#chainsaw man kishibe x y/n

[kittyzu]

[ warnings — nsfw, stepcest, dubcon, name calling, noncon filming, dacryphilia, manipulation ]

a/n : reader is 18+ !! (and so is everyone in this)

— caught cheating with :

YOSHIDA - ࣪⭑

• you didn’t want to at first. you really do love your partner and they make you happy.

your mistakes was trusting yoshida. he’s supposed to be your older brother, stepbrother yes but still family. someone who protects and loves you right? wrong

he sneaks into your room one night and you’re so tired that you just let him have his way with you.

you don’t even see the phone before it’s too late and your s/o’s shocked and sad face is the first thing you see as you’re cummimg all over yoshida’s cock.

“it’s okay puppy, you have me now” he smirks, kissing your cheek, “and you know i love you so much, don’t you?”

AKI - ࣪⭑

you’re both way too drunk to even function but that’s not stopping you.

you’ve been running circles around each other for months and even though you’re both dating other people, you obviously like each other a little too much for just friends.

you’re on top, gripping his shoulders hard enough to draw blood as you ride him. it feels so good that you both don’t hear the door opening and closing until it’s too late.

your s/o looks so hurt and confused and his partner looks disgusted.

“i always knew you were a fucking whore y/n but you could’ve fucked somebody else’s boyfriend!” his s/o screams, “i hate you so much”

your s/o is too embarrassed to even say anything, silently walking back out your apartment.

you and aki start dating a month later and no one is surprised by the news.

KISHIBE - ࣪⭑

the old man is just a horny pervert.

you’re young and sexy and he can’t help but jerk off at night thinking about you. even though his married to your mom !!

he’s good with his words and he knows that. he’s always been smooth and it’s how he got with your mother in the first place.

“you do love me, don’t you darling?” he whispers, gently running his fingers up and down the inside of your thigh, “don’t i treat you good hm?”

your teary eyes only make his dick hard. he loves the idea of you crying for him and because of him and it’s not helping with him wanting to fuck you.

he knows you feel guilty but it doesn’t stop you from opening your legs for him anyway.

it’s not until he’s balls deep inside you that your mom walks in. she’s early from her work trip and wanted to surprise you both. you two ended up surprising her!

she doesn’t even know how to react but before she can threaten either one of you, kishibe kisses your forehead and leaves you alone in your bedroom.

the sicko convinces your mom that it’s a mistake and she stays with him.

you two definitely have sex more often.

DENJI - ࣪⭑

you know he’s horny all the time. he thinks about boobs way too often and when he does eventually get a girlfriend, she’s all he thinks about 24/7.

he trusts you because you’re supposed to be his best friend. the first person after power that he feels a real family bond with but you have other plans.

you purposely start dressing skimpy around him. he loves boobs so it’s so easy to entice him and you know he’ll cave even if he feels bad about it.

he ends up rutting against you like a bitch in heat, begging you to help him feel better.

“fuck fuck fuck” he cries out, finally slipping inside your tight pussy. it feels so good that he can’t stop even when his bedroom door opens and it’s his girlfriend standing next to power.

“DENJI?!” you knew they’d blame him. you’re far too cute and sweet and they all know how denji behaves.

he doesn’t even deny it. he does feel guilty about it because he did approach you.

after all, just because a woman wears short and sexy clothing, doesn’t mean she wants to have sex right?

QUANXI - ࣪⭑

she has no excuses for her behaviour. she already has enough girlfriends doesn’t she?

she knows she’s being greedy but she watched you bounce on kishibe’s cock one day when you both thought she was sleeping and she can’t help how horny she got.

not because of him but because of you. you’re so hot and she’s always appreciated a pretty girl so it’s nothing new.

you’re no better. you know your relationship with kishibe is relatively new and you don’t want to ruin it but she does have pretty fingers and they’re so much longer than yours are.

you can’t get off by yourself anymore and you’re so frustrated. kishibe has been so busy lately and you’re lonely so when she offers to help you, you don’t even think twice about it.

“look at you slut” she chuckles, “your pussy is so fucking greedy”

she likes the way your face looks when you cum and she needs to see it for herself, even at the expense of her long time friend.

she feels bad because she rejected kishibe only to turn around and fuck his girlfriend. she really was a terrible friend

it doesn’t stop her from pushing your legs apart and sticking her tongue inside your pussy.

kishibe walks in just as you’re about to cum, head thrown back and your eyes closed in bliss.

“having fun baby?” he sighs, too tired to feel anything.

it’s not like he can blame you. he feels for you when you’re lonely and he promises to be a better boyfriend in future.

[saintkaylaa]

sexy time…

(aki, kishibe, angel, & yoshida)

note: you schedule shexs

warnings: suggestive, sex?, gn!reader, f!reader on kishibe

— aki

— angel

— kishibe

— yoshida

[sugurizz]

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑-𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏

(SMUT/NSFW +18 - Minors DNI)

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭: Kishibe x f!reader

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: As the main secretary of the tokyo public safety headquarters, you couldn't help but notice Kishibe. the strongest devil hunter of the 1st special division. and the man that soon had you crushing hard on him. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: age gap (Kishibe is 50+, reader is in her 20s or older), kishibe smoking and drinking, degradation (slut etc), slight violence (slapping etc) , breast sucking, Dom/sub dynamics, Master/Daddy Kink.

𝐰𝐜: 1,2k.

He’s probabely in his 50’s…

you thought to yourself as he walked through the main portals of the public safety headquarters.

You’re undeniably hardworking, reliable and good at what you do. or at least good enough to be the head secretary of tokyo‘s public safety branch. Mrs. Makima herself was the one to recommend you to the superiors and then hire you as her personal secretary the in your early years at the institution, and you started progressively earning her trust and respect since.

most of your job consisted of taking care of paperwork, archive sorting and verifying most devil hunters‘ divisions reports, so you weren’t usually in a direct contact with the divisions‘ members. But that didn’t stop you from noticing the 6“4 frame that made appearance at several occasions over the two years of you working there.

You did hear the rumors about him being a ruthless maniac, a pussy pleaser and a enchanting seducer. But he managed to hide it well under his unphased expression and dark gaze. At least to those who didn’t know him.

„is makima at the office?“

a husky, yet warm voice snapped you out of your train of thoughts, as his intimidating silhouette made its way towards you.

„good evening, Mrs Makima left the building around half an hour ago. So I believe she’s done for the day.“

„tch“ He groaned, a slight frustration translated through his gestures. „charging me with all her crappy tasks .“

„I’m sorry for the inconvenience sir.“

„Master.“

You raised your eyes towards him, a little confused at first, looking for a slight explanation. But then it hit you.

„my bad. I apologize for the incovenience. Master.“

an unspoken yet heavy tension floated around as soon as the honorific left your your lips. And you hoped that the heat in your cheeks didn’t become obvious to the sight.

„ya ought to call it a day as well. It’s getting darker outside and there isn’t much protection around the area…“ he advised, flashing a silver flask out of his dark coat.

„thank you for your concern master, but I’ll have to finish all the reports by the end of today‘s shift.“ You said as you kept sorting the documents on the wall-sized bookshelf behind you.

He took a few gulps of what you assumed to be mostly alcohol,  as he seated himself on the armchair across from your office.

„you normal civilians take it as a joke. with that fragile body of yours, wouldn’t take a devil more than a minute to take ya down.“ He lighted a cigarette , eyeing the way your body moved before him.

„I myself would take you down in seconds…„ he added in an almost inaudible tone,  yet it managed to reach your ears. heart bumping out of nowhere, you quickly turned your back to him, trying to calm your sudden nervousness in the few instants that he couldn’t see your face.

The way he made a mess out of you with a few words, while wearing the most stoic of expressions on his face is insane.

„come to think of it. Aki told me that he left a report for me two days ago.did he hand it to you?„

 „y-yes he did. I’ll provide you with it in just a second.“ You stared at the shelves for a brief moment, trying to recall exactly where you placed it. „shit“ you scolded yourself. You placed it too high while you were trying to arrange last weeks‘ documents.

„great. now I’ll have to struggle to get it.„

Standing on your toes wasn’t exactly the most briliant idea you had. As you heard a light chuckle behind you, a few steps approached from you, before you got utterly towered over by him.  

Your heart sunk. His scent is intoxicating. the mix of a strong masculine cologne with the hint of alcohol and a distinguishable cigarette odor overwhelmed your senses.

„tiny.“ He whispered as his hand effortlessely landed on the folder.

You couldn’t move for a good minute. His dark eyes darted down at you in an almost pitiful look..

 „what are ya acting so flustered for?“

„nothing. it's  just that ... you’re a little … intimidating. Master.“

„is that so ?“ two fingers lifted your chin. His gaze dead focused on your lips.

„I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean it in a-„

„shut up“ he cut you off  „Your screws will pop if you don’t loosen ‘em a bit…“ his grip fully caged your cheeks. „give it a break.“

His face came closer to yours. His lips felt rough yet so delicious. You couldn’t possibly deny how addictive it was to make out with him. he had you caged between his strong arms, your tongue wrapping around his in the nastiest way. his bitter aroma of alcohol and smoke suddenly melted like an elixir down your throat. you felt like passing out as he whispered right in your ear

„take yer bra off...“

Your hands shaked of pure frustration while you undid your shirt‘s buttons. he wasn't even about to wait for it, plunging his face in the heat of your neck.

„oh master..“ you called for him in a loud sigh. His warm tongue licked over your earlobe before you felt the motion of his lips.

„ call me again.“ the hoarse tone in his voice struck right through your core. you felt so vulnerable as your bare chest was on display before his eyes.

His hand flashed behind your back in a quick gesture, undoing your bra. „oh god, hngh.." the tiny whines of embarassment emmited from you „ what if someone…“

He backed off a few inches from you, a little grin gracing the scar on his cheek „ they’ll see me sucking on your breasts. I don’t mind… “ he brushed it off nonchalantely as he slowly took the garment off your chest, eyes glued on your slightly pebbled nipples, „ ... and if they do, I’ll make sure to crush their skulls.“

You looked at him with doe eyes, only for him to tackle your breasts like a hungry beast. His loud groans and sloppy licks filled the room in obscene sounds, though it was heaven to your ears.

