#kishibe chainsaw man fluff

[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."

[kentophilia]

contains: FLUFF, non-sexual nudity, banter, established relationship, pet names, gender neutral reader, another drabble that's a little selfship coded; word count: 1.2k

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kishibe was a man of habit. his workdays consisted of getting up at 7:00 (maybe 7:30 if he was really hungover), get ready and be out the door by 8:00 to start his monotonous workday at 9:00 sharp. clocking out at 5:00 to trudge to some shady, rundown bar and drink until the clock struck 3:00am and stumble home to crash on the couch. rinse and repeat.

but ever since you stepped into his routine-clad life, you turned him into a different man. he now stayed longer in bed with you, enjoyed a nutritious breakfast instead of just coffee and a cigarette from the corner store before work. he came home just in time for dinner to be ready, the smell filling his nostrils. excitement to see you would make his heart skip a beat.

for a relationship that started out purely physical to cure the old man’s loneliness after his divorce, you slowly but surely made a space for yourself in his heart. you melted his harsh and cold exterior personality and planted a bud of tenderness that slowly started to bloom. and while you felt like a nuisance in the beginning, he couldn't live without you now since his life would be incomplete. he'd never admit to that, though.

one particular night, you invited him to go through your night time routine together. he looked at you with a raised brow but your honeyed voice and pleads eventually convinced him.

it started with a nice hot shower, washing off the day. he had taken showers with you before but this time felt different. it was like time had slowed down. he enjoyed the way the water loosened his sore muscles, the way your hands gently massaged the shampoo and bodywash onto him, how careful you were applying the cleanser to his face not not get anything in his eyes or mouth (he did get shampoo in his eye, but he would never tell you that). he would do the same for you, making sure to press his lips against your skin every so often.

kishibe learned to be gentle for you. he knew he was a brute sometimes but he held you and treated you like the most fragile little thing. he also knew that sweet words weren't his forte, so he opted to show his feelings through touches. with every little kiss, there was a quiet “i love you” etched into your skin.

you dried each other off, staying naked in comfort while brushing your teeth. you squirted some lotion onto your hands before turning to him. your partner looked at you with raised brows. “you gonna oil me up now or what?” he teased, relishing in the soft laugh that escaped you.

“no silly. while i’d love to see you oiled up for me one day, i just wanna take care of you,” you uttered, shushing kishibe as he opened his mouth to protest, “you don't really take care of yourself other than the bare minimum and you always think it's silly of me to use all of these things so i wanna show you what it feels like to be pampered.”

your partner opened and shut his mouth like a fish before giving an affirmative “alright, do your worst” as the green light.

you started working the lotion into his chest with gentle pressure, moving onto his arms. he felt like he was on cloud nine, especially when you moved onto his back to massage the lotion in. he let out a relieved groan when you put pressure onto his shoulders, gently working at the knots in his back. you smiled when you saw his eyes closed in the mirror, feeling accomplished in getting him to wind down. you quickly moved on to his legs and feet, relishing in the way he let himself relax around you, looking at him with utmost love and tenderness and seeing him reciprocate it. you put some on his hands as well, working out any tension and pressing a kiss to every knuckle.

once he was all lotioned up, you allowed him to do the same to you, scolding him when his hands started to wander with other intentions. you wrapped a towel around his waist and one around you as turned to the small cabinet next to his sink. (yes, his sink. you moved in with him after half a year. you stayed at his place most of the time anyways so he convinced you to end your lease and live with him and he never regretted it once.)

you hummed a little melody, picking out your nighttime skincare. his large hands settled on your hips as he looked over your shoulder to see a small selection of creams and serums on the counter. “what's all that?” he inquired, genuine curiosity shining through in his tired voice.

“it's my skincare for the night. i know you usually don't do this and i’m happy that i got you to wear sunscreen at least,” you mused, squirting some toner onto your hands and gently applying it to his face, making sure to massage the pressure points on his temple and jaw, tracing the scar on his cheek extra carefully. you remembered how, in the early stages of your relationship, he would turn his head in shame when you would try to touch that scar. oh, how time flies.

you went through the rest of the steps, smoothing out the deep wrinkle between his constantly furrowed brows, not forgetting the ears and neck and seeing how his eyes grew heavier and heavier. you did your own face right after as well. he finished it off with a soft kiss against his lips, his now softer hands finding yours.

“thank you, sweetheart. i think i get it now,” he murmured and pressed his lips against yours again. before it could escalate any further, you pushed against his chest, urging him to sit down on the little shower stool to dry his hair.

once you were done with the regimen (kishibe dried your hair as well, naturally), you told him to stay put while you rummaged through your drawer in the bedroom. you emerged a few minutes later in a soft silk pajama, holding a matching one for him. your heart skipped a beat at his laugh, knowing it was reserved for only you before he put it on, even giving you a little twirl. you felt warmth spreading in your chest, happy that you were the only one he trusted enough to be this carefree and silly with.

you both slipped under the covers, rain pattering against the window. snuggling against his chest, kishibe reached for the book on his nightstand, as well as his reading glasses. you've now reached his newly favorite part of nights with you.

before you, the books in his shelf would simply collect dust but now, he has made it a habit to read to you almost every night ever since that one evening. it helped him relax and you fell asleep to the sound of his soothing voice. he flipped the book open where the bookmark you gifted him had been placed the night before. adjusting his glasses, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“now, where were we?”

a/n: this was planned and written for io's flufftober event :3 thank you to @ambiguouslady42 @ryomance @goteique and @staraxiaa for beta-reading! tagging fellow kishibe enjoyers @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat and @gojoest <3

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[nanamimizz]

tags: fem reader, age difference, established relationship, reader is shorter than kishibe, kissing, mentions of sex + sexual dynamics.

synopsis: kishibe just can’t keep his dirty mind from running, even when all you give him is a kiss on the cheek.

you give kishibe a kiss on the cheek. a harmless gesture one given readily and easily as he shrugs on his overcoat. you didn’t think much of it, thinking he would take your affection with his usual nonchalance and it would be the end of your shared morning.

but that’s never the case is it? things never go to plan.

you don’t notice the warmth in kishibe’s complexion. the way the haze that dampens the iron black is broken through like the sun through storm clouds. his hand is tugging you back - the apartment is warm and its your day off so you are still in your sleep shorts. kishibe keeps his eyes in the soft skin, thinking about marring the satin like skin with his teeth until he could taste the copper of your blood.

“c’mere, give your man a proper kiss.”

you only swallow in your fluster, eyes wide and lips open in a gasp at how unabashedly he handles you - tugging, pulling and holding you in front of him. his hands, warm and worn, you shiver when his scarred palm settles over your ass to tug you closer.

aftershave. mint toothpaste. cologne.

all incredibly deep and dark scents that make you shiver as well as the hauntingly hot hand that squeezes the fat of your ass - an indecent pair of ring and pinkie finger make their way under the high hem of your shorts and dig into the plush curve of your thigh blending into your ass.

“c’mon. don’t make me late.” he drawls into your ears as your head turns, embarrassed at how he handles you. you look back at him, blinking in that shy way he likes so much. timidly you nod and reach up - standing on the tips of your toes, your braless chest pressing against his suit clad chest until your lips meet his.

kishibe grunts - like the rest of you its soft and sweet, it makes him for the first time a long while want to skip out on work. he wants it deeper, harder; wants it dirty like when he kisses you at night with your tongue in his mouth and his hands holding your hips still to teach you patience. maybe he needs a reminder in such a lesson right now. you pull away and he can’t help but look at the clock in the kitchen that’s visible from the doorway, he stays any longer he’ll be late.

“i’m late cause of you. i should put you over my knee for teasing me like that.” he mutters into the air that is shared between the two of you and you only reach out to straight his tie, the folds in his jacket and the lapels of his coat. you pout, petulant and almost childish and it makes him want to kiss you again.

“i just being affectionate - you’re the one who demanded a real kiss.” he can’t refute you so he looks ahead, taking in the pictures that line the wall of your shared apartment. it strikes him that for the first time that it sucks to leave his apartment.

