#enen enen no shouboutai writings

[iliterallyloveluffy]

no bc i decided to just research stuff ab pluto and i came across the fact that it has 5 moons, charon being one of them

but thats not all, one of the reasons that pluto isnt classified as a planet anymore is cus it cant have other masses neighboring it right right

and one of the other dwarf planets in the kupier belt is named haumea

i havent finished all of fire force rn but if uve watched at least the first season you'll know that haumea and charon are paired together

and i js think thats rlly cool to see some of my fav things overlapping despite them being totally different things, everyone already probably knew this but who would've known fire force would connect stuff like that

[brainrotpot]

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Key: ☺️- Smut; 💓- Fluff;🥳 -Platonic;💣 -HCs, 💭-Drabbles/Imagines, 💌-Romantic

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FIRE FORCE:

Nothing yet, sorry!

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GENSHIN:

LYNEY:

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☺️💭Imagine Lyney being flustered after a show

FREMINET:

💓🥳/💌 (up to interpretation) A day with Freminet

HONKAI STAR RAIL:

Nothing yet, sorry!

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JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE:

Nothing yet, sorry!

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POKEMON:

Nothing yet, sorry!

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STARDEW VALLEY:

Nothing yet, sorry!

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TEAM FORTRESS 2:

et, sorry!

[donquixotehomura]

Masterlist?

I have no idea what I'm doing

🚧Under Construction🚧

Requests are Open

Be specific about what you want, you can request from any anime listed here but I won't write for all the characters in each Anime, I'll get to putting down the characters I write for soon but till then you can just ask, read the notes before you ask to see what you can expect.

If you ask while I'm awake chances are I'm gonna answer in a few minutes to half an hour ish, if I'm asleep it'll take a while.

Quick notes:

My writing style is all over the place, it can range from sophisticated Shakespearean to zero braincells active.

I write short fics but I can write longer ones I'm just not sure if I should.

I watched alot of Animes but I'm not confident in writing for a number of characters, doesn't mean I won't they just might be OOC.

My brain is all over the place.

I can't stop myself from simping tbh.

I write dark content but not all of it (certain things are a big no no for me I'll add the list for yes and no later)

Easiest way to know is to ask me.

If you submit a request I might get it done withing the same day or two days max, I write in any down time I have if I'm waiting for something or have nothing to do.

I'm really enjoying this so far and I love it whenever I see interactions with my posts, it gives me a very unexpected rush of serotonin.

I'll apologise in advance if I don't write for your character of choice, it just means I need a bit more time to get it down accurately.

I'm not sure whether I should keep going or not tbh.

Anime Master List

A

Attack on Titan

B

Boku No Hero Academia

Bungou Stray Dogs

E

Enen No Shouboutai

J

Jujutsu Kaisen

K

Kimetsu No Yaiba

K Project

N

Naruto

O

One Piece Donquixote Doflamingo

Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader: Relaxation Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader: Calm Nights

Roronoa Zoro

Roronoa Zoro x Reader Dracule Mihawk's Daughter

Sir Crocodile

Sir Crocodile x Reader Oasis Trafalgar Law

Trafalgar Law x Reader Cuddling Headcanons Trafalgar Law x Reader Comfort Headcanons Trafalgar Law x Reader Period Comfort

Vinsmoke Sanji

Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Love Secret Ingredient

Multi Character

Valentine Day:Dracule Mihawk, Roronoa Zoro, Portgas D. Ace, Donquixote Doflamingo, Eustass "Captain" Kid, Charlotte Katakuri, Massacre Soldier Killer, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar Law.

My BNHA OC

Todoroki Kouen

[itoshislave]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 + 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

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Here contains the specific content i write and don’t write. Along with a list of fandoms I'll be writing for!

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄.

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･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Lolicon/ Shotacon/ or anything like that

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Pegging

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Shipps/ OC's

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Teacher/ student relationships (minor x adult).

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Feet.

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Scat/vomit.

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Serious mental illnesses (depression & anxiety are acceptable)

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Eating disorders

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Weight insecurities

›･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Extreme violence

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Gore/ snuff

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Pedophilia

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Suicide

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Major character death

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄.

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･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ BDSM

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Incest/ pseudo/ stepcest

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Sadism/ Masochism

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Corruption Kink

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Daddy/ Mommy Kink

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ DDLG/MDLG dynamics

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Noncon/ Dubcon

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Manipulation/ Blackmail

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Toxic/abusive relationships/behavior

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Sub!reader/ Crybaby!reader

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Dom!reader (very, very rarely)

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Yuri/GL

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Loss of virginity

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Degrading

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Hurt/comfort

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Size difference 

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Dumbification/ infantilization/ Mind break/ Little space

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Yandere

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Somnophilia (both con + noncon)

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ A few more things!

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 + 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

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･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Haikyuu. Hq

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Boku no hero. Bnha

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Kuroko no basket. Knb

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Tokyo Revengers. Tr

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Jujutsu Kaisen. Jjk

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Tokyo Ghoul. Tg

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Blue Lock. Bllk

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Shingeki no Kyojin. Aot

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Kimetsu no Yaiba. Kny

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Enen no Shouboutai. Ff

･:*.ೃ⚜࿔ Bleach. Blch

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⚠ This blog contains obscure content. If this is not something you feel comfortable, get out of here.You are responsible for your own internet experience. I'll not censor myself for your comfort. I'll mark the things that have triggers, but I won't stop writing dark content just because you think its wrong or immoral. Just block me and forget my existence, it will be better for both sides.

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𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

[melancholy-menagerie]

(( In an attempt to write here more and w/ the aim of writing w/ more people, I'm leaving this here hoping to be able to start some new threads and interactions together! 0v0 ))

-- Muse Fandoms present: ●Game of Thrones (books) ●Hannibal (show) ●Terra Formars ●Hunter x Hunter ●07Ghost (manga) ●The Picture of Dorian Gray (book) ●Akame Ga Kill ●One Piece ●Boku no Hero Academia (My Hero Academia) ●Hellsing (Ultimate & manga) ●K project ●Psycho-Pass ●Black Clover ●Fire Force (Enen no Shouboutai) ●Trinity Blood (manga) ●Dexter (books) ●Kuroshitsuji (anime: season 1) ●Darker Than Black ●Yu-Gi-Oh! ●Juni Taisen: Zodiac War ●Beelzebub ●Trigun (manga) ●Tokyo Ghoul (divergent) ●Buddy Daddies ●Chainsaw Man ●Jujutsu Kaisen ●Tiger & Bunny ●Bungou Stray Dogs

        check out the roster list              ~ muse bios are here ~

ABOUT this blog: its a bit of a WIP / a mixed fandom multi / contains some canon divergence (depending on verse & muse) / highly HC-based / all muses (regardless of fandom) have been adapted for anime RP / OC & cross-over friendly / may contain dark or heavy content & subject matter / 18+ ages / & on a side-blog ~       Feel free to come interact with me on my other RP blogs too!          ~They vary in activity, and feature Bleach fandom muses~                 ● my (main) Tsukishima blog: bookofaion                 ● my Bleach multi: bleach-menagerie

check out my other blogs, and feel free to like this post if you want to discuss plotting/interactions in general on this blog (pls have at least a vague idea beforehand of which muse/s interest you)

-– Ane, the mun ))

[darkicedragon]

I caught up with the Enen no Shouboutai anime and now I guess I should try and make some time to read the manga, haha.

I’m glad Tamaki got a power up and a transformation.

Aaaand I do want to write about Joker, but actual ideas aren’t burning to be written as of yet. Hmmm. My go-tos when I first enter fandom is werewolves or wingfic, so we’ll see how that goes, haha.

[ao3feed-lokitony]

February 2023

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/8mgLCju

by AsianGC

Prompts: Valentine's Day, Pollen/Fear Gas/Truth Serum, Established Relationship/Long Distance Relationship, Different(?), Mermaid AU, "Will you shut up if I kiss you?"

