#captain kishibe

[xxsabitoxx]

Experience

Kishibe x Fem! Reader

Warnings: large age gap (reader is in her 20s but it’s unspecified) and Kishibe is 50, car sex, hand job, degrading, praising, smoking

A/N: this was meant to be a short 1-1.5k Drabble but it turned into a mini smut instead (my brain is weird so some of y’all may still consider this a Drabble or you may consider it a full fic… idk man) anywho here he is :)

Word count: 2.6k

“You… you can’t be serious, oneechan.” Denji was staring at you with an udon noodle hanging between his lips. You chuckled at Denji’s constant use of calling you “big sis” — Aki had reprimanded him forever ago about using formalities with you. You had told him senpai was far too much and that calling you oneechan was fine. Still, it made you chuckle that it was the only nickname he ever stuck too with no bribery needed. Aki still used the gum tactic to get Power and Denji to use the correct terms while addressing him.

“I am serious.” The smile never left your face, watching as Denji slurped his noodle the rest of the way. “But why? He’s so old! Hell he’s over half your age! Ain’t he like 50 or something? And you’re like 20-something? I doubt he can even get his dick hard!” You rolled your eyes, laughter bubbling in your chest as Denji’s clear shock at your crush on his mentor. You’d known Kishibe since you joined public safety a few years prior, having worked alongside Aki when it came to training under the man’s brutal regime.

“Oh I doubt that. Kishibe is a man of experience, he probably has over 30 years worth with women.” Denji still couldn’t see how that would appeal to you, if anything he thought it should be a turn off. “That’s 30 years of use. You’ll probably catch a disease.” At that you couldn’t help but snort, putting your cigarette to your lips and inhaling. “Just think about it for a second, Denji. Wouldn't you want a woman that knows what she’s doing? One that would know how to take care of you?”

“I mean yeah, but maybe a woman that’s only a couple years older than me. You’re going after a man that was well into adulthood by the time you were born.” You shook your head, finding it rather funny that Denji was seemingly peeved by this. “That’s real bold coming from you, Denji-kun.” The blonde quirked his eyebrow, eyeing you suspiciously as he went in for yet another helping. “You and your crush on Makima? The fact that she seems to reciprocate your advances? Kinda a similar situation… but mine is legal.”

You shrugged your shoulders, blowing the smoke you had inhaled. “Yah, whatever… go for your creepy old man then.” He stuck his tongue out as you rolled your eyes, a victorious smile still present on your lips. “No really…” he drawled softly “he’s right there.” You froze, head whipping around to the direction Denji had motioned to. Sure enough, Kishibe was sitting at the bar, a glass of whisky in front of him… typical. You turned back to Denji, utterly mortified. “You don’t think he heard us, do you?” The blonde shrugged, a shit eating grin creeping up his face.

“Denji!” You whisper yelled this time, face growing warm. “Huh?” He spoke a little louder than necessary “I don’t think he heard? What’s the big deal anyways? Ain’t you want him to know? So you can like…actually do something about ya crush?” He drawled loudly, enough to draw a few wandering eyes to your table. “N-not the point! Shut up!” You were snuffing out your cigarettes on the underside of the table seconds later, ready to make a quick escape before Kishibe could even notice you there.

The problem being, you knew your old mentor fairly well. It was more than likely that he was already aware of your presence. Not only that but you were nearly positive he’d probably heard you and Denji talking about him. You wouldn’t be able to escape him unless you put a conscious effort into sneaking out of here. Even then, he’d find a way to corner you and ask you what the hell was going on. “Eh, whatever oneechan… at least I have the guts to go for the people I like.” Now you knew you were done for.

If Denji was going to make this a game of confidence, you’d have to do your “big sister” duties and simply one up him. “You’re a pain in my ass.” You scoffed, watching the grin return to the blonde’s face as you pushed your chair out. “You can thank me later.” Was all he said, returning to his udon as you made your way to the bar. “Captain Kishibe.” You fought to keep your voice steady. Kishibe turned to look at you, the usual stoic expression on his face.

“Come to talk to the creepy old man sitting alone at the bar?” He chimed softly, watching your face morph into embarrassment as he confirmed your biggest fear. He heard everything you and Denji had said. “Blame blondey over there for that nickname. Guessing that if you heard what Denji had to say you also heard what I had to say.” Your arms clasped behind your back, fidgeting with your fingers nervously as you waited for him to speak.

Kishibe swirled his glass around, watching the amber liquid slosh before he brought it to his lips and downed the rest. “Oh, I did. Not that I’m shocked… you’re far more transparent with your emotions than you think you are, y/n.” You could have melted on the spot, seeped straight into the floorboards and disappeared forever. Instead, you shifted your weight from foot to foot, willing yourself to grow some confidence and test the waters. It didn’t seem he was necessarily shutting you down just yet.

“Well… I guess this was a pretty lame ass way of saying I have a thing for my old mentor.” Kishibe leaned back, eyes shutting briefly as he inhaled through his nose. “You’re just looking for someone to show you a good time. Tell me, have you ever actually enjoyed any of the men you’ve slept with?” His eyes opened and he turned to face you fully now, tapping the wooden top of the bar twice to signal that he was ready to pay his tab. “Truthfully, no.” A breathy chuckle left him, one that sent shivers down your spine.

“I see. I guess that would make it my duty, Hmm? Your old mentor has to show you the ropes… show you the good from the bad. A private lesson, if you would.” You didn’t quite know how to react, your brain working in overdrive to try and process the words he had just spoken. “S-so you’re saying you’ll…” you flinched at your own stutter, watching Kishibe eye you carefully. “That I’ll show you how a man properly satisfies a lady? Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, Sugar.” Your heart jumped at the nickname.

You found it hard to speak, instead you kept your mouth shut and watched your old mentor pay his tab before grabbing his coat off the back of his chair. “I paid for the fool’s meal as well as yours, he’ll get home on his own just fine. Let’s go.” Kishibe was heading towards the door, you waited till he was facing away to shoot Denji a look. The blonde seemed a bit awestruck that you were already leaving with him, you just shrugged as you left. You’d probably have to apologize the next time you saw him.

Before you knew it you were slipping into the passenger side of Kishibe’s car, thanking him softly for opening and closing the door for you. He slipped on the other side a moment later, turning the key so the engine roared to life. “I didn’t think you were the car type.” You commented softly, eyes scanning the amount of gadgets that littered the dashboard. The car’s interior was all black leather, that was at least something you expected from him.

“I’m not but the holiday bonus was nice and I needed an upgrade anyways.” He cracked his window, lighting up a cigarette before pulling out of the restaurant’s small lot and out into the bustling street. You didn’t expect him to be nervous, nor did you expect him to be awkward about the situation. Yet you were practically squirming in your seat, hoping he’d show some sort of nervousness to help you feel less inexperienced.

His cigarette hung half hazardously from his lips, one hand on the wheel while the other came down to rest on your thigh. You nearly choked on your own saliva, heat pooling in your gut at the simple action. “Amuse me, would you? What’s the best thing a guy has done for you, Hmm?” Smoke puffed out around his cigarette, eyes locked on the road as he waited for your response. “Offer to walk me home.” You admitted sheepishly, not quite sure how he’d react to such a lame response. It was true your taste in men hadn’t really benefited you in any way up until now.

He let out a gruff laugh, slowing down as he pulled up to a red light and plucked the cigarette from his lips. “That’s it? Seriously? Where the hell are you finding these bummy men?” You weren’t sure why his clear annoyance affected you the way it did, but you found yourself struggling to not press your thighs together. A small effort to relieve some of the ache, you knew if you moved your legs even a little he’d feel it. Then again, he was driving you back to his apartment to fuck you… would it really matter? “No need to be tense.” He murmured softly, hand squeezing your thigh.

“…’m not tense.” A stupid lie but it made him chuckle so you couldn’t really be mad at it. “Let me help you relax.” The cigarette was back between his lips, hand on the wheel as the light turned green. Kishibe pushed on your thigh, silently asking you to spread them. It took your brain a few seconds to properly respond, spreading them just enough that he could fit his hand between them. “Atta girl…” smoke puffed out around his lips once again, filling your nose in an almost intoxicating way. You were a bit shocked by the praise, nearly letting a whimper slip out.

The man you knew as your mentor was certainly not the same as the man sitting beside you. Then again you doubted he would ever woo the amount of women he did with his mentor attitude. Kishibe’s hand gingerly crept up your thigh before dipping between to cup your panty covered cunt. You mentally thanked yourself for wearing a skirt, giving the man in the driver's seat easy access to where you wanted him the most. He could feel your warmth radiating through the thin material, on top of that he could tell you were already wet.

Kishibe exhaled deeply, forcing himself to remain focused on the road even though he’d really like to look over and gauge your reaction. Truthfully, he had been waiting patiently for quite some time now for you to be the one to make the first move. He wasn’t lying when he said you were transparent with your emotions, but even then he didn’t want to risk creating awkward situations. He was getting old after all, a fifty year old man going for a woman in her twenties would certainly look terrible on his part if the other party didn’t reciprocate.

Maybe he was just a creepy old pervert for thinking that way.

