#csm kishibe x reader

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

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}

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,

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."

[actuallysaiyan]

Hey Bacon, can I please request 20 with Kishibe if it hasn't been done already? 👀

You don't know exactly what drew you to this man, but you knew you never wanted to let him go. He's rough around the edges, but to you, he's a sweetheart. You two find a comfortable rhythm of falling for each other, even though he is scared to let you in too much some times. He wonders if maybe someone like you is much more suited for a sweeter, less scarred man.

Though you can't help yourself. Kishibe is handsome, and he's gruff in all the right ways. He shows you comfort like you never knew existed. He's fun in a lot of ways too, making you laugh and feel so good inside. You know that this man is the one you'd spend your life with if he'd just allow himself to bring down some of those walls.

Still Kishibe keeps some things from you and his life is private in a lot of ways. He wants to shield you from the evils of this world if he can. But you're just too eager to jump into his life and show him how tender and soft things can be.

After a date one night, you invite him back to your place. He feels nervous because he knows you'll probably want to push this relationship to the next step. And it's not that he doesn't want to fuck you; fuck, he's been wanting to pound you into the mattress since he's met you almost. But the minute he passes that threshold with you, it might make things complicated for you.

Still, you're ever the temptress. You wear the cutest dress and those fishnet stockings he adores. He's sitting by the window, a cigarette dangling on his lips. You then come closer, straddling his lap. Kishibe grunts, pulling you closer.

"You're so damn sweet," he grunts as he kisses you. He tastes of liquor and cigarettes.

"And you're sweet too," you compliment him. He sighs softly, trying to accept this love and praise.

Your hands are on his shoulders, massaging them softly. You press kisses to his stubbly face, and then lower to his neck. He smells so good; always a little smokey and a bit like leather. There's a tinge of iron. But it's never bad, it always comforts you. It means he's right here with you, alive and well.

He tries to push you off, but his body is saying otherwise. Just having you on his lap has him rock hard in his pants. He puts out the cigarette in the ashtray, then he wraps his arms around you. He kisses you softly and tenderly. You try to deepen it, but he won't take the bait.

Finally you look him in the eyes, "Kishibe..."

He looks away, a bit ashamed of himself.

"You're still holding back." You massage his shoulders again and then slowly drag your hands down his chest. Button by button, you are undoing his shirt. "Just let go for me."

Within seconds, you're pushed back onto the couch with a loud squeal escaping you. Kishibe smirks at you before he kisses you hungrily.

"Are you sure you want me to let go? Cause once I do, I'll never be able to let you go."

You smile sweetly, "Perfect, because I never want to let you go either."

[lovelyunholyc]

fem!reader. use of names (sweetheart, good girl, naughty girl). oral(f! reader receiving + brief m! receiving), face sitting, riding, unprotected sex, kinda rough but not really...fwb/ambiguous relationship :')

nsfw! minors + blank/ageless blogs will be blocked :)

absently he wonders when you'll tire of him, when you'll change the locks and stop answering his calls, stop letting him have access to you. he's been around long enough to know it's inevitable, no matter how stubborn you are, how much you enjoy proving him wrong.

selfishly he revels in the fact that it isn't today, isn't any time soon by the looks of it, because he enters your apartment easily, though he can tell you're not home.

kishibe makes his way past the threshold with familiar ease, toeing off his shoes and taking off his coat and hanging it at the door, things you'd have been sure to chastise him for had he not done.

his drink of choice is in the kitchen, the bottle seemingly untouched since the last time he'd been here - which could've been weeks, months ago - another subtle reassurance that makes the scarred corner of his lips turn up ever so slightly.

he sighs contentedly into his first glass, slowly savors his second before making his way to your bedroom and the attached bathroom.

you come home just as he's stepped out of the shower, and stand at the doorway, letting steam escape past you as he glances at you through damp, dirty blonde strands. he can't read your expression but doesn't dislike the way you scrutinize him, grinning as he wraps a towel loosely around his hips.

"welcome home, sweetheart," kishibe teases gruffly, which earns him a scoff, but you don't let him pass you without kissing his cheek, wrinkling your nose at the feel of the stubble lining his jaw. he fishes his pack of cigarettes from his pants in a puddle on the floor and heads for the balcony on the other side of your room.

you follow wordlessly, sliding the door closed behind you and taking a seat at one of the lounge chairs facing the view outside. the sun has just started to set, casting your skin in a purple-orange haze that shouldn't look as good as it does on you, making your skin glow, your face even prettier.

it doesn't escape his notice that you're dressed nicer than you usually would be for work.

kishibe leans against the railing facing you, putting a cigarette between his lips and cursing himself for forgetting his lighter.

but you have him covered, producing one from your bag and reaching up to light it for him.

he leans in gratefully, inhales a little more than he maybe should, stays bent over even after it's long been lit, because he selfishly wants to keep smelling your perfume. he takes a long pull as he straightens back up, eyeing you over the smoke, raising a brow in response to your watchful eyes.

he knows you don't smoke, but doesn't question why you have a lighter.

"date didn't work out?"

you smirk at that, looking past him and at the slowly setting sun instead. "what makes you say that?"

kishibe shrugs, doesn't take his eyes off of you. "you came home alone." he likes the cut of your dress. it's perfectly fitted to you, reveals exactly what it should, tastefully. you look too good in it to not have had any prospects.

it's your turn to shrug, finally meeting his eyes with a wistfulness he doesn't think he should see. "just had a feeling that i should."

he hums, savors the warmth of his next drag, a contrast to the cool breeze that whispers over his still-wet skin and makes him shiver.

"how's work?"

kishibe hates making small talk, knows that you do, too, but he supposes it's the least he can provide after being away for so long. "same as always," he says flatly, finally looking away from you. he reaches for one of your potted plants and pulls out the dish to catch the water out from under it, and ashes into it.

you make a quiet noise of amusement, probably surprised that he'd even taken the trouble.

he can be nice sometimes, polite. "i'm still here," he continues. haven't died yet, is what he means. he smiles humorlessly.

you watch him, placid, patient. still unreadable, as he finishes off his smoke.

he doesn't say as much, but he appreciates your company, your quiet, meaningless murmur of conversation. everything but what you actually want to say.

when he's done, you leave first, stepping back into your room and leaving the sliding door open for him.

it's his turn to watch you quietly, entranced as you start undressing, your back to him. he makes his way to you, closing the door without looking, eyes only trained on you, fingers coming up to find the zipper of your pretty dress at the nape of your neck. his breath hitches as he slides it down your spine, the silk of your skin revealed to him inch by breathtaking inch, soft and smooth.

before he knows it he's following the seam of the dress as it parts, lips pressing right at the trail of his fingers descending down with the fabric, until it can't go any further. he slides the tip of his nose back up your spine, making you shudder, until he reaches the nape of your neck, and starts a fresh trail of kisses along your neck and shoulder, wet and wanting, your dress dropping to the floor without a second thought.

you turn just as he reaches the top of one shoulder, placing your hands on his hips, rubbing at the towel still slung over them with the pads of your fingers. his arms cage you in against the door of your closet, and all he has to do is dip his head slightly to finally capture your lips.

you taste like wine, undoubtedly remnants of your unfortunate date. sweet, heady, intoxicating. he chases the taste on your tongue, groans heavily into your mouth when you open up for him so easily, when you melt into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him ever closer. rough hands drift across your body, greedy, eager to have you against him again, to feel your warmth and squeeze at your softness. he kneads at the supple flesh of your ass over the delicate lace of your underwear, sliding up quickly to follow the gentle curve of your back, your waist, pressing into your breasts, licking languidly into your mouth all the while, relishing your soft little whimpers. you jolt when he pinches at your nipples, and he pulls away just a few inches to chuckle, pressing biting kisses along your jaw.

"kishibe," you whisper when his fingers move lower, dipping into the band of your pretty lace panties. his name sounds so sweet when you say it like that, as rich as the wine that had leaked from your mouth.

he's pleased to find you as wet as he'd expected, and slides through your folds appreciatively, licking at your throat as he watches his fingers disappear into your pretty pussy, soaked in your slick. you buck into his hand when he pushes into your entrance, clutching at his shoulders and breathing heavy. cute.

"so wet for me, so pretty." his voice is low, gravelly enough to send shivers down your spine. "c'mon, sweetheart, let me taste you."

kishibe licks his fingers clean before leading you over to your bed.

but before he can lay down and move you on top of him, you tug at his towel and drop on your knees to the floor along with it, hands firm on his hips to keep him still so you can kiss at the head of his cock.

he groans as you stroke him to full hardness, curses under his breath when you lick at the precum gathering on his slit, sucking the bulbous tip of his cock into your mouth and moaning when his hips rock into the heat of it instinctively. his fingers twist into your hair, and he lets you sink down on his shaft once, twice, before pulling you off completely, grinning devilishly at the dazed look on your face, the spit and his precum pooling in your open mouth before you swallow it all down.

"naughty fucking girl," he chastises, voice laced with mirth, and can't help but notice how you rub your thighs together at that, your panties somehow having disappeared since you'd distracted him. "i said," he backs into the bed, pulling you up and along with him so you're straddling him when he lays down, "give me a taste," and he's kissing down your stomach, your thighs, until his head is between them. he lays back and you shift on top of him, trapping him between your legs with his encouraging hands on the backs of your knees, pulling you closer, closer, sliding up your thighs to grope at your ass and urge you to finally sink down on his face.

the first lick is divine, to you both. he kisses at your pussy lips as if they were the ones on your face, before letting his tongue delve deeper, lapping up the slick at your entrance and sliding up through your folds to swirl at your clit and make you whine. he wraps his lips around the bud and starts sucking and you lose balance, falling forward on the bed and catching yourself on your hands.

kishibe pulls back just to laugh, and the heat of his breath against the wet, cooling skin of your pussy makes you shiver. you curse at him and he presses a chaste kiss to your sensitive clit in a silent apology he doesn't really mean.

he wants to pull you apart piece by piece until he's all you can think about until the next time you see him. "cum on my tongue, sweetheart," he encourages gruffly, one hand drifting to your hip and the other thumbing at your clit. "cum for me." he flattens his tongue against your slit, fingers drifting back down from your clit to slip into your fluttering hole, and he uses his hold on your hip to urge you into riding his tongue.

you keen, hands finding his hair, grinding into him, rocking into the rhythm of his fingers and tongue as he laps at you, and you hardly register the roughness of his stubbled jaw against your skin, too lost in pleasure. you chase the sweet friction just as he'd encouraged, spurred on by the gratifying groans he lets out as you spill continuously into his mouth, until it becomes too much, your body tensing with your impending orgasm.

it only takes another deep moan that vibrates through you, and his lips suctioning around your swollen clit, to take you over the edge, clutching at the sheets beneath you and gasping his name, walls pulsing around his fingers, squeezing so enticingly, hips stuttering.

kishibe doesn't pull back until you do, thighs trembling on either side of his face and seemingly close to giving out. you practically fall to your side next to him on your bed, chest heaving, and he watches you with amusement as he licks his fingers clean and swipes carelessly at his chin with the back of his hand.

"god, i've missed you," you confess quietly, leaning in to brush your fingers through his hair, still slightly damp, but now with sweat. you trace the scar across his cheek with your thumb with a kind of tenderness he's afraid to think too hard about, and kiss him sweetly, savoring the taste of you on his tongue, the bitterness of his cigarettes coming through for an acquired taste. familiar, addicting.

"yeah?" he sits up and leans over to shove a few pillows under his back before beckoning you back over to him.

you grin, taking the hand he offers you and sliding back into his lap, legs on either side of him. "yeah," you sigh dreamily, touching your forehead to his and looking down to watch your hands meet around his shaft.

kishibe curses under his breath when you pucker your lips and let a glob of spit drip onto the glistening head of his cock. he groans when you work it onto his dick, shifting closer so you can grind against the base of it, the slick of your cunt easing the slide along your folds and giving you the friction you need. the flared head catches on your sensitive clit and makes you gasp, and it only takes a few seconds of rocking against him to build the pleasure back up, to have your mind hazy and your lungs at capacity.

he squeezes at the flesh of your hips, leans in minutely so you can meet him halfway for a messy, needy kiss that makes your heart stutter. when he pulls back, he licks up the line of spit still connecting you, and trails his lips down your jaw, your neck, your chest, and you shift to expose more of yourself to him, pressing your skin into his mouth, arching your back towards his touch so he can suck greedy kisses into the swell of your breasts. rough hands knead at your ass all the while, guiding you in your slow grind in his lap, until you can't take it anymore and raise yourself up on your knees to line him up with your entrance.

"fuck," he grits between his teeth when the fat tip of his cock pushes through your walls, and you whine at the sweet stretch. you clutch at his shoulders as you sink down further, cursing too when you're fully seated, body jolting when the coarse hairs on the base of his cock nudge into your clit.