Words: 1171, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Asian GC's Year of the OTP 2023

Fandoms: Weak Hero (Webcomic), Noblesse (Manhwa), Call of Duty (Video Games), Marvel Cinematic Universe, 炎炎ノ消防隊 | Enen no Shouboutai | Fire Force (Anime), One Piece (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Gray Yeon, Gerard Jin, Ben Park (Weak Hero), Wolf Keum, M-21 (Noblesse), Cadis Etrama Di Raizel, Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Shinmon Benimaru, Sagamiya Konro, Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Other Characters from their respective series...

Relationships: M-21/Cadis Etrama Di Raizel, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Loki/Tony Stark, Sagamiya Konro/Shinmon Benimaru, Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro/Trafalgar D. Water Law, Gerard Jin/Wolf Keum/Ben Park/Gray Yeon

Additional Tags: author hasn't played COD, Author isn't caught up with any of these series except for Noblesse, There's a Mermaid AU, I only know how to write fluff, what is angst?, All I want is Fluff..., AU collection, Random & Short, I need assistance with my existence, Snoggletog (How to Train Your Dragon)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/8mgLCju

[footballkerlon]

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Visit Shawn Lealos' website to learn more about his novel writing and follow him on Twitter More From Shawn S.

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[bungeegumsurprise]

(Headcanon) Super Fluff!: Benimaru, Obi, Hinawa, Karim x Reader As a Cat

What your life as a cat would be like if your owner was Benimaru, Obi, Hinawa, or Karim.

Original Request:

A/N: I made this as fluffy as I could XD Reader is a different kitten for each one. :)

Benimaru

How you met:

-He was sitting out on the patio in the backyard of the guardhouse, taking a break from filling out boring paperwork while snacking on some fresh mochi.

-He was about to take another bite when he heard something rustling in the bushes and paused to look over towards the tall wooden fence.

-He could hear something faintly meowing, as he leaned forward and squinted his eyes. 

-You had wandered in from your owner’s yard, which happened to be home to the same grandma that had made him the mochi.

-That’s when he saw a small fluffy ball of half-light grey and half white fur, crawl out from underneath the bushes. 

-When he called her over to take you back home, she said that her son had recently gotten you after getting married, but it turned out his wife was allergic to cats and had no choice but to look for a new owner.

-The grandma said she was simply too old and frail to take care of a cat, and had insisted that Benimaru was somehow destined to be the one to take care of you. 

Random Facts:

-At first, he liked being left alone in peace and quiet when duty wasn’t calling him, and actually wasn’t too keen on keeping something that would keep nagging in his ear for attention.

-But to his surprise, you were actually a good nap buddy.

-Whenever he would lie down to get some shut eye, you would quietly circle around your spot once, before curling into a ball and cuddling up against his side or climbing onto his chest, sometimes letting out the occasional yawn before you closed your eyes and drifted off together.

-He also thinks it’s cute how you stretch out your arms and limbs after waking up, and he’ll actually ask you if you had a good nap.

-If you did: You’d meow, and he’ll pat your fur from the middle of your forehead down to your tail.

-If you didn’t: You’d let out another yawn, and he’ll tell you to go back to sleep with him.

-Both of you like it when he lets you crawl into his haori, riding shotgun to wherever he has to go next (that is kitten safe of course).

-You guys played hide-n-seek once and he got worried when he turned the entire guardhouse upside down and still couldn’t find you.

-You actually fell asleep in the laundry basket when Konro found you.

-That’s how you ended up with a little golden bell dangling from the middle of your light blue collar.

-He thinks that dried cat food is like eating dried rabbit poop (idk how he knows this), and that wet cat food smells like spoiled fish.

-So he has Konro make your daily meals with only the freshest and healthiest ingredients for his, “little princess.” (He named you “princess” but only adds the ‘little,’ when you’re both alone, because everyone else would guarantee not to let him hear the end of it if they did.)

-He likes feeding you the juicy and sweet strawberries from the center of his daifuku, to which you happily oblige.

-He likes staring at you while playing with your ears. 

Obi

How you met:

-Despite how he looked, he was more of a cat person.

-He was at the local pet store to pick up more food for his pet goldfish when he saw you speeding around the other cats in a game of tag, in the little playpen the store’s owner had set up near the entrance.

-He liked how this adorable creamsicle-furred kitten was so carefree and happily playing around with its friends.

-You were like the little ball of energy he needed in his mundane bachelor life. 

Random Facts:

-He likes how your brightly colored fur looks even more orange in the sunlight.

-He got you an orange colored collar to match the color of your fur and the fact that you liked the smell of oranges.

-You like it when he feeds you wedges of sweet tangerines from time to time.

-He named you “mittens” because of your fluffy white paws.

-You like sitting on his stomach or on top of the barbell when he’s working out.

-He got you your very own cat wheel so you work out with him.

-He always buys you the newest cat toys.

-You like riding on top of the Roomba when it’s vacuum day.

-You like it when he takes you to work with him because Shinra and Maki are the only ones besides Obi, that can keep up and play with you until it’s time to go home.

-You like bathing in the sunlight while he’s out on the front yard or at the beach, trying to get his tan on.

-He’s actually pretty good at skateboarding, and you like riding between his feet on the board.

-He’s trying to get you to ride with him on a surfboard, but you don’t see that happening any time soon.

-You earned the nickname “speed racer,” from the time you were running around the office and zoomed across all the desks, sending the paperwork flying all over the place.

-Both of you like it when you’re both at home sitting on the sofa and he puts on a good action movie.

-Both of you agree that the “Rush Hour” movie series, are your favorite movies to watch over and over again.

Hinawa

How you met:

-Your previous owners had turned infernals and sadly died when company seven was the ones to put them to rest.

-Hinawa rescued you from your burning home.

-You were feeling scared, lonely, and sad as Hinawa carried you out; and the way you looked up at him with your big round eyes, he couldn’t bear to give you up to the local animal shelter. 

Random Facts:

-He named you “angel” because of the disaster you miraculously survived, and because of your pure white fur.

-Hinawa lets you pick your collar for the day, between either the white or pink one, both with a small metal heart hanging from the middle.

-He was patient with letting you adjust to him and your new home.

-He actually took a week off from work to spend time with you.

-You loved the smell of the delicious food he would cook both at home and at work, and had your own designated space on the counter so you could watch.

-He would place your homemade cat-friendly food in the pretty dishes he had bought for you.

-He would always say that, “taste is half the battle, the other half is presentation.”

-You like crawling under his hats and walking around with them.

-You like crawling around his paperwork and keyboard when he looks like he could use a break.

-He sighed at first, but found it cute how you walked into the stamp pad filled with black ink, and left your paw prints all over the place.

-He likes uploading photos onto the company website, of just you, or with small random objects on your head.

-Both of you like it when you nap on his lap while he’s reading manga at home or at a manga café that allows pets.

-If they don’t, he’ll try to sneak in with you under his hat, claiming it’s a hat that happens to look like a cat is sleeping under it.

Karim

How you met:

-His neighbor’s cat had given birth, and he went there with the intention of only dropping off some blankets he no longer needed.

-He kneeled down to spread them out onto the ground, when a new born kitten with fur that looked like a caramel mocha latte, shakily crawled towards him with its eyes still closed.

-“Aww, I think she likes you.” Karim wasn’t the best with animals, completely disagreeing with the owner’s statement; when you decided to crawl onto his lap, and meowed so preciously.

-He sat like an ice sculpture not knowing what to do, when the owner scooped you up in her hands and showed Karim how to hold you.

-When you licked his face and purred as he held you, he was in kitty love. 

Random Facts:

-He took FOREVER trying to come up with your name.

-The old man that was in charge of engraving a pet’s name on their collar at the pet store, said it was confusing if Karim kept repeating the same name on the collar, and because 20 letters would no way fit.

-He finally settled on “brownie,” because of the color of your furred patches.

-He bought you a grayish-blue collar because it matched the color of his hair, and added a little sparkly star accessory to your collar.

-He asked the veterinarian almost a 100 questions because he had no idea of how to take care of a cat.

-He isn’t as nervous as a wreck as he was before with taking care of you.

-After a few years, you were just the right size to crawl from one of his shoulders to the other, and settled on sitting on his head.

-He could watch you run around his room all day.

