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ayyy-pee · 1 year
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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
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shaisuki · 7 months
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they're old but not that old. what is it when they're only a few years older than you but they still feel the years creeping up on them. they don't worry about that though when there's a soft, plump, young girl taking their cock like a champ.
"what's this?" he mused to himself while he watches you desperately matches the thrust of his hips. "can't get enough of this old man's cock? you're a young, pretty little thing but look at you..." chuckling to himself when you're pleading for him to bring you release. your sweet cunt clenching to him. "atta girl, impatient girls like you don't get to cum."
they like the tears gathering in your lashes when they deny you of release. it only spurs them more as you take their thick cock into your wet pussy.
"please...—make me cum" there's a hiccup followed by a sob as the tears starts to roll into your cheeks. rolling your hips to feel the veins in his cock to your spasming wall. desperate and confused why they won't let you cum. how could you understand what they're saying when your attention is how their cock stretched inside you and their bulbous tip is hitting your sensitive spot making you gush over their length.
“daddy, please” whining and begging to grant you of pleasure. “i'm a good girl, aren't i daddy? please make me cum. give me your babies”
that made their cock throb even more. twitches at how you beg to stuff you full of their cum. shit. they won't last long while you're so adorable in pleading.
“of course, baby. you're a good girl.” they praises you. holding your round cheeks in their huge palm while speeding up their thrusts. your body involuntarily jiggling and leaves you drooling in the corners of your mouth. too dumb and cock drunk to think anything than their cocks filling you up.
with a bruising kiss in your lips and a violent jerk of their hips. hot and creamy spurts of their cum fills you to the brim. painting your insides white and you're seeing white from the euphoria that you were given off. thick thighs trembling while their cum drips and runs to your inner thighs.
“geez, such a needy whore. i guess you need more of this cock, huh?”
“yes, daddy.”
TOJI, KISHIBE, ROMERO, KEISHIN, AIZAWA
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mncxbe · 1 month
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...
ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: age gap relationship, old men fantasizing about their younger colleagues, itty bitty smut, dilfs
Men who are reluctant to ask you out because they don't wanna come across as creeps. They know how unusual it is for a man their age to be interested in a younger woman, but they just can't help it. You're so pretty, cheerful and kind, their little ray of sunshine.
Men who know you're at their beck and call and always make the most of it– be it for asking you to bring them a coffee or simply helping them write a report. Anything just to hear you say "yes sir" in that sweet voice of yours.
Men who can't wait for your birthday so they can finally spoil you rotten with gifts, claiming that it's only natural for them to give you something since you're working so hard and doing such a good job. A little token of gratitude. They love watching you unpack your gift, feigning surprise when you tell them it was exactly the thing you wanted. They hit you with a "Oh really now? That's just wonderful. I'm glad to hear you like it" as if they haven't observed you carefully over the past few months and know everything you like and dislike.
Men who feel guilty when their pants tighten as they watch you bend over to pick something up from the floor. They can only imagine how wonderful you'd look bent over their desk with your panties moved to the side– your pretty cunt sucking them in so snuggly.
Men who think of you a bit too much when they're alone, who do their best not to touch themselves out of respect for you but still end up failing miserably. After a hard day at work the only thing that relaxes them is dirty thoughts of you. They always play it cool the next day at work, as if they haven't moaned your name as they came in their fists last night. and the night before that. and the night before that.
Men who eventually notice that you're also interested in them and feel like they're on cloud nine. All their dreams come true when you start giving them little hints– a lingering touch here, an invitation to a bar after work there– but they don't want to rush things. Nah, they take things slow and make sure you're aware of how much you mean to them before even dreaming of laying a finger on you.
Men who are the happiest they've been in years when, after a few weeks of taking you out on dates and treating you to dinner, finally spend the night with you. They make it all about you, really. For once, they set aside their own selfish desires and focus on giving you pleasure like you've never felt before, making use of the many years of experience they have.