“brat. i’ll see you tonight. if i find you asleep you’re in big trouble.” that makes you smile, you can’t bite back the teasing comment that slips out your soft lips.

“what do you want me to wear?” he’s half a step out the door, hat on his head and giving his ever handsome face a shadow that makes him all the more sinister.

“just this, it’s cute. i like fucking you when you look like this.” he says without pausing, out the door and body facing you to close the door behind him. he stops, watches how your eyes are wide and your arms at tucked behind your back. you’re back to shifting in your place a doe out in the meadow. he feels like a wolf looking at you from his place in the doorway, like he is the outsider rather than the man that lives with you.

“look like what?” you ask, and you almost take a step back as you gaze into one dark eye, the other blocked by the door. you know kishibe is dangerous but this…this is when you see it yourself.

“like you’re mine.”

the door shuts, the clock ticks and the days begins. as you gaze out the windows and see the sun - you can’t help but think it’s a beautiful day and that it’s a shame that you already want it to end.

[daisynik7]

Kishibe never thought about PDA before he met you. Honestly, he’s never been in a relationship long enough to even cross that bridge, so naturally, he’s unfamiliar with it. The first time you reach for his hand, it’s inside the elevator heading up to his fancy apartment on the nineteenth floor. You’ve been seeing each other for a month now, exclusive, but not serious. Basically fuck buddies, no strings attached. He’s confused at first, flinching barely when you hold him. When the elevator stops at the tenth floor for an elderly couple, you start to pull away. To your surprise, he interlocks his fingers with yours, as if to prove a point. You stare at him, stunned, only to be met with a nonchalant shrug. No big deal. That night, he fucks you into the mattress, hard and fast, both hands pinning yours against the bed, fingers entwined like they were earlier, except in an even tighter grip. 

When you meet for dinners, it’s usually in a poorly lit restaurant, at a table near the back, mostly hidden from the other patrons. You assume it’s because he doesn’t want to be caught with a date in case he runs into anyone he knows from work. It’s nothing personal; he wants to keep up the image of the uncommitted devil hunter. Too busy and too insane to settle down with anyone. Forever destined to be a bachelor until he dies at the hands of a devil or from the booze and smoke he’s consumed throughout the decades. After two months of dating, he actually does run into a work colleague from Public Safety. You’re prepared to hear that you’re his cousin visiting from out of town, or that you’re a random civilian treating him for saving your life. Again, he surprises you by introducing you as his girlfriend. When his coworker walks away, you stare at Kishibe confused, met by another lazy shrug as he twirls his pasta around his fork. Later in the evening, he fucks you rough, bouncing you on his lap with his feet planted on the bed, thrusting his cock in and out of you. Calling you all kinds of pet names you’ve never heard from him before. Princess, angel, baby. 

About four months in, Kishibe brings you to the beach on a small weekend getaway. You stroll along the shore, barefoot, carrying your sandals in one hand, the other relaxed at your side. Before you know it, his fingers are between yours, arms swinging slightly as the two of you walk together, side by side. This time, you don’t look at him, instead gazing at your feet making imprints in the sand, smiling to yourself. That night, he makes love to you with slow, deep thrusts, his eyes focused on yours, kissing you passionately. 

That day, Kishibe, who never understood the appeal of PDA before, realizes he doesn’t mind it. Especially if it’s with you. 

[rinrinx2]

Hello! If your requests are still open can I request mixed smut scenario with - reader has a crush on Kishibe and enemies to lovers with it being a smut? I dont know if I should elaborate/describe it more but something among the lines of reader thinking he only has eyes for quanxi and never seeing her as a woman, so she goes on dates with both guys and girls her age, even trying to date Aki who kissed her during one mission, little did she know that a certain older devil hunter was jealous and angry, while reader feels like her big crush on an older and experienced man is unprofessional and wrong and is embarassed about it since she isn't very experienced with men? In reality Kishibe got over Quanxi a bit after she joined the work of being a devil hunter, but she thought she would die faster than Kobeni so he was a bit cold and mean to her but loved each minute he trained, drank, talked to her? and one day confronts her about it on a mission and they argue like they always do, so he fights with the reader and pins them or something? I apologize if you didn't need a description, have a nice day!

Hope you like it <3

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Picking a fight

Kishibe x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, Inappropriate language, Mature themes, Adult themes, against the wall, unprotected, cream pie, breeding implied, mentions of death.

*Text in this font this indicates events from the past*

You would of preferred having anyone over your current partner literally anyone was better than the older man who held your interests so deeply.

"Would you stop panicking" Kishibe commented as you walked cautiously through the abandoned apartment complex.

"I'm not panicking I'm just nervous" you replied back.

"Nervous" he mocked with snicker as he rolled his eyes at the remark.

You hated how snarky and sarcastic Kishibe was with you, but you hated yourself more for finding it so attractive the way he would diffuse the most tense scenarios with an obvious remark.

A trait of his that you both loved and despised, just as Quanxi did, which made you snap back to the reality. As much as you had a crush on the older man it would only remain a crush as he was taken with Quanxi and only a fool would go against her.

"Head in dreamland already" Kishibe commented again as your mind lingered still on Quanxi.

"Well continue to be in dreamland and the demon will kill you and you'll stay there" Kishibe continued as he now walked ahead of you.

"Why do you always have to say things like that, you know how I feel about ... dying" you replied back, now with an air of worry in your voice.

Kishibe rolled his eyes once again at your worry. You were constantly plagued with worries of your death even when he trained you that was all that would leave your lips.

The thoughts of death started to manifest in your head and before you knew it you were thinking back to your training. Back to when these thoughts were scary enough to turn you away from your current life.

"How often do devil hunters die?" You questioned as you sat on the training mat.

"4 out of 5 don't make it" Kishibe replied while he took a deep inhale of the cigarette placed between his soft lips.

Your irises became as small as pins at the mention that there was a high percentage rate that you wouldn't even make it pass your first mission.

"Well if you lucky maybe the demon won't even bother with killing you, I mean a girl such as yourself would die from missing a step on a staircase" Kishibe said blowing the smoke down onto your face. That was the start of your relationship not only as student and mentor but as pickering partners.

"I'm being serious here (Y/N), stop letting your mind linger. We're getting closer" Kishibe said turning back looking at you with a face painted with irritation.

You starred back at him, slightly shaking your head as you snapped out of the memory your mind drifted to. Now facing back at the reality you were going into.

You looked at the different apartment doors as you continued your journey through the passages, noting how each door seemed to look normal yet something seemed to be off.

Just as you were about to ask about your surroundings you heard the snarky remarks of the older man begin.

"Your head so caught up on Aki that you not paying attention again" he said not even bothering to look back this time.

"What!" You replied back now with slight anger in your voice.

"Don't what me, we all know on your last mission you and Aki ended up having more fun than you were supposed to"

"Aki and I did nothing" you snapped back, now refusing to move a step forward.

"Oh please, we heard how he did you against the wall" Kishibe said now full on laughing at the idea.

"I didn't do it with Aki, we just kissed and it wasn't even like a proper kiss just a touch of our lips" you said now thinking back to your last mission, how Aki's lips were pressed against yours. You could still feel the warm of his lips against yours.

"Yeah whatever, you probably wouldn't mind dying on a mission with Aki" Kishibe said as he was about to reach for his flask.

Just as his hand grabbed the cold metal flask the flooring the two of you stood on began to shift, causing you to lose your balance.

"Shit" Kishibe said underneath his breath.

Your could feel your breathing began to speed up and feel the worry of death flood through your veins. You had been in many situations before but none like this. The walls were beginning to swallow you and the floors pulling your further in.

Your body was trapped within itself unable to move, and Kishibe soon noticed this when you weren't responding to him as he called out to you.

"Fuck (Y/N) move!" He yelled as grabbed your hand, pulling into some apartment with the door left open.

Kishibe threw you into the apartment, barely making it into it himself.

The cold floor against your skin did little to relieve the evident shock still traveling through your body.

Kishine looked down at your frozen figure and soon began to worry at you state.

