#Fire Force Imagines

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Fire Force | How They Show Affection

a/n this is a lil self-indulgent oops

Benimaru

Benimaru doesn't exactly come off as the most affectionate person in the world. He's not always physically loving and it's rare he'll tell you that he loves you, however he doesn't just straight up neglect you. He truly does love you; he's just very emotionally stunted.

He has a difficult time expressing his feelings for you, so he may come off as a little crass at times. But when he does, he always finds a way to make it up to you somehow. Whether that be with Konro's help by cooking your favorite foods, or him taking you out on a night around Asakusa.

It's easiest to tell how much he cares for you when it comes to anything involving your safety. He knows you can probably fend for yourself, but he will still do everything in his power and beyond to make sure you're uninjured. And god forbid anyone who lays a hand on you. Once it's all over, though, he'll try to calm down enough and just hold you. That's probably the best comfort the both of you can provide for each other.

Konro

Konro is fairly moderate when it comes to showing you affection. He loves you dearly, but he won't smother you (or at least he will try not to). He knows there's limits, but sometimes he can't help but want to kiss you right then and there. Beni cringes and the the twins forever make fun of the both of you, but that doesn't matter to Konro. What's wrong with showing his s/o some loving?

He's not opposed to pda in the slightest, of course he won't go overboard with it though. He enjoys holding your hand when the two of you go out on walks. He loves the feel of your hand in his much larger one because let's face it, the man is a giant.

Not only does he show you physical affection, but Konro, in private, will whisper all the things he loves about you and how happy you make him. He adores you and you have made his life better. Whenever you end up as the topic of conversation somehow, he always has this fond smile on his lips without even realizing.

Joker

There are not many moments you get to see your lover for more than a few hours at a time, but when you do, Joker makes sure to make the most of these fleeting moments. He knows it's not a good idea to have you in his life, but you somehow managed to sneak your way into his heart and he's fallen hard.

Joker is very much a physical lover. Any chance he gets, his hands are going to be all over you, and he doesn't give a shit who sees. He's a big fan of you sitting in his lap and just hugging him. The heat and weight from your body just soothes him in a way no cigarette could. Also expect many makeout sessions. He loves the taste of your lips and the way it confirms that you're really there with him.

Pda is a very touchy subject. While he normally doesn't care about who sees him loving up his partner, he still worries the wrong people are going to see and use it against him. So as much as he has that doesn't give a shit attitude, he has to be very careful sometimes. The only person he feels the safest showing affection in front of, is Licht. And it's always fun making the mad scientist uncomfortable.

Obi

This man will love on you 24/7/365 all the time. There isn't a moment where you will feel neglected from Obi. He genuinely loves you and feels the need to make sure you know. Besides, he can't keep his hands to himself when it comes to you.

Obi is another physical lover, but he's also very good about being vocal about his adoration as well. All around, he's the ultimate package. Whenever you're around, his hands are on you somehow. He likes to mostly hold your waist though. He also enjoys giving you kisses on your knuckles, and it's become a habit for him to kiss them before he leaves anywhere.

He doesn't mind pda in the slightest, in fact, he encourages. He's not outrageous in public, but he would be willing to give you a soft peck on the lips, hold your hands, hug you, etc... He's not embarrassed of showing you affection in public at all. Why should he be? Your his s/o, so he's allowed to love on you if he wants to.

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[hanaonesflower]

It was mid slumber when you felt pleasurable tightness in that hole of yours. You relished in the feeling of someone’s fingers driving in and out of that forbidden goodness. Incubus this and succubus that, if it was in fact a wet dream then you would do anything to stay asleep but as the feeling became more intense and everything squeezed together you could feel yourself being pulled out of your sleep by some sick twisted love fantasy.

There he was, giggling up a storm by the way you squirmed with his digits pumping frantically inside you. Curling and twisting and scraping your walls, his strong arm wrapped under your back as it emerged from the other side to cup and twirl on your morning hardened nipples before taking one between his teeth. Imminent release on the horizon.

“Good morning, pretty lady. How’d you sleep?” He sighed in your ear, the warmth of his breath ignited your soberness. You liked the feeling but something made you attempt to move away, he teasingly licked your shoulder.

“Huh? Don’t you like this? C’mon now, I thought you said you wanted to try something new.” You did say that.

You stood no chance of fighting him back, but you also enjoyed this, so much more than you ever wanted to admit. His ankle hooked on yours and spread your legs open, allowing him more access to your sopping cunt. To fully allow him to ravage your insides with just the measly tools of his fingers. He smirked knowing how much the act of fingering alone could easily topple you over the edge and he got excited. And you, too groggy yet too full with desire to resist. When he finished wreaking havoc, his digits that were once in your hole now tittering on your clit.

“Make a mess for me baby doll, it’s laundry day, anyway.” With that, you did.

Iwaizumi, Obi, Gojo, Nanami, Semi, Daichi, Bokuto, Higuruma, Kogami, Benimaru, Vulcan, Ushijima, Jean, Toji

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𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝖎'𝖒 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 | 18+

/ feat: obi from fire force / fluff & smut / enjoy <3

♡ pairing: obi akitaru x fem! reader

♡ summary: a cashier turns into a burning demonic infernal as you just want to get some work done at the cafe. luckily your date, the fire captain of fire force company 8, comes to your rescue and takes care of you, in more ways than one.

♡ c/w: hurt -> comfort, slow buildup, raw sex (use a condom!), hints of mating press, mild choking, pussy slapping, rough sex, captain kink, daddy kink, size kink, reader is called “princess” and gets babied a little, two horny idiots thirsting after each other the whole time who are secretly in love

♡ suggested songs: 🎧 I’m a firefighter by cigarettes after sex / rosemary by deftones

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You weren't expecting this. you weren't expecting any of this.

-- just fifteen minutes ago, 4:00 PM--

you were in one of your favorite outfits, feeling elegant and comfortable. you wore swooshy wide-legged pants and heeled boots that dangled as you sat in a tall chair. fun earrings dancing in the air each time you moved your head. brown-tinted glitter lip gloss lightly marking where you sipped on the hand-painted sage green mug. a sight to behold in the cafe. quiet, focused, charming in your own way.

you swirled a biscotti in your hot beverage and sucked on it before taking a bite of the softened part of the crunchy pastry and taking your first cautious sip of the drink.

it scalded the parts of your tongue that it touched, but you appreciated the pain, masochist that you were.

burning a hot trail down your throat, making its way down the esophageal tunnel, into your stomach. like a hot soup on a cold winter day.

your laptop was open. too many tabs open, frankly, for the project you were working on.

letting the noise of people's deep conversations and small talk fuel you to focus on productivity. you tuned their words out a little, now, as you scanned the message on the five-minute break you allowed yourself, over and over, butterflies fluttering in your coffee-filled stomach.

the handsome fire-fighter your friend set you up on a date with, Obi Akitaru, yes, the Obi Akitaru, was asking you out for a third date.

"Hey, beautiful. I hope you're having a good day. I know it's a bit early to ask, but I'd love to make us dinner at mine tonight, let me know. I can pick you up. x"

How could you say no to that? Usually men tried to take you right home from the club, or treat you as a booty-call after only asking for your social media with no real conversation going anywhere. Just a quick fuck. Not like you cared about that part--they just weren't even being creative in asking.

This man, on the other hand, caused heat to flush in your ears. Made you feel ways you haven't felt since having crushes in high school. Said and did everything that made your mind and body say "yes, just yes." You guys haven't even physically kissed yet and you loved how slow he took this--he saw you for the person you were. He made you remember that maybe romance wasn't actually dead in this day and age.

You bit back a smile--he had called you beautiful-- and typed,

"Hi handsome. I'd love to. I'll bring my favorite sake for you to try. See you later, have a good day too, okay? :)"

Not too long after you sent that, you saw a notification flicker in the upper-right corner of your screen. He hearted your message.

Another notification;

"Yay :)) I will now!!"

The way the giant man didn't even hide his warm excitement did something to your heart. He didn't play games. It made you less wary, unlike more than half of your dating history. To be fair, your friends did vouch for the guy, saying he was such a wholesome sweetheart, but you were still scared. What if it was just a front?

You always gave the nice guys a chance, but they'd turn out to be actual demonic entities in still-human bodies, you were convinced, and try to make you feel crazy for not taking their shit. You tried to do your healing and allow yourself to be vulnerable again, albeit behind a wall of glass first, but this guy was so damn attractive, and that in itself was kind of intimidating. Plus, he was the bravest kind of man out there. A part of the Fire Force.

When he took you out, though, you couldn't help but feel something different about him that set him apart. You felt safe. You felt like you could just be you fully and not have to mask for the first-date formalities. He gave you fucking flowers, complimented the little details of how you styled yourself, complimented your personality, not your body.