Your hand wandered through his trimmed lower haircut, caressing his neck and shifting to stroke his slightly bearded jawline.

„you’re such a damn pervert. Master.“

You couldn’t believe what you just iterated. You probabely never said this to anyone before. But it felt so good to say it right to his face.

It didn’t cost him more than a slap to put you back into your place though. You knew he tried his best to make it as harmless as he could. So that he wouldn’t accidentally break one of your bones.

„then why would a flower-like lady as yourself agree to have an old bastard take her ass right here, right now ?“

„I like you. Kishibe.“

A brief silence weighed around. You certainly wouldn’t expect any kind of obvious reaction nor emotion from the stone cold man that he was.

„you’re nothing but a young brat. Don’t get yourself into that love stuff.“

„I’m not a brat! you’re the old geezer!“

„you watch that little mouth or else I’ll teach you how to.“ He harshly gripped your jaw, pressing his large fingers on either sides of your face. His breath fanned over your nose, sending mini shivers down your spine.

„open, slut.“

He spat right on your lolled out tongue. and you knew you had to swallow all what he gave you, judging by the way his rough hand squeezed on your poor cheeks.

„I’ll break your little heart. I may die any day…“  

PART 2 - coming up.

[unluckiestmember]

Makima x Innocent! Reader

Characters: Makima, Kishibe (Mentioned)

Tags: Fluff, Developing/Established Relationship, Soft! Makima, dogs, worrying, Kishibe being Kishibe, denial of feelings and misunderstandings.

Warnings: Spoiler Warning for the International Assassins Arc and the Gun Devil Arc. SFW.

A/N: Soft Makima = Best Makima?

SFW

Makima is a controller. For her it is either her way or no way. And if you dare to defy her, she will be the last thing you ever see. 

She treats everyone like they are her dogs, toys and pawns in a larger game to win…

But not you. No, she treats you like an angel.

After missions and days at work, she will take you out to relax. No ifs ands or buts.

Gives you the best massages.

Isn't a fan of PDA. But if she feels threatened, she will grab you and show everyone who you belong to.

She won't force anything onto you unless important. She knows how timid you can be when making decisions.

She has no problem explaining to you her missions and tactics, though she will sugar coat some moments for your "safety".

Her dogs love you. They literally run in your direction when you go to Makima's home and just jump on you.

Yes, Makima is a little jealous of it.

Watches any movie you want to watch, good or bad.

If it's a horror movie, she'll hold your hand the entire time. And if there's a jumpscare, she'll hold you when you jump.

Loves when you get easily flustered but wont show it.

She'll literally stare at you with a small smile and quietly be in delight at your timid state.

Will ask about your day, which is something she doesn't do for ANYONE.

If you want a sleepover, Makima will do the whole nine yards. Endless snacks, a batch of good movies, bad movies and a bunch of blankets.

She only has ONE rule; Don't speak of what you two do outside of work to coworkers. You're her little secret. No one can have you but her. Not to mention she has a reputation to keep.

Will ask Kishibe, yes, Kishibe of all people, advice on how to care more and be better for you.

Will also ask how to tread lightly around you as to not scare you away. But will never admit it or say it out loud.

Say her eyes are beautiful or pretty. She'll melt just laugh and call you cute. Maybe even kiss you on the cheek.

In-Story (Spoilers Ahead)

When Makima fell for you, she thought she was sick.

So sick that she took a few days off of work to wonder what was happening to her.

She asked her higher ups and even Kishibe what was wrong in subtle ways.

They all concluded; she wasn't sick. She was in love.

But she didn't want to be. No, she wanted to just focus on Chainsaw Man and Denji! You were ruining her plans! You had to go.

So why couldn't she kill you?

She just couldn't kill you…

Though she continued to think her attraction to you was unnatural, she soon asked you out.

Say yes. Makima doesn't show it, but she wants you to accept her confession.

Though your relationship is not displayed around your co-workers, they know something is going on between you two.

They all think the same thing; "Good for her." "I'm happy for them." "She's dating someone? I thought she was just a scary emotionless woman!" "Lucky!"

Makima doesn't worry about anything.

So she's surprised she worries about you so much.

After your encounter with the Darkness Devil in hell, Makima was her usual quiet and mysterious self.

But Kishibe informs you she was worried sick when she found you.

And don't even get him started on how she was during the return of the Gun Devil.

She tries her best not to tell you her true motives with Denji, but if you give her puppy eyes she'll spill.

Please support her. The last thing she wants to do is kill her precious angel.

When you noticed her being extra friendly to Denji and Aki, your cute little head started to worry she would leave you for them.

She'll assure you in a sweet whisper that she only belongs to you.

Be on the look out for a jealous Denji...

"I'll admit. My motives will be seen as evil. But it is a necessary evil. I hope you understand... You have to understand. I know I can accomplish my mission, but it might be near impossible without you... Oh, I wasn't saying I-... Haha. Yes. I love you too."

Makima is a devil. A control devil. And could destroy the whole world.

But maybe. Just maybe. She'd sacrifice it all if it was for you…

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[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.

[daisynik7]

Gimme More

Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.6k

cw: bodyguard au, no devils au, reader is thirty-years-old, Kishibe is fifty-ish, age gap, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl), creampie, car sex, slight degradation (slut, whore)

Summary: Your father is the founder and CEO of one of the fastest growing tech companies in the city. As his prominence in society continues to skyrocket, he hires only the most elite people to look after his family. Kishibe started working for your father only a year ago, but already he’s his chauffeur, his bodyguard, his most trusted confidant, his right-hand man. What your father doesn’t know is that Kishibe happens to be your right-hand man as well.  

Author’s Notes: Thanks @demonwoman for the request for the y2k karaoke party! This one is inspired by "Gimme More" by Britney Spears. It’s been a minute since I wrote for Kishibe, so this was especially fun for me to write. It’s a short one, though I might expand on this in the future because the idea of bodyguard!Kishibe is making me go brrrr, LOL. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thanks for reading! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.

You know better than to interrupt your father when his office door is shut. Closed means he’s in the middle of discussing important matters with his business partners or that he’s in an important phone call overseas. There are no other vehicles in the driveway besides your own, so you figure it’s the latter. You continue to pace the hallway, waiting for the moment until he’s finally free. A few more minutes pass, then you hear the distinct clickof the knob being unlocked and the door creaking open. You wait a couple of seconds before barging in. 

Your dad glances up from his desk, smiling at you as you make strides towards him. “Hi, princess. Going out tonight?”

It’s obvious, considering that you’re currently dressed in your skimpiest black dress, makeup done, high heels clacking against the tile floors. You press your cheek to his, giving him a fake smooch, not wanting to ruin your lipstick with a real one. “Yes. Just want to say goodnight before I leave. I won’t be back until late.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, scanning you up and down. “Aren’t you going to be cold dressed like that?”

You roll your eyes at him. Here it is, the lecture. “I’ll be fine.”

He sighs, organizing the papers on his desk into a neat stack. “Princess, you should really start thinking about settling down soon. I mean, you’re not getting any – ”

“Don’t say it,” you interrupt him, patience wearing thin.

He waves his hands, relenting. “I’m just saying. I’m worried about you.”

You take a deep breath, deciding whether or not to debate with him. There are a thousand different arguments you can hit him with, but you know that your efforts will prove futile in the end. So instead, you press a gentle kiss to his forehead, murmuring, “Thank you for the concern. Like I said, I’ll be fine. I am fine. Don’t worry so much, okay?” 

You turn on your heel, ready to leave the house, and especially this conversation, pausing only when he demands, “Kishibe, go with her.”

You stop in your tracks, listening for Kishibe’s response. “Yes, sir,” he mutters.

Facing your father again, you scoff. “Seriously? I can’t even go out on my own anymore? Do I need to remind you that I’m thirty-fucking-years old?”

“And do I need to remind you of what happened two weeks ago?” You don’t because the memory is still fresh in your mind. The two of you were just leaving from lunch together when out of nowhere, a man grabbed you from behind, dragging you with him. It’s thanks to Kishibe, your father’s most vigilant and trusted bodyguard, that it didn’t escalate any further. 

You shake your head, understanding his concern, flashing a glance at Kishibe, who avoids your gaze by focusing on the floor. He accompanies you out the door, your father yelling, “Be careful!” before you’re out of his sight.

Kishibe follows you in silence until you’re outside on the driveway, stepping towards the car. He opens the backseat for you, waiting for you to step in. You ignore him, heading directly to the passenger seat, sliding in without his assistance. He lets out a faint grunt, shutting the door closed, walking to the driver’s side with an annoyed expression on his face. You can’t help but smirk to yourself, amused. 

This isn’t the first time your father has forced Kishibe on you. He’s only been employed a little over a year, but in his short tenure, he’s become your family’s highest-ranking bodyguard. When you began to do press alongside him, posing for magazine covers, interviews for online articles, all that jazz, Dad figured it’d be best to have him around in case you were recognized in public. And, of course, after the incident from two weeks ago, it’s to be expected that Kishibe be with you at all times. 

Little does your father know the dirty secret the two of you share. 

His hand rests lazily on the gear shift, driving the speed limit through the main street, heading towards the club downtown.  You don’t tell him an address or destination; he already knows exactly where to go. You wait until you’re well away from your gated neighborhood to make your move. It doesn’t matter; no one from the outside can see through the tinted windows. Still, it’s routine; it gives the both of you peace of mind, as if you’re doing your due diligence to hide this. Your hand grazes his, lifting it off the lever to guide it to your thigh, spreading yourself wider for him. His eyes stay focused on the road ahead, though you can see his jaw clench, nostrils flaring, his composure wavering. His fingers tease the inside of your plush skin, gradually making his way closer to your loins, throbbing with arousal. You slide the hem of your dress up, giving him more access to slip past the fabric to toy with your clit. 

