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nanodayowrites · 3 years ago

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always

by nanodayo

Anime/Manga: Fire Force

Pairing: Sagamiya Konro x Shinmon Benimaru (M/M)

Rating: M for now but will likely shift to E for explicit sexual content as well as violence.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, somewhat graphic depictions of injuries, ill probably update this as the story goes on!

Chapters 1/?? (I have a few written and will post more soon)

a/n: like i know,,,,fire force is a shounen so theres gonna be a lotta self inserts and self shipping fics,,,,,but its not what im particularly interested in so ive decided to take matters into my own hands. Benimaru and Konro were made for each other you cannot change my mind!! ALSO PLS NOTE IVE ONLY WATCHED THE ANIME!! but it doesn't really change much. theres no spoilers involved just beni and konro being all cute n shit

also, this is my first time writing fanfiction ever, and its my first time creative writing in a while, but im pretty happy with how its looking so far!

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Konro stands by the entrance to the guardhouse, the epitome of patience. At first glance at least. Hika and Hina know better, and shoot him nervous glances between bites of their dinner. They see the tense lines of his shoulders, and the way he has not touched his food. They also see the slight tremor in his hands, but are kind enough not to make fun of him for it.

Benimaru has been away since sunrise, and the moon is now shining high above them. He was supposed to be visiting the 8th and briefly coordinating with their captain for an upcoming training session with their rookies. An hour later, Konro was informed that a large group of infernals had been spotted, and that Benimaru was assisting the 8th due to the magnitude of the damage being done. All in all, it was supposed to be a routine mission. Their captain should have been home by lunch.

The fact that he has been away for so much longer means something has gone wrong. The girls know Konro is worried sick about their captain, and in truth, they are just as scared. Logically, everyone knows that there is very little in this world that is even remotely a match for the man called “the strongest fire soldier”, but his absence is unsettling regardless.

“Hika, Hina, it’s time to go to bed.” Konro does not move from his spot. Neither do the twins. If he is being honest, Konro appreciates their company, but as their guardian of sorts, he feels obligated to be responsible. But the girls say nothing, and frankly Konro does not have the energy to push the subject. He grips his wrists tighter under his kimono. His burned shoulders ache from the strain of his tension, but he cannot bring himself to mind it.

Thankfully, the object of their concern appears in their field of view, a lone streak of flames growing rapidly larger, pushing the idea of sleep out of the trio’s minds.

They stand up straight, relief letting them breathe freely at last.

That is, until they get a closer look at Benimaru.

He grips the matoi gingerly, his right arm hanging loosely at its side. His face and robe are caked in dust and ash, with red-stained patches on his chest. The face that typically wears an apathetic expression is screwed up in what they can only assume is immense physical pain. Most distressing of all is the blood streaming down his neck, painting his shoulders a deep crimson.

The girls instantly shoot towards him, and twin balls of flame appear beside the larger streak, one going to support each side. As the girl on his right attempts to approach him however, she immediately backs off upon further examining the damage. Konro grimaces. The arm must look really bad.

Despite the commotion, they soon land in front of the guardhouse, and Konro rushes forward to help them. His stomach is in knots, and he pushes back the swirl of emotions that threaten to paralyse him. Now is not the time, not when Beni needs him to be strong.

“Beni-.” Konro is interrupted by Benimaru slumping forward, legs unable to support his weight. Immediately, Konro picks him up, one arm beneath his knees, the other under his back. Mindful of the clearly broken arm as well as the array of injuries, they walk towards the house, and upstairs into Konro’s room, as it is the most supplied for such an emergency.

“Hika, Hina, please go and get Suzume immediately. Tell them it’s Waka.” Suzume is a local medic who frequently treated injured members of Company 7. She is a strict older lady who has known Beni since he was a child. The girls depart, leaving Konro to his thoughts, alongside an unconscious Benimaru.

Beni needs you. The thought gives a small thrill, but is instantly quashed by a wave of self-loathing. He does not deserve to be happy, not now.

He places the injured man on the futon that was already prepared. Fear leaves him frozen, unsure of what to do next. Beni, oh gods, Beni. What if - no. Konro refuses to go there.

Konro is not a doctor, but at this moment he wishes he is.

Konro is not strong, but at this moment he needs to be. For Waka. For Beni.

He knows he has to move, start somewhere, do something, or else it might kill him. So he faces the man lying on the futon, red staining the white sheet, and begins to strip away the clothes that are concealing the extent of his injuries. He grabs clean towels, warm water, and disinfectant, and begins cleaning the injuries on his chest and stomach. When he goes to remove the sleeve on Benimaru’s right side, the young captain’s face tightens in his unconscious state.

Konro curses at himself for causing Benimaru more pain. He removes the sleeve the rest of the way and stares at the dislocated shoulder. At the wrist that rests at an unnatural angle. At the arms covered in cuts and cruises. At the cleaned torso, bruised almost beyond recognition.

A grunt.

“You’re crying.”

Konro starts. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed the captain waking up. Stupid. How dare he turn his attention away from Benimaru. How dare he focus on his own feelings when Beni is in pain.

Konro touches his own face and feels the wetness there. He doesn’t trust himself to speak, so he turns his attention back to his captain’s injuries, doing what he can before the medic arrives. He again finds himself wishing that he wasn't so weak, so useless.

He shakes his head to remove those thoughts from his mind. He has no right to self pity.

A cold hand weakly grips his wrist, and Konro pauses.

“Konro.”

Konro resumes his cleaning of the wounds on Benimaru’s arm, gentle, ever so mindful of the shoulder. He can’t bring himself to look him in the eye, not after he failed to protect his captain.

“Konro,” Benimaru croaks again, firmer this time, “ ‘m fine, don’t worry ‘bout me.”

The young man can barely form words. Here he is, barely awake but despite his pain, he is trying to comfort Konro. The lieutenant’s stomach clenches painfully at the notion. He finally turns and looks at the younger man. Completely at odds with the words he just spoke, Benimaru’s eyes contain a myriad of emotions: pain, concern, but above all, panic. And that is the worst of all. It is not a look that should be on Waka’s face. It makes Konro want to hold him close, and take him far away from here, where he would never suffer again.

Konro reaches out, pushing Benimaru’s black hair from his forehead, attempting to comfort the younger man without words. Mindful of the gash on the back of Benimaru’s head, Konro runs his fingers through the damp strands, gently combing the hair with his fingers, desperate for that fear to be quashed, desperate to protect the captain in any way he could.

“I’m here, Beni.”

The captain looks so small on the tatami mats, breath coming in painful bursts, blood still oozing from the wounds on his chest. He holds Konro’s gaze until he can’t anymore, going unconscious again from the pain. It is a startling contrast from the strong, awe-inducing man who carries the weight of Asakusa on his shoulders so naturally.

At that moment, a commotion is heard from the hall. The twins have returned, with the medic in tow. The girls pull the woman by her wrists, dragging her roughly along in their haste to return to Waka’s side.

“Hurry up, you’re too slow you hag!” The twins speak in unison. Their words are cruel, but Suzume does not fault them for it, all too accustomed to the girls’ behaviour.

Konro stands and picks the girls up so they are out of the way.

“Let us see Waka! Put us down, stupid Konro!” the girls explode angrily. But they do not leave his arms, as worried about Benimaru as Konro is. He ignores them, speaking instead to the medic.

“We will leave him in your care. If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know.” He hears how his voice breaks, but he chooses to ignore it for now.

“Of course, Kon-san. You have already done plenty, thank you for cleaning his wounds. I can take care of it from here.” She smiles and turns towards the injured man. Konro takes that as his cue to leave, carrying the girls out of the room and into theirs.

For the first time, Konro prays to any gods willing to listen.

***

“Konro, stay with us, please!” The girls have been tucked in, but it was obvious they are not going to sleep for a while, too upset.

Konro is hesitant, wrapped in thoughts of returning to Benimaru’s side. But the usage of the word ‘please’ holds his attention, largely because he has almost never heard the girls say it before. Maybe he needs to teach them better manners going forward. Maybe he is stalling.

With a gentle sigh and a kind smile, he sits down between their futons. Not that they need two separate ones, because they always end up sharing by morning. Be nice to them, they’re just as scared as you are. Furthermore, he is the lieutenant, and when Waka is gone, he must step up.

“I’ll tell you a story, will that help you relax?” His voice breaks the silence that has befallen the guardhouse.

“Yes!!! Tell us about when you hazed Waka!” Hika giggles.

“Tell us, tell us!” Hina pipes up.

Konro smiles in the way that only the young girls can bring out of him. “I’ve told you a thousand times already, haven’t I?” But he begins anyway.

***

The so-called proto-nationalist hazing that Benimaru had later inflicted on Shinra and Arthur of Company 8 was something Konro had once forced the younger man (at the time, a boy) to undergo as a punishment. The boy had recently begun to act up in training and was being a little shit, so Konro and the other hikeshi enacted a plan to teach the brat a lesson.

They had told him it was time for him to undergo a traditional hazing to signify his transition into manhood. It was a load of shit, but they figured the angsty young master was too far up his own ass to realise that they had made the whole thing up. They were right.

“Konro? Hello? What the fuck am I doing?!” Benimaru was currently tied to a spit and was suspended sideways over a fire, face up. His clothes were burning away, slowly revealing his backside. Not that Konro had noticed.

“Uh,” Konro stalled, trying to recall their made-up explanation, “It's uh, an old proto-nationalist hazing.” Yeah that sounds good. A simple punishment is all it was, really. And it was hilarious. Benimaru, the kid with a strength that easily surpasses most grown men, was tied up in the middle of Asakusa, roasting over the fire.

Surprisingly, Beni had gone along with being tied up without much fight, more annoyance and confusion as opposed to actual anger. Not quite the reaction Konro was going for, but he wasn’t going to read into it too much.

“Konro, it's hot. Can you untie me please?” The boy had whined.

“No Waka, you must learn to overcome your physical discomforts. This is an essential part of your training.” Konro had to actively fight the urge to burst out laughing. He bit his tongue and tried to look detached.

“This is ridiculous. What’s the fucking point. This is stupid.” Beni continued to complain.

“You’ll learn the point, kid.” A hikeshi spoke up. “We all went through this, suck it up.” Konro was grateful. He didn’t think he could speak more without laughing. A crowd was gathering, Asakusa’s inhabitants curious as to why the young master was tied like a roasted pig in the public space. Benimaru turned red. Trained warrior or no, being stared at by elderly women with his ass hanging out (because at this point his clothes had all but burned away) was a rather embarrassing scenario.