"good girl," kishibe praises quietly, barely a murmur that passes through his lips. you shiver all the same.

when you catch his gaze again, his mouth twitches up in a subdued little smile, and you can't help but shift towards his warmth a little more. you kiss him again before lifting your hips and sliding back down, slow and purposeful, savoring every ridge and vein of his cock splitting you open and getting a feel for your rhythm.

it isn't long before you're bouncing in his lap, chasing the sweet friction of his pelvis against your sensitive bud, the head of his cock nudging into your sweet spot, the addicting slide of his shaft along the tight wet heat of your walls.

kishibe is a quiet lover, but soft grunts escape him periodically. he continues lavishing your chest in attention, alternating between massaging at your breasts and your ass, smacking lightly at the latter just to make your moans pitch higher. you're so wet you're dripping down his thighs and your own. the obscene sound of your slick is music to his ears with every stroke, your whines of his name sending pleasant shivers down his spine.

he knows you're close when your walls start to spasm around him, and he slides his hand between you to start rubbing mercilessly on your clit. your hips stutter and you whimper at the unrelenting pressure, throwing your head back with a moan so beautiful and wanton that he instinctively answers with a deep, guttural groan, clutching at the flesh of your ass then to slam you down onto his dick.

you take over rubbing at your puffy clit as he plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up into you and shoves you down onto his cock simultaneously, biting on his bottom lip in concentration to hit the spot that makes your walls clench around him so sweetly.

"k-kishibe-!" you mewl, and with the next stroke you're falling apart, arching your back and writhing against him, clutching at his hair and his back and shoulders - anywhere your fingers can reach - as you lose yourself in pure bliss.

"that's it, sweetheart, good fuckin' girl." admiring you with lustful, half-lidded eyes, he fucks you through it, so ferociously he knows you'll have bruises to show for it in the morning, but you don't seem to mind at all, encouraging him with weak, breathless moans as he maneuvers your body with a strength that makes you shudder to fully realize. your head falls forward onto his shoulder as you struggle to stay present and come down from your high, still trembling, and it only takes a few deep, focused thrusts for your fluttering velvet walls to bring him over the edge too.

kishibe drives his cock into your tight, twitching cunt as deep as he can, and finally spills into you, each pulse of his spend making you whine lightly. he weaves his fingers in the roots of your hair and tilts your head up so he can kiss you - none too gently but you chase his tongue anyway, kiss him back until you're too lightheaded to continue, nudging the tip of your nose along the side of his face instead, despite the stubble you playfully complain about, along the scar you so love to touch and marvel at.

when he says your name, a whisper on a sigh, you realize it's the first time he's said it since you've seen him tonight, and there's a tenderness to the sound that is so palpable it makes your heart somersault.

neither of you speak of it.

instead you hold him closer, arms wrapped tight around his neck and his around your waist. you don't part for a moment that feels infinite, emotion stirring up between you that you know with a deep ache you'll likely never address.

kishibe isn't sure what you benefit from him except maybe making you cum more than once every time and knowing how to fuck your brains out in the way you like best, but he doesn't question you.

he doesn't think he's capable of love.

you, however... smart, vibrant, lovely you - you have the potential to bring anyone to their knees for you, and yet you choose to entertain him though he thinks he has nothing to give you, knows that you deserve more.

if that's the case, he thinks, he's a worse person than he'd initially thought.

for now, he can take another shower with you and clean you up, fix you a drink to go along with his, and fuck you to sleep, too.

before he disappears again in the morning, he might have time to question what he benefits from you in return, other than to have his chest ache every time he leaves you.

[nanamimizz]

tags: 18+ minors dni, fem reader, established relationship, fingering, mirror sex, kishibe can't keep his hands to himself.

synopsis: you two look good together, don't you?

Kishibe likes watching you - in some ways, you are like some sort of prey animal, gentle in every movement and innocent with each breath. He’s sitting by the window of your shared bedroom, there is a cigarette that’s wasting away while his dark eyes are locked on you as you tug at the dress you have on right now. The red fades to gray, and more of the cigarette falls onto the small dish you left out for him to stamp them out.  He knows he’s watching you, like a wolf in the bushes on his haunches and lips twitching at the scent of you. The dress you are wearing is tight, it follows the natural curve of your back and flows down your ass in a way that makes his hand twitch.

Red fades to gray, to black then to lust.

“C’mere.” He calls out and you turn to look at him over your shoulder, beautiful and naive all the same, he pats his thighs and you follow. You’re sitting on his thigh, halfway on his lap and Kishibe takes one last drag of his cigarette before stamping out at the same time he tugs you closer. One big hand comes at the skirt of your dress, noticing how it rises to mid-thigh at tugs at it indulgently.

“Where did you get this? S’pretty.” He mumbles, words laced with nicotine and it makes you sag into his hardened body. You’re tucking your head against his neck and press a candied affection to the stubble-covered skin. It’s pricky against your soft lips but you wouldn’t have it any other way, especially with how your lipstick stains his skin.

“Got it a week ago, was on clearance for half.” You mumble back, cigarette smoke and cologne casting some sort of spell on you with how you relax into him. It becomes hard to tell when he begins and you end but you like it this way - you like being his more than anything. Your eyes settle to half mast, there’s a comfort with being so close to Kishibe it’s like you can taste what makes Kishibe hi,

“Clearance? You think I’m poor and that you can’t get things full price.” He mutters to you, voice rough and dark with intention, you only hum your eyes catching how his hand goes past the skirt of your dress.

“No - just saw a good deal and I couldn’t help myself.” Voice breathless and you gasp when you feel two strong fingers press against your underwear. It doesn’t take much for Kishibe to excite you, turn you into a mess between your thighs with few words and fewer actions but you still can’t help but whine when his knuckle passes the ridged of your hooded clit. He presses a small kiss to your temple, tapping against your other thigh with his knuckle to get you to spread yourself ever further for him. Dark eyes catch the view in the mirror and something hungry burns in stomach at the realization he can watch you.

You whine into his ear when his fingers slip in - Kishibe’s lips twitch in amusement at how you leak for him.

“Hey, look,” His voice is direct and it’s like the fog clears the tiniest bit, you raise your head in the direction he nudges you in, “we look good too, don’t we?” The words are punctuated by his fingers curling and you gasp his name like it’s gospel. Kishibe’s fingers are right up to the spongiest part of yourself, knocking into places you can never reach and you are panting into the air between us. His chuckle tickles your ear and stubble rubs against your cheek. 

“Keep your eyes on me and I’ll let you come, yeah? That looks good too?” You nod with a wither gasp of his name, in time with the wet schluck of his fingers pumping into you - your eyes lock with your withered form in the mirror and you, you won’t make it far tonight.

[ayyy-pee]

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

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

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

so he does.

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

[gojo-inabox]

screws loose (kishibe x gn!reader)

You’ve lasted 4 years in the Devil Hunting business, and that time was long enough for Kishibe and yourself to come to terms with your nonchalant feelings towards eachother.

Word Count: 3957

Warnings: Kishibe (lmfao 💀), smoking, alcohol, describing violence and fighting, slight gore (??), dead body, language slightly, kind of OOC but that’s also kind of the point idk man, kissing, weird but comfortable tension

Admittedly, you didn’t hate your job. You couldn’t.

For the most part, working as a Devil Hunter wasn’t terrible: Sure, yeah, the whole death at every corner thing was a major blow, but you didn’t mind the pay, or the people you met along the way. Sure they were short lived, but it was fine.

You could deal with it, if they died they died. If you died you died, at that point it didn't matter if you got paid - and hey, if you lived, a hefty penny was sent your way.

You could deal with the idea of death, with the idea of devils lurking every corner, your coworkers being so bittersweet and temporary.

Though, for some particular reason, for every person that died in your vicinity, it only solidified the one constant thing in your life: Kishibe, your partner.

Only Makima knows why you would get partnered with the grizzled alcoholic, but it didn't matter - he was solidified in your life the moment you were paired together at the beginning of your career as a devil hunter.

Kishibe was the one thing that never changed - alcoholic, unashamed, calm, and blunt. Even if every person around you dropped dead, even if you watched every rookie get brutally murdered by some low life devil, even if you yourself played your cards a little too wildly and didn't know if you'd come home that day - it seemed you'd always end the day parting ways with him.

The roughed up blonde wasn’t a bad person per say, he’s generally relaxed and polite, when speaking it’s obvious he has years of experience under his belt. His lack of emotion in his day to day work mildly pissed you off, but you two meant a lot to each other - you just didn’t know it.

Though most days you’d claim he went out of his way to piss you off, and that you swore you hated the man - you were mostly lying to yourself.

"This is a matter that needs to be resolved quite quickly, but also carefully. We cannot risk hitting heads with any private civilians at this time." Despite the pressure at hand, and the severity of the situation, Makimas voice was soft, and careful.

Her hands were clasped tightly on her desk, eyes barely blinked, scanning yourself for any signs of emotion. Even after working for Public Safety for 4 years now, Makima made you incredibly uneasy. The longer you found yourself alive and working here, the more often you'd be in Makimas office, you found yourself memorising her office - the lack of decorations and very subtle touches of herself.

Makima took your silence as understanding, and continued, "(Y/N), I hope you would know where your partner is? He was supposed to join us."

Of course she'd ask that. Technically - no, you didn't know where Kishibe was, but you'd take a guess. It was common for him to leave you to all the office and paperwork stuff, so he could fuck off somewhere with a bottle of booze in hand and show up later. He did it because he knew that you would handle yourself, and that he wouldn't really be reprimanded.

Simply nodding, you stood up and quickly fixed your blazer and wiped your wrinkled pants down, "I could probably guess. Don't worry about it, Makima, I can relay the information."

All she did was smile, nodding and following suit. Walking around her desk and at your side as you both walked towards the door. As she saw you out, she handed you the file, “I expect this to be taken care of before Friday, and next time, make sure Kishibe joins us.”

Nodding, you smiled and walked out, her office door closing behind you. The second you heard the click, your smile dropped, body moving down the hallway, and to the stairs. Slugging down the stairs, flipped through the file, internally cringing at the prospect of explaining the mission to Kishibe.

Once out of the building, you slouched against one of the concrete walls. The sun was almost completely gone, the night sky being illuminated by the light pollution from the city, you breathed in the crisp air. Even at night, the city was still so busy - cars driving by, people in and out of store fronts and restaurants, the noise of traffic filled the air.

It all seemed so simple, yet here you are.

The next day was rough. Getting up later than you would typically wish, it wasn’t really your style to be late, you had 20 minutes until Kishibe would pick you up so you two could deal with the problem Makima was up in arms over. Scrambling around your apartment, you tried your best to get ready in record time.

The front door knob jiggled and eventually opened, Kishibe just letting himself in - normally any other person doing this would warrant you probably killing them, and well this certainly added to the list of things Kishibe did that pissed you off, you let it be, walking right past him into your bedroom to grab your blazer.

“Ready yet?” Kishibe calmly asked, watching you scramble to slide the blazer on, all while scanning the living room for your watch.

“Yeah one sec.” Trailing off to find it, Kishibe shifted into your kitchen, rummaging through your liquor cabinet to fill up his flask . Again, another thing to add to the list, but you certainly couldn’t be bothered.

Finishing up, the pair of you headed out the door and down to his car. Kishibe had the grace to drive you basically everywhere, after 4 years it was basically his love language to say, ‘Hey I don’t hate you’, just as you let him raid your liquor cabinet as he pleases.

As both of you hopped into his car, he leaned over to pop open the glove box, pulling out two brand new cigarette boxes.

Handing you one, you smiled, “Thanks, you didn’t have to.” Kishibe didn’t say anything back. He didn’t mind. Though both of you knew you’d end up sharing a cigarette anyways.

The drive wasn’t too long; you gave Kishibe a brief overview of the situation, explaining the devil and the precautions you’d have to take to not interfere with the private sector's work.

Honestly you doubted he listened, but it was your job, so you explained anyway, “The devil has just recently appeared, he seems rather weak, it’s just he’s awfully clever. Private hunters attempted to kill it two days ago, and they’re going to try again tomorrow, so we better deal with it today.”

“Or else Makima gets pissed.” Kishibe scoffed, flicking his cigarette out of the window. The drive continued in silence.

The two of you stood on the sidewalk of a, almost, dead city street, everything was grey it seemed. Modern architecture sucked. Gazing up at the building the Public Safety Devil Hunters got a report about, it was an older office building.

The pair of you walked in, silence basking yourself and the lobby of the building. Nothing felt wrong - not yet at least - there was no signs of any disturbance in recent years. Dust was everywhere, on every surface and in the air. The wooden floors creaked with every step, you found yourself turning to the back of the receptionist desk, looking at the reminders of the past.

“When I was a kid, my dream job was actually being a receptionist.” You stated, smiling at the loose notepads and office supplies. Kishibe’s brows knitted together in confusion, you continued, “Sitting on your ass all day and writing paperwork for a decent paycheck? It sounded appealing. Then I did it while in college.”

“Didn’t work out?” Kishibe humoured you. He always did, he loved your rambling. Rounding back around the desk, the two of you turned the corner to wander down a main hallway.