You buckle in your seat, rubbing yourself deeper against him, moaning his name, loving the way he plays with you. “Almost there,” he mutters, driving faster now, a bit over the speed limit now. “Be patient for me.”

He pulls into the private lot two blocks from the club, the parking attendant flashing him a thumbs up as soon as he spots the familiar license plate. Down the row, where there are fewer cars, Kishibe backs into a spot away from any potential voyeurs. He reaches for the shift with his left hand, putting it in park, his right still working your clit, wet with your slick now. 

Finally, he leans in, kissing you sloppily on the lips, tongue lapping into your mouth greedily. He pulls his fingers away from you, mouth brushing your cheek until he’s hot on your ear, whispering, “Backseat. Now.”

You nod, already in a daze, carefully making your way to the back. He gives you a light slap on the ass, chuckling in that low, husky voice of his, following you. Once you’re both situated, you straddle his lap, your dress hoisted past your stomach, panties wet with your slick as you ride his thigh. “Is it good, princess?” he asks, watching you with a satisfied grin on his face. 

You grimace at him. “Don’t call me that.” Your dad calls you that, but you don’t say it out loud to not ruin the mood. 

“What should I call you then?” He presses his thumb to your clit, massaging it. “Slut? Whore?”

You throw you head back in pleasure, grinding against him, spurred on by the vulgar language. “Yes,” you whine, palming the erection bulging in his pants. 

“No wonder your daddy is always worried about you,” he huffs, rubbing slow circles on your sensitive bud. “Going around, slutting yourself out like this.” He kisses you passionately, unbuckling his belt. “Or are you only like this for me?”

“For you. Only for you,” you moan, swallowing his spit, frothy on your tongue. 

He shrugs his slacks down his legs, enough to free his cock, thick and girthy in his fist. “Does my pretty little slut want to get fucked now?”

You nod erratically, begging for it. “Please, Kishibe. Give it to me.” You lift up on your knees, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. Slowly, you sink down on him, stretching around him like a perfect fit. You’re familiar with him now, your body molded only to him, no one else. He lets you be in control; lets you take what you need from him. You ride him slowly, panties bunched to the side, his shaft brushing against the lace with every thrust. 

His forehead is pressed to yours, skin damp with sweat, windows beginning to fog up from your body heat. The car creaks on its tires as you bounce on his lap faster, your climax approaching quickly. In a daze, you murmur softly, “I’m coming,” coating him in your orgasm. 

“That’s my pretty girl,” he coos, kissing you sweetly. His grip is at your waist, ready to lift you off. 

You stay seated wrapping your arms around his neck, determined. “More, Kishibe. Give me more.”

He chuckles, chest vibrating with that deep, sexy gruff you love so much. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He increases his pace, tightening his hold on your hips, barreling his cock deep into your cunt, hitting that sweet spot over and over until he fills you up with his load, warm and creamy inside you. 

You snuggle into him, relaxing in his arms. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you ask, “Are you worried about me too?” 

He kisses the top of your head, understanding what you’re referencing. “No.”

“You don’t think I should starting looking for a partner?” You twirl his tie around your fingers aimlessly, hoping for a particular response, pretending to be nonchalant about it. While the two of you haven’t formally admitted it yet, there’s no denying it: You love each other.  

He doesn’t speak right away, choosing his words carefully. “Why would you need one if you have me to protect you?”

You smile, satisfied with his answer. “Is this a proposal, Kishibe?” you tease him.

He squeezes you tighter in his embrace. “It is if you want it to be. Though, your father might disapprove of it. At first.”

You snuggle into his chest, giggling. “We’ll break the news to him slowly, then.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re finally at the club, some of his creampie still inside you as you grind on him in the middle of the dancefloor, his expression stoic and serious while you beam at him.

[kaeddehara]

Hello, I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely LOVED your chainsaw man one shots. They were all sooo good and it left me wanting more. Sending this in as a request for more Aki and maybe some Kishibe if you want???

yes of course thank you for the request !!

i wrote for both aki and kishibe but a lot more heavy on aki so eat up

aki + kishibe nsfw

aki <3

[ exhibitionism, implied smoking kink, reader is desperate <333, breeding kink, oral sex, ]

i see aki as a very simple yet intimate kinda guy. he loves the easy, domestic parts of loving you while also making sure to know it’s about you. i see him as a service top for sure, always preferring to make you feel good above all else. though, aki is willing to take risks whether that be with or without your influence. so the times you get him worked up at his office and he locks the door to fuck you nice to hard in are with your influence. while the times he comes home and sees you cooking a nice meal for him and can’t help but to want to take you then and there on the kitchen counter to show how much he missed you.

has a big thing for you being desperate for him too. like sitting down after a long day as he takes deep drags of his cigarette. meanwhile you’re sitting pretty on your knees while you fumble with his belt, whining as it won’t come undone. he takes notice of your struggle and holds back the urge to make a comment on how desperate you seem. you whine out to him, “please aki i’ve waited for this all day.” and his mind snaps to you and only you. putting his cigarette out, he slides his hips down and begins undoing his belt buckle for you while you grip and paw at his thighs show how impatient you are. and with that, aki tears down his pants and practically forces your pretty mouth on his hard cock.

for aki, smoking became something that he frequently would find himself doing whenever he’d need a break from work or just his busy life in general. when he comes home from a mission all he wants to do is have a smoke and be in bed with you. this may lead to aki including this form of relief and being with you. often times hell find himself sitting on a comfortable spot on a couch in your shared apartment, still dressed in his uniform from work. tie loosely undo and white dress shirt wrinkled and messy. in between his lips is a lit cigarette and his dark blue eyes focused down on you, all on you. your pretty lips wrapped so sensually around his thick, reddened tip. with the feeling of the nicotine working itself into his body and the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him, aki couldn’t ask for more. except, he couldn’t stand the thought of not knowing what your skin would look like with a marking from his cigarette. even making you open your pretty mouth so he can tap the end of his cigarette off and watch the burnt excess on your pretty tongue. he’d praise you in return for it as well, making sure you knew he was grateful for everything you did for him <3.

for aki, starting a family of his own was never a priority. as a devil hunter, it’s a priority to protect the lives of innocent civilians, often times putting himself in extremely risky and dangerous situations. he knows that having a family of his own means he needs to be there, but while he continues devil hunting, it’s best to just wait. he’d worry he might disappear before he can take care of you and his child. but the feeling of your sweet pussy gripping him so tightly and sucking him in with every bounce made it so hard. not only that, but the way you’d beg for him to cum inside you, practically pleading for more after his first load had started to leak out of you. aki couldn’t resist. “what a mess…” he’d pant out, looking at all the smeared cum you pushed out as it dripped between your legs.

°°°°

kishibe <3

[ rough kishibe <33, light bondage, spanking, size kink, implied breeding kink ]

kishibe is a lot more rough around the edges not only when it comes to his relationship with you but how he fucks you too. his pacing his deep and rough but his voice is so soothing and brings you back to him. he could be fucking you at the most unimaginable pace while whispering in your ear how good your taking him.

playing into the roughness idea, imagine how into spanking and marking kishibe would be. like i just know this man can’t wait to punish you for doing one thing wrong. you decided to tease him while he was on a mission? be ready to get bent over his lap and spanked till your ass is bright red. hell even bother to soothe over your soft flesh with his callused hands and shush you down. maybe if he thought you were deserving of even more punishment, he’d take his belt off and tie your wrists with it, watching you squirm and try to break it off to no avail. he honestly loves watching you struggle cause it’s so cute seeing how desperate you get when you don’t get him immediately.

also you cannot convince me he doesn’t have a size kink. no matter your height, he’s going to find a way to make you feel small. whether that be by holding you against him or just pressing himself against you when he knows you’re busy.

humiliation is something i think kishibe would absolutely go crazy for and indulges you in his sick kink whenever he feels it’s opportune.

“yeah? what are you?”

“i’m yours kishibe..”

he’ll pull harder on you, repeating his first line in a more demanding and serious tone. watching you struggle beneath his strength as you still soon after.

“i’m your slut kishibe!”

“yeah that’s more like it, good girl”

he just loves using you as a little play thing. oh, and when he comes on tired or stressed out from the day, he’s gonna take it all out of your pretty pussy till you’re crying and leaking with his cum <3.

[blueparadis]

❝EBB & FLOW❞  + KISHIBE.

+. CWs —» f!reader, age gap, mention of death and loss, angst and grief undertones, smut [lactation k!nk, f!ngering,f!receiving]. 1kish wc

+. PRECIS —» “i don't smoke except for when I am missing you.”

+. NOTES —»  partly based on this. \\ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED \\back to blog navigation

Kisibe takes a strong full drag from his freshly lit cigarette as he stands before the grave. It is littered, cans and plastic bags have accumulated nearby yet wildflowers, grasses, and lush moss have sprouted from the plaque hiding the name of the dead. He does not even know why he is standing here or taking the smoke break at this particular graveyard, in front of this particular grave. A man with a profession like his should not dwell on collateral damage. He does not even know the name. He just knew that this dead person was one of Quanxi’s partners before he came along. He wonders, if death makes people forgetful, is it okay to forgive too? He wonders if death comes so easy, so abrupt and so unexpected, then why won't it take him? Would he be forgiven if he no longer visited this grave with two cigarettes in his hand: one burning and the other intact in the memory of someone? 

The wind is heavier today. The cigarette is burning faster than it does when he is usually around you, in your small yet cozy apartment — spending hours on paperwork and training you. A smile breaks like a plague on Kisibe’s face stretching his scar, haunted by the memories of his last training session with you. How you pecked on his cheeks, looked at him with so much yearning in your eyes when he was getting too worked up about the pattern of Makima's recruitments for devil hunters. 

He asked, “What was that for?” and you stammered, smiled bashfully, and failed to come up with a proper answer to his satisfaction.

