#enn enn no shouboutai smut

[lazyheartcomputer]

I’ll handle it

Spending days off with Shinra with him nursing on your tits. He’s laying on top, his crotch grinding against your thigh. Cum soaking through his boxers as the needy little devil whines when he’s getting close to cumming. Taking breaks from his suckling to whine against your tits about how nice you make him feel before going back to nip and kiss your tits.

it's hard filling in Obi's spot as the captain of the World Heroes Forces but with a nightly nursing Shinra swears he can do anything ♡

cw: fem!Reader, lactation kink, mentions of pregnancy kink, humping, handfree cum

already such a sucker for breasts, Shinra didn't think he could get anymore attracted to you but boy was he wrong. Pregnancy did a number on the both of you and now Shinra can't keep himself off your tits even for one night. But it's so calming and relaxing, hard to say no to the devil who keeps the world so safe?

with the way his hips roll against your thigh. Grown ass man moaning with your tit between his lips. Insistently sucking as he wants even a droplet of milk to make it past his lips. Because those days when you were still breastfeeding the kid(s) and he "helped" by making sure you're milk was always expressed, lead to him having the biggest lactation kink the new world ever saw.

drinking himself stupid on your milk nightly. He could cum handsfree if he was feeling the sweet mildness of your breastmilk slipping past his lips. Rutting and grinding against you with his cock throbbing. What milk leaked into his mouth. Was matched with the precum he'd leak all over your thigh.

obsessed with them even as they dried up and the kid(s) grew up. This routine never stopped.

Shinra with his lips curled around your tit. Nursing intently with red eyes shut. Content as he could be even as he rubbed himself against you. Some nights, when you allowed it, he'd push his fingers as deep inside you as possible. Nestling them within your twitching walls to feel you tighten and constrict around him as his lips did the same to your nipples.

Other nights it would simply just be him and that mess of dark hair on your chest. Swapping which one was his favorite. Moaning nothing into you tit as he lavished them in his tongue and attention. Shinra whipped to do a good job protecting the world bc he wasn't about to go back to any nights where he didn't fall asleep without your breast in his mouth.

[urlranpo]

Fire Force | No Touching

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

ft | benimaru, konro, joker

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

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Benimaru

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

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

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

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

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

Konro

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[chososhoeso2]

Rewatching Fire Force and god everybody (only the adults) is so hot (fuckable). What I wouldn't do to obi, hinawa, benimaru, joker, karim, konro??? nobody is safe. I want them all. Carnally.

[luvie-42]

Fired Up! Shinmon Benimaru x F!Y/N

(REAL QUICK THIS BENIMARU IS NOT FROM: how i was reincarnated as a slime! THIS IS FROM FIRE FORCE IF YOU DID NOT SEE THE POLL OR THE PEOPLE I WILL WRITE FOR!!) I felt like making this anyway soooo

WARNINGS: cussing, killing an infernal(s) or just killing in general, mentions of alcohol/drinking, use of weapons/fire, spoilers for anyone who has not watched Fire Force on Funimation, Hulu, Or Crunchy roll and any other site!

-You were born in Tokyo, Asakusa or well known as Company 7's Jurisdiction of the Fire force who are split into 8 companies (if it's not 8 let me know pls-) You were born in 7th, Now being a well grown woman you still had a lot to learn. How to control your powers, try and be a fire soldier for the 7th, and get to know Shinmon Benimaru. Your captain, All you knew was that he was a compound fire soldier and well strong. You never got to know him personally and he barely knew you as well so to start it all back we'll go through your lil backstory a bit!

-Your Father became single ever since your mother left him because she cheated on him. Harsh right? He was a part of your life mostly because he kept drowning his sorrows and problems in alcohol with his friends and kept doing silly shit all the time. One night he put you to rest and tucked you in bed then went to go see his friends

-Then...That's when the mania started you woke up with your father screaming because he's been impaled with a long sharp object that soon disappeared into the floor with a light hollow red circle surrounding it. The wound your father has had soon started to go up in flames. You jump out of bed to help your father but it was Too. Late. He had died, in your tiny arms, The fire wasn't extinguished though and it soon set the house on fire.

-About 12 minutes later Special Fire Force company 2 arrived and brought you two out of the burning house. It wasn't too late before you saw your dad's corpse. Burned, Impaled, The look on his face looked like he was still alive and needed someone to put an end to his pain. The man who kept you by his side while you watched your poor father go to the ambulance said "I'm sorry to say this but, it's possible that you caused the death of your Dad..." Those were the only words you heard out of his mouth. "What do you mean!? I'd NEVER EVER kill my father!" You said with shock and confusion "I said it's possible! There were no signs of infernal combustion anywhere around your house. You were the only one who could have caused it...I'm sorry." You broke down to a state of tears while the man comforted you and watched the home you grew up in die down from the flames.

-"Aaaand that's my backstory! I'm pretty much over it now." You told Tamaki who looked heartbroken at the sad past you just told her. "Oh my gosh! That must have been traumatizing to you, even at a young age!" You looked at her then at the ground. "Yeah, but i'm still so damn nervous! I'm gonna work for company 7.." You looked overwhelmed a bit, I mean you heard about Benimaru Shinmon, THE destroyer of Asakusa a bit. It was mostly scary stories or made up ones. "Hey, it's okay! I mean yeah my captains is a bit intimidating too! So you're not alone." You calmed down a bit "Okay Tami...I think i'm good now!"It was about ready to start the Rookie Fire Soldier Games and the objective was to destroy the fake infernals and save the people in some building, looked easy enough.

-It was about to start and a boy with black hair kept staring at the big ass weapon you had summoned from the ground by doing some tracing of a circle and triangles. It was even taller than you that creeped him out

(Context: you are a 2nd & 3rd gen like Waka so u can ignite and control your flames and put them on the weapon above, you also had the ability to make the Torch (Weapon name) wider and taller so max height it at least a 2 story house. To make it appear you had to trace a triangle in a circle with 5 triangles surrounding it. I hope this is understood! if not just tell me)

-You held it with pride even though it was the same thing that killed your father, your mindset was focused and ready to fight. The flames of the guy who said go lit up, it was time. You jumped up and spun your Torch around and went to the top of the building, punctured a hole and jumped in.

(TIME SKIP if u watched the episode you know what happened!)

-The building was being put out and you were about to leave but saw Company 8th's captain talking to the black haired boy, if you recall correctly he basically had the same backstory as you. You asked the captain if you could spend the night at his company, it was already too dark to go to Asakusa anyways. The place was nice, there was a lot of gym equipment around it though. The girls were excited to see another girl with them but turned a bit sad when you said you had to leave in the morning. They gave you a bed and blanket and you could say this was the best sleep you've gotten in a while.

-Next day was Asakusa, Company 7th's jurisdiction. Your home.

The fact that this took DAYS to make because i've been lacking sleep, have buckets of laundry, AND i gotta go somewhere tommorow so i gotta get this all done. But im glad i finished the story.

[mrskurono]

title: Rips in the Work Place || Vulcan Joseph x fem!Reader a/n: this isn’t something I’d normally write but for my wife ig I’ll make an exception. This is all for @hq-girl-next-door heuheuheu word count: 1.7k tags: fem!Reader, sub-ish reader, pwp, pants ripping/Vulcan tearing them more, size kink, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, minor watersports, creampie, cumplay, fingering, unedited character(s): Vulcan Joseph (fire force) synopsis: your trusted pair of work jeans just aren’t up to the task of work today <3

“They should be up there. Around the thingy.” Vulcan, of course with his back turned, pointed towards the massive shelving unit. 

Boxes overflowing with crap. Some used. Some never used. His gesture no real explanation as to what he was asking you to grab. But he gave you the general area it might be in. That was at least something. Until that something wasn’t where he thought.

“Vulcan.” You groaned, “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Having to pull his head away from his project at hand wasn’t going to happen just yet, “Check under the thingy. It’s probably there then when I threw it.”

“I swear to god if you stopped throwing and smashing things there would be easier!” You pinch the bridge of your nose with frustration. 

Fetching things for Vulcan was more painful than Obi’s entire workout routine for the eighth.

Crammed full just like the boxes above. Finding Vulcan’s tool was as much of a pain in the ass as anything else.

Grumbling to yourself as he clamored behind you with making sure his project didn’t tip over. You huffed and puffed with making about a thousand mental notes on when you both should clean out this literal shit show, “That’s it, your next project is cleaning this shit-” You grimaced when you bumped your head on the weighted down work bench above you when you tried to wiggle further back to the farthest box, “I’m gonna make Captain Obi make you clean this!”

You saw what Vulcan needed. Some wrench too small to even be down here. Hung up on the wall would have been more appropriate but chances were he knocked it off something when smashing a mech or a smoothie maker. Whichever it was didn’t matter because the wrench should have been put back in its place. Yet here you were scrambling to get it from under the bench.

If the bump to the noggin wasn’t enough. It was the second you felt the tear along your jeans seam that instantly set you into a rage.

“God damn it!” Your voice lead to Vulcan whipping around from his work.

Blue eyes widening for a second. The red headed man blinked before words finally came forward, “Oh....I can see your panties.”

Wrench clutched in your hand. You try to maneuver back out from under the bench as you curse everything, “They ripped?? That bad?? I just bought these last year what in the hell?? Haijima quality my ass?”

“Yeah your ass broke out of them,” Vulcan commented as he watched you slam the wrench down on the bench and twist yourself around to examine the damage.

“Vulcan if you put your shit away then this wouldn’t happen!” You glared at the man coming up to you. Damage far worse than even a piece of duct tape might help.

He knelt down still unblinking and entranced. You waited for a smartass comment to leave his mouth when he popped off, “I could fix em.”

You rolled your eyes, “Slap a patch of tape on them and I’ll-”

Vulcan’s fix had nothing to do with tape. Broad calloused hands gripping your hips he didn’t hesitate to shove his face into your ass. Drawing a surprised moan from you the second his nose brushed your clothed core. But when his tongue darted out and swept across your panties it was all but a different story now.

“V-Vulcan-” Your grip on the edge of the work bench tightened, “What are you-”

“I shoulda been better at cleaning up,” He mumbled against your panties as he hooked his fingers in the tear along your seam. Immediately ripping it more to expose the entirety of your panties to him, “I’ll fix that.”