"(Y/N) don't fucking go into shock" he said as he quickly flopped down to the floor starting to violently shake you back into consciousness of your surroundings.

"Come on, listen to my voice. You're safe here" Kishibe said as he began to hold you in his arms.

"You're safe, (Y/N). You're safe" he repeated over and over as he placed his hand on your head soothingly petting your head.

You remained still eyes still glossed over with fear, and heart still beating erratically. You could hear Kishibe voice in your mind, and began to focus on it, listening as every syllable hit against your ear letting it soak into your brain until you could feel yourself in your body.

Kishibe watched as your once frozen body quickly moved out of his arms as you took deep breathes distancing yourself from him.

"Why would you do that!" You yelled out to the older male.

"Save you?" He questioned as he remained seated on the floor as you slowly began to rise to your feet.

"No, talk about dying. You know what it does to me" you replied back with a bark.

"You've got to be kidding me" Kishibe said rhetorically as he now stood back on his feet, with his hand coming to his temples at your accusations.

"You use to train me and you knew about my worries of death, you know I'm scared to die in this field of work and then you go ahead and talk about it while we're on a mission" you continued to yell with a face full of anger.

"Calm down you're, you sound like that Kobeni girl the way you're getting worked up over nothing"

"Nothing! The floor tried to eat me, Kishibe!"

"Yeah but are you dead" he said with that sarcastic tone that had you going livid.

"Can you stop with that, I'm not your little girlfriend Quanxi that enjoys that demeaning tone in the face of death!"

"Quanxi?! I don't even like Quanxi since she began to work as a devil hunter, so you even going on about this is pointless" Kishibe yelled as he looked at you with a bitterly.

"Don't lie to me, I see the way you look at her. You love her and I've been trying everything to get over you even going on dates with girls and boys just to get you out of my mind. All you see me as is that dumb little girl you trained!" You shouted back pointing an accusing finger at Kishibe who now walked over to where you stood.

"Don't fucking stand here and say I've been making you jealous with Quanxi, when you're the one going about kissing co-workers" Kishibe said as there was only 3 steps away from you now.

"You think I enjoy hearing the woman I fantasize about kissing another man" Kishibe said now moving a step closer as you moved one back.

"You think I see you as some scared little girl, well you couldn't be more wrong" Kishibe said irritatedly as you back was now against some wall as he now stood face to face with you.

"You have no idea how I have thought about you at night, the way you look, the way you walk, the way you talk, everything about you drives me insane and the only thing stopping me from doing anything is because an old man like me should not be fucking his younger colleague"

Now it was Kishibe whose face was contorted with a scowl while yours remained with shock as you looked back at him, eyes wide and lips parted as he had just confessed how his feelings mirrored yours.

"Kishibe I want you to fuck me" you said quietly, barely above a whisper as your eyes looked into his, hoping that he would both hear you and wouldn't.

"I've been dying to hear those words" Kishibe said as he dove his head down to yours.

His hands now grabbing yours that were at your side pinning them above your head, as he passionately kissed you. His tongue sliding against your own feeling the warmth of your mouth against his.

His lips left yours as it now traveled down to your neck, feeling as his tongue slid against the column of your neck making your grasp out for air.

"Kishibe" you moaned out at the sensation of pleasure.

Kishibe removed his one hand that from above your head, now moving it lower till it was at the hem of your pencil skirt.

"Want me to fuck you now or after I kill this demon?" Kishibe whispered into your ear, causing a tingle to run down your spine.

"Now" you said quietly with your head lowered.

Within a second your skirt was now pulled up and your panties were being pulled down with one hand as the other was quickly pulling Kishibe pants down.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good that the demon is going to hear you moan" he snickered out as he got his cock out from his pants.

You looked in amazement at his cock, that was stood 10-inches big with a thick vein on the underside and two heavy breeder balls that caused pre-cum to shine on Kishibe slit.

"Take a nice look cause this is going in you" he said as he now fully removed your panties. He grabbed your hips lifting your up so now that your pussy was hovering above his cock.

You could feel his pre-cum against your soaked pussy, causing your to gush out more.

Just as you were about to moan out for him to enter, you felt his cockhead begin to slip in.

His felt as his cock split your pussy fold open, sliping it in causing you to moan out in satisfaction.

You felt ad Kishibe bottom out in you, not moving as he allowed you to get use to his size.

Your pussy fluttered against Kishibe's cock as it took it all in. You looked down between your bodies noting how your legs were wet with your slick and his pre-cum and back up into Kishibe's eyes watching as his eyes held lust in them.

Your lips slowly reconnected to his as he began to thrust up into you, each thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Oh Kishibe" you moaned out against his lips, feeling the way his cock rubbed perfectly against your pussy walls.

Kishibe could feel the way your pusst tightened with each thrust, which only made him more feral to breed you.

"Your pussy need my cum doesn't it" he said in that sarcastic demeaning tone that had you seeing stars.

Kishibe began to quickening his pace, as he fucked you senselessly against the wall, the only sound being that over your moans and slapping of your wet pussy against his soaked balls.

Your pussy was spasming around his cock, taking in the way he drilled you so perfecting making your claw into his back.

Kishibe could sense you were close, your pussy was already milking him and your nipples were as hard as rocks as he could see them through your bra.

"Cum for me baby" Kishibe said as he rutted into you, his cock head nudging deep into your soft walls.

Your pussy was overflowing with cock and your vision became spotty as you felt the coil in yout tummy began to slip until it finally loosened.

Hot liquid began to gush from you onto Kishibe as you came hard, gripping onto him as your road out your orgasm against his cock.

Your actions causing Kishibe to shot hot white semen deep inside your pussy, as you milked him dry.

Kishibe remained still for a moment allowing you to catch yout breath before gently bringing your back down to the ground.

He gently helped your slip you back into your panties before slipping his cock back into his pants.

Kishibe looked at you with a smile, looking at your fucked out expression.

"Let's make a deal" he said causing your eyes to light up with interest.

"Let's go kill this demon, but if you spill a drop of cum from your pussy I get to fuck more into you after this mission"

"Deal"

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[unluckiestmember]

May I please request some intimate moments with makima?

Coming right up!

Intimacy: Makima X GN! Reader

Characters: Makima

Tags: Tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, Kishibe being Kishibe, Soft! Makima, romantic gestures and reassurance.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: I will die on this hill and proclaim forever and ever that Soft!Makima is the best Makima!

At work, the most affection Makima will get with you is kissing your cheek or holding your hand.

It’s rather rare she hugs you in front of her co-workers since she has an image to hold to a degree.

Though if it is just you and her in her office, she will accept hugs.

And to make matters better, she will hold you like there is no tomorrow.

Sometimes she even kisses your cheek, shoulder and neck in between your embrace.

When the both of you are home with her dogs, Makima is super affectionate.

She will become more physically loving, not helping herself from having a finger or more on you.

And if she’s not doing that, you can find her performing acts of service or spending normal quality time with you.

If you come home late from work tired, you’d think you went to heaven with how much work Makima put in for you.

A hot dinner? Clean home? A warm bath waiting for you? Makima will do the whole nine yards.

Some nights you two will watch a movie and Makima’s reactions can range from adorable to heartbreaking.

You were so sure one time she was crying watching a war movie and the next thing you know, she’s holding your hand so tight like she’ll lose you.

If you ever think Makima doesn’t love you, she will prove you wrong with the biggest gestures.

It can be as small as her proclaiming her love for you after a stressful mission.

But can get as big as pulling Kishibe and Public Safety into throwing you a huge party for the anniversary of you joining Public Safety.

Makima wants you to know that you are appreciated and loved no matter what.

If you were anyone else suggesting weird or crazy things to do, Makima would turn you down.

But you’re her lover. So she will do whatever you want without question.

As long as you are smiling, feeling loved and having fun, she’ll do whatever you want.

You make her happy.