“I just. . .I don’t know. . . intrusive thoughts . . . maybe—” It distracted him so quickly, so unexpectedly, and so deeply that he ended up grabbing your cheeks and kissing you back because it is really troublesome if you get intrusive thoughts like this around everyone. 

You let him like the whirlwind gushes into the corners of a building, even the loneliest corners of it and thus crumbling it into pieces. Your heart shattered moments ago, a panging pain building up inside your chest knowing full well how stupid it was to kiss him, to want him. But those thoughts start to whither as you feel his strong grab over your cheeks, his smoky bitter, tobacco-tasting lips. You feel like crying, knowing what you did was wrong and what he is doing is wrong too. 

But when Kisibe effortlessly drags you onto his lap, you start drowning in maybe(s) and what if(s). 

Maybe he knew all along . . . 

What if he wanted this all along . . . 

Maybe he is doing it because he is lonely. . .

What if he stops your training . . .

Kisibe starts kissing down your neck, his lips trailing soft and dry kisses all over your chest before he licks your collarbones. He can recognize the scent of your body lotion, it's sweet and candy-like, has a nice essence to it, and makes him wanna bite you but all he does is to proceed further down your body making you whimper. The more he goes down on you, the longer your moans elevate like a progression of a piano, not loud just prettier. When he finally has his lips near your boobs just along the lining of your dress, he peppers kisses around your perked nipples over the cloth that makes you bite your bottom lip, and you stop moaning. 

Raw and pure pleasure radiates out of your body as his fingers roam all over your body sneaking under your tunic, touching you between your legs. To his surprise, you are wearing pants. He has always known; and felt that you nurtured certain affection towards him and by that, he was always under the impression that you would at least try to sleep with him within the first two months of your training. But that did not happen, not even when he took you out for drinks to celebrate your first mission after completion. 

Still, it was a memorable night.

maybe. . . what if. . .maybe . . .what if. . .

Those thoughts come and go, like the ebb and flow of sea-waves on a stormy night but die as background noise as you hear him groaning as his kisses trace back from your boobs to beneath your ears. Now, his kisses are wet, strong, and full of soft groans. When his fingers dive into your cunt he feels how aroused you are. It makes his scar stretch with a sense of odd triumph blending with curiosity. The prolonged groan that escapes from his mouth makes him pull away, taking a breather as he ravishes the sight in front of him: you, on his lap, clothed too much in this summer heat, eyes closed and lips warped under your teeth as his fingers dig further inside of you. His eyes trail off down to your body, over your bosom, the white tunic that perfectly pronounces your perked nipples. A short whimper from you reaches his ears like a piano key on a high note and the next moment his lips circled around your taut nipple, his other hand that supported your waist has now curled and moved upwards to remove your tunic exposing one of your boobs. You moan, loud and shameless, like piano keys being played at a stretch all at once.

Your chest heaves at a faster rhythm, breathing heavier than before, hands that rested on his shoulders are now awake, palms curling into fists, wrinkling his shirt as you start wetting and biting your lips every now and then. Kishibe realizes that this is what you have been so melodious and outspoken about. You are feeling it to the fullest, not even bothered by how rough your grip is on his shoulders. His mouth on your nipple, lips sucking with full might, tongue flicking it while the other is being neglected. It tastes different than your lips; your lips have flavor, sometimes candy, sometimes strawberry, and sometimes minty; but your nipples? they have your taste, your scent;  

He knows it is gonna taste different, he thinks he knows this because you always offer him toffees and chocolates. Kisibe takes it after protesting a little... He does not wanna create a crack in your heart. Because when there is a crack, there is always light, a hope. He keeps saying that he is too old for shit like this yet he takes it. He might never get to confirm how your lips taste, given that this would be the only intimate moment he shares with you. 

A shrill screech from his own mouth pulls him back into reality. He watches the fire of his cigarette dying as it lies on the ground beside the grave. “Geez! what’s gotten into me,” he mumbles in frustration feeling his slacks tighten as he walks out of the graveyard. He should not have kissed you back. He should not have pursued his curiosity. He should have just left you, right there, breaking your heart. Too much light burns everything. Yeah! why didn’t he think of that? But

maybe. . . what if. . .maybe . . .what if. . .

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[virgincels]

BOILING POINT !

ft. kishibe x fem!reader

tags. he puts his cigarette out on ur tits, degradation, public sex, a little voyeurism, idk he uses you as furniture, painal duh, reader is a dummy ngl, cockwarming

note. COMM FOR @d10nyx LOVE U NYX MWAH!!! love u sm sorry I didn’t get to post this for ur bday and that I took so fucking long but omg I hope u like it and i didn’t go too far with it :3 ignore any mistakes :3 feedback n rbs always appreciated .. praying this gets put in the tags :3

The thing is, Kishibe is fond of women. All women are beautiful unless they come in the form of carnivorous beasts. He likes a classic red lip, soft thighs, nylon stockings and heels. He likes Quanxi because she’s strong and it’s as simple as that. She wouldn’t go dying on him. Kishibe dislikes girls who play pretend. For example, the intern, a sad pillowcase of a girl who lacks savoir-faire. What a joke, and to place her in his division, under his care— It’s just offensive.

You put on an act, put on that ugly suit - it drapes over your form as if you’re more of a clothing hanger than a human. Shapeless and inelegant like you’ve gone and dug out your father's suit. The Public Safety uniform does you no justice, a skirt would be better. One that violates the dress code by an inch, but you slip past the radar ‘cause you’re so plain.

You’re of no use to Kishibe, he has no qualms saying it to your face. To your credit, you beg real pretty, beg like you’re begging for your life. That you’ll do anything. Anything, sir! Anything to keep down this shitty job!

Women are sluts when you force them to be sluts, but you don’t even need the slightest push. He knows your type. Show a girl like you a nice dick and you’re all over it. Not cut out for work, not cut out for anything exerting, not Public Safety of all things in this piece-of-shit world. You’d make a nice footstool, or better yet, an ashtray.

So he makes you exactly that.

Aki deposits a pile of paperwork onto his desk, didn’t have the courtesy to knock, just entered. Politeness is null and void it seems.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asks flatly.

“New intern.” Kishibe makes an abstract gesture to where you’re standing at his side trembling and draped in only his trench coat. Organic coat rack. Cute, right? “Thought I’d make use of her.”

“You’re messed up,” Aki says, expression-wise he's indifferent.

He stubs his cigarette out on your tit. Look at that. Built-in ashtray. You whimper, of course you whimper, it hurts. Skin charing off in flakes, blistering in grotesque bubbles when he tosses the butt into your awaiting palms. His mark is indelible, one of searing discomfort that settles in the depths of your being, it crawls beneath your rattling bones to wear your skin.

“Huh, that’s funny, I must be hearing things.” Kishibe lights another, the flame glows yellow like tiger eyes. “Even the walls talk in this place.”

Aki’s delicate distaste is thinly veiled, a shudder courses through his frame, starting with the jerk of his head and ending with his clenched fists. He turns swiftly, the door thudding behind him, absence suspending the room in a momentary vacuum. The silence is profound.

“Friendly guy.” Kishibe’s getting too old, talking to coat stands. He’s not much of a chain smoker, but today he is. No particular reason. Just felt like it.

The ember is rounded and tiny, the flame licks at the edges of your consciousness until you see black. It’s a uniquely insidious pain, one that consumes your body in a sweeping inferno, the ache will linger - a testament to your time with Kishibe. Lucky you. By the fourth, the floodgates of restraint collapse, you could only hold on for so long. Your body surrenders to gravity, stumbling forward as you clutch at the sturdiness of his mahogany desk. Crumpled neatly like you’ve been put through a waste compactor.

Kishibe sighs. “What a shame.” His gaze is vacant as he gives you a once-over. “I should kick your teeth in for that.”

It’s as if the sparks from his cigarettes have gone to your head. The whites of your eyes barely visible as they widen like two shiny buttons, struck with a sudden clearheadedness.

“You can do that, sir.” It’s not an offer to accept or deny, but an open-handed invitation signed off with an RSVP that reeks of desperation.

“You’d like it too much.” His hand passes over the back of his rumpled jacket, it slips from your shoulders and falls with a muted thud. Truly, you’re useless. Nothing more, nothing less. There’s nothing less than useless.

“No, sir, I wouldn’t.” You shake your head so fast his vision blurs. Starts seeing double. The prospect of more than one you has him reeling. What a nightmare.

“No?” Kishibe cocks his head to the side. “I don’t think you could handle it.” He waves his hand dismissively as if you’re a cloud of smoke or a hallucination, a bad dream he’d like to get rid of.

“I could, I can, sir, please.” Your hands are clasped together in a prayer. “I can take it, promise.”

“Either way, I don’t think you deserve it.” He eyes the rawness of your burns, otherwise smooth skin raised in nasty bumps. You reach out to touch him, fingers outstretched as you trace the column of his neck. He doesn’t know what you’re so enamoured by. “Down, girl.”

“Sorry, sir.” You’re not sorry, chapped lips pressed together to hide a giddy smile.

The paperwork is set to the side, desk cleared as he sits you down. It’s not urgent, but then again, neither are you. Pussy is always a nice treat though. Kishibe thumbs the seam of your cunt and your puffy lips part. You sure know how to make a guy feel special. God, you’ve got him feeling like Moses down here. Parting the Red Sea or some shit. He’s clinical about it. Inspecting your pussy like he’s getting paid for this.

A pleased sigh is let out from above, your jaw slackens as he brushes over your swollen clit. “I like you, sir—“ you say between stuttered breaths, “I think y-you’re real— really handsome.”

That’s a new one. Grizzled and weathered and scarred. Nothing handsome about that. It doesn’t exactly bother him. It’s just objective. “Right.”

“It’s true.” You gasp when he flicks your clit, toes curling in your black socks. “And you smell nice.” Indecent fingers wriggle and curl around his wrist, trying to get him to dig deeper. “I want you in me.” Then as if clarity hits you, a feeble Please, sir.