Men who love it when you cum for them– it really gets them going. It's soul soothing: watching you melt into the mattress and babble out some sweet nonsense about how good they make you feel. They're so gentle and caring in bed because you're just too precious, but they will gladly spice things up if you want it. Trying out new positions? sure. Toys? on the table. Anything for their pretty darling as long as you keep calling them sir when they're deep inside you.
Men who're already looking for engagement rings less than a year into the relationship. You've got something good going on, so why not? It's not like they're getting any younger. They're more than willing to spend the rest of their life with you, if you want so too, and they aren't going to waste any time to put a ring on your finger.
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞, 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮, 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 (𝐣𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞)
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chrollohearttags · 11 months
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yeah, yeah. So we know about the men who’ll make you cry during sex and feel remorse for it but let’s talk about the ones who do it and don’t care. I’m talking about the ones who will see you with tears streaming down your face and taunt you for it. The straight bullies in bed..a man who will have you pinned down by your throat, fucking you relentlessly into the mattress. A hand on the banging headboard that occasionally lowers to slap your cheek, telling you to keep it open as he spits into your mouth. He clearly sees how distressed you are from being overstimulated. Thanks in part to both his deep thrusts that kiss the very edge of your cervix with each one and the whirring vibrator he so casually left humming against your clit. He doesn’t care if you scratch his back up, he’ll wear that shit like a badge of honor. If you swat at his abs, he’s only going to laugh and pin them to the bed and when you come, wailing and screaming from how intense it was, it’ll only amuse him. “Daddy, fuck..” “Look at you, crying like a fucking baby..what’s the matter, sweetheart? I thought you could handle it, but I guess not.” Even so, that doesn’t stop shit, he’s still going hard. Rutting his hips into you with rough strokes, causing a bulge in the pit of your tummy. He’s enjoying this far too much..watching you writhe and whimper, knowing that you’ll throw a fit if he pulls out right now. “Too fucking bad, baby. Give me one more. You’re a big girl, act like it..” he’s so sure of it in fact that he grasps the top of your head, tugging it down and forcing you to watch him. Your face is riddled with tears, your entire body is trembling and he’s still going. When you can’t stop, he decides to pacify you by finger fucking your jaws until you choke before smacking you yet again. “Yeah, keep crying..I don’t give a fuck..you beg me for this dick, you better be able to take it.” Practically impaling you on his throbbing cock; the bed rattling around amid the chaos. He always got so aggressive during sex and there was no end in sight for it. Even when you release a shrill cry, clawing at his muscular abs after soaking them in your juices, he’ll let out another maniacal cackle and continue digging you out until you nearly collapse underneath him.
“I love when you cry..gets me so fucking hard.”
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EREN, TOJI, taiju, aomine, ZEKE, kisaki, tsukishima, trafalgar law, kishibe, GRIMMJOW + anyone else you’d like to add
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xxsabitoxx · 1 year
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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
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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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blueparadis · 2 years
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kishibe exploring your virgin body, using a hitachi wand just because he thinks you look pretty, and those soft moans? music to his ears.
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“You doing alright, girl?”, Kishibe asked playing with the hem of your lacy panty.
“um-hmm”, you nod bashfully as you watch him taking your legs over his thighs. The fumes of cigarette cloud in front of his face as you adjust your lacy outfit. His stoic gaze scans you thoroughly making you conscious about your barely clad body. He has you laid on the bed with the flimsy lingerie that barely covers your modesty but rather pronounces your features. He turns on the Hitachi wand making you bite your lip as the vibrations echo in the room.
It is afternoon. The curtains are drawn in, the windows closed. The fan is noisier than usual while the ac is on. "Let me know if you want me to stop, alright?" Let him know. He must be kidding. You barely knew what he is gonna do with that bulbed rod thingy. Is he going to rub over your cunt? or is he going for the mouth.
Nervousness crept into your body thinking about all the possible scenarios your vanilla mind could permit. "Okay, Daddy!", you chimed to get rid of the bubbling tension. Kishibe lets out a throaty chuckle which is slightly reassuring given the silent atmosphere. He discards the cigarette on the nearby ashtray as he rasped, "hands above head, locked"
He puts the head of the Hitachi wand on your boobs, while his other hand roams over your tummy. He must admit he loves this of you. Gradually, he moves the Hitachi wand all over your body yet not over your vagina. His eyes lurk over you as you squirm underneath him, ankles curling yet you are so obedient to keep your hands above your head that it makes him wanna spoil you more, wanna explore you more.
