#fire force x [Y/N]

[missyandthemisfits]

Obi/Hinawa x Reserved!Fem! Reader 

A/N Requested a whiiile ago, I'm so sorry for the wait *cries in procrastination*

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Akitaru Obi

- Obi likes to think he's a nice cross between a serious, strong willed leader and a fun guy to be around - and he'd be correct in his assumptions.

- He doesn't take himself too terribly seriously but also knows when and how to command authority and as such, has experience handling all sorts of personality types; so meeting someone as even tempered and reserved as (Name)?

- Truthfully, it's almost like a breath of fresh air .

- He approaches her like he approaches anyone; with kindness and a warm smile, careful not to startle her out of her book but speaking just loud enough for her to know he's addressing her. 

- Somehow, she's still a bit jumpy despite his approach but he makes sure not to draw any attention to it, introducing himself with an outstretched hand, patiently waiting for her to take it. They're pretty fast friends and from then on, it's like they lean towards the other's company more than they realize.

- It's subconsciously grained into them a few months after meeting; Anytime they're in a room together one will gravitate toward the other, sitting or standing, exchange glances and smiles all the while, even during team meetings. 

- She just feels... really seen with him. And very safe. 

- And she's always incredibly attentive, able to scope out his emotional state with pinpoint accuracy, even when he's trying not to make a spectacle of it.

- In fact, they soon realize how much emotional support the other provides, mere seconds later realizing just how much the other means.

- He wastes no time confessing his feelings.

- "-And I know this might be sudden, but I'd very much like to take you out to lunch some time. Honestly, I think you're a real catch (Name), and I'd hate to miss out on the opportunity. Life's too short." 

- The confession is so forward yet well meaning it sends (Name) into shock; a blushing, stuttering shock.

- But he waits patiently, albeit slightly nervous, for her reply; it's a yes, of course. 

Takehisa Hinawa 

- Hinawa is...a very no-nonsense individual, one could take a single look at him and tell.

- It's because of this fact that he actually strongly prefers someone a little more reserved than most. That said upon meeting (Name), he was convinced that if the infernals didn't eat her alive, the rigorous Fire Force training would. To his surprise, he was dead wrong. In fact, she excelled.

- She was capable of taking out swarms of Infernals in seconds with expert offensive abilities partnered with spot on defensive capabilities. She was tactical and focused, something he noticed many of his peers lacked even on the battlefield. He grew to respect her prowess, honestly. 

- "Excellent work out there, (Name)."

- "!!!"

- She gasped loudly, startled at the approach of the man and his seemingly random compliment. 

- He watched in disbelief as she subconsciously backs into a wall, facing him, face reddened. 

- He doesn't necessarily lose respect for her, but he certainly thinks twice before approaching her unexpectedly again - not hard for him at all, but she does feel pretty bad for overreacting.

- Works up the nerve to apologize but also stumbles into a very unexpected confession. 

- "...Th-that is to say... I respect you as a Lieutenant and-,"

- "So am I wrong to assume you want a pursue a romantic relationship?" 

- "Um...!"

- (Name) is at war with herself for a few more moments and he sighs, running a hand through his hair with the tiniest blush, gaze averted somewhere to the side. 

- "...I only ask because I myself might be interested..."

- It's... less than romantic but (Name) can tell it took him a lot to say it. She could tell they'd be taking their time in this thing, together. 

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[zaimta]

Hi i saw your requests was open and wanted to ask if you could do a fire force benimaru x fem reader bath nsfw oneshot/fic if possible with the reader being a second gen just getting back from helping company 8 with a tough mission (sorry if thats a lot)

a/n- no nsfw the most i can do is suggestive/spicy (i hope fr) but imma still write this out bc i love fire force, it's sfw tho i hope that's okay!