He snorts. “Fat chance.” Kishibe draws his hand back, your slick webbed between his fingers.

“Why?” You whine, trembling at the loss of his touch. “Sir, I’ll be quiet, I won’t say a word, I promise.” Your voice is grating on him. “Pinky promise.”

“Stop that.” Kishibe wipes his fingers on your pout. “Looks stupid.”

“Just my face.” Your frown deepens.

“Well, you should fix your face, kid. Why don’t you try smiling.” A command, not a question. “Much better,” Kishibe hums, “keep smiling and you might get something out of me.”

(You really won’t. Kishibe just gets off on this. It’s kinda funny how willing you are to bend to his every need, not quite needs but wants.)

More cigarettes. Circular intrusions left on the flesh of your thighs, he’d like to put one out on your clit. You’d feel hot-white, see hot-white, taste hot-white. Might meet God. Or a devil as he cauterises your weeping cunt. Maybe he’s going to meet both the Genital Mutilation Devil and his timely end.

Lunchtime rolls around, he empties a flask of whiskey into his coffee to beat the sluggish midday heat. You’re tucked beneath his desk now, pressing your nose between his thighs, sniffing around like a police dog on the right track. Kishibe lets you because it’s not much of a bother. “Might as well put that mouth to work.”

“Really, sir?” You ask, eyes like twin beacons.

“Yeah, go on then.” He pats your head. “No hands,” Kishibe adds, and they drop to your side instantly, teeth clasping onto his zipper and tugging it downwards in a jagged procession.

This is the most lackadaisical approach to cocksucking Kishibe has ever seen. And trust him, he has thirty-odd years of experience— This takes the cake for the worst. What you lack in technique you do not make up for in enthusiasm. It might just be ‘cause he’s soft, his mind detaches from the notion of anything inherently sexual. He’s thinking about what he should have for dinner tonight. If there’s anything in the fridge. That fat cat he has to feed.

There’s gagging, spluttering, a lewd pop! A sad and sorry end to a sloppy blowjob. You cough. A wet rattle deep in your chest.

“Not your strong suit,” he muses.

“I need your help, sir.” Your lips are swollen, spit-slicked. “Can’t do it on my own.” It begs the question, what are you good at? What can you do on your own?

He sighs for the nth time, takes his shaft in his hand and guides it past your parted lips, a messy ordeal, teeth scraping over the velvety skin of his cock, spit pooling in your mouth and dribbling down your chin when his cock rests weighty on your tongue.

It’s big, your cheek bulges when the tip nudges the inside of your mouth. Kishibe shifts course, pushes his cock so deep it hits the back of your throat, and your nails ziiip against the leather of his office chair.

“Is that too much?” He asks, making no move to ease up on the windpipe abuse. Your lips have stretched so far the corners of your mouth might split, you let out a noise of discomfort. Kishibe pays it no mind, his dick only gets heavier the moment it begins to harden. He places a hand on the back of your head, forces you to take his cock right to the base by pinning you into place. You swallow around him, and it’s the only good thing you’ve done since you got here.

There’s the garbled complaint of your jaw aching. “I don’t know what you’re saying,” Kishibe tells you, the derisive curl of his lip draws a soft whine from the back of your shredded throat. On his terms, you’ll last until the end of the workday. That’s what you’re here for, right? A job. He’s given you one and you’re not even doing it well. Sucking dick is second nature to women. Evidently not you.

You last till the end of his shift— Barely. Hanging on by a thread. Most of your lipstick has rubbed off on his dick, splotches of red deep in the creases of your dry lips. The fatigue of being cramped beneath his desk for so long weighs your body down, languidly shrugging on your jacket, your white shirt gaps when you button it up. He hadn’t noticed that before, but he does now.

“I’ll be better tomorrow,” you promise.

“Alright,” he says, noncommittal.

“Not tomorrow— I’m not in tomorrow actually so on Wednesday. I’ll be better on Wednesday.” You take hold of his arm and for some reason, he lets you. Human connection is not something he values especially, but sometimes it’s nice.

“Sure.” Kishibe shrugs. “I’ll hold you to your word.”

The commute to and from work is endless. This time it’s particularly endless, the outside world blurring into monochromatic plains as the train follows its usual path.

Sometimes you wish for it to derail and throw your body into the atmosphere. Just for fun. Anything to break up the mundanity of slate-coloured metropolitan life.

The confined space in the carriage has Kishibe’s front curved into your back, his hands in his pockets. An attempt at small talk fails to bridge the gap between the two of you. He’s so disinterested. Aren’t old men meant to like young girls? Are you really that ordinary? That even men one orgasm away from a heart attack are totally unbothered by the swell of your ass pressing up against their clothed dicks? Like, um, hello!

“You’re pushing it, you know that?” His breath is hot on your skin, he’s tall enough to obscure you from the view of any onlookers as you grip the metal pole. A few briefcases click shut, patent leather dress shoes scuffing across the flat floors as the train nears the next station.

Empty seats outnumber occupants by this point, there’s no need for Kishibe to be so close, but he is and that makes you happy. Makes your pussy happy too. Throbs like crazy. If you’re going to work alongside him, you’ll need to bring a change of panties in your handbag. ‘Cause you’ve been wet since he first entered the room.

He’s more rugged than handsome, but that’s what makes him hot. You see the start of a pretty face under the thickness of his worn and torn skin, it’s undercut by his square jaw, the skin under his eyes seems to burrow back into his face with how deep those bags are. God, you need him. Stat. Now if you don’t mind, sir.

When you exit, you don’t expect to hear heavy footfall right behind you. For a moment you think it’s the echo of your shoes in the derelict station, it’s like a gaping cavern, but you’re light on your feet - learnt to make yourself scarce.

Taking a peek over your shoulder would ruin the surprise. If it’s not Kishibe you might throw a fit. Unless whoever’s following you is, like, Kimura Takuya. You wouldn’t mind that at all. What a dreamboat. Still, there’s not even a 0.001% chance it’s him (you don’t exactly remember seeing him on the commute). There is a 99.99% chance it’s Kishibe. So you’ll go with the latter.

You duck into a nearby alleyway and he does too. Well, it’s an assumed he. If it’s a she you hope it’s the busty chick with the eyepatch that made eyes at you in the hallway as you tried to match Miss Makima’s brisk pace.

“I told you not to push it.” It’s Kishibe.

Yay! You internally cheer as he pushes you into the crumbling brick wall, your handbag drops onto the ground as your fist unfurls. Palms flat on the burnt clay, your breath hitches when he makes quick work of your pants, thick fingers forcing their way beneath the tight waistband. They’re perfectly fitted so there’s not even an inch of space, no room for lunch when you’re wearing these. The button pops and you mourn the loss of your nicest piece of clothing. Nothing a big dick can’t fix.

(Dick can’t fix the pants though. Duh.)

“I should teach you how to keep your hands to yourself,” Kishibe says lowly. His apathy is unfortunately really fucking hot. And it has to be front. It has to be. Or he wouldn’t have gone through the effort of disrupting his usual route home. You must’ve gotten him hot and bothered. His dick is hard. So there’s that.

He spits on your ass, it trickles down your crack and does a shitty job at lubing anything up. Your pussy is so wet you could take two or three dicks with ease. Kishibe doesn’t have to waste precious, precious spit that should be dripped down your throat like ambrosia. He spreads you wide, big hands grabbing handfuls of your soft ass. When you close your eyes, you see his cock, it’s tattooed on your eyelids. Seriously. His shit is big, and you wouldn’t expect anything less from a man of his size. The tip is dark, uncut on the fat, his balls hang low— Oh, he’s putting it in your ass, you realise a moment too late.

Suppressing a soft cry, your head drops forward as the pain splinters through your body with each agonising inch of his fat cock in your tighter hole. “Daddy,” you whimper, nails fighting to stay on your nail beds as you scratch at the wall.

“Don’t call me that,” Kishibe says, and his dick gives one last punishing push as he sinks into you fully.

“Sorry, sir.” Your sniffling is cut short by him shoving his fingers into your warm mouth. His dick is mean. You’re all like uh, uh, unfff, uh! You sound pretty fucking stupid, but he is practically punching all those noises out of you. It feels nice to be split in half. When you ignore the sickening spark of raw pain in your gut that is. He’s whisking your guts into a mixture of acid and bloody chunks.

Kishibe’s fairly quiet, the occasional grunt when he draws his hips back so the tip is in your fluttering hole, only to slam back in and knock you forward ‘cause you’re a klutz and dick in your dry ass is sorta disorientating.

“I love it, sir,” you tell him anyway. You’ve always been a bit of a bootlicker. Relying on flattery to get you into people's good books. It’s worked up until now. Kishibe is a nut you can’t even crack with a nutcracker, or a paring knife, not even with a goddamn hammer. “I love it so much, I love—“ His fingers run over your gums, pulling on your tongue for only a second before he takes them out to wipe on the back of your white blouse.

When he cums, you smell the whiskey on his breath as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Thank you, sir, thank you so much—“ You turn your head in search of his lips, he taps your cheek sharply and zips his slacks up in typical Kishibe fashion. Unhurried, slow, doesn’t really care about being caught with his pants down. A cigarette is lit, the glow of the ember reflects in his charcoal eyes like liquid gold.

Put that out on my clit, sir. Obviously, you don’t say that in fear of your clit never ever working again, and you quite like your clit to be honest. She’s gotten you through a lot of stressful situations. 

His load has started to leak out of you, drying on your skin. Thick and sticky and heavy like his dick. Your cunt still throbs when you hold your ruined pants in place, they’ll be slipping down for the remainder of the walk home. Kishibe didn’t let you cum. He hasn’t let you cum all day. How selfish. You’ll rub one out when you get to your place. Christ, you think you love him.

