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blondeboyfriend · 9 months

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thinking about Kishibe having you on your hands and knees, fucking you with a vibrator. He's leaning over you, his clothed body pressing up against your bare skin, the woody smell of whiskey clinging to his white button-down.

You tell him you can't handle it as he switches the vibrator to the highest setting, the silicone thudding against your swollen clit without a hint of mercy.

He mutters an apology he doesn't mean and reaches around to grab your neck, forcing you to crane your head back and look at him. He rasps, "I can't help that I love seeing pretty things like you suffer."

#end scene. cut. print.#.thirsts #.csm #.kishibe #.nsfw #cw.overstimulation

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 5 months

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D-did you just come inside me? (RP, to Kishibe)

"Yep." He leans down to kiss your cheek and slowly pulls out of you, groaning softly at the sensation of leaving your warm walls and watching his cum dribble out of you. "Don't worry, I'm shooting mostly blanks and you've been taking birth control in your food. You won't get knocked up unless I want you to."

#.csm #.kishibe #yandere csm #yandere kishibe #tw: dubcon #rp ask game

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pin-k-ink · 8 months

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Men who are lazy, and like to watch their girl bounce on top of him. Loves when you ride him while bracing your hands on his chest, while his hands are fondling yours. Tugs and pulls on your nipples until you are arching your back, pushing your chest more towards him. Makes you lean down so he can suck on your perky little buds, ignoring your whines to be more gentle because he’s usually one to play with your tits until they’re red and raw, and covered with his marks. The rare moments when he’s giving your boobs a break, he’ll be leaning back on whatever surface he’s laying on, a lazy smirk adorning his face as he watches you struggle to remain on top of him. He’ll be mercilessly rubbing your clit, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers until your thighs are trembling. But, the very moment you start showing signs of any tiredness, he’ll be gripping your ass or thighs to hover you just above his hips so he could fuck up into you. Won’t relent until you’re either squirting on top of him or until you pass out.

“Come on pretty girl, you can hold out a bit more, can’t you?” “C’mon baby, fuck yourself dumb on my cock.” “Aw, is my little baby tired? Want daddy to fuck your pretty little pussy now?” “Such a spoiled little girl aren’t you,, can’t do anything without daddy’s help.”

SUKUNA, gojo, toji, urahara, zaraki, grimmjow, dazai, KISHIBE, yoshida, dabi, hawks, NAGI, sae, reo and anyone else you can think of

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daisynik7 · 6 months

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my type

tired men who need a fucking break/sleep:

injured men who need a fucking vacation/retirement:

#doing another one of these bc it's fun :)#feel free to add your own #nikki's nonsense #aizawa #choso #detective tsukauchi #kishibe #levi #nanami

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add1rall · 8 months

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#csm #chainsaw man #quanxi #lesbian #kishibe #1k

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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Kishibe x reader [ SYNOPSIS ] A late night visitor comes to you seeking comfort. [ WORD COUNT ] 1.9k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, hurt/comfort, y/n is a civilian, alcohol (duh), dubcon (he's drunk and y/n is sober), descriptions of violence, love bites, his dick is pierced, teasing, vaginal sex, creampie, cum eating, oral sex, not beta'd and there's barely a plot lol.

It was three in the morning when you heard a gentle rapping at your front door. You had fallen asleep on your couch, dreaming of pleasantries. A hearty discontented moan emanated from your chest. Not answering was your best option, but in your sleepy haze your judgment lapsed.

You swiftly opened the door and groaned. “Oh, so you’re alive.”

You stared at the dark-haired man slumped in your doorway. His tie was loose and limp, shirt half-tucked in. Disheveled didn’t even begin to describe his appearance. Not that you were much better. You answered the door pantsless and in a boxy t-shirt with the hem hacked off.

“Disappointed?” Kishibe slurred.

“Maybe.”

“Too bad,” he said as he handed you a bottle of whiskey. “I brought an offering though.”

You side-stepped and let the wet cat of a man into your home. He leaned against the wall and kicked off his shoes. He looked like shit, but in a strangely appealing way.

“Let’s not pretend that’s for me,” you said as you set the bottle down on your cherry wood table.

He draped his arms over your shoulders and nuzzled his face in your hair. He reeked of cigarettes and sweat.

“You smell nice.”

“You smell like shit.”

The two of you stood in silence, your door a gaping mouth. You wanted to shut it, but you didn’t want to disturb the man clinging to you. You stood there for a minute before you gently pushed Kishibe off of you.

“Want to tell me why you’re here?”

“No,” he said, tone sardonic. “C’mon. You know I hate sleeping alone.”

“And how is that my problem?”

“Because you love me.” You guffawed at his brazen claim. He adjusted his tune. “You like me... You tolerate me.”

“Alright.” You sighed. “You can stay, but you have to shower. There’s no way in hell you’re getting in my bed like this.”

“Be nice to me. I almost died. Don’t you wanna baby me?”

“Not really.”

“Fine. I’ll shower,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. He walked past you heading towards your bathroom. “But you better let me sleep next to you.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

“And we’re sharing a blanket this time,” he said, dropping his shirt on the ground.