Forced over the edge of the work bench now. Who were you to fight when his tongue glided over your clit. Wet material clinging to your cunt as Vulcan’s spit soiled your undergarments. Growing wetter by the second as he lapped at your cunt. Fistfuls of your ass just to spread you wider and allow him better access to his treat.

Nose grazing your entrance every once in a while just as his tongue ravaged your clit. Feeling the growing bud even through your underwear as he ate you out. Vulcan’s face shoved rightfully so in you from behind. Being nearly lifted by the man as he devoured his meal. The edge of the workbench pressed to your hips as Vulcan kept you pinned between the piece of furniture and his face.

“V-Vulcan-” Your raspy moan made it past your lips. The stupid wrench you ripped your pants for still clutched in your hand. Even the smell of grease from the stained wooden bench under you being forgotten as your stomach tightened.

“Go on,” He mumbled between pressing his tongue harder against your clit, “Go on and cum for me like I know you can.”

He was right. Like he was about most things in his workshop. Vulcan pressed and ground his tongue into your clit even as your juices dripped down your cunt lips and over saturated your panties. Feeling your cunt flutter around nothing as he pressed harder into your soaked slit. Tipping you over the edge the seconds after his grip on your ass tightened.

Hips shudder. Breathless gasps leaving you. Pushing back onto his face with utter desperation when your orgasm over took you. Vulcan’s tongue unrelenting against your clit as you swore it throbbed with your heart beat just as he rode your entire orgasm out on his face.

Before you could recoup from your orgasm. Remaining slumped over the work bench on your tippy toes when Vulcan drew his soaked face away from your panties. The second you felt his fingers hook in your underwear you knew what was coming. 

Legs spreading further apart. Vulcan’s tip slipping against your slit. No amount of fabric could have soaked up all your juices at this point. Leaving the man to groan as he rubbed himself up and down your slit. Paying extra attention to your sensitive bud just to hear you whimper each time his cock brushed it.

Thankful for the spit mixture on your core. Vulcan couldn’t keep to himself as he pressed his tip against your entrance. Guiding himself slowly until his thick cock head popped in past your clenching entrance. Still quivering from our orgasm. Just the feeling of his tip sent a ripple of pleasure through your body. Leading you to press back on his cock as he spread your ass cheeks for the perfect view of his cock slipping into you.

All the way down to the base. Every vein along his girthy cock swallowed up by your hungry cunt by the time his hips met your ass. Leaving him to grip your hips and hold you down on his cock as Vulcan felt himself twitch inside you as you adjusted to his girth.

“Fuck~” Your voice leaves you like a ghost. Feeling full to the brim as you wiggled your hips back onto Vulcan’s cock, “Vulcan-”

Hands leaving your ass. Instead finding them positioned on either side of you as he leaned into you and the work bench. Keeping you permanently pinned between them both as he rutted into you, “Shh it’s still work hours-”

You drag your fingertips down the uneven surface of the bench and begin to move your hips back to the rhythm of his deep thrusts. Drowning your thoughts as you swore his cock kissed your cervix with each movement, “You started this- Fuck- With not cleaning-”

Looming over you. His breath against the back of your neck. What was simple rutting snaps of his hips. Quickly escalated to Vulcan nearly pulling all the way out of your cunt just to slam himself back in. Feeling you quiver and tighten around him with each thrust. The dribble from what was surely piss as his cock hit up towards your bladder and your sweet spot. Unable to stop with the way you tightened around him and moaned his name.

“I’ll- Shit-” Vulcan bowed his head down. Dewy forehead between your shoulder blades as he found his hands back on your sides. Pulling you down into every thrust he drove into you. Pace quickening as he could smell the result of his cock spreading you so wide and piss dripping down his shaft as he fucked you harder. Muskiness fill the air between the two of you in the workshop just as the moans grew louder and lewder, “I’ll clean it. Shit- Don’t worry-”

An uphill battle the brawny mechanic was loosing. The way you bounced on his cock and grabbed at anything under you to hold. All while he drove his cock into you from behind. Blessed with the sight of your cunt swallowing him up each time he snapped his hips into you. The sound of slapping skin only muffled by the torn jeans that still hung off your ass. Vulcan couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m gonna cum-” His fingertips dug into your soft hips. Rightfully letting out a pathetic mewl of a groan just as he buried himself into you when he felt the first burst of cum leave him. Bottoming out in you as he made sure his cock was as far in you as he could get. Swelling and twitching as the red head emptied his load inside you. Cock assuring not a drop of cum dripped as he let his orgasm fade with each second he spent seeding your cunt.

Cheek smashed into the work bench. The rest of you limp and only a groan leaving you when Vulcan pulls out. Not just the feeling of his cum seeping out but the sound of it plopping between your legs on the workshop floor under you. 

He leans over and kisses the corner of your mouth even as he tries to catch his own breath, “I’ll clean the workshop alright?”

Catching his lips only briefly against your own. You smile into the kiss and mumble against his warm lips, “You’re gonna clean it now. And you’re gonna start with me.”

Grinning like a fool with lips against yours. Vulcan can’t help but slip his hand down the curve of your ass. Just to introduce his thick fingers into the warm cum stained folds of your cunt. Moan escaping your lips as he pushes them inside you just to feel you clench around them and cum dribble more out of you, “Yeah...I think I can start with you.”

[lyranova]

Kinktober!

Hi guys! Sorry I’m reposting this but for some reason it wouldn’t show up in the tags for me 😅. Anyway its been a while since I’ve written HC’s for Fire Force so I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI

Benimaru Shinmon:

5. Are they dominant, submissive, or switch?

Dominant. Without question I think Beni is a dom. Now I could be persuaded to lean to him being a Dom leaning Switch because I can see him just kinda going ‘oh you want to try and dom me? Go ahead’ and then he’ll be a complete brat about it 😂!

11. How often do they have sex?

Hm, tbh it depends on his mood because I feel like Beni can be a moody person to some extent. I feel like he can go a while without sex if he has/wants too 🤔, but if he’s really in the mood or you two haven’t done it in a while or id you both need to relieve some stress you’d probably be having sex 3 times a week (multiple times because you know he has the stamina for it 😏) until you’re both left satisfied.

23. Have they ever given someone a dirty text/letter/picture?

Picture? No. Text? No. Letter? Possibly. I guess I don’t see him as doing that because he just seems so private and he would worry about the letter getting into the wrong hands and them reading his and his s/o’s private conversations about intimate things. So if he ever *did* send a letter he would make sure it was either written in a code only you two could decipher or he would make sure you burned it after reading.

[hiddenlife-manager]

Can I get a black and blue drink with captain burns from fire force 🥺🥺

Valentine, Day 14

Captain Burns x Reader

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY WE MADE IT TO THE LAST DAY! I hope you enjoy this. Drink down below as well as this was not proofread.

Comfort/angst, oral, blowjob, kind of public. Cum like a bit of it.

MINORS DNI, EMPTY BLOGS DNI, AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

He looked stressed extremely stressed. His hair slightly flowing on his face it covered his one eye he could see through. I couldn't help but let out a sigh. I leaned by the door staring into the room I silently stood there.

I couldn't help but look into the room as he sat at his desk, his left hand held onto his temple while his right held a piece of paper. He seemed exhausted and needed a break. The only thing is that he was the type to never take breaks no matter what anyone tells him.

The sounds of his sighs of annoyance could be heard. His desk is full of paper piling over him. I was lucky to see him. Eventually, if we were to have a quake all of it would fall on him harshly. He needed to clean his space.

It didn’t matter though what mattered was his pain or annoyance with his stress. Everything about him I cared about and if he wasn’t going to take a break he would strain his good eye. I took a deep breath in trying to think of what to do to help him take a break.

I quickly took a couple steps back and rushed out of the hallway to the kitchen. He must be parched; this could also let him take a tea break, something many can’t deny or is considered rude. I had to use what he considered dirty tricks, he had to take a break. He needed it because his stress was making his already white hair paler.

I rushed past the sisters as they wished me the protection of the Holy Sol. I let a smile out to them as I rushed past them. My eyes were focused ahead of me to run over to the kitchen and prepare some snacks and tea for him.

The moment I saw the door to the kitchen I burst through with my body stopping at the entrance. I had to make what he liked and it had to be perfect. Some tea and small snacks will fuel him up and even then he would have his stomach full while taking a break.

I rapidly rushed over to the cabinets above. Flinging them open trying to find the tea he preferred, it was simple plain black tea. I never understood how he enjoyed that type of tea. It was plain and really tasted like plain water so why not drink water if you were to put that much effort in. Today I understand why because it allows one to relax and that is all I want. For one to relax and talk with me.

I hopped up grabbed the tea from the cabinets and pulled it towards me. Setting the cylinder of tea leaves on the counter I hurried to grab the teapot. I noticed it was around some pots and pans. I bent over picking the teapot up.

“I hope you take a break. Or I will break you.” I mumbled a giggle leaving my lips. I was not the most threatening but when it came to people denying what I have for them I will try to end them.

“Leonard” I calmly knocked on his door with a smile on my face. He hummed and I walked out for him to see me holding a tray with a teapot on it and two cups, sugar cubes in a small bowl, milk in a small pitcher, and spoons. On the side were soft baked mini cheesecake bites. 2 and half hours making what I needed for him and he still sat there staring at his paper.

We were years apart from age and on any hand he was the one who would die first not by old age but by working himself to death. I walked into his office placing the tray gently on the chair in front of his desk. I started to pick up a bit of pilled paper, placing them gently near another table.

“Why are you here?” He asked bluntly. His tone was rough and dry.

“Simple, you need a break.” I gently demanded. I eventually placed the tray on his desk softly making sure nothing would ruin his desk.

“I am fine.” He admits and I shook my head in disagreement.

“No, take a break. I won’t be asking kindly next time.” I walked over to the door and shut it so we could talk without anyone trying to hear us.

“You really think threatening me is a good choice.” He lowly told me.

“For once, yes. You have been at your desk for 2 and a half hours while I was making this for you. You haven’t moved since then. I am younger than you by a lot and I know that yet there are moments when I have to stand up for myself and tell you that you need to take a break.” I demanded and finally made it back to the desk. I set the teacup down in front of him.

“Black tea, your favorite. Of course, I brought the sugar and milk in case you want it but it is more for me. I made mini cheesecake bites for you to eat and indulge yourself.” I poured the tea into his cup as a constant stream poured down into it. After a bit, I lifted the pot up to stop the flow. “Here you go.” I pushed it to him.

“Thank you.” He finally lets out after watching me oh so closely.