Regardless, it was starting to get hard to ignore the persistent stiffness between his own legs. You’re breathing had hitched, suddenly dizzied by the fact that his hands were already on you. Two fingers pressed against the wetmark on your panties, drawing a sigh from your lips as he rubbed the material softly. “You’re more excited than you let on.” it was an off hand comment, one that had your fingers gripping the door handle to keep yourself grounded. Kishibe’s fingers slid along your slit, settling over your pulsing clit.

“You’ve said no man has ever satisfied you… I take it because he didn’t know where this was…” he pressed down, sending a shock of pleasure through you. Your mouth opened but nothing came out, slowly he began rubbing tentative circles, making sure you keep his fingers on the cloth of your panties. He wouldn’t let you feel his bare fingers just yet. More smoke puffed out, filling the car briefly before being sucked out the window. “I asked you a question, sugar.” you turned to look at him, face warm as his fingers continued to pleasure you. “T-that would be right…”

“Every woman is different, is this good for you?” you knew he was referring to his current action. “Y-yeah but…” you reached for his hand, placing yours over his as you guided him to a faster tempo. Kishibe took the reins again instantly, chuckling softly as you let out a soft moan. “Hmm, that better?” it was low, enough you send shivers through you as your hips jerked into his hand. “Need more…” you couldn’t quite figure out what specifically you needed, you just knew you needed more of him. “I know.” was all he said, fingers working you up continuously as he drove.

Part of you had to wonder if he was even driving you to his apartment at this point. It felt like you were going in circles around the city as he got you off in his front seat. Before you knew it, you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. “S-shit…” you clenched around nothing, the tension in your gut had appeared a lot quicker than usual. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he teased softly, fingers picking up speed ever so slightly. You mumbled out some sort of ‘yes’, gasping softly as the tension continued to build.

Maybe it was the combination of everything, Kishibe, his hand, the fact that he was doing this almost absentmindedly while driving through the city, everything was edging you on. “Then cum for me. Show me how much of a little slut you are. I mean really, you’re going to cum from me rubbing you through your panties. You’ll ruin them.” You whined at his words, the tension building so intensely that you were certain you’d fall apart. “Atta girl…cum for me” encouraged again, rolling to a stop at yet another red light.

He looked over at you know, the sudden motion causing you to turn to look at him. “C’mon… no need to hold back.” he sneered, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You felt your lower lip tremble, head turning to look back at the road as your orgasm crashed down over you. Breathless gasps escaped your lips, hand shooting down to hold Kishibe’s wrist as he continued to work you through your ogasm. “…ough… enough…” you squeaked, overstimulation taking over as the light turned green.

He only slowed because of the light turning green, hand never retracting from where it was between your legs. “Here we are.” He commented offhand, pulling into the parking lot of his apartment building. You blinked, the throb already returning. “Hope you’re not worn out… I haven’t even gotten to show you a proper good time.” He pulled into a numbered space, shifting into park and plucking the nearly gone cigarette from his lips. You watched him put it out on an ashtray in his cup holder, turning the car off a moment later.

“Well?” You shivered as his hand pulled away, making you want to chase after him. “Y-yeah…I’m not worn out. Hell, after your training it’s hard to ever get worn out these days…captain.” You teased softly, not knowing where the confidence came from. A smile actually tugged at his lips, hand reaching for the door handle and pushing it open. “I’ll remember that, sugar.” For some reason, you felt as if you had just dug your own grave.

[gengor]

Rotating them in my brain

[itschainsawman]

Merry Christmas from Santa Claus

[serapphiim]

how good i think csm characters would be at eating someone out...

[smol-ackerman]

CAPTAIN KISHIBE

チェンソーマン Ep. 07: Taste of a kiss

[queenof-curses]

Kishibe: Paying the Price

Captain Kishibe is right, you'll never be strong enough to kill the Devil that murdered your family. You need to sign a Contract with a Devil fast, but you don't know any that are willing.

Good thing Captain Kishibe is more than willing to help you out, for a price…

Kishibe x Fem!Reader

wc: 3.5k

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Minors DNI! Explicit Sex, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Cunnilingus, Office Sex, Teacher-Student relationship, Age-gap, a little dark, & NOT beta read!

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“Decent work today, thanks to me. You’d be dead if I weren’t here, Kid…”

The older man sighs before taking a swig from his flask.

Whiskey, probably… you thought.

He was right though. If Kishibe weren’t there to check up on you during your mission, that Devil probably would’ve killed you. His next words pull you from your self-reflections,

“If you had train as I taught you, you wouldn’t be in a mess on every fucking mission.” He comments. “You have to take my advice, or you’ll never see your next birthday.”

Captain or not, the old man always seemed to pester you about not having any deals yet with a Devil. Your training up to this point with Kishibe has strictly been physical and strategic, and you were starting to feel the consequences of it all.

You joined Public Safety shortly after your family had been killed by a top Devil, being placed in Tokyo’s Special Division 4, under Captain Kishibe because of your smart and quick thinking. Now though, you wonder if that was a mistake…

You didn’t want to sell a part of yourself to a disgusting Devil, but how do you expect to get any stronger? Maybe the Captain was right after all…

Taking a moment to think it out, you finally decide to take a stance. You have to lose some, to win some- right?

You look up at Kishibe, his eyes slightly hooded and glossy (a state he was always in due to the job + alcohol), waiting for your response.

“I’ll do it.” you firmly decided.

He looks at you confused and you roll your eyes.

“Do what?” He asks.

“I’ll make a contract with a Devil… to get stronger. To kill the one responsible for my family’s murder.” You announce it to him.

You sounded so sure of yourself, a tone that Kishibe realized he hadn’t ever heard from you before. It perked him up a bit from his clouded mind.

He was quite proud, then, seeing you so confident. It was so different from the first day he took you into his division. He knew you were going to be great. But you should know- it wasn’t going to be easy.

“Alright,” he says. “And who do you plan on making a deal with?”

*Silence*

You look at him and think about all the Devils you know that would sign a contract with you… coming up empty. They were all dead!

The old man laughs out loud at that, “You don’t even know any one?!” he asks, incredulous.

“Uhhh… no…” is all you could respond with.

“Well shit Kid,” he pauses to think, scratching the rough stubble on his face. “You’re lucky I like you, I’ve got someone just in mind. But..”

He looks you up and down, eyes slowly raking over your body.

You shuffled under his gaze, adjusting your tight suit. Suddenly, you feel like your tie was choking you. Unable to keep cool under his stare, you feel your face flush red.

“But what?” you hesitantly ask.

“But!” He grins… “you’re gonna have to pay for the contact.”

What, just exactly, is up the Captain’s sleeve?

“H-How?”

“I think you know how.” He moves to leave, calling one last line over his shoulder before leaving you. “My office. 10 o’clock tonight. Wear something easy to remove.”

He doesn’t wait for your response before walking out, leaving you with a shocked expression and a wet spot in your panties.

—

Walking up to the Captain’s office was something you were used to, just not in this context. You were hesitant to come, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you were also excited and nervous.

You needed this contact; needed to be strong.

For my family, you think before knocking three times.

*knock knock knock*

“Captain? It’s me…”

“Come in, and close the door behind you.”

You were excitable as you entered.

It was no secret that Kishibe enjoyed his fair share of Alcohol, Devil Hunting, and Women. You just never thought he would find you attractive. He was so much older than you, so much wiser and experienced. Why would you even entertain the idea that he would be interested? Surely this isn’t what you were planning for, right?

Walking into his office, you shut the door softly. Stopping just in front of it, you look at the older man waiting.

Kishibe stood in front of his large, oak desk. His long trench coat was off for once, sitting on the coat rack at the edge of the room. He was wearing the usual uniform of a Devil Hunter, a slim black tie and dress pants. The tight white dress shirt accentuated his muscles, giving his regularly rugged look a more defined stance. His jaw was tense, you could tell even from where you stood.

He’d been waiting for your arrival, and it sent tingles of excitement to your lower parts.

The only light was a desk lamp, illuminating the man from behind and basking his silhouette in a soft yellow glow. The rest of the room was dark; the only occupants being the two of you.

You weren’t sure what to do next, so you stood your ground waiting for further instruction from the man. Your fingers brush against the hem of the short dress you decided to wear. It felt odd to be in this room without your suit and tie on, weapons discarded in the locker room of the building.

You felt exposed in the dress, remembering that your only other articles of clothing were your panties and shoes. A dress this short and tight didn’t have room for a bra, unfortunately, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him.

He watched you play with the short hem, enjoying the visible shyness that crept up your neck. Kishibe was glad you followed instructions, and he admired the tiny playful dress you picked for tonight. He appreciated how your little nipples budded against the thin fabric, and his mouth watered as he thought about sucking on your tits.

Despite his lustful mind, he knew you looked good. The kind of good, he thought, that a girl would choose to go out for a date in.

That wasn’t the plan he had for you tonight, however.

No, tonight he was going to have what he’s been waiting for since the very first time you stepped into this office. He wasn’t a patient man, and he was ready to get started.

He calls your name out loud, his voice making you jump.

“Y-yes, Captain?”

“Come closer, let’s see the pretty little dress you’re wearing.”

You walk towards him, dropping your hands as you make your way over to where he’s leaning against the desk.

Once you’re within arms reach, he grabs you.

