ryndicate:

Seal It With a Kiss ⨳ Kishibe

“You want me to do this for you? Then tell me exactly what it is that you want.”

notes: I came up with this idea for @akiniku back in like september when i was just beginning to sniff around the csm fandom for a favorite. Dom told me all about him and i fell in love and came up with this plot and *then* I read csm lol. 6+ months later, here we are T-T thanks to @cyancherub for reading through his characterization for me and for my past and future beta readers<3 (i know some of you havent gotten the chance i was just too excited) Idon’t know if i will ever be able to put as much love into a Kishibe fic ever again so lets try to appreciate this

warnings: female reader, longer than a drabble, alcohol, virginity loss + inexperienced reader, creampie, emotional manipulation, coercion but there’s consent, age gap (like 30 years between them, fight me), trainee/mentor relationship, twisted savior complex, canonverse, piss (more about control than it is the kink)

Rules/BYF/DNI

Kishibe sighs. “That’s it for today.”

“Already?” You puff, sweat dripping down your temples, your blade lowering until the tip is pointing to the ground. “I could keep going.”

He sighs again, resisting the urge to rub the approaching headache from his temple. Kishibe will never understand the PSDH’s insistence of sending him all of their potentials. Their screening is usually decent enough to keep this type of student from beneath his weathered wings, but every now and then one will slip through. One like you. Earnest, hopeful, and far too willing to do the job. This ain’t the place for you, never will be. They set you loose on the streets and you’ll be some Devil’s next meal. 

But it’s not his place to care. Not supposed to be at least. Makima won’t even tell him which Devils you have contracts with—but again, he doesn’t care.

Kishibe ignores your mumbled complaints about cutting your training short, sighing under his breath. “Gonna need’a drink after this.”

He’s unprepared for you to pop up at his side, tilting your head as you ask if you can come with him.

“Why?”

The question seems to put you off. “Isn’t it good manners to take your juniors out after a hard day?” 

Kishibe huffs at your coy tone, certain you’re just after a free meal. “That’s for juniors who’ve proven they earned it.”

That seems to put you off even more. “You don’t think I’ve earned it?”

“No.” His answer is short, clipped. Dark eyes watch intently as you deflate a little, that perpetually cheerful expression drooping into something he ultimately decides is an unsettling expression on a face like yours. He doesn’t care for it, unable to decide why. 

“How’s this?” He grunts, pulling a cigarette from his pack and lighting up. “I’ll give ya a week.”

“A week for what? You’re not supposed to smoke inside, you know.” A sulky tone meets Kishibe’s ears, your eyes tracking his lips and the flare of the cherry as he inhales.

He ignores the snipe. “You get close enough to me to take one of these away—” a twitch of his fingers has flaky ash fluttering to the linoleum, “—and I’ll take you out for drinks. That’s how you earn it.”

The sparkle is back in your eyes in an instant. Your sword tips back into its sheath, coming up on his left to give him a smile. “You got it, sir! You’ll never smoke again. Just watch.”

Kishibe rolls a shoulder, suppressing a groan at your chipper attitude. I’m getting too old for this shit. “We’ll see about that, sweetheart.”

He’s ignorant to the way the words make you pause, moving for the door, ready to get in his car and drive to his regular dive bar. He needs the silence of the drive before he drowns himself for the night. Well, not so much silence as the rattling heating unit, the rush of passing cars, and music so quiet one might question why it’s even on. It’s simply the beginning step of the ritual he’s come to find most comforting, or numbing, on this job. 

“See you tomorrow, sir?”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t even bother glancing back as the door closes behind him. 

The autumn air clears his head a little as he finally escapes the hallways of the office. A cold breeze whips at his hair, bringing old scars and memories to mind as it bites at his skin. Kishibe takes a final drag of his cigarette and lets it fall to the pavement. He doesn’t stub it out, pulling out the collar of his jacket to fight the chill as he disappears into the evening crowd.

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metalheadsforblacklivesmatter:

“Walkable city” is not “City where to have to walk everywhere.”

“Walkable city” is.

