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domiiomii · 1 year
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If denji and power were better at hunting master kishibe …
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daisynik7 · 5 months
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Cure for a Hangover
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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
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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. 
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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?
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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.”
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sugurizz · 1 year
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𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑-𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏
(SMUT/NSFW +18 - Minors DNI)
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𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭: Kishibe x f!reader
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: As the main secretary of the tokyo public safety headquarters, you couldn't help but notice Kishibe. the strongest devil hunter of the 1st special division. and the man that soon had you crushing hard on him. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: age gap (Kishibe is 50+, reader is in her 20s or older), kishibe smoking and drinking, degradation (slut etc), slight violence (slapping etc) , breast sucking, Dom/sub dynamics, Master/Daddy Kink.
𝐰𝐜: 1,2k.
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He’s probabely in his 50’s…
you thought to yourself as he walked through the main portals of the public safety headquarters.
You’re undeniably hardworking, reliable and good at what you do. or at least good enough to be the head secretary of tokyo‘s public safety branch. Mrs. Makima herself was the one to recommend you to the superiors and then hire you as her personal secretary the in your early years at the institution, and you started progressively earning her trust and respect since.
most of your job consisted of taking care of paperwork, archive sorting and verifying most devil hunters‘ divisions reports, so you weren’t usually in a direct contact with the divisions‘ members. But that didn’t stop you from noticing the 6“4 frame that made appearance at several occasions over the two years of you working there.
You did hear the rumors about him being a ruthless maniac, a pussy pleaser and a enchanting seducer. But he managed to hide it well under his unphased expression and dark gaze. At least to those who didn’t know him.
„is makima at the office?“
a husky, yet warm voice snapped you out of your train of thoughts, as his intimidating silhouette made its way towards you.
„good evening, Mrs Makima left the building around half an hour ago. So I believe she’s done for the day.“
„tch“ He groaned, a slight frustration translated through his gestures. „charging me with all her crappy tasks .“
„I’m sorry for the inconvenience sir.“
„Master.“
You raised your eyes towards him, a little confused at first, looking for a slight explanation. But then it hit you.
„my bad. I apologize for the incovenience. Master.“
an unspoken yet heavy tension floated around as soon as the honorific left your your lips. And you hoped that the heat in your cheeks didn’t become obvious to the sight.
„ya ought to call it a day as well. It’s getting darker outside and there isn’t much protection around the area…“ he advised, flashing a silver flask out of his dark coat.
„thank you for your concern master, but I’ll have to finish all the reports by the end of today‘s shift.“ You said as you kept sorting the documents on the wall-sized bookshelf behind you.
He took a few gulps of what you assumed to be mostly alcohol,  as he seated himself on the armchair across from your office.
„you normal civilians take it as a joke. with that fragile body of yours, wouldn’t take a devil more than a minute to take ya down.“ He lighted a cigarette , eyeing the way your body moved before him.
„I myself would take you down in seconds…„ he added in an almost inaudible tone,  yet it managed to reach your ears. heart bumping out of nowhere, you quickly turned your back to him, trying to calm your sudden nervousness in the few instants that he couldn’t see your face.
The way he made a mess out of you with a few words, while wearing the most stoic of expressions on his face is insane.
„come to think of it. Aki told me that he left a report for me two days ago.did he hand it to you?„
 „y-yes he did. I’ll provide you with it in just a second.“ You stared at the shelves for a brief moment, trying to recall exactly where you placed it. „shit“ you scolded yourself. You placed it too high while you were trying to arrange last weeks‘ documents.
„great. now I’ll have to struggle to get it.„
Standing on your toes wasn’t exactly the most briliant idea you had. As you heard a light chuckle behind you, a few steps approached from you, before you got utterly towered over by him.  
Your heart sunk. His scent is intoxicating. the mix of a strong masculine cologne with the hint of alcohol and a distinguishable cigarette odor overwhelmed your senses.
„tiny.“ He whispered as his hand effortlessely landed on the folder.
You couldn’t move for a good minute. His dark eyes darted down at you in an almost pitiful look..
 „what are ya acting so flustered for?“
„nothing. it's  just that ... you’re a little … intimidating. Master.“
„is that so ?“ two fingers lifted your chin. His gaze dead focused on your lips.
„I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean it in a-„
„shut up“ he cut you off  „Your screws will pop if you don’t loosen ‘em a bit…“ his grip fully caged your cheeks. „give it a break.“
His face came closer to yours. His lips felt rough yet so delicious. You couldn’t possibly deny how addictive it was to make out with him. he had you caged between his strong arms, your tongue wrapping around his in the nastiest way. his bitter aroma of alcohol and smoke suddenly melted like an elixir down your throat. you felt like passing out as he whispered right in your ear
„take yer bra off...“
Your hands shaked of pure frustration while you undid your shirt‘s buttons. he wasn't even about to wait for it, plunging his face in the heat of your neck.
„oh master..“ you called for him in a loud sigh. His warm tongue licked over your earlobe before you felt the motion of his lips.