Gasping, you suddenly find yourself engulfed in his scent. Cologne and a slight whiskey scent… He smells familiar, you can’t put your finger on it, though. Kind of like home… but do you even remember what home smelled like?

You expect the man to hug you. However, you seem to be wrong.

Your Captain reaches behind your head, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling you towards his shoulder. He tilted your chin up towards his face with his other hand, putting you in a helpless position under him.

A thumb comes to caress your jaw as he hummed in admiration, looking deep into your eyes.

“You know, Kid… I know a lot of Devils. I could make you the strongest member of Division 4. You could finally kill the one that murdered your family. But… it’s gonna cost ya. Are you willing to pay?” He asks you.

You spend a moment to think, though you knew your mind was already made up. You’d do anything to kill the Devil that went after your kin. Revenge was your only priority, but was having sex with your Captain something you’d be willing to do?

The yellow light reflects off his earrings and the sparkle catches your eye…

Kishibe really was a good looking man. You thought about him occasionally, mostly on your lonely nights… And although he was much older than you, he had his shit together.

That is, had his shit together besides the alcohol… and the brutality… and the women….

Okay, so he didn’t really have all his shit together. But he was good looking, fit, and willing to make you stronger. So you decide you need him.

You finally give him his answer.

Looking up at him, you lock your eyes with his before answering, “Yes, Captain…”

His smile stretches from ear to ear at that. He looked down at you and gripped your hair tighter. The pain makes you moan out, a sound he easily found himself wanting to hear more of.

“That’s Master to you, Kid…”

You correct yourself, “Yes Master…”

He grins, “That’s right Kid, and I am about to make you a very happy woman.”

Suddenly, he switches your positions. Flipping you around so that your front now faces his desk, he stands behind you. Using your hair as leverage, he yanks your head to the side, exposing your neck to him.

Hot, wet kisses are placed along your neck as Kishibe grinded his (from what you can only assume to be) huge bulge against you. His hips push your dress up, exposing the black panties you decided to wear for the night.

He groans against your neck as you push back against him. It was getting heated at a pace you weren’t used to. But you couldn’t deny that you were enjoying the passion of it all. You suddenly found yourself desperate, it was as if there was an aphrodisiac laced in the air of the room.

“Master…” you cry out, pushing your backside against his front.

Soft kisses were replaced by rough bites that soon decorated the side of your neck. Each hickey that he left was meant as a reminder of each time he thought about taking you just like this.

All those times Kishibe wanted to lay you out on the desk before him and mark what’s his. You were under his division, and he wanted to own you in every single way. All those filthy thoughts of his were finally coming true, and he was about to savor every delicious moment of it.

He lifts the rest of your dress over your hips before bending you over his desk. You brace yourself so as to not knock your head on the wooden table. Kishibe wasn’t messing around, you realize from his forcefulness.

You felt the cool air hit the heat of your pussy as he pulled your panties down to your ankles, exposing you to the room.

“Oh god,” you gasp out, realizing his hot breath was panting right against your core.

He must be on the floor, you realize, and therefore must be staring directly at your exposed pussy.

You try moving away, but firm hands come up to massage your backside.

“Don’t even try, Y/n, I want to see you…” He whispers, holding you in place.

His hands felt rough from all the years of Devil hunting he had behind him; his fingers were scratchy against the softness of your behind. His ruggedness only made you wetter, loving the savage-tendencies you knew this man had.

He brings his thumbs towards your core, using them to spread your lower lips apart.

You moan, knowing that he could see everything like this. You were exposed to your Master completely, and you knew what he saw was a wet hole that desperately needed fucking.

“This-” he starts before swiping his tongue from clit to your asshole, “is all mine… Got it, Kid?”

Another swipe of his tongue has you seeing stars. Your knees were weak, on the verge of collapsing against his face. You knew to answer him before he denied what you so desperately seeked.

“Yes, Master!” you cry out.

Kishibe laughs, knowing he has you exactly how he’s always wanted you. Spreading your lips further, he sticks his tongue into your folds.

You scream and thrash against his face as he tongue-fucks your pussy with vigor, his nose rubbing against that other dangerous place as you leak into his mouth and drip down his chin.

“Oh god, yes!” you beg him, “Please Master!”

He drives you insane as he brings a tumb to circle your clit, making buck against him like an animal in heat. The rough stubble of his chin teased your folds as you ground yourself onto his face.

Stopping for a moment, he slowly circles your clit with his thumb- edging you, but teasing your orgasm from completely unfolding.

“Do you want to cum?” he mocks. “Do you want to cream all over my face?”

“Fuck- yes! Please!”

“Please, what Kid?”

“Please, Master!” You cry.

He responds in a tone that is almost threatening. “Then do it.”

Diving his face back into your cunt, he slurps and sucks your pussy, alternating between fucking your little hole and dancing his hot tongue across your clit.

It’s enough to drive you past the point of teasing. Your orgasm hits you like a train as you squirt all over Kishibe’s face, soaking him and the floor below in your juices. He encourages you to keep going.

“That’s it, Kid- fuck my face.”

You rock back against his tongue, riding out your pleasure as you feel the wetness against the rough stubble on his chin. You grinded against his face, enjoying the way he ate your pussy like a man starved.

He slowly licked you clean as you came to. After a few moments, you seem to slow your hips and come back down to Earth.

You were a wet mess. Sweaty and covered in your own cum, you pant to try and catch your breath. Attempts to collect your thoughts were made. However, you knew this man wasn’t through with you just yet.

Kishibe stands up, keeping his hands firmly on your hips. His grip was firm, almost bruising.

You knew better than to move- he wanted you there and you would do anything to please him at this point.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asks you.

You can hear the buckle of his belt jingle as he undoes the strap. The zipper pull is next, and all of a sudden you feel the hot weight of a giant cock sitting against your bare backside.

The heat of his shaft felt like a brand on your skin, and you wiggled your hips to tease the beast.

*slap*

A painful blow comes to your butt, making you yelp out in pain. He didn’t appreciate your teasing.

*slap slap slap*

Your cheeks were on fire as he delivered blow after blow onto your behind. You groaned and moaned underneath him, waiting for his hits to finally end- not daring to move from your spot.

“Now,” he said after a final eighth blow, “What do you want?”

You cry softly, the cracks of his hand that followed too soon after your ograsm left tears in your eyes.

“W-want you, Master!” you say out to him, keeping your eyes fixated on the wall in front of you.

“Want what from me?” He goads.

He’s teasing you, you realize. The embarrassment of this older man making you beg for him pushed the tears over, falling softly onto the desk below you.

“Want you!! I want your cock- Sir, please!” You manage to cry out, but not before feeling inferior under the wrath of his brutality. You were overwhelmed with pain and pleasure; your mind had thoughts of only one thing: Kishibe’s cock.

“If you insist…”

The tip of his shaft runs up and down your wet folds- he coats himself in your juice before stopping at your clit. Circling your little bundle of nerves, he notices how swollen it's become from your prior orgasm. He can’t wait to have you crying for him.

Kishibe had big plans for his little woman. He was not only going to make you great- but make you his completely. He wanted you drunk on his cock; wanted you to cry out for him every night. From here on out, you would be molded to the shape of his shaft.

Bringing his cock towards your entrance, the older man teases your hole. Pressing his tip in and out, keeping it shallow enough for you to become frustrated.

“Please Master! I need it- I need your cum…” you cry out softly, desperate for stimulation.

You were a mess before him, having no idea what you just signed yourself up for.

“Oi Kid, don’t worry…” He smiles down at you. “You’ll get my load and more…”

His hips slam against yours in one movement, sinking his cock into your cunt all at once.

You scream- It’s too much. You didn’t expect him to go down to the hilt in one thrust.

Kishibe was no small man- his body practically towered over yours, and he had a penis to match. He was huge…

Your cunt stretched around him, filling you up as he pushed against your cervix.

“Fuck!” you cry out, the tears spilling down your cheeks rapidly. “It’s too much! I can’t take it…”

“Oh you can,” he responds to your pleas. “You can and you will.”

His next movements match his demanding tone. He’s swift as he pulls out of your pussy only to sink back in. You continue to cry out for him to slow down...

Suddenly, he shifts and thrusts up. His hips push against that rough part inside of you and have your vision going white.

Your cries quickly turn into moans of pleasure as his shaft rubs against it. He knows he’s just found your sweet spot.

With a smirk, he drives himself up into your cunt. Slamming himself inside of you over and over again. He fucks you on his desk as if you were the last woman in the world.

Soft cries fall from your lips as you mumble about how much you love it, how much you want his cum inside of you.

He barely hears what you’re saying over the slapping sounds of his hips meeting your backside, the squelching sounds of your wet cunt quivering around his hard cock.

“Fuck- Kid, you’re gonna make me fucking cum soon.” He says, not being able to hold back his strength.

He drives into you hard and fast, relishing the way your warm walls welcome his hard shaft. The grip he has on your hips is solid as he sets a brutal pace.

“Fucking do it- please, cum in me! I’ll do anything,” you beg him, reminding him of his original deal. “I’ll do anything please, cum in me- I want to be strong!”

“Oh you’ll be the strongest, Kid…I’ll fucking bathe you in my seed.”