You are her everything. You are her life…

Chainsaw Man Requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[laceymorganwrites]

First time calling you mommy - hcs

Chainsaw Man edition 

A/N: um Denji´s part got a bit out of hand I´m sowwy >.<

Aki

it happens when you come home

it´s obvious he feels very comfortable around you

mostly because he´s finally not alone anymore

and with you he really finally found his safe person

he always thought it would be impossible for him to fall in love with anyone

because he never believed he was worth it, he could give you a few months at most, if at all

work had him busier than he could´ve ever prepared you for and he could die any day

but for some reason you still stick around

which honestly, he is more grateful for than he ever expected

he loves the little routines he built with you, it makes him feel as if he actually has a future and a normal life

and it makes him be less reckless too

cause he always wants to come back home to you, you´re the one who makes it a home after all

Aki thought a lot about calling you mommy lately but he didn´t want to weird you out, therefore looking for the perfect moment

but it never comes, he just has all of these pent up feelings inside of him and one day they just burst

´mommy, I´m home´ he calls out in the apartment once he steps through the door 

you can´t say you´re surprised, you notice the way he relaxes around you, searches your head massages and just immediately can let go of everything holding him down 

in a sense he depends on you and you love providing for him

´welcome back, baby´

you´re so gentle, it´s like each day he falls in love all over again

Denji

blurts it out when you´re cuddling

before he met you he´d call any hot woman he saw mommy in his head, it was a pure sexual thing to him

that changes when he meets you

he always wanted a mommy that took care of him, told him everything would be alright and who would be there to support him on the way

he just never thought that would ever become a reality, after all he´s always been getting used in his life before

after high school he spends a few months getting by by stealing stuff and running errands for shady people, much like he did before

but at least he doesn´t sell his body anymore. after everything that happened he just can´t anymore

he feels so broken, so used and dirty

honestly he doesn´t believe that there´s any hope for him or even saving

that´s when he comes around your shop and sees that you´re hiring

he noticed you before because you always gave him the leftovers of the day when he was around. and you didn´t even want him to pay

sometimes when it was cold he could come inside and sit down in the backroom for a while

of course he idolized you, until his feelings calmed down and he was able to form a normal bond with you

you get to know each other and he realizes you´re not some goddess, but just someone getting by just like him

and unlike the other women in his life, you´re actually  nice to him. without any conditions. just because

it weirds him out at first because he´s sure there´s something shady going on but once he does start working in your shop he realizes that you´re not his boss but his colleague

you both are equal and he´s also not dependant on you which is entirely new to him

nevertheless he revels in this new found independence and you´re always there for him to listen to his problems and support him on his journey of finding himself

you´re the only person who ever fully believed in him

of course he falls in love with you

but he´s even more surprised when you start dating and you tell him you´ve been in love with him ever since you saw him. and that you didn´t pity him just once. no, you tell him you admired him 

he needs a moment and you say such sweet things something, all genuine and wholeheartedly, he gets so warm inside and there are moments where he just cries and you hold him

he´s so happy to move in with you, start a life together and have you there with him at all times

it just makes him feel safe

he´s a very clingy guy because he´s lacked affection and physical touch his whole life

´can I call you mommy?´ he mumbles against your chest while cuddling, he just feels way too good

you´re stroking his back and head and he almost falls asleep because he´s so relaxed, resting his head on your chest so he can always look at you

and when you smile at him and nod  he just melts

he gives you a toothy grin and hugs you tightly

´you´re the best, mommy´

Kishibe

he never thought he would sub for anyone. ever.

at least that´s what he told himself

because deep down he just wanted someone to take care of him

nobody ever loved him back the way he loved them

so when you ask him out first and blatantly, shamelessly flirt with him he already knows he´s in for a wild ride

he thought you only wanted to fuck at first 

is kind of embarrassed when you take him out to eat and then for a late night walk in the park to watch the stars

it´s too romantic for him, he´s not used to it

he´s always been told he´s just hot enough to fuck, but too fucked up to stay with

you seem to be into these kind of men

probably because you´re fucked up yourself

he just knows from the first time you met that he´d be the sub in the relationship

and that knowledge made him feel elevated

because for the first time in his life he could let himself fall safely, knowing you´d always catch him or take the plunge with him

he really wasn´t alone anymore

sometimes he still couldn´t believe it and needed reassurance 

he always felt safe with you but the first time he actually calls you mommy is during sex

honestly it just slipped out

you were peggging him for the first time after he finally gave in and let you do it (he was the one who suggested it but needed a lot of time to overcome his inner fears and insecurities about it)

you always put him first when it came to sexual pleasure but this....the way you were making him feel was indescribable

and yes he probably looked like a fool but he didn´t care 

how could he when you were praising him like that? looking down at him with that proud smile 

he could always get lost in your gentle nature

´mommy, more please....feels too good, fuck´

´hm? what was that, I couldn´t hear you, love´ you grin down on him but gently stroke over his scar, showing him that he could voice all of his feelings, that you reciprocated them

´I-....I want you to  have my everything, mommy. I just need all of you, I don´t think I can ever have enough´

he first only calls you mommy in bed but his praise kink kind of gets out of hand so he just integrates it into your every day life

´let me worship you, mommy´

[starrbright]

Still no chainsaw man x chubby reader, huh? You know what, maybe i need to take this matter into my own hands: 🤲🏼🍰🍭💞

[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.”

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

Can I request Kishibe reacting to shy female crush confessing to him?

Shyness might get you far {Kishibe}

A/n: this isn't really my cup of tea when it comes to the type of reader I usually write for so I apologise in advance if it isn't good. Thank you for requesting nonetheless.

Pairing: Kishibe x fem!reader

Trigger warnings: none

With the way your heart beat everytime you saw Kishibe, it was a good thing that you weren't actually a part of his team. Even delivering him his paperwork everyday made you blush like crazy afterwards. Hell, you couldn't even look him in the eyes; but that was sort of funny because he would always tease you about it. It made you feel good because Kishibe didn't like to interract with the other agents or any members of the organisation.

All of your friends knew about him since most of them were also parts of the organisation. It never did anyone any good to make any friends outside of work... you never knew which devil would take them next.

Some of them had tried to set you up with him; giving whatever kind of paperwork had to be delivered to him to you and so on. It almost felt like you were his personal secretary and to be honest it helped you with getting more used to him.

But after a year and a half of working under him, your friends had had enough of you fangirling over him without doing anything about it. They knew of course you weren't exactly the type of woman to easily look a man in the eyes and tell him about your feelings but there was a solution to every problem.

What your friends didn't know however was the fact that you had been secretly planning your confession to him for months. And when the time finally came, you could hear your own heartbeat louder than the sound of the coffee machine you were standing in front of.

Your plan was simple, Kishibe had a paperowork day today and he always needed his morning coffee already there; you had spoiled him by always making his morning coffee to the point where he had stopped buying coffee from the coffee shop across the street. After giving him his coffee you would simply ask him if he was available for drinks tonight. It was honestly the best you could do without screwing up.

"Your coffee sir."

Kishibe was leaning back in his chair, his head thrown back and his eyes closed, it looked as if he had slept in the office but judging from the way he hadn't even removed his black coat, he had most definitely arrived a couple minutes ago.

"Thanks, doll," he sighed and opened his eyes just enough to see you.

"I wanted to say that I like you very much..."

Your body froze instantly and the sound of your heartbeat had been replaced by the sound of your inner voice cursing you for messing everything up. The words had left your mouth before you could think and now the situation was completely out of hand.

"Really?" Kishibe smirked and sat up straight on his chair. "In what way, doll?"

"I didn't-"

"You didn't what? Mean it? Too bad because I was planning on asking you to go out with me for drinks tonight."

"I'd love that, sir," you immediately straightened your posture, trying to prevent yourself from blushing.

"It's Kishibe and I'll pick you up at nine."

[bellabean24]

can I request scenario 1 from your list with kishibe and it turns smutty? 👉👈👀🧡 thank you!!!!