There are very few things that could be less mortifying for a teenage boy.

***

Hika and Hina giggle at the image. Konro cannot suppress his smile at the memory, the disgruntled look on Benimaru’s face is one he will never forget.

The girls yawn in sync. “Konro keep going.” Hina is impatient. “Yeah, hurry up!!” Like clockwork, Hika trills after her sister.

“Yes, yes. Let’s continue.” The knowledge that Benimaru is lying just down the hall is not forgotten, but Konro has to be there for the twins.

***

“Now what?” Benimaru had dropped his initial discontented expression and had settled for a scowl. He was starting to get rather irate. Konro knew this, but he was having too much fun to stop.

The young master was once again suspended above a fire, except this time he wore only a fundoshi, and his arms and feet were spread apart. The embarrassment had not gone away, he was a teenage boy after all. Konro thought it was too funny to stop, even if the furious younger man stood a chance against him in a fight.

Another hikeshi lit a fire at Benimaru’s feet, the flames instantly shooting upwards.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU BASTARD IM GOING TO KILL YOU-” Beni launched a verbal tirade with increasingly creative language. Konro actually laughed, he couldn’t help it. That only served to piss off the young man more. “KONRO I SWEAR TO ANY GOD ABOVE THAT I WILL CUT OFF YOUR HANDS AND MAKE YOU EA-'' Beni was cut off by a gag appearing around his mouth. Fire of course. Konro’s quick thinking.

This continued until the older man figured it was time to move on to the next punishment.

***

The twins had fallen asleep holding each other close. Their breath is in sync. How they manage that Konro will never know. He stands slowly, careful not to wake them, but he knows he need not worry - they are exhausted. He is too, but now is not the time for sleep, not when Benimaru needs him.

Konro hesitates before opening the door to his bedroom. The dread he has been setting aside for the twins threatens to spill out and make an emotional wreck of him. That cannot happen. Not right now. He needs to push past his own weakness for the young master.

Pulling aside the door, he sees Suzume packing her bag. He cannot bring himself to look at the futon, not yet.

“He’ll live.” Her voice is quiet, calm. “The cuts are mostly superficial but there is still significant bruising on his chest and arms. None of it is life-threatening but he will be in a great deal of pain for the next two weeks at least.” The lieutenant almost has to sit down, relief flooding every fibre of his being.

“That being said,” she continues, “The wrist is broken and his shoulder has been dislocated. He is right handed, correct?” Konro nods. “Then he will require assistance until he becomes accustomed to using his left hand. He also has a mild concussion, but the cut on his head is not as deep as it looks.”

“How long until he is healed?”

She hesitates, unable to meet his eyes. The medic senses the lieutenant’s nervousness. Poor Kon-san. “The concussion should heal in about ten days, assuming he makes the effort to get better fully. At least six weeks for the wrist. More or less the same for the shoulder, but I will discuss all the details with you when he wakes, which might not be for a long time. I gave him some painkillers…” She continues, tactfully ignoring Konro’s obvious inner turmoil.

Benimaru will be unable to train for at least a month. He will not be allowed to fight for Asakusa. Beni’s necessity to the town aside, Konro is more worried about the emotional toll it would take on the captain, who lives and breathes to serve their district. The thought of Beni forced to sit aside and watch made his heart clench painfully.

“...and with that, I suggest you go to sleep, Kon-san. You’ve had a long night, and I will see you in the morning.” The medic withdraws quickly, leaving the two men alone.

Konro realises he needs to go to Benimaru’s side. Because really, that’s where he belongs. It’s where he always wants to be.

He kneels next to the sleeping captain, who is almost swallowed up by the robes Suzume had dressed him in. They are Konro’s, and they are much too large. The word ‘cute’ flashes through the lieutenant's mind at the image. He must be tired, he thinks, because he doubts anyone in their right state of mind would describe the young captain in such a way.

Reaching out his hand, Konro runs his hand through the hair sticking to Benimaru’s forehead, pushing the strands back. The hand lingers longer than Konro had intended it to.

The captain stirs, murmuring in his sleep. “K’nro…wha’s for d’ner…” before becoming silent again. Konro smiles gently, the tears he has been holding back finally free falling. He allows himself to just feel for a minute. The distress about Beni’s emotional state upon learning he has to put aside his own training for so long. The worry he had felt in the hours leading up to seeing Beni, only for it to come crashing down once he found out the damage done to his captain. But worst of all is the anguish. Because for a brief moment, he thought he was going to lose him. And that causes him more grief than anything else.

How pitiful.

After all Benimaru has been through, the worst emotions stem from Konro’s own fear. From his own weakness. Because if he was strong, he could have protected Benimaru. How pathetic.

Konro continues to let these negative feelings wash over him, until his captain stirs once again. This time, the younger man opens his eyes fully. They were glazed, but he appears to see Konro sitting beside him.

Immediately, Konro moves closer, hands hovering, wanting to touch him but not knowing how. Benimaru spares him the struggle by taking the larger hand in his, gripping it firmer than one would have expected given his condition.

“Stay?”

“Always.”

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yuzuriha-sayori · 5 years ago

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hello! i really fell in love with benimaru taking care of a sick reader (；ω；) can i ask a nsfw scenario with him x reader ( something like “please be gentle” and he is like “ no” ) im sorry if this is a very stupid request (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

You asked and I finally answered! Thank you for waiting so long and so patiently as I worked through my writer’s block. I hope you enjoy this little fic that took me way too long to write! I enjoyed writing it nonetheless, dom Beni is just…yes.

NSFW Shinmon Benimaru x F!Reader

Don’t make demands of Shinmon Benimaru

Benimaru was a man of many things; quick tempered, blunt, yet hard working and respectable. However, patience was not one of those things. And for the past several days, his patience was constantly being tested. The culprit, a cute little vixen who spent most of her time causing quite the trouble for him. While he spent his days doing paperwork and cleaning up the mess that he created after Infernals would break out, she spent it causing mischief around him as if it was second nature. Not in the form of real crimes but it certainly it must be a crime somewhere.

“Shinmon-saaaaan~!” The soft mewl of the culprit at large startled the Captain out of his work. He had been writing down the reports of the recent SHC in Asakusa, a young woman who ran a vegetable stall. It was while he was working on the report that [y/n] decided to pay him a visit. She had snuck up behind him as he sat in the guest room. She wrapped her arms around his waist and placed a delicate kiss just below his ear. The feeling sent a jolt down to his stomach and he furrowed his brow.

“[y/n], don’t you see I’m busy? Go find something entertaining like pestering Konro.” Benimaru said, trying to shrug the young woman off of him. He was met with blatant protest.

“I don’t want to!” She whined, nipping at his neck. “You haven’t spent time with me in weeks, I’m beginning to think that you’re not interested in me anymore.”

The raven-haired man had to fight of the urge to let out the grunt that began to travel out his mouth at the feeling of her nipping at his neck. He had so little patience. It not that he wasn’t interested in her, it’s that her drive had been out of control lately and he always ended up pounding her into the sheets until morning, leaving barely any time for him to complete his tasks.

[y/n] didn’t take being ignored lightly so she moved in front of him and slid into his lap, rolling her hips against him so he could feel the scorching heat between her legs. Her hands snaked over his shoulders and she buried her face into the crook of his neck, the warmth of her breath fanning over his sensitive skin. “But I need you. Pleeeease.” Her voice was soft and desperate, and it would have been a lie if he said he wasn’t thinking about shoving her down right then in there and making a mess of her throbbing cunt that was soaking into his pants.

His lips parted to let out a throaty moan but caught it in his throat and grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her back. “[y/n] I’m not going to say it again, not right now. I’ll make time for you later. I’m busy.”

His lover pouted, tears threatening to spill over, but she nodded in understanding. After removing herself from his lap, she stopped at the door and glanced once more over at Benimaru to see that he was back to staring at his papers. She did the same thing every time she pestered him; he had learned her routine down to the time. About two hours later, she would come to him asking for snacks, tea, or a walk and try to tease him again until he couldn’t stand it and was sending her off again.

Finally done with his work, he realized it had gotten quite late. Where was [y/n]? He realized that she didn’t come to pester him. It was strange at first, but he dismissed it and though that she must have went home. After a few stretches to loosen the tight muscles of sitting down for so long, he made his way to the bath house for a soak. Usually by now, she was trying to find her way in, or was already in but there was no sign of [y/n]. Throughout the entire time he was bathing, he heard no peep of her. “[y/n]?” He called out. Maybe she was hiding? But still no sound. An uneasy feeling settled into his stomach. It’s not like he wanted her to come bug him, he rarely had time for himself. He just wasn’t used to it.

The sound of feet hitting the tiled ground of the bathhouse made him whip around expectantly only to be met with his Lieutenant’s confused and slightly amused expression. “I didn’t see or hear [y/n] around here so I thought it was clear to take a bath. What’s with that face Waka? Disappointed?”

Benimaru furrowed his brows and the corners of his lips tugged down into a frown. “I’m not disappointed.”

“Well, I did see [y/n] leave a couple of hours ago after having a stroll with Hika and Hina.” He watched as Benimaru’s shoulders sank ever so slightly and then raise to hoist himself out of the bath. “Maybe she’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Well, I hope not.” His Captain said, throwing his dark blue striped robe around him and tying it. He ran his fingers through his hair, combing the wet strands back away from his face. “I have a lot of work tomorrow too and don’t need more distraction. Enjoy your bath.”

“You know, you should really let me handle some, I’m your Lieutenant after all.”

Benimaru didn’t answer him as he walked out of the bathhouse and towards his room. He didn’t know how to explain what he was feeling. Slightly irritated? No, there wasn’t a reason to. He didn’t miss her, or at least that’s what he told himself. His mind wandered back to the events of earlier, where [y/n] was desperately grinding against him. He could feel how aroused she was just by the heat radiating between her legs. It took only seconds for her to soak down to his cock.

Just the thought of how he could’ve taken her then caused heat to flow down to his dick and swell up. “Fucking shit, now? Really?” He groaned at how painful it was becoming and hurried to his room. It had been quite some time since he took care of it. Actually, it was always [y/n] taking care of it for him. He cursed at himself. And he was the one who sent her away.

Finally at his door, relief flooded through him. All he could think about was how he was going to be able to take care of his problem when he slid open his door. However, there were other plans waiting for him.

Prostrated with their ass to him and stark naked on the bed was [y/n]. Benimaru’s eyes flew open is confusion and surprised. “[y/n]? What the hell are you doing here? I thought you left.”