„ call me again.“ the hoarse tone in his voice struck right through your core. you felt so vulnerable as your bare chest was on display before his eyes.
His hand flashed behind your back in a quick gesture, undoing your bra. „oh god, hngh.." the tiny whines of embarassment emmited from you „ what if someone…“
He backed off a few inches from you, a little grin gracing the scar on his cheek „ they’ll see me sucking on your breasts. I don’t mind… “ he brushed it off nonchalantely as he slowly took the garment off your chest, eyes glued on your slightly pebbled nipples, „ ... and if they do, I’ll make sure to crush their skulls.“
You looked at him with doe eyes, only for him to tackle your breasts like a hungry beast. His loud groans and sloppy licks filled the room in obscene sounds, though it was heaven to your ears.
Your hand wandered through his trimmed lower haircut, caressing his neck and shifting to stroke his slightly bearded jawline.
„you’re such a damn pervert. Master.“
You couldn’t believe what you just iterated. You probabely never said this to anyone before. But it felt so good to say it right to his face.
It didn’t cost him more than a slap to put you back into your place though. You knew he tried his best to make it as harmless as he could. So that he wouldn’t accidentally break one of your bones.
„then why would a flower-like lady as yourself agree to have an old bastard take her ass right here, right now ?“
„I like you. Kishibe.“
A brief silence weighed around. You certainly wouldn’t expect any kind of obvious reaction nor emotion from the stone cold man that he was.
„you’re nothing but a young brat. Don’t get yourself into that love stuff.“
„I’m not a brat! you’re the old geezer!“
„you watch that little mouth or else I’ll teach you how to.“ He harshly gripped your jaw, pressing his large fingers on either sides of your face. His breath fanned over your nose, sending mini shivers down your spine.
„open, slut.“
He spat right on your lolled out tongue. and you knew you had to swallow all what he gave you, judging by the way his rough hand squeezed on your poor cheeks.
„I’ll break your little heart. I may die any day…“  
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PART 2 - coming up.
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unluckiestmember · 1 year
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Makima x Innocent! Reader
Characters: Makima, Kishibe (Mentioned)
Tags: Fluff, Developing/Established Relationship, Soft! Makima, dogs, worrying, Kishibe being Kishibe, denial of feelings and misunderstandings.
Warnings: Spoiler Warning for the International Assassins Arc and the Gun Devil Arc. SFW.
A/N: Soft Makima = Best Makima?
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Makima is a controller. For her it is either her way or no way. And if you dare to defy her, she will be the last thing you ever see. 
She treats everyone like they are her dogs, toys and pawns in a larger game to win…
But not you. No, she treats you like an angel.
After missions and days at work, she will take you out to relax. No ifs ands or buts.
Gives you the best massages.
Isn't a fan of PDA. But if she feels threatened, she will grab you and show everyone who you belong to.
She won't force anything onto you unless important. She knows how timid you can be when making decisions.
She has no problem explaining to you her missions and tactics, though she will sugar coat some moments for your "safety".
Her dogs love you. They literally run in your direction when you go to Makima's home and just jump on you.
Yes, Makima is a little jealous of it.
Watches any movie you want to watch, good or bad.
If it's a horror movie, she'll hold your hand the entire time. And if there's a jumpscare, she'll hold you when you jump.
Loves when you get easily flustered but wont show it.
She'll literally stare at you with a small smile and quietly be in delight at your timid state.
Will ask about your day, which is something she doesn't do for ANYONE.
If you want a sleepover, Makima will do the whole nine yards. Endless snacks, a batch of good movies, bad movies and a bunch of blankets.
She only has ONE rule; Don't speak of what you two do outside of work to coworkers. You're her little secret. No one can have you but her. Not to mention she has a reputation to keep.
Will ask Kishibe, yes, Kishibe of all people, advice on how to care more and be better for you.
Will also ask how to tread lightly around you as to not scare you away. But will never admit it or say it out loud.
Say her eyes are beautiful or pretty. She'll melt just laugh and call you cute. Maybe even kiss you on the cheek.
In-Story (Spoilers Ahead)
When Makima fell for you, she thought she was sick.
So sick that she took a few days off of work to wonder what was happening to her.
She asked her higher ups and even Kishibe what was wrong in subtle ways.
They all concluded; she wasn't sick. She was in love.
But she didn't want to be. No, she wanted to just focus on Chainsaw Man and Denji! You were ruining her plans! You had to go.
So why couldn't she kill you?
She just couldn't kill you…
Though she continued to think her attraction to you was unnatural, she soon asked you out.
Say yes. Makima doesn't show it, but she wants you to accept her confession.
Though your relationship is not displayed around your co-workers, they know something is going on between you two.
They all think the same thing; "Good for her." "I'm happy for them." "She's dating someone? I thought she was just a scary emotionless woman!" "Lucky!"
Makima doesn't worry about anything.
So she's surprised she worries about you so much.