1. Sidewalks big enough to fit you, your stroller, your wheelchair, your guide dog, or anything else you need when you’re getting from one place to another.
2. Safe crosswalks frequent enough so you don’t need to walk in traffic.
3. Bike lanes to keep bikes out of foot traffic and car traffic.
4. Accessible and affordable public transit.
5. Cities where the essentials are close enough you can travel on foot (or in wheelchair)
6. Cities where it’s reasonable to be able to get from point a to point b without requiring you, yourself, to drive

People get so caught up in the “Walkable” part of the term and like to spout “Walkable cities are abelist because not everyone can walk”.

Bitch. The modern city structure is abelist because not everyone can drive. And classist because not everyone can afford a car and it’s pretty damn impossible to get a job if you don’t have a car.

Walkable cities are cities where people can reasonably get from pointA to pointB without requiring a motor vehicle.

“But fae. Disabled people have issues using the paths in modern cities.” Bitch abled people can barely use the paths in modern cities. That’s kind of the fucking problem.

Also walkable cities have fucking benches. Not only for disabled people. But sometimes you just twist your ankle and need to sit for a moment.

“Put fae. If you have benches, homeless people will sleep on them.”

Then get fucking housing for the homeless. Problem solved. They’ll sleep in their nice warm homes instead of on the benches.

-fae

thatblondeperson:

flip-this-table:

justenoughlight:

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bemusedlybespectacled:

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gayvoidprince:

deirdrebeaubeirdra:

I can feel The dryness of those markers in my bones

Fun fact those dry markers were supposed to have water put into them to make them work. You take off the bottom thing and pour water in and bam, instant marker success. Only learned about this four years after I’d lost my set 🙃

WHAT

WHAT

WHAT

Hey. Reblog to save some poor kid lots of grief.

Fucking what?!

Every ‘90s child on Tumblr raises their head in outrage.

I just stood up so fast and snatched mine out of my closet brb going to the sink

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Are you fucking kidding me

They couldn’t have put an instruction card in there or something????

shibaraki:

THE WHITE RABBIT ┊ GOJO SATORU

synopsis: you’ve been instructed to begin making appearances at the pleasure district. choosing the right man to flaunt was imperative for your family’s image, and who better to pick than the top courtesan?

tags: NSFT, AFAB reader (called ‘angel’ toward the end), strangers to lovers, courtesan gojo (no curses au), sex work, alcohol consumption, inspired by edo period japan, sexual tension, mutual attraction, reader is a customer from a well known family, feelings realisation, other characters present, fluff + angst, loss of virginity (reader), body worship, finger sucking, bathing, vaginal oral sex + fingering (reader receiving), unprotected vaginal sex (pull out method), hopeful ending 

wc: 14k+

The dense woodland that lies between the main city and the Pleasure district appeared unearthly in the late evening. If you looked up toward the capillaries of the canopy, you’d find the trees would breathe even on a windless night. East and West, spindling arms of cedar seemed to reach for you. 

It unsettled you. The atmosphere felt polarised, as if it were drawing your rickshaw in and manipulating your direction despite having entered willingly. You thought this might be what it’s like to cross from one plane to another, a coniferous bridge between worlds. 

Such a description was befitting of your destination. The Pleasure district truly was another world in its entirety — a place wherein the rules of the mainland could not reach. A creature that laid its own law and shaped you to its own customs. You could no longer put it off. You were of an appropriate age, and it was your turn to enter the beast. 

The maw is bright where the clearing breaks, illuminated by hues of orange and red. Carmine wood with slightly curved pillars, before you stands a grand archway nestled between two walls built to encase the district. 

Large hand painted lanterns light up the wide open road as you are carried through the swelling crowds. Patrons part around your intrusion as they turn to stare, curious about who you might be. You knew that both the private escort pulling your rickshaw and the expensive fabric fashioned elegantly around your shoulders would be enough to display your family’s social standing.

Still, the attention and judgement is stifling. You distract yourself with focus on the establishments lining either side of the street; the air is imbued with an amalgam of sweet scents, thick enough to feel it on the roof of your tongue as you breathe. People with delicately painted faces adorned in jewels call out to you from the balconies, the distinct and striking pluck of a shamisen ringing in your ears.