-Both of you like it when he lets you lie down on his pillow, as you curl into the crook of his neck, and he turns on some soft music for you.

-Though he can’t feed you chocolate like your namesake, he’ll feed you frozen berries and thinks it’s cute how some of the juice from the berries got on parts of your white fur; making you look like a “berried kitty berry.”

-Captain Burns has a big soft spot for you, and likes to play with you when he should be working.

[lams-creator]

Today's Lunch

{Viktor Licht x F! Reader}

Summary: You find yourself happily cooking for him, and you realize this is the first time you have felt happy cooking.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of: Past Misogyny, Past Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Sexism

Cooking was never something you enjoyed, coming from a sexist home in where the women had to do everything around the home. You remember having to come home just to clean and cook endlessly after school. Having to make dinner for ungrateful men was the worst too, they always had complaints yet couldn't even bother to serve themselves. So as you grew into an adult cooking was never enjoyable, never satisfying, just another chore. Yet as a fool you find yourself humming while gently placing the shrimp into the oil. Making sure to not overcook them or ruin them. And when you realize this, you wonder how to feel...

He made you happy, well not just happy, he made you enjoy those things you used to despise without he himself knowing. It seems cooking has now been another thing he has taught you to enjoy. The thought of sharing something you carefully made along him made your chest feel warm. At first you had only cooked for him as you had seen him only ever buy food, either because he didn't know how to cook or was too tired from his research everyday. It started out as a simple sandwich that you had carefully placed by his side while he was entranced in his work. You were worried for your coworker since it didn't seem like he had eaten anything all day. So you had left it at his side without much thought and had left for the day from the fire station.

What you hadn't expected though was him coming to you the next day thanking you, after all that wasn't something you were used to and it had not seemed like he could tell you even placed the food next to him. Yet he did, too focused on the moment but expressing his gratitude in his own weird way...by showing you his collection of preserved animals..

It was nice though, he had cleaned his plate and thanked you. But that had been the end of it, or so you thought. You would find him again starving himself because he just couldn't keep his mind off his work. It wasn't that this was an often occurence but when it did happen you could notice the side effects on his body. You felt bad just letting him starve because after all he was the company's scientist who brought much contribution. And as his assistant in his research you felt a bit obligated to make sure that he at least wouldn't hurt himself. So you made him lunch again, then again, and until you found yourself in this routine of making him lunches everytime he went into those days he wouldn't take a break. During the course of those days though you found yourself changing up the meals as time passed. It went from the most simple cooking even the worst cooks could do to amazing meals that salarymen would find their housewives making them every day. It seemed you had even learned what he liked and disliked as well, always making sure to adjust to his likings. It wasn't like this had gone unnoticed by him though, he was a person with somewhat respect so he always tried to give back the favor. He didn't seem to know how but he had always made sure to always do a good portion of your work, bought you treats or even lunch as well, always made sure to clean after any mess you had made, and verbally thank you.

It was so strange though. Because now you find yourself smiling or laughing whenever you think about the joy on his face after he realizes there's a homemade meal next to him to enjoy after he's done with his research. He has a strange smile one can't lie, but truly whenever he showed it to you as he thanked you, you just couldn't help but feel your heart beating. You never imagined enjoying making food for yourself, especially not a man. It's not like you suddenly want to become a housewife or be praised by him as if your submissive. Not at all, just that it's now so enjoyable to share a meal with someone especially him. Maybe it wasn't so bad having to be-

"Ah! Is that today's lunch?"

Seriously has Viktor never learned to not scare someone so suddenly?

"Yeah. It is."

"Thank you Y/N! I'll come back in a bit yeah? Company 5 just shared new information upon the insects!"

You turned towards him.

Since when did he get that close to your face!?

"Your a little too close Viktor!"

"Sorry!" He backed up a little.

"Whatever, the food will be ready in a few minutes please don't let it get cold this time" You can't but sigh now that you remember how many times he eats the food cold.

"Yeah! Actually after we eat I've ought to show you something!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, but after we eat lunch!"

With that he waved and headed out before stopping at the doorway.

"Oh Y/N?"

"Mhm?" Sol you hope it's not another tangent of his.

"I can't lie I've never once asked this before but I suppose it doesn't hurt" He turned his head.

What? Is he?..

"Would you mind going out with me whenever your free?, just the two of us"

Is he genuinely smiling?

Sorry I had this in my drafts for such a long time I suppose I only just got motivation to finish this. I know it's not entirely good as I rushed it just to get it out of the way but I hope it's alright. Thank you.

[never-enough-fanfiction]

Guide

"Can you slow down a bit?!" [Y/N] cautiously walked over the massive chunk of rubble, trying not to cut her leg with a piece of broken reinforcement.

"Move it woman!" called over his shoulder Joker, not slowing down in the slightest. "We don’t have all day!" He easily jumped over another obstacle in the underground corridor, but doubted at the dull thud and muffled groan of pain. He waited a moment to make sure that Nether's mess had actually defeated her, and when he did not hear the footsteps, resigned, he threw out the rest of his cigarette and returned for his inept companion.

“You good?” He asked, leaning over the figure sitting on the stone floor, passionately massaging her tibia.

"No! I am not!” snapped woman. “I'm hungry, tired after working all day, I cannot see shit and don’t even know this part of underground. I gonna sit there until I die! " To emphasize the seriousness of her words, she curled up into a ball and leaned against the wall, stripped of all energy.

Both of them remained motionless for a moment. Just as long as it took Joker to take out another cigarette, and then a small flame lit the hallway. [Y/N] blinked at the sudden change in lighting and surprised focused her gaze on the hand outstretched towards her.

"Get up, I have stuff to do."

The woman raised an eyebrow doubtfully, but used the help while standing up.

“You really sound like bu-” she started, but was not given the opportunity to finish as Smoker ordered the end of the break and dragged her through an endless maze of corridors.

Only the road was much easier now. He confidently led her down well-known paths, dim card in his free hand providing just enough light so she could avoid smaller obstacles.

But [Y/N] paid no attention to her surroundings, to pain, hunger, and fatigue. Completely focused on her own hand still locked in man's grip. It all suddenly felt too unreal to be real: the touch of his skin, the warmth that radiated from him, and the feeling in her chest.

She lowered her head, feeling as the heat hit her cheeks and tightened the grip herself - lightly, afraid it might make him let go, silently praying that they would go like this as long as possible.

[melancholy-menagerie]

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[babyybitchhh]

Ogun x Reader 18+

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Words: 8,375

Warnings: established relationship, cunnilingus, brief mention of breeding/pregnancy implication, piv sex, creampie

A/N: I really did not think I'd finish this and yet, months later, here we are. I said I wanted to do Ogun's hair for him so that is exactly what I did. 😤 A LOT of research went into the first half of this fic, I can't even tell you how many braiding videos I watched or how many haircare blurbs I read through, so if my ignorance shows I really do apologize. I can barely do my own hair let alone someone else's and I put in a lot leg work for about 5 paragraphs of relevant information. lol Best boy deserves it though, so please enjoy!

♥♥♥♥

The quiet drone of the TV against the far wall was the only source of noise in the small apartment and neither of you were paying any attention to it. Hadn’t been for the last few hours, but that was how most wash days went. The background chatter was superfluous at best when you had all of your attention zeroed in on your boyfriend's hair and Ogun was pleasantly dozing at your feet, lost in his own little world of pampered bliss.

It did, however, serve its purpose in helping you better keep track of the time. If left to your own thoughts, you would have all too easily slipped into the same comfortable lull as him and forgotten about everything else you had to do. Like think about food, for example.

Briefly glancing up at the sound of cheesy sitcom music, you mentally check off another half hour. It was starting to get late which meant he’d probably be starving by the time you were done and that wouldn’t exactly come as a surprise given you’d been at this for the better part of the day. All that hard earned muscle mass of his certainly wasn’t going to maintain itself.

And, now that you were thinking about it, you were starting to notice the creeping pang of hunger in the back of your mind, buzzing faintly like an incessant afterthought.

Drawing a breath, you start to ask if he’s in the mood for anything in particular but Ogun manages to beat you to it.