A sudden shift in the atmosphere brought you out of your sweet dreamy haze and back to earth. It felt like you were falling in a dream and suddenly awoke, nerves racing when you were supposed to land. It was an uneasy feeling...

And you weren't the only one.

It was quiet. Even with the cafe music playing, it felt uncomfortable.

Then suddenly a hiss sounded.

And afterward came the little gasps. A portion of the ceiling lit up a yellow-orange color, and right below it, the cashier had become an Infernal in the middle of calling out the latte they were handing out.

The smart people ran out the building out of true self-preservation. Some called for the Fire Force. You were...frozen while packing your things, heart pounding as shrieking filled your ears. You were tough and driven, but not prepared for combat or Infernal situations. This wasn't in your line of expertise. You were all just civilians.

The infernal was approaching a woman and her baby, who were farthest from the exit.

Something in you clicked, and just like that you realized, you really didn't give a fuck how afraid you were. Your vision was shaky from the adrenaline and you barely felt your body running as you somehow appeared right behind the Infernal. You opened your water bottle and splashed it right onto the Infernal, making it pause.

Large patches extinguished from the water, hissing louder than dumplings sizzling in oil-coated frying pans.

"RUN!!! Just go!!! Don't worry about me!!" you ordered the woman, who nodded gratefully, very wisely grabbed her car keys, and booked it with her sobbing infant, flashing you an apologetic look.

This was a cashier, one who had a life and seemed so kind, did nothing to deserve this, and had everything taken away in an instant. You took a moment to mourn for the cashier, whose corpse was never given a chance to rest after...well, yeah, its death.

The Infernal that remained did not care. Cutesy little pins -- like the Cinnamaroll and Mitski pins you complimented earlier-- on its burning apron juxtaposed with the flames coming from all orifices of the distorted face. The charred face looked like it was in agony but also like all of its memories were replaced with hellish bloodlust.

Little tendrils of flame suddenly re-appeared from the extinguished portions, and you got goosebumps as you saw its head slowly turn to you.

Its blazing attention was right on you. A searing pain entrapped your shoulders, like burning your scalp with a hair straightener--except this was so, so much worse. You gasped and tried to kick the thing away on impulse, but it was inhumanly fast, and hurled you to the wall. You flew right onto a table and chairs, metal and wood bringing searing pain that was sure to bruise. Somehow you were okay, though.

Those who were still in the cafe tried to fight off the Infernal, but it was wreaking utter havoc. The delicious aroma of roasted coffee beans blended with the acrid scent of singed hair, burning clothes, and no--please, it can't be-- burning skin. The charming little green plants around the cafe were converted into little bonfires.

Ever the greeter, the Infernal was right in front of the entrance, too. Smoke made your eyes feel dry, and there was a sharp pain in your lungs.

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—PRESENT TIME—

And here you are. You weren't planning for any of this today.

You hold your breath and try to think of what to do. You're trapped with an otherworldly creature that was just a kind person who took your drink order. Who didn't deserve any of this. Your shoulders are somehow not even second-degree burned as if by some miracle by Sol. You can say that the worst injury is a favorite shirt being forever ruined. But others aren't able to say the same.

A man hugging his boyfriend who is badly burned, telling him everything will be ok. A son in tears, screaming at the infernal not to touch his mom.

For a second you feel a fleeting thought. What if you die here?

So far there haven't been any casualties, save for the Infernal, but you're terrified.

You want to live. You want to see..how everything pans out. Because what if it does all work out? What happy experiences does life have in store for you that you have yet to discover?

To have a baby to keep safe, just like that mother, no matter how scary and dark this world has become. You... want to take the risk.

In the fire, the smoke, and the ashes, you tug your blouse over your nose and mouth to hopefully filter some air. Your stinging eyes fill with tears--tears coming from the resolve to actually live.

Slowly, you get your crumpled form back up.

You want to live to maybe even see Mr Hot Fireman.

His bravery. His ability to face death every day. The way he trains every morning, building thick tree trunk arms to carry people, save them. The same arms that brought you into a warm, gentle embrace when you both met outside the restaurant on your first date.

That's right, what would he do?

You gulp the cleanest gulp of air you could through only your mouth, and hoist up a heavy metal chair.

And that's when you charge. It's all or nothing now.

You have to keep this Infernal at bay until the Force arrives.

You swing and aim for the head. It actually makes the creature fall back.

Thank Sol you weren't holding onto the chair, as the metal would have conducted the angry heat from the torrent of flames the creature lets out straight to your hands. You shriek and dodge the attack, just in time. If you can't take flight, at least the adrenaline helps you to fight somewhat.

A white-hot pain wraps around your shin and blindsides you. Your heart drops. No. Not again.

The creature's hand is extended and warped to rope around your lower leg. You've pissed it off.

Just as you think, shit. This might actually be it but at least I tried, the Infernal suddenly lets go and the searing pain leaves, if only slightly.

The creature screeches the most horrid sound you've ever heard, leaving your ears ringing as its eyes face towards the sky.

And then you notice the black gloved hand impaled through the chest of the infernal.

A soft, "Latom" from a young sister's voice trails from behind the dying creature.

Finally, the poor cashier can rest in peace. The Infernal slowly dissipates into thick, black cinders that dissolve into the air, revealing a hulking figure clad in back with glowing blue stripes--who immediately props you up with thick arms you could feel through the heavy uniform.

"Y-Y/n," a deep, gentle voice breathes through the metal grated face shield.

He props up his grated face shield and looks over you, making sure you're not overly hurt.

"Obi?" you reach out for him, your bottom lip trembling. Fuck, you've only seen him twice before this but you need a hug.

And that's just what he gives you.

He holds you tightly, amidst the other survivors being escorted. Nothing can hurt you now, because he is here. Rubbing soothing circles into your back. Rocking you back and forth, dissolving your worries with just a touch. "I'm sorry it took me so long, you're safe now."

You want to diffuse the situation, to cope with humor as you always do. Except...there are no jokes, only every emotion you should've felt in the last fifteen minutes, giving you whiplash all at once. Your throat tightens.

You try to fight the wavering in your voice but he still hears it.

"No, you're g-good, you came so quickly, I thought for a second I was going to die," he's looking into your eyes, and dammit, hot tears are flowing down your face, so as a defense mechanism you smile and laugh, wincing a little at the pain in your ribs from being thrown earlier. "But, at least I got to throw a chair at its face!" you choke out.

His concerned expression breaks into a soft smile as he tenderly wipes away your tears with a rough gloved hand, the same one that punched right through a burning possessed corpse.

This moment alters your brain chemistry forever. Feeling warm, safe, soft under his dark brown gaze. Seeing his pupils are kind of wide as he looks tenderly towards you.

"That's my girl."

My girl. He really just called you his....Your cheeks burn at him saying that, and you turn away, unable to look at him without blushing. Biting your tongue to keep from grinning so hard. It's not lost on him.

You need to change the subject, and fast.

"I, uh, might need to get my things, since they didn't burn thankfully, can I?"

Akitaru chuckles, as if that's so obviously not the answer. "I've got it, Y/n, don't worry about a thing."

Before you can protest, he's carrying you high above the ground princess-style and frees an arm to hook it through your bag. You feel minuscule compared to him, so secure, in his hold. Men don't generally make you feel safe like this. But he? He's made you almost sleepy, and you know it's not just you coming down from the anxiety and tears. You're serene like you just meditated for an hour.

The firefighters are silently gushing about how cute you both look together. The rest of Company 8 knows who you are. Little do you know that their lovesick captain has been gushing about you since your second date, as well as today.

Showing the picture of you to the girls having them squeal about how much they shipped you, Arthur saying you are the Captain's Holy Grail, Vulcan making him a little fan the same day because he said the captain was overheating and overthinking.

They all find it cute, Obi finally finding another person to give him a break from all this chaos in the world. So when he asks if they're okay to handle things for today, they brush off this Infernal incident as small anyways.

"This is nothing, captain. You can trust us to help resolve this today," a young man called Shinra grins adorably with sharp teeth. So finally the man asks to take a damn break, he thinks to himself.

You don't see them exchange excited glances.

"How hurt are you, Y/n?" he asks.

"My shin got burned, my shoulders not so much, got thrown around but nothing's broken," you state simply for him.

He looks over at the burned areas carefully.

"Let's get to the truck."

On your way, you spot the mother you saved, still cradling her baby, who is fast asleep in its teddy bear onesie.

She immediately recognizes you and runs to you without jostling the infant, and you realize how funny it looks with the fireman holding you the same way she's carrying her newborn.

"I know you," she smiles, "you saved me earlier. Fighting tooth and nail with that thing. I really can't thank you enough."

You wave her off. "Anyone would've done it, I'm nothing special!"

She clutches your hands in hers, narrowing her eyes. "Well, no one else did. You were so brave out there. Give yourself credit." She turns to Obi. "She was amazing out there."