“I couldn’t stand it anymore…Beni…please.” Two delicate fingers reached down to spread her dripping lips apart, juices running down her thighs and dripping onto the bed. The sight sucked the air right out of his lungs. His already painful erection began to pulsate in need, wanting to feel the clenching of her walls around him. He could see how bad she wanted him, and damn did he want her too.

He made his way to her in only a few strides, standing behind her and taking a good look at how much she was pining for him. “You didn’t come pester me for the rest of the day.” Smack. A startled yelp left [y/n]’s lips.

“You told me not to.” She turned to look at him and was met with a deadpan expression. Smack. Another small cry was brought out of her.

“Don’t backtalk me.” His voice was calm but [y/n] could feel the irritation in it. Was he upset at her for being in his room or for listening? He wasn’t even sure at this point, but he felt the need to punish her. Untying his robe, he let it slip from his shoulders and down to pool around his feet. His erection stood proudly, each vein prominent on the sensitive skin of his shaft. Crouching down to position himself behind her, he gave himself a few pumps and lined his member up to her eager hole. He could feel the pulsing of her pink entrance just ready to swallow whole.

“Please hurry~!” [y/n] whined. It earned her another slap on her ass. Though painful, it caused her cunt to flow with more juices and Benimaru took the liberty of smearing it all over his length.

“Naughty girls don’t get to make requests. You do as I say.” Another whine left [y/n]’s lips but she wouldn’t dare say another word against him. This was the first time in weeks he’d shown her any sexual interest. He grabbed her hips roughly in his big hands and rolled his hips as his cock slid between her pink folds, the head of his cock teased her clit and occasionally her entrance. “You pester me for weeks on end and think you can make demands of me?”

“N-No sir.” Her voice was shaky and soft, her mind was too focused on the sensation of him between her legs. Such little teasing and she was already at her limit. “Beni wait…! I’m…I-I’m-!” The first orgasm in weeks that weren’t by her own fingers washed through her like a violent storm. Her legs shook at her whole body tensed up as a feral moan drew from her mouth. Her legs started to relax and go limp and she would have collapsed completely onto the futon if it weren’t for Benimaru’s solid grasp on her.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t immensely turned on by the fact she got off just by him teasing her, but he wasn’t having her give out just yet. “I haven’t even put it in and you’re already finishing? I don’t think so you little minx.” Positioning the tip to her entrance again, he slammed into her without giving her the chance to recover. The sudden intrusion caused her to buck forward and cry out.

“W-Wait please I’m still really sensitive.” [y/n] whimpered. Her walls clenched tightly around him that it was almost uncomfortable for both. It’d been quite a while since she took his impressively large member in that she wasn’t prepared for him to stretch her out so suddenly. The feeling of being so full so quickly ignited a fire in her belly.

“What did I say about making demands?” Benimaru pulled out only to slam back into her. Gritting his teeth, he let out a deep growl. “Fuck it’s almost hard to pull out, you’re gripping my cock like your life depends on it. Miss me that much?”

[y/n] could only let out soft pants in pleasure as her legs trembled. She was so sensitive, and he wasn’t giving her any time to adjust. She felt as if she was going to drown in pleasure. “Please…please be gentle.” She pleaded once more. If he kept being as rough as he was, she didn’t think she’d be able to walk out of here any time soon.

Benimaru’s hand shot out the grab a fistful of [y/n]’s [h/c] locks, strands tangling in-between his fingers, and pulled her up as he leaned down to let his lips graze her ear.

“No.”

He could feel her clench down around him which caused his voice to come out huskier than he intended. It was hard to speak when her tight walls didn’t want to let him go. He kept one hand in her hair, and the other gripping her hip as he started drilling into her sloppily wet cunt.

“Beni…oh my…my god…fuck!” Each thrust sent jolts of electricity coursing through [y/n]’s body. It wasn’t that long ago that she had her first orgasm of the night and the second one was approaching at terrifying speeds. His brutal strokes did not help. He rocked his hips into her harshly, the sound of skin slapping against skin vibrated off the walls. He didn’t care who heard, his only focus was fucking the life out of [y/n].

Strings of curses and pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued pounding into her. The soft warm feeling of her slick walls was something he missed terribly and wondered why it took him this long to treat himself to her wanting cunt. “Fuck [y/n] how can you be this tight still?” He figured it would take a bit for her to relax around him, but she was still clutching on him for dear life, crying out his name as if it were the only word she knew.

His voice was all it took to send his lover over the edge as another orgasm racked her body. The sudden tightness made his hips stutter and he had to still himself less he spilled all that he had saved up into her right that moment. “[y/n]…shit…!”

Her orgasm was so intense that she sobbed out his name and he released her hair and stroked her back to comfort her through it. “That’s it, just relax…” Her body was slick with sweat and he was getting quite worked up himself. Strands of his raven hair was plastered to his forehead and sweat ran down his chest. His cock was still buried deep inside her, the tip pressed right up against her cervix. Her body still trembled as he began slowly rolling his hips. He was going to get one or two more out of her before he emptied himself into her. But at this rate, he might only get one because he was close to his limit.

“I can’t…Beni I can’t!” Her voice was a pitch too high and the only thing she could see were stars. She was going to go crazy if he kept moving. “Please it’s too much.”

“You wanted this so bad, you’re going to take what I give you. I’m going to give you a week’s worth of orgasms.” Benimaru began picking up the pace but his strokes were gentle this time. “You won’t be able to walk straight for days.”

[y/n]’s moans came out more as sobs and sharp cries as he fucked her. The pleasure was too intense. She was going to break if she came again. Benimaru didn’t care if he made her go crazy, this was exactly what she asked for. Both hands gripped her hips as he took a steady pace thrusting in and out of her. The tight feeling in his gut was growing and he clenched his teeth. He was determined to make her cum one more time. One hand let go of her hip to slide down between her legs and his fingers made quick work of her clit. [y/n] immediately clamped down around his cock.

“N-No please don’t! I can’t!” She tried to pry his hand away, but he was much stronger. He could feel that another orgasm was about come over her with how high her voice was getting, and how tighter she was becoming. His free arm went to scoop her up so that her back was to his chest as he rutted up into her. One arm held her as he bounced her up and down his cock while he teased her swollen pink bud.

“That’s it, come for me sweetheart.” His pace quickened to catch up to her orgasm, letting soft grunts fall from his lips. The heat building in his stomach became more intense and his strokes became sloppy as he slammed into her, hitting her cervix with each stroke.

“A-Ahh!” [y/n] screamed once more as explosive pleasure made work of her soul. She shuddered intensely, eyes rolling to the back of her head, and tongue lolling out of her mouth. Saliva ran down her chin from the corners of her mouth from sheer bliss. It only took a few more juts of his hips before all of Benimaru’s saved up cum finally burst free, his balls tightening as he came. A strained moan came out as he wrapped his arms around her and buried himself as deep as he could get, pushing up against her cervix. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and let out another moan against her skin, his hips jerking a few times. It felt like he was cumming forever as spurts of his seed coated every inch inside her and spilled out, running down his twitching balls and dribbling onto the futon.

“Shit…” He lifted her limp body off of him and more of his thick seed came gushing from her twitching hole. A whimper left her as he pulled out. He did tell himself that he was going to make a mess of her, but he didn’t consider the bed apart of the equation. Sighing softly, he gently laid her down and used his robe to clean her up, then himself, and then wiped all of his cum off his bed.

[y/n]’s body finally stopped twitching but forming words were still too much for her. “You…are…You’re mean…” She mumbled, eyes half lidded. He figured she was still off in her own little world as he laid down beside her after tossing his robe to the other side of the room. “You say that while your face shows contentment.”

“Shut up.” She weakly smacked his chest as he was pulling to covers up over them, but it only caused him to chuckle lightly.

“The twins hit harder than that.”

[y/n] could only grumble in response. Silence fell upon them and he figured she must have finally passed out. He was dozing off himself, completely spent after all the work he put into destroying her insides, when he heard his lover’s soft voice, “Beni…?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to cuddle you.” He didn’t answer right away, kind of perplexed. He didn’t know why she was saying that as if to ask him. She usually did it anyways, clinging to him almost every night she could like he wouldn’t be there when she woke up. Though it was kind of cute if she was asking.

“You can?”

There was a long moment of silence before she responded and he thought she passed out when she finally spoke, “I…I can’t move my legs…”

A surprisingly hearty laugh left Benimaru. Of all the things, he didn’t expect to fuck [y/n] that hard. They had rough sex before, but he guessed it really must have been quite some time if she couldn’t move her legs. He felt a bit satisfied as he pulled her to him and hiked her leg up and over him. Her arm snaked up his chest and to his head, fingers running through still damp hair and rested there, a content smile on her face. He kissed the top of her head and watched her doze off, following moments after. She really was a little vixen, and she always got her way.

#shinmon benimaru #benimaru x reader #fire force #x reader

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so-mordor-itis · 4 years ago

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Masterlist (Older)

I have (finally) created a masterlist! I hope you enjoy!

These are from earlier in the year, around late 2020- early 2021)

Attack on Titan:

Armin Arlert:

❤ A love confession

Bungou Stray Dogs:

Fukuzawa Yukichi:

A letter from him

Demon Slayer:

Giyuu Tomioka:

His reaction to mistletoe!

Rengoku Kyojuro:

Love Beyond the Sea (Pirate AU)

Zenitsu Agatsuma:

A letter from him

Time Will Tell (Soulmate AU)

Dr. Stone:

Gen Asagiri:

What’s his type?

Bad or petty habits and what gets them flustered

Ryusui Nanami:

How do they view their significant other? Are they the light in their life? Best friend? Savior, etc.?

Senku Ishigami:

“Love isn’t always romance.”

“See you soon,”

What’s his type?

Will We Meet Again? Maybe.

Ukyo:

What’s his type?

🎉 - New Year's kiss

Fire Emblem Awakening:

Henry:

Something that would get him flustered

Fire Emblem Three Houses:

Sylvain Jose Gautier:

“Your smile is my favorite.”

Fire Force:

Benimaru Shinmon:

Something that would get him flustered

Haikyuu!!

Bokuto Koutaro:

A letter from him

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure:

Giorno Giovanna:

How does he confess he likes someone, what is his ideal date, and what makes him flustered?

Josuke Higashitaka:

In Your Heart

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Gojo Satoru:

Crystals

Is he scared of love and what gift would he give his s/o?