“Fuck… please.. Fill me up, I’ll let you cum as much as you want…”

Your last statement seemed to seal the deal with Kishibe. You rocked back against his thrusting hips, meeting his body with equal excitement and endeavor.

“Shit, I-I’m gonna cum…” he manages to growl out.

His pace begins to get sloppy as he feels himself come undone. With one final thrust, Kishibe buries himself inside of your waiting cunt. He fills you with his seed- coating your insides with hot cum.

Swaying against him, you milk his cock with all that you can. Squeezing around him tightly, you make sure to try and collect every drop he gives you, putting on a show with your hip movements. He filled you deliciously, your insides felt hot and full.

All he can do is groan as you take control- he was completely fucked out and absolutely mesmorized by your little winking asshole below him. He stared down at it as you continued to drain him.

Oh he had plans for that, too. You were to be his in all ways after this.

After a few moments, you feel him remove himself from your body. With his weight gone, you could feel yourself drip in his release and knew he was watching.

Kishibe couldn’t help himself as he found himself on the floor, sitting in the same position that he had been in to eat you out just moments before. With his thumbs once again separating the pussy lips of your swollen cunt, he looked directly into the deepest parts of you. The same parts that his cock was just buried in. He couldn’t help his lewd thoughts as he realized he was getting hard once more.

You let him watch your hole leak onto the floor in submission… You realize that you’d let him do just about anything at this point, loving the way you felt under his demanding gaze.

“Master…” you whisper out, not too sure what you were asking for.

“Shhh…” he says, voice hushed. “I’m about to make you a very strong Devil Hunter.”

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[gary-mu]

Breaking the rules

Pairing: Kishibe x female/afab reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2626

Warnings/Tags: pwp, age difference, dirty talk, teasing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, outdoor-sex, semi-public sex, Kishibe being a horny bastard.

Summary: After a surprisingly successful mission, you and your teammates decide to grab some drinks. Kishibe, your captain, agrees to come along and have some fun with the team.

Little you knew the night would bring you more than alcohol and laughter. A special reward for your victory was waiting for you in the shape of an old hunter with a liking for booze, killing demons... and you.

A/N: When it comes to this man, I just can't get my mind out of the gutter 🥵🥵🥵

Enjoy my beloved Kishibe simps :)

Cover by: @edpanart

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The night is young, alcohol is flowing, and conversations are getting livelier and livelier. The atmosphere is filled with camaraderie and the satisfaction of knowing that the entire team survived the last mission. Today there are enough reasons to celebrate.

Your job as a demon hunter has taught you -the hard way- that you only live once, and you have to live each day as if it were your last. Tonight, it means getting drunk and forgetting about the world for a while.

On the other side of the small wooden table -right in front of you- sits the legendary Captain Kishibe nursing his fifth glass of whiskey. You still find it hard to believe that he has accepted your invitation to come along, but you are glad he has. His presence makes you feel safe. After all, thanks to him, many of those present did not suffer a slow and painful death. But there is something beyond your admiration for him, something less noble and more primitive. 

Your eyes travel from Kishibe's long fingers to his strong biceps -visible under the white fabric of his shirt- then to his mouth. Letting your imagination run wild, you press your thighs together, trying in vain to relieve the tension that continues to increase with each fantasy. Your body temperature rises, and you open a couple of buttons on your shirt to cool down.

Kishibe has drunk a lot, but his perception has not been affected. For several minutes now, the hunter has noticed the weight of your gaze on him. More than being annoying, it arouses his curiosity. Once your attention makes it hard for him to concentrate on the conversation with other teammates, he turns to look at you. His deep grey eyes seem to search your soul until they reveal your darkest secret. Everything is so sudden that you don't have time to hide your longing gaze.

Oh, little bunny. If you come closer, I might eat you alive. Kishibe thinks, emptying his glass while he holds your gaze. He needs nothing more than to look into your eyes to know what you want from him. Hot blood rushes through his veins at the possibility of having found a new toy, and suddenly the night becomes a lot more interesting. Will you let me sink my fangs into your soft flesh?  The question floats in his mind, and he wishes you could read his thoughts and see all he can offer you if you accept his proposal.

If alcohol wasn't starting to cloud your common sense, you'd probably be ashamed of the improper way you look at your superior. But lucky for you, he doesn't seem to mind it at all. You might even say he enjoys it. Kishibe's eyes are glued to you. His fingers stroke the empty glass between them with the sole intention of torturing you. Finally, the tingling sensation between your legs and the effort you're making not to jump on him and rip his clothes off in front of the whole division force you to get up, excuse yourself and go out for some fresh air. Maybe the older hunter will get the hint and decide to follow you, or the breeze will turn off your arousal. Either way, you would be happy.

The chill air blows gently on your face, the sounds of the city surround you in their chaotic melody, and you close your eyes, letting them clear your mind. Five more minutes, and you can go back inside with your teammates without worrying about the effect Kishibe has on you. But when you thought you were back to normal, you perceive the restaurant door open behind you, then the distinctive click of a lighter. Your heart skips a beat, and you open your eyes wide to be met by the imposing presence of your captain.

"I know what you want, Y/N." Kishibe's deep voice prevents any other sound from reaching your ears, claiming your attention.

A few moments before, you would have pulled him to you to catch his lips in a fiery kiss, but the hustle and bustle in the street have mitigated the effect of those glasses of beer you drank as if it were water. Now shame returns to keep you from making a fool of yourself.

"I-I-I don't know..." you try to lie, but his intense gaze frustrates any attempt to pretend you don't know what he means. Instead, you decide to shut up and avoid his eyes, clenching your fists as if it might keep your cheeks from turning crimson.

"It's okay," Kishibe reassures, blowing some smoke as he approaches. "There's no need to deny it. I saw the way you were looking at me back there. I am not blind, you know?" he reveals matter-of-factly without a hint of anger or discomfort.

What now?  You ask yourself, afraid to answer your question. A side of you wants to apologize, blame it on the alcohol, and pray it won't get you in trouble. But the other one -the one who's currently winning- wants to move forward, to take the first step and beg your superior to rail you because your arousal would drive you mad otherwise. Because you need him buried deep inside you since the first time you crossed paths with him and his sinful magnetism.

"Do you want it now?" Kishibe offers, with a voice like dark chocolate, rough and tempting. The cigarette burning in his fingers falls to the floor and dies under the sole of his combat boots.

The hunter's movements are calm, and his face remains serene, but just like you, he can't wait to touch you, to have you wrapped around him and make you moan his name again and again. If it wasn't because you are in the middle of a celebration and his presence is required to boost the team's confidence, he'd take you home and spend the whole night making you come until you beg him to stop. But he knows that would be too much to ask. He'll have to settle for a few minutes, knowing it will be enough to become your new addiction.

"Yes," you reply immediately, forgetting the rules, the chain of command, and the shame you'll feel tomorrow when alcohol is no longer flowing through your veins. The hunter answers your impatience with a satisfied grin and a soft "Come with me."

An eternity passes as you follow your superior into a dark alley behind the bar. The pounding of your heart in your ears prevents you from hearing your footsteps, and your body trembles despite the fire burning inside you. Suddenly, as if you've fast-forwarded the scene with an invisible remote control, you find yourself with your back against the wall and Kishibe's hand pinning your wrists above your head. His scent of sandalwood, fine cigarettes, and whiskey is intoxicating, and you can't help but take a deep breath to let it invade you. The hunter gives you one last predatory glance before catching your mouth in a passionate kiss. The desperate whine coming out of you makes him chuckle. From that moment on and at the same time, everything happens fast and slowly.

With the swiftness that comes with years of physical training, the hunter lifts you effortlessly, placing your legs on either side of his waist. His mouth seeks yours again in a mind-numbing, breathtaking kiss. His tongue finds its way between your soft lips to intoxicate itself with your taste. His already stiff cock presses hard against your clothed core making you whimper and tighten your legs around him.

"Good girl," Kishibe praises, breaking the kiss to look into your eyes, chuckling when they roll back into your head as soon as he begins to move his hips, teasing you. Making you impossibly wet with every inch of his erection rubbing against your slit at a deliciously even pace.

"Kishibe-san~," you mewl with your fingers tangled in his hair and with his mouth leaving wet kisses on your neck. His strong hands squeeze your butt, and your walls throb, desperate to be filled to the brim by his rock-hard cock. Lust has set your body ablaze, and your only goal now is to surrender to Kishibe's desires, to let him use you in every way he wants.

"What is it, sweetheart?" The hunter whispers against your skin, pretending not to notice that you're entirely under his spell. "Do you want me to fuck you hard ?" He husks, pressing the tip of his erection to your nub.

"Yes... please, " you beg, bucking your hips and cursing the few millimeters of cloth that get in the way between your bodies. "I need you."

"Oh, Y/N. It will be a pleasure to ruin you." Kishibe grunts before nibbling on your collarbone, allowing himself to enjoy for a few more seconds those faint desperate noises that tear from you every one of his caresses. "Turn around and undo your pants, doll," he commands after a while, putting you down.

Despite your trembling legs, you do as he says as fast as you can. You unbutton your pants and let them drop to your ankles, shivering as your red-hot skin meets the cold night air. Behind you, the hunter frees his erection, giving it a few pumps as he takes in your figure and your ass raised towards him like an offering.