Logically this place was a place of business, yet the innocent, naive part of you felt guilt simply for ignoring their greetings. But you could not stop to contemplate their suitability or good looks, for your family had already arranged a banquet with the finest house in the district — the Michizane house.

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Happy Holidays!! I hope you get to have a good time with your loved ones…. and that you finally get to give Kishibe head, amen

nanamimizz:

tags: male receiving oral!, 18+ minors dni praise.

synopsis: it’s time to bear the fruits of your labor

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capricornlevi:

i have a memory - kishibe x f!reader

cw: brief mention of violence and threat (not graphic), consumption of alcohol/cigarettes, explicit sexual content (oral sex f! receiving, fingering, hand jobs, vaginal sex) - NSFW, MDNI

word count: 8.9k

a/n: thinking about how young cocky annoying kishibe showed up for 3 panels and changed the trajectory of my life forever … so here’s 9k words of kinda-sorta-enemies slash annoying colleagues to lovers …. with a tiny splash of angst too for good measure? i just love this man and think he’s a secret softie so here’s him successfully pulling for once <3

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“You’d really say no to a smoke?” 

Kishibe’s question sounds disbelieving as he holds out the box of cigarettes in your direction. Instead of answering, you choose to wave away his offer dismissively. Still shocked, he continues, “you’re not even a little tempted?”

You roll your eyes. You’re one of few devil hunters in the Public Safety Division that rarely, if ever, smokes; a fact that makes you somewhat of an oddity to people like Kishibe, your partner, who seems to keep the tobacco industry afloat through his wages alone.

“Nope,” you reply simply. “They taste bad.”

Your replies are clipped and borderline rude but you can’t bring yourself to care - not when he’s dragged you to this place yet again, at this godforsaken hour of the morning, to “look over your case files” even though he never seems to actually care enough to read them. 

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shibaraki:

MARITIME ENCOUNTER ┊AIZAWA SHOUTA

synopsis: you’d been endlessly forewarned by elders and friends to ignore the ocean when it called to you. it’s too bad they never instructed you on what to do when it bit you. 

tags: NSFT, AFAB reader, merman/siren Aizawa, blood and injury (he tried to eat us), reader has basic surfing skill, brief descriptions of drowning in the beginning, dubcon, fictional merfolk lore / abilities, kidnapping / soft yan (there is a reason), he guts a fish at one point, medical inaccuracies probably (acute pulmonary edema and dehydration), accidental acceptance of courting, porn with too much plot, eventual monsterfucking, non-human genitalia (but NO belly bulging), vaginal oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected vaginal sex

wc: 18k+

The first time you’d truly heard about the horrors of Mers was from the mouth of your best friend’s grandfather, Shinsou Matsuo, when you were twelve years old. Before his unfortunate passing he had been a retired navy man, weathered by the decades he spent at sea, and his mind was not as it once was. 

“Be careful of the tides. There are songs between the waves”. 

Living by the coast meant you’d been naturally exposed to such fairytales, perpetuated for the sake of selling trinkets and toys to any passing tourist gullible enough to believe them. Even at such a young age you thought it to be nothing but a childish story, and his grandchild Hitoshi felt much the same. 

“Merfolk aren’t real pops,” he’d laughed in response. The sound had been cut off by the pinch of crooked fingers around his nose. His grandfather’s expression, scowling and further narrowed by the wrinkles around his mouth, softened into something haunting at the dismissal. 

Matsuo-san’s face still lingers to this day. With an intonation of grief, he told you of the subordinates he’d lost. Some kept away from their loved ones for months at a time, lured into the waters by the call of their voices; others starved for a soft touch, drawn to the seductive shadow lingering by their porthole windows. There had been humanoid silhouettes caught in their nets, thin-pupiled eyes pooling with gold where the light did not touch, quickly cut free for fear they would be punished. They could be cunning too, he warned, bobbing with only their torsos above the surface and preying on people’s empathy as they feigned need of rescue. 