Vexing

What Nicknames He’d give you

Megumi Fushiguro:

Sweets

Magi

Judar:

Blurb based on @phen0l‘s Birdcage. (Her series Birdcage.)

My Hero Academia:

Fumikage Tokoyami:

Lock and Key

Katsuki Bakugou:

Fluff

Icy Kiss

What love language he displays

Keigo Takami:

Sunset Headcannon

Mirio Togata:

If they show grand gestures of love or if they’re more subtle

Sero Hanta:

A letter from him

Shinsou Hitoshi:

A letter from him

What love language he displays

Tamaki Amajiki:

What gets him flustered

Persona 5:

Ryuji Sakamoto:

Pining

Pokemon:

Raihan:

J, K, and N of the fluffy alphabet

🎉 - New Year's kiss

#masterlist

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kuroowo · 2 years ago

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Thanks for the tag Rei & @mrsgiovanna 💖 Currently I have a new obsession with Shinmon Benimaru (fire force) so this’ll be with him!

height difference • mutual pining • first kiss • first love • wedding • in-jokes • lgbt+ • family disapproves • friends disapproves • would die for each other • fake relationship • arranged wedding • cuddlers • pda friendly • and they were roommates • secret relationship • opposing world views • opposing personalities • opposing goals • getting a pet • have kids • grow old together • relationship failures • rest head on shoulder • share a bed • token dummies • relationship doubts • they have a song • first date • share a jacket • sharing a blanket • mutual interests • study buddies • bathing together • crash into hello • accidental nudity • laundry • same hobbies • cooking for each other • big fancy gala • sibling rivalry • hair stroking • dancing • laying in the grass • watching stars together • watching the other sleep • shared values • friends to lovers • enemies to lovers • lovers to enemies • childhood friends • slow burn • love triangle • toxic relationship • sitting on each other’s lap • can’t be together • hugs • forehead touches • neck kisses • car/motorbike rides • compliments • nicknames • falling asleep together • late night talks • gifts

Feel free: @pixelwisp @vanille--kiss @genesiswrld @moonbeamwritings @atsuminthe @connekoma @miyamuse @haikyooot @peachysamu @somisamu @sorrythatspussynal @larkspyrr @sunshinetoshi @shoyosun @osaurimiya @chifupurrs @violetsoju @jellyluchi @momochimo @tunamiya

f/o tag game!

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(from a post by @/shaylistic that has been sitting in my likes list for a few months now.)

directions: highlight/bold the tropes that apply to you and your romantic f/o

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my f/o: edgar bright!

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tagging:

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#height difference bc I’m taller than Beni LMFAO #Beni doesn’t look like the pining type bc he gives off the ‘I go for what I want’ vibe #only I would be pining LMAO #r/S doubts but mainly me bc damn have y’all SEEN him😩#there’s a lot more I wanna talk about with Beni but alas #I have like 1000 more tag games to go through LOL #star.cluster #binary.star

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tarithenurse · 4 years ago

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Spark - 19

Fandom: Enn Enn no Shouboutai / Fire Force. Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x fem!reader. Content: Angst. A/N: Okay...this took a turn I didn’t originally expect, so next chapters might be coming a biiiit slowlier. Feel free to ASK (or reblog) for tag – in fact: always reblog. Thanks to those who have already <3

19. Fuel

... Reader ...

It’s not the first time you wake with a pounding headache from having been knocked out...and judging by the general tendency of such things happening, you begrudgingly accept that it probably won’t be the last time either. Not that you want to make a habit out of it.

Rather than warm fragrances and soothing light beyond the eyelids, the place (wherever you are) comes across hard, cold, and dark. Blinking under the single electrical light, you take in the damp looking surroundings through a haze until the first wave of nausea passes. Not Asakusa. Admittedly, that’s the understatement of a lifetime but it helps you ground yourself. Chapped concrete walls, a simple cot made of steel, and over in the corner (which really is no further than two steps away) is a table and chair made of the same material. No windows. Only one door without a handle.

Your (or rather Benimaru’s) clothes are gone, replaced by a stiff jumpsuit in an indiscernible grey-faded colour. The idea that someone’s undressed and dressed you intensifies the nausea, but you manage to swallow it down together with the bubbles of fear.

And you wait.

Sometimes there’s the sound of footsteps passing by at the other side of the door, each time making you hold your breath with dread. But nothing happens – not even when the passer by(s) stop outside as if they’re about to enter. Time just passes and you start to tire from the constant vigilance.

At some point, a bland meal arrives through a hatch and slide in the wall by the desk. Nothing impressive. Nothing that tempts you enough to risk anything by eating or drinking it out of fear of what might be in it. I’m overreacting. They caught me, so why would they spike the food or water? But the worry remains unmoved by any amount of logic you can muster.

... Konro ...

Everything has descended into madness.

After returning from the kitchen fire, Konro had presumed that the absence of Beni and [Y/N] was a natural result of their slow start together, but when the night had almost dragged by and the world started to stir, only the captain returned. A grim expression on his face was underlined by the clench of his jaw and fists, his clothes singed and torn.

“Where is -” The question is unnecessary. “Where did you search?”

Benimaru sinks down on the nearest chair. “Third. She’s not there.”

The aftermath of Benimaru’s unsanctioned “search” hit shortly after that.

Representatives from Haijima and the highest up of the Special Fire Force are staring down at the two men from Asakusa, one of which has his mind somewhere else entirely. The last thing needed to dissolve some of the tension is for the captain of Seventh to come off as wry, cooperative, and standoffish.

“I don’t know about a guy with a dark coat and wide-rimmed hat,” Konro sighs, rubbing the scar running across his face, “all I know is that an Asakusan citizen is missing now and that captain Giovanni has practically harassed us on several occasion previous to tonight.” Say something. He attempts to project the desperate wish into Benimaru’s brain. Something useful, he adds.

An exasperated huff betrays one of the Haijima guys, a sleazy man called Oguru, but it’s the Agency Chief who speaks up. “Giovanni...is not a captain anymore.”

Finally, the only captain present seems to listen although his face reveals nothing.

Konro lets his hand fall from his face. “Please explain.”

“As you might know from co-operating with Company Eight, certain...issues have come to light that have dishonoured Giovanni’s standing and warranted his arrest which was set to be handled less than 48 hours ago.”

“Was set to be...?” the lieutenant stressed the grammatical choice.

A potent silence drags out.

“...a simple task which the Fire Force leadership was not able to carry out,” Oguru butts in coldly, “instead allowing him to escape with his research and plans.”

“Hrm,” the Chief grumps, “probably into the Nether.”

Konro’s mind blanks out for a second, not even able to think of curses strong enough for what he knows will happen.

... Reader ...

Your body has betrayed you, allowing you to dose off after hours of hyper-vigilance, and so it comes as a shock when the door is wrenched open to allow an oddly dressed girl to enter the room – a baggy, white onesie that somehow doesn’t manage to make her appear anywhere near decent is topped by a crown that has slid past the forehead.

“Awww! You didna wike what we gave you, huh?” she trills, an edge of insanity looming close in her voice, “well, don’t wowwy wittle girl! We won’t give you anymore.” The last sentence stands in sharp contrast, suddenly void of any emotion or caricatured childishness.

Rather than engage, you remain on the cot and only watch the cold mannerism disappear to make room for impatience. She’s insane! Whatever horrors you had concocted at night, growing up in fear of the many dangers a homeless girl could suffer, none has prepared you for this.

“Get up!” the girl orders.

She can only be a handful of year younger than you. Reminds me of a spoiled toddler. And just like a brat, the tantrum follows much too quickly and unleashes an electrical jolt that spans the distance and enter your body with a sharp pain before everything turns numb.

“Wha-...?”

Numb, but not limp. Your body moves as if invisible strings have been attached at every joint, forcing you to stumble past the grinning girl and into the dark corridor beyond. Fear claws at your lungs, causing bile to boil in the guts at every useless attempt of regaining control.

“Don’t fight it, pwetty girl,” the giggle torments, “you belong to us now.”

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tarithenurse · 4 years ago

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Spark - 9

Fandom: Enn Enn no Shouboutai / Fire Force. Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x fem!reader. Content: Feelings are still on edge despite some stray thoughts. A/N: Feel free to ASK or reblog for tag – in fact: always reblog <3 Thanks to those who have already <3

9. Ashes

… Reader ...

Sticking to your designated room (the same as last time), you do little to engage anyone for as long as you can that day, but when your stomach starts rumbling, you decide it's time to show a bit of goodwill and help out in the kitchen.

You find Konro there and quickly get put to work, washing the vegetables before cutting them according to his wishes. The two of you work quietly, Konro radiates a calm that soothes your frazzled nerves and he doesn't ask any questions.

Come to think of it: Benimaru had also been strange non-inquisitive but maybe both know that it's because you don't have a lot of answers to give other than where you've been – the incident with the infernal, or demon as the captain called it, has been too weird for your brain to wrap around. Maybe, I just imagined it? A pure coincidence where the fiery creature followed its own whims. Yeah, nah. But you’re not ready to accept he alternative.

Heavy footsteps are nearly drowned out by the chatter of a pair of twins who are trying their best to secure a chance of being swung through the air by whoever they are accompanying. Benimaru. You don’t bother looking when the trio enters except to shoot a smile at the girls who fall silent, staring at you with wide eyes.

The men mumble a quiet greeting to each other which doesn’t prevent a certain captain’s stare to burn into your back and it stays there as you rinse and chop the green onions. It stays while your knife makes short work of the renkon, working the root into thin slices.

“Some of the neighbouring women decided you needed to extend the wardrobe available to you,” Benimaru sneers as you reach for sweet potatoes, “maybe there’s something you can use.”

Finally turning to face him, you find him leaning against the table with a stack of clothes next to him. Some of it looks awfully gaudy, but clothes are clothes.

“That’s kind of them,” you concede (and mean it), “I’m sure there’s something useful. As long as it fits I’m not picky...as you know.” He bristles at the thinly veiled insult to his own style which you’ve unwillingly had to adopt for a while.

“Hmhrm!” Konro tries to de-escalate the situation. “Maybe you’d like to wash up and change before dinner, [Y/N]? Go ahead, there’s time.”

Thanking him, you grab the bundle and leave the kitchen.

... Benimaru ...

Sometimes, he really would like to punch the older man who is now telling Benimaru wordlessly to go after the girl. It’s not that Konro’s wrong: they need answers and the sooner the better. With a sigh, the captain pushes off and stalks down the hallway.