You finally meet Obi's gaze. How long was he staring at you with all that love(?) and adoration?

You laugh. "Well, just know that you don't owe me anything, just live with your little baby and be happy. That’s all I wanted."

You all eventually say your goodbyes, and Obi is silently taking your behavior as the greenest flags he's ever seen in a lady.

He sits you down on the edge of the truck's back and climbs in to the cooler near the front. In there he finds two sets of cold compresses.

He lets you feel them. "These good?"

You nod. Before you could grab any, he jerks the compresses away from your grasp. "No, you don't", he places them on you, giving you a sweet yet frustrated look that says "geez, let me take care of you". You chuckle at how he's treating you like a newborn lamb.

"This should do for now. We're going to my home now to get you to recover fully, unless you need me to take you elsewhere," the large man states very matter-of-factly, when you get far away enough from the cafe.

"B-but...what about your heavy uniform?"

His dark eyes lock onto yours warmly. "I train every day, so wearing 100-something pounds in equipment and uniform feels like a windbreaker; I'll be okay, cutie, don't worry."

Well, that was unexpectedly hot. You bite your lip and fidget with his collar. "I know you're very strong, I can tell of course, I just need to be held, without this in the way.”

He nods, warmth filling his body. To him, you are so adorable right now, telling him you need him. And boy, does he want to be there for you. "My condo is actually kind of close to here. I'll hold you the entire night if you need me to."

You both haven't even kissed yet, but he was acting like true husband material. It was making you feel so soft, so gushy, and very warm...admittedly in your nether regions.

You think you should be more shaken from this whole matter, but instead you're getting turned on from your date rescuing you looking so hot in his uniform, that supposedly weighs nothing to him. You curse yourself for wanting him to fuck the negative emotions out of you. Is this unhealthy of a coping mechanism?

"Thank you, I'll definitely need to be held if it's not too much," you hum, resting your head where his chest is.

His chest rumbles through the uniform. "I would do anything for you, Y/n, don't mention it." Your brain buzzes in reaction for the entire fifteen-minute walk it takes to get to his place.

You almost ask him to let you walk when you both enter the building, but his grip on you is tight and comforting. The desire to stay in his arms overrides the urge to move and seem like a strong, independent woman. The receptionist does not question anything and gives a kind smile to the two of you.

He's quiet during the elevator ride. Eyes flitting down to you protectively on occasion, his rage at the fact that an Infernal came so close to you, very readable on his little tense scowl. His jawline clenches and unclenches as he thinks about what would've happened if today went differently, if he was even a few minutes too late. He seems almost scared you’ll dissolve right out of his arms. Being the empath you are, you sense he just might be a little, teeny bit concerned about you.

"We're still on for tonight, right?" you ask, dissolving the tension in his mind.

His gaze softens. "You're still down?"

"Of course I am, you're my hero today," you purr up at him, knowing the gentle giant would probably like to hear that. He absolutely is.

Obi's wine-dark eyes twinkle as a blush creeps on his cheeks. He wants to be your hero everyday.

"That right?"

"Yes, big boy, I know you're worried, but" the elevator opens and he walks out, "I'm fine. Just a few scratches and bruises, my burns are only bad around my shins." You can still grab my ankles, though, you bite hard on the inside of your cheek to distract yourself from your mind that's always in the gutter.

It's hard to help, having this large hunk of a sweet man who saved your life princess-carrying you around town to his place, in 100+ lbs of freaking fireman gear as if it's nothing at all.

"Well, let me take care of you on this date, Y/n, I hope you don't mind homemade ramen."

You gasp. H-homemade?! Like all the ingredients??? Complicated beautiful ramen? You could just kiss him right now.

"Obi, that sounds wonderful, especially for today."

His smile is contagious. He's such a hard-working man, yet he wants to pamper you. This man couldn't get more dream-boaty than this.

He finally sets you down when you are inside the apartment.

It is spacious and clean, with some bits of industrial and rock music-inspired decor.

"Please, makes yourself comfortable. I'll get my first-aid kit and get a good look at wherever you're hurting, if that's alright with you."

You smile and nod, sinking into the most perfect squishy brown leather sofa as any worries you had, melt away.

His helmet and gloves are off as he brings you a cup of water. He smiles at you and you laugh.

"Obi, you've still got that bulky suit on, isn't it hard to move?"

He smirks, heading down the hall. "Not at all."

After a minute or two he reappears, and your breath hitches. Charcoal grey joggers hug his legs and...um..everything, and his black t-shirt is barely stretchy enough to hold his gorgeous arms.

He senses you eyeing him like a piece of meat and a heat creeps down his body. He clears his throat, pretending not to notice.

"Y/n, do you uh..have a way to take off your long sleeve shirt?"

Thank goodness you had a couple layers on underneath this.

"O-oh, yeah, allow me," you shyly avoid eye contact and unbutton your blouse, feeling the warmth of his gaze boring into you. He swallows thickly, and you don't hear it as blood rushes to your own ears. His eyes feel so heavy on you.

You strip of your shirt and are left wearing a flimsy little tank and bra. He notices how your nipples poke out, and he tries to think of something boring or unpleasant to keep from getting hard in front of you.

Luckily for him, you don't seem to be paying attention. You tug the shirt up to look at your ribs. There's a bruise, but not as bad as you thought it was. You press on it and wince.

"Silly, don't do that," Obi chuckles rather stiffly.

"It hurts here."

"Hahah, oh really? I had no clue that a dark spot would sting when you jab at it, Y/n."

"Okay smartass, you know what?" You laugh a little and wince again at your ribs reminding you meanly of the getting thrown incident.

His face is back to being serious as he looks over your injuries.

"I hope you don't need to be in urgent care and instead told me you were okay," he's anxious at the thought.

You laugh at how concerned he really is. "No, I'm just tender in some spots, no bone injuries, no organ injuries, promise."

His eyebrow quirks as he kneels in front of you, applying cool aloe vera salve on your minor burns. "Your skin is an organ. Liar."

Your face heats up as his rough hands tug your foot on his lap and he gently pulls up your wide pant legs to examine the burns on your shin.

"Y-you know what I mean, Obi." He's so silly when he tries to be stern with you.

He hums, bandaging the affected areas and doing a once-over of your body. You feel a little bold, and inclined to thank him for everything in a way that can resonate.

"Psst." Midnight eyes dart back to yours.

You beckon him closer, and his hands rest on either side of you as he props himself up to lean his ear close to you.

You whisper, "thank you for this," and move your hand from projecting your whisper to cupping his sharp jaw. You plant a soft kiss on his cheek while it's still turned to you. His skin is so smooth and hot to the touch.

You can tell he's now smiling from the way his cheek dimples, and he turns to you, eyes crinkling and pupils blowing wider as he gazes at you. You're so, so close to him.

"You're welcome, but just one critique," he drawls softly, his body heat, the scent of him in his cozy sweats utterly delectable. A gargantuan hand of his moves up to cover all the way around the back of your head.

"Oh? And what would that be?" you ask, tilting your head sweetly.

His nose touches yours, and you can't stop thinking about how you feel warm, so warm.

"You missed."

You both close the distance, and your lips lock hotly, cozily, perfectly. Your head spins and it feels like forever until he parts the kiss.

"Been wanting to do that to you," he whispers.

"Me too."

Your lips are back on his as you tug him back to you, and you feel him smile into the kiss, your hands trailing to the nape of his thick neck, feeling the fuzz of his fade. You're trying so hard not to devour each other, but it's really really hard for both of you to control yourselves. You gasp for air a little, and he pulls away to look at you, a love-dizzy grin on his face. You sigh at the loss of contact, giving him puppy eyes that make his heart throb.

"If I kiss you again, I won't be able to stop, and I'll forgo the need to cook you something to eat, which would be very bad of me," he murmurs sweetly, as he kisses the top of your head, hooking his arms around your legs and hoisting you up.

"I hope you can forgive me for being so mean and making us dinner," he finishes as he sets you down for the third time today.

You giggle. "Fair enough." You admire how his muscles are practically ripping out of his shirt as he turns his back to you to open the fridge. He takes out chasu meat he's marinated, noodles, green onions, dried seaweed, naruto, and eggs. Starts slicing the meat and simmering it with some onions, garlic, ginger, and broth. Boiling noodles. even the noodles look handmade, you think.

It starts to smell so good in the kitchen as you talk about funny work stories, about hobbies you enjoy, about music.

"Wait, you like rock, too?" his eyes light up, "no way!"

"Yes, way!" you smile, as you both talk about bands you enjoy. Music from before the cataclysm. Music with soul, with feeling, before most of the world burned down.

If not for the feeling of the bandages as you unconsciously trace a hand over your arm, you almost would have forgotten how today started.

"You know, not just anyone could make me forget about almost dying, but somehow you have," you ponder, eyes glittering up at him as you sip your water.