He notices that your hands roam over your nape and your head rolling from side to side. You could feel your thighs getting closer but were unable to close since he was sitting in between in your legs using the wand on you. Goosebumps spread all over your skin as he holds the top of Hitachi wand near your lower belly almost grazing your feminity.
"I think you should touch yourself", he whispers pressing the vibrating device strongly against your cunt. Your tummy twitches from the sudden sensation, "Ya' know play with your boobs"
"play with …", you murmur as your palms ran across your chest. Kishibe skillfully keeps the device over your vagina while his arms extend to slip the straps of your bra enough to have your boobs at the display. He has always wondered if your nipples had the color of your lips, especially when you keep talking cheerfully.
"Yeah, touch yourself", he remarks. You hesitate for a bit but the moment you touch your boobs, a trail of moans escapes your mouth gasping for breath. You need not be told twice what to do.
"Beautiful", he chimes as he circles the head of the Hitachi wand over your pussy. Your arch in rolls of pleasure, moaning and panting irregularly. An upward crescent tugs up his lips as he notices you bucking up your hips, moving your pelvic up and down to control the sedimenting heat in your core.
"You are so wet.", he says just a moment before removing the panty aside and pushing forth the head of the Hitachi wand. You fail to hold down your scream, but his expression does not falter, the intensity of vibration does. It increases making you roll your eyes white. Your legs wrap around his torso as you pinch your nipples. The more he presses the device into your cunt, the greater the force of pinch.
"Yep, that's it.", Kishibe puts away the Hitachi wand watching your slick trickle down your inner pussy lips as you gasp heavily, your arms resting over your boobs. You look at him and then your eyes travel down to his crotch.
He got a boner just by watching you cum and that too using a device. You sit upright hoping he would kiss you but he denies it as you incline towards him. He cups your cheeks, lightly saying, "You're good but I could make you better.", placing a kiss on the crook of your neck.
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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞
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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝟏𝟖+ & 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 (𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞), 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐚𝐠𝐞.
ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ “ʟɪᴋᴇ” - “ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ” - “ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ” ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ(ꜱ) ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴅɴɪ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀɢᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴠɪꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏɢ. ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ 🚫.
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𝕄𝕠𝕤𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕌𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖:
How strong was Kishibe in his Prime? (2024-03-25)
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
Spending the Holidays with Kishibe 🎄✨ (🟢)
Kishibe’s Kinks (🔴)
Kishibe’s Favourite Age Group (🟠)
Is Kishibe the Jealous/Insecure Type? (🟠)
Dirty Talking with Kishibe (🔴)
Kishibe Fluff Headcanons (🟢)
Kishibe Domestic Headcanons (🟢)
Kishibe Relationship Arguments (🟠)
Kishibe & Lifelong Partner/F-Buddy (🔴)
Kishibe’s Childhood & Adolescence (🟠)
How Would Kishibe Bring You To Org*sm (🔴)
Stuck in the Elevator with Kishibe (🔴)
Kishibe & “Thicker” Women (🟠)
Would Kishibe Let You “Dom” Him (🔴)
Living with Kishibe: Domestic headcanons & Crack-canons (🟢)
Kishibe & “Daddy” (🟠)
Young!Kishibe’s Playful Tease (🔴)
Young!Kishibe’s Kinks (🔴)
One Night Stands vs Casual Arrangements (🟠)
Kishibe vs Mother-in-law Headcanon (🟢)
Would Kishibe Date a Fiend (🟠)
Kishibe & Yoshida’s Relationship (🟢) Part 1 & Part 2
How strong was Kishibe in his prime? (🟢)
𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬
Cheating on Aki with Kishibe (🔴)
Contentment (🟠)
𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬
Kishibe Training F*cking You (🔴)
Kishibe’s KittenFiend (🟢)
Kishibe Angst - Hospitalized S/O (🟢)
Kishibe & S/O Discussing About the Future (🟠)
Quanxi x Kishibe x Reader 3some (🔴)
No Mercy (🔴)
𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬
ISSHO NI🤝 Series
𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐔𝐩𝐬 💌 (🔴)
𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛
𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧)
𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐀𝐔 🏮
‼️ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭‼️
MiddleAge!Kishibe’s Desperate Frenzy (🔴)
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𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡
𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰: @/𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘢 & @/𝘢𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯-𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨
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dinneronvenus · 4 months
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These two men fuck the same.