After your encounter with the Darkness Devil in hell, Makima was her usual quiet and mysterious self.
But Kishibe informs you she was worried sick when she found you.
And don't even get him started on how she was during the return of the Gun Devil.
She tries her best not to tell you her true motives with Denji, but if you give her puppy eyes she'll spill.
Please support her. The last thing she wants to do is kill her precious angel.
When you noticed her being extra friendly to Denji and Aki, your cute little head started to worry she would leave you for them.
She'll assure you in a sweet whisper that she only belongs to you.
Be on the look out for a jealous Denji...
"I'll admit. My motives will be seen as evil. But it is a necessary evil. I hope you understand... You have to understand. I know I can accomplish my mission, but it might be near impossible without you... Oh, I wasn't saying I-... Haha. Yes. I love you too."
Makima is a devil. A control devil. And could destroy the whole world.
But maybe. Just maybe. She'd sacrifice it all if it was for you…
Chainsaw Man requests are currently open! :D
Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, be safe and have a good day! <3
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Hi there! I saw your post about a Kishibe request. I have one...How about a OS with Kishibe x Younger! Fem! Reader (like 25 maybe). Where Kishibe is training with Denji and Power. Reader is a beautiful and kind woman, Denji finds it so hard to believe that Kishibe is dating a beautiful woman. She decides to bring a lunch for his students and for him on their break. Being a flirt with him, being completely in love with each other but the students are kind of gross out for all the mushy love.
Lunch Break {Kishibe}
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A/n: my first Kishibe request!!! Thank you so much for requesting and hopefully you will like this!! Though I had no idea whether the reader is supposed to be a civilian or not so I wrote it so she is a devil hunter.
Pairing: Kishibe x younger!fem!reader
Trigger Warnings: age gap relationship (reader is early 20s and Kishibe is his canon age which means probably early 50s), mentions of blood
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Kishibe was never a man who cared enough to get lunch with him. Most of the time he barely even has time to take a piss break, let alone eat. Though, if he were to be completely honest, the fridge at his apartment is almost always empty.
So eventually, especially after getting in a relationship with him, you took it upon yourself to prepare food for him because there would be times when he would come home to his apartment and he would immediately fall asleep.
"Time for lunch." The sound of your voice made both Denji and Power turn their heads, mid air, completely ruining their attack on Kishibe. Whether you had interrupted them or not, of course they wouldn't have landed the attack. Kishibe had most probably seen through them already.
The two teenagers fell on the ground, wincing at their asses bumping on the cold ground. Yet their eyes never left your form. They had heard about you, one of the top devil hunters in the organisation. If their shared braincell wasn't deceiving them, they had seen you before, passing by them whenever their training finished.
And your image was so deceiving. Your black suit hugging your curves perfectly, and that somewhat blank expression on your face? Yet you were holding two bags filled to the brink with food. And you were so pretty. A blessing to Denji's tired eyes. He would have eagerly dated you if you weren't with Kishibe. Whether he actually had a chance with you or not, is another story.
"Food." Denji growled, reaching out a hand towards you as you walked towards them. A threatening glare from Kishibe was enough to have both Denji and Power on their knees in front of you, their backs straightened and the warmest smiles on their faces.
Setting both bags down in front of them, you returned their smiles with one of yours and hugged Kishibe. The older man loosely wrapped his arms around your waist, his much bigger frame almost hiding yours. He wasn't one to show much affection in public, and especially in front of his students, so the small and loose hug didn't bother you at all.
"You can eat." Your soft words were like music to Power and Denji's ears, a vocal reward for doing their best during today's training. The two kids immediately dived in.
And for the most part, their attention was focused on the food in front of them until Power caught something from the corner of her eyes. "Ew." She muttered under her breath, partially afraid that Kishibe would hear it and make her train more.
Upon hearing her mumble, Denji turned his head in question and there you were, sitting on Kishibe's lap. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you in place so you could feed him your homemade sushi. And Kishibe was eagerly eating it, not a single complain leaving his mouth or even entering his brain.
"Keep your eyes to your food." Kishibe said, the tone of his voice more than threatening. Maybe it was on purpose so he could hear the melodic giggle coming out of your lips.
Power and Denji quickly averted their gaze and Kishibe turned his attention back on you, a small and almost barely visible smile on his aged face, the wrinkles being the only sign that he was actually smiling. You snuggled closer to him, offering him another roll which he gladly ate, thankful that he at least had you in this corrputed organisation and in this ruined world.
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thespacehatter · 1 year
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He’s my babygirl
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My murdery malewife
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qyoics · 1 year
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He holds you close.
Tight enough that there's no room for a struggle and why would you - escape, that is. When he pushes deep into your womb, hearing you breathlessly plead for a dig at another angle inside you and such pleas were heard with a faint promise of your pleasure. His movements were slow, his thrusts were nonexistent and you understand that his fatigue from work overcome the need to satiate his lust like an animal.
Instead, he hungers for your warmth, letting his soft cock be welcomed by the tight hug of your cunt.