"That's how I feel about you, too, Y/n," he says. You can tell he means it. "Let's sit. Dinner's ready."

You hop down from the counter and grab a beautifully plated bowl of ramen. "This looks immaculate," you gush.

"Not nearly as good as the Lieutenant's cooking, I can tell you that much," he chuckles, cracking open a bottle of sake.

"We'll have the sake I mentioned at my place next time," you promise.

"Yes, I want to try it! I'm sure it's better than this one," he pours you a little sake glass.

"Pshh, nah."

The food and sake are both delicious. The raven-haired man may downplay it, but he's so good at cooking. Which, a man that cooks? Just one more reason why he's literally so enchanting. He's almost too good to be true.

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"You pat your stomach , satisfied. "That... was beautiful," you say with a grin, "but holy shit am I stuffed."

Obi hums. "And you're amazing, lady! Almost ate more ramen than me. Almost. But no one can beat me.” He winks. “Let's watch a show, yeah?" You both cuddle up on the couch, your head resting on his chest as one of the best pre-disaster shows --The Great British Bake-Off-- plays.

Both of you are creating you own commentary on the show, and his thick arm is curled around your waist. You play with his other heavy forearm, feeling the veins coiled around its girth and squeezing his muscles.

“Y/n,” he says, breaking a few moments of silence.

You hum in response, and he smiles at you picking up his forearm like it’s the heaviest thing in the world, and hugging it in your arms. He blushes as he feels your soft tits against him and almost loses focus on what he's about to say.

“Am I holding you enough like I promised you I would?” He’s genuinely concerned, peachy lips pursed in thought. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how he’s such a sweet man. You want to show him just how much you appreciate everything about him and his kind heart.

You move a little bit to straddle him and hold his face, accidentally turning the poor man on way too much, flustering him.

“…Obi, you’re doing amazing. I feel so comfortable, so safe. You’re so good to me, so strong, and I just know you’re such a good captain.” Captain. Fuck, everything you’re doing and saying is making heat rush downstairs to his aching cock. Maybe he wants to hear you say that one more time.

“Yeah? Is that so, pretty?” he says through slightly-gritted teeth.

You sense something in the shine of his eyes, laying beneath the waters, almost like a ravenous crocodile waiting to devour what sinks in. The hysterically strong man smells of almost danger, like he absolutely does bite. But he's trying, key word trying, to push it all under layers upon layers of sweet frosting, to no avail.

His hands holding you on your lower back rub circles on your soft exposed skin, and your hips twitch involuntarily to your sensitive nerves being caressed.

The dark-haired man picks up on your little innocent movement. His cock fucking jumps at your hips slightly grinding on him, and his nostrils flare a bit to catch his breath.

“Yes captain, I think you should keep holding me as you are,” you answer him, a hand of yours feeling the planes of his pecs. His heart is beating rapid-fire, like he's about to have a heart attack under you.

“Ah, so I should keep holding you just like this,” he says, drunk on lust, his hands moving down to the globes of your ass, naughty thumbs now choosing a new place to circle—the crease your hips make where they meet with the plush of your thighs as they’re wrapped around his torso.

The skin of your hips is so sensitive to his electrifying touch, playing with the bands of your panties, massaging you and making you feel like squirming. You whimper and your hips jerk back to get away from the burst of stimulation, only to bump into something big and hard.

Is that.....

It jump against the curves of your ass, to answer your question. You gasp, and curl a fist in his shirt. His rings of dark brown have disappeared into the darkness of his blown out pupils and he smirks.

He tightens his grip, and you feel his abs through his shirt as you scramble for balance.

“I’m waiting for your answer, sweetheart,” he’s snarling now, barely able to contain himself from wrecking you. You take a second to remember what he's asking.

“Y-yes, you’re holding me—,” his hands get ever closer to your core—“just right, fuck,” you squirm, causing you to grind a bit more on his hardened cock.

Heat creeps through your ears as he leans in to whisper, “Don’t stop moving baby, you’re making your captain feel so good right now, being so tempting all fucking day.”

“Yes captain,” you moan—to which he growls—you shiver and shift your hips to grind right on top of his hard member, heartbeat in your pussy as you feel the shape of his cock, how utterly perfect it is, right down to the mushroom tip…holy shit he’s thick. He helps guide you and your clit rubs right on him through way too many layers of fabric.

You whine and bite your lip, hand still on his washboard abs for stability.

“You like what you feel, love?” he asks, and you think yes, you do enjoy what you feel, with both your palms and under your soaking pussy. A bead of sweat is on his forehead from how aroused he is and how warm the air is around you both.

“Yes daddy,” you test the waters, he's asking so many questions, and it's getting harder and harder to answer him each time. Suddenly a gasp is pulled out of you when he flips the two of you over. His hands tease your waistband, as he looks you deeply in the eyes, a sharp predatory gaze making you clench around nothing.

“Say that again.” Arousal drips from his voice; it's so deep it's almost hard to make out what he's saying.

“Yes daddy, need you in me, please,” you repeat, not caring about how needy you sound. His ears perk up like a hungry wolf’s at your desperate, pathetic pleas.

“Good fucking girl.” He yanks down your pants and panties in one go, eyes never leaving you so he can watch your face as he sinks a finger in, a hand on your hips to hold you down.

"Could smell how wet you've been all damn evening, see how obviously you've wanted me all day," he pumps the thick finger in you, curling it towards your pelvis.

He groans and you mewl at how good just one of his fingers feels. Holy fuck, his finger is so big and rough as it thrusts slowly into you.

“Shit you’re so wet, baby...and it's all for me, yeah, gorgeous?” He spreads your wetness around, admiring how wet you sound, look, and feel. Your hips buck, and he slaps your clit.

You keen as he puts two fingers into your wet heat, reveling in how you grip around him. Like you don’t want him to ever leave you. Like you’re begging to be filled.

You're just thinking about how two of his fingers is thicker than three of yours when you try to stuff yourself. Just how thick is his cock, you wonder? You want it, and you want it to hurt.

Your arms are wrapped around his head, and you pull him closer so you both kiss. The kiss is steamed and ravenous, and your gasps are the perfect opportunity for his tongue to enter your mouth and find yours.

His knees hold your legs open and keep you from squirming as the heel of his hand rubs against your puffy clit. He breaks the kiss to hear your breathy moans better, as your arousal drips onto the couch.

“Tight little thing, making such a mess for me, you like my fingers? Yeah?” His hot breath fans over your ear as he talks dirty to you, every single word turning you on more and more. You spread your legs wider because you want him so badly.

“Mmh! Yes daddy, feels so good! Please, need you please!” you beg. He doesn’t need you to ask him any more than that. He quickly pulls his sweatpants and boxers down, and his cock springs out, slapping his shirt, spreading a bit of precum in its wake.

His cock is dribbling and delicious. Perfect, just as it felt when you were grinding on top of it. Girthy and long, with some black, neatly trimmed stubble above it, topped with a peachy pink drooling tip. Veins to match his forearms snake around his cock, especially the beautiful underside, as he pumps it, eyeing you like you're his favorite dessert. Your eyes are wide at how gorgeous his cock is, like the rest of his delicious, fine self. You need to see more of him though.

You tug on his shirt, and he catches your drift, chest swelling with pride at feeling so desired by the woman of his dreams. You both help each other to get undressed, ripping clothes off and tossing them to the floor.

He’s leaning over you, absolutely rippling in pretty muscles, and you admire all of the hard work visible in his physique.

“Your staring is making me blush, Y/n,” he breaks the lustful silence, coyly rubbing the back of his neck. Oh, so he's shy now?

“Yeah, Well, this is all for me, can’t help but stare,” your hands trace his firm muscles, nails scratching his skin lightly, making his cock jump visibly.

“I train every day for this, to build a body only one special lady can touch, it's all for you,” he lines himself up with your entrance, your thighs on top of his lap.

"'M a lucky lady," you shift impatiently, trying to get him inside you as soon as possible.

"But I'm much luckier," he rasps, slapping his cock against your clit, making you cry out.

He coats himself in your sweet juices, high on how delicious your arousal smells in the air. He swallows, trying to keep himself from going completely in with one thrust.

Your mouth makes a little “o” shape as he eases in the first couple of inches, stretching you out deliciously with his fat tip. The sting feels divine.

“Obiii~” you whine, and you feel every ridge of his cock as he pulls out a little, and then drags back in slowly, then out, then impales you all the way in til he bottoms out.

The stretch is unbelievable despite him going slow, and he gives you a few moments to adjust to his size. You can’t believe his big horse cock fit, but that's because you're made just for him, and he will make it fit every fucking time.

“Y/n…shit, you feel amazing,” he pants, and he rubs your clit a little to get you to relax a little.

