#tw: kisaki

[kinkandkreep]

Thinkin' about some of the TR men begging to put a baby in you.~~~

Kazutora is so gentle and sweet, softly whining out little pleas and petitions of "you'll make such a great mommy" and "you'll be so beautiful, swollen with my kid." You find it hard to refuse him, when he's so desperate like that.

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

Ken gives you an incredible sense of security and safety, such that you find it hard to argue with his logic.

"I'll take such good care of you, you and our baby will want for nothing."

The fantasy is so tempting, the feeling of euphoria so intoxicating in the moment that he's spilling inside you as your mind flutters with visions of that dream becoming a reality.

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

Keisuke has grown to adore the thought of being a father, and he knows without a shadow of a doubt that you'll make the perfect mother for his children.

"Just imagine it, __: a house full of mini versions of us, a home full of laughter and joy. Sounds like Heaven to me."

Later, as he caresses your seed swollen tummy in bed, you realize how little convincing it had actually taken.

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

Tetta has always been just so intelligent and such a meticulous planner, that when he begins borderline pleading to get you pregnant, you're simultaneously taken aback and incredibly intrigued.

"Please let me give you a son. An heir to our kingdom, a testament to our love."

His words are honey coated, dripping with infatuation and the resolve of a man determined to have his way.

You simply can't refuse him.

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

You've always known that Shinichiro would make an amazing father, what with how well he cares for his siblings, whom he loves dearly. When he finally approaches you about the prospect of kids, he's the one surprised by how readily you agree.

"R-really?! Oh __, I love you sooo much! You're absolutely perfect."

You make the sweetest love that night, and for many nights after, until you both can finally rejoice at having achieved your goal.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #kazutora hanemiya #hanemiya kazutora #draken #ken ryuguji #ryuguji ken #baji keisuke #keisuke baji #kisaki tetta #tetta kisaki #shinichiro sano #sano shinichiro #tw pregnancy #cw pregnancy #minors dni #minors do not interact

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Okayyyyy but what about CNC with Kisaki and Hanma?🤭

~💙

YES YES YES–

Hanma during a CNC session:

Mr. Eager Beaver over here

He is totally down for something like this; whether you want to be rough and mean, or soft and loving

Please be rough with him though? 🥺

Shuji is into all sorts of dangerous/fucked up kinks. As long as you have a safe word/signal ready, you can do anything to him 💛

Press a knife against his throat while you tear his clothing off, or maybe use the knife to cut open his underwear

I hope you like play fighting, because Shuji will make you work for control. He's going to fight back until you restrain him and fuck away his attitude

You'll more than likely end up throwing him around at first

Bringing him out of that headspace/out of the scene has to be a gradual process. You can't just flip a switch and start acting normal

Gradually tone down your aggression or harsh words and mix in a few backhanded compliments until Shuji visibly relaxes

Then, after some time, praise him for being so good for you. Give him so many hugs and allow him to act clingy and vulnerable 💛

Kisaki during a CNC session:

Very reluctant to try it at first, but if it's with you... maybe it would be ok?

It's not something he wants to do often, but the occasional scene is fine

When you push inside and tell him "M'sorry baby, I just needed you so badly... Can't help myself" 👌👌👌

Kisaki likes the kind of cnc scenes where you're just so turned on by him/desperate to have him that you don't even wait. You just start touching and kissing and grabbing and sliding in and thrusting and-

Allowing himself to be vulnerable and like prey is... a strange feeling, to say the least. Some part of him enjoys letting go though. Letting someone else have control in such a way — something that he's never done before, it's kind of nice every now and then

Tetta is also incredibly clingy after it's over. Please allow him to be, he's not the best at regulating his emotions 🥺

#mailbox #thirst #shuji hanma #tetta kisaki #hanma smut #kisaki smut #hanma x reader #kisaki x reader #sub hanma #sub kisaki #hanma x male reader #kisaki x male reader #male reader #dom reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x male reader #cnc tw #💙 anon