Letting himself be dampen with your juices as you moan like a slut.
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yoursillydoll · 1 year
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Being in love with Kishibe
angst?, mentions of sex, age difference (kishibe is in his 50's, reader in late 20')
You know that Kishibe doesn't love you. You're not even his girlfriend, you two just having sex from time to time. But he is the only person you can think about when you hear the word "love".
You met him in a bar two months ago. Old grumpy men being all by himself, ordering drink after drink. What made you sit next to him and chit chat with him? You don't know. But an hour later he asked you if you want to go to your place. Why did you agree? You don't know that too.
But you didn't regret that.
Sex with him was the best thing that ever happened to you. He made you feel so good.
You know about his job and how risky it is. But even if he died, nothing would happen. He is not your boyfriend. Just his sex toy, as he calls you. He doesn't mean it negatively, quite the opposite. You're "his" and this is all that matter.
He smells like alcohol and cigarettes. Sometimes it makes you feel dizzy, but when he thrusts into you, you can't even think about it. You only want him. He makes you go numb with his dick, tongue or fingers and everything else does not exist.
After all, when he falls asleep next to you, you can't help but stare at him. His handsome, old, tired face, looking so peacefull at that moment, makes your heart hurts a little.
He's not even that old, he is in his 50's, but alcohol ruined him so much. But Kishibe is the most handsome men you ever met. Even his scar looks so good on him.
After some time you realized it's not his look that made you like him. It's his loneliness.
Kishibe lost a lot of his buddies. You're well aware of the fact that he's still alive is a miracle.
Is he afraid to leave you alone? Kishibe is strong, but he's just a human after all. He's not immortal.
That's not it.
Kishibe is afraid of affection.
He told you he's not looking for serious relationship and he never been in one. Why? Is it because of his job? Or someone in the past hurt him? Kishibe won't tell you this.
Every time you want to hug him, his body reacts as if you are trying to attack him, his muscles tense. But he acts like nothing happened. "What's up, doll?"
He hardly ever smiles. And even if he does, it's not an honest smile.
Kishibe is a walking red flag. And you know it damn well. He told you clearly not to love him, but you failed. And you don't understand how.
Besides his look and good sex, he has nothing to offer. Once you realize how awful his personality is, you should run away from him. But... that's impossible.
You want to stay with him and observe him like a scientific object. You want to understand him.
But you love him. You love him like crazy and if you told him that, he'd probably call you that.
And as long as you can be near him, that's fine with you. You will regret this after his death.
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itsiitsu · 1 year
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Buddies 
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daisynik7 · 7 months
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Gimme More
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Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader
Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.6k
cw: bodyguard au, no devils au, reader is thirty-years-old, Kishibe is fifty-ish, age gap, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl), creampie, car sex, slight degradation (slut, whore)
Summary: Your father is the founder and CEO of one of the fastest growing tech companies in the city. As his prominence in society continues to skyrocket, he hires only the most elite people to look after his family. Kishibe started working for your father only a year ago, but already he’s his chauffeur, his bodyguard, his most trusted confidant, his right-hand man. What your father doesn’t know is that Kishibe happens to be your right-hand man as well.  
Author’s Notes: Thanks @demonwoman for the request for the y2k karaoke party! This one is inspired by "Gimme More" by Britney Spears. It’s been a minute since I wrote for Kishibe, so this was especially fun for me to write. It’s a short one, though I might expand on this in the future because the idea of bodyguard!Kishibe is making me go brrrr, LOL. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thanks for reading! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.
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You know better than to interrupt your father when his office door is shut. Closed means he’s in the middle of discussing important matters with his business partners or that he’s in an important phone call overseas. There are no other vehicles in the driveway besides your own, so you figure it’s the latter. You continue to pace the hallway, waiting for the moment until he’s finally free. A few more minutes pass, then you hear the distinct clickof the knob being unlocked and the door creaking open. You wait a couple of seconds before barging in. 
Your dad glances up from his desk, smiling at you as you make strides towards him. “Hi, princess. Going out tonight?”
It’s obvious, considering that you’re currently dressed in your skimpiest black dress, makeup done, high heels clacking against the tile floors. You press your cheek to his, giving him a fake smooch, not wanting to ruin your lipstick with a real one. “Yes. Just want to say goodnight before I leave. I won’t be back until late.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, scanning you up and down. “Aren’t you going to be cold dressed like that?”
You roll your eyes at him. Here it is, the lecture. “I’ll be fine.”
He sighs, organizing the papers on his desk into a neat stack. “Princess, you should really start thinking about settling down soon. I mean, you’re not getting any – ”
“Don’t say it,” you interrupt him, patience wearing thin.
He waves his hands, relenting. “I’m just saying. I’m worried about you.”
You take a deep breath, deciding whether or not to debate with him. There are a thousand different arguments you can hit him with, but you know that your efforts will prove futile in the end. So instead, you press a gentle kiss to his forehead, murmuring, “Thank you for the concern. Like I said, I’ll be fine. I am fine. Don’t worry so much, okay?” 