The hallway was long, and dark, dust particles visible as they floated in the rays of sunlight peering through the few windows - most of which were boarded up. Despite the status as being abandoned, the halls were decently clean.

You scoffed, scanning the hallway and peering into each door you passed. “It was okay work. Money wasn't bad. I just didn’t find any thrill in doing paperwork.”

“From paperwork to devil hunting. Huh.” Kishibe chuckled, rolling your eyes as you shoved him a little.

Laughing, you continued, “You can’t act like my job now isn’t still 75% paperwork, because someone doesn’t wanna do their job.”

Kishibe let a smirk pull through, he couldn’t help that your laugh was rather contagious. It was a rather mundane and meaningless conversation, but he didn’t mind. It wasn’t often devil hunters got to have a normal conversation.

As Kishibe pondered his comeback to your comment, you both stopped dead in your tracks, feeling a presence weight on both of you. Your hand met your waist, grabbing at your weapon and holding it firmly, Kishibe doing the same.

Peering into the room you had stopped in front of, you were quick to spot a body laying in the centre of the room. It was a woman, from what you knew most likely a private devil hunter, though she was dressed in the same attire as both yourself and Kishibe.

Looking around the room for an enemy, you stepped closer to the woman. Her body was almost completely devoid of all moisture; face was ashy, lips chapped and cracking painfully, eyeballs shrivelled and almost nonexistent. Her hair was crisp, thin, and looked like it was missing in chunks.

Littered with bruises, cuts and scratches, she didn’t go down without a fight. Furrowing your brows in confusion, ‘Where is the devil, then?’ Kishibe shared your mental sentiment with his body language, staying almost completely still whilst peering around the room.

After a few moments, you felt that feeling go away. This was definitely the work of a devil, but it seemed unlikely that the devil was still here with you right now. A hand placed itself upon your shoulder, you sighed, turning to face Kishibe and hopelessly continue the survey of the building.

That wasn’t Kishibe.

Almost immediately upon turning around and coming face-to-face with some grotesque devil, you were slammed across the room, back hitting hard against the wall. The devil let out a rather annoyed giggle, trying it’s best to contain its laughter.

That shit hurt, you probably knocked through at least 5 desks, and you scrambled up out of the dent that your body had made into the wall. Kishibe hadn’t even attempted to check on you, immediately making work of fighting the devil - he knew you were fine.

It wasn’t hard for Kishibe and yourself to get into a flow while in battle, once you picked yourself up, you joined in. Kishibe and yourself taking turns at attacking the enemy, confusing it, as it didn’t know who to hit at. You both dodged its attacks, as they were rather repetitive.

You took your own turns at chopping some of the limbs of the devil off. The devil shrieked, frustrated that it was loosing this battle so quickly. It hastily picked up office furniture and flung it around, hoping it hit one of you.

Before you knew it, Kishibe grunted rather loudly, snapping your head you watch him fall down.

Shit. He got hit.

Kishibe dragged himself backwards, trying to get out of line of the devil momentarily. Panicking, you grabbed ahold of the devil and flung yourself on top of it, the devil twisted and turned, trying to throw you off as it’s now stubby limbs attempted to regenerate.

Kishibe grunted out your name, probably trying to get you to get off of the thing, but you didn’t listen, shamelessly taking hits and hitting the devil back. The devil shrieked again, very loudly, as you stabbed it in the eye with a piece of metal.

It fell to the ground as you pierced it, pushing and digging the piece deeper and deeper into the devil. It went limp, and you tumbled off of it. It was dead.

Scrambling to get up, you slugged your body towards Kishibe. He was fine, a deep cut on his arm was the worst of his injuries, the rest were a few cuts, though he would definitely be waking up with a hefty bruise on his back tomorrow, as would you.

“That was stupid of you.” He commented, accepting your hand as you pulled him off the floor. Shrugging, you lead him out of the now destroyed room. A comfortable silence is present among you two as you make your way backwards, back down the hall and eventually out of the building.

God, even after you basically saved his ass, he still irritates you sometimes.

Though sure, Kishibe never failed to piss you off with his attitude and lack of communication, in all honesty, you didn’t hate him. A rather low bar certainly, but it was remarkable. Even after 4 years, and him getting on your nerves like no one before, you didn’t mind his presence. Not just as a partner, but as a person.

Maybe it was you being content with your situation, you found yourself not minding his company. Sure he did a lot that made your head spin, but you thrived off of the little things; When you two would finish a job and get dinner after, or when you’d take turns taking swigs from his flask after a particularly irritating meeting with Makima, or when he’d listen to your ramblings about something that pissed you off at work giving rather blunt comments, taking drags from a cigarette you shared.

The past 4 years together, it wasn’t bad, honestly.

Maybe you could admit you liked Kishibe as a person. For one thing, he was definitely attractive; an older, grizzled man who had some years under his belt. And for another, his personality, albeit somewhat difficult, was rather endearing, especially when you stayed around longer than he expected, and especially when he realised you weren’t going anywhere.

Kishibe liked you too, in his own ass-backwards way - well you assumed.

"Don't make me think I wasted my time training you." The grizzled man said, taking a chug of his silver flask.

The sky was dim, oranges and pinks painting the west sky, a cascading light shifted the darkness and shadows of the buildings and street lights - the sun was setting.

The two of you had made your way to Kishibes car, calling Makima and alerting her to the elimination of the devil. Rummaging through his glove box, you pulled out a bandage to apply to Kishibes mild wound. It would do for now, you knew he wouldn’t go to the doctor until tomorrow morning.

You shrugged, rolling up his sleeve, beginning to wrap his wound, "I think at this point l've proved myself. If anything I’m starting to wonder if whoever trained you failed.”

The blonde chuckled, letting you finish the quick dressing of the cut, pulling away as you finished, screwing the lid of his flask shut tight, shoving it in his coat pocket, “How so?”

“Maybe how you never showed up to our summons to Makima? You didn’t even know why we came here.” You argued, pulling out a cigarette from your coat pocket and lighting it. Kishibe smirked slightly - he was the one who got you to start smoking, you even smoked the same brand as him.

Kishibe sighed, looking around carelessly, he honestly was surprised that you were still so serious about the job. Maybe he had worked here too long, “No, but you did, I can always count on you.”

For a split moment, you caught each other's eyes, you’d maybe even be tricked into believing he meant that. Breaking the contact, you scoffed, wiping blood off of your weapon. Kishibe leaned against his car, plucking the cigarette from your mouth and into his, taking a long drag.

You could feel him staring, wondering what could be going on in that head of his. The cigarette met your mouth again, looking up, the man was merely inches from your face, intently staring at you. “I figured it out.”

Scrunching your face and furrowing your brows, you scoffed again at the blonde, “Oh? Another drunk prophecy?”

Kishibe sighed, pulling back away from you and assuming his position leaning against his car, his eyes stared up at the sky, “You didn’t have any screws loose when I met you. I thought you’d make it a few months tops.”

“That’s awful. Thank you, I guess.” Kishibe chuckled at your response. Shuffling over to him, you assumed a position leaning against the car next to him, your bodies touched as you both stared off into the sky. His warmth was comforting, you didn’t get a lot of that in this business.

“Yeah. But you’ve stuck around. It’s been 4 years and 5 months.” Kishibe kept count, in fact, to the month. You didn’t take him too much as the sentimental type, you figured he was rather nonchalant about whether or not you stayed around - at least that’s how he typically acted. Sure he had his moments of kindness, they weren’t stereotypical, but you figured it just meant he was being civil as a co-worker.

Your silence enabled him to continue, “The devil hunters with a few screws loose stick around the longest, because devils are scared of them. But you? I didn’t really get it, to be honest.”

The sun was completely gone now, pinks and oranges had faded into the night sky. Though for the night sky, it wasn’t very dark, and you couldn’t see many stars - despite it being clear. That was the downside of being in Tokyo.

The air was crisp, and cold, you almost wanted Kishibe to take you in his arms, his warmth was tempting. The temperature always dropped this time of year, you hated it.

Kishibes point still wasn’t being made, it’s not like he had a near death experience, so you were perplexed by the sudden admission of empathy he was expressing. Maybe he just finally let the bowl overfill.

“I’m not crazy enough for you?” His eyes rolled at your comment, but he stayed silent for a moment. The air between the two of you was slightly thick, his every word was out of character and unpredictable.

Kishibe turned to you, grabbed the cigarette from your lips once again, putting them to his and taking a drag, the smoke flowing from his nostrils. “I figured it out though. You have a screw loose.”

Again, he was right up at your face, inches away. His every feature on display for you to see, his eyes were blank despite his words, the scent of alcohol filled your nose.

“Yeah? What is it?” Shakily you breathed out, heart racing at the sudden lack of space between you two. He could see it written on your face, how much this made you nervous, how you wanted this to last - you basked in the feeling and in the moment.

Flicking the cigarette aside, he continued to look down at you - it seemed he was doing the same, taking in your features. “You like me.”

It wouldn’t be far off to say your heart made a terrible halt, you honestly probably had a slight heart attack. “I mean you’re my co-worker, I kind of have to-“

“No. You like me. You find me endearing, like being around me. That’s your screw that’s loose.” Kishibe stated rather bored, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of a reaction, your silence bothered him, “Am I wrong?”

“No.”

Within a moment of uttering that, he leaned in, grabbing your jaw and pulling you further into him, finding warmth as your lips touched. Your soft lips moved effortlessly against his rather rough ones, his hand wandered from your jaw to the back of your head, the other hand at your waist, pulling your body as close to his as he could.

The warmth of your bodies combined, his rough, large hands kneaded at your waist. Soft moans were pulled from your throat as he pushed into you, your back was harshly pushed against the cold metal of his car.

The kiss was rough, it was hasty, it was sloppy. Despite this, you enjoyed every second of it. It was like you both waited your entire lives for this moment, but now that you had it, you were both utterly unsure if you’d ever have the chance again.

Placing your hands on either wait of his face, you pulled away, gasping slightly for air. His hands are still positioned at your side and the nape of your neck, caging you against the car. Once again, you two found yourselves taking in each other's features.

A part of you was still shaken from the sudden admission from Kishibe, while he didn’t admit he also felt the same, his actions spoke volumes - the other part of you was heavy, you wondered if he did this just cause he’s drunk or still riding off the adrenaline of the fight.

Kishibe could see the look in your eyes, he could practically read your mind. His grip on you loosened slightly as he sighed, nodding to himself. Letting go, he rounded to the driver's side of the car and opened the door, “Let’s get you home.”

You sighed at his statement. Nodding and rounding around to the passengers side, slipping into the seat and shutting the door. The ride was silent, there wasn’t really much tension, the both of you just seemed to be in thought.

Kishibe kissed you. And yes, you kissed him back.

Over 4 years ago you were paired with the veteran devil hunter by seemingly luck. Makima claimed she believed you two would benefit from being around each other. Whatever that meant to her, it was true.

The first year or two was tough. Kishibe was thoroughly under the impression that you would kick rocks eventually, whether you’d quit or die a meaningless death. Too stuck up, too complacent with the rules, he believed your lack of purpose and drive would surely lead you to your death.

For a while, maybe he was right.

But four years later, he stood corrected. Recently, you had reflected a lot on the past four years; You remembered the first time he realised you were sticking around, the first time you made him laugh, your first cigarette, the first time you and him got drunk, you remembered it all.

Fuck. You really did like the guy.

Pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex, Kishibe didn’t say a word. Honestly, you didn’t know what could be going on in that head of his, maybe he regretted kissing you entirely.

But fuck, you didn’t regret kissing him back.

As a devil hunter, any day could be your last. It was one of the many cons of the job. Sometimes you ended a day surprised you even were able to make it back to your bed. So fuck it, “Hey it’s not too late, so you wanna get dinner?”

Kishibe looked at you with a rather unreadable expression, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, “You sure?”

Asking him to continue the night, it meant you were okay with what happened. You could just go inside now and forget today even happened, only speaking of today when telling Makima that the mission went successfully. The two of you would see each other tomorrow and nonchalantly discuss meaningless work things throughout the day - acting, pretending like something didn’t happen between you two.

That sounded miserable.

“Yeah,” You said, smiling at Kishibe, “Maybe you can pull another screw loose for me.”

[bellabean24]

Just Listen To Me Sweetheart

Kinktober day 21 Kishibe x Fem!Reader

Word Count:1160

Tags:NSFW, Modern AU, Orgasm Control, 14year age gap, reader is 24, Kishibe is 38

Synopsis:You never thought fucking an older man would be so intense until you met Kishibe

Kinktober M.List | Chainsaw Man M.List

You're sitting at some crappy bar just down the street from your apartment complex when an attractive male around the age of 34-35 walks in; his pale skin looks wonderful in the fluorescent bar light. Watching him as he walks up to the bar just a bar stool away from you, you continue to look at him from the corner of your eye until he catches your glances.