It looked like a piece of crumpled paper. You picked it up and tossed it in your laundry basket. You would make sure it’d be clean by morning.

You heard your shower turn on and an incredibly pleased moan. Your breath got caught in your throat as you were inundated with perverse ponderings.

“Fuck,” you muttered. “Fuck!”

The bathroom door was ajar. You slinked over to it and pushed it open before sitting on the ground. The steam surrounded you. You looked over at his pants, frowning as you noticed the blood stains.

“Did you get hurt?”

“Just mentally, nothing physical.”

“What about the bl—”

“Someone else’s,” he replied flatly.

The need to baby him grew stronger by the minute. You wanted to pull back the shower curtain and hug him.

“Don’t worry about it.” His words were hardly reassuring. “I’m used to it.”

You never knew how to respond to things like that. It was always a casual deluge of nightmares when he spoke. You had taken to listening rather than trying to solve solutionless problems. That must have been what he liked about you.

“I mean it was the first time I’d ever seen someone’s skin get sucked off their body, but it could’ve been worse.”

“For real?!”

“Yeah, like a vacuum. Poor guy died screaming for his mother. And then the devil wore his skin like a suit.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Nah.”

“No. Seriously. That’s fucked up.”

He peeked out from behind the shower curtain, dark hair obscuring his eyes.

“Are you feeling bad for me?”

“Yes!”

“Good,” he laughed, turning off the shower. “Can you bring me a towel?”

You wordlessly got up and dug through your linen closet for your softest towel. If anyone else had treated you that way you would have kicked them out. But you knew it was a defense mechanism; Kishibe’s actions had context so your sympathy was easy to draw out.

You returned to see him standing on your bathroom rug with his head hung low, hands on the countertop. Immediately you noticed his cock, thick and long, and the silver barbell piercing the tip. He perked up at the sound of your footsteps. You put the towel on top of his head and dried his hair, acting as if you weren’t transfixed by his considerable length.

“You don’t have to do this.”

You smiled. “Didn’t you say you wanted me to baby you?”

“I did, didn’t I…”

You wrapped the towel around his broad shoulders and stepped out of the bathroom, leaving him to the rest. Your bed was already unmade, sheets still soaked with last night’s sleep. You smoothed out the wrinkles so it didn’t look quite as chaotic. There was no real reason for it; it’s not as if he’d notice or even care. But still you felt compelled. He deserved placidity in small gestures.

You glanced over your shoulder only to be startled by his presence. The towel was barely clinging to his waist. His body was flecked with bruises of varying color and size.

“I thought you said you only got hurt mentally.”

He looked down at his battered body. “These are old.”

He yawned and breezed past you, cozying himself in your bedding.

“A damp towel in my bed? Really?”

He pulled it off of himself and dropped it on the floor. You rolled your eyes and crawled into bed. He spooned you immediately, burying his face in your neck. It felt too intimate. Usually you had his clothed body cocooned in his own blanket.

“You finally gonna let me fuck you?”

Your stomach dropped and words eluded you. Sometimes his brazen nature took you by surprise.

“Or are you committed to your long con?”

“I’m not conning you,” you scoffed. “I just don’t want to take advantage of you.”

He held you tighter. “Please take advantage of me. This may be your last chance.”

“Shut up. Get some sleep.”

“You used to be so nice.”

You were vaguely offended. “I am nice. I’m very nice in fact.”

“No. You’re cruel,” he said before planting a kiss on the nape of your neck.

“Are you not sleeping in my bed? I let you use my favorite towel. I’m letting you press your dick up against my ass.”

Kishibe paused. “Well of course you're gonna sound nice when you lay it out like that.”

Silence enveloped the room. You shut your eyes and waited for sleep to take you. He slipped his hand under your shirt and cupped your breast. Rather than push it away you let it linger. It drifted down your abdomen before settling underneath your underwear, his fingertips centimeters from your clit. He began to rut his hips, hard cock rubbing against you and leaving a trail of precum in its wake.

“Wait, are you actually letting me do this?”

You groaned. “Yeah. Don’t make me regret it.”

He rubbed small circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb. Your heart started to pound. You exhaled deeply and tried to maintain composure. Your underwear were already sticky with your arousal. You hated being so easy, so quick to fall apart at the seams.

His fingers swept down your folds, coating them in your fluids.

“I can’t believe you’re this wet already.”

“What else am I supposed to be?!”

You looked back at him and he smirked. You rolled over onto your back away from his grasp, pretending he actually hurt your feelings. You pouted, hoping you’d make him feel a little bad. He scooched closer to you.

“You’re a shitty actor,” he said, propping himself up on his elbow.

His eyes were fixed on your chest, how the fabric did little to obscure your hard nipples. The intensity of his gaze weighed on you.

“It’s impolite to stare.”

“When did I ever say I was polite?” Kishibe asked, getting on top of you. He pulled up your shirt. “You know me better than that.”

He pushed your underwear to the side and delved his rough fingers inside you, keeping his thumb pressed up against your clit. His lips were glued to your neck, his teeth and stubble grazing your skin. He began groping you with his free hand, pinching your nipple. A string of moans tumbled from your mouth.

