#old kishibe x reader

[ayyy-pee]

i feel like kishibe loves to be inside of you. likes to feel you surrounding his cock, loves the feeling of him filling you up, so full of him until you're dripping all over the bedsheets (or where ever he's chosen to fuck you that day). but if kishibe pulls out, he'll cum so hard and so much all over your naked stomach, chest, on top of your pussy. it's so much. you don't know how he makes so much cum when he drinks his entire body weight in liquor regularly. the man does not get dehydrated. but he'll sit back on his knees, stroking himself over you, admiring his work. he's not even breathing hard, but you are. he likes that. makes him feel like you tried really hard to get him off. and you did. you're always such a good girl for him.

kishibe watches your cum covered breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath. watches the way his cum slides down your belly to fill your belly button. the way it drips down the top of your pussy between your folds to mix with your own slick.

and the sight makes him so...fucking...hard, he's ready to fuck you all over again.

so he does.

he leans over you, squeezing any remaining cum out of his cock, lets it drip onto your soaking cunt before he slides his length up and down your folds, mixing your fluids together. then he's pressing his tip into you, sliding in so slowly, relishing in the sound of your gasp when he stretches your walls to accommodate him. his reactions to you are so subtle - a long, quiet groan, goosebumps covering his arms when your warm walls hug his cock so tight. your pussy feels like home. he lays his heavy body atop yours, doesn't care that his cum is sticking to him, too. then he rears his hips back, swallows your moans with a kiss before he's slamming into you all over again.

#kishibe x reader #kishibe drabble #old kishibe x reader #kishibe x you #kishibe smut #this kishibe brainrot will kill me one day #i need him so bad #they didn't have to animate him that way #KISHIBEEEEEE CALL MEEEEEEEEEE #csm kishibe x reader #kishibe x y/n #kishibe x black reader #x black reader #x reader #anime x black reader #anime x reader #kishibe i cannot stop thinking about you

[shiganshinaslut]

18+||MINORS DNI

Thinkin about Kishibe fucking you for the first time,,,something about sleazy older men taking your virginity is just fndhgsgdhh,,,,,

“Fuck...you’re taking it so well for a virgin...” he rasps out as he slowly fucks into you, savoring the way you feel around his cock. It’s so sloppy, the way everything is so wet and your juices are coating his cock, practically dripping to his balls, but he doesn’t care. It’s so messy and it turns him on even more, not to mention how cute and embarrassed you are, whining and covering your face, unable to handle someone like him rearranging your guts like that.

#I want that old mans dick in me #I might write more abt this concept #bc I don’t really like what I wrote here #kishibe is so hot oh my god #kishibe thirst #kishibe smut #kishibe x reader #csm kishibe #kishibe x reader smut #chainsaw man thirst #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man #csm smut #csm thirst #csm x reader

[mncxbe]

#Drafts

𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: delulu, age gap (reader is 20+), alcohol consumption, tipsy Kishibe, dirty talk, reader is conveniently wearing a skirt, head (fem receiving) in dubious places

"All that cheap booze is gonna kill you eventually, you know that?" you taunted your mentor, lighting the thin cigarette between your fingers.

The older man simply chuckled, taking another sip from his silvery flask. "Good thing no one asked for your opinion, sweetheart. Plus, let's not talk about unhealthy habits when you smoke that crappy stuff"

"They're not crappy" you pouted, earning another hoarse chuckle from Kishibe. The alley was empty, just the two of you leaning against the brick wall of the bar. The rest of the devil hunters were still inside, downing mug after mug of beer but that wasn't really your thing. You needed some air– and some time alone with your mentor, so in a spur of confidence you convinced him to join you in this alley for a smoke.

The initial courage disappeared soon after, leaving you fumbling for words. You wanted to tell Kishibe how you felt about him for a while now. Hell, the life of a devil hunter is short, why not take some risks? Still, it was hard– whenever you tried to talk to him about this an unexplicable force held you back. Except for a few snarky remarks all you could do was sit quietly, meekly staring at the stubbed cigarette buds and crumpled paperwraps on the ground.

Kishibe couldn't have been more amused by your shy display. Cute... he thought to himself, returning his now empty flask in the pocket of his jacket. It baffled him– how the attitude you usually gave him during missions and outings with your colleagues completely disappeared when it was just the two of you. Naturally, he was aware of your feelings for him but didn't pay them much mind. You were just a young girl crushing on her mentor, nothing new, but still there was something awfully endearing about this whole situation.

"You know, sweets" said the man eventually, grabbing your chin with his calloused fingers and pulling you closer "You're not fooling anyone, you're quite transparent." Your eyes widened at his comment "Um... I don't know what you're talking about–" you babbled out but before you could finish your sentence Kishibe's grip on your jaw tightened, mushing up your cheeks. Your plush lips pursed into a pout, causing the man to chuckle. "God, you're too pretty for your own good baby. Too bad you're wasting yourself on an old man like me". You wanted to explain yourself but he simply shushed you, dragging his thumb along your bottom lip.

"Oh come on, I'm not an idiot. I can see the way you look at me, how you rub those pretty thighs of your together whenever I'm around. It's quite cute; pathetic, but cute..." Your cheeks flushed at his words and you tried to take a step back but Kishibe pushed his knee between your legs, pressing you against the wall behind "Don't get all shy on me now, sweetheart. I can tell you want this. I mean, that's why you asked me to come out here, right?

Yea, he was right– you wanted this a bit too much. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second and you instinctively shifted your hips, trying to gain some friction from his clothed thigh. Your actions only made your mentor's grin widen "Didn't I tell ya? So eager... I bet you're soaking your panties already." As he said that, Kishibe's fingers ghosted over your clothed cunt and you praised yourself for choosing to wear a skirt. The man let out a content sigh, his digits rubbing against your clit, making you whimper softly. Your cigarette hung between your fingers in desperate need of ashing. Kishibe rested his head on your shoulder, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. You could tell that the alcohol was starting to get to him, his breath growing heavier as he pushed your panties to the side and dipped a finger inside you. "Shit... so fucking wet f'me, pretty." Before you knew it, Kishibe knelt before you, kissing your knees. You moaned and trembled as he traced his tongue along the insides of your thighs, lifting up your skirt. "W-wait Kishi–" you whined, grabbing his hair and tilting his head up to meet your gaze. The man hummed, looking up at you with with glazed eyes. "What's up?" he asked casually, as if his face wasn't inches away from your slick cunt and you couldn't bring yourself to answer. Your body felt hot from need and shame, the coil in your tummy getting tighter and tighter.