[idesireelysian]

discovering their gun kink

how i think you would discover tokrev men’s gun kinks

characters: sanzu, naoto, mikey

wordcount: 0.6k

cw/tw: gn!reader, guns, gun kink, pet names (once; baby), slight talk of kink, suggestive but not nsfw, you can interpret this as a romantic relationship qpr fwbs etc tried to keep it ambigous but what’s established is that you’re fucking

☆—`sanzu

he’s known about his gun kink for a while now

has even lived out the fantasy with someone before you two started fucking

so he’s wanted to tell you for a while

he’s not insecure or embarassed about it at all but communication is kind of hard for him, which is why he thought he could maybe just hint at it. which didn’t work at all

one day, the two of you are on a party hosted by the haitani brothers

somehow, you end up playing truth or dare, and sanzu gets asked what one of his biggest kinks is

he admits that he has a gun kink

later, when you’re in private, you tell him that you’re surprised but certainly open to try it out sometime

he grabs your face and hungrily kisses you right then & there.

☆—`naoto

he hasn’t discovered his gun kink yet.

as a detective, he has his own gun. he decides to show it to you one day because you seemed interested

he lets you hold it and all that, but he unloaded it beforehand for safety

so you jokingly point it at him, slowly drawing closer

naoto doesn’t react at all, which is why you decide to only stop walking right in front of him. you lay a hand on his nape and hold the gun to his temple

so close to him, you can see a blush spread from his cheeks all the way up to his ears

he stays still, no signs of moving away. ,,y/n, can you put the gun down, please?’’, he asks, voice raspy

you do as you’re told, lowering your hand with the gun. ,,why’s that, though? i can see that you’re enjoying it, you know...’’

,,i just- i didn’t expect to get turned on by being held at gunpoint’’, he admits, not looking into your eyes

,,oh? if you want to, we can explore your newly discovered kink’’, you offer and smile

his blush gets even darker, and he nods. ,,please put it back on my temple’’, he asks shyly

,,of course, baby.’’ you shove him against the nearest wall and comply.

☆—`mikey

i feel like he straight up tells you tbh

you’re coming home after work, and see him standing in the kitchen, reaching for his beloved taiyaki

obviously, you decide to sneak up on him and hug him from behind. it earns you a surprised yelp

,,y/n! now you made me drop my food..’’, he complains, but doesn’t make any attempts to leave your grasp and pick it up again

,,yeah, yeah, love you too.’’ you roll your eyes, though can’t help to smile

mikey leans back into your touch, tilting his head back to look at your face

you gently kiss his forehead

,,more..?’’, he asks, and grins

you like kissing him anyway, so you comply, spinning him around to face you first

he immediately leans in to kiss your lips, trying not to smile too much to ruin it

after a few kisses, it starts to get more and more heated, and mikey’s clinging to your body, trying to find naked skin

you shove him against the counter, taiyaki long forgotten

,,y/n? could we.. try something a little more extreme today, maybe?’’, he asks against your lips

,,like what, exactly?’’

,,well, you know. i have a sort of gun kink..’’, he admits, looking right into your eyes. he isn’t ashamed of it

,,hm... sure, if you’d like that!’’ you smile, and cup his cheeks, pulling him into another passionate kiss.

#tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #mikey #sano manjiro #sanzu haruchiyo #naoto tachibana #mikey x reader #mikey x you #sanzu x reader #sanzu x you #naoto x reader #naoto x you #tw gun #have the most self indulgent hcs i could possibly write #remind me to never directly write on tumlr in mobile again bc you can’t copy shit so i had to count the words by hand. #suddenly got hyperfixated on writing x reader stuff instead of normal fics like i usually do ?? #idk. might post more in a few days might not idfk how my adhd brain works #i really wanna write smth for kisaki rn tho i just need a good idea

[fuwushiguro]

Turning Diamonds Into Snow

Tetta Kisaki x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: I know a lot of people hate Kisaki (me included lmao) and he isn't very popular but I hope some of you guys enjoy this Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, smoking, age gap, adultery, model!reader, sir!kink, cocaine use, substance abuse, stockholm syndrome, coercion, degradation, restraints, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, daddy kink, dumbification, slapping, breeding, creampie. Words: 3k

3am.