You arched your back and thrust against his fingers. They felt divine, but you wanted to feel full. You couldn’t help but think about how his cock would feel throbbing inside your wet cunt.

“Need your cock,” you choked out, embarrassed you couldn’t get a full sentence out.

“Is that so?”

He slowly removed his fingers and didn’t hesitate to pull down your underwear. He teased your cunt with his tip, the metal tickling your tender flesh. It felt so good, but his pace frustrated you. You wanted all of him now. You didn’t want to be patient. He should have known that. You whined pathetically in protest.

Seemingly taking pity on you he plunged his cock inside you. Your hands fell to your slides and gripped the sheets. His thrusts were deep and filled with longing. You almost felt bad for turning him down so many times.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he bottomed out.

He looked down at you and grabbed ahold of your jaw. Your breath hitched as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss, radiating passion. You felt so wanted, so needed. You were putty in his hands. Your body quivered in the shadow of his.

He broke the kiss. “You want more?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babbled.

He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. Each of his thrusts were punctuated with a throaty moan. You didn’t think his cock could go deeper into you, but he was more than willing to prove you every shade of wrong. Your skin was hot. You couldn’t stop panting. You felt like he was going to split you in two and it was the definition of blissful.

You were holding on by a thread, losing yourself as your orgasm swirled around you.

“Where do you want it?” He groaned.

“Wa—want what?”

“My cum.”

“Inside. Inside,” you panted.

A shot of warm cum filled your cunt. He fucked it deeper and deeper inside you. He dropped your leg and pulled out. You could have hit him for stopping when you were so close to climaxing. Just as you went to say something he began to lap his cum out of your cunt.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as he sucked on your clit, stubble brushing up against your thighs.

You sighed as your orgasm crescendoed, moans filling the room. You rutted against his face, unable to obscure your ecstasy. He looked up at you, ardor filled eyes meeting yours. He gave your clit one last long lick before kissing the inside of your thighs.

“Th—that was… I mean, wow,” you said, struggling to express your gratitude.

He sat up, looking a little dazed. Poor thing. You knew better than to try to move so soon after coming.

“You going somewhere?” You teased.

“Huh?”

You reached out to him. “Lay back down,” you cooed.

Your words were more than enough to convince him. He cuddled up next to you, resting his head on your chest. You stroked his still damp hair and closed your eyes.

“You know… I’d be up for another round in a bit.”

You waited for a response, but none came.

“Kishibe.”

He groaned and you took that as your cue to quiet down. You would pester him about riding his face in the morning.

#kishibe x reader #kishibe csm x reader #csm x reader #kishibe smut #kishibe csm smut #chainsaw man smut #x reader #reader insert #.fics #.csm #.kishibe

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 1 year

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Getting creeped on by Kishibe who's only crush of the past 9 years turned out to not be into him/any man, and so when he discovers you're *not* a lesbian he's going to do anything and everything to keep you 👀

Him "keeping tabs" on you by stalking you in his ample spare time. Intentionally killing demons in your area after luring them near your home in order to make you feel unsafe and in need of protection. Remembering over a glass of bourbon one night how he fell for a naive little thing like you because you're so unlike him; you'd seen him finish eradicating a devil, covered in blood (none of which was his) and nervously asked if he was alright while you hastily reached into your bag to offer him something to wipe the blood off his face. "It didn't hurt you, did it? Is...Um, any of that blood yours? I have bandaids in my first-aid kid at home--oh, there's a convenience store there, they might have some..."

He's not used to people looking out for him, especially someone weaker than him like you. What could YOU do to help him, one of the best Devil hunters in the world? Well... it turns out there's a lot of ways you can help him. Stay close to him, let him hear your soft anxious little voice full of concern and spirit, look up at him with those wide eyes and remind him of what someone with life behind their gaze looks like, touch every inch of his rough scarred grizzled skin with your ridiculously soft hands.

And a sick part of him loves how different you two are, especially when he thinks about taking you home one night after a few drinks (plus something extra slipped into your glass) and fucking you so well in his bed. The kinder you are, the softer you feel and sound, the more innocent and scared you are, the more corrupted and perverted and insane he feels. He shouldn't have someone, SOMETHING so pretty and gentle, but he took you anyway because he's that much of a selfish motherfucker.

#tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #.kishibe #yandere kishibe #.csm #yandere csm #.myshit #thots #fem darling

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wxxpingangxls · 29 days

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

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

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pin-k-ink · 9 months

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Men who come inside you because they ‘don’t want to ruin the sheets’. Grips your hips as hard as he can, driving their cock inside you until it kisses your womb. Will not waste a drop of his precious seed, because why would he waste it when he has you to take it all. Definitely fucks his cum back inside you if it ever seeps out. The type to cum inside you multiple times to make sure that it takes. Goes for at least 5 (or more) rounds until you can’t feel your legs. Absolutely doesn’t feel guilty when you can’t walk the next morning.

“So fucking perfect for me - fuck! M’ gonna put a baby in you, okay? You want that, don’t you? Want me to stuff you full and get you knocked up?”