"Relax, sweets" sighed the man, hoisting your right leg over his shoulder, his fingers digging into the plush of your thigh "Just relax and enjoy. I know you've been dreaming of fucking my face for a while now so here's your chance" You blushed and whined, the grip on his hair tightening as his fingers found their way back inside you– snuggly pressed against your sweet spot as he gave your needy clit a few laps with his tongue.

If anyone were to tell you that this average Friday night would end with your mentor eating you out behind a dumpster next to his favourite bar you'd deem them crazy– but here you were now, with Kishibe's face between your legs. His chin was soaked in your slick, eyes heavy-lidded as he eagerly lapped at your juices. You tasted absolutely divine and God the way your legs threatened to give in... Kishibe was basically supporting your weight, his free hand gently squeezing your hip. "Doing so good f'me baby. So, so good. Ya hear the sounds you make?" he mumbled against your cunt, sending shivers down your spine. His praise made your knees weak and you let out a whine, feeling yourself getting closer to your high. "Oh G-God Kishibe please don't stop please don't stop now 'm so close–" you squeaked, your hips jolting as you basically humped his face, chasing your release. Kishibe kept curling his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot as he sucked on your clit, occasionally flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud. The squelching sounds your pussy made were utterly embarrassing– you were basically dripping on his hand and you were pretty sure you've never been this wet before. Not with any other man. Your vision went white as you came, drenching the man's face in your slick. "There you go sweetheart. Good girl... just keep it up I got ya."

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you rode out your high, moaning softly when Kishibe placed a little kiss on your thigh before pushing your leg off his shoulder and getting up to his feet. He brushed the grime from his pants and gave you a thoughtful look as you tried to regain your balance. Your legs felt weak, numbed by the pleasure he granted you.

"You alright, kid?" he asked in a hoarse voice, wiping his chin with the sleeve of his coat. "Yea... a bit whoozy but this felt good. Thanks" you answered in a small voice, fumbling with the hem of your skirt and he couldn't help but chuckle. "We both had our fun, sweets. Now get back inside. I don't want you catching a cold, ok?" You nodded, mumbling a soon, sir as you reached for your pack with shaky hands and took out a cigarette. He could tell you needed a moment to compose yourself before getting back to the others and chose not to tease you too much about how riled up you were. There would be other chances for that. Ruffling your hair, Kishibe stepped away from you. "See you tomorrow, kid. Hopefully you'll be in better shape than now."

#‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚ #it's me and fictional old men against the world #chainsaw man smut #csm kishibe #csm smut #kishibe #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #kishibe x reader #csm x reader #kishibe smut

[nanamimizz]

i am not free of kishibe even as i write for others

tags: 18+ minors dni, fem reader, overstim, age diff, not much else i think? short little piece

synopsis: kishibe is still kishibe, which means he fucks like a truck and doesn’t stop until he’s had his fill.

kishibe is as steadfast and proud as ever, even with every inch of his cock in you the only thing that gives away his wavering disposition was the sweat on his brow and the pink on his cheeks. he licks his lips, pink tongue snagging on the white of his teeth for just a moment and dark eyes flicker to you.

amusement and pride dance in the iron of his eyes when he sees the state he has you in - mouth ajar and eyes hazy with unshed tears. you’re sensitive and you wear everything you feel on your sleeve. it makes him want to coo at you, makes him want to kiss and swallow your whines, biting your lips until they are sore, raw.

girlish little mewls leave you, the patting of his sack against the sticky wetness of your ass; the scorching air is cut by the soft - “ah, ah, ah!” leave you and he watches as your canines glisten in the low light of the moon breaching through your blinds.

“s’good yeah?” he prods his voice so thick it rumbles above you like thunder and you can only nod haphazardly, your eyes scrunched as tears run down the apple of your cheeks when the head of his cock presses in deep, deeper than anything else you’ve taken.

“yeah, yeah that’s it,” his thumb goes to your clit swiping the flushed nub, sighing contentedly at how it makes you sob - your cunt tightens and you whine his name so prettily he has the half the mind to pull away, to drag out the night a bit more. old age has softened his mind and he keeps the pace, pressure - the pleasure breaks your and you come crashing down hard for him.

“sensitive little thing aren’t you,” he stills, his cock throbbing in the slick clutch of your cunt and he watches as the base of him grows translucent and shiny. the overstimulated squeezes of your cunt make him groan - loud and deep, he keeps your boneless thighs at his waist, right next to the barley there love handles ; age softening his body.

“kishibe - use me.” you sigh, reaching and settling your hand over his that grips your thigh. his breath dies in his throat and he watches you. God you are beautiful - fucked and loved and wrecked. his cock twitches inside of you and you moan, so gently he makes him surge forth chasing his high even as you squeal in pain soaked pleasure.

“i’ll use ya all night for that, sweet thing.” you gulp knowing he’s saying the truth. you look at him through soaked, wispy lashes. your throat is dry and rough but you still sigh out for him,

“i’d let you. i love you.” you say it earnestly like it’s the first time you’ve seen something beautiful, like the sea.

“love ya too.” is all he can say, voice gruff as he leans down to press a biting kiss to your lax mouth. you sigh even when his teeth dig into your bottom lip. the night is endless from here on out.

#lamb.writes #kishibe smut #chainsaw man smut #csm smut #kishibe x reader #csm. ♡ #kishibe. ♡ #sorry old men make me a little insanw

[midkarma]

kishibe calling you kid. KISHIBE CALLING YOU KID!!!!!

RAHHH IT SHOULDNT BE THIS HOT BUT IT IS!!!

you KNOW you shouldn’t be thirsting after your superior this hard, especially one of his rank and age, but you just can’t help it! it’s like he knows the effect he has on you, especially with that stupid nickname. further stretching the gap between you too…

“kid,” he calls, and you know it’s to you. and there you are again, at beck and call like an obedient dog. he likes that about you.

while he thought that this was going to be just a one-off office fuck, he’s now thinking about adopting this stray dog. the way you do whatever he asks is cute, he thinks you look cuter in the uniform…. but you’d be perfect bent over his bed with your face in the pillows, your usually perfect dress pants and button-up tossed carelessly on the floor.

he thought your little “good morning, sir!”s were cute, but turns out your moans for “more please, sir,” are cuter

“beg for it, kid”

#karma is mid #mid reply #csm #kishibe #kishibe x reader #kishibe csm #kishibe smut #kishibe headcanons #kishibe chainsaw man #i want that old man. NOW #it’s funny how much i say that same statement #also this was short im not really in writing headspace but i wanted to give the people some food!!!