The man smirks as you advert your eyes from him and to your drink, your skin heating up as he moves from his barstool to the one next to you, “Hi, sweetheart new around here, never seen your pretty face before.” The man smirks at you his eyes low and full of lust, “Yea you can say that,” making eye contact with him you let a soft smile grow on your face.

“Mm, What’s your name, pretty lady?” the man asks while he buys you another drink, thanking him for the drink you give the nameless man your name, “Y/N. And yours?” taking a sip from your drink, you wait for his answer, “Kishibe.”

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An hour later the two of you are walking out the door, Kishibe's hands all over your body, your giggles filling the night time air, stopping in your tracks you turn to look at Kishibe biting on your bottom lip, “Wanna come to my place it's just a few blocks away from here?” You look at him holding eye contact as he lets a small husky chuckle out, “Already tryna take me to bed.”

Breaking eye contact you look at the ground knowing that your body is calling for him, feeling this rush of confidence you tell him that you do want to sleep with him and you want to do it now. “Yes, I would love to sleep with you right now.” Kishibe smiles at your surge of confidence as he reaches for your hand, “Ok then, lead the way sweetheart.”

Leading him up the street to your apartment, hand in his, reaching the entrance to your apartment you lead him in and towards the elevator. Pushing the button you walk into the elevator pushing the 4th floor button, once the door closes Kishibe grabs the sides of your face and pulls you in for a deep messy kiss, his tongue darts into your dominating your tongue as you both kiss and suck on each other's lips.

The door opens and you pull away from each other, panting trying to catch your breath as you pull him out the elevator and towards your door that is five doors down from the elevator. Pulling your keys out of your purse you open the door, taking your shoes off by the door Kishibe takes his shoes off and follows you to your room.

“Nice place you got here sweetheart,” Kishibe holds onto your waist when you walk through your bedroom door. Pulling away from him you take your shirt off along with your pants, standing in your bra and panties, “You're in a rush.” Kishibe takes your body in looking at you up and down with a lustful smirk on his face; Kishibe follows you in pursuit taking his clothes and boxes off standing naked in the middle of your room.

Looking at his body you unclip your bra letting it fall from your body and to the floor, then you pull your panties down tossing them to the side, “Come here Y/N.” Kishibe grabs your waist pushing on the bed while he climbs up to you laying in between your legs, “Are you ready sweetheart?” He kisses and nibbles on the inside of your thigh waiting for your response, “Yes I’m ready.”

Kishibe kisses up your leg sticking his tongue out and licking a long stride up your slit, stopping at your clit Kishibe sucks harshly on it moving his free hand to your aching cunt. He pushes two fingers into your tight hole, a loud moan leaving your lips as his long fingers reach that one spot you can barely reach in certain positions.

“Taste so fucking good,” Kishibe mumbles on to your clit, he continues to lick and suck on you his fingers slowly fucking into you, “Oh god I’m so close.” Once those words leave your mouth Kishibe moves away from you, his mouth coming off of your clit and taking his fingers out.

“Wait, why did you stop,” panting as you look down at him eyes wide and filled with confusion “Cause I’ll tell you when to cum, okay sweetheart?” Kishibe gives your thigh a couple of pats before shoving his face back in between your thighs, his tongue and mouth attacking your clit.

He hums against your clit the vibration sending a shock wave through your body, your body shakes the coil in your stomach ready to snap but soon Kishibe moves away from you. A loud whine coming from your mouth “Come on please make me come.”

Kishibe chuckles as he sits up on his knees rubbing his hands up and down your torso; his hard cock stands tall in between you two leaking beads of pre-cum. “Want my cock pretty girl,” he rubs the tip of his cock between your slit and another whine leaves your lips, “Yea I want it please Kishibe.”

He kisses your neck as he pushes his cock into your tight hole. The warm feeling of your walls around his cock has a low groan that leaves Kishibe’s mouth and a slutty moan leaving yours.

Moaning as Kishibe moves his hips and thrust his cock in and out of your sopping cunt, your toes curl at the feeling of his fat tip plunging and rubbing your sweet spot. Whining at the pleasurable feeling your walls tighten around Kishibe cock, “No coming yet sweetheart,” Kishibe stops his thrusts leaning down to kiss your chest to your neck.

“Come on Kishibe I was so close,” your nails dig into his shoulder probably drawing a small amount of blood. Kishibe grabs one of your hands giving it a small kiss, “Fine I’ll let you come this time sweetheart.”

Kishibe starts to move his hips again, the feeling of his thick cock snugged so nicely in your pussy has your toes curling. He brings his hand down to your clit, rubbing fast tight circles on your swollen bud.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you pull him close as your orgasm approaches your moans filling the room with the slap of his skin against yours, and you finish around his cock squeezing him as he continues his thrust, your legs drop from his waist and onto the bed.

“Oh fuck Y/N I’m gonna come,” Kishibe pulls out of you jacking himself off as he finishes on your stomach and chest, his breath hot and heavy from his orgasm.

“We should do this again sometimes,” Kishibe says to you as you try and catch your breath, “Yea we should.”

Bella2023

[tiredlilguy]

guys... you wanna know what dilf i forgot?

fucking kishibe from csm.

so... im debating on doing a bonus to the dilftober... if anyone's interested...?

[wxxpingangxls]

big men with hefty muscles who purposely don't hold you still when you're having sex together - particularly when he's eating you out - purely because he wants you to think you have a chance at escaping his overstimulating grasp. no no no, he wants you to run away. he wants you to run away so he can yank you back to your place by your ankle, before giving you a knowing look. he loves seeing the sudden shock and fear over come your face before it contorts into pleasure once again. and instead of fear coming on your face, you come on his. he truly loves his life and more importantly he loves you.

Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Kishibe, Kenpachi, Shuhei, Shunsui, Reiner, Choso, Sae, anyone else 🤗

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

Can I request something with Kishibe and a reader that's chronically low on iron? Maybe she takes iron supplements and has a diet that's rich in iron, but every now and then she forgets to take care of herself and she ends up super dizzy and stuff? Kinda just in the mood for a Kishibe comfort fic. 😅

Forgetful {Kishibe}

A/n: I am sorry that I took this long to write this and I hope you will like this nonetheless. Btw I don't know if you still want me to tag you on every piece I write so let me know if you do. I feel like it is a little short and for that I am sorry.

Pairing: Kishibe x fem!reader

Trigger warnings: dizziness, age gap relationship

Although he doesn't look like it, Kishibe is a very caring person. He doesn't look like it and he surely won't show it but what do you know? He is always there for you. And he has a way, a very sneaky way, of getting information out of you. Now, he knows your routine, how a normal day for you should go, what time you wake up, what you usually eat on Tuesdays, the exact time you shower. Literally everything.

And he also knows that you're taking iron supplements. Is that a big thing? For you? No. They're just some damned pills. Nothing big. For Kishibe? They are his nightmare. Why? Because there can be sometimes when you'll forget to take them.

But since he knows your routine, he also knows when you are most likely to forget to take them which is usually on weekends.

"Um... is there... any chance that you can get me something to eat?" You turned to look at him with the most innocent smile you could master because there was no way you were going to let him know you were dizzy even though you were sitting down.

Kishibe knew the moment you said it that you had forgotten to take those pills. But he was going to play it dumb for the time being. "How about the rest of the cake from last night?" He asked, fully aware that what you needed was something savory.

"Mmm... I was thinking about that egg sandwich you make?" Leaning your head against his shoulder, you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Come, let's make it together." Your eyes widened as soon as he said that because you could barely see him clearly, let alone stand up. Kishibe sighed and stood up. It took him around three minutes to make what you had asked for since he had some already boiled eggs in the fridge. "Put an alarm or something."

"I forget." You spoke, your mouth full with the first bite you took.

"That's why you need an alarm. Doll, you were lucky that I was here to make you that sandwich but if something ever happens and I have to go to a mission, you will have to get up and make it yourself. And the next thing I know, I'll find you laying on the floor."

"I know..." You couldn't argue and Kishibe knew it. You know that he actually has a point because he has walked in on you, laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling because your iron had dropped and the dizziness just wouldn't stop.

"You just want to make me fucking worried and shit." He groaned and shifted on his seat, placing his legs on the coffee table before changing the chanel.

"But I like it when you care." You giggled. The sound was music to his ears but he didn't let it show at all. Instead, he just wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you slightly closer.

[actuallysaiyan]

oooooo saiyan!!!!!!! what a lovely list of prompts. could i request "Feel this? It's just for you." w/CSM Kishibe 😳

He sits at the bar, looking over at you. You're younger than him, and still somewhat full of life. He knows he shouldn't even think this way about you, but you've managed to charm yourself into his heart. It's your smile and the way you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

He's been without love for some time. Been without intimacy for probably even longer. He's a man after all, he has needs and wants. Whenever he looks at you and sees just how badly you want to impress him, he knows it would take almost nothing to bend to your will if that's what it came down to.

"Kishibe-sama," you start after you take a sip of your drink. "Are you alright?"

You always worry about him. It makes his heart flutter...and even worse, it makes his cock throb and twitch. He doesn't remember the last time someone really truly cared.

"Mmmyeah, I'm fine." He rasps, taking a swig of his drink.

The night flows well between you two, but the more you do things and say things that make him see just how deep your crush is, the more he gets turned on. It's difficult to pull away because he's longing for your touch and for your love.

Once he's paid the tab and brought you outside, he brings you away from the rest of the smokers outside. You two are shielded from the wind in a small alleyway. He lights up a cigarette and then he places it in your mouth. You look so fucking cute, how can he even stop himself? How can he stop himself?

He takes your hand in his and pulls it down to his crotch. You gasp when you feel the erection throbbing there.

"You've been teasing me all night, little one." He grunts as you begin to rub his cock through his pants. "Feel this? It's just for you."

[sideeve]

men who for some reason love to see the sight of you withering in pleasure. crying for that sweet release you are oh so desperately chasing. but the attempt is futile without him. you need him. you’ll crack without the attention required.

his favorite sight is to see your bottom in the air as your face is pressed against the pillow, drool slipping from the side of your lips, tears soaked into the fabric. your arms are tied behind you as you take every last drop of what he’s giving you. mumbling something about “this is gonna take”. all five senses are gone. the feeling of his cock drilling into you is pure bliss. every thing turns white in your mind as you feel white ropes of his seed full your cunt to the brim; some even spilling out.

“nuh uh, sweetheart.” he pulls himself out, using his two fingers to catch the stray droplets before pushing them back into your sensitive, abused hole, making your body jolt.

men who like to have you on your back after a long day at your job, perfectly placed between your legs as he ravishes your cunt like the dog he is. he’s been waiting to see the sight of your dewy cunt, waiting to hear your incoherent whine of you begging for him to slow down. but the pleas fall deaf on his ears. all he can hears are the lewd noise that your sl*tty c*nt makes on impact.

ignis , DANTE , vergil , sam drake , joe goldberg , JOEL MILLER , aki hayakawa , KISHIBE , SUKUNA , GETO , nanami , toji , leon kennedy , JASON TODD , JOHN WICK , JOHN CONSTANTINE , wolverine , plus your favs !!

guidelines to request .

[animeyanderelover]

I've just recently finally gathered the courage to buy a horror manga from Junji Ito and I've gone for Tomie and now that I've actually started reading it, I just can't stop thinking about having a female s/o based on a similar concept. Someone who has the uncanny ability to make people obsessed with her if they spend enough time with her and who always regenerates no matter how cruel her deaths are by the hands of very same people who fell victims to her strange powers and claimed to adore her.

After years of enduring death and obsession in an never-ending cycle again and again, I can only imagine how jaded and morbid reader would be with everything. She has fully embraced her cursed existence at this point because there is literally nothing she can do about it so at this point she has turned it all into a game. Every time someone else falls for her, she's basically playing the 'what Yandere type are you going to be?' in her head as she has seen it all. She has seen the possessive, the obsessive, the delusional, the overprotective, the clingy, the submissive and dominant, the worshippers and the sadists.

Reader can only sit back and watch with a mixture of pity and amusement in her heart as her newest victim is molded into another obsessive freak that she will live with and indulge their every whim for as long until they snap and she will die yet another death at the hands of her supposed lover.

There are a few worlds where I think such a reader would be especially interesting to let loose (by the way, there are spoilers for Chainsaw Man if you are an anime only):

In Hunter x Hunter I have two headcannons for a Tomie reader. Either she has a Nen ability. Considering that her mere presence would twist and change everyone's emotions as well as considering her regeneration abilities and other things she can do with her body, she'd either be in possession of two nen types which would be Transmutation and Manipulation or she would be a Specialist

The headcannon I consider to be far more intriguing though would be if reader would be a humanoid creature who originated from the Dark Continent but somehow found her way to the Known World. Imagine the Hunter Association or the Known World Government finding out about your existence and hiring skilled Hunters and assassins to track you down and murder you before your abilities could cause any panic.