“You're welcome. See you are now accepting it.” I smiled, pouring myself a cup of tea. I sat back down on the chair right in front of his desk.

“It isn’t easy to take a break. I am only letting you have a little fun time while I get back to work.” He raises an old book as he opens it.

“No. When I tell you that you are having a break I mean it." I reached over to his book taking it from his hands. I sat back down onto the seat and laid the book on my lap. I reached for the milk pouring some in my cup, grabbing a couple of sugar cubes. I started to stir the tea waiting till the sugar disappeared.

It was silent all too silent Leonard sipped his tea silently staring into my eyes. I raised the cup to my lips a smile on my lips. The silence was normal whenever we spent time together we were always silent.

"You seem stressed. What is causing the stress?"

"I am not permitted to tell you." He was closed off and it bothered me.

"I have patience for a lot and you are one person I have patience for days. But considering how I made you a snack and asked you to take a break with me. I won't tolerate it if you don't talk to me." He raised his cup once again and chuckled.

"I can't ever deny your strong personality." He shook his head. "Come over here and I'll tell you." I immediately got up from my seat and rushed over to him. I learned over his shoulder my head next to his.

His head turned to mine and placed his big hand on my chin. Kissing me deeply. He pulled away.

"I don't want to think about it. I just need to destress. All I need is your company." He seductively whispered in my ear holding onto my chin gently. Though it was seductive he sounded in need of company like he said. All I could do was nod. "Go lock the door real quick."

I ran over quickly to the door turning the lock to the side. I walk back to him his chair pushed back from the desk to expose his huge lap. With one finger he curls it indicating he wants me to get closer.

"On your knees princess." He muttered. I fixed myself up a bit lowering myself to the floor, my knees exposed to the floor. "I'm tired from work." He admits his hands going down to my chin. "You're right I need a break. Indulge me on how you want to spend this break." His calloused hand slid from my chin to my ears caressing me.

I crawled closer to him. My hands raised as I started to remove his brown belt off his black pants. My hands undid the buckle pulling the straps away from his zipper. I held onto the zipper handle lowering it to see his boxers. The only fabric getting in my way to help him feel relaxed.

I could see how his cock wanted to be free from its tightened fabric holding it back. My hands went to the hem of the boxers slowly lower it down, in a matter of seconds it sprung out from the boxers causing me to flinch a bit. His cock was around 6 inches soft but when erect it was 6.5 but it wasn't the length that made it so special it was the girth, it was so big my mouth struggled to not choke on it.

"Don't hesitate. Remember this is supposed to be a small break." He reminded me. I nodded looking up at him his one eye staring deep into my soul. I placed my right hand on the base of his cock trying to place my full hand around it. I slowly raised my hand from the base to the tip. My body straightened itself. My face right above the tip.

I let out some spit from my mouth starting to spread it around his cock, both hands going up and down. I turned my hands a bit rubbing in an almost circular motion. My mouth started to water little by little as I felt empty without his cock in my mouth. I could feel myself heat up inside just by staring at his cock. It wasn't just my mouth feeling empty but everything.

I placed my tongue at the tip of his brown tip licking it around the tip. I didn't know if I could handle his girth quietly. But he needed company and I wanted him to be relaxed he deserved it. While I hesitated a hand placed on my head slammed my mouth down his cock. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat.

I pulled away quickly trying to breathe but Leonard kept his hand on my head I lowered my mouth down onto his cock. I started to bob my head up and down saliva dripping from the sides of my mouth.

Once in and while he would slam my head back down onto him causing me to gag on his cock causing just a grunt to leave his lips. Those low grunts were music to my ears they showed me he was enjoying it. Every time he would grunt I would go faster and deeper trying to get the whole thing in my mouth.

"Captain Burns," A knock at the door suddenly echoed through the room. I tried to back away quickly but he held my head down.

"Quiet." He whispered, I hummed softly while he threw his head back from the vibrations. "Who is it?" He asked harshly.

"Karim, Captain. Sisters have been meaning to ask if there is space for an upgrade of living quarters. I have decided to crunch the math and found out we have some leftover funding to do so."

"I see." He softly let out while my head bobbed up and down. The sound of small choking could be heard if someone listened hard enough. But it was quiet enough he wouldn't hear it. I just wanted Burns to end it so I could get back to not being quiet but he didn't. "How much is left?"

"Around *******." Karim was well not talkative but he got used to having to speak for others, getting him to slightly leave his loner bubble.

"That is enough to make upgrades." He paused as he bit his lips his hand started to force my head to go up and down rapidly. It made it clear he was closed. "Gather . . .them around and see what they want to be upgraded and hand me the list afterward. At the moment I am taking a break with y/n. I would like to enjoy my tea in peace for the moment." He raised my head up completely off his cock.

"Hello, Karim!" I yelled out my throat stinging my breathing is heavy.

"Hello, enjoy your tea." The sounds of his footsteps could be heard while saliva fell down my cheek to my outfit. Leonard grabbed my head once again slamming it back on his cock. I choked a bit but was able to adjust my mouth to fit him all. He motioned my head to go up and down quickly. With one thrust up my throat causing the sound of harsh choking to leave me warm liquid started to go down my throat.

Little by little, it spewed out of the sides of my mouth. The bitter taste made my mouth swallow as much. He pulled my head off cum dripping from my now white tongue.

"Thanks for the break. I needed it." He admits his hand back on my chin. He leaned over to me and gently pressed a kiss to my forehead.

So here is the last drink of this blog request. It is officallly over. So drinks can no longer be ordered. The tea is a red tea meaning fireforce while the blue around shows how this was to comfort him. The black is for the nsfw

[yuichi-ro]

Benimaru x fem!Reader

─this one’s just for you @momo-ceros​ ♡ ​ cw: fem!Reader, reader is a tease, light dubcon photography (Waka gets into it), exhibition, sexual photography, oral (m!receiving), cum eating, unedited word count: 1.4k ─Waka needs to submit Company Seven’s photo for the Fire Force Calendar or else your beloved home town loses it’s funding

“Do you want the entire town to know you’re doing this? Or do you want to suck it up and get it done and over with quietly?”

Beni’s mouth twisted and turned downwards with a soured expression. Looking from the camera in your hand. Back up to your face. Then to the camera again. Lips pursed tight with that lackadaisical gaze neither hinting towards a yes or no to your very simple question poised in his direction.

“Well?” One hand on your hip and the other jostling the camera out in front of you with an impatient look, you were inclined to hear an answer today and not several days from now like he was trying to do, “You want me to do it or should I get Konro?”

He shuddered. Knowing no one escaped the sketchy nature of Konro’s ability to photograph anything he set his mind to. Beni really thought he was staring down the maw of two equally awful ideas. Until the time to drag his feet and choose ran out.

“....fine,” Beni’s tight lipped answer as he refused to meet your gaze, “One picture, then we’re done.”

One picture was all you intended to get. But it had to be the perfect picture. After all Company’s Seven funding rested on the popularity contest of showing off your assets. And with Beni lounging on the back deck of the empty fire house you weren’t going to slack off and lose the popularity contest.

“How about...just drop the shoulder a bit.” You gestured for your request. 

Beni already laid out on his side, propped up on one arm with an eerily vacant look on his face. Contradicting the sigh that left his lips upon your request, “I said one picture.”

“And technically I haven’t even snapped a single one,” You wiggled your finger above the shutter button, “So drop the shoulder fire boy.”

Groaning he fished out his shoulder from the uniform. Letting the fabric fall away from his top half. Exposing nearly all of his torso with one easy go. Beni’s ears undeniably red for the first time in a while. The afternoon Asakusa breeze tickling over his exposed collar bones and bare chest. He was so easily flustered and yet he’d fight it tooth and nail to acknowledge it. 

You crept closer with the camera pulled up to your face. Grin on your lips as you watched him through a tiny lense try and refuse your gaze, “You know Waka, bet we could double the funding from this popularity contest if you shed even more.”

“Pff.” He snorted but refused to answer.

“Aww don’t be like that,” You dipped down to your knees in front of him. Holding the camera up like any moment you’d snap a picture. Instead your free hand reached out and just so happen to lightly dust the rest of his uniform off his top. Fabric bunching around his waist and leaving the captain shirtless in front of you, “Don’t you wanna stick it to those imperial pigs with their own game?”

Showing up the empire was one thing. But it hailed in comparison to the here and now. Your touch ghosting over his collar bones. Fingers dipping down to the apex of his chest. Beni’s breathing hitching in his lungs the second you pressed your palm flush against his chest and nudged him back a little on the deck. If his subtle tint of his ears weren’t tattling on him before. The growing bulge in his uniform certainly was doing the trick.

“...nothing scandalous.” He mumbled with a failing grip on his sanity the more and more you touched down his chest. Easing more and more into this idea of you capturing a photo if this is what you intended to do with him.

“Scandalous?” You echoed with fake offense to his words, “I would never. Not of my captain...”

He felt the moan slip past his lips before actually hearing it. Your body leaning into his. Lips pressed to the top of his collar bone. Warmth of them in stark contrast to the cold air. His moan was one thing but purely stifled the moment your hand ghosted over the bulge in his pants. 

Cock twitching against the heavy fire proof fabric. It didn’t take a genius to realize how turned on he was. Beni’s cheeks now sharing in the same infamous blush of his ears. He was enjoying himself. And you couldn’t entirely pass up the opportunity to tease him about it.

“Waka...” You muttered with the softest whisper in his ear. Hand grinding and rubbing against the twitching bulge in his trousers, “This won’t do. Even this is a little extreme for the Company Calendar.”

He fought back your snide comment only to fail with lewd moans the more you gripped him. Fingers curling around his length. Stroking him through his pants. Beni now nearly folding into you with desperation the longer you toyed with him.

“As your photographer this just can’t do.” You kissed the conjunction right under his sensitive ear. Drawing out a pitiful mewl from the man, “It looks like I’ll have to fix this myself.”

Undoing his uniform further. Pushing aside the pleats of his kimono. Revealing the swollen purple tip of his cock hardly abused with the attention you were giving him over the clothes. Now when your fingers wrapped around his length it cascaded into a symphony of moans from the man. Beni propping himself up on you as he panted and lost his composure. Your fist tightening around his aching cock as you began to stroke him.

“W-What are you doing-” Beni hardly managed with half lidded eyes as he watched you raise the camera with your other hand still stroking him.