[domiiomii]

After work...

#day one of trying not to think about fucking that old man: relapsed! #This is old but I still like it I would change a couple things tho #anyways #kishibe #kishibe csm #csm meowy #Chainsaw man #chainsawman manga #chainsaw man fanart #chainsawman fanart #I literally live lurking in the kishibe x reader tag we need more of that PLEASE I AM BEGGING AT THIS POINT! #im the cat btw :> #my stuff #power csm #aki #Aki Hayakawa #denji

[kishibeswh0re]

Kishibe's much softer and more gentle than some of y'all make him out to be

#yeah i said it #i love me a rough scarred older bf as much as the next guy #but the man's too old for this shit #give him a fucking break #kishibe #kishibe x reader

[denjirv]

Ok ok so platonic Kishibe and fiend fem reader (since you're a fiend you don't exactly know about personal space and human norms). Both of you are friends when he's young, and since this weird friendly human keeps on approaching you you can't help but warm up to him. However, you're a fiend with zero knowledge of human behavior and emotions so you show your actions by ✨physical affection✨. You try to research about human interaction, and you found out that humans hug their loved ones to show affection. So you just start hugging Kishibe and doing the same thing when he's an old man. Sometimes he's just doing his business and you just approach him, hug him, then continue minding your own business. You're kinda weird but wholesome in a way.

Kishibe nowadays has the usual reputation of being old and grumpy, not one for physical affection. But you're the exception so whenever you see him you hug him like it's nothing before moving on

Hey he might even give you a small pat on the back if he's feeling extra nice but it seems to put him in a better mood. Only with you though, last time Denji tried pulling that on him to make him go easier on him and Power during their training it failed miserably

Just seems like you only have that kind of power over him

#old man couldn't refuse a hug from a old time buddy #especially one who's been through a lot with him #He admires how charming you are despite circumstances of your line of work #then again you're a fiend soooo #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x y/n #kishibe x y/n #kishibe x reader #kishibe x you

[j-u-u-z-o]

I’ve been reading a lot of kishibe fics

He’s giving soulmate vibes and I wanna marry him 🫠❤️You guys write so good too!

#too old for me but he’s an exception lol #kishibe #chainsaw man #kishibe x reader #chainsaw man x reader

[ayyy-pee]

thinking about kishibe going down on you. your legs are spread wide while he kisses you. he's not even rough about it, surprisingly. he's so gentle, so caring. soft caresses along your side, featherlight kisses along your cheeks, back to your lips. and it's kind of fucking annoying the way he disregards how you're wanting him to manhandle you, toss you around, be a little mean like he always is. but kishibe does what he wants. because it annoys you. and he likes that. you hate his old ass.

even so, your panties aren't even off yet and they're soaked through.

he smells like cologne and bourbon and it only sends your senses into overdrive, has you writhing beneath him as his fingers coast along your skin. he breaks away from your lips to trail kisses down your jawline, your neck, chest, torso. until he finds his face settled between your legs. he places soft pecks to your plush thighs, sighs softly because he loves how you feel beneath his calloused palms when he squeezes the flesh.

you've had enough of his teasing. you want him to just get to it already. take your panties off and lick your clit until you can't see straight. but he takes his fucking time, still. he's kissing your thighs and you have half a mind to snap your legs shut on his head just to be petty. but then he presses his nose to the center of your wet panties and inhales your scent so deeply your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, your back is arching off the bed and kishibe? he can't stop the rough guttural groan rushing past his lips.

he sits up slightly, hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, murmurs a quick "fuck this" before he's yanking the garment off and tossing it aside. and then he finally gives you what he wants. he's licking and sucking and devouring you like he's a starving man, until you're nothing but a whining mess on his tongue.

you fucking hate love his old ass

#it's 1am and i can't stop thinking about this old man #kishibe call me #kishibe x reader #kishibe drabble #kishibe smut #csm kishibe drabble #kishibe brainrot #goodnight #old kishibe x reader

[shiganshinaslut]

18+||MINORS DNI

Hhngbh thinking about how badly I want to sit on Kishibe’s face and feel his big, rough hands grip my hips and hold me down while he has his fill :(

#posting more kishibe thirsts soon #I cant get him out of my head lately #I’m so h word about that old man #csm kishibe #kishibe x reader #kishibe smut #kishibe thirst #csm smut #csm thirst #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man thirst #chainsaw man

[daisynik7]

Cure for a Hangover

Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~3.9k

cw: next-door neighbor Kishibe, age gap (I’m thinking at least fifteen years, Kishibe pushing mid-forties, reader is in her late 20s/early 30s), alcohol consumption, p*rn no plot, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl), blowjob, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, pet names (sweetheart, angel, kiddo)

Summary: Kishibe is your mysterious, brooding, and significantly older next-door neighbor. You’ve lived beside him for a while now, only exchanging basic pleasantries out of politeness, never anything more. One night, he comes home drunk, or so he thinks. It’s not his door he’s slumped again; it’s yours.

Author’s Notes: It’s been a minute since I wrote for Kishibe and I really do miss it. This old man continues to do wonders to me, so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks! MDNI divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

Taglist: @batafuraikisu @neverlandlostchild @bloompompom @dprkento @a-listaire @man-knees @demonwoman (bc Kishibe using kiddo as a pet name is living in my head rent free thanks to you)

part 3 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

It’s not often that you’re met with a man slumped against your door, but here you are, staring down at your next-door neighbor, Kishibe, doing just that. 

It’s past two in the morning now, and you’ve just come back from your own night out with your friends. You’re not nearly as drunk as you were three hours ago, after pounding glasses of Chardonnay while watching cheesy romance movies at your best friend’s apartment. And you’re certainly not as inebriated as the man before you, who absolutely reeks of liquor, even from a small distance away. 

