#Akitaru Obi Imagine

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Imagine Going To A Haunted House With Obi

Obi Akitaru X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Haunted house goodies galore filled with splatter filled dreams, suggestive themes

Word Count: 1.7k

(A/N:) Here it is folks my yearly Halloween Obi fic! This just became my own little tradition and I'm not gonna lie I look forward to it every year! I just adore this man! 💜 I can't lie either I enjoyed writing the haunted house part, because I am a sick and twisted person. I'm not sorry. I hope to get some more Halloween goodies posted throughout this month so keep your eyes peeled as I continue to work whenever I can. Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Halloween was always you and Obi's special night. Date nights were always planned for October 31st and this year you both decided to miss out on the Fire Force's annual Halloween Party and have some much needed alone time. Things had been crazy around the 8th and it was beginning to finally slow when the fateful day finally came around. This year you both had written several different ideas down on strips of paper and placed them in Obi's helmet. You both were to pick one strip of paper apiece and those activities would be done on the date. Obi picked enjoying the downtown Halloween festival and your slip had you both a little nervous as it said 'visit a haunted house.' You both asked Shinra and the crew what house would be the best to visit and every single one of them picked the scariest one that existed in Tokyo. Now you both couldn't back down from the challenge as your crew would think you two cowards. You looked at Obi nervously but he just shrugged his shoulders.

Halloween came around quickly and with the team occupied with celebrating their night in their own fashion, you and Obi were free to enjoy yourselves. The day was chilly, a crisp breeze flowing through the streets. The giggles of children and parents keeping a close eye filled the busier neighborhoods. Obi took your hand giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm glad we don't have to go to that horrible party like we did last year," you spoke watching a group of children pass by with a struggling parent lagging behind. Obi chuckled squeezing your hand a little tighter. Being captain was a job he loved but it did have it's downsides.

"It wasn't that bad," he replied causing you to pout. "Okay it was bad."

"Keep doing that Obi and all you'll be getting on this hallowed night is tricks," you teased.

"Don't be stingy now," he purred.

You ducked from Obi's searching lips, escaping from his grip to trot down the sidewalk. Despite his large and muscular body, Obi was fast when he wanted to be. It didn't take long for him to catch up and catch you. Picking you up easily and pulling you into his chest, where all you could do was laugh.

Walking a little further you could smell the festival on the breeze. A mix of warm spiced apple cider, caramel apples, and popcorn tickling your nose. You glanced at Obi before giving his hand a squeeze and dragging him a little faster. Surrounded by various booths of food and games it was a Halloween wonderland that you never wanted to end. All the games that had to do with strength, Obi excelled in them. You felt a little bad for the people running the booth as they lost money to the large Fire Force captain. But once that cute fuzzy prize was placed in your arms, you didn't feel all that bad anymore. Before Obi could continue to clean out all the booths from their prizes, you both were ready for some food from the different stalls. Splitting up Obi wanted to grab the food while you went to a different booth for drinks. You were done first so it was up to you to find a table. You were getting nervous as it seemed like everywhere was took up, until a couple just finished up and left a table close to the entrance. You snagged it quickly, setting the drinks and your prizes down.

Obi found you a little later with a feast in tow. How he carried it all on his own was amazing and the food tasted wonderful. With empty food cartons and cups, the sun began to set. The temperature dropped lower causing you to shiver a little at a nippy breeze.

"Ready to go to the haunted house," Obi asked gathering up the trash.

"No," you answered honestly.

"Me either," he laughed. "But it was in the hat and I'm sure you were the one who wrote it down."

"I couldn't think of anything!"

"Don't worry," he whispered in your ear, "I'll protect you."

The haunted house was about a five minute walk from the festival and you both found that the line inside was even closer due to the amount of people waiting. The haunted house didn't open until later that day and unfortunately you both hadn't planned on a big line starting early. Now you got to stand in line and dread going in more as the echoes of screams pierced the night. Obi squeezed your hand as you flinched at every high pitched blood curdling scream. Despite being in line for almost half and hour it felt like a blink and you both were at the entrance. The outside workers with lights in hand waved you both through and shut the door with a loud boom behind you.

The darkness swallowed you both whole and you could feel Obi shivering. So much for protecting you from the ghouls in the house. You both faced Infernals on a daily basis but a haunted house was already proving to be too much and you both just entered. Taking a deep breath Obi stepped forward first keeping a tight grip on your hand, leading you into the eerily lit dark. The first room you entered was splattered with fake blood and severed limbs on chains dangling from the ceiling. Somebody was strapped to the table in a bloody gown, screaming at the top of their lungs.

"Help me! He's going to kill me help me!"

You jumped squeezing tighter to Obi when a large man leapt out from behind a curtain, chainsaw in hand running towards you and Obi. A scream left your throat and you raced from the room dragging Obi with you. Leaving the chainsaw maniac behind, a hallway was between this room and the next. Dolls sitting on the shelves and the only lights were directed on them. Some dolls' hands were waving, some of their heads were spinning. Majority of them were missing eyes, limbs, and only tufts of hair were left on their heads.

"Come play with us," the dolls giggled.

"Come," their voices were growing lower.

"Play," lower.

"With us," they finished in a voice that sounded like it belonged to a creature from the Underworld. It was that moment a ghoulish looking woman raced from behind a secret wall, screaming as blood drained from her empty sockets. You clung to Obi who also held onto you as you both screamed.

Escaping the hallway you made it into the next room. Jail cells surrounded the walls, rusty and dank. You could swear you could smell something cooking. A warden circled around the room, bloody keys jingling on his duty belt while the judge stood beside an electric chair. Zombie prisoners reached between the decrypted bars trying to grab a hold of you and Obi. One snagged the hem of your shirt and tugged roughly, pulling you down on the floor where rotten teeth reached for your neck. You screamed trying to tug yourself from the creature's grip. Obi was at your side yanking you up from the floor as the judge pulled the lever on the electric chair. The inmate screaming as sparks flew. That was the last straw as you both booked it from the room.

"This is not fun," you panted.

"I know when it's coming but it doesn't make it any less terrifying," Obi agreed keeping a better grip on you.

You both were only halfway through the house and there was several more areas to go through. You and Obi screamed and ran your way through a butcher shop, a devilish pet shop full of evil creatures for adoption, and a haunted abandoned school room, before the last obstacle loomed before you both. The Graveyard. There was the glorious glow of the exit light across the graveyard. Looking up at your brave and handsome captain, you both took the first step forward. That triggered the zombie apocalypse. The undead stepped from their foggy places, groaning and screaming at the sight of prey. A few were still stuck in their graves, reaching for your ankles as you stumbled by. Obi kept you upright, his chest heaving at the exertion and complete terror taking over his body. The movies always made zombies look slow, these were everything but. Rotten teeth glistening in the haunted sickly moonlight. It was beginning to feel like an eternity to that precious glow at the end, like a light at the end of a demented tunnel. You stumbled again and Obi took matters into his own hands. In one smooth motion you were lifted up again and pulled into the air. You had a moment of weightlessness until you landed in Obi's arms. He held you tightly gripping you to his well toned chest as his legs churned faster. He had kept his speed slower so you could keep up better, until he no longer had to worry about you tripping and falling. In seconds you both crossed the finished line. The zombies departed going back to their start positions to wait for the next victims through the door.