You turn on your heel, ready to leave the house, and especially this conversation, pausing only when he demands, “Kishibe, go with her.”
You stop in your tracks, listening for Kishibe’s response. “Yes, sir,” he mutters.
Facing your father again, you scoff. “Seriously? I can’t even go out on my own anymore? Do I need to remind you that I’m thirty-fucking-years old?”
“And do I need to remind you of what happened two weeks ago?” You don’t because the memory is still fresh in your mind. The two of you were just leaving from lunch together when out of nowhere, a man grabbed you from behind, dragging you with him. It’s thanks to Kishibe, your father’s most vigilant and trusted bodyguard, that it didn’t escalate any further. 
You shake your head, understanding his concern, flashing a glance at Kishibe, who avoids your gaze by focusing on the floor. He accompanies you out the door, your father yelling, “Be careful!” before you’re out of his sight.
Kishibe follows you in silence until you’re outside on the driveway, stepping towards the car. He opens the backseat for you, waiting for you to step in. You ignore him, heading directly to the passenger seat, sliding in without his assistance. He lets out a faint grunt, shutting the door closed, walking to the driver’s side with an annoyed expression on his face. You can’t help but smirk to yourself, amused. 
This isn’t the first time your father has forced Kishibe on you. He’s only been employed a little over a year, but in his short tenure, he’s become your family’s highest-ranking bodyguard. When you began to do press alongside him, posing for magazine covers, interviews for online articles, all that jazz, Dad figured it’d be best to have him around in case you were recognized in public. And, of course, after the incident from two weeks ago, it’s to be expected that Kishibe be with you at all times. 
Little does your father know the dirty secret the two of you share. 
His hand rests lazily on the gear shift, driving the speed limit through the main street, heading towards the club downtown.  You don’t tell him an address or destination; he already knows exactly where to go. You wait until you’re well away from your gated neighborhood to make your move. It doesn’t matter; no one from the outside can see through the tinted windows. Still, it’s routine; it gives the both of you peace of mind, as if you’re doing your due diligence to hide this. Your hand grazes his, lifting it off the lever to guide it to your thigh, spreading yourself wider for him. His eyes stay focused on the road ahead, though you can see his jaw clench, nostrils flaring, his composure wavering. His fingers tease the inside of your plush skin, gradually making his way closer to your loins, throbbing with arousal. You slide the hem of your dress up, giving him more access to slip past the fabric to toy with your clit. 
You buckle in your seat, rubbing yourself deeper against him, moaning his name, loving the way he plays with you. “Almost there,” he mutters, driving faster now, a bit over the speed limit now. “Be patient for me.”
He pulls into the private lot two blocks from the club, the parking attendant flashing him a thumbs up as soon as he spots the familiar license plate. Down the row, where there are fewer cars, Kishibe backs into a spot away from any potential voyeurs. He reaches for the shift with his left hand, putting it in park, his right still working your clit, wet with your slick now. 
Finally, he leans in, kissing you sloppily on the lips, tongue lapping into your mouth greedily. He pulls his fingers away from you, mouth brushing your cheek until he’s hot on your ear, whispering, “Backseat. Now.”
You nod, already in a daze, carefully making your way to the back. He gives you a light slap on the ass, chuckling in that low, husky voice of his, following you. Once you’re both situated, you straddle his lap, your dress hoisted past your stomach, panties wet with your slick as you ride his thigh. “Is it good, princess?” he asks, watching you with a satisfied grin on his face. 
You grimace at him. “Don’t call me that.” Your dad calls you that, but you don’t say it out loud to not ruin the mood. 
“What should I call you then?” He presses his thumb to your clit, massaging it. “Slut? Whore?”
You throw you head back in pleasure, grinding against him, spurred on by the vulgar language. “Yes,” you whine, palming the erection bulging in his pants. 
“No wonder your daddy is always worried about you,” he huffs, rubbing slow circles on your sensitive bud. “Going around, slutting yourself out like this.” He kisses you passionately, unbuckling his belt. “Or are you only like this for me?”
“For you. Only for you,” you moan, swallowing his spit, frothy on your tongue. 
He shrugs his slacks down his legs, enough to free his cock, thick and girthy in his fist. “Does my pretty little slut want to get fucked now?”
You nod erratically, begging for it. “Please, Kishibe. Give it to me.” You lift up on your knees, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. Slowly, you sink down on him, stretching around him like a perfect fit. You’re familiar with him now, your body molded only to him, no one else. He lets you be in control; lets you take what you need from him. You ride him slowly, panties bunched to the side, his shaft brushing against the lace with every thrust. 
His forehead is pressed to yours, skin damp with sweat, windows beginning to fog up from your body heat. The car creaks on its tires as you bounce on his lap faster, your climax approaching quickly. In a daze, you murmur softly, “I’m coming,” coating him in your orgasm. 
“That’s my pretty girl,” he coos, kissing you sweetly. His grip is at your waist, ready to lift you off. 