“Hey, [Y/N]!”

At least she stops and waits, though it looks for a second in the dim light that she rolls her eyes. “Yeah?”

The colourful bundle in her arms separates them like a shield. Splashes of pink and yellow, and he can’t help but wonder what she’ll look like when wearing something else than his clothes. If he’d like it at all. Stop it.

“What were you doing there?”

Benimaru doesn’t have to explain what he means, she knows. “Oh, I decided to have a picnic, y’know?”

He didn’t mean to do it but she’s so infuriating. One moment he’s trying to start a conversation and the next he’s got the woman shoved against the wall, pinning her shoulder against the wood as a low growl (a growl, damnit?) rolls from him. Any person with a sense for survival would be cowed, scared of the sudden anger. Not her. She just look at him with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk that makes no sense.

“This isn’t a game!” Again the growling. “You disappear for weeks only to turn up in the middle of a combustion scene. You order a freaking demon around!”

Finally, her face contorts into a mix of fear and anger. “It’s not like I chose to be there. And for the record, I didn’t ord-”

“I. Saw. It.” The words are nearly spit at [Y/N]. “I don’t care where you’ve been, but you got a target painted on you and I need to know what I’m dealing with here if I’m supposed to protect you -”

“I never -”

“- ooor protect my people.”

He must somehow have broken through the stubbornness because she hesitates, eyes flicking across his face as if searching for something before she finally slumps in his grip. “I was trying to get away, I really was and yes...I could have run along...ignored what was happening...”

“But you couldn’t leave the woman there to die?” She shrugs despite the hold and Benimaru lets go, suddenly ashamed of his outburst. “You knew...?”

“No! And I still don’t believe it,” the girl protests. “They’re supposed to be more...uhmm...”

“Aware. Intelligent.”

They both nod in the silence.

“I just...I thought if I could distract it...” [Y/N] sighs again. “Hunger. Souls. That’s all the infernals ever scream about but this asshole...well, you heard it, I guess.” The bundle of clothes is tugged a bit closer to her chest as if for comfort. “I never considered they could get full enough to slow down, to want to take their time to...to...”

Half of what the girl is saying doesn’t make sense until Benimaru begins to entertain the idea that she understands the wailing of the burning terrors. She doesn’t realize. Apart from a few disciplined infernals (very, very rare) none of their screams ever meant anything to him, Konro, or anyone else. Even demons rarely speak, according to the few recollections of witnesses. What are the odds it would listen? Close to none, making this a freak occurrence – curiosity trumping primal blood thirst...he hopes.

“You can’t get involved in combustions while staying here.” Thankfully, she doesn’t object and Benimaru tries to smother a sense of guilt. “Lie low. Don’t attract attention. People here’ll have your back, but gossip can’t be avoided. Anyways...dinner’s almost ready.”

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bakubabes-tatakae · 3 years ago

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A/N: I hope you all enjoy part 3/4 of my pieces for the last day of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme is seasons, and it’s time for summer. My last piece for the day will be out in a couple of hours! You can find all the days of the collab here!

Pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

If there was anything that you had regretted, it was your decision for today. It was the hottest day so far this summer and you had thought it would be a good idea to let your husband train you for the day. The icing on the cake? That would be the Captain of the Seventh… Benimaru Shinmon.

As you fought for your breath you heard his loud voice above the sounds of flames erupting around you. “Don’t stop, I didn’t say it’s time for a break yet.”

You put your hands on your knees and leaned forward, staring at the ground. “Beni, will you take a break for five seconds. I can barely breathe, I don’t have as much stamina as you do.”

Benimaru scoffed at you and crossed his arms. “Ten minutes. That’s all you get.”

You knew that training with Benimaru was always this way, but you were always a glutton for punishment. Just the thought of being trained by the strongest fire soldier made you agree to these things every time.

As you continued to fight for your breath you saw his figure coming toward you, your mind racing on whether or not it would be your Captain approaching you, or your husband. A hand stretched out toward you with a water bottle and you quickly snatched it, downing nearly half of it before even looking at him.

“I know that you wanted to train today, but it’s getting to be late in the afternoon and if you remember correctly we have two little girls sitting in the guardhouse. And I can tell by the aura around us that they’re growing bored and impatient.”

Benimaru turned to the stairs attached to the porch and sat down, patting the space next to you. You took a place next to him and watched his expression. He smiled slightly and you relaxed, you were talking to your husband now. You still hadn’t been used to his struggle with keeping the two roles separate after all this time.

As if on queue the backdoor to the guardhouse opened up and Hinata and Hikage erupted from it, running to Benimaru. They both jumped on his back with smiles on their faces. “Waka! You told us that you would take us to the beach on your day off this week!”

Benimaru tried to interject. “I have two days this wee-”

Hinata softly smacked his head and stopped him. “Konro said today is the only day you don’t have plans, so we have to go!”

You chuckled and watched as the dagger eyes turned to you. “You brought this on yourself, Beni.”

Hikage climbed down and ran to the front of him. “So we’ll go get ready and so will you guys! This Asakusa heat is absolutely killing us!”

The girls ran off without another word and you held back more laughter as Benimaru sat with his jaw open. He raised his eyebrows and sighed. “What just happened there?”

You couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore as it erupted from you, his figure pulling you into him as he tried to keep you quiet. “I think you’re taking the girls to the beach, Beni.”

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Parking the matchbox at the busiest beach in Asakusa has never been an easy task, it was part of the reason that Benimaru hated going there, but Hinata and Hikage always got what they wanted. Everyone climbed out and the girls ditched their robes and beelined for the water before you could even tell them no.

Benimaru chuckled slightly and opened the back doors, grabbing the floats, chairs, and cooler and handing some to you. “We should have known they wouldn’t be any help when it came to bringing stuff down there.”

You grabbed a couple of chairs from him and turned toward the pathway to the water. “You’d think they’d be a little more grateful.”

Benimaru followed you, his anxiety at being around this many people growing some as he stepped onto the crowded sand. You both stepped out of your sandals and threw them into the bag with the towels, finding it easier to walk that way.

Once you located the girls in the water you set up the chairs and towels in front of them. Benimaru sat down and grabbed water from the cooler. “I haven’t been to the beach in what feels like forever.”

You raised one eyebrow at him and huffed. “Yea, because every year it’s me taking the girls to the beach with Konro. You’re always too busy.”

He took a sip of his water and sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into his side. “I know. I’m sorry that work takes up so much of my time, but I’m a Captain, I don’t have much choice in the matter.”

Guilt started to eat at you as you listened to his apology, you hadn’t wanted to make him feel badly about it. “I know you don’t have a choice and that’s why we try not to get upset when we can’t see you.”

Hinata and Hikage approached you, both soaking wet from being in the water already, and Benimaru stood. They both grabbed onto Benimaru’s exposed legs. Benimaru flinched as the cold water touched his bare skin. “Girls, you’re soaked, let go of me.” The chuckle on his voice made the girls smile.

Hinata hugged tighter as she spoke the same words that Benimaru used all the time. “Sorry Waka, we’re not taking any complaints right now.”

Hikage laughed hysterically and did the same. “We’re just so happy that you’re here with us.”

Benimaru glanced up at you with a grin before looking back down at the girls. His arms wrapped around them and grabbed them both from the ground, screams of laughter filling the area as he started walking through the sand with them.

You looked on with nothing but admiration on your face. Despite his busy schedule Benimaru always made sure that the time he spent with you guys counted, and as he tossed them both into the deep end of the water you couldn’t help but start moving toward them. His playful shouts as he jumped into the water after them echoed as the girls swam away from him as quickly as they could.

Just another day at the beach, a day that should have come a while ago, a time where Benimaru let down his cold Captain exterior and was the friend, husband, and father figure he needed to be. And it was the time that you loved him the most.

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mypimpademia · 4 years ago

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OMG WAIT NO

Since Beni is so deadpan towards most people except Konro, what if he was actually really shy when he kisses???

Like imagine this...

You're in some kind of weird limbo relationship with Shinmon. You're together but you're not. Konro says you're together, but you don't think so because you haven't even kissed yet.

It felt slightly awkward to say, but you eventually ended up telling him. And to your surprise this is what he said;

"Oh yeah, I don't think Waka hasn't really ever kissed anyone."

It left you completely baffled.

Shinmon Benimaru? Never kissed anyone? You didn't think you'd ever hear something like that, especially with the way almost everyone constantly fawns and pines for him.

You had no clue how to go about... your issue... past that point. He's just so damn unpredictable you don't know how he'd react to anything.

So you decided to be just like him:

Straightforward.

You just asked.

That's it.

"Hey Shin... Can I have a kiss?"

You swear you caught him jump a little and saw his face flush pink for a split second. But he collected himself just as fast, so you weren't even sure of what you saw.

Shinmon is quick with it, leaning in and only looming on the kiss for a few moments, the smell of sake on his breath.

When he finally kisses you, it's short and sweet. His lips were slightly chapped, and they were warm too. He kissed you so lightly, proving what Konro said as true.

The sweet moment only lasted a few seconds, before he pulled away and silently escorted himself out of the room before his face grew too red for his liking.

Kisses from beni... his kisses are probably amazing...

#pimptalks #AND HED BE CHEESIN THE REST OF THE DAY TOO #AND EVERYONE IS LIKE '??? UM HELLO WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS HE SMILIN SO MUCH'#BUT KONRO JUST GIVES YOU A FIST BUMP #fire force #benimaru shinmon x reader

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tarithenurse · 4 years ago

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Anime fic masterlist

Smut/lemons/nsfw/sexual themes = * Mental health issues = % Violence/gore = #

Always watch out for individual chapter warnings/content. Reader is per default female unless otherwise stated.

Enn Enn no Shouboutai / Fire Force

Spark * % # Benimaru Shinmon x fem!reader. After reader’s little sister combusted, reader has been making it from day to day on her own, under the radar. She should never have come to District 7.

Viktor Licht Drabble Victor Licht x gn!reader. Maybe it’s platonic, maybe it’s not. Either way, Reader has a soft spot for Viktor even if he’s oblivious.

Haikyuu!!

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Fandom: Enn Enn no Shouboutai / Fire Force. Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x fem!reader. Content: Scheming, angst, pining, someone’s not good at dealing with a variety of feelings. Oh! It’s almost a tradition in this so no proofing. A/N: So...I should’ve been asleep and trying to rearrange my sleep cycle after a weekend of nightshifts, but meh! Much better to get this down in words. Feel free to ASK (or reblog) for tag – in fact: always reblog. Thanks to those who have already <3

16. Inferno

... Benimaru ...