Though he carried you through the ending you both were panting hard. You looked up at Obi before starting to laugh. Despite still trying to catch his breath he began to laugh too.

"We survived," you joked.

Obi nodded pulling you in for a deep kiss.

Back at the station your friends were waiting for your return. They hounded you both with questions before Obi held out tickets for each one of them. After the torture they had caused making you go to the scariest thing in Tokyo, there was no way they were going to get away with it. Giving them the tickets and shoving them out the fire station door, Obi led you to your shared bedroom. He closed the door firmly turning the lock as his gaze darkened.

"Am I still getting nothing but tricks this evening," he purred nipping at your neck.

"Well you are my hero of the evening," you hummed, threading your fingers through his hair. "And you carrying me through that graveyard was pretty hot. I think you earned yourself a treat."

Obi chuckled, "Happy Halloween."

"Happy Halloween," you replied pulling him down for a sweet kiss.

[demonbanger]

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.

[strawberrystepmom]

no but imagine being at the 8th division headquarters to visit akitaru and everyone’s like “captain obi captain obi” and he’s like “just a second im busy” but he’s busy listening to u explain the plot of ratatouille to him

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Now I imagine Akitaru Obi being seduced by three guys with impressive fire powers and him fallen for them :3c while his whole team is flabbergasted by what happened

((True, true. It would be a cute but shy moment for Obi knowing he would fall the three cuties. And more, he would wish to feel that moment over and over again.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

[urlranpo]

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.

[babydaddyleorio]

Cuddle positions w/ fire force men

Obi: your head cradled against his chest 

Obi likes to wrap his arms around your waist and gently pull you down towards him. He’d be laying slightly on his side and would move you to where your cheeks were flushed against his chest, quickly making sure that you were comfortable before continuing once you assure him. Obi would then proceed to softly cup your head, leaning down to give you a kiss on your temple before shutting his eyes for his well awaited sleep.

Konro: his head in your lap

Serene silence would fill the air as Konro laid on the floor, tucked underneath his blanket as low coughs slipped past his lips. Chills ran up and down his spine as your cold hands held his head gently in your lap, but he was still at ease since he was no longer alone. Konro could admit that he disliked how much his overexertion often put him out of commission, but he also could say that he adored the moments where you embraced him like this.

Vulcan: spooning each other

Vulcan had a long day of tinkering for Company 8, so he decided the best way to relieve his stress would be retiring to his bed. You would already be under the sheets, turned on your side and facing away from the doorway in which he stood in. Vulcan would automatically feel relaxed at the sight of your sleeping form and he would slowly ease himself underneath the covers as well, scooting towards you while being careful not to disturb your rest. And once his chest had finally collided with your back, Vulcan would lean his head on top of your shoulder and sigh in contentment since he had missed you all day.

Benimaru: on his back with you hugging his side

Even when Beni is asleep, he still has a lazy yet cocky aurora gravitating around him. He would have his arm thrown loosely behind his head and the other one wrapped around your body so that you were snug against his side. Without a second thought, you placed your head on his broad chest which seemed to peacefully rise and fall as the minutes passed by. Your legs were thrown over his, as well as your hand gently resting on his stomach, and a content grumble would leave Benimaru’s mouth since everything felt so pleasant.

Joker: with him sitting up and your head against his chest 

Joker’s back would be propped against a tree while you sat between his legs. Your head would be thrown back onto his shoulders and his arms would be wrapped comfortably around your stomach. Smoke the shape of stratus clouds would leave his lips as the two of you sat in a tranquil silence. Joker would occasionally glance at you once the breeze would blow his hair from his eyes, his lips turning upward slightly as his cigarette hung lazily from the side of his mouth. He would hum softly under his breath before thinking about what he wouldn’t give to have a chance to watch the sunset with you like this every morning.

Hinawa: face to face 

It was morning and Hinawa’s eyes fluttered open in alarm for work. The two of you were face to face with your legs twisted and foreheads pressed together. You were still fast asleep and Hinawa took that as an opportunity to trace his eyes across your face. A genuine feeling of love overtook his chest the more he gazed, and with a quiet laugh, he tried to tug himself away to get ready. Yet for some reason you would not budge and it seemed you were wrapping your limbs tighter around his the more he attempted to escape. Hinawa quietly sighed to himself before lowering his head back down onto his pillow, mentally deciding that a few more minutes in bed wouldn’t hurt him.

[altisee]

A Long Night

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Akitaru Obi x F!Reader

Summary: The contents of your secret stash escaped like curses from Pandora's Box. After years of waiting, Obi decided not to hold himself back anymore.

Warning: 18+ content, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), mutual masturbation, use of a dildo, mentions of other sex toys.

Words: 2296

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"Captain Obi!" you shouted like a kid calling the attention of your Captain all the way from his office, glowering at Shinra and Arthur, who were fighting inside your room. Initially, the three of you were looking for a movie to watch for the coming weekend. It started when Shinra picked up a film with a puzzled look on his face, and Arthur butted in, asking whether the story was about a hero or a knight. Of course, Shinra insisted it was about a hero, so their stupid fight about which one is better followed.

Obi entered the crowded room wearing his usual black shirt and the upper part of his orange jumpsuit tied on his waist. "What's wrong?" looking up at you, who was standing on a stool trying to reach the top of your dresser. "Captain! Those kids freaking threw the movie above my closet," glaring at the two who weren't even trying to help you get it. Arthur folded his arms in front. "But it's not a good movie if it's not about a knight."

"Hm?"

"a Knight King; it's not good if it's not about a Knight King." Arthur immediately corrected himself.

"Alright, get out now." Obi placed his hands at their backs and shoved them outside your room. "I hope Captain Shinmon beats you to death later in your training!" you shouted before Obi finally closed the door.

"Who's being a kid now?" He chuckled, looking at you, still trying to reach the top with your petite frame. He liked the view; with your arm stretched like that, the outline of your curves is perfectly seen. From your chest to your small waist down to your hips that bounce each time you tiptoe.

He gotta admit, the thought crossed his mind for several occasions now. What would your lips taste like, how your body would feel against his, or you crying his name. "Obi, are you not going to help me?" you pouted cutely, looking at him with those puppy eyes. His thoughts stopped when you called him, and he was grateful for the interruption; otherwise, he would definitely get a boner from what he was imagining.