It’s 3am and you’re alone in a random diner, little hands clutching onto a steaming cup of coffee. You’re dying for it to cool. Not so much that it tastes disgusting, but enough that you can drink it and stop the tremors wracking through your body. People are staring, though it’s nothing new. You suspect they are likely glances of pity.

Because, truly, you look pathetic.

There are a group of boys from another booth looking over at you. Not boys, actually… men. They’re all in suits. They’ve been asking the waitress for coffee refills since you got here two hours ago.

One man is staring more intently than the others. He’s wearing round glasses. His hair combed over to one side, black and blonde streaking through unevenly. You can’t help but notice the tattoo on his hand.

Sin.

You think he might notice you staring when he puts his coffee cup down. Quickly you look away, but soon enough he’s picking it up again. This time with the other hand.

Punishment.

A bolt of fear strikes through you as you realise this group of men may not be ones you should be stuck in a diner with at this ungodly hour.

“I recognise her.” Hanma states, earning a scoff from the group he’s with.

“No shit. You’ve been staring at her since she walked in.” Kisaki explains, shaking his head and fishing around for a cigarette in the pocket of his expensive looking coat. The waitress approaches with the intention of forbidding him from smoking inside. However a deathly glare from the three men in front of her soon deters her. “Who is she?”

“Dunno. I just feel like I’ve seen her somewhere.” Hanma adds, lighting a flame for Kisaki to ignite his cigarette with.

“Probably a hooker,” Mikey chimes in, too busy focusing on his phone to be fully engaged with the conversation. Hanma rolls his eyes and returns to focus on figuring out who you are.

“That sounds right. World class hooker, hah?” Kisaki joins in with the teasing.

World class.

The words unlock something in Shuuji’s mind. World class…

“Oh fuck. She’s famous, boys.” Hanma states. It’s enough to fully steal Mikey’s attention as he raises a sceptical brow and looks in your direction. Kisaki can’t help but do the same, all three of them staring at you as they wonder if there is any truth to what he’s saying. “Give me your phone, I’ll show you.” Hanma asks.

“Huh? Use your own.”

“It’s dead. Hand it over.”

Kisaki sighs and hands his phone over to his friend. Soon enough he’s on the Instagram app and typing in your username. He places the phone down flat on the table to let mikey and Kisaki look through your profile.

“Cute.” Mikey speaks, weakly.

“She’s a model? Very cute.” Kisaki adds.

“See, look, magazine covers and runway stuff too. Not just an Instagram model, she’s a real one.” he tells them, almost as if he’s defending your honour and life choices.

Kisaki stubs out his cigarette on the table, shuffling out of the booth and standing to his feet. He folds his coat over himself. “Thanks for the tip.” he winks as he walks towards you. Hanma groans, furious he didn’t act first when he had the upper hand.

You stiffen when you notice this terrifying man is actually walking towards you. He smiles, you think he might be trying to ease your nerves. But his smile isn’t sincere, that much is clear. You feel even more scared, if anything.

“Need a refill, sweetheart?” he asks you.

“U-Um…” you can’t answer before he’s signalling the waitress to come over. “Thank you, sir.” you smile, hoping it doesn’t look too forced.

Sir, huh? Oh… he loves the sound of that.

“What are you doing out so late? Been partying… or fall out with your boyfriend?” he wonders, attempting to figure out your situation. He wants to know why you’re alone. If anyone will be asking where you went or if anyone will actually care if you don’t go home tonight.

“Y-Yeah… uh, my… boyfriend.” you stutter, flailing over your own words as you try and get them out as quickly as possible. Kisaki waits for the waitress to top up your coffee, tipping her and winking his thanks as he watches her walk away. He’d rather not have any prying ears, if possible.

“You’re not a very good liar.”

“What?”

“There’s no boyfriend, is there?” he tells you. He takes note of how uncomfortable you look and snickers, trusting it will be enough to lower your high guard. “Don’t worry, I know we look shady but I promise we aren’t.”

“I didn’t say that…” you object, feebly. It’s clear you’ve made a judgement about him before even speaking to him. And if he’s being honest, you’ve likely read him like a book.

But he’s not going to tell you that.

“We’re just off a late flight from a business trip. Trying to get some down time before we go home to our families.” he explains.