You inspect the scene thoroughly, unsure what to do in this scenario. Kishibe is basically a stranger to you. Sure, you’ve exchanged basic pleasantries here and there over that past year since you moved in. That’s as far as it goes. You have no idea what his profession is, though you have a solid guess as to what it could be, given his work attire and overall physique. While you’ve never run into one yourself, devils run rampart in Tokyo, hell-bent on causing chaos wherever they spawn. Kishibe looks like a Devil Hunter, whose job is to eliminate these monsters. It’s intriguing, that’s for sure, but you’ve never mustered the courage to ask him about it, leaving him to maintain his mysterious demeanor. 

However, right now, you don’t see a Devil Hunter in front of you. Instead, it’s a simple man who is very drunk and very much in your way.

Deciding to help him, because that’s the only choice you have if you want to get into your apartment, you kneel down to search his overcoat, patting the breast pocket for keys. When you find nothing, you move to his pants, retrieving only his phone. His eyes are closed and he’s snoring, blissfully unaware of your predicament in his drunken stupor. You take this time to study his face. He’s looks much older up close; not only that, he’s even more handsome than you originally thought. There’s a prominent scar running from his mouth to his jaw, surely an interesting story behind it. You’re tempted to trace it delicately with your finger, but you ultimately resist the urge, snapping out of it to investigate his phone for any clues. 

There are several missed calls and texts from a person named Kenji. You use the Face ID feature to unlock his phone, thanking the universe that even with his eyes shuts, it works. Not wanting to pry more than necessary, you check the most recent texts for the answer to your question: Where the hell are his keys?

Kenji: you left your keys at the bar, come back now. I’m closing up soon

Kenji: I’m not waiting for your ass

Kenji: I’m leaving, get them tomorrow

You read over the messages once more, groaning quietly to yourself at your dumb luck. Desperate now, you resort to the next logical step.

“Hey,” you say, tapping him lightly on the cheek, rousing him awake. “Kishibe.”

Slowly, but surely, he opens his eyes, half-lidded, struggling to focus on you. “Huh?” His breath is heavy with liquor, most likely whiskey. His voice is deep and gravelly, and you hate admitting that’s it’s almost sexy. Well, not almost. It is sexy. 

Letting the inappropriate thought fade, you say, “You’re at the wrong apartment. This is mine.”

He blinks three times, opening his eyes properly to stare at you, expression confused. “Am I dead?”

You bite your lip, holding back laughter. “No, you’re not.”

“Am I in heaven?”

You shake your head, repeating, “No, you’re not.”

“Then why is there any angel here with me?” He sounds sincere, and you can’t help but break out into a genuine smile. 

“I’m not an angel,” you reply, giggling. 

His lips curve into a cocky grin. “You sure? You look like one to me.” Cheeky bastard, hitting on you while he’s plastered. And look at you, finding it endearing when he does. 

Slightly more relaxed, you slide the phone into his breast pocket, standing up to unlock your door. You can’t just leave him out here all night, so you decide to let him stay with you until he’s sober enough to call a locksmith. You jiggle the keys, turning the knob to open the door, and suddenly, there’s a loud thud, and then a delayed, “Ow.” He’s laid flat in the middle of your doorway, hitting his head on the hardwood. You feel guilty, not having the foresight to see this coming. His body is much sturdier than you anticipated. 

You kneel down, apologizing. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

He winces, rubbing the back of his skull, then gives you a goofy smile. “I’ll be fine. Think I can get a kiss to make it feel better?”

You roll your eyes at him, once again unable to contain your laughter. “I’ll get you some ice. Let’s get you to the couch first, okay?”

Somehow, some way, whether it’s spurred by adrenaline or desperation to finally get some sleep in your own bed, you manage to haul him up by the armpits and drag him the short distance to your couch. You fluff a pillow and place it under his head, making it as comfortable as possible for him. “I’ll get the ice now.”

Before you can stand up, he grabs your wrist, gripping you tightly. “What about my kiss?”

“Nope. Not happening. I bet you don’t even know my name,” you challenge him.

He doesn’t respond, loosening his hold so you can get up. You fill a plastic bag with ice, returning to surround the back of his head with it. Eventually, he utters your name, eyes closed while he relaxes to your touch. He peeks at you with one eye open, waiting for you to confirm. 

You nod, grinning. “So, you do know my name.”

“Can I get my kiss now?” he teases, gazing at you.

You shake your head. “Definitely not. I will not take advantage of a drunk person, that’s fucked up.”

He sighs, exhaling deeply, broad chest rising and falling. “Yeah, you’re right. I knew you were a good girl.”

You try not to hang on to those words, especially the last two, already fluttering below your belly over it. Grabbing his hand to replace yours, you instruct him to keep it there while you return to the kitchen to pour him a large glass of water. Within the short amount of time you’re gone, he falls asleep, his hand barely holding onto to the ice pack. 

You smile to yourself, setting the glass of water down on the coffee table to continue attending to his minor injury. After a while, when you notice that there isn’t any bump or swelling developing, you stop icing him. He snores peacefully in a deep sleep, no sign of waking up anytime soon. As gingerly as you can, you remove his overcoat, draping it over the back of the couch. You set his phone next to the glass of water, for easy access. His tie looks tight around his collar, so you loosen it. Finally, you remove his shoes from his feet, laying them by the front door near your own pair. You’re certain he’ll wake up in the morning, feeling like shit, so you place a bottle of painkillers by his phone in case he needs them. 