"Careful," holding your hand to assist you from coming down the stool. It took Obi a couple of seconds with his height to reach the film you were hopelessly trying to get. He raised one of his eyebrows, looking at it. "Titanic? Seriously? and they thought it was about a hero and a knight?" you rolled your eyes. "I don't know how their brains work." Your laughs filled the room, but it was shortly replaced by the sound of the wood cracking. The stool couldn't hold the buffed Captain's weight causing him to slip and bump against your drawer. The impact was heavy enough to topple the box above, landing in the man who was brushing his head from the fall.

When faced with an Infernal, your body's fight-or-flight response switch quickly turns on. But in this case, when your secret stash lands perfectly in Obi's lap, your entire body freezes. Oh god. It took you a couple of seconds to realize what was happening before finally making a move. Kneeling to his side and shoving the toys back in the container like curses that escaped from Pandora's box.

Obi was stunned. You've been friends for years, and he didn't know you had it in you. For him, well, even Hinawa agrees that you had this innocence in the air around you. He always felt guilty lusting after you because of that. He couldn't even make a move on you because he thought it would appear like he was preying after you. But you are not as innocent as he thought; I don't need to hold back anymore then.

The room grew quiet, with only the clattering of your sexual devices can be heard. Obi was just watching you hurriedly clean up the mess, and you were pleading to the Sun god to turn back time even for just a few moments. The silence was killing you, and Obi was the one who broke it. Looking at the fuzzy cuffs, vibrator, whip, and plugs that were scattered on the floor, he asked, "Since when were you into those?"

Since you started with the 8th. You were busy training to improve your pyrokinesis, so you won't fall behind the third generation. Dating was out of the equation, but it doesn't mean you don't want to get laid. Buying those was more efficient when you realized you had to invest time in a night out just to get someone in your pants. You know your body better than any stranger anyways, and just thinking about how you have to show them how you like to do it is taxing.

Words won't come out of your mouth, not knowing where to begin. "Were you that desperate for a dick?" He stood up and went to the door. You couldn't meet his face, afraid to see disappointment or disgust in it. You thought it was nice of him to just leave and save you from the embarrassment of having to explain until you heard the lock click.

You looked over your shoulders, but your eyes widened when they were met with the prominent swelling that formed in Obi's pants. He's... hard? You gazed up at him, and he bent down to cup your chin. "It's your fault I'm this hard, you know." Grabbing one of your arms, he pulled you up. "Sit." He said, looking at the well-made bed covered in white sheets.

You sat on your mattress obediently, placing the box you were holding in the corner of your bed as your feet fidget on the floor from nervousness. Is Obi mad? He grabbed a chair, placing it less than a meter to sit in front of you. Seeing how huge the bulge in between his thighs made you blush.

"Show me then," he ordered. "Show me how you use these toys to fuck yourself." Your body trembled at the thought of Obi watching you as you felt the heat start forming between your legs. At first, you thought he wasn't serious, but he began to lower his own pants, finally releasing the ache from his throbbing length.

"Are you going to undress, or should I strip you?" You gulped. He was usually kind and sweet when he talked to you, and now filthy words are coming out of his mouth, but you don't hate this side of him. In fact, you like it. You started unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your breasts that were barely covered by a lacy fabric. You gracefully stood up, slipping your shorts down, in one smooth movement, with your panties that had a darker color from being soaked by your wetness.

Sitting back down, your upper body is now left partially covered by your unbuttoned shirt and bra with a totally exposed bottom. It was a lethal combination, an erotic view that made Obi's cock erect harder as he started to pump it slow.

You can feel his sharp stare on your skin, sending chills to your horny body. You grabbed a silicon dildo from the box, sensually opening your legs. Shifting his view from your rounded breast, following your left hand as they glided in one of your thighs, slowly until it reached your folds, parting them and letting your fingertips play over your glistening core.

Your naked body was exposed to him. He could see your luscious nub and the dampness of your center. Increasing the speed of his strokes, Obi grunted at the lewd scene he was watching.

You positioned the rounded head of the silicon toy near your already wet entrance, inserting just the tip slowly in your opening, then pulling it out again. Repeating the movement a few times, enough to lubricate the toy with your sex. You moaned as you inserted it entirely but slowly in your slit. "Oh shit," Obi said under his breath as he watched the dildo disappear inside you, pumping his own length faster.

You began to move it firmly and deeper within your folds until your hips started moving with the rhythm. You wanted to close your eyes from the ecstasy that was filling you, but they were fixed on Obi's hard dick. Seeing that he's enjoying himself as he watches you get off drives you closer to your climax.

He saw you gripped one hand on the white sheet as you repeatedly pounded the dil inside, rubbing against your walls. Now he was jealous of how that thing can make you whimper in pleasure. He wanted to touch you more, get a taste of your soaking bud, imagining it was him inside you instead. Stroking faster, he groaned at his own release; some of his white cum spilled on your stomach while you tensed up, falling on your back, crying in your own orgasm.

Obi stood up, breathing heavily as he stepped towards you, looking at your weakened body lying on the bed. Without allowing your brain to catch up with your pleasure, you shuddered as he pulled the toy out of your sensitive entrance, tossing it at the side. "Clean it." Holding his dick that was wet from his own cum.

You got up submissively, feeling the warm liquid flow at the side of your belly. Seeing his member closer, and despite cumming earlier, he was still huge. You grabbed the base of his length with your right hand, and you felt his cock twitch when the tip entered your mouth. "Fuck." you heard him say under his heavy breaths as you circle it with your tongue. He grabbed the back of your head, guiding it in and out of his length.

Obi could just shove his dick inside you and get it over with, but he doesn't want this to end quickly. He waited long, so he could finally taste you. He'll make sure your body will remember every time you see him and beg for him to fuck you.

You pulled away from his to fill your lungs with air, "Obi, I-" he kissed you. Giving you plenty of time to pull away if you didn't want it, and when you didn't, he placed his hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. He licked your lips, asking for permission to enter, and you gave a small opening that was immediately explored by his hot tongue.

He broke the kiss so you could finally catch your breath while he turned his attention to your neck. Trailing the sides with his tongue, going up to nibble your ears, causing a soft moan to escape your mouth. "I didn't know you had it in you," he said, "If I did, I would've done this a long time ago." your cheeks felt warm. Obi has always wanted to fuck you, and you are no different.

He brushed your already erected nipples with his thumb and bent down to tease them with his tongue, making you whimper. "If you don't want this, I can stop." You shook your head. "I-I don't hate it," you muttered quietly to yourself, forming a smile on his face.

He pushed your back against the soft mattress, shifting some of his weight as he sat on your thighs that allowed his cock to nudge your core. "Damn, Y/N, you're soaking wet," He started drawing circles on your clit with his thumb. "So, who were you thinking of while you get off on those toys?" He smirked at you. "Y-you," moaning as he inserted his fingers in. "I-I was thinking of you, Obi." He's enjoying the way you quiver as he fuck you with his hands, seeing your thighs shaking in pleasure.