Kishibe approaches you slowly, his stiff member resting on your buttocks while a callused hand snakes inside your soaked panties, exploring, making you squirm with neediness. You're already a heavy-breathing mess when deft fingers find your nub and begin pressing slow circles over it. With his name on your lips, you throw your head back against his shoulder as you spread your legs to give him more room to play.

Lucky for you, the hunter doesn't need any more clues to know what you want. A single digit caresses your swollen lips before sliding inside your warm walls, and you press your eyes shut, biting back a moan. A second and third finger join not long after, bringing you closer to the stars. The hunter has you writhing desperately against his hand a few moments later.

"Does it feel good?" Kishibe breathes in your ear as if he doesn't know the answer already, as if the way you fuck his fingers isn't enough proof that you're enjoying every second of it. The hunter wishes he'd had more time to tease you. The way you beg for his cock is like music to his ears, and he could listen to it all night long, but your ass rubbing against his erection is making him lose his patience.

After fumbling in his pockets, the hunter finally founds a small plastic wrapper. With a hoarse "hold on, doll." and a featherlight kiss on your shoulder, Kishibe withdraws his fingers from you to open the packaging and unroll the condom over his dripping member before coating it with your glistening juices. His heart races as he pulls your panties down and guides his tip to your dripping slit.

"Are you ready for me, my little bunny?" Kishibe husks. The pleading "yes" coming out of you is all he needs to hear before entering you slowly with a drawn-out grunt that reverberates throughout your body. His hands slide down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he takes time to savor -with closed eyes- the way your wetness swallows him whole. Reminding himself that both of you must return before raising suspicion, the hunter begins to move in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Finally, what you had been fantasizing about for so long has come true. Kishibes's thick cock feels better than you ever imagine, and your mind stops functioning. Your vocabulary is soon reduced to two syllables and a common curse word. The hunter stretches your walls so deliciously that you can't help but moan his name out loud as you pull him closer against your back, bringing his mouth to your neck and lifting your buttocks to take him deeper.

"Fuck me harder," you plead when the fire burning inside you needs more fuel and when the sublime ache between your legs compels you to pursue its explosive end. Unknowingly, you have just awakened the beast inside the hunter. Following your command, the gentle pace of Kishibe's thrusts increases to become a relentless pounding. The chaotic sound of the city can barely muffle your melodious moans and the hunter's low grunts. Squelching noises mix with breathy curses as you bend over to allow him a better angle, finding support in the damp wall in front of you.

"Ohhh, Y/N... I might get used to fuck that sweet pussy of yours," Kishibe growls, watching himself disappear again and again inside your warmth. Amidst cries of pleasure, you agree to his disguised proposition, and the hunter feels himself throb. If he isn't careful, he might get too carried away and finish quicker than intended.

In the enticing torture of unmeasured lust, you reach for his hand and guide it to your pulsating clit. The hunter can't help but smile as you show him how badly you need him to finish the job. With his fingers eagerly rubbing your sensitive spot and his hips smacking against yours with every powerful thrust, you feel yourself ascending faster and faster to that paradise that only those who dare to give free rein to their desires can reach.

With his name on your lips and shudders of pleasure flowing through your body, you finally surrender to the sweet bliss of your orgasm. Amid ecstasy, you notice how Kishibe's breathing becomes shallower, and the pace of his pounding becomes more erratic. Soon after, he's joining you in heaven with short and breathy curses.

*****

Once you get your breaths back and have finished adjusting your clothes and hair, the two of you return to the restaurant. Your legs are still a little clumsy, and you blush when you remember what happened just a few minutes ago and a few meters away. The man next to you, on the other hand, looks as calm and neutral as ever, except when he turns to look at you and gives you a knowing wink.

Most of your teammates have already passed out on the table, and the rest -who are still a little conscious- are calling cabs for the whole team. The young man -who's been working with you for the past seven months- waves at you when you come closer. His gaze is blurry, and the stupid grin on his face is a sign that tomorrow he will wake up wishing he had died during the mission.

"Y/N! I-I... thought you had... gonehome," His words slur, and you barely understand what he's saying. "Are y-you... comingwithus?... We are s-sharing a cab." He concludes, trying to point with a akward finger at the people he means by "us."

"It's okay. Y/N was having a smoke with me," Kishibe replies before you even can come up with an answer. "And no, I already offered to take her home..." he adds before turning to you and lowering his tone. "That, in case you're ready for a second round."

The warmth of a deep blush crawls up your neck. The boldness of Kishibe's offer takes you aback. But you would never forgive yourself if you turned it down, not after having a small try at your captain's talents. After checking that no one else had listened to that last sentence, you stroke your partner's shoulder and wave your team goodbye.

"Let's go, " you reply, and Kishibe's shit-eating grin makes you doubt for a moment if you made the right decision.

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[dexlexia]

bareback - kishibe x reader

pairing: kishibe x reader rating: 18+ summary: tags: unprotected sex, pwp, rough sex, age gap (reader is 20, kishibe 50s), daddy kink, blowjobs

complimentary fic to: protection - aki x reader

Kishibe was rough around the edges. The Mad Dog Captain who made a living from killing devils. He was a skilled killer who reeked of alcohol, he was a womanizer, and a total rat-bastard. He could be ruthless when it came to sex, not something a young twenty-something should be involving yourself in. But nonetheless, you wore the outfit he bought for you, put a large coat over it and headed to the low-end motel you often met at 

It was in the red light district, it was mostly used for these types of affairs. Younger female, older man, the power dynamic there was undeniable. You wondered how many girls Kishibe brought to this hotel, when you asked him later on he laughed and told you not to worry your little head about it. You climbed the steps to the room and knocked four times before you entered. 

Kishibe was sitting at a small table and chair with his flask in hand. He was dressed in a suit and tie, his jacket hung up on the chair. His dark eyes turned to you, "I see you listened. Drop the jacket." He moved the chair so he was directed at you, "Come." He said like you were a dog. 

You took a step forward and toed out of your heels before you started to undo the overcoat, you dropped it to the ground.  You stood there so vulnerable. He took another swig of his flask before he got up and came over to you.  He towered over you,  his broad hands on your shoulders as he pulled the straps of the bra you wore down to your arms. 

  "No one saw you, did they?" He asked, his voice was low. There was a deepness to his voice that often left you warm all over. It was calm yet domineering.  He had all the cards in this relationship, you were just another little puppet he played with on days off.  

You shook your head, "No one saw me, sir." 

  "Good, because I don't want any other man to see you like this. I picked these out for you for my eyes only." He started to grope your breast, feeling the flesh under the structure of the bra. The bra was  dark red lace and barely concealed anything. If there was a cold enough  breeze your nipples would poke right through. The panties were the same situation, they barely covered your cunt. 

  "I don't want anyone to look at me the way you do, daddy." You said gently as you started to take the bra off. You let it fall to the ground.  You were so submissive to him, those large hands and gruff voice did a number to your system. You wanted to be the apple of his eye, the girl he spent most of his time with. You could be the only girl in his life, or you could be one of several. You thought about it sometimes and it left a cold feeling in your stomach. but when you were alone in the hotel with him, you didn't care. You wanted to be a good girl for your daddy.

Which meant him finishing inside of you every time. He said he was too old to be using condoms, so every time he fucked you raw. 

His hands returned to your breasts and he started to play with your nipples as he felt himself harden in his slacks. You were a sight to behold, those curves, your breasts that bounced every time you rode him.  He cupped your face and leaned in for a kiss while his free hand fondled you.

  "Kishibe." You said, your voice caught in a moan when he pulled at your nipple. He pinched the flesh and you corrected yourself, "Daddy, please. You're turning me on." 

   "That's good, babygirl. I want you wet for me." His hand moved to play with your clit as his cock throbbed in his pants. He felt wetness between your legs as he teased your clit. You moaned and he pulled you in for another searing kiss. You wrapped your arms around the man and pulled him close so your bare breasts were pressed against his clothed chest. 

He played with you for a moment, his fingers soon plunged deep inside of your aching cunt. His thumb teased your clit as you felt heat pool in your face. You moaned and gripped onto him as he quickly and roughly finger fucked you. You really were his good girl, his good little slut that he enjoyed nothing more than to fuck.  He kissed you once more, tongue down your throat as he used force against you. He could feel your cunt tighten around his digits.  

He soon pulled away and you looked up at him with flushed cheeks. You were so warm all over you could feel the sweat down your back. His dark eyes met you, you could taste his liquor in your mouth. He instructed you to get on the bed and while you approached the mattress, you stepped out of your panties. Leaving yourself fully nude while he was still clothed. 

  "You look good, baby girl." He said, he reached out for you and cupped your cheek, "So young, so fertile." He smirked a little, "I guess you were always the good girl, now that you're in the city you need an older man to take care of you. Give you pleasure the way that those snot nosed brats don't. Most boys your age don't know how to handle a girl like you." 

You leaned into his touch, "Maybe. Maybe you're the only one who gets me, daddy." 

  "Maybe I do, I've always wanted a toy that wouldn't break. And after all the time, you still haven't broken.' He stroked your cheek with his thumb. He soon pulled away and started to get undressed, he folded all his clothing onto the table nearby for after. He got to come in a suit and tie and you had to come in with lingerie on. 