[lemonlover1110]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑

Kishibe

Pairing: Kishibe x f!Reader

Summary: Kishibe comes across his pretty neighbor in an inappropriate website, and ever since, becomes obsessed with her. Of course, he'll say he's infatuated, not obsessed

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Pornstar!Reader, Obsessive Kishibe (yanderish), Age Gap (Reader 20s, Kishibe 50s) Dub-Con, Masturbation, Panty Stealing, Nipple Play, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Daddy Kink, Spitting, Non-Consensual Filming, Kishibe Breaks into reader's apartment and is called a perverted old man a lot

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Kishibe isn’t often interested in the life of his neighbors. He’s too busy with his own life to care about them. That is until he notices the pretty neighbor that moves in next door. She immediately catches his eye. She’s stunning– A bit too young for him dare he say. She’s sweet enough to greet him every time she spots him, which makes him like her a bit more. Sure, he finds it annoying when other neighbors greet him. But not the girl next door.

Whenever he sees you, you always look so pretty. Wearing your best outfit (one that doesn’t cover much up, but he doesn’t mind), your makeup and hair carefully done, nails always matching your outfits, and finally, the sweetest smile on your face. He feels as if you’re sweeter with him than with the other neighbors, but of course he’s biased. He thinks the cute girl next door has a crush on him, and he’ll deceive himself.

Nothing happens between you two, though. You greet each other, occasionally asking how your day is, but it never goes beyond that. You’re young enough to be his daughter, so he doesn’t really care that your relationship doesn’t develop further. The scenes that play in his head are just fantasies, and it’s best if they stay like that.

Your relationship– If it can even be called a relationship, stays platonic. He doesn’t do anything to fulfill the fantasies that run through his mind, that is until he finds you on a certain website. You don’t even try to do anything to hide your face. He feels as if all the blood rushes from his head to his dick.

You, his cute neighbor, are pushing your panties to the side, getting two fingers wet with your saliva before you bring them down and run them through your folds. His eyes are nearly popping out of his head as he watches you. Maybe his drinking has caught up to him, and he’s hallucinating that it’s you running your fingers through your cute little cunt, while in fact it’s someone else. So he shuts his eyes for a second, and when he opens them, you’re still there.

“Hmm… Need your dick inside of me.” You say, and he knows that it’s your voice. You’re playing with your clit, and he has to pull his pants down. He has to appreciate every moment of this video, because that’s the only way he’ll ever accomplish any of the scenarios that play in his head every time he sees you. He feels like such a dirty old man while he strokes his dick at the video of his neighbor. “Need you so bad, daddy.”

“Fuck–” He groans, playing with himself while he watches toy with your pussy. He’d do anything to be able to do that to you. To finger you, get you so worked up around his fingers and have you come undone on him. He’d pay almost any amount of money to have you in front of him, doing all of what you’re doing in the video. He’d pay a year’s worth of his salary to simply have you naked in front of him.

“I’d do anything for your cum…” Are the last words he hears before he comes all over his hand. He pauses the video, and he takes a moment to catch his breath. It’s almost embarrassing how fast he finished. He looks at the username of your account, making sure to remember it. He clicks on the username and finds a lot more videos. Many that he will be watching. Although he feels awkward and ashamed for even opening the video.

“Good morning, neighbor.” You wave at Kishibe, and he waves back at you. To him, you’re important enough to wave at. Lately, you’re more than important enough. He holds you on a pedestal, and he doubts anything will change it. He’s thinking with his dick.

A month after he finds your videos, he’s infatuated with you. You’ve completely infiltrated and damaged his mind. You’re like a goddess to him. He could only ever dream of getting with you because you seem completely unattainable. It’s completely weird how he’s almost obsessed with the woman next door.

When you walk away, Kishibe looks around to make sure he’s left alone. He has to wait a minute or so before he walks to your door and lifts up the mat. He grabs the spare key that’s underneath the mat and opens the door to your apartment. He’s trespassing and invading your privacy, but he’s already done so by watching the videos that are online. Kishibe will be late to work, but he couldn’t care less. He has to first run this little errand.

He enters the place and shuts the door. He takes off his shoes before wandering around the place. The place is a bit disorganized, which he can’t blame you for since you weren’t expecting any visitors. He doesn’t care too much to be in the living room nor kitchen, neither place has what he wants. He spots your room, and makes his way over there.

When he enters your bedroom and notices that it’s more organized than the living room and kitchen. He stands around for a moment, looking around the room. He quickly spots the place where most of your videos are filmed. He can tell by the painting above the bed frame, which isn’t hard to distinguish. The camera setup is put away, which is what he’d expect considering you aren’t home to film yourself.

However, Kishibe isn’t here to admire the place where you film yourself. He walks to your cabinet and begins to open drawers, looking for your underwear. He isn’t obsessed, he just really loves this specific pair that you’ve worn in a couple of videos. He needs them for himself. It’ll raise some suspicions, but he doesn’t care. You’ll end up thinking you lost them doing laundry or something along those lines. But he doesn’t find them. He goes through all the pairs you have in the drawer, and no sight of the pair he wants. 

Too many cute pairs, some that he has yet to see in your videos, but nonetheless, he doesn’t want any of them. He doesn’t find the pair he wants in your drawer, which puts a smile on his face as he walks to the closet to look for your dirty laundry basket. He finds it, and he fights a grin as he rummages through your dirty laundry. His eyes shine when he finds the pair of panties, all used up. He grabs them, bringing them up to his nose. He smells them and all the blood goes straight to his dick, which is a normal reaction for him just at the thought of you.

He stops when he hears the keys that rattle the front door, and his eyes widen. His heart races, getting inside the closet and closing it so he can hide. He walks to the corner and hides behind some long dresses. You forgot something because you’re not usually home this early. He just hopes that what you forgot isn’t in the closet. 

He can’t fully close the closet before you walk inside, so he can see outside. He watches you walk into the room, and he holds his breath. The tiniest sound can get him caught. Even a breath that’s too loud. You’re looking inside some of your drawers, and he’s praying that you don’t look inside the panty drawer and see how messy he left it.

When you find what you need, you rush out of the room and he exhales. He finally takes a deep breath. He shoves your panties into his pocket, and when he hears the door lock, he rummages through your laundry basket once again, looking for more panties that he can take back to his home. 

He walks out of the closet and the bedroom. He’s at the front door and looks for his shoes, but he can’t find them. His mind is hazy, so there’s a probability he walked out of his apartment just with his socks. He doesn’t think too hard about it so he walks out of the apartment before you come back, looking for something that you forgot.

At eight in the night, Kishibe hears a knock on his door. He stands up, groggily since he was just about to go to a certain website to watch a certain neighbor play with herself, especially with the little treat that he got for himself. But someone desperately needs him, at least it seems like that because they keep desperately knocking on the door. His frustration quickly goes away when he sees you standing there.

“Hey, how can I–” He begins, but he notices the pair of shoes that you hold up. You pout your pretty lips, your brows furrowed as you look at him. You’re trying your best to not smirk as you look at him. 

“Mister, did you lose your shoes?” You question, before you slightly push him to the side so you can enter his apartment. He made himself welcome in your home, why can’t you do the same thing? You put his shoes down on the floor before you walk to the living room. “What a nice home.”

“Thank you.” He answers. You clearly aren’t bothered by the fact that he was inside your home. You found out immediately that he was in there, yet he’s not locked up. So the man figures that he has a chance. He closes the door and walks back to the living room. “I’m Kishibe.”

“I know.” You respond as he takes a seat beside you. You introduce yourself to him as well, “But you probably already knew that.”

“Hmm…” He hums in agreement. Kishibe’s eyes scan you. You’re wearing a white tank top that leaves little to the imagination–  In fact, he doesn’t have to think too hard about it because you aren’t wearing a bra underneath. Your nipples are hard and poke through the cloth. He licks his lips as his eyes land on your exposed legs. The shorts you’re wearing are also too short. He ends up clearing his throat before he asks, “Why are you here?”

“To give you your shoes back.” You answer in a very sweet tone. One that he hears in the videos he watches. You turn your body to face him, a mischievous smile on your lips. However, you try to suppress it, disguising it as sweet with the doe eyes on your face. “Or do you want me to leave?”

“Oh, I would never want you to leave.” Kishibe says, one hand landing on your plush thigh. He brings you slightly closer to him, his face inches away from yours. “But what is a pretty little thing like you still doing here with an old man like me?”

“Well… The old man thought it was fine to break into my place and do… Whatever you were doing. So I wanted to see what his place lacked, that mine had.” You bat your eyelashes, slowly and barely moving your face closer to his. “Plus, maybe the old man is… Interesting.”

“Interesting?” He questions. You bite down your bottom lip before your lips land on his. Unlike him, you’re soft and gentle. While his lips are much rougher, his tongue dominates inside your mouth. You feel his nails dig into your thighs, while your hands go to the hem of his shirt. You feel under his shirt while his tongue presses against yours. 

Things sure escalated quickly, but you knew this would happen quickly because you’ve seen the way he looks at you. The walls of your apartments are very thin as well. You heard your videos dead in the night while trying to fall asleep.

Kishibe bites your bottom lip before he pulls away from your lips, going down to kiss your neck. He kisses and sucks on your neck while his hands pull down your tank top, freeing your tits from their very loose confinement. He kisses down to your breasts as one hand goes down inside your pants. You aren’t wearing pants as well.

A couple hours ago he would have only dreamt of doing this. But now he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking on it while two fingers run through your folds. He has the urge to comment on how wet you are, but his mouth is too busy sucking on your tit to even bother. Right now, Kishibe’s priority is enjoying the moment. Even if it means keeping his words to himself.

He hears your soft moans as he flicks his tongue on your nipple while his fingers lazily play with your clit. He detaches his mouth from your tit and kisses your breasts before his tongue circles around your other nipple. His mouth wraps around your other nipple, and once again, he begins to suck. 

His index and middle finger press against the entrance of your cunt. A loud moan leaves your lips when he slips his fingers inside of you. Much bigger and thicker than you expected. But again, he is a tall and big man. He gently bites down on your nipple before pulling away.