"You always call me by my name when we're alone," he grunted in disapproval. You groaned when he removed his digits swiftly, letting all the fluid come out of your slit. "Akitaru, please, more," you begged.

He spread your legs and pressed your knees near your chest. "Don't worry, I won't stop. I'll fuck you until you cry my name over and over again." He hovered his body above you, lining his shaft in your entrance, finally thrusting his entire length inside. The stretch was painful, but the intense pleasure overwhelmed you.

Your body quivered each time he slid himself fully inside you. One hand cupping your breast, the other holding your thighs so he can keep grinding against you. His fullness was too much to bear, making you moan harder. "Akitaru, you are so-" you gasped. "ah, fuck, you are so good."

Your mind was going blank as you allowed yourself to be dominated by him. You didn't even have to tell him how you wanted to do it; he was that good. With every thrust hitting that sensitive spot, he felt you clench your walls around his shaft, moaning his name as your orgasm weakened your entire body. He kept fucking you until he felt his own spasm, withdrawing his dick and releasing his load in your stomach.

The sound of his heavy breaths mixed in perfect harmony with your own pants. He lay down beside you, and both of you stayed still for a few minutes before he grabbed the tissue on your bedside table to clean his cum off you.

"If it weren't for the fuss earlier, this wouldn't happen," you said as you lifted your body. "I guess I should thank those two-"

Your words trailed off as you saw Obi take a blindfold and the fuzzy cuffs out of the box.

...Or not?

"What? Shouldn't we go through the rest as well?" smiling with a mischief look in his eyes. You gulped. It's gonna be a long night, huh?

[hiddenlife-manager]

Valentine, Day 7

Obi Akitaru x Fem Reader

Today's drink is down below

Extra: Harsh smut, smut, and simple, not proofread

MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI, EMPTY BLOGS DNI

His hands tightened on your waist as he thrusted in you harshly but sloppily. The lube slightly dripping harshly on the floor while the both of you stood over it. There he was fucking you over a desk while you called out his name.

"Yes, Yes, Yes, harder Captain!" You moaned out loudly. The both of you didn't care no one was there in the building. He slammed harder making a mess in your cunt while all you could do is cry out from pleasure but also pain.

"Your- " He slammed even harder into you as you could feel your insides ripping just to make him fit it was painful but only for a couple of seconds. "Captain will train you!" He grunted lowly till he slapped your ass and deeply went into you as he stopped holding onto your waist his head in the nook of your neck. He bit onto you as you could feel your inside slowly fill with his seed.

Your legs were shaking harshly as your hands grilled onto the desk that held scratch marks from your nails. After a while of hard breathing he pulled out cum slowly dripping onto the floor right in the puddle of lube. Your cunt soaking wet while you shook holding onto the desk. You could feel your body being lifted up from the desk and you saw your Captain's face.

"Let's go to bed. Nap till the team come back." His breathing was heavy but he was sincere wanting you to sleep.

Today's drink is a black smut with of course red for fire force and well hot Obi Akitaru the drink has a bit of spice to the redness. Enjoy and come back with another order

[t-tatsumaki]

— sharing their hobbies with their s/o

pairing: vulcan joseph x reader and obi akitaru x reader

genre: fluff and crack

OBI loves when you join him in his mini basketball games. he likes to tease you so muuch. sometimes he takes the ball with his hand and lifts it the higher he can so you can’t reach it. when he is off duty, he likes to go shopping with you for collect records, sometimes you’ll stay hours and hours there until he decides what he wants to purchase. knowing that you enjoy it too sometimes the two of you will talk about it until late hours of the night and that’s because or either you fell asleep or it was him. obi won’t hesitate to tell you how much he enjoys talking with you about these topics; because he loves you and it makes him so happy that the love of his life likes the same things that he is passionate about.

VULCAN discovered that you played the drums one time that he entered at your room without knocking. When I say he got so excited that he stood on your room talking with you about everything he knew. On break hours Vulcan likes to invite you to his workshop so in this way you can play drums with him. Sometimes he will search for songs so the two of you can play it together, Obi sometimes joins since he recommended some rock and metal songs. Imagine how much he likes to share his passion with you, that he even made you a set of drums that matched his. So instead of couple shirts you would have couple drums.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Sneaking Out of the Annual Special Fire Force Halloween Party With Obi.

Obi Akitaru X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings:  Suggestive themes, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 2.2k

(A/N:) I may have gotten a little carried away with this one! XD It wasn’t supposed to be this long but I just adore Obi. He’s my absolute favorite of the whole Fire Force list of characters! And it’s kind of became one of my traditions to write something for him for Halloween every year. So this year is no different! So to my other Obi fangirls I hope you enjoy this one too! Happy Halloween and until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Once again Halloween arrived and it had quickly become you and Obi’s favorite holiday. All good things had come to you both whenever the holiday came around. Plus Obi’s warming cinnamon spiced kisses were intoxicating. But now as this Halloween arrived there was no way you two could find a way of escaping the Special Fire Force’s annual Halloween party at the First Company’s Cathedral. The last few years Obi had been able to give a good enough excuse that you two got to stay at Company 8 but not this year. Now as the night arrived you were checking yourself in the full length mirror of you and Obi’s room, finishing up the last touches of your makeup. Despite it being a Halloween party it was stressed to you and Obi that it was a formal wear party and that by no means was it a costume party. The laughter of the youngest members of the company echoed up to you from downstairs. At least they were having fun you smiled gently. Distracted by the company’s doorbell you didn’t hear Obi come up behind you before you were wrapped in his large suit encased arms.

“Trick or treat,” he purred.

“Please Obi treats are for later tonight when we finally get out of that party,” you murmured wiggling from his grip. He rolled his eyes giving a quiet sigh.

“Sorry I couldn’t get us out of it this year,” he apologized straightening his tie in the mirror.

“That’s okay. We’d have to stay here and babysit anyway,” you paused letting the rambunctious laughter speak for you. “So let’s just go have a few drinks, woo the rich other companies, and then we can come home and watch scary movies until the sun comes up.”

Obi nodded finishing with his tie before offering you his well muscled arm, “Sounds good to me.”

Downstairs Shinra, Arthur, Iris, Tamaki, and Maki were playing a board game while horror movies played on the TV. Takehisa was at the door handing out candy to trick-or-treaters. While Vulcan and Viktor were no where to be found. The two were more than likely hanging out working on things that interested them more than a spooky holiday.

“Have fun everyone,” you called interrupting their, so far, tame festivities.

Shinra launched to his feet speeding towards you with a huge toothy grin on his face. “Take care of her Captain.” He laughed, “We don’t blame you both if you stay out a little later than normal.”

Maki elbowed the younger man causing him to double over, “What Shinra is trying to say is have fun and stay safe. We’ll see you both when you get home.”

“Thanks Maki,” Obi laughed taking your jacket off the hook and draping it over your shoulders. “Try not to burn down the cathedral while we’re gone okay team?”