They put all of their secret emotions on display in the bedroom. Let me explain.
It’s always a varied ratio of romantic and rough. The way he kisses you for half an hour until you’re begging him to touch you. His tongue has mapped out your entire mouth before it moves to your neck. You’re cross eyed with lust for him. He can’t get you naked fast enough, and often he doesn’t remove too much of his own clothing because all his focus is on you and your beautiful body. He wants to see you, needs to see you. Warm rough hands roam every inch and caress every curve until you snap and tell him to put his fingers inside you. He lets a chuckle slip out as he obliges you, rough fingers stretching you out pleasantly. He finger fucks you for a while, enjoying the sounds you and your pussy make. He pulls his fingers out occasionally to taste you and tease himself because he’s addicted to your taste. He’d never admit it verbally but it’s clear as day. He finally snaps and starts eating you out, completely ignoring your pleas of it being too sensitive. He wants you to cum until you’re brainless and can only paw at him while muttering nonsense. To see you come undone is his idea of heaven. When he finally relieves you of your emptiness and gives you his dick, it’s a slow stroke that makes you hyper aware of how big he is, you can feel every single aspect of the stretch and the throbbing of his swollen cock inside you. He always grips your jaw and makes you focus, tells you to look at him or if you’re in a position to do so, tells you “watch me stretch out that pretty pussy” and notices how you hesitate before you do as you’re told. That split second of your good nature coming through drives him mad, because he knows he doesn’t deserve to touch something so pure and perfect but he is—you’re letting him feel every part of you and he is going to make sure you never forget it.
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nkogneatho · 1 year
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"𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇?"– 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐄
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—cw: fem!reader, lap grinding, nipple pinching, kishibe wearing boxers, don't come at me, not proofread.
—wc: 500 smtg
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#masterlist #ko-fi #taglist
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Kishibe always sticks to his schedule. He takes his work seriously. I mean why wouldn't he? It's the matter of humans and devils co-existing in this mess of a world. Work is important, but it is not his priority. It's you.
He's been working too late on some secret project. It probably has something to do with Makima. Although, he is so secretive about it. You didn't want to bother him. But what about this sudden heat in your stomach? What about the pool between your legs? Needy days make you so horny that you find the most basic things hot. So basic because why are you biting your lips at him typing on his laptop?
Kishibe had grey t-shirt on, with the only two buttons on the top undone and black boxers (yes the old man wears boxers). You walked up to him. Your eyes just stared at him. He was confused but it all went away when he saw the wetness drooling down your legs through your shorts.
"Come. Sit here, sweetheart." He pat his right lap, ordering you to sit and you did. "You know I will never neglect you right?" You looked away and blushed. That's right. He never dismisses you.
"I was just— I just didn't want to bother you."
"That is stupid. You will never bother me." He smiled. Wait. But something changed. It's the look in his eyes. They went from soft to "I will take my time with you." Kishibe is not expressive but you've been with him for too long to not able to read his eyes.
"Now..." he got close to your left ear, "shall we have fun?" Shivers crawled your spine. In a good way. In an exciting way.
You started slowly grinding on his lap, your clothed pussy gushing out juices and lacing his skin them. God, did he like way you moved on him. All of a sudden, your eyes darted to his left hand, only to find he was on call with his colleague.