The man fights back a smile as he hears you moan like a fool around his fingers. He curves his fingers just right, making them brush against your g-spot with his every move. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“So good.” You moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You feel as his thumb begins to play with your clit, and you begin to roll your hips. He’s doing just as you expected, after all, Kishibe had infiltrated your thoughts only because you imagined him as an experienced old man. Maybe also the fact that he might've been a pervert turned you on a bit, which is absolutely out of character for you.

“What a naughty fucking girl.” He comments, feeling as your walls tighten around his fingers. You’re already on the brink of an orgasm, which makes him feel proud. At least he’s doing the right thing. He’s watched too many videos to at least not somewhat know what your body likes. “Would you like it better if it was my dick?”

“Yeah… I need you so bad, daddy.” You mewl, shutting your eyes as you feel your orgasm come closer and closer, slowly overtaking your body. You’re already putty in his hands, and you can’t wait to find out how he’ll fuck you. “Need your dick inside of me.”

“Oh, I bet you do.” He clicks his tongue. One of your hands is wrapped around his bicep, and your grip tightens as your orgasm gets closer. The grip finally loosens as you reach your high, your body spasming as you come around his fingers. 

When he takes his fingers out, he spreads his fingers and admires them since they’re covered in your juices. It’s so pathetic that he’s admiring this, but God, he’ll finally come to admit that he’s obsessed with you. He brings his fingers up to his lips and licks them clean. And fuck, you taste so fucking good. Just as he imagined.

“You really wanna take my dick, baby?” He asks, grabbing his phone from his pocket. Your eyes are shut as you try to regulate your breath. You don’t notice as he positions his phone on the coffee table and begins to record. Of course, he isn’t going to share this with anyone, it’s just some other content for him to watch.

“I need your dick.” You tell him, pushing down your pants. You hope he won’t make you beg, because you’ll do it, but that’s just humiliating. You’ll never beg for anyone, but for Kishibe you just might have to. You’ve been thinking about him just as much as he’s been thinking about you. You look up at him with lust-filled eyes, biting down your bottom lip.

“You really want to let an old pervert fuck you?” He asks as he pulls down his sweatpants. You frantically nod your head as you throw your shorts elsewhere. “You know I’ve been watching you online…”

“I know…” You answer, licking your lips as he begins to pull down his briefs. He’s a tease. He’s so slow to push down his underwear. He wants to kill you slowly. Your hands land on the waistband of his briefs and you help push the pair down. He chuckles,

“You really want me to fuck you, don’t you? What a naughty girl…” He says as his dick springs free. Your hand wraps around his length, which is bigger than you expected but you can’t complain, and you stroke it a couple of times before you lay your back down on his couch. He gets on the couch as well, pushing your knees up to your chest, “I’ve been wanting to see you in this position for a long time.”

His hand gently smacks your cunt twice before he brings his lips together and spits on your pussy. You watch him, desperately needing his dick inside of you. You finally feel as his tip presses against your clit before he runs it through your cunt. He stops at your entrance and slaps his tip a couple of times before he slips his dick inside your cunt. 

You gasp as you feel his length fill you up and stretch you out. Kishibe looks at your face, as you bite your bottom lip, scared of being too loud. For some reason you’re scared of looking pathetic in front of him as he fucks you. He gives you a minute to get adjusted to his size before he begins to move.

“So fucking tight…” He says through gritted teeth, almost in disbelief at how good your cunt feels around him. He didn’t imagine it’d feel so good. He watches you shut your eyes, allowing him to look at the phone and make sure it’s in the right place to be recording. The last thing he needs is to be filming nothing. His focus goes back to you. “Need to hear you moan… Can you do that for me?”

You stop biting down your lip and letting your moans free into the air. Allowing him to hear how good he’s making you feel. He’s so thick and large, which makes him hit all the right spots with every thrust. Kishibe smirks, watching, hearing and feeling how good you feel with his cock fucking you. This is something that he’s been dreaming of for the past month.

You don’t fear being too loud anymore, since you know there’s no one next door. You hear him as he groans, succumbing to the pleasure your pussy is giving him. So tight and warm. He’ll definitely be thinking of this and only this for the next couple of days. It’s a good thing he’s recording it. “What a good girl… Making daddy feel good. Do you feel good, baby?”

“So good, daddy.” You respond, your brain slowly working less and less. You feel another orgasm approach, which makes your hand move down to play with your clit. Your cunt is tightening around him, and Kishibe can say that it feels way better around his dick than around his fingers.

“You want my cum, baby?” He asks, and you loudly hum in response, too focused on reaching your orgasm. Every thrust just hits every right spot, and it makes it hard for you to contain yourself a little while longer. You moan loudly as you reach your orgasm, finishing around his cock. “Fuck…”

“I need your cum, daddy.” You tell him, and he feels himself near the edge. 

“Gonna give it all to you.” He mutters, giving a couple more thrusts before he paints your inside with his cum. His dick remains inside of you for a moment, while he catches his breath.

Clarity hits, and he decides if it’s the right time to mention the panties that are currently on his bed. That might have to stay as a secret for a while.

His eyes shift to look at the phone that still records. He fights back a smirk as he takes his cock out of your cunt. That video will stay a secret for sure… He might share it with a couple of friends and that’s it. Or well–

It wouldn’t be harmful for the rest of the world to know that you have a nice neighbor that takes care of you when you’re in need.

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[holdmeclosebutdontloveme]

He holds you close.

Tight enough that there's no room for a struggle and why would you - escape, that is. When he pushes deep into your womb, hearing you breathlessly plead for a dig at another angle inside you and such pleas were heard with a faint promise of your pleasure. His movements were slow, his thrusts were nonexistent and you understand that his fatigue from work overcome the need to satiate his lust like an animal.

Instead, he hungers for your warmth, letting his soft cock be welcomed by the tight hug of your cunt.

Letting himself be dampen with your juices as you moan like a slut.

[saintkaylaa]

are you cheating?…

(ft. aki, angel, kishibe, & yoshida)

warnings: cursing, suggestive, kishibe & you being toxic cute, f!reader

— aki

— angel

— kishibe

— yoshida

[sugurizz]

(Smut/NSFW , minors DNI)

Kishibe would randomly stop you right in the middle of you sucking him off just to grab your face between his fingers and then say

"how the hell ya still look so cute with a cock down your throat?"

and when you give him a shy smile while batting your eyelashes at the sudden compliment he would swing you off with one arm and throw you on the couch only for his huge frame to crash over yours, ramming his still hard member into your warm cunt.

[yoursillydoll]

Being in love with Kishibe

angst?, mentions of sex, age difference (kishibe is in his 50's, reader in late 20')

You know that Kishibe doesn't love you. You're not even his girlfriend, you two just having sex from time to time. But he is the only person you can think about when you hear the word "love".

You met him in a bar two months ago. Old grumpy men being all by himself, ordering drink after drink. What made you sit next to him and chit chat with him? You don't know. But an hour later he asked you if you want to go to your place. Why did you agree? You don't know that too.

But you didn't regret that.

Sex with him was the best thing that ever happened to you. He made you feel so good.

You know about his job and how risky it is. But even if he died, nothing would happen. He is not your boyfriend. Just his sex toy, as he calls you. He doesn't mean it negatively, quite the opposite. You're "his" and this is all that matter.

He smells like alcohol and cigarettes. Sometimes it makes you feel dizzy, but when he thrusts into you, you can't even think about it. You only want him. He makes you go numb with his dick, tongue or fingers and everything else does not exist.

After all, when he falls asleep next to you, you can't help but stare at him. His handsome, old, tired face, looking so peacefull at that moment, makes your heart hurts a little.

He's not even that old, he is in his 50's, but alcohol ruined him so much. But Kishibe is the most handsome men you ever met. Even his scar looks so good on him.

After some time you realized it's not his look that made you like him. It's his loneliness.

Kishibe lost a lot of his buddies. You're well aware of the fact that he's still alive is a miracle.

Is he afraid to leave you alone? Kishibe is strong, but he's just a human after all. He's not immortal.

That's not it.

Kishibe is afraid of affection.

He told you he's not looking for serious relationship and he never been in one. Why? Is it because of his job? Or someone in the past hurt him? Kishibe won't tell you this.

Every time you want to hug him, his body reacts as if you are trying to attack him, his muscles tense. But he acts like nothing happened. "What's up, doll?"

He hardly ever smiles. And even if he does, it's not an honest smile.

Kishibe is a walking red flag. And you know it damn well. He told you clearly not to love him, but you failed. And you don't understand how.

Besides his look and good sex, he has nothing to offer. Once you realize how awful his personality is, you should run away from him. But... that's impossible.

You want to stay with him and observe him like a scientific object. You want to understand him.

But you love him. You love him like crazy and if you told him that, he'd probably call you that.

And as long as you can be near him, that's fine with you. You will regret this after his death.

[lehguru]

CALLING THEM MY LOVE + CHAINSAW MEN

characters: denji, aki, kishibe, angel, yoshida

warnings: reader is afab in kishibe's but gender neutral in everyone else's, slightly suggestive in kishibe's (between this and quanxi's also being suggestive, you can see my pattern); not proofread + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

denji immediately gives you his wet dog expression when you call him with any pet name. "my love, can you get something for me from the convenience store?", you ask him, cupping his cheeks with your hands in the way you know he loves. his mouth fell open a little and he looked at you with sleepy eyes, his face heating up softly. 'huh?' he murmured, making you chuckle and peck his lips.

aki doesn't mind pet names that much. of course, he loves to hear the softness in your voice as you call out for him, but pet names were never a big deal for him. however, "you really are the love of my life" was the phrase that made him freeze. his breath caught in his throat and he didn't turn to look at you, even after your arms wrapped around his waist. the smile that grew in his lips made him a little shy; you really were the only person that could make him feel that way.