That should settle your nerves. Hearing that he’s a businessman with a family. Family will most likely translate to a wife and a few kids in your mind. And you’re not wrong about that. You can see the wedding ring on his finger. He’s even willing to show you his brood of brats if you feel the need to question him about it.

“Where was the trip?” you ask him, curiously. Travel is a weakness of yours. It’s something you’ve always planned to do and would still love to do, if circumstances were different.

“Germany.” he answers, plainly. “See how easy it is to answer questions? Don’t be shy… tell me why you’re here.” he insists. You look around, wondering if it’s the right thing to do. But, really, what’s the harm? It’s not like he can use it against you.

“I had a fight with my family… so… I just wanted some space.”

“Families are tough, babe, I understand.” he nods in agreement. He’s a master manipulator, unbeknownst to you. Offering faux sympathy and mimicking your body language to set your mind at ease. And, Christ, wouldn’t you know it? It’s working. “What was the fight about?”

“I— I’d rather not say…” you tell him. Ah. This should be good.

“C’mon.” he encourages you. He leans over the table, hoping you’ll do the same. “It can’t be that bad.” he whispers.

“W-Well…” you start, quietly, doing as he wished and leaning your face closer to his. “I like to party… but they don’t like the way I party.” you tell him in hushed tones.

“Ahhh, drugs, right?”

“Mhmmn, I like coke.” you smile, almost shyly. Would you look at that. A bona fide cokewhore. “S’not a big deal… y’know? They just don’t get it. They like to overreact, my parents are dumb strict.” you tell him.

“How old are you? You could get your own place.” he suggests, but you shake your head in response.”

“I’m twenty-five. And, yeah, I make a bunch of my own money so I should be able to move out, right? Nope… my psycho fucking parents have control of my bank account.” you explain. This is the most you’ve talked to anyone about this, and he’s a complete stranger. You have no idea why you’re telling him all of this. But it’s simple, really. You’re under his spell.

“I mean… c’mon, kiddo. Probably ‘cause of the coke habit.” he laughs. You sigh in response. “Don’t be like that, baby. I get it.”

“What do you know about it? You’re old enough to be my dad, your partying days are long over.” you respond, rudely.

“Ouch, princess has a bite, hah?” he laughs. He reaches into his coat pocket, his eyes fixated on yours. “I suppose you won’t be interested in this, then.” he grins, showing off a small bag of coke to you as discretely as he can.

“Hah, no way. What does your family think about that?”

“My family can have an opinion when they pay the bills.” he laughs, almost like he’s joking despite being deathly serious. “Interested?” he wonders. You bite your lip, fighting the urge to take his hand off at the generous honour.

“What’s the catch?” you query. With guys like this; offers like this, there’s always a catch.

“Come home with me.”

“Hah. That’s low. What about your wife?” you ask, genuinely curious how he plans to explain this away.

“Baby, I’ve got all the coke either of us could want and I’m taking business trips all over the world just for the fun of it. You think I don’t own more than one home?”

All the coke you could ever want.

It’s an enticing offer. And the more he dangles the bag in front of your face, you know you’re too weak willed to decline. It might be the worst decision you’ll ever make. But… you just can’t say no to the siren call of white powder.

And then, you’re nodding.

He smiles. An entirely evil toothy smile. But you’re already grabbing your jacket and your bag before standing up. He holds out his arm to you, offering you to link with him. He escorts you out. But not before winking at his friends with pride.

“Do you love me?”

It’s a question he’s asked every single day since you met so many months ago. He didn’t need a real answer.

Not at first.

You’d respond with a giggle. Or a boisterous laugh. Sometimes you’d answer his question with a kiss which always created a pathway into you fucking each other until the sun would rise.

Truthfully, you don’t think you’ve ever been so happy.

It’s unconventional, sure, but still you find yourself smiling every day without fail. It’s easy being with Kisaki. It’s easy being his little secret. No one knows where you are, except him. He doesn’t like it when you leave the house. He doesn’t like it when he doesn’t know where you are.

You can’t leave.

You can’t leave him.