It's past three now by the time you’re dressed down in your pajamas and snuggled in bed. You keep the door ajar, listening to Kishibe’s steady breathing in the living room, treating it like white noise to help you fall fast asleep. 

~~~

Kishibe wakes up with his head throbbing. He stares up at the ceiling, not recognizing it as his own. It doesn’t take long for him to realize that this isn’t his apartment. 

He turns, seeing his phone, a glass of water, and a bottle of painkillers on the coffee table arm’s reach of him. Slowly, he sits up, grimacing from the pain, downing all the water in three large gulps. He checks his phone, thankfully still on its last leg of battery. It’s almost eleven on a Saturday morning and he’s sure Kenji, his bartender friend, is already awake, preparing for the day. 

“Kenji,” he mutters, throat hoarse from last night’s festivities. 

His friend first berates him for forgetting his keys, then laughs when Kishibe explains that somehow, some way, he managed to fall asleep on someone else’s couch. He could have woken up in worst conditions, that’s for sure. 

Kenji agrees to stop by after running his errands, in about two hours or so. Beggars can’t be choosers, so Kishibe has no choice but to wait. When they’re phone conversation is over, he sinks back into the cushions, trying to piece everything together from just a few hours ago. He recalls snippets of it, and he grows increasingly embarrassed as the memories play vividly in his brain. He’s certain he called his neighbor an angel, and even more sure that he was begging her for a kiss. How shit-faced was he to compel him to do that? Obviously, very. How could he let his intrusive thoughts blurt out of his mouth like that?

Call it cliché or whatever, but yes, Kishibe is attracted his young, pretty neighbor next door. However, he’s held off on making a move because he doesn’t want to make things between them awkward. Once he crosses that line, their relationship gets more complicated. And the devil knows that Kishibe doesn’t do complicated. So, he’s content with gazing from afar, exchanging basic small talk with one another whenever they pass each other in the hallway. That’s as far as it’s gone with her, and that’s as far as it will go. 

Of course, that’s all fucked up now thanks to his drunken antics from last night. 

Before he can make his move, he hears a bedroom door creak open from behind him. She comes out, looking fresh out of the shower, dressed in skimpy pajama bottoms that are short enough to expose that tantalizing curve right below her ass. Surely, she’s doing this on purpose, right? She has to know how fucking sexy she looks right now, there’s no way she doesn’t. 

He clears his throat, preparing to explain himself right off the bat to avoid an awkward confrontation. But he’s rendered momentarily speechless when she flashes a bright smile at him. “Morning, Kishibe.”

He huffs out a short laugh. “Morning.”

She steps towards him, sitting at the opposite end of the couch by his feet. Her shorts ride up and he’s sure he can see the lacey outline of her panties. Or maybe it’s just his perverse imagination, who knows at this point. “How are you feeling?” she asks, genuinely concerned.

He grunts. “Like shit,” he answers. “But it could be worse.”

“That’s the spirit,” she teases, patting his knee. 

His head pounds from his hangover, though it’s his heartbeat that thumps loudly against his eardrums, aroused by her touch. He has got to control himself. Doing his best to distract her from the raging boner growing beneath his slacks, he asks, “What happened last night?”

She explains her account of the evening in detail, her voice soft and soothing, cautious of his current headache. She leaves out the parts where he embarrasses himself, which he’s grateful for, not wanting to relive the humiliation. When she’s done, she offers, “If you want, you can take a shower while you wait for your friend to arrive. I can get you some towels. I even have a toothbrush you can use.”

He raises a brow at her. “Are you trying to tell me I stink?”

“Do you need someone to tell you that you stink? I thought it was pretty obvious given the state you’re in,” she quips, matching his expression.

He laughs, genuinely amused by her response. “Yeah, can’t argue with that.”

She leads him into her bathroom, showing him how to work the knob for hot water, pointing out the shampoo, conditioner, and soap kept neatly on a corner shelf of her bathtub. She lingers for a bit while he starts the shower, then hands him a clean towel and new toothbrush. “Let me know if you need anything.” 

Surprisingly, he makes it through his shower without succumbing to the temptation to touch himself. As degenerate as he can be, he still has some sense of respect and pride in him, enough to resist masturbating in his neighbor’s shower. He does, however, give her shampoo and conditioner bottles an extra-long sniff.

He dries off, scrubbing his hair with the towel, cleaning behind his ears with cotton swabs, checking his piercings. Towel wrapped around his waist, he brushes his teeth, making sure to go the full two minutes, scrubbing his tongue after. He hasn’t made the best impression so far, so he figures he should try to change that now, if there’s still a chance. Feeling fresh and clean, he stares down at his clothes in a pile on the floor. Even from where he stands, he can smell them, almost like they’ve been diluted in liquor and musk. Without thinking, he steps out of the bathroom, calling out her name. “Got any clothes I could borrow?”

She’s in the kitchen when he comes out, leaning over the stove as she cooks something that smells wonderful. She turns to face him, staring wide-eyed as he stands almost naked in the middle of her living room. Her gaze drifts down his bare body, lingering on his sculpted abs, then at the towel wrapped precariously around his waist. She snaps out of it in time, saying, “I don’t. Sorry.”

“My clothes fucking stink and I don’t want to wear them right now. Mind if I just walk around like this?” 

“Sure. I mean, I don’t mind.” She focuses her attention back to the pan, continuing to cook what looks like scrambled eggs. 

He knows this is a bizarre request, though this day couldn’t get any more bizarre than it already is, can it?

~~~

You’re not exactly sure how to refuse Kishibe’s request to walk around half naked in your apartment, so instead, you agree to it, claiming that you don’t mind. In actuality, you mind very much, simply because you can’t help but fantasize about the delicious sight beneath the towel. One wrong move like a bump to the hip is all it takes to see that pesky cover fall down. Geez, when did you become such a pervert? And for an old man?!

Desperate for a distraction, you maintain focus on the eggs in front of you. While he was in the shower, you decided to start breakfast, something hearty to combat that hangover of his. Scrambled eggs, toast, and sausage, comforting foods to soak up the remaining alcohol left in his body. He makes his way towards you, scooting a chair out from the table to take a seat. He strategically maneuvers himself to not accidentally expose you, though you really don’t mind if he does. Again, perverted thoughts, shame on you!

Finished cooking, you scoop the eggs out onto his plate and the other meant for you. He thanks you, taking a whiff of his breakfast, a small smile on his face. “Smells good.”

You pass him another glass of liquid, this one filled with an electrolyte drink meant for hydration after a night of drinking. “Drink this. It’ll help with your hangover.”

He eyes it suspiciously, then takes a gulp without questioning it further. 

The two of you eat in a comfortable silence, ignoring the obvious tension hanging in the air. From your peripheral, you notice the glint of steel hooked to his ear lobe. Piercings, which you never noticed before. Sexy.

He ends up finishing his entire meal, popping a few painkillers to chase it all down. He even chugs the electrolyte drink, claiming it isn’t so bad. While you take the last few bites of your toast, he excuses himself to brush his teeth again. You’re surprised at how hygienic he is, considering how he appeared before you just mere hours ago, hunched against your front door covered in his own liquor-soaked sweat. You take the plates, stacking them in the sink to wash for later. How much longer is his friend going to take to arrive here? You’re getting nervous, thinking of other ways to fill this gap of time without making your attraction to him so obvious. 