"aren't you drinking too much today, my love?" you ask kishibe, looking with obvious concern to the silver flask he pulled from his coat. before he could take a sip, one of his eyebrows raised and his eyes turned to you. he pulled you by the hips, until your body was pressed against his. 'what did ya say, baby?' his face inched closer to yours. 'are you worried about me?' he left a soft peck on your lips and squeezed your ass softly. secretly, he would adore that you're worried about him.

angel gives you the blankest expression you have ever seen in your life as soon as the pet name leaves your lips. usually, you call him 'angel' not only because it's his name, but also as a pet name; when you said 'i think i found a way to kiss you, my love' he really didn't know how to react. he just stared at you with his face as neutral as possible, even if his heart skipped a tiny beat. you pressed a handkerchief against his lips and kissed him over the cloth. after pulling back, you smiled and – looking away from you – he murmured: "that was something obvious. you should've thought of that earlier."

you and yoshida didn't exactly date. you two had a on and off relationship – not a toxic one, it was like that simply because you two never manage to find the right timing to be official – and yoshida didn't really call you by anything but your name. one day, you noticed he seemed kinda off. "what is bothering you, my love?" left your lips before ypu could even process your own phrase. he gave u sideways look and smirked softly, his hand immediately holding yours. 'don't worry about it, baby. 'm your love, hm?

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used on them belong to their respective creators!!

[daisynik7]

if you're still taking requests, i have a severe need for kishibe being a slutty old boyfriend to reader, doing unspeakably filthy things while calling reader "kid, princess" and all manner of cutesy pet names

Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: age gap (reader is in her 20s, Kishibe is late 40s/early 50s), established relationship, sex toy use, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl, doggy style), vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, face-riding, sex without a condom, creampie, cum-eating, multiple orgasms, pet names. 

Word Count: ~1.6k

Author’s Note: Hi mephisto! Thank you for the Kishibe request, was waiting for another to come in! Hope you like this one, been wanting to write a piece with a sex toy and thought this would be fitting for it! Let me know what you think. :) 

You’ve never dated an older man before. Well, not this old. But the thing about Kishibe is that the two of you mesh so well, the age gap never seems that drastic. Your relationship is still relatively fresh; six months, if you count the first few weeks of hooking up, no strings attached. Eventually, you both agreed to give it a real shot, seeing each other exclusively. There are, however, a few moments where your differences show, and the two of you have the opportunity to learn from each other.

Kishibe comes over to your apartment to spend the night after a delicious dinner at your favorite restaurant. This is usually how your dates go: a lovely meal at a fancy establishment, a bit of wine is consumed, then sex at either his place or yours. It’s a tried-and-true formula that never fails to satisfy. Though, tonight, you decide to spice it up just a little. Show the old man a trick or two up your sleeve. 

In your bed, both of you already naked and kissing, you reach behind you towards your drawer, blindly feeling for one of your sex toys. He pulls away to look at you, glancing at your hand. “What are you doing?” he asks, slightly confused.

You smirk, making sure it’s the right toy in your grasp: a small, pink suction vibrator, one you just purchased specifically with him in mind. Something you’re sure the old man hasn’t used in the bedroom before. You wiggle it your hand. “I want to show you something.”

He raises a brow at you, curious. “Go on.”

You splay your thighs, displaying your pussy for him. He licks his lips, face drifting closer to your arousal until you stop him, palm pressed to his forehead. “I want you to watch me play with myself first.”

The small bump in his throat bobs, swallowing hard at your suggestion. His cock is stiff against his abdomen, clearly turned on by this idea. Still, he argues. “Don’t you want me to eat out that pretty pussy instead?”

You click your tongue disapprovingly at him, shaking your head. “Looks like you’ve got a lot to learn, old man.”

He chuckles at this, leaning back to kneel in front of you, reading for whatever you have in store for him. “Alright. Show me what you got, kid.” 

While sex with Kishibe has been nothing short of fantastic, there’s always room to spice it up, especially when it comes to foreplay. Your boyfriend has admitted to you before that he’s not well-versed when it comes to sex toys. He prefers a more old-fashioned approach, only because that’s what he’s used to. But he’s never been opposed to it either, being more than willing to try. Again at the drawer, you retrieve a bottle of lube, squirting a small drop onto your fingers, rubbing it around your bud. He watches carefully, intending to gain something from this little lesson you’re giving him. 

Properly lubricated, you press on the button, the toy vibrating loudly in your hand. There’s a small grin on his face as you position the suction on your clit, sealing it against your skin. It doesn’t take long for you to falter from the sensation, slick already leaking from your throbbing pussy. He’s practically salivating watching you, spit gathering on his tongue, desperate to taste you, to dip his fingers in your glistening cunt. He wraps his fist around his hard cock, stroking himself to the sight of you. “Come on my fingers, princess. Please.”

You click once on the button, increasing the intensity a level, nodding at him. He slips his middle and ring finger inside you, curling at the tips to stimulate your sweet spot. You throw you head back, indulging in the sensation of his digits pumping in and out of you while the toy remains latched to your clit, sucking until it’s swollen. He’s enjoying it a little too much, seeing you swell around his fingers, coated in your sticky mess. His other hand continues to work his cock, precum oozing at the tip, ready to bust any second. Your old, slutty boyfriend is always quick to come, which might be a dealbreaker for some. But what he lacks in patience, he makes up for in stamina. The old geezer nuts fast, but is hard again almost instantly, ready for round two, three, even four, lasting longer each time. 

He strokes himself, spurting his hot load onto the sheets, grunting. You come soon after, his fingers squelching deep inside you, the vibrator still buzzing. His eyes widen, watching you squirt all over his hand. “Would you look at that? Fuck, that’s sexy. You’re a nasty little thing, aren’t you?” He pulls out, a shiny string still attached as he slides his fingers into his mouth, sucking off your slick. 

“Want your cock now,” you tell him, setting the toy aside, rubbing your middle finger on your slippery bud. 

“How do you want me, angel?” He crawls towards you to kiss you, nipping at your bottom lip. “I’ll give it to you however you want.”

Out of breath from excitement, you huff, “Want to ride you.”

He smiles, pleased to see how fucked out you already are for him. He lays back against the pillows, craning his neck, beckoning you to his lap. “Yeah? Go ahead. Ride this cock. Show this old man how it’s done.”

You straddle him, rubbing your wet pussy along his shaft before you slide it in completely. Without wasting a second, you thrust your ass back and forth onto him, fucking yourself on his hard cock. He rests his hands behind his head, watching your risqué performance, tits bouncing along with your hips, expression hazy with lust, drool leaking from the corners of your lips. Your hands squeeze around your breasts, pinching the peaked nipples between your fingers. He never gets tired of seeing this side of you, unraveling above him. Because of him. 

An idea pops in his head. He stretches is arm out, grabbing for the vibrator at his side. He turns it on, clicking it twice for a more intense setting. It buzzes in his hand as he reaches towards you, placing the suction at your clit. You moan, overstimulated from earlier, spasming from the contact. At your reaction, he presses the vibrator even harder against you, relishing the way you twitch from the sensation. “Fuck, that’s it, isn’t it, sweetheart? That’s the spot, huh? Squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“Yes, right there! Oh fuck!” you cry out, bouncing harder on his lap. Soon, you’re coming once more, sweat beading on your forehead, limbs wobbly, aching from arousal. He tosses the vibrator aside, not bothering to turn it off, immediately lifting you from off his cock and up towards his head. “Ride my face, kitten. Don’t you dare hold back.”

Too fucked out to argue, you follow his orders, spreading your legs over him, gripping the headboard. He pulls you down to him, eating you out sloppily while you straddle his face, swiping his tongue side to side. Smothering himself in your juices, mouth moving relentlessly on you. He doesn’t stop when you thrash above him, overly sensitive with him latched around your swollen clit, desperate to drown in your pussy. He lifts you off to smatter a thick glob of spit on your bud, smearing it with his tongue. “This old man can still teach you something, huh?” He peers up at you, smirking, flicking his tongue against you. 

You meet his gaze, nodding erratically, too dumb to answer in a coherent sentence, rocking your hips against him. “That’s it, angel. Squirt on my face,” he muffles, sliding his thumb along your slit, slipping it in. He surrounds your clit, sucking hard, squeezing it between his puckered lips. You come for him, whining as he slurps at your sopping cunt. He wriggles out from underneath you, giving you a light smack on your ass, chin and nose shiny with your slick. “Bend over for me.”

You position yourself on all fours, eager to have his cock back inside you. He glides in easily, your entrance drenched in his spit and your cum. He fucks you hard, hips slamming deliciously against your ass cheeks, the sounds of wet skin slapping and your wanton moans filling the room. You’re completely unhinged for him, needy for another orgasm despite your body being spent. 

“That’s it, baby girl,” he coos, pressing his hips flush to your ass as you convulse around him, pushed passed the edge. He hooks his fingers into your mouth, swiping it over your tongue before caressing your clit. “Come all over my cock. Get it fucking creamy.”

“Oh fuck,” you whine, salivating onto the pillow, climaxing for the third time tonight. Or is it the fourth? At this point, you can’t even keep count. He orgasms with you, shooting his seed deep into your womb, stuffing you full. He pulls out slowly, watching as the cum dribbles out of your slit, only to gather it with his thumb to finger it back in. You let him play with you for a couple more minutes, too exhausted to berate him for being a nasty old perv, like you usually would. In all honestly, you love how filthy he is, especially with you. 

When he’s done, he lays beside you, wrapping you in his arms. You curl closer to him, enjoying the way his hands roam up and down the curves of your body, exploring every crevice until it’s ingrained in his brain. The warmth that emits from him surrounds you in a cozy embrace, making you feel protected and safe in his hold.

He nestles his face into your neck, now dewy with perspiration from the night’s activities. “Not so bad for an old man, right?”

Still in a daze, you pat his hand affectionately, grinning. “Good. Very, very good.”

Satisfied with your respond, he gives you smooch on the cheek, hugging you tighter. “That’s my girl.”