#fire force imagine

[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.

[itjazzbicch]

Particular Attention

Pairing: Shimmon Benimaru x Fem Reader

First time writing for Fire Force & Benimaru,  so I hope I did well!

Summary: Inspired by Season 2 Ep 1 (The calendar photoshoot! This will be a mini-series w/multiple characters)

Learning the Konro had secretly taken his picture for the Fire Force nude calendar, Benimaru takes his S/O, the reader, to the bathhouse with him in case someone were to snap his photo again, and the inevitable tension quickly takes their attention...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Swearing, foreplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!), Established relationship.

Word Count: 0.8k

“I still can’t believe Konro was taking those photos for the calendar behind my back.”

Typical Benimaru not wanting to take part in the yearly calendar event. I understood but took the opportunity to tease him as we entered our private section in the bathhouse.

“Did you bring me to keep watch or for something else?”

Letting my robe drop, I giggled at his eyes staring at my ass, the water steaming hot as I submerged slowly.

“You’re something else,” He groaned, dropping his towel and joining me in the water, sitting back and exhaling deeply as the hot water consumed him.

“Oh, come on. Loosen up,” I giggled, slipping behind him to rub his shoulders, whispering in his ear, “You don’t realize how appealing you are to the naked eye, do you?”

“I don’t seek attention or flattery,” He mumbled, relaxing against me as I massaged deeper, adding kisses along his neck:

“Yeah, but at least allow me to give you some attention. Hm, baby?”

“Urgh,” I swear that he enjoyed being grumpy, trying to hide the satisfaction behind his groan, subconsciously tilting his head to expose more of his neck, mumbling, “You’re lucky to be the only one to have my heart.”

“I am,” I purred, deepening my kisses, hand grazing his thigh to find his stiffening cock, stroking softly, “And so grateful.”

“Mmhm,” He hummed, slouching as I stroked his cock faster, thumb teasing his swelling tip, staring off for a moment as he was thinking.

“Something on your mind?”

“Just making sure Konro or anyone else is trying to snap photos.”

“With me here?” I laughed, reverting to my slow strokes, “They’d be signing their death certificate.”

“Yeah,” He sighed, taking my hand, “If he does, he’ll probably drop dead from what he sees. Get over here.”

“No one’s lurking, Beni,” If anyone were, I’d sense it. We were all alone, so I gladly got up and stood before him, going to kiss him.

“I’m not worried about that,” Placing a finger on my lips and then pushing me to guide me around; he made it clear he wanted me sitting on his cock, “Only worried about what you started.”

“You know I’ll take care of it,” I smiled, back facing him as I straddled over his thighs, naturally able to line myself up with his cock.

“Yeah, you better,” He toyed, tapping my ass and holding as his tip rolled through my folds, letting him feel that I was slicked and ready, the familiar stretch having a moan ooze from my lips.

“I’ll always love that,” I cooed, sitting down to enjoy how his cock always had me stuffed, gently rolling my hips forward.

“Need some motivation or something?” He was so impatient, fingers swimming to my clit to make my nerves run wild, the judders making my hips roll quicker by instinct, “You know how I like it, so c’mon.”

“There’s nothing wrong with taking our time sometimes, you know?” I gasped, shooting an audacious look back at him before picking myself up, leaving just his tip, “But if that’s what you want, baby.”

The water splashed from how hard my ass smacked against him, taking him deeper and deeper each time I rose and bounced up and down, not fighting the lewd moans that grew along with my movements, the satisfaction strong in his lingering moan:

“Ughhh. Y/N, baby- “

Taking two handfuls of my ass, every ripple and jiggle of my skin had him falling into delirium, digging into my plush, an idea in mind as his tense hand glided up my back, pushing me forward.

“Beni-“ The angle had my clutch around him strengthen, gripping to his knees as his hands found my hips.

“Stay just like that,” He cooed, thrusting upward so his tip would hit the pits of my stomach, my yelps of pleasure almost drowning out his following command, “Keep bouncing, too. If you can handle it.”

“Uh-Uh,” Bouncing into his thrusts, my walls started to throb, the friction stronger, and the way he could split always had me cock drunk and submissive to him, “I can, Beni!”

“I know you can, sweetheart,” He always knew when I was close, lost in bliss and wanting my pussy clamping his cock even harder, his hands guiding my hips into a harder, faster pace.

“Gosh-“ The steam from the bath filled my head and turned it to must, burning hotter and hotter as I got closer, babbling out pleases that mixed with my whimpers and moans, “Beni-i! Ah-ahh!”

Our skin meeting almost felt like electricity. It was heavenly, extremely potent when he pulled me back toward him, hugging my upper half and kneading my breasts as I was still whimpering, creaming his cock, and the intense throbbing from my orgasm had his cock twitching, struggling to fight the urge of cuming in me.

“That’s too good,” His warm, deep breath grazed my ear, not finished with me as he panted softly with impatience, “Let’s go to the showers so I can finish.”

“In a second?” I needed a moment for my nerves to calm before moving, smiling at the annoyance in his eyes, brushing back his dark locks, and pressing my lips to his cheek, “Don’t worry. I’ll never leave you unsatisfied, hon.”

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Going To A Haunted House With Obi

Obi Akitaru X FemReader

Rating: T+

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

Word Count: 1.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No," you answered honestly.

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

"I couldn't think of anything!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Come play with us," the dolls giggled.

"Come," their voices were growing lower.

"Play," lower.

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

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

"This is not fun," you panted.

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

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

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

"We survived," you joked.