You sit on the couch, turning the TV on to a random sitcom with the volume low, listening to the rush of water from the faucet inside the bathroom. When it stops, you try to find a comfortable position to sit in. It’s only now that you realize how short your pajama bottoms are; they ride all the way up your thighs and you can practically see your underwear through them. It’s too late to change when Kishibe returns, still clad in just a towel, taking a seat on the other side of the couch a safe distance beside you. It’s silent for a brief moment, neither of you knowing what to say in this odd situation. You shift nervously, tugging at the hem of your shorts. 

“Thank you,” he starts, avoiding your gaze, staring ahead at the television. “For taking care of me. Must have been annoying to deal with a drunken old man.”

You smile, relaxing. “It wasn’t so bad. Besides, I couldn’t just leave you out there like that. Someone could have taken advantage of you.”

“Like you almost did?” he smirks, facing you now.

Laughing, you meet his gaze. “You remember that?”

“I do.” He spreads his legs apart just barely, towel draped dangerously over his knee, almost ready to slip.

You swallow hard, avoiding a glance in that direction, heat surrounding your cheeks. “Well, I was a good girl, remember? I didn’t do anything.”

He hums, nodding slowly, eyes drilling into yours. “You were a very good girl.”

Your breath hitches and you find yourself gravitating towards him, scooting closer. He grins, the scar on his cheek curving with it, voice low and seductive. “You gonna be bad for me now?”

“Only if you want me to,” you purr, sliding your hand beneath the towel, up his thigh, arousal pooling between your legs. Fuck it. He wants it, you want it. There’s no denying it anymore. 

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath, pulling you in for a kiss. His mouth is cool and minty against yours, the remnants of toothpaste lingering in his spit. You slurp it up, hungry for any taste of him. He removes the towel from his waist, shrugging it to the floor, leaving him completely naked. You glance at his lap and bite back a moan, amazed at how fucking big he is, way too eager to have him inside you, desperate to be filled to the brim.

“Not bad for an old man, huh?” he chuckles, wrapping his fist around the shaft, stroking it.

“Not bad at all,” you smile, stripping out of your clothes hastily, kneeling between his legs with your mouth open.

He feeds you his cock, humming when you surround him in your wet heat, swallowing him to the hilt. One hand grips the back of your head, guiding you gently up and down his shaft. “You’re filthy, taking your neighbor’s cock like this. Who knew you’d be such a slut?” he mutters, caressing the side of your face with his other hand. “Touch yourself while I fuck this filthy mouth. Get that pretty pussy wet for me.”

You obey, spurred on by his vulgarity, reaching for your arousal, rubbing your throbbing clit with fast fingers. His cock hits the back of your throat and you guzzle him down to resist gagging, drool leaking from the sides of your lips. He moans, bucking his hips slightly, enraptured by you. With his thumb, he brushes away a tear welling at the corner of your eye, pulling out halfway. “Don’t hurt yourself, kiddo. It’s okay if I’m too much for you.”

You release him completely, moving down to his balls, nuzzling your nose to them. “I can take it, don’t worry.”

He clicks his teeth, beckoning you on the couch, almost like you’re being scolded for something you weren’t supposed to do. You roll your eyes, sitting beside him begrudgingly. He leans close to you, hot on your ear, one hand sliding between your legs while the other continues to stroke his dick. “I want to touch you too. That okay?”

You whine in response, tugging him in for a passionate kiss. He massages deep circles around your clit, fingers squelching from your slick gathering along your entrance. “I want a taste,” he growls, splitting apart your thighs, staring at your glistening cunt. 

You nod, sinking into the couch, relinquishing all control to him. You let your pleasured moans speak for you as he dives into your pussy, eating you out sloppily. His facial hair grazes against you with each careful stroke of his tongue and you ache to see his chin shiny with your cum. Eventually, he slips inside you, pumping two digits in and out, mouth still working your bud. Soon, it becomes too much and you’re gushing for him, whimpering his name with ragged breaths, soaking his face in your essence. 

He chuckles, the vibrations resonating to your clit, causing you to twitch with overstimulation. “That’s my girl, making such a mess for me.”

“Fuck me, Kishibe,” you breathe out, craving to be stuffed full of him. You’re reeling from your high, and if he’s not inside you soon, you’re sure you’ll go insane.

He hoists you up onto his lap, precum oozing from the tip of his dick. “How about you fuck me? Show me how much of a slut you are.”

Too fucked out to argue, you lift up on your knees, position him to your wet hole, sinking down slowly. He slides in easily, pussy sleek from your previous orgasm. It’s better than you imagined, every inch of him stimulating every inch of you. You savor it, rocking against him slowly. He kisses along on your neck, trailing to your nipples to suckle on them. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he moans, thrusting up into you to match your rhythm. “Take this cock however you like. It’s all yours.”

You bounce on him faster, whimpering into his mouth as you kiss him. He palms your ass cheeks, squeezing them in his firm grip, delivering a few loud smacks that echo off the walls of your living room, stinging your skin. “Fuck, I knew you were a good girl. Knew it the moment I met you,” he growls, pressing his thumb to your swollen clit. “Always wanted you like this.”

You kiss him harder at his confession, your chest swelling, pussy fluttering. You’re approaching another climax, teetering on the edge. As if he senses it, he tightens his hold on you, fucking into you faster, deeper. “Come for me, angel. Come on this cock.”

And you do, clenching him with your orgasm, making him mutter, “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming with you.” He shoots his load inside you, filling you up, just like you wanted. 

It takes a moment for the two of you to catch your breaths, relaxing into each other’s arms, exchanging soft kisses without speaking. You study his face again, similar to how you did just several hours before, when he was slumped against your door, drunk. You thought he was handsome then, even more so now. “How’s your hangover?” you ask, breaking the silence. 

He smiles, nuzzling his nose to yours. “Much better.”

#kishibe #kishibe x reader #kishibe csm #kishibe smut #kishibe chainsaw man #kishibe x you #csm kishibe #chainsaw man smut #csm smut #to all the boys who live next door #anthology series

[salaciousdoll]

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿ The Salacious Exploits ‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

You’re a girl who was brought into this world with riches. Many thought that you had it all but the act of abandonment done by your father says otherwise. Don’t get it misconstrued though, your father is still alive and in your life just doesn’t even glance your way even when you broke into the famous stadium near your house with your friends, leading to sending you away to boarding school. Boarding School was an experience. Getting through that obstacle only to end up at a nice 4 year University. Easy-peasy for you right? except two and a half years later you’re sent to Private College. You hated your mother for thinking what’s best for you but “The Kaizen of Maria” Private College was a risqu�� experience, way better than boarding school, am I right? Am I? See how you deal with being with the social classes you don’t usually be in. Hardships, flowing red and orange leaves hitting the ground in the opening season of fall, volleyball practices, majors, sexy instructors and classmates, and finally realization of issues.