He takes you out sometimes. He’ll blindfold you and make you lie down in the backseat of the car so no one can see you and you have no sense of direction. He always takes you to sweet yet secluded places.

The beach.

The mountains.

Eerily beautiful places that you know could be your last destination on earth. Places where he could push you to your demise or drown you so that your body gets lost at sea.

No one would know, just him.

But so far, it hasn’t come to that. He’s good to you, he is. Kisaki knows how much you love coke, so he gets it for you. He keeps you coked up to the eyeballs and sometimes you feel like a whore.

Maybe because that’s exactly what you are.

You fuck him as thanks for your coke.

You’re a coke whore.

“I love you.” you whisper, feebly, with an award winning smile after snorting a line. He grabs your face in one hand, puckering your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. Kisaki looks so serious, always. His eyebrows and constantly at a scowl and you think he has to force himself to rectify that about himself.

But he doesn’t while he looks at you.

At your lips.

He looks between your eyes and your plump, inviting lips until he can’t resist you anymore. He tilts his head and his lips meet with yours.

“I love you when you’re high.” he smiles, muttering words between kisses.

And you laugh, kissing him back so sweetly.

“I love you when I’m high.”

And just like that, you’re weightless. He picks you up by your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He drops you down roughly onto the dining table. His body weight on top of your is intoxicating. The way he kisses and alternates to nibbling your lower lip while he tries to undress all at once is dizzying.

You watch him as he throws his shirt across the room and he starts to work at his belt.

“Arms up.” he instructs, and you obey. You hold your arms above your head together, knowing full well what he’s about to do. “Such a good little whore, aren’t you? Do anything for me and your habit.” he laughs.

You giggle at him, he likes it when you entertain how mean he can be to you. You’ll accept anything he wants to do to you, because if you don’t you know he can cut you off.

So of course you don’t mind that he wants to bind you with his belt, your wrists restricted and trapped by the leg of the dining table.

You watch him carefully as he circles back around you, climbing on top of you and studying your body beneath him. He grabs two fistfuls of your little vest and rips it apart with ease. Your breasts exposed to the chill in the air and bouncing freely. He cups one, fondling the nipple and almost salivating at your bare flesh.

It seems he wants to suck them, but for whatever reason he’s holding himself back.

“Tell me how bad you want me.” he demands.

“Mmpf, Tetta I’m— ‘m so wet. Please, I need you. M-My panties are—”

“What?” he smirks, “Your panties are what?”

You look away, feeling shy. A rush of heat flocks to your face and you can’t help but squirm under his stare. He hooks his fingers into your shorts and yanks them down in one fell swoop. He can’t stop smiling at the way your legs are wriggling and writhing against the table.

It’s him.

What he does to you is unspeakable.

You can’t decide if you want your legs open or closed. So he just watches in fascination as you try to decide. Though eventually it grows tiresome for him. When your legs are open, he keeps them open. Slapping your inner thighs near your pussy and strictly instructing that you keep them open. He runs a line over the fabric between your pussy lips from your sopping hole up to your clit.

“Oh you little slut. You are fuckin’ soaked.” he speaks, his eyes filled with lustrous malice. He puts his head between your thighs after moving your panties into the crease of your thigh. He repeats what he had done with his finger but with his tongue, and you can’t help but shudder and moan, clamping your thighs around his head. “Oh, no, babe. Your treat was the coke. This pussy is for me. You’re gonna give me a treat now.” he reminds you.

He frees his thick cock and lines it up with your dripping slot. Fresh tears roll down your eyes as he slowly plunges inside of you. It’s good…

It’s good.

It’s so fucking good.

“Dirty coke whore aren’t ya?” he laughs, thrusting in and out of you at a hurried pace. “Say thank you, right fuckin’ now, say ‘thank you, daddy.’”

“Mmpf, thank you! T-Thank you, daddy!” you wail, biting your lip over and over between moans as he ploughs inside of you. Your head is moved quickly to the side. It takes you a moment to register what happened until you feel the familiar sting of his striking palm.

“Stupid cock drunk girl,” he grins, “What are you even thankin’ me for? Do you know, baby? Use that cute li’l head of yours to think about it.”