“I'm so fucking full, fuck me Obi,” you whine, needing to feel him move inside you, which he does, and you add, “‘m all yours, please,” so that all sanity leaves the giant man above you.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans, and he starts pounding into you, his thick cock dragging along your walls making you cry and beg and scratch his back. Your legs feel like they're stretched and spread so wide to make room for the big man who's pistoning himself inside you. Your hands cannot possibly touch as your arms are wrapped around his back, and his largeness and vastness turns you on all the more.

He nibbles on your neck possessively as he folds you like the luckiest lawn chair alive, hitting spots no finger of yours could ever reach, making you see stars.

You’re babbling little “yes’s” and begging over and over in a melody to his ears, coaxing him on towards ramming into your sloppy little pussy, fat breeder balls slapping into your cunt, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Pleasure is making you feel dumb, and you want his cock inside you where it belongs, forever and ever.

“Obi,” you struggle to mewl his name, and he looks at you, clenching his jaw not to come right then and there at the adorable, hazed over look in your eyes.

“Yes, Princess?” He rumbles, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll back. Then he hits it again. Your nails claw his back like kitty scratches. And again. You squeal, sinking your teeth into his big ol chest, And again. Your body rocks with each of his powerful thrusts.

You’re drunk off his cock hitting your spot over and over, and he eats up all the little noises you make.

"Princess?" He holds your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact with him with your poor, teary eyes.

“K-Kiss… me,” you whine when you’re finally able to form words with your dumb little brain, and he happily obliges. Anything for his special girl. You’re devouring each other’s faces, tongues wrestling, eating each other’s moans.

You bite on his bottom lip, and he smiles into the kiss. “Dirty girl,” he rasps lowly, hips smacking into yours in one particularly sharp thrust, making you wail. Your legs wrap around him so he fucks you extra deep, as you kiss extra deep, your hands looking to hold onto something, anything, and settle to hook onto his shoulders. He curses under his breath, wanting to cum inside you just like this. But he can't. Because he was irresponsible enough to forget a condom anyways. you take him out of his thoughts with your weak babbling.

“You’re,” kiss, “so,” you both kiss again, “fucking,” *kiss* “big,” you whimper in utter bliss, a small bit of drool dripping from your mouth.

“Sorry, who’s big?” he nips meanly on your neck, and your legs and walls clench around him in sync at his bite, making him grunt loudly.

“You, captain Obi,” you whimper, and he moans beautifully, only hitting your overstimulated spongy spot now, battering into it with his huge cock.

You're close to finishing as most of your vision is filled with static, and he can tell by how sporadically you’re fluttering around him, threatening to milk him for all he's got. His rough pubes are brushing against your sensitive clit just right, and your toes curl extra tight as you can barely handle the pleasure.

Then, the cherry on top. One of his hands goes up to wrap around your throat and lightly squeezes, making you extra lightheaded and he sweetly says,

“Go on, angel, cum for me.”

Your vision goes white as you close your eyes tightly, your back arching into him as he slowly and deeply thrusts into you through your orgasm, your mouth open but not producing any sound.

When you come back to earth, it takes him a few more thrusts into your clenching heat before he forces himself to pull out, spilling his hot, sticky seed onto your stomach. His moans are the hottest sounds you've ever heard.

You pant and look at each other in the eyes as you both come down from your highs, and he smiles down at you. You smile back, sleepily, head buzzing, and he tells you he’ll be right back.

He wipes a warm, wet towel on your abdomen to clean you off. You twitch when he wipes your still sensitive pussy, and giggle as he folds the cum rag neatly once he's cleaned himself off.

Then you both lay there, on cloud nine, warming each other up on his couch, in utter bliss. He lays on top of you, his weight better than any weighted blanket or body pillow, sharp face smooshed between your boobs.

“Like I said, you can have me as many times as you want, any time you want me, I am at your service,” he reminds you as you snuggle, the sweet smell of sex still in the air.

“It’s gonna be a long night then,” you whisper, and he smiles, already hardening again. ♡

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A/N: thank you for reading 💌 after fucking all night they had a sleepover and y/n wears his big tee to sleep. <33 as they should.

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[herwritingartcowboy]

Can you please do a shinra X reader where the reader see shinra in his bansho man form and isn't scared of him (in this the form becomes permanent and shinra also becomes immortal and the reader is also immortal)

A/n:Let's just say in this time line Shinra was forever in bansho man form.

Fandom: Fire Force

Character(s): Shinra

Warning(s): Manga Spoilers

Readers Gender: Gn

You can still recall the day when you first saw Shinra in his so-called 'Bansho Man' form.

Shinra was so scared to see how you would react to him like this as before you would always call him cute but what would you think of him now. He tried to avoid you but you made your way to and instead of looking at him in disgust you just hugged him in tears. Shinra hugged you back as he misses you so much and was hoping for you to be okay. That's when you took in his appearance, "You still look cute Shinra", you said as Shinra looked away.

But somehow during all this time you two were lucky to have each other as sadly you both learned that you two are immortal. You both had watched and seen the world move on but yet you two still stayed. You two miss your friends but are happy to have each other.

"Even after all these years you are still the cutest Shinra", you said as you laid your head on his shoulder, "Thank you Y/n for not being scared of me" "Now why would I be scared of the man I love".

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[highwehyrat]

Captain Leonard Burns!!!!🤭🤭🤭

CEO of the Dilf Association. A man aged like the finest french wine, made with grapes from the finest grape vine.

This man could tell me to jump and I'd ask how high with absolutely no hesitation. Brat tamer in the making. If you do somehow find the audacity to go against his word, trust you will be dealt with.

Those flame calloused, heat ridden, massive hands of his will put you right back in your lane. Just a singular smack on your ass cheek will have you begging for his mercy.

Captain Leonard Burns!!!!!

Who requires you to beg his stubborn ass for four to five business days to let you ride him.

Who finds amusement in watching you struggle to sink onto him, chuckling silently to himself as he sees your face contort slightly into one of concentration.

He watches you closely as you gyrate your hips up and down on him, his piercing eyes taking in every inch of your body.

The moment he feels you've adjusted well enough to him, and you've had your fun in control, he holds onto your hips and begins mercilessly pounding back into you. The fucked out look on your face only fueling him to go harder.

He's growling like a feral animal in your ear as he feels his release near. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as thick ropes of his pleasure add to the tender warmth of your interior.

After he bathes your sore body, he slides into a fresh set of sheets with you lying atop his body. He sips a glass of whiskey as he listens intently to you complaining about how he took over despite agreeing to let you have the night in control.

He discretly licks his lips at you mentioning having to do this night all over again some other time cause you didn't manage to do everything you had set aside for him.

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[babydaddyleorio]

To Mars 

“I’m gonna take us to mars one day.”

You lazily turned towards Joker, your eyebrow slightly raised and your fingers threaded together across your stomach.

“Isn’t fire burning that place, too?”

Now it was Joker’s turn to shift towards you, his forehead creased suddenly in realization as he processed your words.

“Then I’ll take you to another planet. One where the fire doesn't exist.” Joker hummed as he took a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke from his mouth with a laugh. “How’s that sound?”

You chuckled slightly, the blades of grass surrounding your head breezing gently in the wind. There was a moment of silence that flurried between your figures as your eyes remained on the grey sky above, so polluted that not even the stars shined anymore. You had enough of this place and wished for nothing more than to escape the flames, the devils, and every other nightmare that visited you every day.

You turned your head towards Joker again.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Joker’s signature grin fell onto his lips at your words. He grabbed your hand and moved it to rest against his cheek. Your touch felt so warm against Joker’s skin, and he couldn’t help but lean closer into the safety your palm held.

“One day I’ll get us out of here,” Joker grumbled as he softly closed his eyes. “Just you wait.”

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[kitty35]

Good Memories

Benimaru Shinmon x Chubby!Goth!GN!Reader

Summary - Watching Shinra and Arthur training with my boyfriend, Benimaru, brought back distant memories from when we were in our training days. What sweet memories they were.

Type - Fluff!!

Requested - Yes!

The two young boys from company eight have been visiting more and more for training from Benimaru. It was fun to watch them fight and learn better ways to use their powers. It reminded me of when Beni and I used to train. Of course we still did, but this was a different type of training. Shinra and Arthur were still learning everything that their abilities could do, still trying new things to see what works best for them.

It was very different when we were that young. The higher ups would always criticize me for the way I dressed and looked, saying that I shouldn’t be in this field of work. Beni would look over his shoulder at me to see my reactions. He wanted to comfort me but really didn’t know how. He wanted to make all the horrid words stop but just couldn’t, not right now at least. Not while he still couldn’t fend for himself. Though, all I would ever give is a harsh glare and the promise that they would eat their words. I’m pretty sure that attitude was why he fell for me in the first place. 

“(Y/n)!” I heard my lover call out, pulling me from my memories. I blinked a few times, fully coming back to reality, before looking towards him. “Why don’t you come help out?”

“Sir, is that really okay?” Shinra mumbled, an unsure look covering his face. 