You stay seated wrapping your arms around his neck, determined. “More, Kishibe. Give me more.”
He chuckles, chest vibrating with that deep, sexy gruff you love so much. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He increases his pace, tightening his hold on your hips, barreling his cock deep into your cunt, hitting that sweet spot over and over until he fills you up with his load, warm and creamy inside you. 
You snuggle into him, relaxing in his arms. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you ask, “Are you worried about me too?” 
He kisses the top of your head, understanding what you’re referencing. “No.”
“You don’t think I should starting looking for a partner?” You twirl his tie around your fingers aimlessly, hoping for a particular response, pretending to be nonchalant about it. While the two of you haven’t formally admitted it yet, there’s no denying it: You love each other.  
He doesn’t speak right away, choosing his words carefully. “Why would you need one if you have me to protect you?”
You smile, satisfied with his answer. “Is this a proposal, Kishibe?” you tease him.
He squeezes you tighter in his embrace. “It is if you want it to be. Though, your father might disapprove of it. At first.”
You snuggle into his chest, giggling. “We’ll break the news to him slowly, then.”
Fifteen minutes later, you’re finally at the club, some of his creampie still inside you as you grind on him in the middle of the dancefloor, his expression stoic and serious while you beam at him.
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(Smut/NSFW , minors DNI)
Kishibe would randomly stop you right in the middle of you sucking him off just to grab your face between his fingers and then say
"how the hell ya still look so cute with a cock down your throat?"
and when you give him a shy smile while batting your eyelashes at the sudden compliment he would swing you off with one arm and throw you on the couch only for his huge frame to crash over yours, ramming his still hard member into your warm cunt.
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ummmlife · 3 months
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kishibe's anime reference sheet !!!!!!!????? hello????
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LMAOO this is such a weird req I feel but I want a platonic Kishibe x reader where the reader is someone he raised and took out of a harsh environment as a kid and after trying to give them a more normal life the reader wants to be a devil hunter and Kishibe’s like really conflicted about it 😭
Father Figure {Kishibe}
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A/n: lol it is not a weird request, in fact, it is very interesting. Hopefully you'll like it, thank you for requesting. Sorry if it came out short but I had no idea how to enlarge it and still stay in the subject
Pairing: platonic Kishibe x reader
Trigger warnings: mentions of rough family life, mentions of death,
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When Kishibe and you met, you were crying in the external staircase of the apartment building your parents and you stayed in. He was still relatively young back then, a little less emotionless.
At first he didn't pay any attention, not because he didn't care but because the amount of kids he saw everyday crying because of falling victims of devils was insane. So at first he thought that a devil had most probably killed your family.
Naturally he approached you, gently asking what's wrong and when you flinched at even him speaking to you, he knew that it wasn't a devil who had made you cry.
In a matter of two hours, you moved in with him.
And Kishibe had no idea what to do with you. He had never taken care of a child let alone an emotionally broken one. But he eventually managed just fine, providing you a more than decent life and doing his best to make the remaining of your childhood as best as possible.
And all of a sudden you come up to him and tell him that you want to be a devil hunter.
"No." He said coldly and took a drug from his cigarette.
"Give me one good reason."
"You'll die." His response came out naturally because that was what the harsh reality was. Devil hunters died. At that point devil hunters dying in their line of work felt like death from natural causes. And Kishibe would be damned if he let you die like that. Even though he had been hesitant about raising you at first, he now felt as if you were his own child and no parent would let their child march to their death.
"You've taught me how to fight." He couldn't lie... you were right. He had taught you how to fight but it was purely for self defense.
"No."
"You're understuffed."
"It's not a good enough reason." Kishibe finally put his cigarette out in the ashtray and looked at you. "I hate what I am about to say but... back when I took you under my wing, you were given a second chance at life." There was a small pause during which you couldn't deny the tension in the room. Kishibe was looking at you with tired eyes, eyes that had seen so much death. "Don't let it go to waste."
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rinrinx2 · 1 year
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Hello! If your requests are still open can I request mixed smut scenario with - reader has a crush on Kishibe and enemies to lovers with it being a smut? I dont know if I should elaborate/describe it more but something among the lines of reader thinking he only has eyes for quanxi and never seeing her as a woman, so she goes on dates with both guys and girls her age, even trying to date Aki who kissed her during one mission, little did she know that a certain older devil hunter was jealous and angry, while reader feels like her big crush on an older and experienced man is unprofessional and wrong and is embarassed about it since she isn't very experienced with men? In reality Kishibe got over Quanxi a bit after she joined the work of being a devil hunter, but she thought she would die faster than Kobeni so he was a bit cold and mean to her but loved each minute he trained, drank, talked to her? and one day confronts her about it on a mission and they argue like they always do, so he fights with the reader and pins them or something? I apologize if you didn't need a description, have a nice day!
Hope you like it <3
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Picking a fight
Kishibe x fem!reader
Warnings: Smut, Inappropriate language, Mature themes, Adult themes, against the wall, unprotected, cream pie, breeding implied, mentions of death.