“What should we do for dinner?”

You smile to yourself, fingers deftly moving through his hair with practiced ease -- under, scoop, under, repeat -- while you give that question some thought. Surely there was something you could whip up with what you had on hand in the kitchen. The real question, however, was what.

Doing a quick mental checklist of your cupboards, you rapidly narrow down your options. A fast and easy pasta dish was out of the question without the sauce or any ingredients to make it with. No meat for hamburgers. There was still some salad mix in the fridge but he needed something far more substantial than that. Damn. You should probably go shopping soon.

“Hmm,” Gently tilting Ogun’s head forward, you pick back up on the half finished braid you were working on. He was almost done, with only two rows left to go. The argan oil and shea products you’d put in his hair left your fingertips feeling buttery smooth and soft, their lingering smell as warm as it was soothing. It permeated the air in the living room, enclosing you both in your own little bubble for two and making for an altogether pleasantly relaxing Sunday afternoon.

“Let’s see …” You murmur at length. “I could probably make a stir fry with some vegetables and shrimp. How’s that sound?”

“As much as I love your cooking,” He shifts on the floor and glances over his shoulder, forcing you to pause what your fingers are doing. “I was thinking we could order in tonight. My treat.”

Your smile grows even when you try to ignore the unmistakable flutter in your chest. “Oh? And what’s the occasion?”

“There isn’t one.” His mouth curls up, mirroring yours. “But if you need an excuse, consider it thanks for doing my hair.”

“That’s sweet of you, but I’m not finished yet.” Placing a hand atop his head, you pointedly turn him around straight again and Ogun laughs, very softly, when you release him so you can get back to work.

You enjoyed getting to do this for him and the fact you liked playing with his hair was no secret either. It was wild and thick, very close to being untamable, but it was also incredibly healthy -- something you would have all too happily taken credit for if it hadn’t been in the same enviable condition as when you’d first met him. That he trusted you enough to let you do this was, perhaps, more intimate than anything else you’d ever done together, and with a few more twists you put the finishing touches on the braid.

Letting it hang next to the others, you direct him to lean back so that you can easily reach the front of his hairline again. He acquiesces without a fuss and sinks into the couch, letting the back of his head settle comfortably in your lap. Ogun’s shoulders brush your knees when you hunch closer with a pink rat tail comb in hand and you’re acutely aware of him watching you as you begin sectioning out the next row. You start to smile again, even though you try not to.

“What?”

“I’m still waiting on an answer.”

You shoot him a quick look.

Golden eyes gleam back at you, reflecting endearment and humor alike, and you quickly focus in on his blown out, fluffy hair again before he can successfully distract you. “I don’t know. You pick.”

“Nope.” He hums goodnaturedly. “That’s not how this works. You can’t just push it back on me when I asked you for a reason. Tell me what you want.”

“I really don’t know - hey!” You squawk when he gives the back of your calf a sharp pinch in retaliation for being so uncooperative and you squirm, giggling. “Don’t do that! I’m honestly not sure what I’m in the mood for.”

“Then think about it.”

“I am.” You intone, gently pushing Ogun’s head forward just enough to get at the crown of his head. Relative silence claims the room once more while you consider an almost endless list of potential choices and finish up the second to last braid. Thankfully without any more pinching attacks on his end. He was going to look so nice when you were done.

“What about a pizza?” You suggest at last.

“I’m game.” He murmurs, slouching to the side so he can rest his temple against the plush cushion of your leg. It gives you the perfect angle to attack the final strip from and you get to work weaving coarse strands into his preferred fashion, your fingers moving quickly but efficiently. You’d practiced tirelessly just to ensure he wouldn’t have to go to someone else for this without skimping on the finished product's quality and it certainly showed.

A few moments later, the task is complete.

Grabbing an elastic band, you gather Ogun’s styled hair into a neat little ponytail and tie it off at the back of his head. You finish up by running your fingertips across one shaved side of his scalp, affectionately feeling out the new growth before deciding he can go another week or two until you have to bring out the clippers again.

“Alright. You’re all done.”

Lifting a hand to feel over his hair, he twists around and peers up at you with an expectant grin. “How do I look?”

“Like the most handsome man in the world.”

Ogun positively beams. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Leaning close, you press a brief kiss to his smiling mouth. “What sort of pizza do you --”

He cuts you off when he suddenly pushes up on his knees and catches your lips again.

Your eyes go big when broad hands find the meat of your thighs and gently squeeze them while he kisses you much more impassionedly than you’d kissed him. A sound of surprise rises in the back of your throat but he quickly swallows it, making your heart race.

Heaving a quiet sigh through your nose, you lean into the gesture and meet him halfway, eagerly kissing him back.

Grinning knowingly, Ogun tilts his head and slots his mouth more securely over yours to deepen the exchange. You find yourself slowly melting against him and you bring your hands up to grab onto his shoulders. God, he was unfairly good at this. Not that you were complaining, but a polite segue from one topic to the next would have been appreciated. You’d been thinking about dinner, what sort of toppings you wanted on your pizza, and now you were thinking about …

You groan, very softly, when his palms drag up along your sides, bunching the cotton of your t-shirt in the process. It allows for the briefest skin on skin contact and an eruption of goosebumps spreads across your body, as anticipatory as they were impatient.

Lips parting, you grant him access and Ogun jumps at the chance, eagerly sweeping his tongue into your mouth to lav yours with warm, wet attention. The smooth, flickering strokes he graces your palette with inspires a flood of molten heat in your gut that leaves you wanting more. Always more. It was never enough where he was concerned - and you slide one of your hands higher still to tenderly cradle the curve of his skull.

Much to your whining disappointment, however, he pulls back a moment later to give you some space and you whimper at the loss.

“Ogun …”

“Shh. I’m right here, baby.” He whispers, leaning back in to press a quick peck to your lips before doing the same to the corner of your mouth.

It’s not enough to pacify you though and you loop both arms around his neck, trying to pull him back in again. He obliges with an affectionate nuzzle, pressing close to settle against your lap and pin you to the back of the couch under his sturdy weight.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?”

You pull your mouth in an imploring pout. “I’d like for you to finish what you started.”

He laughs, sweet and boyish as he pulls back to fix you with a big grin. “Oh? And have I ever left you wanting?”

“No, but I’d hate for you to start now.” You sound a little whiny. Needy.

Another quiet laugh and Ogun comes in to kiss you again, much more sedately this time. His soft lips mold seamlessly to yours, working against your mouth at just the right speed, with the right amount of pressure to steal the air from your lungs.

You let loose a soft moan as you arch underneath him and push your chests together, basking in the fleeting contact despite how unsatisfying it is. What you really want is to have his body working over yours without the impediment of bothersome clothes in the way. To feel the chorded steel muscle he’d worked so hard to build flexing and driving into you.

A shudder ripples through you when the thrumming desire that wells inside slithers out from between your legs to ignite the rest of your body in heated flame. An all powerful compulsion which you wouldn’t have fought even if you could.

His mouth still working in tandem with yours, Ogun gives your waist a possessive squeeze and it sends a fresh wave of sharp arousal racing down your spine. You whimper, pushing up into him a little harder, more fervently, as you clutch at his shoulders. The need to have him laid out on top of you has taken over your higher functioning mind, all thoughts of pizza long gone out the window as the velvety push and pull of his mouth draws you further under his spell.

Willingly, you surrender to the exigent summons and curl your legs up around his narrow hips to tug him even closer, urging him into action.

A hot puff of air fans across your face when he abruptly disengages from the kiss, moving to press his lips against the apple of your cheek, your jaw. There’s a noticeable haste in his actions now and you turn your head to give him better access, exposing the vulnerable line of your throat to his seeking mouth.

Ogun wastes no time and immediately swoops in, pecking his way down the column of your neck with an occasional love bite here or there for good measure. Each one seemed to make your toes curl that much tighter to the point where you could hardly stand it anymore.

“You play dirty …” You mumble, lightly running your nails across his nape.

“Mm, how so?” He sounds distracted and preoccupied, too busy mouthing at your pulse to pay it any mind.