The route might be different than the one [Y/N] had followed earlier, but the determination to reach the destination is just as great. Just short of running, Benimaru hurries down the street, takes a left down the alley, and finally two rights before he has to stop and wait for an inhabitant to let him in.

This is taking too long. I shou-

The door is opened by Mr. Ozaka who isn’t given a chance to greet the captain properly before the young man has rushed past, barely taking time to ditch the boots (not that it reduces the thundering noise as he races up the stairs) - Benimaru knows exactly where to go: he insisted on personally inspecting each and every single hiding place to make sure it would be safe enough.

And there’s the futon, easy to push aside. Must be nearly suffocating under there! It bounces off the wall from the force and he ignores as it plops against his skull, focusing instead on jamming a handful of fingertips into the groove along the floorboard and lift it enough to ensure better purchase. A section of the floor lifts neatly revealing the cramped hiding hole and...

“WHERE is she?!” Benimaru demands from the meek homeowner.

... Reader ...

You’re still not entirely sure you won’t get in trouble (actually, knowing Shinmon and his grumpiness: you’re screwed), but you’ve learned not to argue with the old woman who finally seems to be pleased with the situation.

“This is my favourite tea, dear,” O-bāchan smiles as she readies the leaves and waits for the water to reach the perfect temperature.

When she first pulled you out of the hiding hole (she’s surprisingly strong!), she had tutted at the sight and refused to listen to explanations or excuses while ushering you along. Then she’d drawn a bath for you (which had been lovely considering the sweat from the training and then the dust) and laid out a clean yukata to wear. Once you were re-freshened, she’d prepared a light meal for the two of you.

“Are you sure you don’t want me t-”

“Don’t you dare,” once more, her voice grows sharp as a harpy’s, “you’re my guest.”

You don’t dare point out that a guest normally has a choice of whether or not to go to someone’s home. Instead, you dutifully sit, knees and shins digging into the little cushion as you groan mentally at the constricting cotton from the protonationalistic outfit. You’ve seen a lot of women wear it around in Asakusa. It does sort of look pretty in the same impractical way the yellow sundress you’ve inherited does – the difference there being that the latter still allows free movement. And that’s the thing: for too long, you’ve had to think smart to get by on your own and clothes were meant to be practical; something that helps a person survive.

“Here you go,” O-bāchan hands you a cup of tea with a smile just as there’s a loud knocking on the door.

Are they still searching? Is the first panicked thought shooting through your head and you can’t help but wince as the banging is repeated.

“Oï-oï, such impatience. Excuse me for a moment, sweetie, and do try one of the cookies.” Your host is perfectly unfazed as she clambers to her feet (a few muttered groans proving her age) and shuts the door upon leaving the room.

You don’t taste the baked goods – don’t even have the wherewithal to put down the cup of tea as you listen for the muted sounds of voices. Oh...I know that one.

A quick glance around cements what you already knew: there’s only one way in and out. It’s tempting to grab the roll of dirty clothes and try to make a dash for it. Perhaps you can escape to another room and wait there until the hallway’s clear? You scrap the idea right away, resigning yourself to the inevitable.

At least O-bāchan’s delighted chatting warns you before the door slides open, revealing her and a blank-faced Shinmon. No, not blank. There’s a tick in his jaw and his eyes narrow the second he spots you sitting at the neatly laden table. He’s still wearing the same clothes as when you were sparring that very morning (something that feels like ages ago), stale sweat momentarily overpowering the more pleasant fragrances as he too is ushered to take a place. Right next to you.

“I’ll warm bathwater for you, my lad,” Asakusa’s granny chirps.

“No need, we won’t be staying long.” It’s border-lining a growl, and her pointed gaze makes him add, “Thank you, though.”

“Well...fine...” Something is muttered under her breath that neither of you dare ask about. “I guess I’ll find a new cup for myself. [Y/N], be a good girl and pour Waka some tea.”

You do as she says and rush to free your hands, both because you’ve already learned there’s no sense in refusing her but mainly to do something, anything, to keep the awkward silence at bay. The pot trembles slightly as you fill the blue porcelain cup, and it’s much too loud as you replace it in the holder above the little candle.

...

O-bāchan had done most of the talking during the rest of you visit, but despite the unwillingness of her guests, she still seemed mighty pleased with herself when she waved goodbye. While the tea had warmed your belly and the sweets had made you think of happier days...well, nothing lasted long enough to tide you all the way back to Company Seven’s station.

Walking to your room with too short steps, bare feet silent on the wooden planks, you’re uncomfortable aware of Benimaru following you a few steps behind (probably on his way to the showers or his own room). Your fingertips greedily curl around the etched slit of the door, knowing that soon you’ll be in your own little sanctuary. Alone.

“[Y/N].”

You freeze, loath to turn around because you know he’s about to chew you out. “Shinmon.”

“I told you to stay hidden until I came for you.”

Sorry. “I know, but have you tried arguing with her? The old bidd-”

“Shut up. When you weren’t there...all I could think was...if they’d...” his voice is raw as he struggles with the words.

Too curious for your own good, you turn and find the normally stoic captain in a state you never expected. Hands flexing as his side and shoulders tense. His shaggy hair covering most of his face because he’s looking down as if searching for the root to the frustration that’s rolling off of him. He’s not angry? Or maybe he is but that’s not what’s prevalent right this instant. As if feeling your gaze, he lifts his face and allows your eyes to meet and there, just for a millisecond, there’s a flicker of pain and fear.

Then it’s gone.

... Benimaru ...

Ever since Mamoru had warned about the cops, it had either felt as if a fire was searing everything inside the captain’s chest or the sharpness of ice had pierced every organ there. No in between until he had finally stepped in and seen the woman – the source of all the trouble – sitting daintily and sipping tea. For a moment all he had felt was weightlessness. Pretty as the flowers on the yukata – obviously a borrowed item which his brain took time to comment that she ought to own instead – and apparently unharmed, [Y/N] somehow mellowed out the extremes battling inside him.

Now the internal storm is back and it’s all he can do to contain it.

“If they’d -” he bites back the urge to say what he wants, mentally stomps out the burning urge to grab the woman to make sure she really still is there. It’s not just hold her hand or grab her arm but a thirst for her lips and her body’s response if he were to melt into her.

Sensing [Y/N]’s movement, he does wrangles it all into submission by reminding himself that despite appreciating the safety provided by the “neighbourhood watch” she has made it clear as sunshine that she shuns him. Konro, the twins, hell even most of the guys are honoured with the friendship...but not Benimaru. Well, I’m still going to keep you safe.

“They wouldn’t be as forgiving or hospitable as we’ve been,” he grinds out before marching away.

79 notes • Posted 2021-02-09 04:17:46 GMT

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Fandom: Enn Enn no Shōbōtai / Fire Force. Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x fem!reader. Content: Feels, worry, injuries, tiredness, fluff. Lack of proofing. A/N: Thanks to all of you who have wanted tags, reblogged, commented, and liked <3 I’m very happy that you’ve stuck with this story all the way to the end. Thank you!

26. Warm heart

... Konro ...

The news of [Y/N] and Beni’s return (including the woman’s condition) had spread like wildfire among the residents of Asakusa and particularly the older women had taken it upon themselves to lighten the workload of Company Seven by providing hot meals – sent over by wide-eyed grandchildren who looked too dejected for Konro to bear when he tried to say none of this was necessary because in spite of what the neighbourhood seemed to think, everything had returned to some semblance of normal within a day.

“Time for bed, girls,” Konro begins to usher Hinata and Hikage out of the kitchen.

None of them look up from the drawings they’re working on (one depicting a demonic infernal washing the floor). “No,” they agree in creepy unison, “we’re strong independent women who don’t need a man to tell us what to do.”

...what? He doesn’t have to ask where they would have heard something like that: just this morning [Y/N] had said something along those lines to Benimaru when he tried to order her back to her sick bed. If only I’d known better. Konro had chuckled, telling his old friend to give up on the protectiveness, for now at least.

Staring down at the twins, the scarred man crosses his arm calmly. “Try again.”

Seconds later, papers float in the air as Hinata and Hikage have changed their minds and are sprinting off to get ready for bed.

... Reader ...

Ow. Ooow. Eeek. Ow. Ouch.

Limping past Benimaru’s office, you’re thankful the door is closed as you don’t need him to see how you’re gritting your teeth in pain. Maybe he had a point this morning...ow.

He had caught you leaving your room – your destination being the kitchen where Konro was busy serving breakfast for everyone present at the Special Fire Force Company Seven’s headquarters – and promptly ordered your back to bed, completely ignorant of the fact that you’d spent a full day there already and you were bored out of your mind. Opinions had been...exchanged before he let you do what you wanted for the rest of the day.

And now I’m paying the price. Every body part is screaming in protest at the mere idea of moving, littered with bruises and swells, and you’re fairly sure you’ve pulled a few of the stitches on your thigh. Just a bit more. Down the hall and around the corner, then you can collapse onto the futon and get the weight off your swollen ankle.

“Have I ever told you, you’re stubborn?” Beni’s bored voice stops any progress.

Fuck. “Once or twice,” you grit out, refusing to turn to see him standing there, probably arms crossed and leaning against the doorpost, “I take it as a compliment.”

“Figures.” There’s a huff and then you can feel him right behind you. “[Y/N]...” lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers, “please...you don’t have to do everything alone and I know how strong you are. Let me he-...let me be of use.”

Oh, it’s tempting. You remember parts of the trip back from the Nether and how it had felt to be pressed against his warm body, nuzzling against the crook of his neck to inhale the mixed scents of coals, cedar, and light sweat. It had made it bearable whenever unconsciousness shifted and you were brought back to the pain.

Now Benimaru’s arms snake around your waist and under your knees and you realize you’ve said yes without meaning to, allowing him to lift and hold you against him once more. He tries to move carefully, reducing the jostle as much as he can even as he lays you down.

“[Y/N]...the wound...” The frown on his face could be either worry or exasperation as he shows off the blood that’s seeped through your trousers and onto his shirt.

“Sorry?”

Somehow, he accepts not getting a hold of the doctor. “I’ll...I’ll get what we need to rebandage it while you...” He motions to the bloody clothes, a pink tinge rising to the tip of his ears before he hurries out of the room.