“A knight would never lay a finger on a (prince(ss)/royalty)!” Arthur exclaimed. “Even if they look like a vampire!” Benimaru glared at the two boys as I walked closer.

“What do you need help with?” His arm wrapped snuggly around my waist, squeezing my hip the way he always did. It was the only PDA he ever did and it was mostly for him. That action told me he needed a break from people, that he needed a second alone—or, preferably, a second with me alone.

“Show them why you’re ranked so high in this company.” I couldn’t help the smile that came to my lips as he began to walk away.

“Can do, darling!” Once we were alone, it was quiet. “Well, are you guys going to attack?”

“I…I don’t wanna hurt you.” Shinra spoke, making my head tilt. 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I-I mean- It’s just- You’re-“ He couldn’t get a single word out.

“You don’t look like a fighter!” Arthur finally spoke. 

“I assure you, I am. Now, treat me the same as Beni.” It took few more seconds of worry before Arthur charged forwards. I waited for him to get close before activating my fire. Being the same generation as my boyfriend really was helpful. Without even moving so much as a finger, the blonde was sent flying away from me, crashing into a wall. His head popped up from the rubble with a confused expression. 

Next was Shinra. He tried to come at me from above. I waited till he was above me to do what I was going to do. As he came closer, I changed the air pressure. This made it denser around me, effectively making it much harder for him to actually get towards me. He struggled in his spot before putting his flames out. That send him flying right next to his team mate.

“What?!” They looked over towards me as I smiled. My feet lifted off the ground as I laid back, using my fire to make me float in my place.

“So you are a vampire!” Arthur accused, making me burst out into laughter. With the wave of my hand, I had them floating too.

“All this talk about not wanting to hurt me and you can’t even touch me? Isn’t that pathetic?”

“How…How are you doing this?” Shinra asked as I dropped them in front of me.

“Heat flow. By using my fire to heat up or cool down certain places, I can basically levitate things.”

“That’s so cool!” The shark toothed boy exclaimed with stars in his eyes.

“Now, do you guys still think I’m too weak? Or will you actually treat me like an enemy?” They both gave the correct answer and began attacking again. For a few hours we continued like this. The sun had set by now and they looked exhausted. Benimaru came back out to see me floating in place as the two boys struggled to even move their arms.

“I see you did a good job.” The compliment made my cheeks turn red as a smile came to my lips.

“Of course. You did trust me to give them a good lesson.”

“You two,” Beni spoke towards the kids, “go inside and get food. Konro made diner for you.” They struggled to drag themselves past the cloth door. Once they were gone, Beni turned to me. This time with a gentle smile on his face. “Now, for us.”

“Do I not get diner? I worked my ass off doing your job!” 

“No, you do. But first we’re going to the bath house.” He moved closer to me before wrapping his arm around my waist once more. I didn’t notice it till he got closer, but he was carrying a bag that was probably full of clothes and bath things.

“Oh wow, aren’t you just the romantic?” He didn’t respond as we began to walk. I didn’t mind. Benimaru was never a man of words, he was a man of actions. The action of bringing us to the bath house showed that he was thinking about me. The way he washed my hair and body showed how he cared. His gentle hands were always so warm and calm against my skin, making sure to touch every inch of me. He even remembered to grab makeup wipes. 

As he dragged the wipe across my face, his other hand would hold my chin. My eyes would stay closed as he just stared at my features, taking in every one. He loves how I do my makeup, loves watching as I carefully put it on every morning—but he also loves when he could see me like this. So completely me, something that no one other then him could see. Once we both were clean, he pulled me into his lap and leaned back to relax.

Though, these actions weren’t the only ones he took to show he loves me. When people whispered, saying we shouldn’t be dating because of the way I looked, he would make sure they didn’t ever repeat those words. People who aren’t from Asakusa tend to look down on our relationship. It was something I had gotten used to back when we first became friends, though he refused to do the same. No, he needed everyone to know that I wasn’t someone who was to be messed with or spoken about like that. To Benimaru, my appearance didn’t matter because that wasn’t what he fell in love with. He fell in love with my soul, it was only an added bonus that he also loves the way I look. The gothic clothes were unique for Asakusa, making me stand out in the best way possible and he loves that my hips were the perfect place to rest his hands. Everything on me just fit so perfectly against him or in the palm of his warm hands.

“Seeing Shinra and Arthur training like that reminded me of when we were that young.” I spoke calmly, head resting on his shoulder.

“We aren’t that old, darling.” He chuckled out.

“I know, but it was a while ago that we were in their position.”

“Thank fuck we aren’t there anymore. I hated some of those higher ups.” He pulled me a little closer, eyes not really focusing on anything in particular.

“Good thing they aren’t here anymore.”

“If they were, then I’d kill them for everything they said to you.”

“I know you would, and I love you for that. But I feel like I’ve done a pretty good job of proving them wrong.”

“Of course you have. Look at you.” He didn’t know how to say what he wanted to but that was okay because I knew what he meant. 

“Did you bring my comfy clothes?” I asked, lifting my head up and bringing my hands from the water.

“Why?”

“My skin is getting all gross. We’ve been soaking for too long.” With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around my back and under my legs before standing up.

“Yes, I brought your comfy clothes.” Once out of the water, he set me down. “Go get changed, I’ll wait for you at the front.” 

“Okay!” Leaning up, I placed a gentle kiss to his lips. That same small smile he always had covered his face as I pulled away. He gently slapped my ass as I walked towards the changing room, making me stick my tongue out at him before shutting the door. My heart fluttered in my chest once he couldn’t see me.

Benimaru has always made me feel special, ever since day one, and I doubt that would ever change.

A/N- To the person who requested, I really hope you liked it!! I usually try to write Reader as neutral as possible, wether that be gender, color, or weight so I really hope this was good!! I had a lot of fun with this piece so thank you for requesting it!!!! <3

Also! I actively chose not to make this a piece where Reader is insecure about their body because I don't think there is anything wrong with being chubby! I see it all the time where when a Chubby!Reader is requested, the story is centered around insecurity and poor body image which I'm not a huge fan of. As a person who doesn't see other people as just their body and instead their personality and morals, I believe that everyone should love their body and who they are! Idk, I just really hope that who ever requested this enjoyed it!!!

#shinmon benimaru x reader #benimaru shinmon #benimaru x reader #shinmon benimaru #fire force x reader #fire force imagines #fire force fluff #x reader

[zaimta]

congrats on getting 100 followers !! <3 do you think you could do joker from fire force with #3 ; w ;

joker- “how did you even get up to my window? my room is on the second floor.” “romeo finds a way, juliet.”

a/n- this prompt is so perfect for him your mind omg, but anyways i hope you enjoy!

100 followers event

“twack….twack….twack….”

you peered up from your book in frustration “seriously you would think those birds would learn after bumping into the glass once.” you rolled you eyes and continued reading, no bird was going to ruin your evening of relaxation.

“twack….twack….” “twack twack….twack….”

your eye twitched in irritation “oh okay i got you.” you hopped off your bed and walked into your closet searching for something, anything to keep that pesky bird away.

“ twack twack twack….twack….” “twack twack….twack….twack.”

“alright motherfucker count your days because no one interrupts my-”

“knock knock.”

you dropped your fly swatter in shock “a little warning would have been nice what are you even doing here!?” you yelled at your boyfriend who clearly had the habit of letting himself in unannounced.

“hey now i told you, i used morse code.”

“i thought those were birds!”

he raised his brow “so your grand plan was…to fight them off with a fly swatter…?”

you kicked the fly swatter behind your feet “it was an impromptu decision. but that’s not even important how did you even get up to my window? my room is on the second floor!”

joker tapped your nose with a grin “ah that’s the thing my dear romeo finds a way, juliet.”

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[qissu]

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sUMMARY ▶ After an incident Konro teaches you how to cook

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You felt sick to your stomach after visiting with some of the Asakusa women as they discussed the kinds of food they prepare for their husbands and wives. You felt OK when they showed you pictures of the dishes they had prepared, but when they asked, you became nervous.

You never entered the kitchen to prepare food; rather, you did so because Konro would prepare everything.

“Hey y/n, show us some of your creations.” They all smile as they all glance at you.

“I just try my best, and Konro loves it, but I don't have any photos, I mean.”

"What is his preferred cuisine? If you made it, we would be thrilled to taste it."

You try to recall the discussions you and Konro had in the past over his favorite cuisine while you bite down on your lips.

“Soda noodles, I mean soba noodles!" You smile while keeping your anxiety hidden.

"Oh, that's one of my wife's favorites. Do you sprinkle yours with sesame seeds? My wife has a similar fondness for hers."

"Sesame? Like the flower seeds?"

They all give you puzzled looks. Simultaneously, Konro approaches from behind you.

“Sorry ladies, my wife is always looking for the right opportunity to joke.” He gives them a smile before turning to face you.