“Yes sir!” The answer chorus followed you two as Takehisa closed the large door behind you both. The chill of the fall air made you shiver. Obi answered by bringing you closer to his body. Hailing a cab he helped you in before closing the door and getting in himself. With a few words you both were on the way to the party. Obi held your hand tightly stroking your digits with soft strokes as the tires bumped along down the road. You glanced at him eyes gleaming with excitement about the evening ahead. Just because you had to go to a party neither of you wanted to attend didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun at the expense of the Special Fire Force. You also knew that Obi had a plan, he wouldn’t have given up the fight so easily if he didn’t have some kind of back up plan. You were excited to see what the strong captain had cooked up. But for now you would eat yummy food, drink free booze, and enjoy holding onto the arm of the only man who had ever treated you so specially.

The First Company building was decorated so lavishly on the outside you couldn’t even begin to imagine what the inside could possibly look like. Obi paid the cab fair before coming to your side. You gripped his hand while he gulped and pulled at his suddenly tight shirt collar.

“Does this count as coming,” you whispered half joking half serious.

Defeated Obi shook his head, “I’m afraid not. So let’s try to have a little fun huh.”

You nodded preparing yourself for whatever the night held. What you weren’t prepared for was how expensive and elegant everything was inside the cathedral. Women and men of all companies mingled on the polished floors as flickering decorative lights of orange and purple glimmering on hand carved statues. You choked on air interrupting every conversation due to your coughing. Obi rubbed your back trying to soothe your fit. Wiping tears from your eyes before they could smear your mascara you waved awkwardly, Obi sensing your discomfort whipped you to a beverage table and grabbed you a cup of water.

“You okay,” he asked worriedly.

“Yeah,” you took a sip letting the water coat your throat. “I just wasn’t prepared for the extravagance.”

“Yeah I get what you mean. I’m used to Company 8 too. We’re less refined I guess you could say.”

“I love our dumpster fire of a home,” you grinned touching Obi’s cheek.

“Don’t say that,” he shuttered, “we might actually return home to it on fire.”

“Ohh yeah,” you grimaced. “Sorry wasn’t thinking.”

You finished your cup of water when you noticed an older man making his way to you and Obi. His white hair tied in the back out of his face and an eye patch covering one eye. He was intimidating and you found yourself nuzzling closer to Obi. He squeezed you tightly in a comforting gesture before offering a hand to the large man.

“Captain Burns thank you for the invitation,” Obi started making the older man shake his head.

“You and I both know getting you to come here was like pulling teeth.” Obi could only snicker awkwardly before the man who you now knew to be the First Division’s captain put his sights on you.

“And you must be (Y/N) Captain Obi’s plus one. I’ve heard a lot about you. Thank you for trying to keep Obi’s unruly bunch in line.”

“Can’t say I do much good sir,” you took his hand which he shook firmly, but not as rough as he did Obi’s.

He laughed deeply, “I’m sure. Well tonight enjoy yourselves. No responsibilities or teammates to keep you from having fun. Eat and drink your fill.”

“Thank you,” Obi and you both said at once. Then you both were left alone once more.

You thought your heart was going to beat right out of your chest after that conversation. “Is he always so intimidating,” you wheezed.

Obi nodded grabbing a glass of champagne and chugging it, “Yeah.”

“Oh good. I enjoy the feeling of his threatening presence.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Obi replied taking another glass off the table and offering it to you.

“Really,” you took the offered glass.

“No.”

You sighed, “That’s what I thought.”

Sometime in the night you got separated from Obi and now you were stuck discussing Hibana’s infernal experiments. You grimaced at some of the more gruesome details, trying to fake interest while trying to find an escape route. You didn’t know her very well despite her presence was a constant around Company 8. You were just about ready to give up hope when an arm slipped around your waist.

“Excuse me ladies,” Obi’s voice caused you to melt in relief. “But I think I’ll steal (Y/N) for a dance.”

Hibana glared at the captain but relented and went about searching for her next victim. You felt sorry for whoever she sunk her claws into next but you didn’t feel bad enough that you would leave Obi.

“My hero,” you cooed leaning into his frame.

“Looks like you were enjoying that conversation.” He chuckled leading you to the outskirts of the dance floor.

“Enjoying it as much as the company of Captain Burns,” you grimaced.

“That much huh?”

“How did you escape,” you asked while being glided around the floor in tune to the song playing through the speakers.

“Waited for their attention to be on someone else then snuck away.”

You giggled burying your face in his chest, “How cowardly.”

“I can deal with that,” Obi huffed.

You and Obi danced around a little longer underneath the orange lights. You were never one to be the center of attention but being with Obi and escaping from conversations that you weren’t wanting to have was worth having people stare at you and Obi. But you couldn’t dance forever and the thought of the Halloween festivities happening outside was becoming too much to bear.

“Can we leave now,” you whispered. Despite staying more than you both wanted, it would still seem rude when there was still lots of time left until it ended. Obi looked around the room seeing that most of the attention had left you two. The captains and their guests were back to talking to one another. Captain Burns seemed to be swarmed by several other people talking to him animatedly while he looked to be on the verge of disinterest. That moment Obi felt a little sorry for the First Company’s Captain but now was the best chance to make an escape.

“Let’s get out of here.”

He grabbed your hand before you could say anything in agreement and rushing you towards the corridors. While Obi didn’t know the layout of the building like the people who lived in and visited often he had a pretty good idea of where the back exit would be. You lost all sense of direction as Obi lead you forward. Not worried in the slightest about getting lost you took in all the artwork and architecture as you went by. Everything about the First Company was elegant and gorgeous. But not as gorgeous as the air that sudden tossed your hair around. You and Obi stood outside finally in the fall atmosphere that seemed to make you soar. Taking a deep breath you looked up at your rescuer with a big grin.

“Now let’s go have some fun,” you crowed leaping down the steps Obi hot on your heels.

Not too far from the cathedral there was a small street fair happening hosting a few Halloween themed games and tents that advertised different foods and drinks. Obi was your loyal protector as you drug him around the different tents. He had loosened his tie and unbuttoned a few of his shirt buttons making himself more comfortable while you had taken your hair down and removed your jewelry that was now safely housed in Obi’s pants pocket. While there had been several types of food at the Fire Force get together all the spread had seemed too fancy and unappetizing but now as you sat with different foods from different stalls you felt much more comfortable and hungry. Obi had left to go snag a couple cups of hot apple cider when you dug in. The chilly breeze shot through you and you shivered but it was still much better than being trapped in a stuffy building. A large uniform coat was draped over your shoulders after your shiver. Looking up you saw Obi towering over you with a cup in hand. He had already sat yours down before putting his warm coat over you.

“I should have worn a heavier jacket,” you smiled sheepishly taking a sip of the hot liquid. It warmed you from your fingers to your toes. This time your shiver was in delight.