“You told me to decide on dinner …” You trail off when he latches onto the juncture of your neck and shoulder, immediately succumbing to the tantalizing suction Ogun applies with his lips. You let out a soft, faltering groan, brows furrowing in pleasure when it makes the simmering heat in your gut double and then triple as teeth sink into delicate skin.

Shuddering, you deliberately wrack your brain in an attempt to finish your train of thought but that proves much more of a struggle than you’d been prepared for.

“But … nngh, but now all I want is you …”

He comes up at your somewhat dreamy admittance, a mischievous look camping out on his face even as big hands push at the hem of your shirt. “Oh yeah? Anything you want in particular, sweetheart?”

Lifting your gaze, you peer up at Ogun from just a scant few inches away. The shallow rise and fall of your chest has no doubt clued him in that he’s got you all worked up now but you aren’t exactly trying to hide it. He already knew just how weak you were for him, knew precisely how well your body always responded to his advances, so there really wasn’t any point in pretending otherwise.

You were powerless against his undeniable charm and he seemed to get just as much enjoyment out of that as you did. And looking at him now you think, not for the first time, that you just might be the luckiest girl in the world.

“Let’s start with that talented mouth.” You murmur, reaching out to take his smooth jaw in hand and pull him, grinning, into another kiss.

Noising quietly against your mouth, he leans further into you until it feels like you’re being pleasantly crushed under the hard, muscular weight of his frame. It only serves to get you even more riled up, now well and truly desperate to feel his bare skin flush against yours as you roll your hips forward and drag your clenching pussy across the front of his pants.

Lips parting on a heady groan, he returns the favor by slowly thrusting his pelvis forward so you can feel the stiff outline of his cock caressing your clothed slit. You keen at the sensation and cant your hips into the pressure, the two of you gradually picking up a steady, unhurried rhythm together that damn near drives you wild.

Hands staying busy while he sedately humps you, Ogun patiently works your shirt up higher and higher until it’s bunched under your armpits. Reaching around for the clasp of your bra, he gives it one good tug and the satiny soft material loosens around your shoulders with a near silent slither. Bringing his hands to the front again, he shoves the cups up out of the way before letting them descend on soft, pliant breasts that seem to fit just right in the curve of his worn palms. Giving them both a gentle squeeze, he kneads your chest until you groan and tip your head back, breaking apart from the kiss in favor of sighing up at the ceiling.

He takes that opportunity to dip his face close and press an open mouthed kiss to the center of your sternum while he carefully squeezes your tits in a pinching grip. It makes you shudder, wishing you could clench your thighs and ease the growing ache there, but that’s impossible when he’s slotted between them like this. You have no choice but to endure the thrumming tension and you squirm underneath him, needily bucking up to meet the next thrust of his hips with a frustrated little groan.

“Ogun,” You gasp, letting your fingers scrabble to grab hold of his black t-shirt and tug on it. “I need you. Now.”

Bringing his head up, Ogun allows himself a moment to drink in the wanton expression on your face while he cups his hands around your breasts almost reverently. “How do you need me, baby?” He mumbles, letting his thumbs brush over your stiff nipples in a feather light caress. “What do you need?”

“Your mouth …” You whine, practically choking on it.

“Where do you need my mouth, huh? Tell me.”

“On my pussy.” It’s more a plea than a statement and you shake for him even as the words leave your mouth.

Ogun shifts against you and bends down, mouth opening wide over the pebbled peak of your breast. You watch on, mesmerized, when the pink of his tongue darts out to lap at the fleshy bud before sealing his lips around it and suckling. Your eyes slip shut as you arch, pushing your chest up to meet him while your fingers cling to the cotton of his shirt. Ogun doesn’t linger long though and he soon comes up off the first with a dull pop before catching your other nipple between his lips.

Briefly worrying it, he slides his hand forward to tweak the spit lathered bud between thumb and forefinger, making you outright seethe. You give up on getting his top off with an impatient little huff and bring your hands down to grasp at his arms instead. The firm, wiry muscle under his skin offers little give no matter how hard you squeeze or dig your nails in, and he remains ever unperturbed, casually sucking the tip of your breast to stiff, throbbing attention.

“Please, Ogun …”

With a faint hum, he comes up off your chest and presses a quick peck to the puckered nipple. “I know, baby. I know.” Moving back to the first nipple, he kisses that one too. “Just be patient, alright? You know you don’t have to beg me to go down on you …”

You groan at the velvety suggestion and tuck your chin down to pin him with an imploring look. Ogun offers you a lopsided grin in return, pinching both your nipples between his fingers and carefully tweaking the sensitive flesh until you outright gasp. You feel like you’re running on autopilot now as you reach up to sandwich his face between your palms and pull him into yet another kiss, lips crashing together with an intensity that makes your pussy flutter.

His mouth parts against yours, opening wide as if to swallow you whole, and all the while he keeps plucking at your tits until they’re aching almost as much as your neglected cunt. You couldn’t take it anymore ...

Tightening your legs around Ogun’s waist, you dig your heels into the small of his back and draw him right up against you so you can feel the hard weight of his cock digging into the spot where you need him most. A frazzled, high strung wail claws its way up the back of your throat as you jut your pelvis up and rub yourself against that thick, pulsing heat in search of some relief but very little is forthcoming like this.

He pulls back at the sudden friction thoufg and issues a faltering groan that seems to echo off the walls for as quiet as it is. “Shit … you really want it that bad, baby?”

“It’s your fault …”

“I know, I know.” Bending close, Ogun presses a hard peck to the center of your chest. “And I’ll take responsibility for that, don’t you worry.”

Lower he trails, slowly kissing his way down your fluttering stomach as his hands come around to unbutton your shorts. The zipper quickly follows suit and then he’s tugging them down your thighs while you eagerly twist to help get you undressed just that much quicker.

Thoughtlessly tossing them aside, Ogun reaches for your panties next but he’s much more subdued in removing these. One torturous fraction at a time, he carefully pries the thin cotton away until they’re low enough to expose your puffy slit to the air. He lets out an appreciative noise of approval when he sees the sticky mess you’ve made along the seam and your heart pounds in your ears as you draw your legs up so he can slip the dainty cotton the rest of the way off.

He discards them somewhere on the floor, probably right alongside your shorts, before palming your bent knees. Gently, Ogun eases them apart so he can peer down at your sticky cunt with an unconcealed expression of hunger.

“Look at you, baby. Just look at this pretty pussy, already so wet for me.”

Smoothing big hands up along your bare thighs, he bends close and presses his mouth to the apex of your mound in a surprisingly chaste but hungry kiss. Digging your fingers into the couch cushions, you enticingly wiggle your hips at him and gold eyes flash at you from between your legs, amusement and something much more dark shining within them.

You feel his lips eagerly curl against you then, and he shuffles closer to the couch so that he’s hunched directly over your prone body. Hooking long fingers under one of your legs, he hauls it up and over his shoulder before repeating the process on the other side. Grabbing big, grasping handfuls of your hips, he uses his hold on you to drag your lower body just to the edge of the seat, making you squeak at suddenly finding yourself completely vulnerable and laid bare. Your pussy clenches tight in anticipation though and you tremble, drawing a steadying breath when he pecks at the soft swell of your inner thigh, warm breath puffing against your skin.

There was no denying that he had you completely at his mercy like this and you would have been lying through your teeth if you said that didn’t excite you.

“Comfortable?”

At your nod, Ogun leans forward just enough to bend your legs towards your chest and fold you against the top of the couch. He settles on his knees and dips his head down, mouth parting so his tongue can take a quick swipe from the bottom of your gushing cunt up to the top. The sight of it has you groaning for him, your vision swimming as you force yourself to keep watching.

That proves exceedingly difficult when he presses in close, making the meat of your pussy lips squish and mold against his face. Slowly kissing at you to work them open with his mouth, he flicks his attention up to regard your face and you practically vibrate on the cushions. Another swipe of his tongue hits its mark, wetly knocking your clit, and you let loose a seething mewl.