"Are you all set to return home? I cooked a new dish, and I hope you like it."

"Aw, Konro also prepares meals? Quite the romantic." The group of women sway over Konro while blushing.

Konro is confused as he glances between them and at you, and as you rest your hand against his chest, you take all the glory.

"Yeah, Konro occasionally cooks, and surprisingly, he does a great job. With this one, I must have hit the jackpot."

As he spoke in your ear, Konro lowered his head. "It would be a shame if they find out the truth."

He smiles and leans back up. "Why don't all of you drop by our house tomorrow? I'm confident my wife's culinary abilities will amaze you."

The sound of his words caused your stomach to drop. They all agreed before you could even say a word.

"Meeting you all was nice," Konro waved as he left with you holding hands.

"I know I shouldn't have lied, but at the very least, you should have stood up for me! Now I need to cook!"

"But it's easy, I promise."

"What if I perform my wifely responsibilities? Give you head tonight, shall we say."

Your mouth was quickly covered by Konro. "Last time it worked, but this time I mean it."

The following morning, Konro awakened you early. “If you want to learn a few things, we need to get going right away.”

Konro helped you out of the bed, both Konro and you washed off together.

"There's nothing like a hot shower to lift your spirits." You smile as you head for the door, you don't get far as waka walks in, pulling you back inside.

"I bribed waka with his favorite food since I thought you would try something,"

“Make sure she doesn't cook it.” He sits down while keeping an eye on the two of you.

Up until Konro started giving you instructions, you started to feel bored.

If I knew Konro sounded this hot when demanding me I would have been in the kitchen sooner.

After a few self-inflicted cuts, you began to get the hang of it, and then you had to cut the green onions. You tried to look over your shoulder at Konro after he surprised you by pressing his body against yours, but he turned your head to look down.

"You must keep an eye on the green onions when cutting."  With each cut, his body pressed deeper into you, and you could feel the warmth of his body on yours. He directs you with the knife while placing his hands over yours.

"Green onions are optional, but I always prefer to have it with my soba noodles."

Just being in that moment with him you could sense his passion for cooking, which made him even more attractive.  

You could have married anyone, so why did you choose me?

"I fell in love with you, didn't I."

“Still, I should be able to cook because I can sometimes tell when you're tired.”

"Is it because of yesterday? Y/n you don't have to know how to cook to keep me, I rather see you enjoy my food, is that so hard to believe?

You turn around in his arms, his eyes lowered to your lips.

"And it's time I leave, call me when my plate is done." waka head out, not wanting to feel uncomfortable.

You stared at him with lust in your eyes. He smiles while he continued to cut the onions. 

Being with Konro always kept you level headed.

You had no reason to doubt his love for you just because of yesterday. After collecting yourself for a few minutes you turn back around.

"I got it from here, you can start on waka's dish." He nod in response.

Throughout the day you shared a few laughs and kisses with Konro, once you both were done the kitchen was a mess.

"Don't worry about the kitchen, our guest should be arriving soon." You both hurried and place the dishes out on the table, changing into different clothes before you welcome them in.

"Wow this spread looks really good." They all hurried in to sit. They were close to drooling from the soba noodles' potent aroma.

You don't dig in first, you wait until your guest tries a few bites.

"Oh my! this is really good! Even better than my dish. I can now see why Konro is in love with you, your an amazing cook."

"Heh...thank you." You smile at her response, rubbing your hand back and forth against your pant under the table.

"My wife is a good cook, but that's not why I married her. She has many qualities, but I love her for who she is and who she is going to become."

As he spoke you felt his thumb rub back and forth against your hand under the table.

"I wish my husband was like Konro, all he does is work and when he comes home he eats his food and burps." Everyone started to laugh around the table.

When Konro was serious, he appeared to be quite seductive as you watched him entertain your guest.

Oh he's getting pussy tonight. You thought to yourself as you join back into the conversation.

You and Konro are left to finish cleaning up after your visitor leaves after a brief exchange.

"I had a good time, and it was lovely to see you smile honestly for a change."

"I'm always smiling."

"True, but I could tell something is always bothering you. Plus when you smile you always show your teeth."

Konro pinches your cheeks as he plants a kiss on your forehead.

You playfully push him away. "Don't get sappy on me, we have to clean." You look away as you said it, not wanting him to see you blushing.

"Y/n?" he called out.

"Yeah?" You look up at him.

"I love you." He said, keeping his eyes on you.

As a result of his comment, your heart began to beat more loudly in your chest. While you make a huge deal out of it, Konro carried on cleaning as if nothing had occurred.

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[ryoskuna]

i’m leia, although some people also call me nani. honestly, you can call me whatever you’d like as long as it’s respectful. I’m twenty-two years old and a full-time contributor to capitalism because I have bills to pay, although i will be taking grad school courses in the summer of 2023. my pronouns are she/her/hers (they is also acceptable).

content i make: sfw, fluff, angst, nsfw (minors do not interact), tons of aus, oc x canon character content, content specifically for readers and/or original characters of color (will be specified), whatever SELF-indulgent content I desire. 

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you also don’t have to be in my inbox solely for requests, feel free just to stop by and talk and chat or for concepts. 

CURRENTLY, REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

fandoms i write for: bleach, naruto (though i will NOT touch boruto with a 10ft stick), jujutsu kaisen, fire force, my hero academia, haikyuu, burn the witch, demon slayer, monster prom, genshin impact, blue lock. fandoms i’m considering writing for: sk8 the infinity, chainsaw man. this list is subject to change.

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favor fire, joker (fire force) x reader [NSFW]

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[urlranpo]

Fire Force | No Touching

summary | when you place a bet that he can't even cum without your help, he accepts the challenge.

ft | benimaru, konro, joker

warnings | f!reader, nsfw, mutal masturbation, dirty talk

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Benimaru

The moment you set this challenge in motion, Benimaru is hesitant. He's not one to back down from a fight, but the second you shed your clothes and sprawl across the futon, he's losing all will. How can one be so cruel when they look so fucking pretty?

A drawn-out groan leaves his throat when you spread your legs, fingers inching closer and closer to your naked heat. This is torture you're teasing him. "This is supposed to go both ways you know?" you pout at him, seeing as he's still fully dressed in his uniform. The only thing amiss with his appearance was the evident tent in his pants; pants that need to be removed right now.

A barely noticeably blush crosses his face as grunts and gives in. It's only fair after all. He shoulders off the top half of his regular uniform and pops the button of his pants. You watch him from across the room as he strips and find it amusing how bashful he looks. It's not like you can laugh though, you're practically salivating at the sight of him.

"You're gonna kill me one of these days..." he mumbles mostly to himself. He leans against the wall across from you as he gives his hardened cock a few tugs. Mismatched red eyes bore into your form as his thumb swipes over the head. You can see the frustration radiating off of him, but you're not quick to give in. After all, he did agree, and you want to see how long it takes him to give up and take his loss out on you.

But Benimaru is determined to see this little challenge of yours through to the end. While he pumps his thick cock, he watches your circle your cute little fingers around your clit. In the back of his mind, however, he's planning about what he's going to do after he's won and how he's going to wreck you so bad you'll never suggest something like this again.

Konro

Konro's breath catches in his throat when he sees you stripped and bare for him when he comes back from a patrol. There's absolutely nothing more he wants than to feel your skin, to touch you. But you give him a warning look, reminding him of the arrangement you made earlier.

Internally, his thoughts are spiraling, but he stays as composed as he can possibly manage. He accepted this challenge, so he intends to make good on his word. Following in suit, Konro removes his own clothes, showing off his scarred muscles. You can't help but stare, and he notices.

Chuckling, he takes seat across from you and he can't help but admire you just as well. God, you look stunning. No matter how many times he's seen your naked form, he'll always remain in awe at your beauty.

Konro loves you and he knows you love him just as much. As he gets lost in admiration for you, he nearly forgets that you're currently across from him whimpering while you stuff your fingers into to your messy cunt. Even your face looks so cute when it's scrunched up in pleasure.

He sighs heavily while one hand runs down his waist to his cup his balls. Whenever he's alone usually, he'd always start off slow, working himself up while having you on his mind. But now that you're in front of him, watching him get himself off, he wants nothing more than to cum and get it over with.

No matter what silly request you make of him, Konro will want to follow through for you. So, he'll do this dumb idea of yours for now. But the second he comes, he's going to pounce on you. He loves you so much and just want to feel you so bad. So please be easy on him.

Joker

If it's a challenge you want, then it's a challenge you get. Whatever made you think this is a good idea, is beyond Joker, but he'll indulge you. He's always willing to try new things anyways. Since his secret hideout is void of any other occupants (Viktor), he takes the opportunity to undress himself.