“I— I— f-for letting me stay here… w-with you!” you tell him. He smiles, raising his eyebrows as if he’s looking for more. “Thank you for the coke, daddy! I love you! I l-love you s’much!” you sob, almost screaming through how perfectly he’s ruining your precious cunt.

“What else? C’mon, gorgeous, you’re happy right now because of daddy, yeah? So say thank you.” he commands. His cock throbs aggressively and the sight of the little gulp you just took slithering down your tiny throat.

“Thank you for fucking me! I love your cock, daddy, I do! T-Thank you for giving it to me!” you explain.

He grunts at that, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he humps into you, moving you further and further up the dining table. You can see a prominent vein bulging in his forehead as he fucks you with a vengeance.

“So tight, so fuckin’ tight baby.” he tells you. “Cumming soon, yeah? Can feel how close you are.”

“Can I, daddy? Can I p-please cum f-for you?” you groan, desperately.

“Yes, baby,” he nods, “Cum on daddy’s cock.”

You only wish you could cling onto him while you unfurl around him. You wish that you could rake your fingers down his back and break the skin. It’s a desperate need as you keep cumming and cumming for him. There’s no way to steel yourself. You have nothing to grab onto to ground yourself and keep you on earth with him. You are in ecstasy, moaning and clamping around him as you get through your high.

And once you finally finish, he can’t help but watch you in awe. The way the aftershocks wrack through your body and you’re spasming on his cock. He pounds you with every single bit of body weight he has behind it, flooding your walls with his white and creamy cum.

He kisses between your breasts and sucks on your tits while he spurts load after load of himself into you, not wanting to waste a drop of his essence. It belongs inside of you.

He belongs inside of you.

When he eventually pulls out, his cum can’t help but throb out of you. With each pulse of your aching pussy, his sperm is forced out. He fingers it back inside, lovingly, rubbing his thumb over your clit at the same time.

“Mine.” he tells you, eyes focused on yours.

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

“I cum in this whenever I want, so it’s mine. And you are mine.”

“Yours, daddy, always.”

“Do you love me?” he queries.

“I love you.”

“Do you want to leave me?”

“No, daddy, I’ll never leave you.”

He smirks at that.

You say it like you have a choice.

© 2022 fuwushiguro

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tr smut #tetta kisaki x reader #tetta kisaki smut #kisaki x reader #tetta x reader #tw dubcon #tw noncon #tw stockholm syndrome #tw drugs #tw restraints #tw smoking #tw adultery #tw coercion #tw degradation #tw sir kink #tw daddy kink #tw dumbification #tw breeding kink #tw age gap

[marabout2772]

⚠️ TW BLOOD ⚠️

If I had a nickel for every fanarts I've done for one of @mitsukkai 's fic, I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's strange it happened twice 👀

The fic is called thy art, its hankisa, and IT'S SO FUCKING COOL ! GO READ IT EVERYONE !!!

(But please read the tags before ! Heavy description of murder, blood and gore !)

Literally the second I finished reading it, I had this urge to draw it ! I dunno what's with your writing mitsukkai, but it make me want to CREATE

Also I tried another style of shading/lighting, so its a bit inconsistent, sorry about that !

Likes are cool, reblogs are cooler btw !

#i looove evil hankisa and this fic is EVERYTHING to me #thanks so much for sharing your wonderful wonderful works with us tumbler user mitsukkai 🙏🏽❤ #hanma shuji #kisaki tetta #tokyo revengers #hankisa #marabout's art #TW #blood #gore #(?) #i had so much fun with the compositions and the framing too #it was a great exercise #oh and im in love with cell shading now

[the-chikyuu-times]

#kakucho #izana kurokawa #takemichi hanagaki #takemitchy #naoto tachibana #kisaki tetta #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers tenjiku-hen #anime #gifs #gif #edits #edit #graphics #blood tw

[zhonglicious]

bad toman kisaki stalking you and you knowing hes there but you dont stop or call him out on it bc its soo hot having such a powerful man chase after your dust like a starving lion

#ignore me #ive been in a kisaki mood lately #tw dark content #tw stalking #cw dark content #cw stalking #kisaki x reader #kisaki smut

[strawberryclementine]

Kisaki is an insomniac and Hanma is a sleepwalker. The first time they spend a night together, Kisaki is just sitting there, staring at the ceiling, and twiddling his thumbs, but then Hanma suddenly gets up and starts grumbling to himself, opening and closing doors, etc. For a second, Kisaki is really confused why Hanma is being so incoherent and random, but once he realizes what's going on he finds it extremely entertaining to just watch him waddle around aimlessly. He makes sure Hanma doesn't do anything dangerous and escorts him back to sleep a few minutes later.