Kishibe x FemBody!Reader

Word count: 2127

Prompt 1: One bed

Summary: Y/N is kinda in love with Kishibe and having to share one bed with him makes them a bit anxious, So when Y/N can't fall asleep Kishibe offers to help them

Warnings: SFW & NSFW, Slowburn bare with me it’s been a year since I read them manga, mentions of devil killing, coworkers to lovers type shii, poorly written mission for devil killing or whatever, age gap reader is 25 and Kishibe is 33, rushed writing sorry, oral (F!receiving & M!receiving), P in V, slight praise kink, petnames used (Sweetheart & Baby), Tell me if I missed anything

Scenario prompt list | Chainsaw Man Masterlist

You and Kishibe have been coworkers for 3 years and to say that you weren't in love with him would be a lie. 

When you were assigned to work with Kishibe, he was how could you put this he was harsh, to say the least, he almost got you killed twice. But he was still there to save you, Kishibe liked to say it was a “Training lesson.” 

But as of right now, Kishibe took you with him on a mission two hours away from Kyoto to Gifu, Japan. The mission took you both about an hour tops trying to kill the devil. Looking up at the sky you notice how dark the clouds are. “Looks like it's gonna storm,” you said looking at Kishibe “It’s late and we're not gonna make it back in time so let's just get a room at the nearest hotel,” humming along with his idea you follow him to the car. 

Getting into the car, Kishibe drives away from the work or murder scene, “Y/N, look up the nearest and cheapest hotel for us to stay at.” Kishibe speaks up after 10 whole minutes of silence. Nodding your head you pull out your phone searching for the nearest hotel. “There's a hotel not too far away and it's $100 per night, it’s called Miyako Hotel.” You look up at him staring at his side profile, “Put in the directions for me, Y/N.” You like the way he says your name, the way it rolls off his tongue makes your body get hot and your stomach to churn. 

"Can we stop by a store? I need a change of clothes cause I didn't bring any."  You ask him hoping it would be a yes or you’re gonna have to sleep in your underwear and shirt. “Yea sure.” a short response he gives you. 

—-

Reaching the store you tell Kishibe you will only be a minute and asked if he needed anything he asked you to just get him some water and hurry up. Walking into the store you grab a shirt and a pair of shorts then grab Kishibes water. Heading out the front door after paying for your things you notice it started raining hard. “Fuck” you look up at the sky then look where Kishibe had parked the car, “Guess I gotta run.” Running towards the car, your hair and clothes becoming soaked, you reach the car pull the door open, get in, and shut the door as fast as possible. 

“Hey, you’re getting my seats wet” Kishibe quite shouts at you, “Sorry but it’s fucking pouring, and here's your water” you retort not wanting to argue with him and handing him his water from the bag. He grabs the water from you putting it in the cup holder “Thanks” A short response he gives you before putting the car in gear and driving off. 

—-

Arriving at Miyako hotel you and Kishibe run to the entrance, walking up to the reception desk you let Kishibe do all the talking. “Hi, how may I help you two today” the woman at the desk welcomes us, looking between you and Kishibe, “Hi, can we get a room.” She nods her head looking down at her computer to see if there are any rooms available, “Just your luck, we have one room available. How long will you two be staying?” She questions us “Just tonight,” he says pulling out his wallet and paying her. 

“Ok you’re all set here is your key. Enjoy your stay” she sends you both off with a warming smile.

Taking the elevator to the third floor you both look for your room silently. “Y/N the room is here” He calls for you, swiping the key against the handle, you hear a beep indicating that the door is unlocked. Walking in you take your shoes and then look around the room realizing that there is only one bed and a couch. 

“Um, there is only one bed” you state the obvious, “Yea, I can see that I have eyes too” his sarcastic remark made you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face. “You wanna take the bed, I don't mind sleeping on the couch,” you ask him, playing with your fingers. “Why don’t we figure this out after a shower.” He finally turns to you with a small yet noticeable smirk on his face. 

Nodding you take your pair of clothes and go to the bathroom to shower off the rain and stench of the devil you killed. Making it a quick shower, you dry your body off and put your clean clothes on.  

Walking out of the bathroom you see Kishibe sitting on the bed mindlessly watching TV, “You can get in the shower now.” You speak up, now sitting on the bed as well and watching the TV. He hums, grabbing the things he needs and leaving. 

—

Two hours have passed and you and Kishibe are watching TV without making a single noise, you would secretly glance at his side profile watching as he clenches his jaw whenever the character on the show does something dumb. “So you want me to sleep on the couch..” you drag out looking at his side profile once again, he turns his head now making eye contact with you. “We can just share the bed,” he says to you making a small blush appear on your face, “I mean I don’t mind. Only if you're comfortable with it.” you stutter out looking everywhere but his face. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t comfortable with it, Y/N” 

 You two decide to turn the TV off and go to bed as you have to leave early to get home. 

—-

You’ve been trying to sleep for 4 hours already but every time you close your eyes you can’t stop thinking about Kishibe next to you as he sleeps. Tossing and turning trying to find a new position every minute, you didn’t think the man next to you would wake up. “Would you quit moving already?” Kishibe mumbles to you moving a bit closer to wrap his arms around your middle. At that point, you froze, “I can’t fall asleep” you mumble back to him choosing now to question his arm around you. “I know a way I can help” he lowly whispers to you leaving a small kiss on your exposed shoulder. 

“Do you want me to help you?” He spoke up, dragging his hand down the side of your body stopping at the band to your shorts. “Yes, please Kishibe” you whine, opening your legs for him, “Lay on your back,” he commands you. Laying on your back the blanket you had draping over you long forgotten. 

Kishibe moves in between your legs pulling your shorts and underwear off your body, coming face to face with your cunt he gives you small kisses on your inner thighs leading up to your pussy. Impatiently bucking your hips in the air trying to make contact with his face, you feel him forcely push your hips down, “Don’t do that.” He said before pushing his face onto your pussy, he harshly sucks on your clit moving your thighs to his shoulders, the sensation he had on your clit has you tugging on his hair and moaning out his name. 

Kishibe brings two of his fingers to your sopping hole, thrusting his fingers into your wet hole you yank on his hair letting out a high-pitched moan, “Shh, someone might hear you,” he mumbles into your cunt not letting up on his abuse to your hole and clit. “Shit, Kishibe. I’m gonna come please don’t stop” You beg him in between moans.  Feeling the coil in your stomach about to snap, that's when Kishibe moves his mouth off of you and pulls his fingers out of your wet cunt, groaning at the loss of his mouth and fingers, he sits up looking down at your cunt clenching around thin air.  

“Kishibe. Why did you do that I was so close” you whine moving your thighs back and forth trying to gain some kind of friction. “Cause you want to go to sleep so I gotta drain your body” he gives you a small chuckle, pulling his pants and under down just enough for his cock to spring out. Staring down at his cock in shock not expecting him to be big and thick. 

‘He’s at least 8.5 inches max how the fuck am I gonna take it’ you think to yourself, “Are gonna keep staring at it or suck it” he questions you slowly stroking his cock up and down. Kishibe moves to sit on the side of the bed, looking you in the eyes and nodding his head over for you to come. Getting off the bed you kneel in front of his cock looking at it then his eyes, “Go on sweetheart, put your pretty mouth around my cock” he strokes your head giving you a little nudge. 

Opening your mouth you move your head down his length taking as much as you can fit, stroking what you can’t fit in your mouth. “Oh, fuck, Y/N your mouth feels so good,” Kishibe groans out his hips slightly bucking up into you as you move your head up and down. Your gags fill the room when his cock meets the back of your throat, your throat contorts around him, tears fill your eyes threatening to spill. 

“Don’t stop I’m almost there, baby” he lets out a moan now thrusting his length into your mouth, your hands reach up to grip his thighs, you look up at Kishibe to find him already staring down at your flustered face. With one last thrust Kishibe lets out a deep groan as thick ropes of his cum fill your mouth, “Swallow” he says stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb. Swallow his load you stick your tongue out to show him, “Good baby” 

Moving your body onto the bed you pull Kishibe’s body on top slowly grinding your hips onto his exposed thigh. “Are you that desperate for my cock sweetheart?” He smirks, his eyes never once leaving yours, nodding your head to his question “Can you just fuck me already Kishibe, I waited long enough” pouting up to him hoping he would fuck you to sleep he makes little to no movements to fuck you. 

