen to make something to eat. Hanma slips off his shoes and lays out on the couch, all too familiar with the house having been there countless time before when his fanily was gone.

You slipped off your shoes and awkwardly sat on the couch, finding it too rude to lay down dispite the tiredness overwhelming your eyes. You opted to gaze off, thinking about anyone who could have taken a shot with that good of accuracy that was an enemy of the gang. Or maybe they had been hired…no way, these gangs around here do things face to face. But what-

“earth to y/n, would you like something to eat?” kisaki’s strained voice brought you out of your trance as you shook your head and hid your face in your hands, overwhelmed with the curious gaze of both of then piercing your skull.

“c’mere~” hanma coos, patting his chest as he brushed the gel out of his hair with his hands. As much as you hated to get too comfortable without permission, a lack of sleep with this type of day did not pair well together. You hesitantly laid down on his chest, listening to his slow heartbeat as you gripped onto his shirt.

He brough his hand onto the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles as he fiddled with his hair. Eventually, you got uncomfortable and began to move around, frustrated at how toned his chest was and how uncomfortable it was.like that’s a bad thing

“darl’, you know how this will end.” he groans out, alerting you and kisaki as you sat up with a blush. You leaned back into kisaki, letting out a squeal as you giggled into his chest.

“are they against it or..?” hanma asks as kisaki shakes his head, looking down at you.

“no, i think they want it, yeah?” kisaki teases as you roll over, facing the couch with a deeper blush. There was a moment of silence before you nod, hoping no one would see it, yet to no surprise, they did and moments later, you were thrown over hanma’s shoulder and were escorted off to kisaki’s bedroom.

Hanma threw you on the bed with a grin as he and kisaki looked down at you with hungry eyes. Kisaki was truly an interesting person; one moment he was calm and collected and the next he was just as feral for sex as hanma was on the daily.

“i think they’re waiting, kisaki.” hanma deadpans as kisaki leans down, unzipping hanma’s pants with a frown. He took his cock out, stroking it a few times to get him hard before scooting away, disgusted at the feelings on his hand.

Hanma chuckles and pulled kisaki up by the collar, sitting him on the bed next to you, fiddling with kisaki’s zipper as he reaches in a drawer in search for a condom. He hums when he finds one as he turns back to you and kisaki all layed out for him.

“shit, gonna’ fill you up.” hanma says with a grunt as he shoves all the way in, watching with a drunken gaze as your head was thrown back and you screamed out his name, gripping onto the sheets and kisaki’s thigh for stability.

Kisaki laid back on the bed, turning his head to you to capture you in a small kiss, hoping he wouldn’t get a notice from the neighbors to quiet down due to ‘excessive noise’ like he had before with hanma.

For you, hanma thrusting ruthlessly and kisaki’s gentle kiss was the perfect you needed to send you over into overstimulation rather quickly. For hanma though, just the sight of you so helpless from the overstimulation next to kisaki was just enough to almost make him bust.

“you- nh- you gotta stop squeezing so hard for me, loosen up now, will ya?” hanma says with a strained laugh and a long groan as he bends over into your torso. You took his hair into both of your hands as you squirmed again, tugging on his hair with small moans emiting from your throat.

“can i have some next?”

“kisaki let me enjoy this will you?”

“… but can i get some of that?

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