"Kishi—"
"Don't worry it'a on mute," his hand moved to your breasts and started fondling them. "Until now. Yes, Yuki. Sorry about that. Where were we?" And that's what that smile earlier was about. He knew. He knew that you were too needy to stop halfway so he might as well get some fun out of it. He is such an asshole. You would think his brain should start shutting off as his age goes up but it's quite the opposite. This man gets sharper day by day.
You tried. You tried to keep your mouth shut but your approaching orgasmed made that impossible. "Ah. Mhm...ah fuck—AH!" He pinched your nipples and glared at you to shut up. "Hold on Yuki. I guess there's a cat entering theough the window," he pressed the hold button.
"Alright, baby." He looked at your furrowed brows. "If you cum with your mouth shut, I will give you my cock to ride for the whole day. Can you do that?" You nodded. Of course, you wanted him. So fucking bad that the moment he paused the call, your hips moved faster. All you could think about was having his cock inside you for the whole day.
Your fingers gripped his t-shirt, your eyes shut and you came so hard that he could feel your cum trailing down his thighs. You rested your head on his shoulder and he ran his fingers through your hair. When you sat back to look at him with doe eyes, all he could think of was how you were such a good girl for him.
"Uhm I am sorry Yuki but I think I need to go. The needy cat has made a mess," he ended the call, and immediately got up with you in his arms and placed you on the bed. He discarded his boxers on the floor, and started stroking his semi-hardened dick. "Go ahead. It's all yours, my love"
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Taglist: @azanthys @romiyaro @denji-star @bbytamaki @eijirhoe @yuutakittie @aizumie
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Kishibe HC
- Older Kishibe who drags your drunk ass home after a date turned out terribly and you stay at the bar until close, drinking away your sorrows
- Older Kishibe who really doesn’t understand how a pretty thing like you wants anything to do with him, 20+ years your senior
- Older Kishibe who finally starts to understand, when he realizes just how low your confidence is and how someone giving you genuine attention and affection must be a breath of fresh air
- Older Kishibe who nearly puts a hole in the wall when you tell him that none of your previous partners ever went down on you, and then proceeds to all but drag you down to sit on his face because who wouldn’t want to absolutely devour you.
- Older Kishibe who, yet again, plots homicide in the back of his mind when you admit that none of your partners would kiss you after you’d given them head because they thought it was ‘filthy’, and then proceeds to kiss you until you can’t breathe the next time you decide to give it to him
- Older Kishibe who isn’t much for open displays of affection, but makes it very clear that you’re his and that no one else had better bother you, or get too close
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heich0e · 1 year
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the edges of the photograph have curled over the years, and you have to press them down with the tips of your fingers so that you can really look at it.
it's grainy and overexposed, the colours saturated in the way that early colour film cameras tended to be. it loans the image a feeling of nostalgia, even if it's for an era well before your own lifetime.
the figure in the centre of the photo smiles up at you, frozen in time--a fine young man, no more than 19 or 20--and it makes your heart pang treacherously under the cover of your ribs.
"like what you see, kid?"
you shut the photo album when kishibe poses the question, realizing you've been caught in the act. you rest your hands against the nicotine stained cover.
"no," you say after a moment, though perhaps you should say nothing. "i don't like seeing photos of you when you were young."
you make the admission quietly, like you almost don't want him to hear it at all. he huffs a little in response, like he doesn't believe you.
"make you feel bad you missed out on me in my golden years and instead got stuck with an old man?"
you bite down hard on your lip, your nails raking bluntly over the peeling, yellowed vinyl of the photo album's cover. a piece of the cracking material lifts under the pressure.
finally, you glance back at him over your shoulder. kishibe is sitting in the chair he favours by the window. he says he likes it for the view, but you know it's because he hopes being closer to the window will keep at least some of the chemicals in his cigarette smoke away from you.
his dark eyes, lined at the corners and shadowed beneath the sockets, are on you; tired (as usual) but patiently waiting for your reply.
"no," you repeat your earlier comment, the first to look away as you turn your attention back to the half-empty album in your hands. you wonder what photos used to be affixed to the pages where now only phantom discolouration and remnants of adhesive remain. "it's because you used to look happy."