“Personal collection is all~” You chirped with a grin as you pulled his foreskin back and watched him buck up and moan at the sensation. His cock twitching and drooling the second you snapped a photo. Giggling you moved the camera from there to point it at his already cute little fucked out expression, “My personal portfolio is all. You don’t mind do you Waka?”

No coherent answer could leave him when you purposely ran your fingers up his cock the second you asked him. Beni folding in half onto you with a shuddering thrust to his hips. Rutting against your attention as your pace picked up. Nowhere frantic in the way you jerked him off. It was apparent how badly this was turning him on with the precum oozing from his tip and the desperate rutting of his hips to match your strokes. Fingers dilligently curled around his cock. You couldn’t help the smile growing on your face as you continued to snap photos here and there of the beautiful expression on his face and even more of his perfectly throbbing cock the closer he came to his high.

“Oh, we can’t have you ruining your uniform can we? Not before I get a good picture that is.” Your fingers busy around his cock. Beni had no idea what was happening except that it felt amazing. One moment you were eye level with him. The next he was just staring at the bulk of the camera as your head was between his legs. 

Lips around the bulbous part of his head. Tongue slipping against his drooling slit and periodically under the hood of his overly sensitive tip. All of it too much too fast. Resulting in a gush of cum filling your mouth and Beni’s mewling little moans as his hips bucked and shuddered. Thick ropes of cum painting the inside of your mouth much to your enjoyment as your fingers milked the rest of it out of his length. Making it impossible for you to not snap another picture in the very moment he came in your mouth. 

Beni, utterly spent, collapsed backwards on the deck. Bare chest heaving up and down as you sat back up. Licking your lips and wiping them clean. Looking over to see his arm draped over his flush face and the perfect post orgasmic glow that you loved to see on the man. And what would be a definite winner in the Company Calendar.

You made sure his groin was covered. Still rubbing your hand over his half hard cock so the outline of his member was so awfully visible to anyone who looked close enough. And with the stench of his cum in your nose and mouth, you snapped the final picture of an exhausted blushing Benimaru on the porch of Company Seven’s barracks. 

When you lowered the camera and saw him peeking up at you through frayed black bangs, all you could do was grin ear to ear with triumph, “I can’t wait until next years calendar. I’ve got even more ideas for us to try that’ll surely win.”

[nekomamiiz]

no thoughts… just konro cuddle fucking you with an arm around your chest and one around your tummy. he’s holding you close, squeezing and playing with your tits while his other hand starts rubbing tight little circles on your clit. he’s whispering in your ear about how you have to stay quiet. “waka could wake up at any moment and hear you, baby” but he’s just hitting that spot inside that makes you want to scream. then he feels you flutter around him, shaking in his arms, thighs wet and sticky. he thinks it’s so cute that you just came to the thought of getting caught, especially by your captain. you're such a bad little girl, aren't you? his thick hands grip under your thigh, raising your leg, making him reach even deeper. the only thing you can hear is the lewd ‘clap’ of your bodies and his heavy voice in your ear telling you that maybe he should let beni fuck you. let him punish you for sneaking out of your room and fucking his lieutenant in the middle of the night. you want to tell him that he's wrong, that you would never but the way you're creaming so prettily around his cock says otherwise. and konro is a smart man, he sees the way the captain looks at you, how your eyes light up at the smallest form of praise. he also knows his friend is sitting in his room, listening, probably fucking his fist and he cant help but feel a bit selfish. you have such a pretty pussy and daddy doesn't mind sharing.

[luvie-42]

BENIMARU HEADCANNONS TO READ WHILE I MAKE THE FIC!!!!

WARNINGS: Mostly fluff, mentions of sex, reader has chubby thighs, N-word bombs (IM BLACK)

-I feel like Waka would absolutely be in LOVE with your plush thighs.

-Like anytime ya'll are cuddling he would just randomly go under the sheets and start squeezing your thigh.

-HE WOULD DO THE SAME THING WHEN KONRO IS SCOLDING THE BOTH OF YOU FOR BEING TO LOUD LAST NIGHT you know what i mean 😏 Beni would slither his hand under the table and draw lil circles on ur thigh.

-Any time ya'll start to do 😏 he'll automatically go for your thighs leaving a kiss trail from you lips to your neck, tummy, then those plushies doctors call thighs. AND THAT NIGGA TOOK HIS TIME KISSING THE SOUL OUTTA THEM

-Ya'll remember that episode when he showed up in that meeting with all the other captains? He took you with him bc he knew damn well he would leave as soon as things became boring to him. Sooo this nigga randomly kissed your thigh and Obi who was the 8th company captain SAW IT. You looked over to see Obi WOWED at the sudden outburst of benimaru to kiss your thigh like that

-Before ya'll started dating you guys mostly trained all day so one time you jumped up on him when he was beating ya ass and you were abt to call it but put him in a headlock, AND YOU HAD NO IDEA HOW MUCH HE WANTED FOR YOU TO STAY THERE!! He never admits that it didn't hurt.

-He wasn't affected by it because they were too soft to actually make someone unconscious.

-One time you wanted to wear a sundress that was hip length and believe me when beni said he would treat you later Ooooo girl you did the right thing wearing that dressss...Then some creep just came up to you while benimaru was getting some daifuku for hina and hika and started to lift up the dress. You slapped him and then kicked him between the legs (WOOOHOOO GO Y/N GO Y/N!!) He was about to grab you but you had that look on yo face, that; Post sumthing Look

-Then benimaru comes outta nowwhere and SOCKS THE MESS OUT OF THE CREEP! (YESSIRRR) He carried him to HIS HOUSE AND TOLD HIS WIFE!!!! (best bf ever) and he kept his promise about treating you later. 😏 😏

--------------------THX FOR READING LITTLE ONE!--------------------

[nanodayowrites]

always - chapter 5

by nanodayo (grandmagoose on ao3)

(chapter 1 here)

this took,,,,,,,,, a long time,,,,, i've never actually written smut before but i like how this turned out!! anyways enjoy!

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Benimaru freezes, eyes wide in embarrassment and arousal.

“UH-” He chokes out “Konro, I, uh-”

Konro is smiling still, unabashedly taking in the sight before him.

“Yes, Beni?” His voice is probably too calm considering he just walked in on the object of his affections jerking off to thoughts of him.

“I’m-I’m, uh…” Benimaru is stuttering, absolutely humiliated.

“You’re…what?” Konro questions, teasing. “What exactly are you doing, Beni-chan~”

“I’m sorry, I’ll, uh, I’ll just-” Benimaru is flustered, sitting up and attempting to cover himself.

“I didn’t say stop.” Konro’s voice takes on a stern edge. He pins the younger man with his gaze, frowning.

“W-what? Konro, what are you-” The captain is shaking slightly. Konro sits beside him, resting his chin on his palm.

“I’m saying, don’t let my presence deter you from continuing. You clearly need it.” He smirks, enjoying the other’s embarrassment perhaps a bit too much. He makes a mental note to revisit that at a later date.

“N-no! Konro I’m not going to-” “That wasn’t a request.” His voice is flat. Konro drinks in the sight of the attractive younger man, not once breaking eye contact. When Benimaru tries to look away, the older man reaches forward and grabs his chin, forcing him to look back.

“It’s okay, Beni.” Konro speaks again, softer this time. Benimaru needs to know that he isn’t here to judge him. Large hands run through damp black strands, comforting.

The captain is speechless. He takes in a shaky breath, and gives in. Konro almost can’t believe it. This is, uh, this is happening.

Benimaru starts by rubbing gently over the fabric of his robe, letting out a tiny moan, but pouting the whole time. Adorable. He still has not broken eye contact. Konro smiles at him and keeps his hand on the younger man’s head, reassuring.

The movements are somewhat jerky. The lieutenant looks down and realises that Benimaru is forced to use his nondominant hand due to his injury. But the younger man continues, increasing the pressure and biting his lip.

“Good job, Beni, you’re doing so well,” Konro praises, still smiling at him. He runs his fingers through Benimaru’s hair, softly tugging. In order to help him, he needs the younger man to relax, so he tries to comfort him verbally. “It’s okay, you’re safe.”

That seems to assuage the remnants of Benimaru’s humiliation, and allows the captain to lose himself in the moment.

The movements are still awkward, and Benimaru grits his teeth, seemingly frustrated.

An idea pops in Konro’s head.

“Beni.”

The captain gazes up at him, looking lost.

“Let me help you.”

Benimaru seems too far gone to reply, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Konro reaches forward and wipes them away, but leaves his hands cupping the beautiful, blushing face of his captain.

The younger man nods. That is all Konro needs.

He wraps his arm around Benimaru’s torso and gently helps him lie back on the futon. The captain’s bulge is prominent amidst the folds of the robe, but Konro ignores it for now. Once the other man is comfortable against the mattress, the lieutenant leans over him, running his thumbs along the soft cheekbones of his captain.

Benimaru is a bewitching shade of scarlet, lower lip trembling. Konro moves forward until they are breathing the same air, a hair’s width apart. Their noses brush together. The older man waits patiently, until Benimaru closes both his eyes and the distance between them in the same motion.

The kiss is chaste, a mere graze of their lips, but it is everything Konro has ever wanted. He allows himself to relish in the feeling for just a moment. But he does not linger. He has a task to complete.

Konro pulls away and admires the man beneath him, the way Benimaru gazes at him shyly, but with absolute trust. The insecurity is to be expected. He knows Benimaru has not been touched in this way before, having always been too focused on protecting Asakusa for such desires.

Konro does not take such trust lightly, and focuses entirely on making sure Benimaru enjoys himself.

He begins by untying the straps that hold the robe together. They were so hastily fastened that a mere tug is all it takes. The thick fabric is pushed back, revealing a bruised torso. Konro spreads his hand over the sculpted chest and feels the heart beating rapidly beneath his palm.

��It’s okay, Beni,” The lieutenant’s voice is quiet. “I’ll take care of you.”

Benimaru doesn’t respond, averting his gaze. He shifts, but does not move away.

Broad hands set to work, lightly dragging fingertips over the exposed skin. Konro traces across the pectorals, and down Benimaru’s sides. The movements elicit delicious gasps from the smaller man, who places his fist in his mouth in an effort to hide the noises.

That won’t do.

The older man lightly grabs the wrist and pins it beside Benimaru’s head.

“I want to hear you.”

Benimaru whimpers, turning his head away to try to mask his obvious embarrassment.