“Ask nicely then I will” he rubs your thigh with his hand, “Can you please fuck me Kishibe” You let out as soon as he stopped talking your face warm from your flustered state. He hums in response gripping his cock and slowly stroking it again before he alines it with your soaked cunt.  

Feeling his mushroom tip probe your entrance you let out little whimpers, “relax for me” Kishibe rubs his hand up and down your thigh to soothe your tension. Relaxing into his touch Kishibe moves your thigh to lay on his hip as he moves the other one to lay on his shoulder, he slides his throbbing cock into your cunt. Moans and whimpers slip past your lips as he bottoms out with a groan leaving his mouth. 

Giving you a couple of seconds to adjust to his size you nod your head to him giving him a silent ok to move. One of his hands moves to your hips as the other rests on your ankle by his head, Kishibe starts to pull out of you before thrusting back in. He settles for a fast pace, your fucked out face looking at his as you feel his tip poke that spongey spot that you can’t reach on your own. 

Kishibe is grunting above you as you clench down on his cock “Keeps squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum before you” he grunts out moving the hand on your hip to your throbbing clit. Kishibe rubs fast tight circles on your clit with his thumb, “F-fuck Kishibe I’m gonna cum please don’t stop” your moans never die down as he rubs your sensitive bud a bit faster.  

Grabbing Kishibe’s face you pull him into a kiss, he freezes for a second then kisses you back as you moan into his mouth when come undone on his cock, a couple of thrusts later Kishibe too is cumming deep inside with a deep moan slipping from his lips. 

—-

A couple of minutes later Kishibe has you all cleaned up your body still hot and pussy still throbbing, “Go to sleep, Y/N. You need it.” he tells you leaving a chaste kiss on your lips, nodding your head you lean into his touch hoping it wasn’t just a dream. 

© Bella 2023

[mncxbe]

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𝐜𝐬𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭// 𝐜𝐬𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠 #‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚

Aki: Wine pon you/ Come on, baby, don't you hurt me anymore/ #Drafts/ Sweet n low

Kishibe: #Drafts

Yoshida: #I WANNA FEEL YOU, I WANT IT ALL

Angel Devil: #drabble

Denji: #drabble/ #Fiendish/ denjix idol!reader/ Smile for the camera

— multiple characters: waking up next to them

— short fics:

# . ݁₊ ⊹ riding Denji in the bathtub while Aki's at home ݁˖ . ݁

#. ݁₊ ⊹going on a shopping spree with Beam . ݁˖ .

#. ݁₊ ⊹denji helping you wash after a hard day . ݁˖ . ݁

[nanamimizz]

tags: fem reader, drinking, reader is drunk, kishibe is a good boyfriend 🫶🏼, age gap (kishibe is older than reader), no warnings, sfw.

kishibe pulls to the bar you said you would be at with an easy parallel parking job. he just got off work, so he’s in his suit and tie when he steps out of the car. dark eyes catch you, sitting on the curb equally as drunk as your friends -but instead laughing and yelling you were…asleep. head tucked into your arms, even from here he can see the steady snd deep breaths you take as you snooze sitting on the sidewalk.

kishibe can’t help but laugh.

that’s what gets your friends attention, blinking at with bleary eyes as they let him walk closer and closer to them with purpose. mai, you’re old roommate from college scratches her head - she knows that you had a boyfriend that you described as older, tall and had a weird blonde dye job but it doesn’t click until she sees the most recognizable sew in scar from his lip to his cheek.

“oh!” she shouts, shaking you awake and making the rest of the girls jump. “that’s him! that’s her boyfriend!”

she’s met with more exclamations of surprise, glittery and lined eyes looking up at him the way little kids look at fish at the aquarium, all kishibe does is nod as he finally gets close enough to get a good look at you. you had a dress on - a tight little number he didn’t know you had and pumps with the buckle around your ankle. you had curled your hair, he recognizes and gets close enough to you that he touches your shoulder and begins to wake you up.

you wake up with a whine - the sound makes his lip twitch in amusement and you open your weary eyes only to say his name oh so sweetly.

“kishibe…you came.”

he huffs, sounding like the chuffing sound that tigers make when content - when pleased and responses,

“you called me. course’ i came.” he doesn’t take a moment more than to pick you up. pulling you up by the hand then tugging you, flipping you around like you weigh a couple of grapes to him until you are comfortable cradled in his arms. kishibe turns to your friends, all gob-smacked and too drunk to hide it as they stare at him with wide eyes.

“what about you ladies? you got a ride?” you tuck your head into his shoulder and neck. you smell his cologne and sigh against his ear. it makes him shiver, feeling your lips press against his stubbled neck as you begin to leave soft kisses on the skin.

he will be stained with the red of your lips on the way home.

“we have a taxi waiting - we just wanted her to get pick up first. she wouldn’t stop crying for you.” hana said looping aoi’s arm around her. the girls that you know so well all look up at him with a smile ; a little sleepy, a little drunk but genuine all the same.

“you’re really good to her. she likes you a lot. good night kishibe.” the girls all walk off to the bright yellow taxi that’s been waiting and he watches them all clamour into the vehicle as amusement dances in his chest at the indignant whines of someone stepping on someone else’s shoe. kishibe stays there with you in his arms and your friends bickering in a taxi until the car starts to move and it disappears on a right turn down the street.

“they’ve been wanting to meet you - sorry it when we’re all drunk.” you slur, eyes bleary and half open from tucked against his neck. he hums, and says he doesn’t mind as he begins to make his way to the car. you are limp in his hold and you make it easy for him to settle you in the front seat as he does your seat belt and crosses the car swiftly to get himself in the driver’s seat. when sits down kishibe laughs, letting his arm be weighed down by the soft weight of your head.

“you’re clingy when you’re drunk, huh?” his voice low and soft as he turns the engine on. you make a sleepy noise, one that would have been a scoff or a giggle if you were in your right mind.

“yeah. and sleepy.” you confess, letting your eyes shut at the feeling of being surrounded by the man you love - his warmth, his scent filling you up and making you fall deeper into a bubble of comfort. a hand comes to tuck away a strand of hair that hung in your face. gently as a calloused finger follows the path to carefully caress your ear.

“rest your eyes. i’ll try not to wake you up when we head inside.”

you fall asleep shortly after that and kishibe chuffs amused and lovingly at you.

[dinneronvenus]

Follow The Leader

⟡ kishibe ༝ fem reader (private sector devil hunter)

⟡ inspired by the song “follow the leader” by magdalena bay and companion missions in silent hill

⟡ tags: fluff, angst, age gap (20’s reader + 50’s kishibe), gentle kishibe, blood, violence, near-death experience, kishibe has worked with her once before, stubborn reader, reader gets mean to hide that she’s scared

⟡ synopsis: kishibe is dispatched to take out a devil that’s been terrorizing a town in a smaller district, a simple assignment that gets complicated when he finds another hunter shares his target

⟡ note: I have no idea if there’s a hot spring in chuo city…. I made that up

“Wolf devil, huh? Only in the sticks.”

Kishibe spoke to the trees as he started into the forest that surrounded the village. Trudging in the direction the locals had pointed him to as the last sighting of his quarry, he lit a cigarette and let the sound of sticks breaking under his boots serenade him. After what seemed like a long stretch, he started to hear howling from the east and took off in that direction.

The stench of rotting meat hit him hard, the air was thick with the history of carnage. The smoke of the extra strong cigarettes wasn’t enough to make a difference. He walked for another ten minutes through the bloody miasma before coming upon a large, sprawling, dilapidated house—source of the assault on his senses.

Time for the big bad wolf to meet an old mad dog, he thought as he crept through long grass alongside the back of the structure. It was built strangely: facing away from the small town and towards the mountains as if meant to emphasize the exiled location. With two floors to the main home and multiple sections, it offered him a challenging game of hide and seek under the full moon.