Imagine Chrollo and the Phantom Troupe catching wind of the situation that is currently being hidden from public. Chrollo, who would be instantly intrigued to track you down and see for himself what a creature from the Dark Continent is capable of and who would keep you as his most priced treasure the moment the troupe has finally found you after searching for you for a long time. Who has to share with the rest of the Phantom Troupe as your mere presence eventually gets to them too, to some sooner than to others and who notices your mild surprise that they actually work together insted of slaughtering each other, something you must be used to seeing. Chrollo, who shares with you experiences in the Known World and adores listening to your stories about the Dark Continent where you were born.

To make it even more interesting, let's assume that you are caught and kept around the time Hisoka has infiltrated the Troupe. Hisoka, the only member Chrollo doesn't trust to leave you alone and neither do any of the other members. There are usually at least two other spiders with you when Hisoka is around but the clown takes it with slightly infuriated amusement as he gives brief glances in your direction, patiently waiting for the day where he can keep you for himself. He has to give it to Chrollo after all, the man knew just how special you'd be when he decided to go after you. He can't wait to steal you away right under the nose of the criminal~

Another possible scenario would be that the Zoldyck Family is hired to hunt you down and capture you as they were informed that you are akin to an immortal being. Imagine Illumi spending months tracking you down and successfully capturing you, though that is only because you do not resist when he finds you, only to never hand you over to the government. Instead he keeps you, black eyes staring fascinated at you whenever he sees you, his cold skin tingling whenever he touches yours, his chest clenching with a sensation he can't quite grasp. He only knows one thing though. That he needs more of whatever it is he feels when he sees you and touches you.

I've already explored this world with a Tomie reader before in this post but Jujutsu Kaisen would literally be perfect because reader could literally be the enbodiment of the curse of obsession which could be used to explain her immortality. No matter how many times she is killed or even exorcised, she will be reborn for as long as people obsess over someone else, no matter how superficial or deep their feelings really are.

Suguru would be an interesting choice that I didn't talk about in the Hc's I linked since he uses Cursed Spirit Manipulation to control curses. The question would be though whether or not Suguru would be able to exorcise and consume you to enable him to gain control over you and summon you at any given time he wishes. Ironically enough a relationship with you in a scenario where you would be a curse would probably be better for you than if you were human since Suguru doesn't look down on you nor would he judge you for your nature as it is the negative emotions of humans from which you were created. You have shared with him some stories of the past where you were murdered from non-sorcerers when they lost control due to your powers and it only fawns his hatred against the monkeys. There are always sweet promises whispered into your ears that he'll never hurt you like they did and you can only wait half-interested whether or not he will remain true to those words.

We could also go way back in time to the Heian Era and simply crown you as the Queen of Curses who stood by Sukuna's side as obsession over someone else is as ancient as the concept of love in all its twisted and radiant forms itself. For a curse to be so strong that it can even influence other curses would stir Sukuna's interest, though he never expected to fall under your spell himself. He is somewhat displeased that his resistance is that weak as he has had multiple women warming his bed before he consumed them and enjoyed their flesh yet he knows that you are a being that will be reborn even if he kills you. Now that you have done it and seduced him though, he'd much rather have you pay the price for it. From now on you shall be his queen. When he is sealed away, you go into hiding. You feel no deep grief in the centuries that follow, though Sukuna has certainly been more memorable than the thousands of other people that follow him, one as bland as pathetic as the next one. It isn't until the 21st century that Sukuna is finally reincarnated into Yuji's body, thrilled and excited about this chance to finally live again. Now he only needs to find his Queen again...

As someone who just recently finished Chainsaw Man, in this universe the reader could just be a devil who has the form of a young woman. You'd probably also assume the role of the Obsession Devil in that scenario and whilst you could just be a wild devil, I think it'd be much more interesting if you actually work sort of together with the Devil Hunters without being locked away like some other devils are. It's rather rare for you to make contracts yourself even if multiple Devil Hunters have willingly offered limbs, senses and much more to you to form a contract with you as you only accept a contract if you are actually interested in a Devil Hunter. Instead you find yourself often negotiating with other devils to convince them to form contracts with Devil Hunters as your influence to make people infatuated with you even affects other devils.

Extreme femme fatale vibes and interesting scenario would be if it is Makima aka the Control Devil herself who is no exception to your abilities. What would make this so unique would simply be that Makima is, just like her devil suggests, someone who represents the fear of conquest and is a woman who is always in control, no matter the situation. That would so very much contrasts with the fear you represent since an obsession is rarely something that can be controlled and both of you are aware of her feelings she harbors for you. You have little capacity to care about people around you as years of living through the same events again and again have made you jaded towards the very idea of attachment and love but perhaps it is the uniqueness of the situation that perks your interest as she can tell that you are testing the waters with her. Are you willing to play the game with her? You should be prepared for the possible consequences if your answer is yes.

Kishibe is one of the few people who you have ever approached and asked for a contract as he caught your eye when he first joined and decades later he takes pride in the fact that he is the one you have held a contract with for the longest time. Your condition for a contract have always remained the same. The moment the Devil Hunter you were contracted to would stop being interesting to you, you wanted his heart and until that point, you would assist them whenever they desired your help. Some sane people would consider those conditions as nothing short of lunatic yet a Devil Hunter rarely survives if they do not belong to the crazy kind and the first time you approached him, he could already tell why you were as desired as you were by many Devil Hunters. Kishibe has survived for as long as he did precisely because he is a madman and that is why your interest in him hasn't faded to this day. You fulfill his every wish in this contract yet he has held himself back in comparison to some of your previous Devil Hunters, though some things are always the same. Like the few other Devil Hunters who had a contract with you, he proposed to you and it isn't the first wedding you went through yet it is the first time you have let a contract last as long to the point where both of you already had a silver wedding to celebrate 25 years of marriage. You're going to miss this one the most when his time comes...

In One Piece a reader with such mysterious abilities could of course be suspected of having eaten a Devil Fruit but I personally would like you to instead be an ancient being that, according to rumors, originated from somewhere in the New World, though nothing about you has ever been revealed. Throughout history, you have only gotten yourself involved a few times yet whenever you did, you were the demise of entire nations yet the full extent of your powers remains as shrouded in darkness as the rest of you. Only the highest-ranked people in the Marine and are even aware of your existence and the World Government has been after you ever since they were established. Not only are your powers frightening but it is also the knowledge that you hold that has made you the most dangerous being in the Grand Line.

You have watched history unfold in front of your eyes, know about the Ancient Weapons and other events that occured throughout time that no one is supposed to know, know even about the darkest secrets of the Navy and know exactly where the proof for their hidden atrocities lies that would ruin their reputation. Whilst the citizens on every island do not know of your existence, in the Grand Line exist tales of you that parents commonly tell children as bedtime stories where you are usually portrayed as a monster. You know of that but you do not care as an existence as long as yours has taught you best that you are not even remotely a human, though your appearance may fool others into thinking otherwise.

I'm not quite sure yet about individual characters in One Piece yet but since I just recently finished the Marineford Arc, I can't help but imagine that after essentially centuries of laying dormant and only being a silent watcher, you finally decide to take an active role when news of Fire Fist Ace's public execution reaches you. Your eyes and ears are everywhere, you always know what is happening in all different oceans after all, no matter how much the Navy may try to hide it from the rest of the world. Though the news of the execution are not kept as a secret this time and reach ears on every island throughout all of the seas. There are no heroic motives though as you make your way. You're just simply bored and decide that messing with the Marine, the pirates and all the people who will watch it all unfold might be amusing and provide some thrill, even if only temporary. The world is certainly going to shake when they find out that the monster from the fairy tale has always been there yet those who will be exposed to your aura on that day will probably go out of their way to chase you down, pushed by their ever-growing obsession. You do not mind. It has been way too long since you've been entertained by them after all. You're just hoping that at least a few of them will prove to be more than yet another waste of your time...

[ayyy-pee]

your hc about kishibe being jealous about readers’ ‘little vacation’ with aki was so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i need a fic about peepaw like that 😭😭

omgggg hahaha when yall call him peepaw, i lose it lmfaoooo. i was thinking about this while i was working. but i got a little drabble for you. nothing crazy

i'm a firm believer that aki is the only person who can pull jealousy out of kishibe. he's someone kishibe actually respects who understands your lifestyle, can empathize with you and honestly may be more similar to kishibe than he would like to acknowledge

so in the company meeting held after your return, when kishibe stumbles in a little more tipsy than he intended and misses his opportunity to sit next to you, he's just a little bit bothered to see you sitting shoulder to shoulder with aki. only a tiny bit annoyed when aki leans over and whispers something in your ear that makes your eyes widen and has you giggling behind your hand

you two seem to have gotten closer since your little stint in the hotel together. when kishibe thinks about it, it makes sense. you both survived what he's sure was a traumatic experience fighting a devil together. but when he sees you and aki together, hears you and aki make your inside jokes, sees the way aki's gaze lingers on you a little longer than kishibe likes, he can't help but wonder if anything happened in that hotel room

it's pathetic really. he knows you'd never do that to him. he knows aki wouldn't dare actually make a move. it's all in his head, which only makes him drink more. he hates the notion of being jealous. hates the notion of losing you to aki (or anyone) even more

company meeting or not, kishibe pulls out his flask and takes a large swig of whatever he dumped in there this morning. he can't remember

when you get home later that night and crawl into bed with kishibe in nothing but your little panties and t-shirt, he finds himself wondering if aki got to see you like this, that green eyed monster rearing its ugly head again. he'd drink the feeling away, but he left his liquor in the kitchen and he's too lazy to get it now. but you wrap your arms around him, kissing along his neck, across his jaw, along the scar on his cheek and the feeling subsides, if only for a moment

"i missed you so much, kishi," you whisper against him. his hand drifts under your shirt and up your bare back, a small groan rushing past his lips when he gets to feel your warm skin. he didn't think he'd be able to do this when you had disappeared without a word with aki. he was ready to accept that yet again, someone he cared about had died

the jealousy comes back, again thinking about you stuck in bed just like you are with him, but with aki next to you. it couldn't be comfortable sleeping in your uniform, surely. some possessive part of him fights his way past the alcohol already in his system that would usually keep the jealousy down. it makes it's way to the surface and then kishibe's lips are slotted against yours- sloppy, greedy, hungry. he wants to claim you, make sure you don't forget you're his and his alone

he moves so that his body lays atop yours, wasting no time with gentle caresses before his hand is in your panties, fingers finding your clit and rubbing rough circles while his mouth latches to your neck. he sucks hard, sure to leave a mark, reveling in the sharp cry it brings out of you

good. he thinks. maybe that topknot little shit will back off when he sees it

"how much did you miss me?" he asks, sucking a new mark on your neck, this one right above your throat. he really does want to know. were you thinking about him while you were stuck in the room for days with aki? or was he the last thing on your mind?

"so much, so much, kishi," you pant, arms looping around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. his fingers slide through your folds, faster, easier as your arousal builds, your slick coating his digits.

"ohhh- kishibe, ngh fuck, i missed you so fucking much. fuck me, fuck me please" you whine. he's happy to oblige, yanking your panties down, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock and then he's pushing into you, hard and deep, rough groans mixing with your soft ones. then he moves, thrusting into you with vigor

the sloppy, wet sounds of his balls smacking against your ass fill the room. your loud moans make kishibe grow harder as he fucks into you. he thinks you're so pretty like this. mouth open, brows knitted, head tilted forward so you can watch kishibe's cock disappear into you. so pretty

and then there's that jealousy again. thinking about you and aki possibly cuddled in bed together. it makes him want to be a little mean

"hmm, so wet already. you missed me that much? didn't enjoy your little vacation with aki?"

"w-what?" you gasp, a little surprised by the poor timing of his question

his large hand grips your thigh, his thick fingers molding into the soft flesh, "you heard me, beautiful. you and aki" he shifts his hips, drives into you deeper, hits that sensitive spot right above your cervix that makes you keen. and he likes that sound a lot. he buries his face back in your neck, sucks yet another new mark into your skin before he's mumbling against you, "had a lot of time to get to know each other. seem real buddy buddy now"

he can hear your lips part, surely trying to come up with a coherent response, but the tip of his cock keeps pounding into that spot and it's reducing you to nothing but a stupid, speechless mess

"i see how he looks at you now," kishibe grunts, squeezing your thigh. "he wants you so fuckin' bad. it's obvious"

"no he doesn't," you finally tell him and he laughs against your skin

"oh baby, i know you're smarter than that"

"i don't wanna talk about aki, kishibe"

"he wants to fuck you, you know" he tells you, slowing his thrusts when he feels your walls tighten around him slightly. he pulls back, cocks his head to the side before he looks down between you. "oh? maybe you wanna fuck him too"

you shake your head. "i don't. i only want y-"

"you sure?" he asks. "maybe i'll share you with him. or maybe i'll let him watch"

your walls clamp down on kishibe's length, pulling a harsh grunt from him.