“Reality is nothin’ like that ridiculous westernised version. No pretty young thing wantin’ to be with her prince,” he snorted incredulously, the breath catching in his throat as his lungs seized. They were weak at the time, riddled with tobacco, and he’d batted away Hitoshi’s hand as he reached to assist him. If you think hard enough you can still smell it, the pervasive smoke on his tongue. 

“If you don’t keep yer wits about you they’ll eat’cha,” he continued, the strained rasp to his words only seemed to make them more frightening to you as a child, pointedly emphasising his claim with a thud to his prosthetic foot, “if the tide calls your name, don’t answer it”.

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lemonsharks:

My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:

Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.

I like this so much better than the idea that our ancestors would be embarrassed or ashamed of us for being “soft” or some crap like that.

My ancestors, watching me stuff my face with fried chicken while studying: She eats like an imperial concubine and can afford to study like am imperial scholar. WE MADE IT

She eats like an imperial concubine and can afford to study like am imperial scholar

My ancestors watching me use my stand mixer while living in a small apartment and attending university: Thou hast kneadeth bread in FOUR hail marys??? FOUR??? And thou ist poor as a churchmouse, yet liveth in a fine cottage with four pounds butter and fresh berries in thy larder!! And two featherbeds! And thou attendeth the King’s college, as a lord!!

My ancestors being like:

Look at this fine young lady! She can paint she can sew and embrody, she sings and read

And without a wealthy father to pay for that, plus she is florid in the body! She doesn’t know hunger!

We did it!

Me: /wearily studying/

My Ancestors: TRULY SH— what? They? A little unorthodox, but reasonable I suppose. TRULY THEY PROSPER, FOR THEY LIVE IN A DWELLING WITH MANY ROOMS AND ONLY THEIR SPOUSE TO SHARE IT WITH! THEY HAVE DOGS WHO DO NOT PERFORM A FUNCTION! THEY HAVE MANY BOOKS AND DO NOT HAVE TO SPIN THEIR OWN YARN! THEY BATHE AT A WHIM WITH GENTLE SOAP FREE OF LYE! OUR DESCENDANT BRINGS HONOR AND PRIDE TO OUR LINEAGE!

Me: /yawns and sips my coffee/

My Ancestors: /cheer wildly/

Me: *hunched over at my desk nursing a headache.*

My Ancestors: “Truly, we prosper; see here, our infirm descendant need not even work on her poor days, but has the luxury to rest as she sees need! A doctor attends to her illnesses; her clothes are warm and free of pests; she cares for exotic and dangerous animals within her own home! We have found the height of luxury!”

Me: *treats myself to a pineapple and a bunch of bananas*

My Georgian ancestors: ZOOTH SHE HAS BOUGHT A PINEAPPLE! NOT MERELY BORROWED ONE! TRULY SHE HAS ACHIEVED FAR MORE THAN WE COULD KNOW!

me: [puts on warm socks and a blanket, is now warm regardless of the weather outside]

My impoverished Russian Jewish ancestors:

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Me: [learns to knit from youtube videos]

My ancestors: Our descendant, the heir to all our hopes and fears for a far-off future… She can buy fine clothes woven and knit by automatons, with but a fraction of a day’s earnings… and she does… she has so much free time to do as she pleases… and she uses some of that time to do what we did.

One woman from rural Poland, who died from smallpox in 1717 CE, a grandmother at 35: I knit roses and peonies into my and my children’s gloves… it wasn’t much extra work to dye the red, once I had already cleaned the wool and spun the yarn, and to knit in the designs… and I wasn’t a gifted knitter but I was a good knitter, and I thought, well, it might not make a difference to how warm the glove is, but it made the children happy and it made me happy. I liked to make things beautiful when I could.

Another woman, a peasant from what’s now France, who died from getting kicked by a mammoth in 8995 BCE: [Patting her on the back] I made my family’s clothes too. Every day my sister and I wove and wove and tended our children. We went out of our way to make the cloth lovely. Not a trace of it remains anywhere on earth now… But it mattered to us. And she might not know our names, or know it was us, but evidently, it matters to her too. She has so much beauty available to her, in every direction, and she wants to make it where we once made it.