Air made humid by a mixture of rotting wood and human remains pressed down on him as he hoisted himself inside through a window. He steadied himself, let his eyes adjust to the darkness, and listened hard for any sign of the devil. Bug song and leaves rustling gave background noise to the silence; a faint whimper cut through it like a razor.

Kishibe explored the home in search of whatever made that sound, caution putting a slow and steady pace into his every move. He was more concerned about falling through the floorboards or stepping in a pile of something than he was about running into the wolf devil. Stopping every so often to listen for the sound, it began to get louder as he walked up the stairs.

The scene of carnage before him when he arrived at the top of the stairs was its own picture of Hell. Walls coated in viscera to the point of scabbing, a complex anatomy puzzle created by the remains of victims strewn across nearly every surface, and that ominous whimpering noise had turned into a low drone of death throes from those not lucky enough to have been torn apart properly.

Following the sound, he rounded a corner of the long hallway and started to check the rooms lining it. Finding more scenes from Hell or broken locks on each door until he came to a one he could hear grunting through. Tired of the broken locks, he decided to kick this one open.

The sudden crack and crash pulled you back to consciousness. You looked up meekly at him standing there with his weapon drawn, looking far too clean. You extended your arm to push yourself up which caught his attention. He walked up to you, weapon still ready and crouched closer to get a better look at your face. You were already a beautiful corpse to him, until you coughed and asked if he had something to drink. All the cold fierceness in his eyes melted away when he realized you were still alive.

“This is going to burn,” He pulled his flask out of his pocket, unscrewed it and held it to your mouth. “But it’ll help keep you calm so you don’t go into shock.” You let the liquor work itself into your mouth as he tilted the flask against your lips.

“Doesnt burn as bad,” you coughed and tried to prop yourself up again, succeeding this time. “As bad as the scratches from the wolf devil.”

“I didn’t take you as a small town girl, shame about your neighbors.” He was reaching to investigate your wounds and a minute went by when it clicked what he meant by that.

“Can’t take me for something I’m not, old man. I came here to kill it.”

“And how’d that go?”

You kissed your teeth at the insult he was attempting to add to your injuries. The liquor was working in full swing now, dulling your pain and making it easier to breathe. He was closing the deepest wounds on you with a vial of liquid stitches, starting at a gash on your collarbone and a trio of them on your side where the devil had gotten a good connection.

“Not great… but I didn’t fail.”

“It almost took you with it.”

“Keyword: almost. I shouldn’t even,” you grunted in pain as he held the last deep wound closed to give the liquid stitches time to seal it up. “…Be here right now… must’ve been passed out when the extraction party came to collect its body.” You flinched at his touch as he continued to hold your skin together.

A sour look painted your face and you turned your head away from him, thinking about how pathetic you must’ve looked to have been left for dead and how much hassle wrangling payment would be if your employer thought you died.

“Be still, or these are going to pop open again.”

A grumbling “hmph” escaped your lips as you resigned to letting this jaded old man patch you up. It suddenly dawned on you how weird it is that he was here at all.

“Hey, what are you doing out here anyway?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I was sent to kill the wolf devil, alas some punk beat me to it. Second time that’s happened.”

He was referring to the first time you two had met. Both of you sent to handle a pack of insect devils, this time purposely, making bets on who would kill what first. He would be lying if he said you didn’t impress him that night. Your moves were all power, speed, and brutality that was so hard to come by in someone your age, let alone a woman. By the time the night was over, you’d handled most of the pack yourself and he owed you a few thousand yen and dinner. Recounting the memory made the right side of his mouth twitch into a small smirk. He was pulled from the fond memory by the sound of a distant howl.

“I thought you said you killed that thing.” His entire demeanor shifted. Realizing he’d have to protect you and kill your quarry.

“I-I did,” fear stuck your voice to your throat. “I don’t know what the fuck that noise could’ve been.”

The howling doubled up, then tripled, and it was getting closer. When it dawned on kishibe that the wolf devil had given birth to cubs, he scooped you into his arms without saying anything and started downstairs, hoping the threat wouldn’t be able to smell your fresh blood through all the old blood, part of him knew better so he picked up the pace. You clutched him, realizing in that moment just how strong he was as you felt his well-built back and chest.

“Pretty strong for a senior citizen…” you made the comment under your breath, thinking he’d not be able to hear you.

“If you keep calling me old, I’m going to use you as bait,” he said it jokingly at first but then he realized his best bet at killing the cubs would be to do just that. He started making his way through the house, retracing his steps to a storage room he’d found on his way inside that had a great choke point for him to exploit.

“Actually, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. It’s the best way to make sure these things don’t get the jump on us,” He said as he sat you in the farthest corner of the room, using its small maze-like shelves to force a route for the devils to follow that would lead them right to him, and you.

“You’re fucking insane! You think I’d let you do this?” As if you had enough blood in your body to stop him. Defying your reality was normal though, and you started to get up and move towards the door. Gravity seemed to turn itself up though, and you swayed hard with no control over your legs. Strong arms caught you and a rough hand softly pulled your chin up, where you met kishibe’s black eyes with your own. Wordlessly, he asked you to trust him.

“Okay, I’ll do it. You’re the only chance I’ve got.”

You let him put you back in the corner, grateful for the softness of the rolled up cloth tarps stored there. The cacophony from the pack’s approach grew louder and louder. As they breached the room for the promise of a meal, they were met with the unbridled violence of Kishibe’s assault.

“Young animals always take the bait,” he said his comment on their nature more to himself than you. “I love it. So predictable.”

He tore them to shreds in such a manner that made you almost think he was showing off for you. The thought amused you, but not for long. You were getting sleepy, body heavy from the longest night of your life. You began to drift off, head resting on your shoulder. The sounds of horror fading away.

Tapping on your face slowly brought you back to consciousness. Opening your eyes just a little, you saw his concerned face inches from yours. Flecks of blood littered his face like freckles. Relief came over him as you blinked.

“I thought you went and died on me,” his voice was soft as he picked you up again, this time with more care. The two of you finally got out of that hell hole and into the open field of tall grass that surrounded it. The moonlight shone on your face, and despite everything, he remembered how pretty you are and how he had to push that thought out of his mind when you’d met. Now he was able to let it linger.

“Now, will you try to stay awake?”

“Yeah, I’ll try.” You said weakly, one arm draped around his neck and the other resting on your stomach. “Can’t m-make any promises though.”

He realized he needed to keep you talking to keep you alive.

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Steak… or shrimp pasta…”

He wanted to laugh at your answer’s simplicity. He smiled freely since he knew you couldn’t see him do it, didn’t want you to know he enjoyed this.

“Do you drink?”

“Yeah… not, not the way you do,”

“Hey…” he sounded almost hurt. “Drink of choice?”

“Sweet red wine,” your voice perked up a bit. A sign that relaxed him somewhat. He’d be able to make it back to the village with you alive.

“When I take you out to dinner, where do you want to go?”

Silence. You weren’t sure if you heard the words right. Maybe you were dying for sure. Darkness edged your vision, so you closed your eyes. Sleep sounded so good.

“Hey, answer me.” The pace of his footsteps quickening as much as possible without him moving fast enough to jostle you too much. “And look at me when you do.”

“What?” You snapped weakly, pain and exhaustion putting a knife’s edge on your voice. You looked up at him as he looked down at you, the moon big and shiny behind him, stars littering the sky. You realized he was attractive, and not just for an old man. His ashy blond hair was bleached by the moonlight and his cheekbones caught the light piercing the darkness of the trees every so often. Despite him not necessarily liking that tone, he was relieved to hear it. If you have the energy to be upset with him, you have the energy to make it the last mile back. Plus looking into your eyes as they reflected the moon, with you against his chest sent a feeling through him that felt so natural and warm. A feeling he’d not had in years, and wasn’t ready to let go of just yet.

“When I take you out to dinner, where do you want to go?” He spoke more evenly and even put some sweetness into his gruff voice.

You sighed, closing your eyes for a pause before resuming looking at him.

“Gyuan Ginza,” your answer was so matter-of-fact.

“That a steakhouse?”