You waited for him to come back to you, you inched up the bed and laid there propped up by your elbows with your knees bent. He folded everything neatly and came back to you. He was almost scary when he approached you on the bed. He reached out and grabbed you by the ankles until you were closer to the foot of the bed. 

He grabbed further up your legs and placed your legs around his waist.  Your ass fell near the edge of the bed as his cock twitched in anticipation.  He looked down at your body, eyeing every last inch of skin along your torso and chest. You looked amazing under him, you were his good girl. With the help of his hand, he slid his cock inside of your aching pussy. Kishibe's cock was no small feat, the stretch made you arch your back off the bed. 

  "That's it, babygirl." He encouraged, his voice sent shocks through your body, "That's my good girl. Taking daddy's cock like a champ." He reeked of liquor but you were so lost in the pleasure of it all that it was hard to focus on much else. You gripped the bed under you as you felt him split you open. His cock was impressive in size, he wasn't afraid to show you how it worked when buried inside your soaking cunt.

There was a slight curve to it, it hit all the right places when he fucked you.  It left you little choice but to arch your back and accept your fate.  You were daddy's good girl. 

You moaned, the sound was erotic as he started to thrust into you. The lack of a condo added to the stimulation as the two of you rutted together on the bed that had probably been used a thousand times prior.  Kishibe's eyes were locked on you as he continued to move against you. The bed squeaked with your movements as the two of you fucked barebacked on the bed.  Your breasts did a slight jiggle as the older man got a good eyeful of them. His hands soon reached out and played with them, kneading and pulling at them while he continued to work your body.

The body pleasure made you soaked. Sex with Kishibe was always exhilarating. There was no stopping him once he started, despite his age he still had an insatiable appetite for sex.  He always wanted you around, he didn't care what social life you had outside of him. He always wanted you in the small hotel room, you better drop what you're doing and come over.  He needed your sweet pussy in his life, and if anyone else was gorging themselves on your sweet sex, then he'd easily take care of them. No one else was touching what he staked claim on. 

  "That's it baby girl, that's a good girl." He purred as he continued to rock his hips, the pleasure built up inside of him.  He continued to move your body up and down the bed with each hard thrust.  You moaned loudly and it only encouraged him. He loved fucking you with no condom, there was nothing like ruining a poor girl and fill her up with sticky cum. Let it ooze out while she tried to get her bearings. He smirked to himself as he continued to ruin you. 

  "Please, daddy. Ah!" You gasped as you clutched onto the bed. Your hips moved on their own in an effort to meet his pace, but he was just too brutal that you always fell behind. Your sweet moans were music to Kishibe's ears as he rammed into you. Your mouth soon hung open as the need for release came upon you. 

But that didn't stop Kishibe who continued to fuck you like the sex doll you were, his cock hit against every sweet spot in your body as you remained on the bed. Your nails dug into the cheap bedding under your as the older man held your legs up and pounded deep into you.  You felt so close to orgasmic pleasure. 

Kishibe was close behind you, the curl of release pooled in his gut as he thrusted in and out of you.  He watched your face contort as you felt closer to orgasm. He was determined to make you both finish as he wildly thrusted into you.  "That's it, babygirl. Get all tight around this cock. You're mine, do you understand that?" His voice was domineering and low. You really were his good girl. 

With another hard thrust, you both came. Your back arched and your voice went high as you climaxed around his cock. Your back was soon flat with the bed once more as you felt your mind go blank from the intensity. 

  "Good girl." He said, his voice still low, it was like he didn't break a sweat the entire time. Meanwhile you were a crumpled mess on the bed.  You couldn't say or do anything, you just laid there like a used tissue. You felt stickiness between your legs. 

Your head was a mess as you tried to come down from the immense pleasure, but it took some time.  The two of you remained in silence as you felt the older man's  eyes on your disheveled form. 

He soon pulled away from the bed and started to get dressed, "We have to be out of here soon. I'll call you a cab at the front office. I'll call you again soon." He tucked his button up in his shirt, "I advise you hurry up." Then eventually grabbed his flask and coat, you watched him leave you behind with your mind still in a daze. 

He placed your clothes or rather what little clothes you had onto the bed and left the hotel room. You slowly came to your senses and like the cheap whore you felt, you started to get ready. Kishibe's cum stuck to your inner thigh as you got changed again. You really should've brought proper clothes to go home in. 

Girls like you shouldn't fall in the den of Kishibe, they should meet nice boys who love them. Not cum and leave. But you knew you'd be back at this hotel soon enough. You mentally reminded yourself to buy Plan B in the morning when the pharmacy was open. You left the room and headed down to the small entrance.  There was no Kishibe, but there was a cab waiting for you. 

At least you had a free ride home. 

[nanamikeento]

Captain Kishibe | ep. 10

[dukeofqueers]

warmup turned full work in progress from last night 😔 his dead eyes and depressive swagger captivate me

[thekillingmoonmoon]

cola

masterlist

Pairing: Kishibe x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, oral (f. receiving), discussion of virginity, loss of virginity i think, jealousy Synopsis: after months of pining, something perfect falls into place Length: 2 k

I got sweet taste for men who are older It's always been so, it's no surprise Ah, he's in the sky with diamonds And he's making me crazy (I come alive, alive) All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby

Masterlist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

He was close, too close. Close enough to smell his cologne, the thick scent of cinnamon smoke and heady musk. “Sir?” you asked, stepping back, your spine sizzling up the wall behind you. You looked up at him, into those dark depthless eyes that you so desperately loved. “What’s he to you?” He grunted, the scar severing his mouth twitching downwards as if he didn’t like what he was saying. “Who?” You were genuinely confused, thinking back to the past night, to the gut-churning feeling of anxiety when you saw Himeno getting close to Kishibe.

“That punk, Aki,” You raised your eyebrows. “Aki? He’s just a co-worker,” You explained, “He and Denji are funny together.” “He doesn’t look at you like ‘just a co-worker’,” Kishibe sighed, stepping further into your space. “What do you mean?” you tilted your head, gulping down the bubbling lust that brewed in your stomach. “Because he looks at you the same way I look at you,” Kishibe planted a hand beside your head, leaning in, “like he wants you,” He rumbled, leaning in until his face was a soft single breath away. “You..” your breath caught in your throat, “you want me?” you asked, your voice wavering with how close he was. “More than you can imagine,” Kishibe admitted, “More than I ever imagined,” his other hand came up, and he ran his knuckles across your cheek, stroking his rough fingertips along your jaw. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, and you gasped. “You’re not stopping me,” he stated, and you shook your head, you caught a glimmer deep in his shadowed eyes.

His kiss was gentle, just the brush of his lips over yours, skimming the taste of whisky and lust as he watched your eyes flutter closed. His second move was surer, an actual press of his lips to yours, searching, seeking. His hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face towards his hungry mouth, his tongue swiping at your lower lip, and at your hushed gasp, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, past your teeth. The sound you made only spurred him on further, a half keen, half moan, all wanton need for him. The hand on the wall travelled down to your waist, his huge hand spreading warmth through your body, jostling you closer until your body was pressed firmly against his. Your breasts pushed against his chest, and he fought the urge to pull you tighter, tighter, until you were part of him, filling the space behind his ribcage, where his heart thundered. Your hands were ginger, first, palms on his chest, curling into his crisp white shirt, and then travelling up to his neck, roughing your knuckles in the short hairs of his undercut. He was so hot against your body, engulfing you, his jacket enfolding you into his breast. You sighed, letting him bite your lower lip with a whimper and he groaned, “Don’t make those noises,” he tilted your head, running his nose along your jaw, his mouth dizzyingly close to your fluttering pulse, “I won’t be able to stop,” he warned, and you flickered your eyes open, letting him see that your pupils were blown as wide as his. “Don’t stop,” you whispered, clutching at his collar, tenderly laying a soft kiss on his scar. He laid a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking your skin until he was sure your skin would bear the dark blooms of his desire the next day. He reached for your tie, fumbling with your tie before slipping it from your neck, he grabbed your hands and lifted them over your head. You paused, stiffening against him, your soft body suddenly trembling against him.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he grabbed your chin and forced it to look at him. You were hot, skin flushed with the feel of him. You closed your eyes, and scrunched shut as you softly confessed, “I,” you gulped, “I’m not suitable for you,” your bottom lip trembled, swollen and plush. “Bullshit,” Kishibe grumbled, “give me a better excuse.” “It’s not an excuse!” you protested, “I’m, I’m not experienced,” you admitted. Kishibe found his lower stomach tightening at your gentle admission, whispered between gritted teeth as he held you with your hands above your head. He, uncharacteristically, kissed your cheek, hoping he conveyed enough emotion to show that he didn’t really care, all he cared about was you, and you coming completely undone for him. “Doesn’t matter,” he muttered, he kissed the other cheek. You gulped. “I’m, I’m a virgin,” you finally confessed, peeking below your lashes at his reaction. His jaw dropped slightly and you wanted to recoil, but his hold on you was too much, your raw strength no match for his power. “Really now?” he murmured, leaning further in, “You telling me I’m gonna be your first?” he asked, and you nodded. “If-If you want to be,” you stuttered, all your bravado falling away as you looked down.