"I'll do whatever you want, darlin', but don't start crying when you're beggin' me to shove my dick in you," he shrugs as he loosens his collar and kicks off his shoes. You have to scoff at him. There's no possible way you'll lose. He's the horndog in the relationship, not you.

He chuckles to himself at your overconfidence. Once all his clothes are stripped away, he digs for a cigarette from one of his pockets of the discarded clothes. He lights the stick and takes a drag before letting his back fall against the wall behind him and puff of grey smoke out of his mouth.

There he lazes in all his nude glory, raising a brow at you. With a cigarette in one hand, his other hand finds its way to the base of his already harden member. "Do you plan on holding your end of the deal or do you just wanna sit there drooling?" he asks as he begins to languidly pump his cock.

Involuntary, a moan slips past your lips at his demeaning tone, but you quickly try to cover it up with the fact that you're touching yourself. But like the know-it-all he is, Joker sees through you and smirks to himself. This is where the real funs begins.

Sooner or later, he's going to have you begging for him and he won't even have to lift a finger. Sure, he'll feign innocence and coo about how much you need him, and how he's willing to provide a helping hand.

You may have lost the challenge you put in place, but he'll make sure to comfort you in your loss by kindly plowing into you from behind and making sure your bedridden all tomorrow.

#fire force #enn enn no shouboutai #fire force smut #fire force x reader #fire force imagine #enn enn no shouboutai x reader #benimaru #benimaru shinmon #konro #konro sagamiya #fire force joker #karim flam #benimaru smut #benimaru x reader #enen no shouboutai #enen no shouboutai smut

[kkaisarion]

when fire ghouls play the guitar Like That

#imagine ifrit teaching dew how to do it #dew hanging on to his every word in awe at how pretty and nimble ifrit's fingers are #or maybe ifrit doesn't get a chance to before he leaves #and dew can't bare to watch videos of ifrit playing because he misses him too much #but dew forces himself to learn because his pack needs his fire #anyways i'm having a normal one today thanks for asking #the band ghost #ifrit ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghoul headcanons #shitghosting

[wulvbonez]

i collapse onto the floor in a bloody heap . skywing

#i dont even like wof that much #i saw a video abt spec biology and fire and i was like. i need to dragon. NOW! #and so i #anyway i imagine they work a lot like australian fire hawks #but they ignite fire instead of spreading it #basically they burn stuff to force prey to run out and then swoop down and eat #they could also have other fire-resistance things but the armor is the most obvious #third eyelid too for extra protection #they spray it as to not get it close to them #and can only do it in short bursts to give themself time to cool off #skywing #wof #wings of fire #wof art #skywings #spec bio #speculative biology #dragon

[excavatinglizard]

I saw him one last time, and he was burning, burning, burning

Anyway, imagine that this is post-trimax finale

#commissions open #trigun fanart #vashwood #trigun maximum #trigun #excavatinglizardsart #the manga kid in me is coming out FULL FORCE I tell you #feels so good to work with ink again #lizard attempts Japanese #once again pardon my translation #uhh this was inspired by portrait of a lady on fire. but only I understand how. and Ness who showed it to me in the first place #imagine if you will. that vash visits WW one last time after the end. to tell him he won or survived or just. to say goodbye #anyway

[leehoonii-i]

Imagine that your drunk and you confess to Benimaru and this man becomes feral over you and eats you out/sucks you off and rails you and then does after care.

#benimaru smut #benimaru shinmon #x reader #smut #imagine #benimaru x gn #fire force

[itjazzbicch]

Forever Crazy

Pairing:  Husband!Leonard Burns x Wife!Fem Reader

First time writing for Burns, so I hope I did well!

Summary: (As a part of my calendar reaction series):

Seeing the new fire force calendar, the reader is still madly in love with her husband she's been with for a long time, taken by surprise when he comes home and sees that she's still so crazy about him...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Foreplay, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1k

“Did you see that next year’s new calendar is out?”

This was my favorite time of the year. Every time a new calendar was released, I had to see Leonard’s page. My best friend knew that as we were at the store, getting the calendars for ourselves, as both our husbands were in the force.

“Why do you think I’m here?” I laughed with her, both of us picking up a copy, flipping through to find what we came for.

Leonard never ceased to blow my mind in all the years we spent together. My mind blocked out the rest of his squad, solely fixed on him.

My best friend was going through the same experience while finding her husband’s page, singing a holiday tune jokingly:

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year!”

“You’re too much,” I giggled softly, lost in Leonard’s image, holding the calendar to my chest as she poked her head over to me:

“And you’re almost drooling!”

“Leave me alone!” I scolded playfully, shooing at her, “You know I’m still madly in love with him. I’ll never get over that I married such a fox.”

“I know. You two were meant to be,” She smiled, guiding me to the register, “But wait till you’re home to be drooling like that.”

“Shush!” I scolded again, rushing to the register, slightly embarrassed.

Saying goodbye to my friend, I quickly made my way home. Leaving the calendar on the counter, I figured I’d start dinner. Leonard would be home soon, and I always loved his smile when he came home to one of his favorite meals.

Dinner didn’t take me long to prep. Our food was in the oven as I washed my hands, relaxing against the counter as my eyes found the calendar.

I couldn’t resist, drying my hands and flipping back to Leonard’s page, completely gone in his image, memories, and endless fantasies of him.

“Hm, what are you doing, beautiful?”

Leonard’s voice made me jump, the calendar smacking the floor, holding my chest as I gasped for air:

“Leonard! You scared me half to death!”

“I said I was home when I came in,” I didn’t even hear him come in! He found it funny, rubbing my back and looking at what I dropped, a grin on his face, “Ahh, I see.”

Backing against the counter, I covered my bashful face as he picked up the calendar that was still on his page.

“Was someone having a little personal time?”

“You’re a wonderful sight, honey,” I muttered, filled with butterflies as he put the calendar down, towering over me with his chest revealed through the gap in his shirt, his blue eye beaming into mine.

“That right?” He smirked, toying with the trim of my dress before slithering up my thigh, thumb grazing the lace of my panties and feeling how they were damp, mushing the slick against my clit, his whisper making me jitter, “You’re that wet just from staring at a photo of me?”

“I can’t control it,” Putting my head down, he made sure my eyes stayed on him, unbuttoning his shirt some, still rubbing at my clit:

“Well, aren’t you blessed? Having the real deal right in front of you?”

“Surely blessed,” Whimpering, his thumb bundling my nerves had my walls clenching around nothing, making my thighs quiver, mouth watering at his silver, broad chest, moaning at his finger slipping into my panties, sliding through the wetness before giving my walls something to squeeze.

“All these years, and you’re crazy about me like we just met,” Kissing me, I couldn’t kiss back without my lips breaking in moans, only a finger creating a good stretch, clinging to his shoulders and rolling off my tongue:

“I’ll always be crazy about you, Leo.”

“That’s good to know,” Pulling back and pushing my panties to the side, I heard his belt buckle jingling, glancing to the oven as I knew where things were heading:

“I have to watch the stove-“

“We can keep an eye on it,” Picking my leg up by the calf, he turned me against the floor-to-ceiling cabinet where I wouldn’t slip or fall, stretching it up for access to my dripping cunt, “Nothing wrong with an appetizer before dinner.”

“You’re not wrong,” I blushed, hugging his head as he slipped into me so quickly, my backside smacking against the cabinet, jaw hanging as a bright flash blinded me, “Baby!”

“Yeah?” He snickered, amused but humming against my neck, grinding his cock deeper into me slowly.

“F-Faster?” He always made me desperate for more in an instant, the weight of his chest heavy against mine and had my breaths shaky, “Please?”

My back was glued to the cabinet, shaking as he bucked his hips into me, the sweetest moans flooding his ear, trying so hard to stay up, but the way his tip attacked my sweet spot, my legs started to fail me.

“I really make you weak, huh?” Holding me up by the thighs, I wrapped all fours around him, nearly screaming at the new depth; his cock was beginning to feel like too much, but I still wanted it.

“Uh huh!” Tangling my hair and his silver locks, I put a smile on his face with all my moans and praises; the way I’d lose control always made him proud of himself, but growing serious as the pressure in my core gained more weight, “I love you, Leo.”

“I love you too, honey,” Throwing up a rougher thrust, I kissed him, pressing my lips harder and harder as I struggled to breathe, hips jerking as his thrusts stayed calculated, driving deep to push me to my limit.

“G-God,” I swallowed down just to choke on my breath, gasping out as I started to cum and pulsate, “Ngh, ugh!”

Just as I came, the timer for the oven went off. I glanced at it, but he brought my eyes back to his.

“It can wait a minute,” Rapidly firing his hips, I came again before I even realized it, his cock so hot and twitching against my walls, stuffed deep in my womb and spilling his seed as he stilled, “You can let me enjoy this.”

“Of course, baby,” I enjoyed it too, more than he knew, kissing his cheek and cooing, “I’d never ignore something so good.”

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