“O - ohh! Yeah …”

Ogun’s fingers dig into your twitching hips to keep them spread while he takes his time slowly swirling around that sensitive pleasure button. He starts at a wide breadth and then gradually works his tongue in tighter and tighter circles until he’s finally grinding it into oblivion. The soft, gooey friction of his mouth is enough to have you wheezing in pleasure as sweat beads, unnoticed, along your lower back and you arch, making your tits jiggle with the motion.

“Right there … don’t stop!”

Issuing a low sound of agreement, Ogun opens his jaw wider and drags his tongue straight up through your slick, juicy folds. You can feel every little thing - every nerve ending and every meaty bit of flesh that tries to cling to the textured muscle and your legs jerk at the sensation.

Tossing your head back against the couch, you blindly reach down to grasp his knuckles in a death grip. “Ah, haah … feels good ...”

In lieu of a proper response, he tilts his head and attacks your thrumming clit from a different angle. He’s relentless, mercilessly battering that delicate little pearl back and forth with such fervor that it leaves you quaking under his attention, struggling just to breathe. You’re not sure how much more of this you can stand, the threat of tipping over the edge before you can even fully enjoy it looking like a very real possibility now, but then Ogun seals his mouth around the fleshy nub and sucks.

Hard.

“Oh!” You choke on a haggard, stuttering gasp of pleasure, lurching underneath him.

Confidently humming, he comes up off you with a dull pop and a sticky breath of air. “Looks like you’re already getting close.” Ogun murmurs, sounding really quite smug about that.

Never one to leave you hanging though, he crowds one of his hands between your legs and presses blunt fingers into your slit. Finding your throbbing clit again, Ogun starts to rub it in fast strokes made smooth by the viscous mix of saliva and arousal that absolutely coats your pussy and this time you practically shriek.

“Yes! Yes, I’m getting close! … nngghh … please, please, pleeease! Ogun, please!”

But he refuses to let up on your poor little cunt just yet. “Please what, baby?”

You twist, thighs flexing and going ramrod stiff around his head. Your vision was starting to blur around the edges, reflexive tears pricking at your eyes. It’s hard just to think straight let alone form a semi coherent sentence when he’s relentlessly rubbing your clit with roughly calloused fingertips like that, the friction almost too much to bear and quickly riding the line of overstimulation. You couldn’t handle much more of it.

“Pl - please put your dick in me! Please! I wanna’ come on your cock, Ogun! I’m buh - aaah - ah! - begging!”

A low, rumbling groan rises up in his chest but, still, he doesn’t stop. “I thought you wanted to come on my mouth?”

“I - I changed my mind!”

He grunts, deep and primal in his acknowledgement, and the sound races straight to your throbbing cunt.

You respond with a broken groan, only to nearly come right up off the couch when he withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his mouth. Supple lips part and work you open again so he can worm his tongue into the crease of your body. He delivers a series of taunting flicks to the straining bud hidden within, making you sensitively twitch, before dragging the flat of his tongue across it in broad, sweeping strokes. You could feel yourself tipping ever closer to the edge and, with a wheezing gasp, you reach down with both hands to cradle either side of his head.

You’re not sure if you want to push him away or draw him closer - as if that were even possible at this point.

“Oh - Ogun, wha - wait! Nngh … if you keep going - -“

Smacking his lips, he comes up just enough for you to hear him say “You’ll cum? Good.” Before diving back in.

The way he immediately opens his mouth wide and plunges his tongue into the satiny soft folds and creases of your cunt, teasing at your entrance, has you jolting as if you’ve been electrocuted. Gritting your teeth, you clutch him all the tighter while the building pressure inside you steadily inches towards blissful discomfort. Your heaving body was truly hanging in the balance now, entirely at his mercy (of which there seemed to be none) and your legs uselessly flex in the air when you squeeze them around his head. You could almost taste it in the back of your throat.

“Fuck! Right there …” you whine as you rock your pelvis against his mouth, the motion stiff and halting. “Right there, baby … I’m s - so - ooooh - close!”

Ogun grunts in approval and drags his tongue up to the top of your slit again, burying his face somehow even deeper into the cushiony give of your pussy. He glances at you, very briefly, from under the fall of dark lashes and the heady, masculine glint in those burnt gold irises sends a powerful shudder rippling down your spine. Your mouth drops open as if to scream but nothing comes out. For a worryingly long moment, it feels like you forgot how to breathe.

All you can do is watch on in thrumming suspense when he drops his gaze and gives his head a shake to jostle all the nerve endings in your cunt. The braids you’d worked on all day give a little bounce in their ponytail before settling again, and your eyes start to roll back when he flattens his tongue to your clit so he can grind down on it again. Static shoots through your system as you arch against him, so fitfully your back starts to ache in protest, but it was much too late. Nothing could stop it now, not even if you wanted to.

You suck in a haggard breath and the coil snaps, just like that. With an almost violent jerk, you devolve into a fit of convulsions that has you wailing up at the ceiling in total disregard for the upstairs neighbors. They probably heard you every time you and your boyfriend had sex but it’s not as if you could very well help it. Ogun was a talented individual by nature and that certainly transferred over into bedroom activities too.

Helpless, all you can do is cling to him through the full bodied tremors that shake you straight down to your core while he leisurely laps at your throbbing clit to ease you through it. He always seemed intent on milking your orgasms for all they were worth, and that certainly didn’t help your case with your neighbors either. It always felt like something of an out of body experience when he was the one going down on you and you couldn’t exactly say you disliked him for that.

The exact opposite, actually.

“Oh, god …”

With a stuttering groan, you slowly go limp as you come down from your high one piece of you at a time. It was hard to tell which jagged edges fit where, but you’re still acutely aware of the mess he’s made of your cunt when Ogun finally straightens and you feel a rush of fresh air hit your drenched slit. You shiver at the sensation and crack your eyes open to peer down at him, whimpering.

“You didn’t listen …”

Snorting a quiet laugh, he shifts against you and brings a hand up to swipe the glistening moisture from his mouth. “I only did what you initially asked for, sweetheart. That doesn’t mean I can’t give you the second request, too.”

Your lips curl in a warbling smile at that, and he grins right back.

Letting your head loll against the couch cushions, you contentedly watch as he brings your legs down off his shoulders so he can move to stand. Leaving you spread out and feeling like silly putty, he yanks his shirt over his head with one quick, fluid motion that makes his abdominals tantalizingly ripple before reaching for his pants next. He makes quick work of the button and then the fly, anticipation evident in his body language when he shoves them along with his underwear down to his feet.

Ogun’s thick cock bounces eagerly when he steps out of his discarded clothes, and the sight alone is enough to make your pussy clench tight. You still felt sensitive and over wrought, so fresh off the tail end of your orgasm, but that doesn’t stop you from moaning faintly at the sight of him.

You’d never known a more attractive man in all your life.

“Ogun …” You murmur, eyes slipping shut when your desire flares back at full force dizzyingly fast.

Your eyes immediately pop back open, however, when he slides his arms under your knees and leans forward to brace against the couch, folding you up like a pretzel. Your toes flex as you squirm underneath him, glancing down at your defenless little cunt with an excited squeak. Puffy lips can’t help but spread in this position and you easily catch sight of your swollen clit straining towards him in obvious need, not yet satisfied.

Hovering just a scant breath away, his straining cock - all silky smooth and heavy - twitches in anticipation, eager to sink into you. It doesn’t look like it's going to fit. It never does but, somehow or another, he always manages to squeeze every girthy inch of himself inside you and the thought alone has you throbbing in sharp, sporadic pulses.

It was almost embarrassing how fast you were bouncing back from the first round, but you can’t quite complain when you watch his hanging ballsack sway with the motion of getting himself situated and your pussy responds in kind with an intense pulse. He had the body of a breeder and you were sure he would’ve already had you heavy and round by now if only you weren’t on birth control. Maybe someday, though …

“Ogun …” You were starting to feel well and truly delirious now, and you reach up to dig your nails into his forearms for leverage to ground yourself with.

He doesn’t seem to mind it though, and he merely issues a soft grunt of acknowledgement as he rocks forward a bit to angle your defenseless pussy up at him more. You can feel yourself squeeze down and you groan, dazedly watching your own thighs flex in their bent up position but there was simply no way out of his hold now. The thought alone is enough to have you breathing out a stuttering puff of air, which you promptly choke on when he starts to lower his pelvis towards yours.