Konro continues. His nails scrape gently over the muscles as he bends down once again, pressing his lips to Benimaru chapped ones. He moves to kiss his cheek, mouths along his captain’s jaw, and peppers soft kisses to the neck.

Benimaru’s eyes are closed, and he struggles to catch his breath.

“Are you alright?” Konro stops his movements in order to ensure that the younger man is comfortable with how far they are going.

“Yes.” Benimaru’s voice does not waver, despite the quivering of his lips.

Konro smiles.

“Good. Please, let me know if you become uncomfortable, or if you need me to stop. I mean it.” He makes the other man look him in the eye. It is so important that he understands. Benimaru nods, and tugs Konro up to kiss him again.

The press of their lips is innocent, neither of them are in a rush to deepen it. It appears they have an understanding. More discussion is inevitable, but right now, it is just the two of them, free to enjoy the moment.

Konro returns to his ministrations, caressing Benimaru’s chest and stomach and sucking carefully on the younger man’s neck. His calloused fingers ghost over a nipple, ripping a cry from the captain. The lieutenant circles the pink bud, occasionally flicking over top. The spot is sensitive, the tiniest motions causing the man to squirm and moan.

The older man shifts, moving his head down until his eyes are level with Benimaru’s collar bones. He closes his mouth around one nipple, and plays with the other one. His tongue swirls about the sensitive flesh, and Benimaru lets out a sob.

Konro pulls off with an obscene sucking noise. He moves to study the younger man.

“Is everything okay?” Konro gently pets Benimaru’s hair, and brushes away the tears that have formed in the corner of Benimaru’s eyes.

“Yeah, ‘m alright,” he inhales shakily, “it’s just a lot.”

Konro kisses his cheek.

“I can stop right now, just say the word-.” the older man breathes.

“No.” his voice is soft, yet firm. “I’m okay, I promise. Konro, please, keep going.” Benimaru’s expression is shy, but the begging is helplessly alluring. The lieutenant smiles, before pressing one last kiss to his captain’s lips.

“As you wish.”

Konro ducks down, and begins to cover the younger man’s chest in soft pecks, intermingled with the occasional scrape of teeth on the uninjured areas. One hand circles a nipple, while the other traces patterns over his hip bone.

Benimaru arches up into the touches, moaning. He makes no more efforts to hide his noises, a fact that has Konro grinning into the other man’s stomach.

The lieutenant continues moving further down, leaving a burning trail of marks and kisses in his wake. He sucks beside the navel, and caresses Benimaru’s waist, causing a lewd whine to escape from the captain.

“Beni, can I?” Konro pulls at the cloth that separates his and Benimaru’s length. He peers up at the younger man, who looks completely wrecked. The sight should not be so damn captivating, but he can’t seem to look away from the flushed face of his captain.

At this moment, Benimaru looks a little lost at what Konro was asking, an adorable frown resting on his lips. So the older man decides to clarify. Shifting until the smaller man is caged between his knees and arms, he leans down to whisper in Benimaru’s ear.

“Can I remove your underwear,” he murmurs, “and suck your cock?”

Benimaru closes his eyes and whimpers.

“Y-yeah.”

Konro grins.

“Don’t worry, Beni. I’ll make you feel good, okay?” Without hesitating, the older man relocates, and removes the garment in a smooth motion.

The sight of Benimaru spread beneath him is absolutely erotic. The younger man’s breath is coming in gasps, and his legs are spread, revealing his hard cock and bruised thighs. The image is absolutely seductive

But it’s the look in his captain’s eyes that almost tips Konro over the edge right then and there. Because those beautiful, mismatched eyes are gazing at him with complete faith, and what could even be called love.

***

Benimaru is not sure what exactly has led to this turn of events, but he cannot say that he’s disappointed. Quite the opposite, in fact. Because, if he’s being honest with himself, Konro is amazing. Every drag of his nails, every gentle, tantalising bite, every suck that marks his skin, has completely destroyed the captain in the best way possible.

So when Konro sighs into his ear and asks to suck his cock, the words almost make him come untouched. And as much as his length is aching for release, he somehow holds on, knowing that the best is yet to come.

The older man bites down on the sensitive skin of Benimaru’s inner thigh, and all thoughts are forced from his mind. Konro’s tongue laps over the mark left, and repeats along one leg. He switches to the other, all the while trailing his finger’s across the younger man’s hips.

A particularly firm graze of teeth, combined with the overwhelming sensation of calloused hands touching him rips a wanton gasp from the captain’s lips.

“Enjoying yourself?” Benimaru looks down to see Konro smirking, not unkindly.

“Shut up, as if you didn’t know.”

An impossibly warm mouth closes around the tip of his cock, the action eliciting a moan. But just as quickly as he begins, Konro pulls away, returning to kiss the skin of Benimaru’s stomach. And he keeps at it, soft pecks driving the captain crazy. Almost like the lieutenant is teasing him.

“Konro…” Benimaru whines, he can’t take anymore, “Please.”

“Right away, Waka.” Konro grins. But he makes good on his word, and takes Benimaru’s cock in his mouth completely. The heat is overpowering. The flames that he battles every day cannot compare to the fire that rages in his stomach and around his length. The confident tongue laps at his slit as Konro hollows out his cheeks.

It’s burning.

It’s too much.

And yet not enough.

He drifts, completely swept up in the sensation of Konro’s mouth on him. The only thing keeping him tethered are the broad hands that rest on his hips.

He gasps under the touches, struggling to catch his breath, yet the assault on his senses continues. Konro’s hands move from his hips to grip his thighs firmly, pulling them apart. He is pinned, unable to move. The position grants another level of vulnerability, but Benimaru feels safe. He knows nothing can harm him in this space. Because Konro is here. His warmth is intense, but steadying at the same time. Benimaru is free to relax and to allow Konro to take care of him at this moment.

“Konro,” Benimaru sobs, knowing full well that it is a sentence with no ending. But Konro understands, pausing to smile at the younger man writhing beneath his hands and mouth.

“You’re doing so well Beni,” his praise drags another whine from Benimaru’s lips, “Just a bit longer, okay?”

Without giving Benimaru a chance to answer, he returns to lick up the shaft, before taking it in his mouth once more. Wide hands comfortingly stroke the muscled thighs that are clenching around the lieutenant.

Konro takes the length fully into his mouth and swallows. The feeling is too much, he’s so, so close.

“Konro!” Benimaru warns, his voice cracking.

“It’s okay, Beni.” Konro takes a moment to smile, the expression making the younger man feel so loved and so safe.

Without hesitating, Konro bends down once again, repeating his previous motion. It drags Benimaru over the edge. His vision whites out. With something that could be called a scream, he comes, the flames of his orgasm scorching his lungs, and causing his entire body to shake.

Konro stays the entire time, eagerly sucking through the waves of pleasure that immobilise the captain, and swallowing every drop.

When Benimaru finally comes down, Konro has moved and is kneeling beside him, stroking his damp hair.

“Are you okay?” Konro sounds concerned. The tone makes Benimaru smile, his heart fluttering in his chest.

“Yes, fucking hell, that was-” Benimaru is overcome by a coughing fit. After grabbing a cup of water, the lieutenant helps the smaller man sit up and supports his shaking arm as he sips.

Konro gazes at him affectionately. Benimaru can’t stand making eye contact for too long, the feelings are too overwhelming for him at the moment. But he knows that Konro understands.

“Konro, I’m tired.” He hears the petulance making its way into his voice, but he can’t find it within himself to care. They have a lot to discuss, but that can wait until morning.

“Alright,” Konro chuckles, “Let’s get you cleaned up and off to bed.”

Konro finds a towel and wipes the remnants of their interaction off of Benimaru’s chest, before wrapping him up in a new robe from the closet. This time they do it with no games, and are honest in the few touches they engage in.

Benimaru starts at a sudden realisation.

“What about you?”

At this, Konro reddens.

“I, uh,” He stammers a bit, which Benimaru finds endearing. “I’m good.”

Oh.

Oh.

His eyes open wide at the implication. Well then.

Konro stands to leave, but, without thinking, Benimaru’s hand shoots out and grabs his sleeve. The thought of the older man leaving is suddenly unbearable.

“Stay.” Benimaru pouts, but he is unashamed. He needs Konro here.

Konro smiles, eyes shining with something the captain can’t quite decipher.

“Always.”

[mrskurono]

title: Tricked with a Treat || Karim Flam x fem!Reader word count: 1.5k tags: fem!Reader, sacrilegious content (fucking around in a confessional booth), blow job, oral cumshot, cum swapping, minor overstim, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie, exhibition, unedited character(s): Karim Flam (fire force) synopsis: inspired by this thot

Onyango and the sisters would welcome the children into the cathedral. 

In droves they came. Excitedly clutching their plastic pumpkins or pillow cases. Some of them pointing at fellow fire soldiers or those of the Holy Sol Temple, and then pointing at their mimicking costumes. Little fire fighters, priests and nuns mixed in with mighty creatures, scary ghouls and silly faces. There was a way about going about the annual trick or treating at Company One. 

Inside they’d get a sight to see from Captain Burns wowing the kids with a little display of flame. Paired with some holy words about what Company One does and how important it all is.

Capped off with Li offering more kind words of Sol as the kids were on their way to collect their candy. Giddy faces ready to see you and Karim with big bowls of candy in front of the confessional booths. Ready to receive a prayer and a treat. Everyone and the kids were dumbfounded when neither of you could be found.

“Shhh-” You can hardly contain the giggle with your lips pressed against Karim’s, “You’re so noisy~”

Clenching his teeth while his head rolled back. Karim could hardly keep to himself as your breasts pressed against his chest. And your hand dipped down to continue rubbing against the underside of his cock after the drove of passerby's came for the candy you two rightfully left outside.

“I wouldn’t be so noisy, if you weren’t doing noisy inducing things-” Karim grumbled through gritted teeth. To no avail though as you dropped back down to your knees in the cramped confessional booth.

Licking your red lips. Red as the hokey red devil suit you showed up in today. Unlike the red fabric that clung to you and dipped too far down on your breasts. The red to your lips was from the candy you’d scarfed down before talking him into doing such a wild thing. Karim couldn’t say no though. With how sweet your lips were when he kissed you. And the softness to your body when you pressed into him. He’d wanted you the second you walked in with that stupid devil outfit on.