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you stretched your sore body after a long day of assisting the eighth, they needed some extra help around their derestriction. a product from their “investigation” left a ranging infernal in its wake, as a second-gen your powers came in clutch. you assisted maki with fire control, and at times you were on the front lines assisting their third gens as power support. it was a long and exhausting battle once it was over you were overjoyed and immediately collapsed to the floor to catch your breath.

the eighth's captain squatted next to you with a smile "need a hand there y/n?" he extended his hand to you which you gladly took, slowly sitting up with a slight pain in your core "thanks." you returned the smile he sent you "after this, I need along relaxing bath." he chuckled at your comment "I hear ya! hey, thanks for your help again y/n we couldn't thank you enough." you waved your hand dismissively with a smile "it's nothing really, i'm sorry beni couldn't make it though i'm glad I was able to help you guys enough though."

"dont sweat it were glad to have such powerful allies like you guys at the seventh." he nodded his head towards the matchbox "let's get you home, that bath is waiting for ya."

the car ride was a calming change compared to the battle you went through, you had a good time getting to know the members of the company you were allied with but all good things must come to an end as the matchbox pulled up to asakusa, you waved goodbye to you allies and walked to your home longing for relaxation.

the second you stepped foot into your home you were greeted by hina and hika who ran around your legs in circles "she's back! she's back! waka get your lazy ass up shes back!!" they shouted in unison with excitement, you also made a mental note to yourself to keep beni way from the twins for a while his language was starting to rub off on them.

you kneeled down and opened your arms to hug both of them, they gladly jumped into your arms with wide smiles "what were my two favorite troublemakers up to while i was gone? i hope you didn't give beni too much trouble."

hina shook her head "we were on our best behavior n/n i promise-"

"my ass." a brash voice interrupted her, at the sound of his voice the twins scattered running in different directions with impish giggles. you rolled your eyes with a grin at the sound of his voice "benimaru don't tell me the twins gave you a hard time." you teased him with a smile on your face.

"they were nothing more than a pain in my ass." you giggled at his frustration with the twins, normally they would listen to him more than anyone else you assumed they felt like messing with him a bit today "you need a break as much as i do, let's go to the hot spring i was heading there after i stopped by." you lace your fingers with his and lead him to the bathhouse so the two of you could get washed up first. he helped lather up your body with soap in comfortable silence a few moments went by before he said something "how was your mission with the eighth?"

you sighed "it took everything out of me, but i did enjoy working with them they're an interesting bunch!" you smiled.

"thats one way to put it huh." he continues to lather your body and you roll your eyes at him, in return he pinches your side. you rubbed circles on the spot he pinched unaware of how he saw you rolling your eyes if your back was facing him.

once you were cleaned off the two of you took a dip in the hot spring, you leaned against his chest while he wrapped an arm around you. you were completely content, this kind of relaxation was exactly what you were craving. while soaking in the hot spring you found yourself dosing off, you were woken up by benimaru shaking you gently "let's get you to bed y/n that mission took a lot out of you."

you silently nodded and he helped you out of the hot spring, you didn't realize how tired you were until you noticed how hard it was for you to keep your eyes open, your head was bobbing all over the place as you tried your hardest to keep your head up. he walked you to your room and laid down with you, as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light immediately.

he smiled softly at the sight of you sleeping sound in his arms "goodnight y/n."

as you walked to back to your home after the eight gave you a ride to akakusa, you couldn't help but long for a bath. after a long day it was just what you needed.

[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.”

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[herwritingartcowboy]

Can you please do a shinra X reader where the reader see shinra in his bansho man form and isn't scared of him (in this the form becomes permanent and shinra also becomes immortal and the reader is also immortal)

A/n:Let's just say in this time line Shinra was forever in bansho man form.

Fandom: Fire Force

Character(s): Shinra

Warning(s): Manga Spoilers

Readers Gender: Gn

You can still recall the day when you first saw Shinra in his so-called 'Bansho Man' form.

Shinra was so scared to see how you would react to him like this as before you would always call him cute but what would you think of him now. He tried to avoid you but you made your way to and instead of looking at him in disgust you just hugged him in tears. Shinra hugged you back as he misses you so much and was hoping for you to be okay. That's when you took in his appearance, "You still look cute Shinra", you said as Shinra looked away.