Be apprised of the warnings before you read below: smut, heavy smut, plot build-up, angst, heavy angst at the end chapters and maybe beginning too, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, age gap, reader is in her early 20s( 21-23), tw.taboo, teacher/student relationships, reader could be considered hyper feminine and Bimbo/ditzy, very different and wrong depictions of boarding school( just for the plot), trauma( heavy and light), power dynamic relationships, sex with no relations on one side( yours), large age gaps so please be aware, written with black reader in mind but again everyone could read, volleyball player!reader, fashion major!reader, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, daddy issues are high here but this in no way to describe it in a sexual manner only( this also goes into depths of it), heavy drug use! But the reader is not doing it just watching + dark content!, threesomes, classroom fucking, under the desk, Pervert reader and some characters, size kink but not major, false!corruption kink, reader is very seductive without even doing anything, body fluids( squirting, creampies, cum on body), mention of the younger cast of each series( not everyone though), Fem!reader, the men and Hange are between the ages of (30-50, so exit out this series if you’re uncomfortable), some fluff here and there, a little self indulgent, small descriptions of body parts( cocks, pussy, hair, etc.), heavy body worship, oral( f & m receiving), mentions of alcohol/parties off campus, strict teachers( Nanami, Erwin, and Levi), toxic!relationships, unrequited love( male wise), modern!au, joint modern au, crossover au!

Characters: Erwin smith, Levi Ackerman, Onyankopon, Hange Zoe, Miche Zacharias, Gojo satoru, Geto suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Hiromi Higuruma, Keith shadis, Kishibe, Eren Kruger, Principal Yaga, Zeke Yeager, Atsuya Kukasabe, Grisha Yeager, Kenny Ackerman, and Choso Kamo

Wc: tba ( tie it up at the end of the series)

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: Thank you to Deja for the pictures/headers, I adore you so much for this because you did this for free and just for your own entertainment, I was so scared to ask you but we up!! 😭 read the warnings carefully everyone. As always, MDNI; 18+ only

Taglist

｡ﾟ•┈୨ CHAPTERS ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

i. The opening of Fall 9/19/23

ii. Friends? 10/1/23

iii. You can’t always get what you want 12/16/23

IV. I wouldn’t do a thing like that, that’s for sure! 1/16/24

V. Be my Daddy(1/24/24)

VI. Ridin’

VII. I put you down because I want you

VIII. Slut Pop

IX. Strawberry Pound Cake

X. Thee Five Star Bitch

XI. Cherry Cola

Xll. Ten men on my line tryna fuck me, your daddy’s the biggest spender

XIII. He calls me lavender

XIV. Just wanna have fun’

BONUS CHAPTERS

XV. Holding hands with an bad old man

XVI. Allure

XVII. Wanna know how red taste?

XVIII. Blood Rush Slut

XIX . Candy Necklaces

XX. French Restaurant

｡ﾟ•┈୨ SALACIOUS PLAYLIST ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

1. Boarding school- Lana Del Rey 2. Party Girls- Victoria Monet

3. Love Language- Sza 4. Open Arms- Sza ft Travis Scott

5. Mermaid Hotel-Lana Del Rey 6. Girl that got away- Lana Del Rey

7. Go Go Dancer- Lana del Rey 8. Off to the Races- Lana del Rey

9. I’m that girl- Beyoncé 10. Rocket- Beyoncé 11. You can be the boss- Lana del Rey

12. French restaurant- Lana del Rey 13. Fucked my way up to the top- Lana del Rey

14. Attention- doja cat 15. Daddy issues- The Neighborhood

16. Older- Isabel larosa 17. Naughty Girl-Beyoncé 18. Valley of the doll- Marina

19. What was I made for- Billie elilish 20. Baby doll- Mariah Carey

21. The roof- Mariah Carey 22. Body Electric- Lana del Rey

23. All Up In Your Mind- Beyoncé

Tagging: @chosoist @honeybleed @emomanswhore @simpingfor-wakasa @happygoluckyalexis @mastermindenoshimaalicia @angelshub and if anyone else wants to be tagged in future chapter, fill out the taglist form.

｡ﾟ•┈© all right reserved to salaciousdoll, she does not give permission to steal, plagiarize, and translate.

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[animeshotsh]

I saw Makima and Denji reader and I love both of them.

Can I request Kishibe reader.

Like somehow he died and come to hell and surprise some of sinner of his strings.

Then watch this anime for 2 years now I forgot a bit about them but I do remember him.

Being Kishibe its basically being a badass sinner!! I dont remember his demon contracts but had to do something with knifes at least.

Dam! | Various x Kishibe!Reader |

Warnings: HH Violence - Cursing - Blood - Mentions of Alcohol and Drugs - Smoking - Grammar Mistakes- AngelxHusk - Valentino gets his ass beated up (just a mention) - PLATONIC

Being woke up with a headache was normal for you, your diet was basically alcohol at this point in your life. Then again to live in this kind of work you had to have one adicction or two.

And your was alcohol.

However this did not felt like these headaches, no this felt more like a fatal one.

You cant remember how it had happen but you were for sure killed by a demon. And what did you get back after years of working to protect others ? Oh yeah, dying alone and also being woke up in the middle of what could have been the apocalypse with the red sky and screms.

Fucking fantastic

You noted move on the side and quickly draw out your knife trowing it at the whatever was making that noise. It was more a reflex you were suprised you still could use your old demons powers.

As you walked to see what you had catched you found a pink creature with one eyes and horns.

Wierd

"Hey....where its the nearest bar?"

You needed a drink.

~☆~☆~☆

"Hey! You wont believe this" Angel said to Husk once he enter the Hotel, the biggest smile on his face, something strange to see since everybody knew he had been having a hard time with Valentino.

"No, i cant see the future" Husk responded in a joking way preparing a drink for Angel.

"A sinner basically destroyed Valentino's bar...well one of them, not the point!! And He was there and this sinner just...basically just humillated him like it was nothing" Angel said his smile getting bigger and bigger as he told Husk. "And that sinner did this crazy move, like they kicked Valentino's face and then took their drink from the air!! It was pretty hot to see"

Husk stared back, wondering if Angel had too much alcohol or had used some new drugs but no, he seemed normal. However, a sinner just basically cleaned the floor with Valenino? He may not be the strongest however not anyone can take him down.