Kishibe kissed you. Softly this time, warm and languid, his lips conveying all his words couldn’t. That it was okay, that he wanted you, that he needed you. You let out the smallest of whines, and he swallowed it down, nipping at your bottom lip and sinking his tongue into your waiting mouth. He dropped your hands, letting you curl your arms around his neck, swooning into his hold. He finally let his hands wander your body, confident now that he was touching you in ways no other person had known you. He got to your hips and groped your flesh, revelling in the quiet whimper that escaped your mouth. He moved to your neck, sure that no square inch of skin was gone without a mark of his love, his lust. He lifted a hand from your hips and began popping the buttons, exposing your silken skin to his heady gaze. He trailed his fingers down your front, his rough fingertips grazing the soft skin of your sternum and stomach. He reached down and cupped your cunt, drinking down the surprised mewl that wormed its way past your lips. He ran his fingers up the seam of your pants, feeling the heat of you as you squirmed in his arms. His thumb brushed right where your clit was, and your hips shuddered, and he bit down on the velvet skin of your neck. He left you, his body warmth flooding away as he took your hand in his. He led you to his bedroom, stepping past the threshold you had never trespassed, into the sacred chamber of the beast. He turned when you hesitated, pulling you to him and kissing you firmly on the mouth, spinning you until you fell backwards onto his bed. He crawled over you, surrounding your body with the cage of his arms, his chest pressed to yours, his hands exploratory as they wandered your soft curves. “Let me see you,” he commanded, spilling your shirt over your shoulders and tossing it away into the room, his hands coming up to cup your bra. His fingers slithered around your back, flicking open the clasp of your bra and letting the straps fall forward into his grasp. He pulled the garment free of your arms, grumbling when you hugged your arms around yourself and hid from view.

“Stop that,” he hissed, wrestling your arms above your head and pushing you back down onto the mattress. You flushed, hot and embarrassed as you turned away from his stare. His hands were calloused and rough against your smooth skin, sliding up your ribcage and cupping your breasts. “Fuck,” he grunted, reaching down and kissing the top curve of your breast, “look at you,” he kneaded the skin, watching as his ministrations worked their magic on you. You squirmed, peeking up at him through wet eyes as both of his hands came down to play with your tits. “Such pretty tits,” he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and watching your eyes go hazy. He sucked blooming bruises beneath your skin, marking up your chest until you were nothing but a panting mess between his thighs. He undid your belt and zipper, pulling down your pants and revealing the pair of soft white lace panties you were wearing. A string of obscenities fell from his chapped lips, his fingers running along the seam of the garment, slipping beneath the elastic to tease your skin. It tickled, and you bent your knees to escape his teasing touch. “Don’t run from me, sweetheart,” he warned, and you peered at him from where he crouched between your legs. He tucked his fingers below the waistband and pulled down, exposing your virgin cunt to his penetrative gaze. You wanted to close your legs, suddenly so aware of how clothed he was, and how unclothed you were. “Kishibe –“ you started but a thick finger perpendicular to the seam of your lips silenced you. “Daddy,” he corrected, and you grew hot, your cheeks pricking with heat as you looked up at him. “Open your legs for me, princess,” he instructed, and you obeyed, looking away as your thighs split open to his dark stare. “Perfect,” he cooed, reaching out and trailing his fingers through your folds. You started, curling in on his hand in fright. “D-daddy,” you stammered out, and a warm hand pushed you gently back onto his bed. “Hush, doll,” he said, nudging your knees apart again and settling between your legs, “Let Daddy spoil you,” he leaned down and gave your clit a soft kiss. “You don’t have to – “ you began, but broke off as he lapped a long stripe up your cunt, “Oh,” you breathed, your thighs already twitching beside his head. He slung your thighs over his shoulders and swung an arm over your hips, effectively pinning you into place. “Now, stay still for me, sweetheart,” he commanded, before sucking over your clit. You immediately tensed, so unused to the warm wet feeling of someone’s mouth on your pussy. Kishibe teased your entrance, lapping at the edge until you began to clench around nothing, eventually pushing his tongue into your cunt and humming. You couldn’t help yourself, couldn’t help the string of pearled whimpers and cries that came from your open mouth. He lapped and sucked at your pulsing pussy, drawing little moans from your lips as he fucked you on his tongue. Your hips twitched, bucking your pelvis into his face, but his arm held you down, keeping you still as he began sucking a slow rhythm on your clit. You buzzed, full of honeyed static and slow slurs of Kishibe’s name, his moniker, all whilst he worked you over with his mouth. You could feel your lower stomach tighten, tighter than you had ever managed before, building pressure until you felt like you could burst. “What – what’s going on?” you panicked, dizzy and drowning in the alien feeling.

“You’re close, princess,” Kishibe spoke around your clit, sucking harder and harder until you burst, losing yourself into the oblivion of the heady sucking and slurping of Kishibe worshipping your cunt. You tumbled, seeing white sparks as your body bowed for Kishibe. You came hard, your whole body tightening and then releasing with a shudder, your legs shivering and shaking beside Kishibe’s head. He bit softly into the silky skin of your inner thigh, lapping at your release until you were squirming away from him. He sat up and looked at you, dizzy and lost in a hazy daydream as you lay before him. He leaned over you and gave you a slow, sure kiss, pumping his tongue and your tart sweetness into your mouth until you were breathless, hands clawing at his bag. “You did so good for me,” he rubbed your upper thighs, watching as you blinked blearily at him, “Was that the first time you’ve ever cum?” he rasped and you nodded shyly. “Good girl,” he stood, and you could still see his cock straining against his pants. You tried to sit up but failed, still sagging and deflated from your first orgasm. He placed his palm on your chest and pushed you back. “Not tonight, doll. I want to take my time ruining you.”

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Killer Lust - Chainsaw Man

Ideia ousada de fic que eu tive esses tempos, não sei o que se passava na minha cabeça. Eu ainda pretendo escrever mais e publicá-la, mas é uma capa bem colorida e não muito diferente do que eu já fiz anteriormente, mas ainda é diferente do que estou acostumada. Fico feliz que o resultado tenha sido legal, fiz ela usando somente algumas texturas, colagens e fotografias.

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can I request scenario 1 from your list with kishibe and it turns smutty? 👉👈👀🧡 thank you!!!!

Kishibe x FemBody!Reader

Word count: 2127

Prompt 1: One bed

Summary: Y/N is kinda in love with Kishibe and having to share one bed with him makes them a bit anxious, So when Y/N can't fall asleep Kishibe offers to help them

Warnings: SFW & NSFW, Slowburn bare with me it’s been a year since I read them manga, mentions of devil killing, coworkers to lovers type shii, poorly written mission for devil killing or whatever, age gap reader is 25 and Kishibe is 33, rushed writing sorry, oral (F!receiving & M!receiving), P in V, slight praise kink, petnames used (Sweetheart & Baby), Tell me if I missed anything

Scenario prompt list | Chainsaw Man Masterlist

You and Kishibe have been coworkers for 3 years and to say that you weren't in love with him would be a lie. 

When you were assigned to work with Kishibe, he was how could you put this he was harsh, to say the least, he almost got you killed twice. But he was still there to save you, Kishibe liked to say it was a “Training lesson.” 

But as of right now, Kishibe took you with him on a mission two hours away from Kyoto to Gifu, Japan. The mission took you both about an hour tops trying to kill the devil. Looking up at the sky you notice how dark the clouds are. “Looks like it's gonna storm,” you said looking at Kishibe “It’s late and we're not gonna make it back in time so let's just get a room at the nearest hotel,” humming along with his idea you follow him to the car. 

Getting into the car, Kishibe drives away from the work or murder scene, “Y/N, look up the nearest and cheapest hotel for us to stay at.” Kishibe speaks up after 10 whole minutes of silence. Nodding your head you pull out your phone searching for the nearest hotel. “There's a hotel not too far away and it's $100 per night, it’s called Miyako Hotel.” You look up at him staring at his side profile, “Put in the directions for me, Y/N.” You like the way he says your name, the way it rolls off his tongue makes your body get hot and your stomach to churn. 

"Can we stop by a store? I need a change of clothes cause I didn't bring any."  You ask him hoping it would be a yes or you’re gonna have to sleep in your underwear and shirt. “Yea sure.” a short response he gives you. 

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Reaching the store you tell Kishibe you will only be a minute and asked if he needed anything he asked you to just get him some water and hurry up. Walking into the store you grab a shirt and a pair of shorts then grab Kishibes water. Heading out the front door after paying for your things you notice it started raining hard. “Fuck” you look up at the sky then look where Kishibe had parked the car, “Guess I gotta run.” Running towards the car, your hair and clothes becoming soaked, you reach the car pull the door open, get in, and shut the door as fast as possible. 

“Hey, you’re getting my seats wet” Kishibe quite shouts at you, “Sorry but it’s fucking pouring, and here's your water” you retort not wanting to argue with him and handing him his water from the bag. He grabs the water from you putting it in the cup holder “Thanks” A short response he gives you before putting the car in gear and driving off. 