*Text in this font this indicates events from the past*
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You would of preferred having anyone over your current partner literally anyone was better than the older man who held your interests so deeply.
"Would you stop panicking" Kishibe commented as you walked cautiously through the abandoned apartment complex.
"I'm not panicking I'm just nervous" you replied back.
"Nervous" he mocked with snicker as he rolled his eyes at the remark.
You hated how snarky and sarcastic Kishibe was with you, but you hated yourself more for finding it so attractive the way he would diffuse the most tense scenarios with an obvious remark.
A trait of his that you both loved and despised, just as Quanxi did, which made you snap back to the reality. As much as you had a crush on the older man it would only remain a crush as he was taken with Quanxi and only a fool would go against her.
"Head in dreamland already" Kishibe commented again as your mind lingered still on Quanxi.
"Well continue to be in dreamland and the demon will kill you and you'll stay there" Kishibe continued as he now walked ahead of you.
"Why do you always have to say things like that, you know how I feel about ... dying" you replied back, now with an air of worry in your voice.
Kishibe rolled his eyes once again at your worry. You were constantly plagued with worries of your death even when he trained you that was all that would leave your lips.
The thoughts of death started to manifest in your head and before you knew it you were thinking back to your training. Back to when these thoughts were scary enough to turn you away from your current life.
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"How often do devil hunters die?" You questioned as you sat on the training mat.
"4 out of 5 don't make it" Kishibe replied while he took a deep inhale of the cigarette placed between his soft lips.
Your irises became as small as pins at the mention that there was a high percentage rate that you wouldn't even make it pass your first mission.
"Well if you lucky maybe the demon won't even bother with killing you, I mean a girl such as yourself would die from missing a step on a staircase" Kishibe said blowing the smoke down onto your face. That was the start of your relationship not only as student and mentor but as pickering partners.
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"I'm being serious here (Y/N), stop letting your mind linger. We're getting closer" Kishibe said turning back looking at you with a face painted with irritation.
You starred back at him, slightly shaking your head as you snapped out of the memory your mind drifted to. Now facing back at the reality you were going into.
You looked at the different apartment doors as you continued your journey through the passages, noting how each door seemed to look normal yet something seemed to be off.
Just as you were about to ask about your surroundings you heard the snarky remarks of the older man begin.
"Your head so caught up on Aki that you not paying attention again" he said not even bothering to look back this time.
"What!" You replied back now with slight anger in your voice.
"Don't what me, we all know on your last mission you and Aki ended up having more fun than you were supposed to"
"Aki and I did nothing" you snapped back, now refusing to move a step forward.
"Oh please, we heard how he did you against the wall" Kishibe said now full on laughing at the idea.
"I didn't do it with Aki, we just kissed and it wasn't even like a proper kiss just a touch of our lips" you said now thinking back to your last mission, how Aki's lips were pressed against yours. You could still feel the warm of his lips against yours.
"Yeah whatever, you probably wouldn't mind dying on a mission with Aki" Kishibe said as he was about to reach for his flask.
Just as his hand grabbed the cold metal flask the flooring the two of you stood on began to shift, causing you to lose your balance.
"Shit" Kishibe said underneath his breath.
Your could feel your breathing began to speed up and feel the worry of death flood through your veins. You had been in many situations before but none like this. The walls were beginning to swallow you and the floors pulling your further in.
Your body was trapped within itself unable to move, and Kishibe soon noticed this when you weren't responding to him as he called out to you.
"Fuck (Y/N) move!" He yelled as grabbed your hand, pulling into some apartment with the door left open.
Kishibe threw you into the apartment, barely making it into it himself.
The cold floor against your skin did little to relieve the evident shock still traveling through your body.
Kishine looked down at your frozen figure and soon began to worry at you state.
"(Y/N) don't fucking go into shock" he said as he quickly flopped down to the floor starting to violently shake you back into consciousness of your surroundings.
"Come on, listen to my voice. You're safe here" Kishibe said as he began to hold you in his arms.
"You're safe, (Y/N). You're safe" he repeated over and over as he placed his hand on your head soothingly petting your head.
You remained still eyes still glossed over with fear, and heart still beating erratically. You could hear Kishibe voice in your mind, and began to focus on it, listening as every syllable hit against your ear letting it soak into your brain until you could feel yourself in your body.
Kishibe watched as your once frozen body quickly moved out of his arms as you took deep breathes distancing yourself from him.
"Why would you do that!" You yelled out to the older male.
"Save you?" He questioned as he remained seated on the floor as you slowly began to rise to your feet.
"No, talk about dying. You know what it does to me" you replied back with a bark.
"You've got to be kidding me" Kishibe said rhetorically as he now stood back on his feet, with his hand coming to his temples at your accusations.
"You use to train me and you knew about my worries of death, you know I'm scared to die in this field of work and then you go ahead and talk about it while we're on a mission" you continued to yell with a face full of anger.