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ayyy-pee · 1 year
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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.
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yril-writes · 9 months
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— PARTNERS
synopsis ; years have passed and you mysteriously came back from the dead, and from the moment you've been revived only one goal in mind came to you and that is to see your partner.
scenario ; you've made a contract with a devil to bring you back, but this is not meant to go on forever. Until you achieved your goal you live, that is why you came looking for them causing havoc to an extent even.
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type ; drabble
include/s ; kishibe
pairing/s ; kishibe x gn! reader
genre ; angst and a mountain filled with sad corn
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"Who would've thought I'd see you like this again." that same familiar voice tone, made you look back only to see a not so familiar face. He looked older and by the looks of it the man standing behind you had these empty eyes, smoking cigarettes like there's no tomorrow, he shrugs and takes a step closer to you. "You, have I met you somewhere?" he raises your chin to take a good look, to the left and to the right then he sees something familiar with a birth mark, shaped almost like a flower. He racks his brain, trying so hard to remember who is this human nor devil in front of him. But you didn't speak, too speechless to even say a word, now that you had a closer look at him as well you knew him by his scent and by those pesky cigarettes of him. (Kishibe, it's been a long time...I'm sorry I had to erase your memories back then.) Kishibe doesn't remember a thing, he doesn't remember his first partner before Quanxi came along, it's because that partner of his died the first week in the job. And the catch is that, ever since then he doesn't remember even having a partner or the small tiny moments they had, just like a bubble, popped and disappeared into thin air. And that bubble was you. You made a contract with the Dream Devil, and for the last time you implanted that the day you died is nothing but just a mere dream for him, so that he could forget. (Kishibe, it's really good to see you again like this...) giving a smile, Kishibe furrowed his eyebrows perplexed as to why this shadow figure in front of him seemed familiar a while ago and then turned into this. "A fiend. Why did you seem familiar to me? Do you perhaps know me?"taking a stance, he grabs a knife from his coat and points it towards you. "You may not know me but I know you, nothing about me seems interesting at all. But you, you are interesting, Kishibe.) covering more of yourself with the shadows of darkness the more you feel alive and strong, but of course you expected to be killed by this. Before you could've explained something you were slain without hesitations. On your last breath you removed the curse from Kishibe, it took a toll on him to remember it all, but he does now. And even more, because he had slain you. Cemetery, yes, the place where he mostly goes. Now looking down at the grave, he remembered why he would always stand on this peculiar grave he knew nothing of, it was because this was the grave of his first partner that had died. You didn't want to burden him, you didn't want to blame himself to what had happened to you, so your last resort was to make him forget and it did work. He forgot. "You, you are a complete fool. When you became my partner I told you not to break easily, and within a week you died. And the worst thing is for you to be cursing me for years now, I underestimated you. You are strong even the dead couldn't stop the curse...did you only come back to lift this stupid curse, from an old man? If so, thank you..." leaving a bouquet of flowers on the grave stone, he walks like the wind swiftly away from the grave. "I see you now..." he utters as the wind carries away those words to the horizon.
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a/n ; thinking of making more chainsaw man fanfictions in the future, I've been obsessed with csm and have these cool ideas to put together with!
taglist ; @sammushy @ryuuudesuwa @gcj-doesart @jasugoi
masterlist ; more stories here!
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mncxbe · 14 days
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...
ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: nsfw, age gap implied, subby men~ they cry a bit, overstimulation, wish that was me
Men who live for those few hours between work and sleep that they get to spend with you. Their job is awfully stressful– just problems after problems and incompetent underlings they need to deal with every day. There's too much responsibility, too much pressure and weight on their shoulders, but you're always there to take it away.
Men who don't even bother with pleasantries before loosening their tie and grumbling about how tiring work is. When they slump on the cushy mattress in your bedroom you're right beside them, helping them take off their clothes while you listen to them vent about their day. "Don't worry, dear, I got you" you reassure them in that soothing voice of yours and they can already feel their frustrations melting away.