~☆~☆~☆

"I cant even have a drink at peace" you said now walking down the streets, others whispering about you then leaving quickly.

"Hello there friend!" A voice said making you see a deer demon? Well you could not care less and passed by him, ignoring him.

Alastor's eye twitched but he stayed calm turning towards you.

"You did put a show, you know? All the city its talking about you!"

"I dont care about that" you stated looking at the deer that kept smiling.

"Well, it centraly does catch the interest of some...dangerous fellas" at this you simplely rolled your eyes making Alastor want to take them out "But lucky you i know a place where no one would dare to go against you!"

"I dont need that"

"Oh trust me....you do"

~☆~☆~☆~

By telling you that you could stay for free and have food you accepted his offer not shaking his hand and just following him. Alastor noted how despiste your lay back self you were actually very wary of others.

He was so interested in you.

~☆~☆~☆

To Angel you were his new favoite person and hero. Not everybody would dare go against Valentino and most ended being intoxicated with his own drug. But you? Oh you were different.

Of course Angel followed you around like a lost puppy making Husk jealous, but later when Husk found out your drinking habit you both bonded over it.

~☆~☆~☆

Charlie was just happy to have another sinner at her hotel, you seemed cold and distant but she could still see that you cared.

Just days after being there she found her girlfriend and you training in combat together. Vaggie did struggle a lot to get an opening on you as you just defended yourself with a small knife.

"How can you-" Vaggie could not end her speech as your knife passed her defense and stopped just a few inches away from her good eye.

"Your left eye its your blind spot. You have a good defense but you still leave an opening there" you pointed out drinking a bit and letting Vaggie absord the information. "You also need to be quicker"

~☆~☆~☆

Once the older Overlords got the news they shared a laught. It was not a secret that they did not like the V's. So your fight and the lose from Valentino had made them take a liking towards you almost inmidiatly.

Alastor took you to one meeting and during all of it, it was them asking you about your powers and such. Of course you said little to almost nothing only staying back to ask Carmilla about her weapons and how you could get one.

"If you need someone to be killed and not be connected to you, thats my line of work"

And thats how you ended with some blades made of angelic power.

~☆~☆~☆

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #carmilla x reader #charlie x reader #vaggie x reader #angel dust x reader #husk x reader

[privitivium]

HIII i have a fic idea , maybe kishibe with a house(wife)husband reader? with some feminization 🤗 like some soft domestic stuff

genuinely love this idea,.. it is actually insane that there are barely any kishibe x male reader. disgraceful ngl,,, also working on an ask of kishibe hcs so thats on the way. ejehejkrjv,,,,,..... cw for v mild feminization, kishibe refers to reader as wife - fem terms, reader is amab. no mentions of makima ruining lives.

dom kishibe x sub househusband reader!

kishibe,,, married to a man? who would suspect such a thing!! a man of such ... simple likes. women, booze, and killing devils. genuinely, no one would ever think that he was in such a commited relationship with a younger man.. thinking such things of relationships and kishibe didn't exist-! thinking that he's a simple man, with no one to go home to...

he likes it that way. enjoying his quiet life he rather surprisingly submits himself to quite easily... it's just the effect you have on him... his ... younger little husband who was seemingly so infatuated with him. it's such a surprise that he could make such an old - refined man such as kishibe so flustered!! you deserve a reward... but he wasn't going to give you one.

and still, despite your circumstances of living with and married to a rather "dangerous" devil hunter so proudly... you were so happy - so absent-minded; you still managed to live lively as ever with a smile present on your face. he was ... almost envious. what have you got to be so happy about??? was it truly him? did he seriously make you that happy? ah, don't get all sappy..

ㅡah, yes, yes... quickly kicking them off and shuffling to follow you as you meander toward the kitchen where a lovely smell was emanating. coming home to his husband cooking a meal for him... just like those little 1950s housewives... he could never get used to it. merely admiring your frame, leaning on the doorway... before leaning in too close and hovering over you... taking care to notice the apron you were wearing. frilly... pink. a contrast to your frame.

being greeted by his doting husband at the door of your apartment after a hard day... always warms his heart. not that he outwardly shows it - as you take his things, and his coat... treating him with gentle care. something he didn't quite know he needed nor was worthy until someone like you came along... it's comforting.

knowing someone likes him - appreciates him so much. greeting him with a soft kiss and a gentle, joking scold of;; "careful with your shoes." unheedful to the taste of cigarettes and beer on his tongue - you didn't mind, he was a grown adult who could very well handle himself... but at times he did need help... which you were right there to provide it. he just,,, has a hard time accepting it. hnn...

yes you had a knack for liking feminine things... he couldn't help but tease you about it. "beautiful." he so affectionately dubs you, brushing his fingertips along your cheek. your cute little reactions when he calls you his wife. when he calls you his pretty girl as your walls clamp on his cock in bed - ah, and you turn away... bashful. trying to hide your face... sighing in solace as he leans toward you - hunching over and nuzzling his face into the crook of your face and you scrunch your shoulders; his scruff tickling your neck. humming softly... distress draining from his body from merely embracing you and inhaling your natural scent,,, hands grazing along the sides of your torso and dipping underneath your pants -

ㅡ "hmm..." grunting, all gruff and brooding as ever as he hunkers over behind his little h-husband.. wife... speaking of - "coming home to see my little wife all dolled up..." he hums, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as he roams his thick, huge hands over your hips affectionately, ever so slightly fiddling with the fabric band of your black lacy underwear you had put on just for him underneath,,,, beforehand... "this all for me?" he snaps it against your hip.

and you,, glancing back at him with a near bashful smile - "that's right... just for you. i know today must've been especially rough - relax for me, hmm?" and not so innocently pushing your hips back into his... humming softly in a soft yes, before turning back to your dishes you were preparing, letting the old man do whatever he wanted.,,, and he can't help but imagine,, those eyes, glazed over with tears as your mouth hollows around his prick so lovingly. so eager to please him - so eager to love him. hnn... leaning inward to kiss the crown of your head - a soft "my wife..." indistinctly leaving his lips as he admires you,,, so good to me, he finishes.

#csm =͟͟͞͞★ #x male reader #male reader #kishibe x male reader #csm kishibe x male reader #csm x male reader

[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 :)

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“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.

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