“Aww, the priest likes the devil~” You tease as you run your tongue up and down his cock. Watching his knuckles turn white as Karim grips the edge of the wooden and worn seat that hundreds had confessed their sins in, “Painting my lips with your cum will be as easy as stealing candy.”

Karim groaned lowly when your lips wrapped around his length once more. Struggling to stay silent as you began bobbing up and down his cock. Sweet and sticky, candy coated tongue lavishing every inch of his cock as skillful hands massaged and tenderly groped his overly sensitive balls. 

“Y-You’re going to get me all sticky- With your sticky-” Karim babbled. Head filling with nothing but pleasure as the walls seemed to close in on you both. Swallowed with the sweet scent of the flavored treats on your lips. He felt like the sound of your lips slurping up and down his length was louder than anything else. Even that though. With the tightening in his stomach Karim couldn’t stop you even if he wanted to.

Washing your dexterous tongue all over his slit. Making a show in your scantily dressed costume that you’d yanked down the second you were both sealed away in here. You squeezed and groped your tits as you licked his tip for all the precum leaking from it, “Then wash it off Karim~ Wash it all off with your cum~”

No need for the dull confessions booth to be illuminated. Karim saw everything he needed as you squished and pressed your breasts together. Cheeks hollowed out with his cock past your lips. Sucking the life out of him as he felt the tightness of his stomach finally reach it’s crescendo. 

Cum spilling in thick globs all over your tongue. Baited breath paired with giggles as you let go of your breasts to instead stroke and milk him for all he was worth. Squeezing out every last drop as Karim’s brows pinched in pleasure. And his wads of cum rested happily on your candy stained tongue.

Raising back to be at eye level with him. Karim couldn’t deny you as you ran your fingers through his hair and yanked him close. Lips brushing yours. Sweet with artificial cherry and salty with his cum. Almost addictive as you let his cum dribble off of your tongue into his very willing mouth. Karim grabbing at your sides as he leaned into you and caught your tongue between his lips. Sucking needily on your tongue as you laughed and pushed it into a deeper kiss. Locking lips while his cock rubbed against the nylon of your lower half. 

“I’m not done yet.” You whispered against his lips.

“Please don’t be done yet. You don’t have to be done yet.” Karim panted against your lips in an attempt to reconnect the kiss.

You were more than happy to hear and feel his eagerness. 

Turning around in the cramped booth meant for one person. You both made it work. Karim’s priest robes pushed up even further as you shimmied down your red bottoms. Revealing the wet spot in your costume and the fact you came to work without panties on. Before he could remark though you sat back on his cock.

Instant shivers running up your spine as Karim’s cock slipped with ease past your soaked slit. Resting back in his lap as his cock twitched and he rutted his hips up into yours just so all of him could be inside you.

No quips could be shared with both of you panting. As your juices leaked over his cock and the cramped confessional booth offered little leverage. You did your best to stand as your hips moved up and down. Karim holding the edge of the seat firmly as he watched his cock disappear inside you. Coating in glistening juices as you fucked him. 

Bouncing up and down on his cock. A creak to the wooden box you both locked yourself in. Karim’s low moans could be heard behind you as you leaned forward. Watching your tits bounce as you rode him. Enjoying the feeling of his cock nearly pulling all the way back out. All before sitting back on him and moaning the second the tip of his cock kissed your deepest parts.

“S-Shit-” You felt your stomach clench and your pussy flutter over his cock, “ ‘m close-”

“I’m gonna cum- Don’t move- I’ll cum-” Karim rutted his hips up into you to match your movements.

“Just do it-” You shook your head, unable to stop your hips as your clit throbbed and you frantically rubbed your aching bud, “Just fucking cum in me- I’m so close-”

Circles over your clit as you felt your walls clench around him. He already came once so it shouldn’t be too much. And the way your orgasm was reaching it’s peak there suddenly wasn’t any other care in the world but that. Your pleasure building just as Karim’s thrusts got deeper and more erratic. Struggling to keep an even pace before you suddenly gasped and swore you saw nothing but white. 

Orgasm crashing down on you as your insides twitched and tightened around him. Sticking your own slick fingers in your mouth to hold back your moans as you rode out your orgasm on Karim. Wiggling your ass back on him and feeling your clit throb in time with your cunt fluttering around his cock. Keeping yourself silent purely by sucking on your fingers and groping your tit with the other hand.

Not realizing until after your high that there was a warmth spreading through you. And out of you.

Slowly rising off his cock. You spread your legs to watch globs of the lieutenant’s cum drop to the confessional booth floor under you both. Karim still slouched back on the bench as he watched just as aware of his cum leaking out of you.

“Karim Flam.” You tease with a grin, “Naughty naughty. A holy man just came in the devil.”

Grin cocked to the side he leaned forward and gripped his hips as he kissed your ass cheek with a deep sigh, “I’d do it again too.”

Bending down and wiggling your pants back up. Making a show to slide the red fabric over your ass and turning around so Karim knew his cum was safely inside you for the rest of the day. You can’t help but pull his face against your stomach and run your fingers through his hair, “Don’t worry. As a holy man, I know you’ll finish what you started later.”

[ryoskuna]

⭑ favor fire | joker (fire force).

pairing: joker x fem!reader

notes: I love the concept of the holy sol’s shadow, so uh, former assassin!reader but also fire soldier!reader, there’s some past history between joker and reader, and there’s mentions of friends to enemies between joker and reader very briefly. this came from a request of a word + character, in this instance the word was degradation +  joker. also, I’m super shocked that there isn’t more joker stuff on tumblr? also,the title comes from the robert frost poem: fire and ice. there’s also some allusions to through the fic, 

warnings: this is smut, baby. filth. degradation, some mild choking, kissing, biting, teasing with joker’s ignition ability, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it, guys), mentions of a western style waterfall shower head, vague mentions of death, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, some slightly sadistic joker (it is in his personality after all), mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism, denial play, begging, dry humping, marking, creampie(?), and some body worship.

word count: 5,148 words.

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summary: joker doesn’t account for seeing the wild card he never planned to encounter again after he left the holy sol’s shadow — you, no longer an assassin for the holy sol’s shadow, but a fire soldier standing amongst the ranks and allies of company 8.So, he pays you a visit when you’re alone in your apartment.

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You thought you were past getting caught. Past being snuck up on, and more importantly, past the shock of the way you looked in a fire soldier’s uniform instead of that of the Holy Sol’s Shadow. When you defected eight years ago, it took three years for you to shake of their training, of the way they made you feel worthless — nothing more than a killing machine. No more of that corrupt white that was secretly stained with so much red. But no matter how long you showered, it seemed like you couldn’t scrub all that red off. All that crimson that you could feel, long after you had freshened up in your shower. 

For the first time in what seemed like weeks (maybe even months), you were at home, showering. Your apartment wasn’t too far from the cathedral, but after the trip to the Nether, you felt uneasy in what had become your home. It was just five minutes away from Fire Company 8, but the distance didn’t do anything to ease the guilt you felt at having seen Shinra so crippled and broken. He was one of your own, one of the team — and inevitably, the family Obi had built out of Company 8, especially since it wasn’t shackled to anything— not the church, not Haijima Industries, not the Tokyo army, and not even to the Fire Defense Agency.  To see him like that made your chest hurt, and reflect on the loss of someone you had tried to forget. 

Five-two.  His desertion of the Holy Sol’s Shadow was unthought of, but not surprising. You remembered the way the captain treated him, tore him down, and took the only thing he had to remember of his past. You remembered the way the flames tried to eat him and then spit him out as a spear, a weapon to built to destroy, as if that were all he was good for.  As if that were all you were good for. And for the longest time, that was all you thought you were good for.  But you knew better now. The Holy Sol’s Shadow had taken you when you were young, just four years old, killed your family to ensure you wouldn’t be missed. They only took orphans. They didn’t need anyone to come after you all, looking for a lost child. You were not meant to be missed. 

You weren’t like the others though. You felt grievance when you killed an infernal or even a human being that threatened the church. No matter how much you tried, your consciousness ate at you and at the pit of your stomach like a hungry fire, never to be satiated. Finally, you couldn’t take it, there had to be a better way… you wanted to save lives, not take them. You couldn’t take any more of the way the infernals’ fire felt around your hand when striking their cores, and you couldn’t take anymore of the way that you felt when watching the light fade from a human’s eyes. It was too much. 

Your fingers work through your hair as you push it into a towel after shutting off the water spilling from the ceiling of your shower stall, shaking water from your ankle.  Your bare feet pad on the floor, eyes looking around before pushing your finger against your lip in thought. The hairs on your arms rose with goosebumps, and you froze in place. Your fingers push a towel around your chest, before you swallow, growing tense. 

Something was wrong.  As you slowly pull open your bathroom door, grabbing what you could use for a weapon (a metal bookend), your eyes land on the open window, letting a gust of air in as well as the smell of food from a few street vendors. Something smells like melting or burning sugar, and fresh fruit. But even closer is the smell of smoke, heavy and oddly sweet too. You step over to the window, but that isn’t the source of the smell of smoke.  No, the smell of smoke is coming from your home. You juggle the thought of being caught naked versus changing and being potentially attacked — and you think you rather be caught naked with the upper hand than be clothed and caught off-guard. 

You could call out to them, but that’s stupid. It wasn’t like they’d tell you, “I’m an intruder and I’m in your kitchen! Want a sandwich?”  You’re quick enough to slide on a black pair of panties, a bra, and the pair of leggings you set out on your bed before soundlessly walking over to the doorway where the smell of smoke strengthens. Walking down the hall with your bookend in hand, you freeze when you see the figure standing in between your dining room and kitchen, picking up a trinket laying on the table. You squint and raise the bookend, before the figure revolves around and the sight of his purple eyes causes you to hesitate. 

“I wouldn’t do that,” he remarks, putting out his cigarette in the palm of his hand before closing his hand into a fist, surrendering the cigarette to the ashes he created.  

You would know those eyes— well, eye, anywhere.  It’s too unique to be mistaken for anyone else. That sneaky smile that promises trouble and danger forms on his lips, but there’s a darkness that lurks in it, and you are all too familiar with it. “Five-two,” you breathe out, and as his name falls from your lips (the only name you knew him as), you think of nights spent whispering in the dark as children, whispering about the mysteries of your world and the truth — how the truth was the only tangible thing to be pursued. And like an idol, oh how you listened to him. How you looked up at him like his word was gospel, like his words were the only thing that mattered. And like a follower, eager to prove your worth, you patched him up after every beating from the captain.  But he still has that look in his eyes, the one that put people in categories of predator and prey, and from the way he tilts his head, looking at you… well, he hasn’t decided which one you are yet. 