Men who let you take the lead, willingly submitting to you because they're so tired of always having to be in charge and ordering people around. It's a nice change of pace– them laying limp between the crisp sheets while you rock your hips against theirs, their cock nestled deep inside your sweet cunt. In moments like these, they finally allow themselves to slip off the mask they're forced to wear every day and just be.
Men whose minds go blank when you praise them for their work. Just knowing that you appreciate and value what they do, that you acknowledge their worries makes the knot in the pit of their stomach thighten. It doesn't take long for them to grip your hips and squirm under your weight, their breath coming out quicker, shallower as gruff moans fall from their lips. When they cum their whole body tenses up, milky white seed spilling deep inside you. "You're so good for me tonight, darling. Think you can take more?" you ask and of course they can. They're good for you, always.
Men who lose all their composure after you coax a few more orgasms out of them. They can barely keep their gaze locked on yours from that sweet mixture of pleasure of pain making their head spin– it hurts, they feel like they can't physically take it anymore, but they don't have the heart to stop you. After all, this is their only escape from those straining jobs and duties and if relishing this sheer bliss meant being so vulnerable and completely at your mercy they'd gladly do it.
Men who don't bother to hide the pretty tears brimming at the corner of their eyes and choke on heavy sobs as you keep riding them. "Poor you..." you coo, brushing away the tears with your fingertips, your touch soft as silk against their rougher skin "You really needed this didn't you darling?" They nod eagerly, hissing sharply when you start bouncing on their cock again– they can feel each drag of your gummy walls against his cock and it's driving them crazy. Frankly, the fact that they're still hard after cumming so many times is a miracle, but you seem adamant to get another orgasm out of them. "Come on, you can do it just one more. Wanna make sure you really fill me up this time, ok?" you urge nonchalantly as if his lap wasn't already covered in sticky cum and slick.
Men who cry out praises and thank yous as they reach their high for the nth time that night, their back slightly arching off the bed before melting back into the mattress. They peer at you through droopy eyes, their grip on your thighs or waist loosening as you lay on their chest with their cock still sheathed inside you. Their heart flutters when you kiss their face oh so softly and lovingly, they feel so warm and welcomed in your embrace and swear they could fall asleep like this every night. But hey, they actually can and do, because you're always there for them, ready to soak them in your love.
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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺: 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢, 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚, 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠)
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porkburger · 1 year
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unrequited debauchery
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kishibe x male reader | drabble, pwp, dry humping w clothes, healed scar licking, ooga booga
minors dni lol
its 11pm and im rushin this LETS GOOO
creak, creak—the couch groaned along with you two.
it's cute watching him. kishibe frantically rutting against your, fully clothed, dick like his life depended on it—his head buried in your shoulder to avoid looking at your eyes. the sweat droplets and greasy hair sticking to your skin couldn't make you help but giggle.
kishibe didn't share the same sentiment.
you smiled. "don't put your heart out now, old man," you said, grasping at his ass. "i still want to get off."
kishibe muttered something incoherent, using more energy to hump your body into the couch as much as possible. but you could make out a swear or two there.
the couch was shaking so hard, you could hear its legs giving out with him.
"'m gonna—" kishibe groans, his voice waving in pitch. he grabbed the side of your head and pressed his nose against it. in the midst of him humping your strained cock, you ran your tongue along his healed stitches at the end of his lips.
creak. creak. the couch legs stop with you two.
that's all he needed. what really got him going. a lick of the past, that sensation made him feel wonders. with his eyes clamped tight, he came. thrusting once, twice, three more times until he finished with a gruff huff, hot cigarette breath hitting your cheek. and he dropped all his weight over you. pathetic as usual; he didn't even make an effort for you, but you don't expect anything different. that's why he chose you. none of that prissy. the only thing you need to do is care for your old man.
you can easily feel it; his seed stiring in his crotch and down his leg.
and he'll care for you, with much less effort than you give—effort you have to make—but it's expected. you fully wrapped your arns around him him. he muttered something—not incoherent; you just don't care. and you rutted against his thigh until you came, and you felt come running down your leg.
you two lay there, heaving heavy with your pants soiled.