"Calm down you're, you sound like that Kobeni girl the way you're getting worked up over nothing"
"Nothing! The floor tried to eat me, Kishibe!"
"Yeah but are you dead" he said with that sarcastic tone that had you going livid.
"Can you stop with that, I'm not your little girlfriend Quanxi that enjoys that demeaning tone in the face of death!"
"Quanxi?! I don't even like Quanxi since she began to work as a devil hunter, so you even going on about this is pointless" Kishibe yelled as he looked at you with a bitterly.
"Don't lie to me, I see the way you look at her. You love her and I've been trying everything to get over you even going on dates with girls and boys just to get you out of my mind. All you see me as is that dumb little girl you trained!" You shouted back pointing an accusing finger at Kishibe who now walked over to where you stood.
"Don't fucking stand here and say I've been making you jealous with Quanxi, when you're the one going about kissing co-workers" Kishibe said as there was only 3 steps away from you now.
"You think I enjoy hearing the woman I fantasize about kissing another man" Kishibe said now moving a step closer as you moved one back.
"You think I see you as some scared little girl, well you couldn't be more wrong" Kishibe said irritatedly as you back was now against some wall as he now stood face to face with you.
"You have no idea how I have thought about you at night, the way you look, the way you walk, the way you talk, everything about you drives me insane and the only thing stopping me from doing anything is because an old man like me should not be fucking his younger colleague"
Now it was Kishibe whose face was contorted with a scowl while yours remained with shock as you looked back at him, eyes wide and lips parted as he had just confessed how his feelings mirrored yours.
"Kishibe I want you to fuck me" you said quietly, barely above a whisper as your eyes looked into his, hoping that he would both hear you and wouldn't.
"I've been dying to hear those words" Kishibe said as he dove his head down to yours.
His hands now grabbing yours that were at your side pinning them above your head, as he passionately kissed you. His tongue sliding against your own feeling the warmth of your mouth against his.
His lips left yours as it now traveled down to your neck, feeling as his tongue slid against the column of your neck making your grasp out for air.
"Kishibe" you moaned out at the sensation of pleasure.
Kishibe removed his one hand that from above your head, now moving it lower till it was at the hem of your pencil skirt.
"Want me to fuck you now or after I kill this demon?" Kishibe whispered into your ear, causing a tingle to run down your spine.
"Now" you said quietly with your head lowered.
Within a second your skirt was now pulled up and your panties were being pulled down with one hand as the other was quickly pulling Kishibe pants down.
"I'm gonna fuck you so good that the demon is going to hear you moan" he snickered out as he got his cock out from his pants.
You looked in amazement at his cock, that was stood 10-inches big with a thick vein on the underside and two heavy breeder balls that caused pre-cum to shine on Kishibe slit.
"Take a nice look cause this is going in you" he said as he now fully removed your panties. He grabbed your hips lifting your up so now that your pussy was hovering above his cock.
You could feel his pre-cum against your soaked pussy, causing your to gush out more.
Just as you were about to moan out for him to enter, you felt his cockhead begin to slip in.
His felt as his cock split your pussy fold open, sliping it in causing you to moan out in satisfaction.
You felt ad Kishibe bottom out in you, not moving as he allowed you to get use to his size.
Your pussy fluttered against Kishibe's cock as it took it all in. You looked down between your bodies noting how your legs were wet with your slick and his pre-cum and back up into Kishibe's eyes watching as his eyes held lust in them.
Your lips slowly reconnected to his as he began to thrust up into you, each thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.
"Oh Kishibe" you moaned out against his lips, feeling the way his cock rubbed perfectly against your pussy walls.
Kishibe could feel the way your pusst tightened with each thrust, which only made him more feral to breed you.
"Your pussy need my cum doesn't it" he said in that sarcastic demeaning tone that had you seeing stars.
Kishibe began to quickening his pace, as he fucked you senselessly against the wall, the only sound being that over your moans and slapping of your wet pussy against his soaked balls.
Your pussy was spasming around his cock, taking in the way he drilled you so perfecting making your claw into his back.
Kishibe could sense you were close, your pussy was already milking him and your nipples were as hard as rocks as he could see them through your bra.
"Cum for me baby" Kishibe said as he rutted into you, his cock head nudging deep into your soft walls.
Your pussy was overflowing with cock and your vision became spotty as you felt the coil in yout tummy began to slip until it finally loosened.
Hot liquid began to gush from you onto Kishibe as you came hard, gripping onto him as your road out your orgasm against his cock.
Your actions causing Kishibe to shot hot white semen deep inside your pussy, as you milked him dry.
Kishibe remained still for a moment allowing you to catch yout breath before gently bringing your back down to the ground.
He gently helped your slip you back into your panties before slipping his cock back into his pants.
Kishibe looked at you with a smile, looking at your fucked out expression.
"Let's make a deal" he said causing your eyes to light up with interest.
"Let's go kill this demon, but if you spill a drop of cum from your pussy I get to fuck more into you after this mission"
"Deal"
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