It’s easier said than done and you’ve only managed to wriggle your butt out of the pants by the time he returns with cloths, bandages and hot water. Eyeing the lack of progress, Benimaru wordlessly asks for permission to help with the rest (leaving you in underwear and an oversized t-shirt) which he is granted – you’re too exhausted to keep up the hopeless charade of independence, preferring to be cared for. By him, specifically.

The large hands work meticulously, gently shifting off the layers of the soaked bandages while you lie back to watch in wonder. His shock of black hair can’t obscure the frown or the way he pulls his lips tight when the cloth sticks to the wound and you bite back a hiss of pain. He cradles your thigh with a subtle grasp as he begins to dab away the mess and turning the damp cloths continuously lighter shades of pink until everything finally is clean again.

“You’re luckier than you deserve,” Benimaru grumbles, “stitches are holding. It’s just been seeping from underneath.”

Pushing yourself up by the elbows, you can see he’s right and that a new bruise has formed around the wound. Okay...I’ll have to take it easy a few days more. “Fine...maybe you were right.”

“Maybe? Trust me, by the time it’s wrapped up, you’ll know I’m right.”

It’s obvious that’s he’s taking care, trying to shuffle your leg as little as possible and such, but the bandage has to stay in place and so he can’t let it be too loose. Sure, after the first layers of foamy material directly on the wound, the shifting pressure isn’t quite as bad...but it’s bad enough. Your nails are digging into your palms, teeth into lip, and tears are pouring down your cheeks even if you aren’t making a sound by the time Benimaru is done and has lifted your ankle up by placing a stack of pillows under the calf and foot.

“I’m sorry,” he hushes you, spreading the covers over you, “I really tried to be careful.”

“Mhmm.” You don’t trust your voice to say anything else, but lift the covers aside for him to join you. “Please?”

Something deep and warm moves in those mix-matched eyes of his as you studies your face. Then he discards everything but his boxers and lies down on his side, facing you. The touch of his fingertips is barely there as he wipes away the tracks of the tears.

“I know...I won’t always be able to prevent you from hurting...but I wish I could, babe,” he whispers.

Of course he can’t. It doesn’t matter though, you decide, as long as he’ll be there to help you afterwards and you tell him as much, words mumbled against his lips before losing yourself in a slow kiss.

You are both out of breath when he breaks away.

“I’m not letting you leave bed tomorrow except for the absolute minimum!” Beni vows.

“I could be convinced if you come and cuddle up with me sometimes.”

Raising an eyebrow at the weak smirk you grant him, he seems to consider the idea for a few seconds before smiling: “Fine. I can accept that.”

87 notes • Posted 2021-05-14 20:29:13 GMT

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Fandom: Enn Enn no Shouboutai / Fire Force. Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x fem!reader. Content: Awkwardness, sexual tension, nudity. Y’know ;) A/N: Feel free to ASK (or reblog) for tag – in fact: always reblog. Thanks to those who have already <3

13. Seared

... Reader ...

Your body is aching both from the sparring a few days ago as well as the tossing and turning from this night. Something has changed but it’s impossible to identify what – all you know is that people seem more nervous. Serious. More than once, you’ve walked in on Konro and Shinmon whispering and then stopping abruptly when noticing you...and you don’t know why. No one tells you what’s going on. It’s no wonder this night has been sleepless when you’re occupying your mind with worst case scenarios. Finally giving up on rest, you get up and head for the showers. Maybe it’ll help wash away the worries and if not it’ll at least loosen up the tense muscles.

... Benimaru ...

Mmmmrrr...too early...Benimaru slings a towel over the bare shoulder and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. Wanna sleeeep. But he can’t today. Today he has to get up early to get the new watch plan working: no one is going to enter Asakusa without either him or Konro knowing.

Still half asleep, he stumbles to the nearest showers, confident that he’s the only one who’s up at the crack of dawn.

Warm, humid air engulfs him when he open the door, and it takes a moment longer before realization hits that someone else is in fact awake. Only a single lantern is lit to light the room. Standing on a bench next to a pile of mix-match clothes it illuminates the vapour in the air and casts a warm glow on [Y/N] standing under the running water. Drops sparkle like stars on the wet skin as they gather to form a waterfall along the spine, down between the buttocks, and finally splash between the feet – feet that are much daintier than the guys’ stinky ones after a day inside the heavy boots.

Benimaru is awake. Very awake, although the situation seems surreal enough to be a dream. I shouldn’t be here. He manages to suppress a confused groan. I shouldn’t watch...I should leave. Backing out the way he arrived, the captain struggles to think of a way he can forget what he saw or apologize for walking in on her – mainly because he’s got a nagging feeling that she’ll tear his head off if or when she finds out...but also because...because...

Damnit. Back in his own room already, he grumbles at himself for not going all the way to the men’s showers. How could I know? No one’s awake at this time normally?! It’s not the first time, the women’s shower has been put to use by either Benimaru or any of the other guys...but of course things has changed now there actually is a woman around (the twins don’t count and they’re normally noisy during bath time anyways).

Still, the curves and slopes of [Y/N]’s body in the shower is burned into his mind’s eye. Calloused fingers tug at his strands of black hair. Perhaps it’s an attempt to get the brain working, perhaps it’s instead of tugging at something else because Benimaru is becoming aware of a steadily growing issue. Nonono, not like this! Not...not her.

She’s smart, or rather streetwise, and has a tenacity and fearlessness rivalling that of the best of his men who (by the way) all have been charmed by her almost since day one. And she’s infuriating, stubborn, kind, gorgeous and...Benimaru falters, painfully aware of the row of complimenting adjectives he would use about the woman.

“And I promised to protect her,” he sighs. Not fall for her.

... Reader ...

“Konro,” you mutter nervously to the guy, “what’s going on?”

You can sense his chuckle more than actually hear it over the hubbub of the street where vendors are busy trying to keep up with their customers’ demands. “Haven’t you been listening? They’ll help keep you safe.”

Glancing back at the district’s oldest citizen, you can’t help but wonder what the ancient woman can do to ensure no one will come for you.

“That’s...nice.”

She’s the fourth person to conspiratorially whisper to you, transforming a simple shopping trip into a test of paranoia versus cold reasoning. And yes, you have been listening. You listened already the first time Benimaru announced you were going to enjoy the protection of Company Seven’s base whether you liked it or not...you just hadn’t believed him and, oh boy, had that taught you a lesson! Whenever he appears behind you, there’s a brief tension at the base of your skull.

“Why, though? They don’t know me.”

Konro glances over before returning his attention to the oranges. “Because Beni’s told them to.”

Pfft. “They do everything he says?”

“I rarely tell them to do anything,” a drawl comes from behind you, “but now you mention it...you’re the first one to ignore me and look what that brought you.”

A fucking headache. Twice. “So you’re saying you’re not always a pain?”

You haven’t turned, preferring to help Konro on the hunt for ripe fruits instead, but you know he’s rolling his eyes under the tussled hair. I should probably be nicer to him. After all, he’s the reason you’ve not in a lab somewhere, locked up until there’s nothing left to use.

“[Y/N]...” Shinmon sighs with a note of defeat.

“Benimaru,” you reiterate, finally turning and almost bumping into him due to the unexpected proximity, “I get that you’ve g-”

“We need to talk.”

The severity in his tone silences you. I’m in trouble? It wouldn’t exactly surprise you. Stumped by the captain’s intensity, you don’t even object as he grabs you by the hand and leads you back to Company Seven’s station.

The air is cold against your skin as he lets go, snatching his hand back as if he’d barely been able to stand touching you this long – not unlike how you should be feeling yourself. Your hand hovers momentarily where he’s left it in midair as you gather your wits enough to kick off the shoes (no longer stolen, but payed for with both money and an apology for your actions).

Even if Benimaru has let go of you, you still follow quietly into the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, you fold your arms to keep your hands from reaching out until you know for certain that you’re completely in control once more.

90 notes • Posted 2021-01-09 16:45:12 GMT

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Fandom: Enn Enn no Shouboutai / Fire Force. Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x fem!reader. Content: Hints of smutty thoughts, angst, lack of proofing, suppressed emotions, assholes, fighting, sarcasm. Not necessarily in this order. A/N: Feel free to ASK (or reblog) for tag – in fact: always reblog. Thanks to those who have already <3

15. Choking

… Reader …

The dust clings to your sweaty skin as you force your way through Benimaru’s powered offence. Even if the flames he produce don’t hurt you, the heat steals your breath and the pressure of the air still feels like walking through a storm. Clenching the jaw to hold back curses, the best option is to somehow dodge the blasts of fire and come in low, aiming for his ankles in an attempt to knock him off balance.

Easier said than done. And sure enough, when your legs swing around, he simply jumps and somersaults over to land right behind you. One hand grabs one of your arms, fingers tangle into your hair, pulling your back into an arch against the knee he has you pinned with.

“Now what?” he drawls and your subconscious projects lewd images into your mind – most scenarios where he is pulling your hair for “slightly other” reasons.

Your own hand is small around his wrist but the grip is strong and he doesn’t fight as hard against you as a real attack would which means you can pull him along into a tumble that lands you splayed over him on the ground. The hard panes of his muscles cushions your back a bit while the air is knocked out of him. The only problem now is that he somehow has the wits to change the grip, locking your arms by the elbows – the tangle of limbs is angling you awkwardly and pressing you chest out and shoulders back. A slight tilt of the head brings his bored expression into view.

I can grind into his groin, catching him by surprise and -

“Waka! WAKA!” Mamoru and a few of the other men burst out into the sunlit back yard.

Fists clenched, chests heaving, and eyes filled with nervousness, it’s obvious even to you that something’s wrong. Benimaru must have realized to, because he releases you and pulls you to your feet as he urges the men for an explanation.

“Civilian cops -” Mamoru doesn’t get further for the others.

“- they’re everywhere -”

“We heard it’s the same in Sumida and Taito!”

The panicked voice glide into the background and you grab the oversized clothes you had discarded before the sparring, pulling on socks and shoes without bothering to wipe the sand off your feet.

“Other places too, but the worst thing is -”

Mamoru finally manages to overpower his team mates, “- everywhere Company Three is conveniently there too.”

Shinmon’s voice calms your galloping heart though the words are lost on you – they are not meant for you anyways, but the men who set out to track and delay the unwanted search units in their progress as according to the Worst Case Scenario Plan.

“[Y/N].” Like conjured out of nowhere, Benimaru stands before you, his hot hands wrapping tenderly but sternly around your upper arms. “Keep your head clear. You know what to do?”

You could drown in the calm fire of his mix-match eyes. “Yes.”