[everyone sobbing and high-fiving each other.]

A man from Britain, 1104 CE, sitting at the trans-temporal telescope, reporting on my doings: She’s stopped knitting and now she’s playing minecraft.

The other ancestors: Ah, yes, the dream of building. We know this one well. What vision doth she design now?

Telescope man: Looks like… Some kind of floating temple?

Everyone: [Goes completely apeshit]

Me: *literally just sitting here petting my dog*

My ancestors from 25,000 years ago: puppy

cyancherub:

gunsmoke in mirrors | kougami shinya

PAIRING.  enforcer!kougami x fem criminal!reader
LENGTH.  32,978 (also available to read on ao3)
GENRE.  action & nsfw (heavy on the latter… and when i say heavy i mean over 20k of this is smut)
EXTRA.  this is my contribution to my back from the dead collab !!

SYNOPSIS.  on the run from the scene of your crime in a city full of criminals, you finally meet your reckoning at the hands of an enforcer who outwits you at every turn.

CONTENT.  blood kink (m + f), fearplay (heavy), graphic imagery, gunplay (heavy) & unsafe gun use, knifeplay, mentions of death, pursuit, sex as a bargaining chip, threats of violence, violence as foreplay (knife fight, several injuries).  adrenaline chase, aftercare, autoerotic asphyxiation, begging, biting (m + f), brat taming, breathplay / choking (m + f), cowgirl, creampie(s), cum eating (m + f), cutting clothes, deepthroating, degradation (m + f), edging , fingering, foreplay (lots), hair pulling, hand kink, hate sex (sort of), humiliation, just the tip, kabedon, manhandling, masochism (m + f), mentions of masturbation & voyeurism, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, oral (m + f), oral fixation, orgasm denial / ruined orgasm, overstim (m + f), praise, provocation, punishment, pussyjob, restraints (handcuffs), rough sex, sadism (m + f), shotgunning smoke, simultaneous orgasms, size kink, smoking, spit, squirting, sweat kink, switching (?), teasing (m + f)

NOTES ON DYNAMIC.  constant fluctuation of power, kougami’s both soft & mean in this and gets progressively crueler as he’s provoked, reader is a bratty menace with a lot of personality

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS.  weapon inaccuracies (knives cut through walls and clothes like butter, gun inaccuracies probably), cigarettes last forever and don’t drop ash LOL, not canon compliant (diverges from canon plot; i also took several liberties with their world), kougami is in his early s1 era (ruthless & vengeful with criminals), he’s also ooc at some points BUT there is a reason for it, also dont try any of this at home LMAO

A/N.  well…. here it is… the fic that put me through the wringer lmaoo. this fic was supposed to be 5k words but apparently i have lost my mind over this man. a HUUUUGEEEE thank you & all my love to ari @prettyboykatsuki​ for beta reading this monster and for listening to me scream about the entire thing for the longest!!! ALSO… this one goes out to the lil psycho pass fanclub i love u guys

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CLICKING THE READMORE, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ALL THE CONTENT STATED IN THE WARNINGS.

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blackchlorine:

For the Black girls who grew up believing that their features were ugly….

They lied to us! We’re beautiful. ✨

k1saki:

thinking about how your fav looks between your legs as they rush to pull out and fist over their cock as soon as they start to cum, looking down at you with a slack jaw and low eyes before tossing their head back as you feel them painting your stomach…..

meownotgood:

arrival in tokyo / hayakawa aki

Aki has found you insufferable from the moment you were paired up together. It’s bad enough that they’re forcing him to work with a damn devil, but you happen to be the most disobedient, irritating devil he’s ever met. You seem to have quite the attitude, and brats like you ought to be put in their place.

• pairing: hayakawa aki x fem!reader
• word count: 23.2k
• tags: 18+, smut, exhibitionism (aki fucks you in an alleyway), light degradation, praise, pain play (aki puts his cigarette out on you), begging & teasing, face-fucking, thigh-fucking, spit kink, fingering, choking, 1 (one) spanking, pet names (good girl, baby, etc.), aki is a bit of an ass, he punches you in the face once

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

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