But somehow during all this time you two were lucky to have each other as sadly you both learned that you two are immortal. You both had watched and seen the world move on but yet you two still stayed. You two miss your friends but are happy to have each other.

"Even after all these years you are still the cutest Shinra", you said as you laid your head on his shoulder, "Thank you Y/n for not being scared of me" "Now why would I be scared of the man I love".

[lilchibi-chan]

𝐕𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑| 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

It’s the middle of the night and you’re struggling to find sleep, or rather, sleep is struggling to find you. You look out your window from your bed and see the moon is high in the sky. The stars twinkling around it in their own little dance. You check your phone to look at the time.

“Ugh, 2 A.M.,” you say groggily to yourself

You lay back down in defeat and stare up at your ceiling, hands together over your blanket where your sternum is.

You hear someone’s door open and close quietly, before there’s shuffling in the hallway. You can tell whoever it is, they’re trying to keep quiet.

Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to quietly get out of bed and make your way to your door to see who it is. You slowly turn the doorknob and open the door, again as slow as you can and poke your head out. All you can see from your room is the light from the fridge.

You open your door a little more, just enough for you to exit and close it slowly. You slowly walk into the break room, not making a sound.

When you make it inside, you notice that it’s Vulcan. You lean against the wall, waiting for him to close the fridge. Once he fully stands up, he’s still looking down, bottle of water in hand.

He closes the fridge, turns in your direction and jumps once he notices you’re standing there. He puts a hand over his chest to help calm himself.

You do your best to hold in your laughter to avoid waking the rest who are asleep.

“Jeez, how long have you been standing there?,” he says in a hushed tone, still holding his chest

“A little bit,” you answer in the same hushed tone

He walks over to the ledge of the window and sits down. You join him.

“Did I wake you,” he asks

“No,” you say,“I can’t sleep.”

“So what’s your story” you ask him

“I was asleep, ended waking up and my throat felt a little dry, so I came to get some water,” he says

It’s quiet and he opens up his water bottle to take a drink.

“Well how do you feel now,” you ask

“Like it’ll take me a while to fall back asleep,” he says with a laugh

“Well, since we both can’t sleep, do you wanna hang out for a bit,” you ask

“Can it be somewhere that we don’t have to keep whispering like this,” he says

“Sure,” you laugh out and say with a smile

Together, you both head up to the roof. You open and close the door as soft as you can for you both and exit onto the roof.

Vulcan lets out a refreshed breath.

“Now this feels much better,” he says

“I’m glad,” you say in response

You both take in the night sky as the stars and the moon glimmer above you. He moves closer to where you are and leans on the edge of the roof.

You start to feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter their wings at his closeness. A blush makes its way to your cheeks and your ears feel warm.

He looks over at you.

“You okay,” he asks with a soft laugh

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you say unconvincingly

He softly laughs again.

“You sure,” he asks

“Y-yeah, i-it’s just..you’re kind of..close,” you say nervously

“O-oh, I’m sorry. I can-” he says and starts moving away, but you cut him off by grabbing him

“N-no, you don’t have to move,” you start, “y-you just..make me..nervous,” you finish honestly

“R-really,” he asks surprised, but also a little sad

“N-not in a bad way !,” you say quickly

“I-,” you start then think to yourself that maybe this isn’t a good idea

Maybe you should keep these feelings to yourself.