He gestures wordlessly without a finger to put the bookend down before he sighs. “Three-eight, put the bookend down,” he orders when you hesitate, but at the usage of your title, you set it on the counter. “And Five-two isn’t my name. Not anymore.” He corrects in the same breath, and he looks at you with a tilt of his head as if to ask if you even remembered your own name. Of course you did. You whispered it to yourself in your sleep, practiced carving it in wood under your bed on the frame while in the custody of the Shadows. You never felt like three-eight, even though you felt like it more so when you were with Five-two.

You part your lips to ask what is he doing here, or what does he want from you, but he beats you to the punch as he moves closer to you and begins to circle you like a predator. So, you do the same — the two of you doing an untouching waltz, a tango, a dance for two. Between two partners with too much history and too many unanswered questions.  “I saw you with Company 8. First it was at the Rookie Games,” he grins, turning a card in between his fingers. You realize it’s his ignition ability, a card made of fire, that dances in between his fingers.  “Then I got word you were in the Nether.  So, I followed you today. Wanted to see what you were up to — but I was surprised to see you as a Fire Soldier, especially after being a Sha—”

“I was never meant to be a Shadow. That wasn’t my choice. Just like it wasn’t yours,” you sharply remind him, catching the card he throws before compressing it in your hands, smothering the fire before it could even touch your hand. In turn, it’s replaced by the sharp pop that comes from your fingers playing with lightning, dancing across your fingertips, pulsing like a heartbeat. “Now, what do you want?” Your voice is sharp and stern, unyielding and annoyed at having your time wasted as you speak. 

“Kusakabe. Where is he — how is he?”

Your eyes narrow in suspension as you clench your jaw. “If you think I’m going to tell you where Shinra is so you can kill him, you’re mistaken, Five-two.”

Before you can realize it or even stop it, your hand playing with lightning is pressed to the wall, and  you, yourself is pushed against the wall, his hand on your chest below your neck, his eyes growing dark.  “I told you that wasn’t my name anymore.” 

“You never told me what else to call you,” you remind him matter-of-factly, before he lets your hand go where it falls back to your side.  

“Joker,” he breathes out, looking away from you as he shuffles in place, loosening his grip on you, but only slightly.  “Call me Joker, y/n.” And the way his name falls from his lips is so quiet, you almost thought you hallucinated it.  Hearing it from his mouth sends a strange feeling into your stomach, both with familiarity and fondness as if he had never left you. It’s almost too much and makes you want to squirm away from him, but instead, you just look into his eye.  And all you see is the sixteen year old boy you loved, who left you  and who you watched the Shadows destroy to remind him that they could touch everything he cared about. That they could destroy everything he cared about. 

And it burns him. He wonders if you two could have survived had he brought you with him, instead of leaving you in the hands of the Shadows. He wonders if you would have even left with him. But seeing you, here, with the orange jumpsuit of the Fire Force laying on the chair of yours closest to the front door of your apartment, part of him thinks you would have. He regrets leaving you there, but his decision to leave had been an impulsive one, unplanned. And it had gone all downhill after he had left.  You were out of the Shadows’ reach, for now, that much he knew, and he could see.  He doesn’t mean to touch you softly on your face, and you don’t mean to lean into his palm, but you do, and that’s a language all of it’s own.  He had done it in you all’s youth to promise he was always there, to remind you he would never leave you — that if you didn’t have any comfort, you had him. 

You want to swat his hand away because you knew that was untrue, he had left you alone to fend for yourself for four years after he had left; he had left you alone to ruin.  But, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him for it, and you couldn’t bring yourself to curse his name or pull away — because even though he was on the outside, he had gone through hell of his own. You remember the way the Shadows came back after killing the family that had taken him in. The Shadows had corrupted him, burned him, scorned him, and left him to the harshness of the world to suffer.  You could see it in his eye, and you could see the way he longed to ask you for more as his lips give a wobble when he hesitates to ask the question that’s on his mind. He doesn’t want to speak for the fear of bringing everything down with you, but in place of words, tension grows, especially when he grows closer to you, and lets his hat drop to the floor at your feet. 

“You left me,” you mumble, and his eyes meet yours again, with sadness before he shakes his head.

“I know.” He makes a tsk noise with his tongue before he clears his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

He opens his mouth to ask what you mean, but instead, you pull his face forward with your hands, and your lips press to his. The kiss is hot, hungry, demanding; and somehow forgiving, as if being a representation of a trial by fire. It floods you with heat — or maybe that’s your ignition ability dancing around in your body, humming and begging to be released. Or thanking you for being fed, being reunited with the fire it learned how to dance with first. Joker feels it too, his hands moving to hold your hips and root you in place against him. A low growl rumbles in his chest as if to demand more, and he can taste both the sweet mint of your toothpaste and the underlying metallic feeling from your ignition ability. Likewise, you can taste the smoke from his mouth, and you practically inhale it into your lungs, begging it to consume you. Begging him to consume you. 

His cautious touches aren’t enough, and you tug on the front of his waistcoat to pull him closer as he reinforces your place against the wall, pulling away for air, and to see the haze in your eyes.  They were right to say fire was desire, or in desire laid fire — the sentiment was the same regardless of how you read it.  His thumb reaches up to brush over your cheek, his thumb following the line of your jaw down to your lips, which practically beg him to kiss them again. So he does — but this time, he tugs on your lips with his teeth, growling more as your fingers curl into the hair behind his ears.  His tongue parts in between your lips, and dances with yours, working it to submission with ease before he pulls away to leave you gasping for air. 

“I thought Fire Soldiers didn’t play with devils. I thought it was too sacrilegious,” he breathes out coolly, eyeing your flustered face. 

“Good thing I’m not religious, and if the sentiment bothers me, I guess I’ll ask our sister to pray for my forgiveness.” You reply, needy for more as you claw at his waistcoat.  “Now finish what you started.”

“Oh, I will. I just needed your permission.” 

“Permission granted.”

Joker chuckles as he moves to kiss the side of your neck at the exposed skin, humming as he lets his fingers trace the muscles of your back. “Is this what you meant by you didn’t want an apology?”

“Actions speak… louder… hgn,” You groan as he sucks on the delicate skin on your neck, his fingers tracing the skin around your waist. “than words.” 

He hums some kind of acknowledgement of the sentiment before you feel grabbing your hands and pulling you down the hall to your bedroom (and his point of entry), before he shuts the door with the heel of his shoe. He pushes you onto your bed where you fall back and lay, your chest rising and falling with dark, curious eyes, longing for more. When he looks at you, he sees the love you promised to give him, that you willingly gave him as a child, and that was what made him hold onto the Shadows so long.  It was you, and your love that acted like a form of righteousness so much so that it was holy.  He may have stopped believing in Sol, but he believed in you, and now he was believing in you again. He was believing in you like your love was religion, and he needed to beg for forgiveness. He could do that later, but he knew he was on a time limit as you’d soon go back to Company 8 and you would belong to the Fire Force again. 

His fingers unbutton his waistcoat, pulling his scarf off but leaving the bandana over his eye, as if you hadn’t seen the wound a hundred times before. As if you hadn’t dreamed of it, when you dreamed of him and thought of a better life for you and him — although those were the dreams of a child. Dreams in stereo, that played on repeat. He thinks of the last time he had touched another human, that wasn’t with murderous intent, or in a fight — something about the tension making his blood raise, in the same way it was pulsing in his ears right now, but it was all for you. 

And he needed more of it. There’s a hum coming from him as his hands dance with fire on his fingertips, but you can’t feel it — it doesn’t burn, it’s more of a tickle as it licks at you, greeting you back into its grasp. His fire is home — remembering you and the way you reached out to touch all 52 cards of his when you were young, and in the same way, how he would watch how the lightning  you made danced to the changing beats of your heart, pulsing and whispering I love you when you could never say the words where others would hear. But he knew, and you knew, as you all had come up with your own language filled with gestures and touches only meant for the two of you to see. His shoes tumble against the floor as he kicks them aside, making his way over to you and his gaze is hungry now. 

You lay back and watch as he pulls the buttons loose on his shirt before pulling it off and adding it to the growing pile on the floor. You can see the silvery scars on his body in various places and as he leans down to kiss you, your fingers trace them, apologetic as the ambiance from the open window fills your bedroom.  He looks as the daylight goes over your skin, turning you into something even more beautiful.  His ear goes over your chest as he hears your heartbeat, breathing fire and circulating it through your body.  

Time is not your friend, and you know it as you rest a hand on his cheek. “If we’re going to do this, you need to hurry. I’ve got to get back to—”

“I know,” He exhales as he shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. He’d be poetic later, at a more appropriate time. So, he kisses you again with the same fervent way he kissed you before, this time, his hands palming over your breasts, little mewls leaving your lips as he slides his hands under your bra, plucks at your nipples, feeling them harden under his fingers. He can feel you squirm under him while you feel that fire build in your belly, spreading through you.  He’s on a power trip, a power high, and you’re simply reinforcing it. 

You need more, need him to stroke it more and make it grow, and he plans on doing exactly that. His hips are rolling into yours through your clothes, your legs over on his thighs as he kneels in between your legs. As he kisses you, you’re hellbent on letting it consume you, and you’re just as desperate, rutting against him as he he pulls away, whispering against your lips. “You need it so bad, huh?” He grins as you whimper, desperate for touch. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been this intimate with anyone, and he’s working you like a harp, with delicate plucks and strokes, playing you to his own accord. You whine, as his hands tug your leggings down your legs and toss them to the floor, and he can see the growing wet spot on your panties, a smirk on his lips. “You don’t have to tell me,” he adds. “Your body tells me enough, little princess. Or do you prefer to be called my little slut, my wild card?”

You whine at the nickname, processing him pushing your bra up to expose your nipples to him before he’s pulling the right one into his lips and sucking ruthlessly, his tongue lapping at it, only to restart the cycle. He does show some mercy by putting his knee in between your legs, letting you grind down on it, much to his amusement. His lips let go of  your nipple as he chuckles darkly, his purple eye blazing with mischief and excitement. “Ah yeah! There’s my dirty baby,” he grins, “Yeah, so desperate. So needy, didn’t want anyone else to touch her. Only I can touch her,” he remarks and you repeat his words. 

“Only you!” 