“Yes, yes, yes, please give it to me, I need it, I need it, please --”

You’re whining. You realize that on some level, but you’re much too consumed by this desperate hunger to have him rearranging your guts to care about that right now. It wouldn’t take Ogun long at all to have you creaming around him at this rate.

Unperturbed, he casually adjusts his position over top of you before swooping down to catch your babbling mouth in another heated kiss to silence you. The passionate force behind the gesture pushes your head back against the cushions and you relent, groaning into his lips as your hands fly up to offer his sides an encouraging squeeze.

Luxuriating under the strength of his body, you drag your palms up across his chest and higher still to grasp his shoulders. With a weak, halfhearted jut of your pelvis, you make a sad little attempt at angling your hips up enough to feel his leaking cockhead against your sticky cunt but it’s no use. He has you thoroughly pinned and at his mercy like this. His for the taking whenever he saw fit to skewer you on his sizable length and not a moment sooner.

It was too much.

You suddenly break from the kiss in favor of keening in soft desperation. He pulls back, stopping just long enough to regard you with that infuriatingly attractive, heavy lidded look before pointedly glancing between your bodies.

Slowly, you follow his lead only to swallow hard when his thighs flex forward and the underside of his cock skirts along your parted pussy lips. The crude way it bumps against your clit has you jolting at the sensation and clutching him all the more fervently. Your whole body positively shakes as Ogun shuffles his feet a little further apart and tries again, the bulbous glans slipping and sliding through petal soft folds once, twice - until it abruptly finds its mark on the third stroke.

Catching at your entrance, he pauses for a moment and then slowly starts to sink in. Your breath hitches, mouth opening on a silent scream as you watch the ruddy pink head slowly disappear into your body. The stretch is immediately felt, and it’s more than enough to make your greedy pussy flutter around the intrusion even as it gushes more sticky slick to ease the way.

But the more of him that slides into the gummy sleeve of your insides, the less good it does. He’s just too big - wider than he is long, yet still large enough to push your heaving body right to its limits. You hold your breath, head spinning, when he pushes further in and forces your squeezing passage to make room for him. More and more, until he’s about half of the way inside where he finally pauses to let you adjust.

You twitch, weakly writhing like a small animal caught in the merciless maw a steel trap. You were utterly powerless underneath him.

“Oh - Ogun! Fuck … fuck me - dear Sol, please just fuck me!”

He draws a slow, calming breath. “You’re still so tight, baby … I don’t want to hurt you.”

Whimpering, you reach between your legs and wrap trembling fingers around the base of him. Ogun moans after a few awkward pumps of your hand and tilts his face up at the ceiling, basking in the sensation of you jerking him while he’s half wedged inside your body.

It must feel good because it takes him a prolonged moment to get his bearings again and when he does, he carefully eases himself back just enough to give a tiny thrust forward. You can feel the moment he slips in a little deeper than before and you guide him into it, one sedate thrust at a time. When you stroke up, he pulls back and when you stroke down, he pushes into you. It’s a maddeningly cohesive rhythm that has you panting like a bitch in heat long before he finally slides home and you outright choke when the fronts of his thighs settle against the backs of yours a small eternity later.

“Shit,” He hisses, brows knitting as he peers down to admire the sight of his pelvis flush against yours. “That’s a tight fit … how’re you doing, sweetheart? It’s not too much, is it?”

You give your head a numb shake and roll your eyes up at him, teasing your fingertips through the mess of curls at the base of his groin while you do it. Words couldn’t even come close to describing how stuffed full you felt, but you loved it.

“N - no … it’s perfect … feels - ngh - good …”

Smiling, Ogun dips his face close to press his mouth to your forehead in a chastely sweet kiss. He stays like that as he carefully angles back until just the tip remains and then, so slowly you can feel it in your bones, he pushes back in. The drag is exquisite and it feels like you’re practically suffocating on the intense pleasure of every solid inch, each throbbing vein. You could feel it all.

A wordless cry of pleasure bursts out of you when he slides back out and in again at that same staggered pace. He’s so big you can feel the pressure on your cervix and when he wiggles his hips, grinding into you, oh god, it feels like he’s pushing the glans right on that raised ring of puckered flesh. Your mouth drops open but nothing comes out. It was hard just to keep your eyes focused anymore.

Haltingly, he starts up a gradual but steady pace as your body adjusts around the intrusion and makes room for him, your pulpy walls clinging to the length of him on each drawn out stroke. It comes as a great relief, particularly when the building pressure swells into high strung arousal and replaces the initial discomfort of being stretched right to the breaking point.

In a matter of moments, the sticky wet clicking that noises each time your pussy sucks him in deep on the downward thrust comes to dominate the living room. The sound of it only seems highlighted by your sensitive bleating and the husky groans slipping out of him, the drone of the tv so much an afterthought now that you forgot it was even on. Even when he picks up enough speed to drive the fronts of his thighs against your upturned ass, creating a sharp, fleshy slap, it’s nothing compared to the hungry slurping of your cunt.

You probably would’ve been embarrassed by the whole thing if only it didn’t feel like he was spearing you straight down the middle. It made your eyes cross, mouth hanging open in doped out bliss while you cling and clutch at him for dear life. There wasn’t a single inch of you that he didn’t touch like this and it lit up every nerve ending along the way like a goddamn firework.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think he was going to break you in half.

“Such a pretty baby. Look how well you’re taking my cock ....”

You gasp. “Hnng, s’so big …!”

“And you’re taking all of it,” he murmurs, just this side of breathless. “Like a champ. Do you have any idea how good you look right now? Huh?”

You warble out an incomprehensible response, far too overwhelmed and riveted by the way Ogun’s cock glistens obscenely every time it makes another appearance between your thighs. Your fingers dig into his forearms, leaving crescent shaped marks in his skin and try not to scream in ecstasy while he carves out a space within you.

You loved watching him fuck you like this for a multitude of reasons, the most pressing at the moment being that it drove you absolutely wild.

“If you keep squeezing me like that … ngh, I won’t last much longer.” He warns, his tone far too strained to hold even a hint of real reprimand.

“I want it,” you blubber wetly. “I want it, Ogun, please …”

“You want me to cum in you?”

A jerky nod accompanied by a mewling whimper.

He lets out a shaky breath as the speed of his thrusts quicken and you jerk underneath him, bleating like something wounded. The muscles in his arms flex and twitch around you when he smoothly adjusts the positioning of his hands, hunching further over you without so much as missing a beat.

“God, you drive me crazy …”

You’d like to tell him the feeling is mutual but you don’t get the chance. A particularly sharp snap of his hips knocks something loose inside you and you uncontrollably shake, legs kicking up uselessly at the air with a wordless noise of soaring pleasure. Cumming again doesn’t seem like such a far off possibility and a frazzled whine claws at the back of your throat when he presses his sweat slick forehead against yours, prompting you to glance up.

Ogun’s eyes were always beautiful to look at but especially so when you were staring into them from just a hair's breadth away and they were clouded dark with primal need as well something much more weighty.

“Tell me you want it, sweetheart. Tell me.”

“I - ngh - aaaahh, I want your cum, Ogun! I need you to fill me uh - up, please, I want it so baaad!”

A shudder races through him and he groans, eyes slipping shut for a brief moment as if to get his bearings before cracking open again. Keeping his forehead against yours, he tilts his head down to look between the two of you and, once again, you follow suit.

The sinfully rich color of his cock, just a shade or two darker than the rest of him, looks all the more tantalizing coated in your slick. You’ve all but drenched him at this point, the tight curls that frame his length visibly damp and matted together now. You suck in a frazzled breath at the sight, your head spinning alarmingly fast when the building pressure in your gut becomes almost too much to withstand. How was it that one single man could make you feel so primal with need but tenderly cared for at the same time?

“I - -“ You all but choke on it, wheezing at the next stroke. “I’m gonna’ - ahh, cum again … don’t stop!”