“Don’t come out until I come for you...” It almost seems like he wants to say something more, his gaze flicking across your face, but his mouth closes and he turns you with a slight push to get you moving.

And move you do.

For once, you don’t bother about removing your shoes as you speed inside, feet beating a scrambling tattoo as you rush down the hallways and into the men’s bathroom (keeping you gaze fixed on the window and ranting apologies to the startled guy who is unaware of anything going on outside). It’s a stretch for you to get up and through the half-sized window, only pausing to check if the little back street is clear.

As you spill out onto the ground ungracefully, a little thought in the back of you head says you’ll be bruised from this. Thankfully, adrenaline is coursing through your veins and forces the body to move on its own.

Over the wall into the neighbour’s garden.

Spot the little outhouse in the north-west corner...and onto the roof while keeping low.

The thoughts have warped into Benimaru’s voice instead of your own, keeping the objective clear just like he would have wanted. Dirty hands reach for the second floor window in the next house, sliding the loose glass pane sideways without the slightest tremble. Are those my hands? They must be, because they do as you want, reaching in and unlocking the window.

It’s a storage room, you realize after entering and closing the unorthodox entry. Technically, some bored-looking wise ass had revealed that days ago but it only really becomes relevant enough to understand now as you clock the futon in the corner. Under there, there’s a couple of altered floorboards to create a hiding space.

Pushing up the cover, you glare at the cramped spot, a hand sliding across your stomach that has gotten softer thanks to Konro’s amazing cooking granting you regular meals. It’ll be tight. Very tight.

... Benimaru ...

Cops. Benimaru can’t recall the last time they had set foot in Asakusa – the district has been more or less self-governing for as long as anyone can remember and institutions like police and firefighters had been a part of the neighbourhood watch roles. Still is, but a fraction of them (the ones best at handling combustions) had been selected by Konro and formed the Seventh’s Special Fire Force. The people of Asakasu protect their own...but it had still taken too long to round up the unwelcome “visitors” and even longer to find the sleazy bastard from Company Three who had managed to sneak into the headquarters.

It had taken all of Benimaru’s willpower to keep from reducing the man to ashes. The taste of blood seeped into his mouth, while Doctor Giovanni spoke of the so-called righteous need to study and use (abuse) the young woman. Fiery rage simmered beneath the captain’s skin at the outsider’s obvious lack of compassion, the refusal to see [Y/N] as a human with rights.

Thankfully, Konro had been able to think. His voice could cut stone as he calmly stated what the accepted channels for cross-jurisdiction work were and in particular how they had been violated during this “unauthorized operation”.

That’s when they were handed the official documentation overruling anyone in Asakusa. I could take them on and win. But Konro took the option away by accepting the order from the higher-ups and telling Company Seven to stand aside.

...

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Konro grated out.

No. The twins had been fast, grabbing the few belongings that could betray [Y/N]’s existence and stashing them in the storage together with other goodwill things.

“The intel was...incomplete,” Giovanni conceded, goosebump-inducing sweetness slathered onto every word. “I’m thankful for your help. It’s a relief to know we can trust our colleagues across all of Tokyo to be true to the law and the interest of the nation. Imagine if someone had indeed kept vital information Haijima and the Holy Sol...”

Benimaru nearly cracked his teeth at that, but managed to keep a stoic facade despite the inner rage.

“Yes, where would we be without the government?” Konro reiterated rhetorically. “Humanity would be vulnerable, and we’re here to protect the people, after all.”

The words hung for a moment heavy in the room until the sound of departing vehicles rumbled by the building. Police is leaving.

“...indeed. Yes.” A few fingers touched the brim of the hat, tipping it lightly in salute. “At least today was...fruitful.”

What? The two men in charge of Company Seven didn’t dare move until the door had closed behind Giovanni. [Y/N]. I have to...she has to...if she’s not -

“Beni.” Konro’s hand was heavy on the younger man’s shoulder, his eyes darker than normal with worry. “You have to wait ‘til they are gone.”

92 notes • Posted 2021-01-28 18:37:13 GMT

To the point - 1

Pairing: au!Satoru Gojō x fem!reader Content: Incorrect tattoo talk, smut (fem receiving, praise kink, slight pain kink, more), no proofing. A/N: See? I told you I was really writing it – enjoy some Gojō!au tattoo artist.

1. To the Point

You had done your research before finally settling on an idea for the design of the tattoo and the placing on your body. Then the problem had been the choice of studio which inevitable brought you to ”Gojo’s Prick” – a name that put you off to the point that it only was because of the good reviews that you went in at all. And to make it worse, the guy wore sunglasses indoors! You had always preferred to see people in the eyes. Still, you explained the idea simply to see how he would react to it.

Good thing you did.

Half an hour later, the silver-blond Satoru Gojō had turned your clumsy sketch into a masterpiece. And the man himself? Charming, witty, intelligent. Sure, he didn’t sell himself short but honestly the self-confidence was well-earned.

That night, you’d dreamt of him and you woke with a dissatisfying emptiness soaking your panties.

Cold, hard logic was the only thing that kept your urges at bay the next few days. “It’ll never happen”, was a recurring thought along with “I don’t know him! I can’t just -!”

...

Considering your state of mind since the last meeting, you feel rather proud that you haven’t blushed or forgotten to answer Gojō due to a mental short-circuiting. It also helps that his assistant (a practically minded girl) is the one to help placing the trace for the tattoo around your left thigh. As you settle into the chair with a leg resting in a sort of cradle, she makes sure everything is ready.

As long as she’s here, I’ll be fine.

“Go’!” The assistant pokes her head into the backroom to speak with her boss and you can’t hear much of what they say, but the meaning becomes clear as she bids you goodbye with a wave, grabs her purse, and leaves the studio (barely pausing to turn the Open/Closed sign on the way).

Of course...fuck. Breathing deeply, you try to steady the pounding of your heart but the attempt is thwarted the instant Gojō appears, pulling the curtain to the little room shut and taking his place next to you. He already has explained to you once how it works, but he begins to do so again just to be refresh your memory. Probably. You wouldn’t know. Honestly, you don’t even really listen – not to the words and their meanings, at least, but just his voice. The man could recite Shakespeare, he could quote the ingredients list on a shampoo...and it would be magic. There’s a playful drawl to his voice that makes your heart beat faster. As if cradled by the summer sun but the heat is made bearable by the ocean’s cool, you bask in the lilts and purrs this man dishes out as he calmly pulls on nitrile gloves before grabbing the tool of his trade.

Somehow, you manage to swallow the gulp when his hands come to rest on your thigh, and as the needles dig break through your skin, the hiss is minimal. It hurts. It hurts differently than you imagined, almost like a deep itch or the satisfying pain from picking at a wound. But more intense and deliciously contrasted by the warm hand cradling your thigh. Gojō’s fingertips dig slightly into the inside of your left leg, still gentle and so close to your crotch that your thoughts are brought back to the daydreams you’ve tried so hard to suppress.

“It’ll be more sensitive when I get to the inside,” Gojō purrs, “so just tell me if you need a break.”

It takes you a moment too long to realize what he’s talking about. Even longer before you can nod and force out something resembling an assurance that you're fine. And, oh boy, you are fine even (or especially) with your clit softly aching.

Pausing for just a moment, Gojō scrutinizes you over the rim of his glasses. Oh. His eyes are like brilliant cut aquamarines framed by snowy lashes. Now heat is rising in your face as well, cheeks burning as you try to avoid the gaze and the growing smirk.

“I’ve no doubt you’re fine -” the instrument bites into your thigh, but his thumb circles distractingly along the flesh nearby -“but I’d like to make sure you’re doing better than that.”

“Please,” you gasp.

And he does. Never losing his attention to the work itself, Gojō smooths away any sting with tender strokes, little kisses or kitten licks, or praises.

“You’re taking it so well.”

His words make your breath hitch. Or maybe it’s the sweet pain on your inner thigh? The artist has repositioned himself more than once, and right now he’s sitting between your legs with the free elbow resting on your hip (wrist weighing down on your mound less than a centimetre from where you need the pressure), allowing his fingers to dig into the most sensitive part of your thigh. Every vibration from Gojō’s tool echoes through both of your bodies and into your core as a faintly whispered promise.

“Just a little bit more,” he spurs you on.

You know he’s right. Saving this part for last, the outline is nearly complete and he’ll start filling in the tattoo at the next session. A pout forms unbidden on your lips, immediately detected by the crystalline gaze.

The first stroke is so subtle, you almost think you imagined it until you notice Gojō’s smirk. Then he does it again: fingers (hand) curled to ensure he can trace the wet line of your folds through your panties. It makes you whimper, silently begging for more.

“Seems like you might be ready then,” he purrs, “and you’ve been such a good girl, you deserve a treat.”

“Ple-ease?” Dizzy with want, you know you’ll do anything at this point.

Pain and pleasure mingles into an eternity that ends too soon. You’re barely coherent as he wraps and tapes your thigh to shield the tattoo, long hands cradling and stroking your thigh more than what would be appropriate under normal circumstances – but of course you don’t object even as fingers stray upwards, slipping under your panties.

“You’ve done so well, princess.”

Gojō’s head dips, lips pushing against the more-than-damp fabric to place a kiss on your clit. One of his thumbs strokes through your folds repeatedly, ending each drifting motion upwards with an added pressure to where his lips still linger.

“Please, Go-ojō,” you mewl.

“Begging so prettily...” he breathes against your skin, “tell me what you want.”

Words don’t come easily. The best you can do is to lift your hips towards him, simply asking for more. More.

And he gives it to you.

Slipping your panties down and off, the artist gets to work on you with an intensity that has you keening and gasping his name. His tongue spells out promises over the entrance that you are too dizzy with need to decipher but somehow still understand.

“That’s it,” Gojō kisses the praise onto your clit, “come on...come for me.”

Finger slip inside and your core, feeding the pulsing constrictions as he finds the right spot and the combination with his hungry lapping and sucking on your clit is too much. Free falling into blissful ecstasy, you’re hardly aware how he uses an arm to pin your pelvis down – all you know is how his repeated caresses keeps you floating longer than ever as you gasp for air, each breath used to moan or cry out his name.

“So perfect.” His kisses have moved to your hips. “Good girl.” You whimper as he withdraw his fingers, watching him through a haze as he licks them clean. “If you’re just as sweet next time -” a last kiss to your pussy sends shivers through your body -”then you’ll get even more. Okay?”

Of course you agree. You’ll always be good for Gojō.

190 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 09:52:35 GMT

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