Obi nodded pulling you in for a deep kiss.

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

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

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

Obi chuckled, "Happy Halloween."

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

[thereweredragonshere]

Okay so I’m actually insane about lycanwing Hiccup. I imagine he gets distracted by shiny objects and then gets embarrassed when people point it out

[house-md-imagines]

leave your custom imagines in the tags 😁 funniest one gets officially imagined...

[highwehyrat]

Captain Leonard Burns!!!!🤭🤭🤭

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

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

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

Captain Leonard Burns!!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lovl3igh]

lyanna mormont giving her cool speech: THE NORTH REMEMBERS, WE KNOW NO KING BUT THE KING IN THE NORTH WHOSE NAME IS STARK

cregan stark like 170 years before: uhm actually the queen is not a king AND THE OATH? AND LOYALTY? AND FUCKING HONOR? YOU FUCKERS

[kkaisarion]

when fire ghouls play the guitar Like That

[libartz]

*Arcane season 2 comes out*

"Yeah sure I guess I'll watch it. I didn't really vibe with season 1 but nothing else really going on rn"

"Hang on this is actually really good. OOO Viktor's purple now good for him, can't wait to see him being an eldritch freak"

"Act 1 is over and I want more. Guess I'll read some fanfiction. Hmm... let's go with Jayvik. I only really ship them agnostically in a qpr way but nobody writes fic for that so romance it is."

"Ooh this is a good fic. Kind of invested in this pairing now. Jayce go get your mans"

*Act 2 comes out*

"God fucking dammit"

[zaimta]

彡BEHIND THE EYES OF SOL

paring: leonard burns x afab!reader

zai says - shout out to the burns stans also im 18 yolo legally required mdni

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the feeling of longing to be in each other’s arms after a long day quickly turned into lust. the build up going on and on from one interruption from the next was unbareable. one touch. one kiss is all it takes for it to come tumbling down.

you walked down the hall smiling at whoever you saw on your way, you walked into his office and closed the door while leaning on it shooting him an innocent grin that didn’t match the desire in your eyes.

“burns.” you teased with the grin that you knew he wanted to wipe off your face and walked towards him where he was sitting at his desk hopping on the wood surface to sit on and putting your thighs on full display.

“l/n.” he said as he looked up from his paperwork taking you in. it’s been too long and he can’t deny how much he wanted you. how much he needed you. may sol have mercy on an old fool’s soul for his actions.

he cursed the heavens above for making his only weakness you. he fought the urge to throw everything off his desk and have you here and now lord knows he’d defile this church if you asked.

he stood up and stood in between your legs resting his hands on your hips “you know im busy.” he said as he pressed kisses from your neck all the way up to your lips “obviously you’re not too busy if you’re still here with me” you said as you rested your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

he hummed a response his hand fiddled around your waistband then slowly dipped in to feel you. he took his time keeping his eyes on you as you spread your legs for him. his eye widened at how wet you were practically soaked “you filthy little thing” he grumbled before he dipped his fingers into your entrance enjoying how you whimpered and how you felt around his fingers. practically coming undone for him with a simple touch.

house of sol or not he’ll be damned if he didn’t take you right here and now.

[tapestryundone]

base princess: normal types

razor: steel types

adversary: fighting types

witch: grass types

nightmare: dark types

spectre: ghost types

tower: psychic types

damsel: fairy types

prisoner: rock types

beast: bug types??

stranger: ??? (flying types maybe...)

tsm gets anything she wants ever. shes above type-themed teams but poor type coverage across the moves. uses legendaries . grins

quiet: dragon types (lol)

hero: normal types

cheated: rock types

stubborn: fighting types

opportunist: bug types

paranoid: psychic types

cold: ice types (lol)

broken: poison types

smitten: fairy types?

skeptic: ground types

hunted: grass types

contrarian: flying types

tlq: still uses themed teams but alternates between them. AWFUL type coverage pkmn wise but somehow manages with different moves. uses the complimentary legendaries to tsm

the narrator: doesnt have a team. instead has like a single flying type or something. or a single mythical that he is working w that doesnt know how to feel abt what theyre enabling

[itjazzbicch]

Forever Crazy

Pairing:  Husband!Leonard Burns x Wife!Fem Reader

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you’re almost drooling!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hm, what are you doing, beautiful?”

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

“Leonard! You scared me half to death!”

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

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

“Was someone having a little personal time?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have to watch the stove-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[bacchuschucklefuck]

My Accolades

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

Just a little Joker thinky thought...

I was just thinking about the first time Joker really, truly realizes what he means to you, when you look to him for protection for the first time. Him: the fuck-up, the good-for-nothing, the miscreant, the villain - all shoes he's become comfortable wearing. But you're reaching for his hand, standing behind his shoulder, trusting him to protect you. Nobody trusts him, probably rightfully so. He holds his arm in front of you, shielding you, the feeling unfamiliar and a little disorienting but... pleasant.

Whether life or death or that bug is huge save me, the feeling is the same. Worthy, honored, trusted. That's such a big deal for him. I think that feeling would crack his spiky armor faster than almost any other. Feeling not just tolerated, but wanted (even needed), trusted, sought after. Cared about. Seen.

[beanbaggery]

Imagine if todoroki was genderfluid but it was entirely based on his quirk like ranma 1/2. Using his ice would result in female!todoroki and use of his fire would revert him back

[sastielsfandom]

I appreciate the fact that so many sastiel shippers saw eileen coming back as an absolute win and went saileen + sastiel = greatness and with a quickness too