“Never mind,” you say shaking your head and looking back at the night sky

“You can tell me, darlin’,” he says reassuringly

“I..l-like when you’re close…and I..like talking to you,” you say and look at him briefly

He softly smiles

“I like when you’re close too and I love listening to you. I’ll always be there for you y/n,” he says honestly and grabs your hand

You feel your face get hot

“Vulcan…can I be super honest and PROMISE you won’t freak out or be weird,” you say with your eyes shut tight

He lets out a small laugh

“I promise, babydoll. I won’t freak and I won’t be weird. I’m here and as long as you feel comfortable telling me, I’m listening,” he says

“I…l-like you Vulcan and I have for a while. It’s just been confirmed to me pretty recently that I’ve felt that way for a while. I don’t want you to feel like you have to reciprocate anything, I just-since it’s just us I…I wanted to tell you,” you say, a lump forming in your throat after

You were glad your voice hadn’t cracked because you had been holding on to this for so long.

“Y/n, I’m gonna be honest with you,” he starts and pauses

“Vulcan please don’t feel obligated to sa-,” you say

“I like you too y/n,” he says cutting you off

Your eyes finally meet his for the first time since this whole conversation started. His cheeks and ears are flushed in a shade of pink and his eyes, oh his beautiful turquoise eyes, are filled with the sincerity that’s always there when you speak to him.

“I’m not just saying it to make you feel good either, y/n. It’s…easy talking to you. I want to take care of you and be there for you, but more than a friend or even a coworker or teammate. I didn’t want to say anything in the fear of making you uncomfortable or even not being sure of how I felt…I’ve had a rough past in the love department and I just…I didn’t wanna lose you in the event that this conversation did come up,” he says

“I know, Vulcan. I can tell by your eyes that you’re being sincere, that you mean every word…and I know that you’ve been through a lot…which is also why I didn’t want to pressure you into feeling like you had to say something. Honestly, I was prepared to act like I never said anything,” you say with a small laugh at the end

“Babydoll, your feelings are important and valid. I would never make you feel bad for having them. If I wasn’t ready to say anything, I wouldn’t have,” he said

He pulls you into a hug and massages the back of your head.

“I’ll protect you at all costs y/n. You mean a lot to me,” he says

He kisses your forehead and you look up at him. He looks back at you with soft eyes and you both just stare at each other for a moment.

“Y/n, could I m-maybe…kiss you,” he asks nervously

You let out a small laugh at his question

“Of course,” you say, a wide smile making its home on your face

He moves closer to you and you return, getting closer to him.

He places a soft and slow kiss on your lips, then slowly pulls away. You can feel the tension between your lips as he pulls away.

You place a hand on the back of his head and pull him close again, kissing him in the same way that his did to you. He pulls you closer, as close as your bodies can be.

Both of your breathing starts to quicken and you feel your bodies start to heat up. You pull away to catch your breath.

“Do you wanna..head inside,” you say breathlessly

“Mm,” is all he says and reaches his hand out for yours

Once your hand is in his, he interlocks your fingers and places a kiss on the back of your hand. You both make your way to the roof door and he opens it for you.

Still hold hands, you walk down the stairs until you make it to your room.

“Good night, sweet heart,” he’s says and goes to pull his hand away

“Wait…stay with me,” you say

He smiles

“Okay,” he says and you both enter your room

You lay down together and he cuddles you while caressing your head.

“Thank you Vulcan,” you say sleepily

“For what, darlin,” he asks curiously

“For being there for me and…for making me happy on my darkest days,” you say honestly

He lets out a small chuckle

“Don’t worry about it, darlin. Being with you…that’s more than enough. You don’t have to thank me,” he says

You scooch up a little on the bed and kiss his jaw.

He kisses your forehead then your nose and then moves down to your lips.

“Get some sleep, babydoll,” he says against your lips and places a quick peck

You move back down to his chest and close your eyes. His soft breaths and the sound of his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

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Thank you all so much for being patient for this post, I always have fun writing for Vulcan, even if it isn’t super character accurate/canon stuff, I think it’s nice to see him in a super fluffy and sweet light and I hope you all enjoy it as well.