“I’m about to cum too, sweetheart.” With a soft groan, he lifts his attention to pin you with a heady look of challenge. “Think we can cum together?”

You frantically nod. “Uh huh!”

The corner of Ogun’s mouth twitches at that, settling into a lazy smirk as he shifts back and slows the motion of his hips. You can’t help groaning in disappointment but you realize what he’s doing quickly enough when he lets up his hold on your legs so he can lower himself down to lay out on top of you. Working his arms under your overheated back, he practically crushes you to the front of him and you bring your own up to wrap them around his neck.

This new position increases the pressure in your guts by a noticeable margin and the air rushes out of you with a stuttering sigh when he crawls up onto the edge of the couch to pin your thighs under his weight. Your legs are just as useless as before, twitching impotently in the air when he eases his hips back as far as he can. He doesn’t make it far, just enough to feel the drag and the subsequent plunge, but it makes you cry out all the same.

Face shoved into your hair, Ogun lets loose a series of heavy grunts when he picks up his earlier pace and the same sticky clicking rises in the air again. It’s much less deafening this time, softer by virtue of his shorter strokes, and you gratefully clutch him against you, glad to hold onto him.

“You feel so good …” he groans, making you shudder at the puff of hot air against your neck.

You can’t quite find your voice though, and you respond with a faltering moan that has him twitching inside you. The thick bands of musculature across his shoulders dance under your fingers each time he moves, emphasizing the raw strength in his lithe body. And yet he was still being careful with you, the plunge of his cock as carefully measured as before so as not to slam against your cervix but still tease it.

It wasn’t even that he was unreasonably large but, rather, he just so happened to fit you like a glove and that was perhaps the most arousing part of all.

“Ogun,” you finally manage to whimper. “Mm’ gonna’ cum …”

“Me too …”

The quietly stricken groan that comes out of him next makes your toes curl. You clench around him in a palpitating flutter, so close to the edge it brought the sting of tears to your eyes. His hips stutter at the squeeze and he trembles against you, struggling to keep up the subdued thrusting he’d settled into.

It quickly proves futile when his body tenses up with a low, faltering moan that rattles so deep you feel it in your cunt. The air catches in your throat and you squeeze him with your arms across his back and your legs around his narrow waist, clutching him to you as he lurches. Blunt fingers dig into your skin and he gives a little jerk, issuing a sucker punched wheeze seconds before you feel the rush of hot seed flooding your cunt.

You tremble wildly, nails clawing into his back when the sensation of Ogun shooting thick ropes against your gummy walls makes your muscles clamp around him hard enough to send you over the edge. Writhing in bliss, you stutter out a groan that he matches with one of his own while the two of you quake through your orgasms as one.

It was transcendental in a way you never would have thought possible.

Dropping his face to the couch cushions when you finally start to grow still underneath him some moments later, he issues a rumbling sound of satisfaction. The ragged quality of your panting quickly rushes in to replace the sticky wet squelching of your cunt, and you go boneless while you try to catch your breath. That was a lot easier said than done though and he, predictably, recovers much quicker than you.

“I’m surprised we really managed to pull that off.” He hums in contentment and turns his face to kiss at your ear, teasingly soft. “That’s a first.”

“And hopefully not the last.” You wheeze, making him chuckle.

“You liked it then, I take it?”

Dislodging your cramping fingers from his back with a certain amount of effort, you bring your hand up to push the hair from your face. “It was amazing … intense. I didn’t think we could do it either.”

Ogun lifts his head to press his mouth to your check, your nose, the spot between your eyes, all with a big smile on his face. “I’m glad we did. I promise I’ll try my best to make it happen again but no promises, okay?”

You can’t quite stop from giggling. “Don’t worry. I have faith in you.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Pausing long enough to give your ribs an affectionate pinch, he carefully pushes up from the couch and leans back. His softened cock slips out of you in the process, and you internally wince at the dribble of hot cum that oozes from you without him there to stopper it.

You draw your legs up to keep the mess to a minimum when he stands, gleaming eyes taking in the sight of you curled up on your couch with his semen leaking down the crease of your pussy for a prolonged beat. And then, he grins.

“Wanna’ get cleaned up and I’ll order that pizza?”

“How am I supposed to think about food after all that?” You pout at him.

Sending a sly look down at the spot between your thighs, Ogun starts to turn towards the bathroom. “I’ll get you a rag. I’m sure you’ll realize just how hungry you are once the adrenaline wears off. Besides, you should probably refuel before I try to give you an encore.”

Smiling at that, you appreciatively glance down at his tight ass before he disappears through the doorway. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind he’d be able to pull it off.

[beyonettta]

i know for a fact that if obi was there with hinawa and maki's misogynistic ass brother, he would of SNAPPED and put that misogynist in his place !!

[serowotonin]

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐇𝐂𝐬 + `𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞`

REQUEST: “Could you do domestic HCS for beni👉👈... Ooo could you also do domestic hinawa” — @hibari18fan

A/N: ajdjjd it’s my first time writing for these bois soo.. idk if it’s ooc or anything? anywayss hope u like it either way（＾ω＾）

PAIRING(s): benimaru shinmon x gn!reader ;; takehisa hinawa x gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 648

GENRE: fluff

★彡

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐨𝐧.

domestic life with beni is… pretty much lazing around most of the time tbh

if he comes home from work and has nothing to do and you dont have anything to do either,, the two of you would just lay around the couch not rlly doing anything

then you’d probably just heat up yesterday’s dinner and have a nice quiet night in

despite being lazy most of the time, benimaru actually helps out a lot

he’ll help clean dishes, do laundry, get groceries, etc.

he’s also a rlly neat roommate and prefers to keep things organized

like he’s not a total neatfreak but he’s just,,, not messy (?)

anyway,, another extra benefit of living with beni is wearing his clothes

on weekends and days you stay home, youd just take one of his shirts/uniforms and wear it around the house

theyre actually rlly rlly comfortable 

plus they smell like him

he loves it whenever he sees you in them,, thinks ur the hottest thing ever

on those days, he’d be extra affectionate and overall just very ~moe~

most of the time he isn’t too clingy tho

he understands you need ur personal space and so does he

but ofc he’ll still give you at least a kiss good morning and a kiss goodnight every day

some days tho,, he’d be especially clingy and will want to just stay home and cuddle all day

you’d want to too

and sometimes you guys do

but you always try to remind him that hes got work and people to save

youd promise him cuddles and maybe more when he gets home tho;)

IN CONCLUSION: beni and you share a peaceful and generally quiet, enjoyable life where you two mainly just relax in each other’s presences

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚.

domestic life with hinawa is… generally rlly cute and wholesome

living with hinawa basically implies that you’ve become another parent of the beloved company 8

you dont play an active role unless you want to but mainly help out with keeping things clean + help out with food

when it comes to just the two of you tho,, hinawa is the one who mainly cooks and cleans

and there’s no complaint there cuz his food is *chefs kiss* delicious

youd always offer to help with the dishes tho and him being him will just do them alongside you,,,, mostly cuz its “faster” and “more efficient” 

in truth he just likes being by your side and doing these “mundane” tasks

i also feel he’s the type to leave notes around the house

like a little post it in the kitchen saying he made you breakfast (check the fridge/microwave)

or a note saying that you guys ran out of [whatever] and he was gonna buy some

or even reminders like ‘dont forget you have a doctors appointment today’

hes just rlly cute and he loves you and he feels bad cuz sometimes work takes too much time out of his schedule for you but he knows you understand and akjsghkj

on days hes free tho, he doesnt rlly mind what you two do, he just wants to spend as much time as possible with you

so whether you want cafe dates or kitchen dates,, he couldnt care less

and even tho he seems pretty cold n all that,, when you two are at home its not rare for him to ask for hugs, kisses, or cuddles

also you guys have a dog

cuz apparently he likes dogs and you two impulsively decided to adopt one when you visited the animal shelter

hinawa loves that dog and feeds and grooms it with care

you guys also like walking it around or taking it to the park during your time off

IN CONCLUSION: you and hinawa enjoy live with each other and dont rlly mind where and how you guys spend ur time as long as you two are together