“You can use mine,” Obi replied sitting back down beside you.

“Won’t you get cold?” You were thankful that he was willing to go cold the rest of the evening for your sake, but you still worried about him getting sick.

“Nah,” he waved off your worries. “I don’t plan on us sticking around outside for long.”

You deflated unhappy that your Halloween night had pretty much been wasted. There had been so much you wanted to celebrate with Obi and now the hour was waning down.

“I think you misinterpreted what I meant,” whatever warmth he had held was transformed into a sly look. “We’re not going home. The evening is far from over.”

“Consider me intrigued Captain,” you winked taking another sip of cider.

“I rented a hotel room not far from here,” Obi spoke taking your hand to kiss the top of. “I am all yours all night until the morning.”

“I like the sound of that,” you purred taking Obi’s loosened tie in your hand. You pulled him down towards you stealing a kiss. When you pulled away Obi placed his large hand behind your head and brought you back into him. Your senses overflowed with his passionate kiss that still tasted like cider, while the natural smell of Obi penetrated deep within you, and the smells of autumn and spices littered the chilly air. After parting from each other you both cleaned up your mess fast and hurried along to the hotel that Obi had booked. What started out as a Halloween that you would remember as boring quickly took a turn into one of the best that you would remember for a very long time.

[ryoskuna]

Make sure you drink water!!! Anyway... How would Beni, Obi, and Hibana react to reader being clingy/annoying?

ah! thank you for the reminder, I absolutely needed it. Also, thank you for the fire force imagine, I am absolutely buzzing — especially since you included my favorite, Obi (my husband... the love of my life... (u didn’t see nothin’ hawks, bokuto, gojo, sukuna, ukai, shoo, for now)). I’ll go in the order you asked, so Beni, then Obi, and then Hibana. Also, I’m really surprised I don’t see more fire force x reader stuff on Tumblr, but I will single-handedly carry this fandom on my back with headcanons, imagines, and the like if I have to.

BENIMARU SHIMMON.

Beni... sweet flame child beni... I think his reactions honestly depend on either the time of day or if there’s a reason behind why you’re being so clingy or annoying. Honestly, I think if it’s early in the morning, he’s going to be a little more snippy with you and tell you to cut it out... unless y’all are like laying in the bed, then be a little more clingy, he likes the warmth. But like, he is short-tempered, so I can’t promise how long he’ll take it. 

Okay, you being clingy when waking up is one thing — like, he’s a personal heater, who would really want him to leave? 

If he hears you whine and cling to him more, he’ll be still for a moment or two; the equivalent to about 10-15 minutes before he’s going to really want to get up for the morning. He would be less aware that him getting up is bothering you, so he won’t comment till your protests get louder, you get more annoying or too clingy.

Beni is honest to the point of being rude sometimes, so he’ll just bluntly ask: “What’s the matter with you” or “What do you want?”

It’s not his intention to be rude, he just wants to know what’s up with you

Just tell him, but if you don’t — then he’ll get inwardly concerned for you and walk away before he says something else that may hurt your feelings due to the tone.

But if you’re being unbearably annoying, he will sharply tell you to cut it out.

It’s the hint of tears in your eyes that make him realize that was too sharp of a tone, and he’ll go after you to apologize.

He’ll tell you in a soft tone that you can be clingy later, but throughout the day, he smothers you with hand brushes or gentle touches and squeezes to let you know that everything is okay.

or, if you’re being clingy after an infernal has appeared and he’s coming back, then he’ll be a little more welcoming to it.

He’s not going to want to talk much, but he’ll appreciate your touch and be likely to bury his face in your neck or shoulder.

Knowing him, you’re his favorite comfort, and he will not be afraid to let you know that is the case.

Now, if you’re being annoying for the sheer hell of it — he’s going to call you a brat.

He’ll do his best to ignore you or try to get you to calm down with a look or a glance, but if that’s not enough, he’ll say “cut it out.”

If you don’t want to listen to words, he’ll give you taps on your elbow or hips to gesture to stop, but he’s keeping count of every time he’s had to correct you for being annoying.

God forbid, the twins also decide to be annoying with you.

By the end of the day, Beni... is tired from the day’s work, keeping up with the twins, and you acting just like them. Proceed with caution walking into your bedroom.

“You want to act like a brat, you'll get treated like one.” ;)

AKITARU OBI. 

I think Obi might be the most tolerant of you being clingy or annoying.  Again, it definitely depends on the context and the situation in which it’s occurring in. (I’m so whipped for Obi, it’s ridiculous like I was looking at gifs of him and I audibly sighed in longing.)  Like, can you imagine him cupping your face with one of his big ole hands and just holding your cheeks and — okay, lemme.... cut it out. All you need to know is I love him...

Obi gets put into life and death situations on a daily, so he tries not to get bothered by the moments when you’re clingy. Especially because he can be too — like sleeping in the same bed with this man? I know he’s warm, and he’s the perfect big spoon because of his size, and just his strong arms around you???  (A DREAM I SAY, A DREAM. A PERFECT PARADISE)

He especially gets clingy in the mornings when he can be, especially if there was a call overnight. So you, snuggling into him and clinging to him more? He’s content.

Until he hears some chaos from either Arthur and Shinra, or Hinawa putting out Sputter and Maki crying over it for the umpteenth time

Then he’s got to be a Captain.

And if you don’t want to let go, he would offer to pick you up and carry you (it wouldn’t bother the man in the slightest).

If it’s an emergency, then he’s in a hurry and a bit sterner with you “y/n, I have to go.”

But if you’re part of Company 8 with him, then he’s dragging you out of bed to get dressed.

Mmmm, captain voice; just telling you to get it together.  Like not to the point where he’s yelling at Hinawa and Maki in episode one of season two, but his voice is definitely stern and he’s not budging on his opinion.

If you get pouty about it, he’ll apologize quickly, but know he’ll make it up to you later by letting you curl up in his lap later or he’ll use you as a weight while he works out.

Obi isn’t really one to lose his temper, especially not over you being annoying, although he is one to whisper warnings to you in your ear.

If you cling to him, you’re just helping him work out, really.

Now, if he’s got to be business-like, he’ll tell you to cut it out. But as soon as he’s out of the eyes of like say Company 1 or 5, then he’s back to normal and doesn’t mind, as long as you’re not getting outlandish with being annoying. Otherwise, you’re in trouble behind closed doors.

PRINCESS HIBANA.

HER NAME IS PRINCESS HIBANA. if you think you are getting over on her, that is just not the case. You will not be getting your way. She is usually kind of bratty, but she’s also very dominant, so let that linger in your mind.

You may not be gravel, but you are hers, and she expects you to act like it, within reason.

She’ll tell you to cut it out and stop being annoying, especially if it’s in public.

Likewise, if she thinks you’re being too clingy or adoring, she will tell you to stop.