"looks like you'd like that," he says through gritted teeth. "never gonna fuckin' happen but maybe i'll let him watch. let him see what you look like when you're takin' my cock so fuckin' good. let him watch and wish he knew what it felt like to be balls deep in this sweet little pussy"

kishibe is well aware he's being childish, doesn't care though. it's not as though he gets jealous often, if ever. this is a new feeling he hasn't experienced before. he can't really help it. doesn't think he could stop it if he tried. you make him a little crazy crazier than he already is. he really can't explain it

kishibe releases your thigh so he can lean back. he presses his fingers to your lower belly, tracing the outline of the bulge that flattens and swells each time he fills you with his cock

"maybe aki'll get the message if i put a baby riiiiiight here" he taps right below your belly button and you gasp, your pussy tightening around him again

"kishibe, i- oh my god - i'm gonna-"

he leans down, runs his tongue along your bottom lip before he takes the soft flesh between his teeth and sucks hard

"do it then" he interrupts as he resumes his rough pace from before. "cum on my cock. mine. aki will never fuckin' have you. i don't care how many times you end up locked in a fuckin' time loop with him. you're mine. only way you're gettin' rid of me is if you die"

he feels your walls fluttering around him

"yes! i'm yours! all yours! only yours," you cry out, repeating him without him asking.

"good girl," kishibe mutters, feeling your entire body shudder suddenly when your release crashes over you, your pussy squeezing down on him so hard he feels dizzy. or maybe it's the alcohol. doesn't matter. it has his hips stuttering, his body coming forward to loom over you as he keeps thrusting in and out, in and out. has him burying his face in the space between your neck and shoulder as a guttural groan rips from his throat

he just loves the way your velvet walls wrap around his cock, swallowing him whole over and over until you're milking him for all that he's worth, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white. he'd die before he lets aki ever think he has a chance at experiencing this. this is heaven. you are heaven.

and when kishibe comes down from his high, panting above you, giving you sweet kisses as you catch your breath, he nods along with your reassuring words of only wanting him. it soothes him, makes him hard all over again. then his hips are moving again, fucking his cum back into you slowly, staking his claim until there's nothing left for him to give

the next day at the office is...awkward as kishibe watches with hardly concealed humor and satisfaction when aki enters the conference room. his cool blue eyes dart between you and kishibe who has taken his spot next to you, then his gazes drifts over every mark left along your neck from the night before. hard to hide them all when there's so many. you try to play it off, give aki a smile. he returns the gesture awkwardly as he finds another seat at the table

kishibe places his large hand on your thigh beneath the table where no one can see, gives you a gentle squeeze as he feels the normalcy return, the jealousy he once felt now nowhere to be found

[seneon]

"fuck your boyfriend, he a bitch." boyfriend referring to your 6 year old stinky plushie that you sleep with which hasn't been washed in months. probably even years. he's just jealous because your "male" plushie gets to be cuddled by you and not him. he calls your cute little plushie 'a bitch' because he absolutely despises the unalive creature. everytime he sees you holding the toy, he'd say "i think it's time you switch." switch what? switch the plush with him.

reo, dot, renji, otoya, denji, orter, grimmjow, ikkaku, kaldo, yoshida, wirth, kishibe, slursagi, rin, sae, katsuki, hitoshi, dabi. additionally the uchiha + senju clan boys.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[bayaaranja]

Y'all have no idea how much I love fanfics like these 😿

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍: 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 || 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐄

Creatures of nightmares that crawl from nothing to land he's dealt with for so long, he himself bounded to those, unthinkable abilities he wields; he never questioned reality. But there's an impenetrable sense of high he's in as he fixes in your softness, it doesn't feel real. It's peaceful, he thinks that is what dreaming is.

Kishibe finds his demise not to be of devils, fiends, wars—not even of death.

images used: X | X

April 2023 - April and June 2024. about fucking time. to the ones that encouraged me to start writing for csm, i'm truly so sorry for the long delay. when i started this piece for him, i was focused and suddenly i wasn't and a lot kept happening and i didn't want to touch this until i was on it entirely, i wanted this to be perfect, so i shelved it. and i hope the waiting does the justice. the lack of works for this anime with us fat readers is what started this all and you encouraged me, so thank you for that🙇🏽‍♀️🙏🏼. writing the end of this was so difficult, i'm so sorry again this kept delaying.

if you've read the manga or watched the show, you may have noticed or not—and that i've only realized i didn't address reader's contract with devils in the previous works in this series and in this one, the case is still the same 😁 because, honestly, i just forgot about it. apologies for that

nearing 8k words. all my y/n are afab, fat and of color. Reader is in 50's. with two children. a ten and four years old. divorced. ex-devil hunter. kishibe hums a lot here because he does that a lot. he barely talks as well, that's how i headcanon him, i just can't see him saying too many things that wouldn't be from someone like him🙁 slight slowburn. a tiniest tinge of crack. one thing about me in my works is i will always inject my pride in my characters! masturbation. light sparring. spit play? pussy eating. fucking.

I'll be disappearing for a while for another work, this drained me. enjoy!!! as always, thoughts are more than welcome!! thank you💌

On routine, that's how Kishibe's life was, all the same everyday. Even in the unusual situations with his job, all the same as well; natural. He's not sick of it, no. He's just....bored. Sure, he gets laid most of the time, but that, too, was routine. Funny thing to say for an old man like him, who has nothing going on in his life, on purpose, chooses to be.

Though just to say the least, he's quite getting sick of the boredom. But he doesn't do anything about it, there was nothing to come across his mind. So instead, his fate did it for him.

Delivering him something new, and that something was someone.

Someone moving into the building where he lives, in the top floor he's in, no less. In a building where it looks so lonely because it was a bit far away from the city and only a few buildings were surrounded by the place. It's literally lonely, one could say, because there are only three tenants in it and he's already included among them--and said three tenants don't know each other, let alone have crossed paths before. He preferred it that way.

For probably enough time that one could bear until they went mad, it was like that.

Until it was broken off by you.

And what's new is that you're there standing in the elevator with enough bags that one could carry sitting on the floor.

You know each other. He knows you. Only a few years younger late when you got in the division from him. Never worked with you but still knew of each other. One of the reasons is because you're known in the division, respected rather. A few of the primes, same like him. But that is until you switched to working in the office rather out in the field, still you were esteemed. That was all he knew. He never paid much attention to trivial things anyway; not unless it was something he should be concerned about.

"Kishibe?" You voiced, eyebrows furrowed.

"L/N." He replied, voice ever nonchalant.

As you stepped out of the elevator, he took a few of your bags from the floor as you did and you didn't say anything to it. No such thing as shyness or awkwardness between two grown people like you, let alone that you know of each other.

"So you're the one living here?" You asked, both of you walking in the long hallway.

"And you're moving."

"Guess we weren't both told then."

"That's the rule anyway."

Confidentiality was the top rule of the apartment, no introductions, not even background checks or anything. Closed off and expensive. That piques his interest, just a little though.

Though what you both find odd—even a little amusing is how you didn't even get to see each other when the two of you figure that of the day you checked out the place. And only now. What coincidence, you supposed.

Of you seeing how he was the only one living on the floor, you spoke your thoughts. "...And I suppose you being the only one here on this floor is ruined by me." You chuckled a little.

"Doesn't seem so bad." He answered just as easily and simply. Any other time back then, he wouldn't have liked this, it would have made his eyes sharp and lips fell even lower....but today, he's not gonna complain.

You nod, a small curve of your lips turning up. "...That's good to know," you say and not a second later, you arrived at your door. "....Well, thank you."

Kishibe laid the bags inside on the floor just as you opened the door, "Hmm," he just voiced before going his way.

This didn't deter you or anything, seeming to know that he's always been that.....rather reserved, you could say....anyone will, actually.

And as you went on to fix your things up, you thought of the man. That you were surprised to see him, much more that he lives here. You weren't bothered by it...just surprised—rather curious to what comes next.

This was him after all, the prime of the primes. The so reserved man, so as you now find new (the place he lives at could say a lot already) but suppose that's normal for his age, close to your age rather and especially in the kind of work you both have, let alone his.

"Shouldn't this be interesting?" You say to yourself just as you folded the last bag to its place.

Something new is what you came here for anyway,

As night has come, you made dinner not only for yourself but as well.....well, Kishibe. You'll be living closely for such a time and it's always right to give something for your neighbour. Though at the back of your mind, you can't help but think, does he even cook? eat for himself properly? It encouraged you more to give him something. Be it as a nature of a mother, and who was once a wife, you believe.

So late of the night when the time has come that the devil hunters usually go home from work, specifically in his rank—a few minutes after that said time, you went out from your apartment to head over his. Walking down the hallway, holding the small and still heated ceramic pot. As you reached the door, you knocked, successfully.

Seconds later, the door opened to show the man, looking a bit tired more than usual, just out from his coat but still in his attire, white shirt messily opened and hair ragged.

He has always been quite handsome, hasn't he?

"I'm sorry if I disturbed but I made you something as a gift of me moving in, I suppose." You spoke, putting up the pot slightly and he eyes it down.

He only said nothing but took the casserole from your hands and just hummed, walking back in, leaving the door open for you to just stand there, contemplating to leave as you figured the man was much more....him than he was.

Then you heard him speak, his usual voice that was gruffly. "Beer?" Coming from the kitchen.

You almost chuckled in surprise, thinking for a second he'd just leave without saying anything and now he offers you beer. Daring to take that as an invitation, you went in and closed the door. "I'm fine, thank you." You answer as you follow where he was. You see him took out a glass pitcher from the fridge and was holding a glass in his other hand, pouring the water in it as he put it on the table just beside the bottled and unopened beer.

Kishibe was a bit surprised, if he admits so. He actually thought you would have gone along just like everyone does.....just as he does normally. But here you are now, just at his door earlier, offering him a gift you made for him. So yes, he was surprised.

Opening the glass bottled beer, he took a light sip from it before opening the casserole that stood out on the table...well it was empty anyway. It was pasta, something he haven't had in a while, and something he'd devour in a while as he was damn hungry and haven't had dinner yet.

.....He was liking this new thing already.

The savoury scent immediately flourishes in the air, putting off the smell of musk and alcohol of the place. Kishibe didn't mind, though he just went to the wide terrace that lets the wind come in strongly, you follow shortly and he leans on the railings, a cigarette already in his mouth.

You placed yourself a bit far across from where he was leaning your waist back on the railings, the sound of night faint in the background. "How long have you been living here?" You asked.

The man let out the smoke before answering, still looking ahead, "Don't exactly count it,"

You nod, looking at him for a second as you lightly chuckled, uttering a small, "Of course."

Kishibe then gave you a side glance, looking at the view again. "Why'd you choose this?"

"I wanted to be away from the city but not so far that it'll be inconvenient for me and my children, and there this place was."

This made his eyebrows furrow but he wasn't looking at you, though you saw that. "They're separated from me as I'm divorced from my ex-husband....let him gain custody of them." You spoke but just stopped there, not wanting to say too much.

He looks at you this time, not tearing it away. "Is that why you switched to the office?"

Trivial things....trivial things he doesn't get involved with, nor even asked questions about.....but maybe this one won't change a thing and normal he thought it was to be curious at the very moment.

"Yes," That's what you only answer, he doesn't ask more and just looked away from you. Only smoke lingers in the air, no sense of any discomfort but you're both just there.

Until you spoke again, "I'll be off now, good night." You bid as you crossed your arms over your robes and stood up straight before walking. You only hear him hum as you did.

It was the beginning of a new thing to become a routine.....one that he wouldn't be sick of.

As it was the same for you. Just after finally settling down, your new abode made, you began to get more comfortable in the place. That meant with your neighbour. Well, maybe not so much but just enough to give him what you cook when you have time to make such meals at night. Just enough to let yourself in his place as every time you brought him something. Always in the terrace, the man will always smoke and drink his beer or just from his flask, and you'd just be there, not talking of anything but work, at least after a few nights then you both began speaking of said work, all the ordeals you go through...but still words were only kept short and few.....and just only that.

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Stacked papers in your hands piled up on your arms as you're in the elevator, just walking out of it when it reaches your floor. Just as you're halfway in the hallway, Kishibe walks out of his place and he stops when he sees you, looks at his watch then back to you, not even fazed with the countless papers you have.

This makes you chuckle, slowing down. "Yes, my office was quite busy this afternoon because of the new recruits and what happened in the city." You spoke, Kishibe barely tuts his head, knowing how paperworks after hunting, its casualties and much more that comes with it—can be a bitch.

Figuring that with how late it is and the fact the man has been getting his dinner from what you've been giving him lately—you asked simply. "Are you getting dinner?"

That and maybe getting laid, he's had a damn day after that shit happened in the city. But maybe not tonight after all.

Kishibe took some of the papers and folders from you and began to walk towards your door. "What are you making?"

Your lips curved slightly, "Harako Meshi, been a while since I've had it and my friend gave me sake, so I figured."

Kishibe doesn't think there's been a second for him to think that he hasn't liked it every time you bothered him ever since you showed up. Yeah, he can't see that he'll be getting sick of this thing soon.