“Mhm, best in Tokyo. Plus there’s a great hot spring spa in Chuo City too.”

Unbeknownst to you, the two of you had arrived at the back gate of the town’s small hospital. Your eyes closed again and this time, he didn’t make a fuss. He just held you a little tighter.

“I’ll take you there, too.”

[daisynik7]

Hello, hello!

I wanted to drop a request for your y2k event. I was thinking "Fallin'" by Alicia Keys for Kishibe - fluff + angst.

Thank you and again, congrats on 2k followers! you deserve them!

Fallin'

I keep on fallin’ in and out of love with you. Sometimes I love you, sometimes you make me blue.

Word Count: ~1.2k

cw: angst, fluff, canon universe, established relationship, explicit language

Summary: Kishibe never intended to fall for you. As the world’s strongest devil hunter and being practically insane, he never meant to subject anyone else to this chaotic lifestyle of his. Still, somewhere along the way, he met you, and ever since, you want to stay by his side. And that scares Kishibe more than any devil could. 

Author’s Notes: Thank you @itsfairly for the request and for always supporting me! I have so much love for you, I hope you know that! This is a great song for the y2k karaoke party and it’s perfect for Kishibe. I always enjoy writing for him; I think he’s an especially interesting character, and obviously, he’s hot, lol. I hope you like this! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

Kishibe isn’t keen on routines. Ever since he became a part of Public Safety at the ripe age of twenty, he’s lived a fast and unpredictable lifestyle. Some might call it spontaneous. Unstable. Even dangerous. He liked being kept on his toes; it made him alert, made him vigilant. He has to be when he’s the strongest Devil Hunter in the world. If he’s not prepared for any kind of deviation that comes his way, then he’s screwed. 

Unfortunately, he already is. He’s finally met his match. And it’s neither a devil nor a fiend. Not even a fellow Devil Hunter. It’s you.

Oh-so-precious you, who appeared in his life no more than a year ago. An innocent bystander he saved in Shibuya when you recklessly tried to defend yourself and a child against a Spider Devil, despite your severe arachnophobia. If you were alone, you would have been found cowering in fear, probably worst, a corpse mangled into pieces. But you overcame your phobia for a split-second when you decided to guard this kid, who couldn’t have been much older than five, parents nowhere to be seen, alone just like you. You didn’t stand a chance. After all, you’re only human, untrained for combat, a simple office worker trying to navigate your normal life. How could you fight this thing? Thankfully, Kishibe swoops in just in time, displaying his physical prowess so seamlessly. And of course, after having your lives saved, how can you not be smitten? 

It’s only a few months later when you realize how equally smitten he is with you. By chance, you reunite at a bar, the first time since the incident in Shibuya. He recognizes you instantly, the image of you standing defiantly with a metal rod in hand, facing a devil ten times your size. He’s seen idiots like you before, thinking they could take these demons on themselves. They’re never quite as pretty and impressionable as you, though. 

A couple cocktails in, inhibitions are let loose. That’s what you tell yourself, at least. Both you and he can hold liquor well, so you pretend to be tipsy when really, you’re completely sober, making bad decisions you can blame on the alcohol. He takes you to his apartment nearby and you spend the night together, and just as you fantasized, he’s equally skilled in the bedroom as he is outside of it. Eventually, you fall asleep with his arms around you, his lips grazing the nape of your neck, his breathing steady against your skin. The next morning, he’s gone, without so much as a kiss on the cheek or a note left on your nightstand, not even a text to explain his absence. If you didn’t have the scent of him embedded in your sheets, you would have thought it all to be a dream.  

It continues like this for the next several months. Chance encounters at the same bar begin to feel more than just coincidental, intentional even. You both sense it, neither of you admitting to it, too afraid to acknowledge that it’s more than just sex at this point. And while all that is good and great, the real kicker here is that you genuinely enjoy each other’s companies. Conversation flows effortlessly between you. His humor, while being somewhat morbid due to his career, jives well with yours. And most important of all, you feel safe around him. He’ll protect you no matter what. 

The irony of it all is that wanting to protect you is what makes him sneak out before you wake up in the morning. To him, it’s a way to prevent whatever this is from going any further. Despite yearning for it so much, he doesn’t want to wreck your life by bringing you into his. Who could ever love someone as fucked up as he is? An alcoholic, womanizing, money-hungry flawed being with no future except one of fighting devils. He’s already decided years ago that he’ll be alone for the rest of his life. And now, you just had to come along and ruin his plans. 

He'll never say it out loud, but he’s scared. The deeper he falls, the harder it will be to climb his way back up should anything go wrong. He already feels his heart being tugged closer and closer to yours every night you spend together. The possibilities of a bright future seem more and more plausible with you around. He can’t let himself succumb to this idea of normality; it’s uncharted territory for him, and he doesn’t quite know how to navigate it.

It's been a year since he laid eyes on you. Months that you’ve been together in some weird situationship that neither of you bother to label. Tonight, after you make love in his bedroom, you snuggle with each other, fingers laced together, his body surrounding yours in the familiar warmth you’ve grown to cherish. Something comes over you in this moment. Maybe it’s impatience from not knowing where this is going. Maybe it’s longing for validation that he won’t just leave you like he does every night. Maybe it’s because you’re in love with him and want to give him a reason to finally stay. You peer up at him, delicately tracing the scar running parallel to his jaw, heart beating faster as you confess. “I love you, Kishibe.”

His eyes widen only slightly; he was always good at keeping a poker face. He swallows hard, taking your hand in his, kissing your knuckles gently. “Go to sleep.” 

You glare at him. “Is that really all you have to say?”

He sighs, releasing your hand, pinching the skin between his brows. “What do you want me to say? That I love you too?”

You sit up, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m just asking you to be honest with me. I want to know if whatever this is,” you point between the two of you, “has a future.”

“You know that my line of work is dangerous. You know that the future is uncertain.”

“And yet, I’m still here, and so are you. So clearly, we want to be together, no matter how grim this future you speak of is.” 

It takes him a minute to respond, contemplating your very valid argument. He faces away from you, avoiding your gaze. “Then maybe we should finally call this quits. You’re better off without me anyways.”

You cup his cheek, turning his head towards yours. “I know you don’t mean that. I’ve never felt safer with anyone else. You protect me, and I want to protect you too. You don’t have to be alone anymore.” You nuzzle your nose to his, foreheads pressed together. He closes his eyes, relishing this intimacy, more afraid to lose it forever than surrender to it. Although he’s still scared, he realizes that with you by his side, he no longer has to traverse life on his own. 

~~~

The next morning, you wake up, fully expecting the typical cold, empty space beside you. To your surprise, you’re still cradled in Kishibe’s arms, his warm body embracing yours. It takes him a few more weeks for him to say it back, but it’s in this moment that you know he loves you too.  

[okitadesu]

old dog's repose

pairings : kishibe x gn!reader

kishibe thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful; skin marred with love bites and bruises, hair mussed, with a bit of drool slipping out of the side of your lip. still, undeniably beautiful, and undeniably his. your features are soft with sleep, mouth slightly parted, letting out the softest of breaths, unperturbed even by the world's most diabolical horrors–horrors he's had the misfortune of facing as a renowned devil hunter. taking note of the time, he concludes you're probably on your fifth dream of the night.

he hopes you’re dreaming about him.

he surmised you were an angel. his saving grace in the debilitating cycle known as life, one that has been saturated with the sickly stench of death. he once heard that suffering leads to happiness. if you are said “happiness” he wouldn’t mind suffering through infinite cycles of the same life to reach you. hell, he’d even try respawning as a wretched devil if it meant a second longer in your grace.

for now, he would put his worries to rest, save the catastrophizing for later. for now, he would bask in his hazy infatuation with you, smitten and beguiled by your very existence. the old dog would forever be at your mercy, heart fully and unconditionally yours–pumping blood for the sole sake of staying by your side. indebted to you for your forgiving and nurturing warmth, one in which he'd choose to drown himself in if he could. kishibe doesn't believe in god and has never entertained the thought of religion but if heaven existed, you embodied the very idea of it.