"i need a cigarette," kishibe said.
"and i'll probably need a new couch. looks like we both need something."
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kentofication · 1 year
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🔍︎ — kishibe ✰ fem!reader
♯ — you and kishibe decide to go look for a furry companion.
∎ — 0.7k ✰ fluff
ⅲ — uhhhhhh, meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow. happy new year (eve) for some of yall.
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the faint scent of whiskey, extinguished cigarettes, and kishibe’s scent lingered in your shared bed. he had disappeared unnoticed once again, and once again he had fixed you breakfast to go along with your day. 
of course, his devil hunting job was overwhelming for him—and yourself because of his lack of presence—but he would always find a way to make you feel at home. 
you started to feel a growth in your heart whenever kishibe is not around. a horrible growth, a growth that kept getting worse and worse the more hours he was away from you. you clenched your fork as you continued to eat your breakfast, unbeknownst to you that he had arrived early. 
kishibe would usually spend his late nights drinking out with his comrades after a job well done—or just to relieve some of the stress he had recently encountered. seeing him in front of the apartment door lit up your eyes to the point where you thought you were in a mere fairy tale. 
“you’re home early.” you said, as you walked closer to kishibe, inhaling his deep musky scent of alcohol and the scent of a devil’s blood. he let out a deep ‘yeah’ as he embraced your warm embrace. 
in this moment, it was like neither of you wanted to let go of each other. in this moment, the moment that was rare for the both of you, you two had fully acknowledged each other’s presence. 
“sorry,” kishibe started, rubbing your back with his unoccupied hand that wasn’t stuffed in his coat pocket. you peered up at him, still nudging your head further into his chest, embracing the warmth that he had to offer. “sorry?” you questioned, still looking at his tiring eyes. 
“sorry for not being here . . . with you.” you pouted and averted your eyes away from him. “it’s lonely without you, y’know?” he mumbled an ‘mhm’ in response, resting his head on top of yours. “i can try to fix that loneliness.” kishibe muttered, reaching inside of his coat. 
you backed away from him to see what he was trying to present to you. he pulled out an index shaped card and flipped it to show the contents. “adoption?” you questioned, thoroughly examining the card. 
“there’s a little adoption center up the street,” he began. “i thought you might want a little companion while i’m gone for long periods of time.” your eyes began to fade into a pit of darkness. you didn’t want a replacement for him while kishibe’s gone. you wanted him in general. but, you know he’s just trying to help you the best way he can. so you had to accept his offer. 
“okay,” you said. “just know that i love you, okay?” kishibe mumbled, “i love you too.” before kissing you on your cheek—the scar on his left cheek briefly brushing against your own. 
the smell of the adoption center was very overwhelming. smells of fur and saliva overturned the cogs in your brain. kishibe chuckled at your little attempts to briefly fan the smell away as he handed you a handkerchief to cover your nose with. 
as the smell died down, you two finally examined all the want-to-be-adopted animals in the shelter. it ranged from cats to dogs to iguanas to snakes to bearded dragons. you two explored the endless categories of animals until you landed on one particular species. 
“i like that one.” kishibe said, pointing to the tuxedo cat that was peacefully sleeping in the cat house. “me too, but i also like that one.” you stated, pointing at the calico cat that had orange, white, and brown fur. you two stayed in the cat section until you finally picked the tuxedo cat to come home with the both of you. 
you decided to drive home because kishibe was heavily intoxicated because of his secret stash of whiskey hidden beyond his coat. you smiled as the tuxedo cat nuzzled closer to kishibe and started making biscuits on his perfectly black coat. he groaned when his claws went too far into the fabric, slightly puncturing his skin, but he didn’t mind. after all, kishibe loved cats. and so did you. 
“well,” kishibe groaned. “you have a little companion to keep you company now.” he slurred. “y’happy?” 
you fixated your eyes on the road, “i was already happy when you came into my life, kishibe.” kishibe smiled, the scar on his cheek tugging up along with his grin. “love you so much.” he said, before drifting off to sleep. “love you too, kishibe. i always will.”  
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