She’ll even settle with ignoring you. Like flat out pretending you don’t exist. But she is keeping track and record every time you’re working on her patience and testing it. 

Don’t think she won’t smack you on the shoulder or something with her fan. She’s in control, not you.

She will remind you that she is the captain, and you need to know your place is beneath her. 

Do not think she’s like the others, you won’t get away with being annoying all day. She will take you in the middle of the day, especially if you’re at Company Five’s place, and she will go into her office and remind you personally of who she is.

But if you’re in public, she’s even snappier than usual with telling you to stop and to cut it out. It isn’t till she sees a flare of emotion from you or tears in your eyes that she will apologize or become more gentle.

And then she will ask what’s wrong with you or the cause of you being so needy today. And then she’ll solve it by slowly spoiling you rotten.

[sangorous]

SANGOROUS Fire Force Masterlist:

akitaru obi

helping you take your braids out -> headcanon

try and stay quiet -> smut

benimaru shinmon

helping you take your braids out -> headcanon

takehisa hinawa

helping you take your braids out -> headcanon

leonard burns

black!fem!reader relationship -> headcanon

make up for lost time -> oneshot

karim flam

huo yan li

arthur boyle

shinra kusakabe

vulcan joseph

helping you take your braids out -> headcanon

victor licht

[honeypirate]

“Come on doll I got it all planned” Obi says with a grin and laces his fingers with yours as you leave the cathedral.

He was wearing a pair of nice blue jeans with a white tee shirt, you were in your favorite sundress, your first real date with him and you couldn’t hide the excitement you were feeling.

“Where we headed?” You ask and bring your other hand up to hold on to his bicep as he smiles down at you “dinner, your favorite Italian place downtown, then we’re gonna go for a walk through the park” you beam up at him and he feels his heart melt even more into putty at your feet. God he was wrapped around your finger already.

Dinner was filled with laughter, a corner booth that wrapped around and as the night went on you were scooting closer to each other that by dessert you were pressed against his side as you looked up at him with a smile. He was talking about his days training to be a fire fighter, the antics of the guys training with him and how many stupid things happened, you’re laughing and captivated by how he tells his stories.

his eyes were sparkling and hooked on you, the waitress was trying to flirt but he never looked at her once and you don’t doubt that he doesn’t know he’s doing it. He’s just only wanting to see you, to memorize every expression you make and how your eyes change. How you laugh. How you talk with your hands and speak about your passions.

When you catch your breath from his last story, your left hand was resting on his chest and your right hand on his thigh, your head was against his chest and when you looked up with a smile your cheeks began to feel warmer. He was gazing at you with the softest of smiles and eyes full of deep love and adoration.

He reaches up and brushes his thumb over your cheek, softly tucking your hair behind your ear. His gaze flicks down to your lips and your heart skips. You can’t help but lick your bottom lip and bite it a little and he smiles wider, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“Are you guys ready?” Your waitress says a little annoyed and you jump a little but Obi isn’t phased, he keeps his eyes and his smile on you as his thumb brushes softly against your cheek “yeah. We’re done. Whenever you have the check is fine” he says, voice light with his smile. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead before getting his wallet out. Your heart racing and stomach flipping like a gymnast, all time could do was smile so adoringly sweet at him anyone could tell how in love you two were.

The walk to the park was a comfortable silence, smiles matching on your lips as you share soft glances and little chuckles, youre holding on to his arm and he’s keeping you close, breathing in your soft perfume and shampoo, his heart feels so full and warm in his chest. You get to the middle of the park by the fountain and he reaches in his pocket for a few coins “Wanna make a wish?” He asks and you grin, god you were so beautiful when you’re happy he would die to keep you happy every day of your life.

You hold the coin in your hand, closing your eyes and turning to face away from the fountain you make your wish with a smile on your face. Kissing the coin and tossing it over your head.

He pulls you to his chest as your coins sink to the bottom of the fountain and smiles “what’d you wish for doll?” He asks softly and you chuckle “I can’t tell you, it won’t come true. Everyone knows that cmon Obi” he laughs and kisses the tip of your nose “oh right, my bad. Then I shouldn’t tell you my wish huh?” He asks, leaning down and brushing your nose with his.

Your breath catches in your throat and his smile widens as you suck in a breath and in a quiet voice say “not if you want it to come true”

“Well then” he says and leans in closer, hands coming up, softly caressing your cheeks as he whispers “maybe I could show you then”

You nod a small “please” falling from your lips, your hands gripping at his shirt on his sides, feeling his muscles constrict as he chuckles and finally connects yours lips to his.

His first kiss was gentle and soft, perfect even. Then he presses back to you with more hunger, kissing you how he was dying to kiss you for weeks. Your hands raise up his back as you press yourself further into him. He hums when you let him into your mouth, massaging your tongue with his own as his right hand moves to hip to hold you closer.

When you pull back you’re both grinning and breathing heavily, you start to chuckle softly for a moment. You throw your arms around his neck and hold him close. “I think my wish has already come true doll” he says with a chuckle “I wished you’d choose me to make you happy for the rest of your life”

You pull back and laugh “that’s what I wished but about you!” You say and he grins, laughing as he kisses you again, peppering kisses across your cheeks and face as you laugh

“I love you” he says with a grin and soft eyes, he had to say it, he was filled with this love and he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He had to say it. You made him feel so much love at all times how could he not say it.

“I love you too” you say, because how could not love him back when he treats you so respectfully, so lovingly it makes your heart melt, when he lets you be yourself and loves you without conditions. He spins you around once, holding you tight to his chest and you laugh and slap his chest playfully “you beast” you joke and he laughs and growls as he hugs you close, kissing your cheek and leaning into your ear “oh come on, you know you love me” he says and you laugh, kissing his cheek then his lips softly “I do.. so much too” you say with a sigh

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

Jealous Obi, Hinawa, Benimaru, and Burns...

Akitaru Obi

as yall already know, i simp for this man HARDCORE

anything for him

*insert Jerry meme with the caption, ngl that made my pussy throb

that's legit me everytime i see him 🤪

anygaysss,,,

a jealous Obi is hella funny in my opinion

i see him as one of those stereotypical hallmark or whatever you call it early 2000 movies where the guy tries everything to make her dislike the other guy and it's just funny asf

yeah that's Obi

when he sees someone flirting with you he'll act like he needs help with something and ask for you

other times he'll kind of just glare like when a dog gets tricked or something like that

he also tends to puff out his chest and flex his muscles more

" Let me help you with that y/n" BAM FLEXES BICEP

Omg this man I swear

lets not forget that when the other guy leaves and you start to talk about them, Obi will say whatever he has to in order to keep them fuckers out of your mind

"I heard he hates uhhh cranberries" says the most randomest shit

and the funny bit is you know that he's jealous

how the fuck can you not???

he makes it so blatantly obvious that it's almost painful to watch

but at the same time, everyone, even yourself, are betting how long it would take for him to ask you out

so far the Lieutenant was winning and that was, most definitely, not good for your wallet

you really had hopes and this hunk of a man was failing them miserably 😂

" Y/n let me use you as a weight. I bet that other guy can't lift you like I can."