#also he wouldn't tell hanma that he noticed it #Tokyo Revengers headcanons #kisaki tetta #hanma shuji #hankisa #also I feel like Kisaki would try striking up a conversation with sleeping Hanma just to see what he'd say #tw somnambulism #Tw insomnia

[dweebsfilingcabinet]

They live rent free in my fucking head brain rotation 25/8.

#hanma x kisaki #hankisa #hankisa fanart #tetta kisaki #shuji hanma #hanma shuji #kisaki tetta #tokrev kisaki #tokrev fanart #tokrev hanma #tokrev #tokyo revengers #eyestrain #eyestrain tw #tw: eyestrain #tw eyestrain

[ace-aro-taku]

GET ISEKAI'D BITCH

#tokyo revengers #tw death #tw traffic accident #kisaki tetta #tokyo revengers season 3

[cartoonsbyandie]

Last shot

#kogoro mouri #eri kisaki #detective conan #meitantei conan #case closed #Idk if this is cool or lame but it was fun #Lineless (kind of) for once B) #I think Tumblr's image compression wasn't kind to this one #gun tw #mouri kogoro #kisaki eri #dcmk

[marabout2772]

TW blood ! And kinda spoiler for the Tokyo rev manga

A sorta hankisa (?) comic I first imaginated 2 years ago, but didn't have the capabilities, or the confidence to actually draw

Today I'm proud to announce that I finally made it ! The scenario is not really interesting, but it's a project very close to my heart nonetheless :)

So yeah, this post is about hanma being a bit cray cray,

but ALSO, it's about my growth as an artist, and how I am glad drawing made its way into my life, and how it shaped me as a person :')

I know there's not a lotta audience for the hankisa, or hanma centric, side of Tokyo rev, but i hope you fine lads like it :) ❤

Likes are cool, reblogs are cooler btw

#im kinda emotional ngl #i really feel like ive reach an important point #but anyway enough sappy stuff innit #it was very satisfying to do this project #(that took me WEEKS by the way) #but im glad its done now #i was beginning to see in grey scale #hanma shuji #kisaki tetta #hankisa #Tokyo revengers #marabout's art #Tw #blood

[princematcha]

pearls

kisaki tetta x fem!reader

tw: nsfw, dub con collaring i think mdni

You never wore pearls before you met him. He clasped them around your neck while fucking you like an animal from behind, desperate grunts and pants rolling against your neck. He said you deserved them.

Pretty pet like you needs a pretty collar.

You met Kisaki in a shitty bar in Shinjuku, straps of your dress falling down your shoulders, lipstick smeared off and reapplied. Your earring flew off and landed near his black leather Celine’s; and he initially sneered at the sight of the silver-plated brass and rhinestones.

Then you bent over in front of him, picking the piece up with a coquette-ish smile.

How could he sneer at such a fuckable face like that?

Kisaki Tetta took you home that night in his Lexus LFA Nürburgring. He was knuckles deep in you while you rode shotgun, eight inches deep in you when you rode him in his bed.

You haven’t had a day where he wasn’t waiting on the other end of a phone call since then. But he has you as much as you have him, whether you wanted to or not.

You never wore pearls before you met Kisaki, and you’ll never take them off without him.

Because only he has the key to unlock it.

#I will probably never write for Tokyo revengers ever again I was just thinking and listening to Lana #kisaki tetta x reader #kisaki tetta thirst #kisaki tetta smut #tw dubcon #tokyo revengers thirst #is this yandere???? I don't think so???? #but yeah first and last time for tr writing I think #I just don't want to make another part of my masterlist #matcha.spills