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Arriving at Miyako hotel you and Kishibe run to the entrance, walking up to the reception desk you let Kishibe do all the talking. “Hi, how may I help you two today” the woman at the desk welcomes us, looking between you and Kishibe, “Hi, can we get a room.” She nods her head looking down at her computer to see if there are any rooms available, “Just your luck, we have one room available. How long will you two be staying?” She questions us “Just tonight,” he says pulling out his wallet and paying her. 

“Ok you’re all set here is your key. Enjoy your stay” she sends you both off with a warming smile.

Taking the elevator to the third floor you both look for your room silently. “Y/N the room is here” He calls for you, swiping the key against the handle, you hear a beep indicating that the door is unlocked. Walking in you take your shoes and then look around the room realizing that there is only one bed and a couch. 

“Um, there is only one bed” you state the obvious, “Yea, I can see that I have eyes too” his sarcastic remark made you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face. “You wanna take the bed, I don't mind sleeping on the couch,” you ask him, playing with your fingers. “Why don’t we figure this out after a shower.” He finally turns to you with a small yet noticeable smirk on his face. 

Nodding you take your pair of clothes and go to the bathroom to shower off the rain and stench of the devil you killed. Making it a quick shower, you dry your body off and put your clean clothes on.  

Walking out of the bathroom you see Kishibe sitting on the bed mindlessly watching TV, “You can get in the shower now.” You speak up, now sitting on the bed as well and watching the TV. He hums, grabbing the things he needs and leaving. 

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Two hours have passed and you and Kishibe are watching TV without making a single noise, you would secretly glance at his side profile watching as he clenches his jaw whenever the character on the show does something dumb. “So you want me to sleep on the couch..” you drag out looking at his side profile once again, he turns his head now making eye contact with you. “We can just share the bed,” he says to you making a small blush appear on your face, “I mean I don’t mind. Only if you're comfortable with it.” you stutter out looking everywhere but his face. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t comfortable with it, Y/N” 

 You two decide to turn the TV off and go to bed as you have to leave early to get home. 

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You’ve been trying to sleep for 4 hours already but every time you close your eyes you can’t stop thinking about Kishibe next to you as he sleeps. Tossing and turning trying to find a new position every minute, you didn’t think the man next to you would wake up. “Would you quit moving already?” Kishibe mumbles to you moving a bit closer to wrap his arms around your middle. At that point, you froze, “I can’t fall asleep” you mumble back to him choosing now to question his arm around you. “I know a way I can help” he lowly whispers to you leaving a small kiss on your exposed shoulder. 

“Do you want me to help you?” He spoke up, dragging his hand down the side of your body stopping at the band to your shorts. “Yes, please Kishibe” you whine, opening your legs for him, “Lay on your back,” he commands you. Laying on your back the blanket you had draping over you long forgotten. 

Kishibe moves in between your legs pulling your shorts and underwear off your body, coming face to face with your cunt he gives you small kisses on your inner thighs leading up to your pussy. Impatiently bucking your hips in the air trying to make contact with his face, you feel him forcely push your hips down, “Don’t do that.” He said before pushing his face onto your pussy, he harshly sucks on your clit moving your thighs to his shoulders, the sensation he had on your clit has you tugging on his hair and moaning out his name. 

Kishibe brings two of his fingers to your sopping hole, thrusting his fingers into your wet hole you yank on his hair letting out a high-pitched moan, “Shh, someone might hear you,” he mumbles into your cunt not letting up on his abuse to your hole and clit. “Shit, Kishibe. I’m gonna come please don’t stop” You beg him in between moans.  Feeling the coil in your stomach about to snap, that's when Kishibe moves his mouth off of you and pulls his fingers out of your wet cunt, groaning at the loss of his mouth and fingers, he sits up looking down at your cunt clenching around thin air.  

“Kishibe. Why did you do that I was so close” you whine moving your thighs back and forth trying to gain some kind of friction. “Cause you want to go to sleep so I gotta drain your body” he gives you a small chuckle, pulling his pants and under down just enough for his cock to spring out. Staring down at his cock in shock not expecting him to be big and thick. 

‘He’s at least 8.5 inches max how the fuck am I gonna take it’ you think to yourself, “Are gonna keep staring at it or suck it” he questions you slowly stroking his cock up and down. Kishibe moves to sit on the side of the bed, looking you in the eyes and nodding his head over for you to come. Getting off the bed you kneel in front of his cock looking at it then his eyes, “Go on sweetheart, put your pretty mouth around my cock” he strokes your head giving you a little nudge. 

Opening your mouth you move your head down his length taking as much as you can fit, stroking what you can’t fit in your mouth. “Oh, fuck, Y/N your mouth feels so good,” Kishibe groans out his hips slightly bucking up into you as you move your head up and down. Your gags fill the room when his cock meets the back of your throat, your throat contorts around him, tears fill your eyes threatening to spill. 

“Don’t stop I’m almost there, baby” he lets out a moan now thrusting his length into your mouth, your hands reach up to grip his thighs, you look up at Kishibe to find him already staring down at your flustered face. With one last thrust Kishibe lets out a deep groan as thick ropes of his cum fill your mouth, “Swallow” he says stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb. Swallow his load you stick your tongue out to show him, “Good baby” 

Moving your body onto the bed you pull Kishibe’s body on top slowly grinding your hips onto his exposed thigh. “Are you that desperate for my cock sweetheart?” He smirks, his eyes never once leaving yours, nodding your head to his question “Can you just fuck me already Kishibe, I waited long enough” pouting up to him hoping he would fuck you to sleep he makes little to no movements to fuck you. 

“Ask nicely then I will” he rubs your thigh with his hand, “Can you please fuck me Kishibe” You let out as soon as he stopped talking your face warm from your flustered state. He hums in response gripping his cock and slowly stroking it again before he alines it with your soaked cunt.  

Feeling his mushroom tip probe your entrance you let out little whimpers, “relax for me” Kishibe rubs his hand up and down your thigh to soothe your tension. Relaxing into his touch Kishibe moves your thigh to lay on his hip as he moves the other one to lay on his shoulder, he slides his throbbing cock into your cunt. Moans and whimpers slip past your lips as he bottoms out with a groan leaving his mouth. 

Giving you a couple of seconds to adjust to his size you nod your head to him giving him a silent ok to move. One of his hands moves to your hips as the other rests on your ankle by his head, Kishibe starts to pull out of you before thrusting back in. He settles for a fast pace, your fucked out face looking at his as you feel his tip poke that spongey spot that you can’t reach on your own. 

Kishibe is grunting above you as you clench down on his cock “Keeps squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum before you” he grunts out moving the hand on your hip to your throbbing clit. Kishibe rubs fast tight circles on your clit with his thumb, “F-fuck Kishibe I’m gonna cum please don’t stop” your moans never die down as he rubs your sensitive bud a bit faster.  

Grabbing Kishibe’s face you pull him into a kiss, he freezes for a second then kisses you back as you moan into his mouth when come undone on his cock, a couple of thrusts later Kishibe too is cumming deep inside with a deep moan slipping from his lips. 

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A couple of minutes later Kishibe has you all cleaned up your body still hot and pussy still throbbing, “Go to sleep, Y/N. You need it.” he tells you leaving a chaste kiss on your lips, nodding your head you lean into his touch hoping it wasn’t just a dream. 

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Prompt#1

“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?”

“Yes.”

“What if I just break his nose a little?”

Prompt taken from this post

TW: Blood, Vomit

"Why do all the police department heads have to be such assholes all the time?" She whispered to Aki. "Dunno. they probably just hate that we do the job better than them." He replied as he lit up his cigarette. She huffed as the officer explwined the basic instructions on how to handle the devil.

15 minutes had passed and the officer since the long list started. "I hope you kids are able to handle the devil inside. Devil hunting isn't all that easy. Get that fantasy out of your head. Its a serious job."

She clicked her tongue and unwrapped a lollipop and mumbled to herself, "As if it's our first time interacting with one." they walk into the building. "What did you say?" The policeman asked, "It's not our first time interacting with a devil, sir, " you replied sarcastically. He was fuming by this time. "I don't think you guys are even cut for this job, especially you-you prick! You should just leave the devils to us!" He huffed and kept on walking.

You were fuming now, gritting your teeth you walked toward him but stopped because Aki grabbed your hand and nodded a no. You tried to protest but he gripped your arm harder. "We'll deal with him after the devil is dead, and no punching him in the face." You tried to protest but it was of no use.

20 minutes passed and the wolf devil lay in carcasses. You both were covered in blood, effectively ruining your uniforms. The police force arrived with the snarky officer in the lead. "Are you SURE I can't punch him in the face?" You whispered. "Yes" he replied nonchalantly. "What if break his nose just a little l?" You whispered again. He doesn't reply and starts approaching the police. You sigh and follow. "Good job you two!" The snarky officer beamed. "It was a hard task but you made it seem ea- ooof" Aki had kneed him in the nuts.

"The police force's hypocrisy never fails to amuse me. On one end we are worthless and when we do end up doing the job we are national treasures. Officers like you are the reason we exist." Aki said as he lit his nth cigarette. He then moved to the whimpering officer "Think again before you underestimate us next time. Your family won't recognize your face." And walked off. Perplexed you follow him out. You asked no questions as you drove back to the office. "A broken nose will show evidence that we assaulted him. So next time kick them in the nuts and no one would believe them."

Your eyes went wide and you beamed at him"Yes sir"

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