"All due respect Captain but what the fuck is that suppose to mean?????"

Hinawa Takehisa

i have a love/hate relationship with this man

on one hand, my authority issues are screaming to give him the bird and tell him to go fuck himself

and on the other, i turn to actually smush whenever he smiles or just shows his soft side even if it's in the slightest

it's very confusing

nonetheless, i simp

now to get back on topic, a jealous Hinawa consists mainly of hella intense death glares and- oh? what's this? He also becomes more...touchy? OH?

he usually keeps his hands to himself but upon noticing another individual flirting with you, he'll break that no-touch habit and place his hand on the small of your back

seemingly to guide you towards something when in reality he's guiding you away from an unworthy bitch

he also becomes a bit more talkative

mainly complimenting how you've improved with your training and what not

you're shocked, Obi's shocked, the whole Company is shocked

Ooo I want to see a pouty Hinawa but that ain't ever happening 😔

Benimaru Shinmon

this one

this man right here

scrumptious

delicious

he's literally me in male form

i'm actually surprised that I sjmp more for Obi than I do for this man but what can I say? taste changes over time 🤷‍♀️

if this man were jealous, oof I pray for the other guy

not only does Benimaru have looks that can kill, but his tongue is made out of pure fucking silver

his brows are knitted and there's a slight scowl on his face as he lightly grits his teeth together

now that's a look I can get used to seeing

he'll insult the guy until they're crying on the floor or anime crying-running

like you want to say "hold on Jamal dont pull out the nine" but it aint even a nine, it be an AR-15 with the amount of insults spitting out of his mouth like freaking rap rhymes

even Konro has to take a moment to pray for the poor soul who had to be on the end of that

Leonard Burns

mate

how is Fire Force full of beautiful men?

like BRO

HOW?

my expectations are higher than my own fucking life expectancy because of Fire Force men

sigh

also

when I look at this man I have the strongest urge to desire a head pat

I need yall to understand that me desiring a head pat is not characteristic of me

even I'm like wtf?

ANYGAYS

jealous Burns is an interesting thought

similar to Hinawa, he glares...A LOT

when Burns is jealous he tends to be closer to you, up to the point where his chest is briefly touching your shoulder blade

his glare so piercing and deadly that no guy dares approach you

and if they somehow do approach you ---cough cough they have a death wish cough cough--- Burns is not gonna let up from staring at the motherfucker

cue a small flame producing on top of his eye patch

cue the shitting of pants

ahhh how I would love for a headpat

...

Hope you enjoyed!

[mcu-senshi]

Fire Force HC’s

I’ve lagged on my posts, basically on all my platforms, so here’s some random Fire Force HC’s.  

SAGAMIYA KONRO

(he’s my current husbando, second only to Ginoza)

- PAPI SI! I love this man with all my heart.  I have scars on my body and am chronically ill, so feel like I bonded with this character because regardless of his illness, he is still a badass and wonderful leader.  That being said, there’s usually lots that goes on mentally when you get an overwhelming diagnosis.

- Because tephrosis impacts your body’s oxygen abilities, he has been through so much.  There are days he just doesn’t feel well, and he tries to hide it.  But you’re his partner and have known him for years.  You remind him that it’s perfectly fine for him to take it easy if his body is telling him to rest.

- You are the mama bear of Company 7 and that goes for the girls AND Beni.  He sees you as a role model and caregiver, but mother not necessarily.  When he was a kid some of the townspeople would joke and say that you and Konro should just adopt him.  Lord Shinmon would never allow that though

- Konro gives the best hugs.  Your home isn’t just Asakusa, but once you knew that Sagamiya Konro was the love of your life, your true love: your home is also in the warm embrace of his arms.  

- He is such a supportive boyfriend!  He encourages you and supports you in every way possible.

- Please for the love of Sol sleep in his clothes!  He lost his shit the first time he saw you in his white t-shirt when you were both younger and had slept over each other’s homes.  

- He wants to start a biologically family.  His family consists of you, Benimaru, and the twins.  He loves his family to death but he would like to try to have a child with you (although him bringing up that topic seems so intimidating to him)

OBI AKITARU

- Okay, we know he’s obviously the Dad of the group, but he’s also an amazing mentor.  He doesn’t give himself enough credit.  He’s so easy to talk to and he says all the right things to comfort someone without even realizing it.  

- He isn’t the type to look for a relationship but if someone comes his way and he starts developing feelings for them, he’s in trouble.  His work will not be impacted, but he’s scared of thinking about the future with a possible partner.

- He would definitely plan some type of fun outing for Company 8 or stage something there at the Cathedral.  

- He would get choked up if the Company ever did something to surprise him.

HINAWA TAKEHISA

- The stereotypical dad of the 8th, Obi is the fun dad.  Hinawa is the “we have food at home” dad while Obi is the type who would gladly get his kiddos their McDonald’s.

- Gives good advice.  In a blunt tone, but there are valuable lessons in his words.

- Spoilers for season 1: 

The way he spoke of himself in The Nether was kinda sad tbh.  If you’re his partner, that means he already made so many life changes and probably even has had dozens of appointments with a therapist because he realized he needed them after the loss of his friend.  He didn’t think his life had value after that.

- He let you see him cry.  He hugged you so tightly the night he confessed to you the way he used to see himself.  You held him in your arms until he fell asleep.  

- He loves to buy you either your favorite flowers, tea/coffee, or small items in your favorite color (stationary, charms, notebooks, bookmarks, a hair accessory)

[you-tolkien-to-me]

Fire Force Imagine:

I’ve watched Fire Force ever since it came out! Why didn’t I didn’t think of the sooner!! xD

Imagine being or having the power of the Phoenix.

Fire Ability: Phoenix.

The user with this ability either is or can transform into a phoenix, a mythical, sacred fire-bird that symbolizes rebirth, immortality, and renewal.

Phoenixes are described as birds with colorful plumage and a tail of gold and scarlet (or, according to some legends, purple, blue, and green).

You can transform into a large, blue-flamed phoenix.

You can take flight in both full phoenix and hybrid forms, and control over the latter form is such that you can isolate it to specific body parts, e.g. transforming just your arms into wings to fly, and your feet into bird legs/slashing talons as necessary.

The greatest aspect of your ability is that you can freely conjure forth your "Blue Flames of Resurrection" from any part of your body (even without actually shapeshifting) and, by enveloping yourself in those flames, rapidly self-regenerate from almost any physical damage you receive like a phoenix being reborn. 

No matter what injury you are dealt, you can recover by flame.

You are also able to heal other with your ability.

Examples of power ---> (Click me!) (Click me!) (Click me!)

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I don’t own anything but the imagine part :P