There he smokes on your balcony just as he laid the papers and folders on the table in the living room. And you're already in the kitchen just after you changed into a more comfortable clothes....a clear view of you as you work.

Your space was much more different from his ( Untouched and just left how it was. Dull. ) you damn turned the place upside down, one wouldn't think this one room was inside a soulless building. It reeks of home.

Home. He's unfamiliar with that since he was young and until now, let alone of the very word.

Kishibe sought to think how someone like you could still be in this kind of life. And he thought he's thinking enough, so he turned to the view and took a long drag.

You weren't oblivious to his stare, it doesn't bother you. Clear was how you hear his unspoken thoughts, it doesn't bother you as well. Anyone would think the same.

As you continue to work in the kitchen, you thought....how long it must have been for him since he's been in a home.....to feed well. A part of you smiles in daring to hope to give him a taste of it...no matter how...cruel it was if one were to see it in the other way. Give the satiated man he knows he doesn't...wouldn't...couldn't have.

Your conscience lies in just doing something nice for him.

You begin to prepare the table and Kishibe walks in, unhesitantly bringing some of the things you made on the table and the sake, of course. Now there you both are sitting across from each other and started to eat.

"I've heard that you'll be training the two recruits." You spoke.

Kishibe nods as he continues to eat-he really was damn glad he didn't go out. "Two fiends, nothing I can't handle."

"I'm sure." You spoke mindlessly....then you speak again. "She's planning something, isn't she?"

"She's always planning something."

That much was unfortunately and thankfully known. "Teach the boy well."

"I'll give him hell."

"You better."

You two didn't even miss a beat.

Kishibe's lips almost quirked as he drank. It was...quite...good to know that there lies an agreement between the dangerous notion. Nothing but truth in your voice as you speak every time....expectedly rare in the life of you both live.

"You stayed even if the cause of your separation is because of it." He spoke, no tone of anything but just his own voice.

Again, you were quite surprised as he said that, clearly not expecting him to take any interest, let alone even a bit of curiosity from him. But you didn't show it, nor were you offended by what he asked.

"Because this way, I can still protect them without risking my life so much before and not worry them anymore."

Of course.

"You and Quanxi were a loss to both the divisions." He'll give you that much.

And you were proud for that one. "We're all lucky that they let me switch without anything in return and that you remained to shoulder all the shit."

He couldn't agree more.

Now you both are done eating, with you fixing up the table and Kishibe on your balcony once again smoking—before you join him, nothing but the distant sounds of the city.

"Hayakawa?" You asked.

"Close."

"Have you warned Himeno?"

"He's set straight to it. Screws all lose."

You took a sharp breath from your nose as you looked up at the sky. "Kind boy," you spoke mindlessly.

Kishibe just hums as he let out his smoke. Silence came in and it was welcomed..a few more while, his cigarette ran dry....and there he bids. "Good night," and you just stood there still ahead to the view and him not sparing a glance as he spoke.

Normal night, you supposed.

Work was work. Walking in the corridors in the division, headed to your office...Kishibe was there walking in your opposite direction. As you both continue to walk, no glances were made but kept straight. A few times in that and left in the back of your minds.

And...now...he walks in the elevator of the apartment just as you did earlier seconds ago.

"You making something?" he asks as the elevator closes. It seems he likes your cooking more than you thought.

You hum, nodding. "Vegetable curry."

Kishibe raises his brow, "At night?"

You chuckle a little, "It seems so."

He just hums.

As you now cook in your kitchen, the door is left opened for the man who is still yet to come.

Then, what an odd mixture of the night was; aroma of the dish, cigarette and alcohol. It was welcomed nonetheless.

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For some fucking reason...Kishibe hasn't had sex for a while...well...ever since you moved in, that is. And he's a simple man but dumb...he knows the reason why; you. Some fucking reason, huh.

Blind. The notion coming as unexpected...maybe...but is it really unexpected...really?

After all, what is to be expected when two grown people share the same floor together, what is to be expected when each night they share dinner together...what is to be expected when those two persons have some needs and those needs untouched?

Yeah, you. You've been...having thoughts about the man, you weren't bothered by it...if anything, again, you deemed it normal...and you aren't denying it as well. The man is fucking appealing. You know you can't blame yourself for it and you don't. But of course, that doesn't mean you'd act upon it. You are in need, needy, sure...maybe even aching but you have your....yes—your pride.

Oh, you're well aware that there lingers something in the air, it's palpable but still subtle...however hidden, it's there and you feel it. You both do.

But what does Kishibe do? Nothing. Went with his day and night like his mind hasn't thought of running his cock through a certain fucking someone. He's not exactly sure of what's keeping him from doing the exact thing.

But what's not keeping himself from doing is letting his hand go down on him, his free hand loosening his tie as he sits back on his couch lazily. Hardened length straining so tight against his boxers and black slacks.

"Hmghm..." He groans. That sinful sound...that rumbles through his chest so good even with his lips just closed. Kishibe took his already lit cigarette from the ashtray on his table, taking a long drag as he continues to palm himself. His fingers firmly pressing on his clothed cock.

He let out the smoke from his mouth. Pent up heat in him almost leaving along with the smoke, staring to nothing at the ceiling, his eyes clearly seeing your tempting figure. Engraved you were in his mind, he can thank himself for always letting his eyes linger on you, taking you all in when he stands on your balcony as you cook in your kitchen. Not turning his gaze away anymore ever since his...needs gotten the best of him and satisfied his eyes.

With one hand, he unhooked his belt and took seconds to free his aching cock, standing proud and leaking already. Kishibe closed his eyes, his head still laid back on the couch, exhaling deeply once his fingers wrapped on his base...allowing whatever was enabling him to feel it as your own fingers, it slides down so slowly, the closed palm confining his cock so warm and good, what he has been depriving of.

Your hands....your hands that moves fluidly when you handle your cooking, his mind flashing him visions that your hands are on his cock whenever he's there in your balcony.

Kishibe takes another long drag as he continues to suffocate his cock, still so slow, up and down, a strained groan this time as he slowly let out the smoke, eyes still closed. Feeling your hand go a bit fast now. Sweat and pre coating his length and your plush skin, it makes his chest start to rise and fall now. Droplets of sweat gathering on his skin and it drips down from his neck to his chest and down to his abdomen.

A rhythm being found. Still not that fast but enough...so enough to build fire in him as you circle your closed palm on him up and down, all while you run your thumb on his tip every time.

.....The fuck you do to him...penting him up just by watching you cook there...a humanly ritual...a domestic act...one he was barely familiar of and he's getting all hot about it. The cigarette he takes is blameless for it, but what he's familiar of humanly ritual...is need.

And what he needs is release.

Kishibe's throat strains as he hums….an animalistic growl as the ministrations on his cock continues. The pace still the same but filling in his peak slowly, and he likes it that way. Just as how the alcohol he drinks burn slowly in him. He savours it each and every time, just like right now, Kishibe feels you take your sweet time fisting him hard and steady. His tip continuously leaking, leaking more each time the pads of your fingers would go over his tip and press on it.

He held his cigarette with two fingers as that same hand reached out to get his glass on the table. Taking a drink of his whiskey as your hand never stops on him. Fucking hell...that flaring smoke of his cigarette, the alcohol, the burning waves from his straining cock, it engulfs him, enough...more than enough to send any being into euphoria. Deep and long groans rumbles from him as he feels it all, his throat and all the way down, burns. Clenching him.

However he was drowning in fire already, however enough it was...he wants more...he wants more than your hand. So what he does is grab the crown of your head and make you take his cock into your mouth, fingers gripping your hair to guide you in. Lips sliding against his thick and long length, tongue flat above him, the walls of your mouth and the end of your throat. "Fuck." Kishibe growls, the glass got put down on the table too hard that it might have cracked, his cigarette almost falling from his fingers.

Gurgled sounds vibrates through him and he hears it, he hears you. His grip on your hair strong as ever so as to keep the pace going, fast and hard, he assaults your mouth, his drips spilling to your tongue, down to your throat. His peak long gone from burning tantalizingly slow and turned to wildfire, overflowing, his hips now twitching, rising to make the pressure he gets in your mouth stay. Kishibe feels your breath going away as he doesn't let you breathe but just continues to hold your hair so tight, still making you take him. He can't lose his end...so whatever what was left in him is now gone as he moves his hips to fuck your mouth better. Slowly he does while he makes yours only faster and harder if it's still possible.

"Mhmgr fuck..." His growling sounds never stops as it continues, his hips slapping to you, abusing your mouth with his cock again and again. It didn't take much longer for him to see his release; all of him strongly clenched as his cock stilled in you, reaching the end of your throat, he feels it go down while his cum flows in you. The cigarette on his fingers now being crushed in his hand as he closed his fist so tight, the burning pain on his skin was nothing as he stays in his high, cock flinching in you while his lower body continues to slowly move against you to feel it all.

"Mgrhm…” It's what echoed in his walls continuously, his chest slowly comes down from its rising and falling, shirt soaked with sweat, hair falling with droplets of it as well.

"Kishibe."

He hears you call out to him from your kitchen. Dead eyes, he looks to you. "I think you wasted your cigarette." You nod to his cigarette on his hand...and as he now noticed, realized—it was crushed by his strongly closed fist, burning his skin once more. Kishibe opened his hand, showing his long before scarred flesh now freshly tainted...bits of its remains falling...because he was thinking of having your hand on his cock and fucking your mouth last night when he was only doing it by himself.

His thoughts long left to ashes the moment he stood in your balcony once again this night.

He needs to end this. He will have you soon.

Anticipation fills you. You know one way or another something will happen, you don't know when but you know it's hanging on by a thread...it has your heart racing...and your cunt beating.

The air of the night was fucking thick as you eat together.

And it's getting thicker with each passing second as the morning comes. It had to be fucking Saturday, where it's both your day off. But thankfully...as fucked up as it's sounds, you'd be luckily distracted as your two children will come over in the afternoon. And hopefully, he won't be in his place or anything to not cross paths with him today. The last thing you want right now is to see him at the moment...some part of you knows that if you do—it would be not too different from your thoughts.

But even that, of course...us creatures are nothing to the will of time; just another words to say it ended how one would normally expect. Bumping into each other...well, not exactly that, maybe worse than it. With him walking into your place with your two children walking in front of him.

The moment you heard a heavy footsteps along with a light and rapid ones, your eyebrows furrowed as you took a few steps aside to see who it was and you almost dropped the tray of freshly baked cookies from your hands as your eyes met his.

It took you not even a second to figure out the reason what's happening right now; you let your children just play around and inevitably went out of your place to go and play around on the floor. Either they knocked on his door or ran into him—either way, you knew your children likes to be friendly...and that says a lot, given how only a few children would approach a man like Kishibe.

You should have known better.

Though what could you have done to avoid it from happening, anyways. Finding your composure inside of you. "Tell me they just ran into you and didn't knock on your door." You spoke, laughing lightly as you went back to work.

"They knocked," Kishibe answers simply, as always.

"Yes, of course." You nod as a little laugh escapes you once more. Setting the cookies on the cooling rack. The sounds of your children in the background as Kishibe now stood in your kitchen, leaning the back of his waist on the counter, his eyes on you.

You were glowing...he hasn't noticed that before. He's sure he hasn't heard you laugh that much as well, probably normally because of your children...something is gotta be wrong with him...no, that's just his...desires that's making him notice.

You could strangle yourself right now, maybe even do something worse, because what the fuck is his problem staring at you while you're trying your best to not even so much show an ounce of waver in your composure and you know he knows what he's doing. What the fuck is he even gonna do here?

...Yeah, your mind was all over the place and that has rarely happened before, almost never. Yet you can't find the urge...the guts to ask him why he's staying right now this time.

Instead, you fucking ask him if he wants coffee, he just nods as he took one of your cookies.

Maybe...he stayed for your cookies

You almost bash your head on the counter as the thought occurred.

The kettle made its noise and you made your coffees. "You gonna have them over for dinner?" He asked.

"Mmnn, yes," you answer. But you hesitate to ask if he'll join.

"What are you making?" he asks once more. Your lips quirked as your mouth is now close to your cup. Well, you didn't have to worry about that after all.

"Pasta. It's their favourite." You spoke. And Kishibe remembers the night you gave him that dish. He still has the taste at the end of his tongue when he lets you in his door, he cannot wait to taste it again.

Which he does as the night falls, with your children across from both of you as your besides each other this time. The laughter of you and your children...it's nice. Pasta and among other things he can barely remember the names of, nonetheless he eats so well. Lots of it tastes unfamiliar and yet it's so welcoming...he wants more of it.

Kishibe's mind is stirring, the smoke is fogging his mind, so as he believes....or something must be in your food—he's really losing it.

And through his silence with only little of his words, through his eyes with your subtle glances besides him; you see through him. It almost worries you...you really gave him a taste of it. Where it goes from here next, you don't know but possibilities, of course, runs in your mind...more possibilities.

And it fueled even more when you caught a glimpse of his eyes when you got embraced and kissed by your ex-husband as he arrived to pick up your children...and Kishibe met your gaze as your former lover did.