His knee isn’t enough, but it’ll get you off for now, while you change the angle of your core coming down on his knee, changing your pace to get more friction that causes gasps to leave your lips. You’re so close, so close at the way you rock your hips, getting friction across your clit just like you need,  your wetness soaking into his pants.  His lips are kissing a trail down your chest and stomach, above your navel, and as he reaches the top of your core, he kisses it through the fabric, before pulling his knee away.  

“I hope my baby didn’t think I’d just let her cum from my knee,” he chuckles, his thumb dragging your bottom lip down as you suckle on his thumb before he pulls it away. “Now don’t move,” he warns, and all you see is a flash of a card — the Queen of Hearts — before it cuts through your panties, and he pulls them from your body, tossing the remains to the floor.  He brings the card to his lips as he blows it out, and then tilts his head to look at your expression.  Your eyes slowly open to look at him as you try to catch your breath and his thumb brushes over your pulsing clit, having felt the way your cunt pulsed for him on his knee. “Such a needy little thing, and all this over me?” He teases, parting your thighs more with his hands before he goes eyelevel with your cunt, blowing his breath out and watches you shudder. His lips suck and his tongue licks at your throbbing bud, humming at your taste. 

You whine and croon at the attention, your hips bucking and he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you down as he lets his tongue glide up and down  your cunt. “Such a sweet little cunt on my pretty little baby,” he hums before he sucks on your outer lips, then lets his tongue go back to flick your clit before he decides to add one finger, slowly pushing into you, letting his finger thrust in and out before he adds another, curling his fingers in a come-hither motion before returning his attention to sucking on your clit, and letting his thumb circle the bundle of nerves. 

You moan his name, hips arching again, and you’re close to unraveling underneath him as you babble, “I’m—”

“Go ahead,” he murmurs in between your legs. “Come for me, baby. I want to drink you up.” He gives a nip and a bite at the inside of your thigh before his tongue becomes merciless with determination to let you cum, his tongue spelling out his name over your throbbing nerves, and when you finally fall apart with a sweet moan of his name, he smirks against you before licking up your release. He pulls away once he’s gotten his fill, his chin coated in your release, and grins at you. He pulls his fingers out of you, and they’re coated in your juices, but he’ll get to those. 

“Did you want a taste, dirty girl?” He asked, and when you beckon, he leans down and kisses you, getting your release on on your chin that he wipes away with his thumb before licking his fingers clean. With one orgasm for you, he can concentrate on the bulge in his pants, aching and throbbing — begging for release as he unbuttons his pants and takes them off.  You can see the outline of his hard cock in his boxers, and you reach to palm it before he smacks your hand. “No,” he scolds, before chuckles. “Let me do this, dirty girl. Or are you too out of it to understand?” He chuckles as he looks into your eyes. 

“Need you, please,” You beg, and he stands up to slowly slide his boxers off before pressing his finger to his lip. 

“You’ve got to be a good girl. You don’t want those people on the street to hear you getting fucked like a needy little brat. But, make sure I hear how good I make you feel with my cock in that pretty little cunt. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” you nod, and you watch as his boxers free his cock which slaps against his abdomen, already leaking with pre from the tip, and he takes his hand, stroking his cock and pushing the pre-cum around it. Your eyes look at it, and look at him, all together — standing before him in the nude, holding his cock. 

“Good little whore,” Joker sighs as he kisses the inside of your thigh before biting down on the skin and leaving a matching mark to the previous one. “And another rule. You don’t cum until I let you.”

You process his words, but your head is already thinking, spinning and reeling at how you’re going to try and not cum just by him putting it in. You need it, you need him, your hole clenching around nothing as he hovers over you, pulling your legs over his shoulder. He lets his tip drag through your cunt, coating it in your sweet juices. Then, he lets it slap over your cunt, patting it as you whimper and groan and he chuckles. 

“Here we go, needy slut,” he hums as he kisses your neck before pushing the tip in. You bit into your lip as you can feel him slowly splitting you open, but it feels so good you can’t think — your walls already pulsing around him, trying to hungrily suck him in faster than he’s willing to give.  “Look at me,” he demands, and your eyes part to see him sinking into you, more and more, your groans getting louder before he bottoms into you all at once.  

“Fuck,” he groans. “Such a tight little cunt, and I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum. Gonna be so good.”

“Please,” you beg, even though you’re not exactly sure what you’re begging for. 

But it’s like Joker knows, and he’s willing to oblige. He begins to slowly thrust into you, with full thrusts to fill you each time. And the way you croon and mewl and wrap your arms around him encourages him to speed up, although it’s taking a lot of his control for him not to fuck you into next week. He does push your legs back into a mating press, his face hovering over yours as he looks into your eyes, watching your face scrunch up into an expression of sheer bliss. 

“Yeah, feels good when I fuck your pretty little cunt? Your tight little cunt? Is this mine? Tell me, little slut.”

“Yeah, yeah, nghh,” you pant, your nails digging into his shoulders as he works up to a quicker pace, and presses his hand right over your lower stomach, which makes a cry of pleasure leave you.  You can feel that fire in your belly return, especially as he strokes that spot in the midst of your gummy walls which suck him in, and he loves it — the way your cunt clings to him like a vice, refusing to let him go. He can feel the way you tighten, and he knows you’re getting closer.

“God, you take my cock so well, but I can’t hear you, baby,” Joker reminds you as he taps your cheek, stopping only to your dismay, causing you to whine. “I told you I’d stop if you I couldn’t hear you. So, now you’ve got to beg for me to let you cum. So, beg.” His eye is dark and his gaze is vicious. There’s no way he was letting you off easy, not with that look in his eye.

“Please, please, Joker, let me cum,” You start. “I want to come around your cock, I want to, please, please, please.” Your pleading sounds like a broken record as you repeat words over and over again, so he starts back with slow thrusts again before his other hand wraps around your neck, leaving you gasping for air. 

“Want to see my pretty little slut cream all over my cock so I can cum in you, fuck my cum into you and watch it leak out,” he groans, closing his eyes as his pace becomes more erratic.  His hand that’s on your lower stomach begins to rub at your clit, specifically his thumb going in circles, as his thrusts continue to hit that sweet spot inside of you, and you shudder around him, pulsing and massaging his cock before you unravel with a loud cry of his name — open window be damned. His eyes open, although half-lidded, and watch you come around his cock, your release coating his cock, and he grins, humping you through your orgasm as you begin to whine as he prolongs it and overstimulates you. 

He doesn’t care, chasing his own high, and you clench around him, and with a few more thrusts, he’s cumming inside of you, groaning as he can see the mix of your cum around his cock. He pants to catch his breath, and then slowly pulls out, watching as his cum seeps out of you, leaking onto your bed before he then lets his thumb trace your jaw.

“You did so good, y/n.” He smiles as he kisses your forehead. “My wild card.” He murmurs, pulling away to put his clothes back on. “I’ll see you around, Fire Soldier.”

Before you can say anything else, he’s clothed and gone, and you’re left half-dressed on your bed, his cum still leaking from you and unspoken words on your lips.  But he had to leave, or else he’d forget his mission, and he’d stay, even though he couldn’t offer you anything.  

And that felt like ice in his veins, but even he knew ice could consume you just as good as fire. However, he knew desire and his pursuit of the truth would ruin him. He wouldn’t bring you into that too.

[mamori-tai]

God please, please I just want to read some Charon (Fire Force) smut.

[yuichi-ro]

Konro gives me butterflies when it comes thinking of pregnancy sex. This sweet man at your beck and call, making sure you have no inconvenience at all. His mouth latched on your clit as you grind against his face, making sure you always. When your boobs are sore, he’s ready to suckle on them. Even at night, when you feel horny and he’s asleep, he lets you use his cock like a sex toy, filling your cunt with his cum as he’s snoring softly.

Konro is legally the best boi in Fire Force and there's no denying it 😤

cw: fem!Reader, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, belly/body worship, face sitting, lactation kink, messy sex, manga spoilers ig

age of the human combustion gone sheds a new light on his life that Konro at first doesn't realize until he's balls deep in you the night you're riding him. Dragging nails down his chest growling through clenched teeth that he's going to give you every last drop of him. In an utter tizzy of pleasure unable to do anything but abide by your demands in the heat of the moment. From the way your hips smack down on his and your cunt flutters around his cock. Drunk on your pussy milking him for every last drop of cum he has.

Getting exactly what you want. And to his own surprise, something Konro had no idea he wanted.

he's always liked kids, from Waka to the girls, he's a softie. Nothing can compare to his feelings though when he sees you growing his very own. Swollen at all angles. From your belly to your tits to your face. That growing belly of yours has not put him off of you. And that's good because those hormones are reeking havoc on you. Leaving you craving the exact man that poured his cum into you nine months before.

tits leaking when he's knelt down on the ground for your convience. Devouring your core with a persistent tongue that won't leave your clit alone. Konro's ponytail finally good for something as you grip fistfuls of his hair and grind into his face. Smearing your juices all over him as he suffocates happily in them. God something about being pregnant has left you smelling so good to him and how wet you get. He's already willing to do it all just to have another one and the first one isn't even here yet.

slurping up the milk that dribbles down your belly. Hungry for more and all about your relief. Suckling your tits until you say enough is enough. Milk covered lips and that sweet smile on his face because you've been gripping his wrist for the last twenty minutes riding his thick fingers for your own pleasure. Not even caring his cock is throbbing in his robes. Only wanting the thick slick juices drooling between his knuckles to never stop when he pumps them deeper into you at your request.

worshipping not just your belly, that he gropes and holds up while you ride him. Enamored with the way you can still move on his cock while growing a human inside you. Your tighter, wetter and squishier than before. All that pressure pressing down on your pelvis relieved by his cock dragging through your soaked core. Konro doesn't care that all of him doesn't fit anymore. Making room for baby means he's willing to do anything.

prepped for repeated nightly wake up calls thanks to your libido. Cupping your belly or your breasts, or holding your hips gingerly as he ruts into you because you kept rubbing against him while he slept. Knowing exactly what you wanted until his cock is delving between your soaked lips and deeper inside you. Moans filling the dark bedroom in the meantime while he is more than happy to be your personal relief any time of day. But he can never promise that he won't spill every last drop of cum in your cunt if you keep it up. Baby or not this man can't help but let you use his body exactly how you want.

[dreams-of-me]

how do yall feel about Ogun x Reader (fire force) quite possibly smut 👀