The mere act alone...nothing needed to be said more.

The night hangs quiet when your children goes with their father, with Kishibe still there with you. If it was possible, the beating of your heart could echo loudly in your place as you fix up the table, with him following you to do the same, it's the first time he helped you with it....it's enough to say what it could possibly mean.

The glasses in your hand clang against one another as your said hand trembles a little to lay it down in the sink, while he walks close to you to put the plates in it as well. You're both so close to each other. He towers over you, he's just that damn tall. Kishibe only stands there as you did, his eyes looming above and behind you, his breathing turning deep that it was now heard in the deafening silence.

He can have you right there and then. Be relieved of his insanity.

Yet instead he speaks, "How long has it been since you sparred?"

Your mouth has already exhaled a light laugh before you could stop yourself. "It has...been quite some time."

In his mind, what he's to do could compensate for what he doesn't yet—"Why? You gonna run my memory?"

Before you know it, you're trapped by the counter and him, the edge of a knife on your throat, your hand on his wrist firmly—your eyes dead on him in sheer stun, laced with thin provocation. Seeing his gaze doesn't change at all; it was more maddening. "You doubted me." You at last utter in a calculating disbelief, your fingers tightening around his grip.

Kishibe lives by your nerves resonating through him, they're loud and strong because of him. It feeds him. "I wondered." He spoke, still having the blade directly on you.

You don't feel anything from him but now that the proximity grants you to fully look him in the eyes, you can finally see he's burning.

The evidence is more worrying than the weapon dying for your throat.

"That's wounding." You breathe.

"Everything is."

You only scoff at his reply, before your other free hand swiftly went to get another knife of his from one of his pocket and aimed it for the side of his head—only for him to stop it by his hand that once trapped you, his hold just effortlessly firm, barely a strength to keep you from driving the blade in his brain.

Even when you never worked together, your reputation has never doubted you and that he can see now right in front of him.

"Proof enough?" You ask.

Not enough of you.

He only huffed a short hum. Just like that, he retracts the knife against you and that you held against him. "Good night."

Not now. Not yet. The burning in him, he wants to feel it more before anything.

The exchange has you falling to your knees as your hands weakly hold on the sink. A warning for what's to come more.

What deprivation can do to a being.

Yes, indeed what it can do to a being; it has Kishibe filling his glass with whiskey, trying to wash away whatever he's thinking, whatever he's feeling. But no matter how many downs he takes, it doesn't go away, it won't, it can't. Especially not when the sight of you and your ex-husband...lovingly held each other, even when it was short, it was undeniable there was.....love between you both still. He doesn't know the bits of your remaining relationship with your ex-husband, but he sees well enough that there isn't something between you both....and yet, when he saw that sight, it bothered him, something went off.

Another man clinging to you like that, it comes crashing down. It's getting ridiculous. He's gonna turn into ashes if he continues to let this burn.

Icarus' wings could only bear so much of the sun after all.

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The day is going too fucking slow and it's driving you crazy. You're at work and you haven't even had a glimpse of him in the apartment nor at work. Just what is happening to you, acting like a damn puppy who can't seem to keep it in. It has you tired as you come home. Heels heavy as you walk through the corridors, eyes lingering to his door as you pass by.

You were left nowhere but to wait. So wait you did. Your door left open—you begin to prep for dinner after taking a long time under the water, composure building up again all while. But of course, your mind was still somewhere else, your insides never stopping of its fluttering as you mindlessly go.

By doing that, it was only a mere expectation of yours for it to now actually happen.

Though a complete lack on your part, really, that even with years of being a hunter and still having whatever you've learned and throughout all the years even when you switched from being one—you missed that someone has walked in your place.

Now you find yourself suddenly dropping the knife you were washing, the water left running as you felt a strong presence loom behind you. You stood there unmoving, breath caught in your throat the moment you felt it. Felt him.

The seconds turned slow but your heart was the opposite being filled with...thrill. "Kishibe." A breathless murmur echoes faintly but he hears it greatly and there comes his rope snapping. Your voice that's been plaguing him, it finally mutes everything.

Kishibe laid his hand on your right arm and the other around your waist as he pulled you tightly close against him, immediately meshing his fingers on your belly. Your breath being taken away from you again. He won't say he can't believe what's happening because he expected the boundness when he grew close to you.

His hand on your arm has been rising up, rough palm on your skin, his grasp heavy; feeling the softness of the fat on your arm to your shoulder, kneading you there with his mouth heated on the side of your forehead. "Been too long." In a low breath he says as he continues to tightly caress on your shoulder, before going down to slip under your dress then slipping his fingers in your bra, his thumb and index finger now playing with your nipple, the rest of his palm fondling your breast.

Creatures of nightmares that crawl from nothing to land he's dealt with for so long, he himself bounded to those, unthinkable abilities he wields; he never questioned reality. But there's an impenetrable sense of high he's in as he fixes in your softness, it doesn't feel real. It's peaceful, he thinks that is what dreaming is.

"I think it's just about time." You merely replied, finding your hand relying firmly on his nape, as the other reaches for the faucet to stop the running water while he goes on. Your waked mind still there before you let yourself go in a haze later.

Kishibe ghosts his face down on the side of yours, his nose breathing you in so much before he opens his eyes and looks at your lips—then to your gaze.

He feels foolish again but he feels it more so the more he thinks about it, so he just simply kisses you now.

It has been too long.

It's humorous; a simple kiss making you want to fall on your knees.

The remnants of cigarette and whiskey you're now familiar with, you can taste with mouths being held together, and he begins with mildly sucking you. His hand that was groping on your belly trails up to your neck, pushing his mouth to yours even more as he drags it open—only to suck your lips once again out of hunger that he spills freely, swallowing roughly each kiss he takes after the other, soaking his dry mouth with you—only then he uses his tongue against yours, tangling on one another, roaming it inside you, swimming his tongue in whatever saliva that gathers in your mouth. Dragging you in.

A simple kiss.

So much for it when you pull away before you could no longer breathe—your chest heaves, lips parted with air heavily leaving in and out of you. He's no different; gaze darkened as blown, you could almost hear the growl that threatens to echo from him, his grip creasing on your neck to your nape and he turns you around to face him. He pushes you just slightly to put the back of your waist against the edge of the sink, leaning his body down so he's levelled to you.

The hand of yours on his neck slides to lay it on the side of his face, it's the first time you're looking at each other this long, for more than five seconds directly, let alone this close, gazes straight through your souls. Kishibe always looks at the person he talks to straight at them without falter, and you've seen that having him done it to you only a few times, before you both always turn your eyes away as the days kept going. Now you see all of him as he allows himself.

A voracious kiss.

When has a man been so…..desperate?

When have you ever been so wanting? Shameless; rapid, messy, strong, wet.

Drowning in need you seek. Your sex has long gone weeping in your panties. Kishibe’s throbbing cock only soothed by the tightness of his clothes below, even as he was starting to drip of his own arousal, he just left it before he took you up to lay your back on the counter after suffocating your lungs in that kiss, simply pushing off the things that's there and shattered on the floor but never parting his mouth away from you, from your face, your neck, to your chest and belly while his hands took off your undergarments below as he goes down more.

It's incomprehensible. Your fate that brought you upon him, that has led to a path of the Kishibe barely on his knees to finally have a taste of your pussy. The feeling of his mouth and tongue latched on your cunt the first second was already the last thread of your hold on your existence. That hold became your fingers wading through his hair, thighs already trembling in his tight grasp, sounds of pleasure etched to your erratic breathing.

Kishibe is not at all rough when he began—subdued; each kiss he gives, each suck he takes is heavy. He doesn't want to rush. He has suffered to simply hurry and not feel every thrum he could get. His wide and long tongue flat on your whole mound, drinking your slick with each drag he licks, his stubble grazing against the hair and flesh of your cunt.

There's no words from you both, it doesn't exist. Only flesh and unruly power that conjured from your desires. Only the sounds of a hungry man one with his devils as he feeds.

It begins to rise more, the fire your body collects, his ceaseless hunger. Your grip on his hair deepening. The grind of your hips for your cunt to ride his face. The unstoppable tremble of your limbs as you move against him, thighs barely clutching to his head despite his hurtful grip to keep your sex tact to him. The repeating shock and clenching of your pussy with each spit he threw. His mouth nor breath not once waver until he gave your end, only for him to take it out of you again and again. All numb, nerves just wildly spiking everywhere within you—pussy left raw and still weeping, throat dry and eyes in tears.

However his boundless hunger, his mouth is at least given a little bit of your pussy for now for it to be enough and move next. So Kishibe then stood up, your tearful eyes following. It remains unreal to you. His lips so red, half of his face soaked. He swipes his thumb on his cheek, jaw and to his chin, catching what drips from his mouth of the myriad of your cum and swallowed it like the rest. Before that same hand ran over his dishevelled wet hair, and simply took off his tie in one go. Eyes kept on one another the whole moment.

You no longer own your breath….the sounds you've been making…the fog clears more, blinking the tears away, the coldness of the metal in spite of all the heat, your dress clinging on your skin, drenched with sweat; there's a little of shame that seeps back in you.

But you don't turn away from his gaze. Kishibe holds it. You follow him. It took you that long to make a decision. Desirably, you accept it.

Amusing as it is for Kishibe seeing you unfold, he doesn't know how much longer he could stand to not just fuck you senseless. The sound of his belt snapping as he took it off from his pants wakes you up. “Done being in your head?”

Coherent words exist again. You tirelessly breathe out a little laugh, “Barely.” You keep cursing in your head and they're louder now as he frees himself.

He couldn't help the tut on the edge of his lips when he saw the fleeting look of stun from you once he now held his cock. “Just about time, huh?” he plainly taunts as he spits on his palm before he strokes himself.

It's been so long. And he's damn big.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed.

Kishibe swears there was laughter that swirled inside him but didn't reach his mouth. Only the strain in your breath as his left hand gave your still drooling cunt attention again, your body involuntarily tensing before easing again while he slid two of his thick fingers in and barely loosened you up for just mere seconds.

The bits of pain remains treads you on edge, expecting it to double soon. His blood prevails to course so explosively.

You both expected it, nonetheless still by the skin of teeth when Kishibe grazed his cock in. Your walls a soaked and snug furnace, barely halfway—"Fucking,” he trailed off in a mutter, the fingers of his left hand digging on your thigh, the other lightly choking your throat. Each trudge he makes fill the fullness of your cunt takes. It's plain insanity.

“Just about time, huh?” You get back, barely.

Kishibe's laugh is at last freed. It really is madness. It was just an air of laugh, teeth shown; it was priceless. One that you beheld before he just plunges in with no more room left for hesitation. “You fucking—” you growled after he slammed into you, your sudden glare sharply closing as your body took in that shocking goodness against the pain.

“This is nothing yet.”

It is.

It was.

But once again when he began, it's slow and kept. The sting that drags melts more to tight fondling sensations from every thrust he pushes deep in your pussy. You didn't think you would have had a cock fuck you to be this staggering, render you brainless—or more so believe it that's it now happening after having……fantasized of it. Kishibe's cock feeds your pussy so well. You keep him in too well. Soon then again, his abilities are not held back and it's just quite pitiful how you're holding back to not just already break and cum for the nth time. It doesn't matter to him, not really—he wants nothing more than to wring you empty for him.

That's just what he does. He let it go by unsaid as he kept fucking you, making you break no sooner. Your mind barely comprehends he's kissing you as your cum spills and he's still ramming again and again, not making you ride your high, letting his drool make a mess on your mouth again.

You don't stop him however, nor you could in your state. And when he reaches his first end, how is it still possible you break more? Kishibe's left hand holding a death grip on the edge of the counter above your head once he stilled deep inside you, his pulsing cock floods your pussy of his cum. Much of it. He'll be moulding you to a greedy creature in no time, meeting his own ruin. Eyes mirroring too clearly upon one another. You're far gone than you'd have thought you'd be with him, and you don't want to ever go back.

Kishibe has long made that decision before he invaded your home tonight.

The high strongly lingers, still burrowing himself in you before he slowly moves and relives that beating high again. Thick drools of hotness webs in your walls that keeps you full even as he pulls out entirely and seeps out from your folds.

Heats still raging and barely satiated after having much of it.

Your kitchen is a mess and reeking of sex. He takes you standing and bent over the counter after, easily holding you up as he railed you like so, drenching your cunt again with his cum. Keeping his prowess in his wield, when he just carried you to your living room after and had you on his lap as he sat on a couch. Your clothes finally ripped off of you and had you bare as you rode him while he watched and felt the glory. Remnants of your sex left on the couch when he took yourselves to your bedroom, taking you again with your face buried in the sheets, back arched for him as he fucked you from behind. And when you both break again, he doesn't stop, instead loomed himself over your back and still delved his cock in and out endlessly while cum flows out messily, your loud moans strained from his hand squeezing your throat and head deep on the bed. Even as the dawn rises, Kishibe remains.

No end in sight.