[missyandthemisfits]

I.LOVE.THISSS 😭💙

[𝟒:𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐌] — Arthur B.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: This is for one of my comfort characters Arthur Boyle and the latest chapter on ens <3 ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mordern au!  ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: Gender Neutral ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Fluff, Slight Angst 

Why was life so difficult. Why was it so hard to tell you that he was and love with you and had been for the last couple of years? Time and time again, the words wouldn’t come out, staying lodged in his throat as the cusp of being spoken. You were so much better than him. You could do so much better than him. Then why? Why? 

Why do his eyes trace along with your figure as you walk by? Why do his eyes linger on your lips as you’re talking? Why does he always blush whenever you’re around, never speaking what’s on his mind? 

What kind of a knight is he? Not even able to confess to his beloved as he wanted. It was pathetic, really. Not being able to be the man he’s always wanted to be. 

You looked so happy, he would never wanted to ruin that. But it was eating him up inside, how much he wanted to tell you. So much that he pleaded with the gods to give him one more chance, one last shot at love.

“Lord,” He whispers into the dead of night. Whatever deity up there that would hear him is the one he needed. “Give me one… one more chance.”

I wonder if this is the last time? He thinks, turning onto his side and closing his eyes. 

Then turning around back up, he pulls out his phone and begins texting.

Hey, you up? I have to tell you something.

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[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: You all voted on this poll, and this poll, and this poll, and after a LOT of voting, I present you this :) BIG thanks to @that-multi-fandom-hijabi for beta reading this go follow her writing acc rn (@novaaaaaa-writes). Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): Enemies to lovers trope, mentions of burning, stabbing, blood, bad descriptions of both fire of water (ice, snow ?) bending, Zuko is whipped, just a little confused about it, reader is a baddie, water benders unite (not me tho), reader is GN but written with f!reader in mind, reader looks non-threatening, is underestimated a lot, this takes place at the end of season one, I think that's it

Pairing: Prince Zuko x GN!Reader

•──•°•❀•°•─── ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀʙᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ───•°•☁︎•°•───•

“You shouldn’t be here” you glare, your gaze sending shivers down his spine. 

But that could just be because of all the snow and ice surrounding the both of you. 

The fire prince remains unfazed though, his amber eyes sweeping over your form- assessing the threat you posed. 

He could take you down in seconds. 

Zuko doesn’t respond to your jab though, because he knew you were wrong. He had to be here, it was the only way he could finally receive his father’s favor- as the heir and as the son of Firelord Ozai. It was his duty, his honor. 

And he wasn’t going to let a non-threatening waterbender get in the way of that. 

Reaching back, he unsheathes his dual swords, the glint of the waning moonlight reflecting the dangerous glint in his eye. 

And yet you didn’t back down.  

Pooling some water from your waterskin, you assumed the stance you had trained yourself to take whenever you honed your skills. One with the water, one with the ice.  

‘Power should flow, not force itself” Master Pakku had told you once.  

People had always underestimated your skills, saying you were better suited for healing. But after showing Master Pakku how you could use your bending to control the falling snow around you, he gave you a chance.  

He had told you to let the power settle in your body before releasing, instead of forcing it out immediately. Conceal and then control. 

You met Zuko’s fiery gaze with an icy one of your own. You were going to protect your home.  

With a yell, you form flurries of snow, whipping around your form as you channel your strength to change the form of your flurry, snow turning to water, water turning to sharp daggers of pure ice.  

Zuko scowls, setting his hands ablaze and you run at each other, fire meeting ice.  

Time slows down, as the intensity of your elements picks up, until all you could hear was the steady thump – thump – thump – of your heart, and the roar of crystalline knives swirling around you. 

Flames lick the side of your leg, wincing as the raw burn of the fire sears through your skin in white-hot pain. Razor sharp icy shards cut into Zuko’s skin, finding chinks in his armor, piercing his flesh and drawing blood. 

The snow beneath the both of you was dotted red now, both of you staring at each other, panting heavily.  

“You really shouldn’t be here.” you repeat again, but this time, it was barely a whisper, swallowing down tears as the cold wind of the Northern Water Tribe stung your gaping wounds. 

Zuko growls, grunting in pain as he pulls a shard of ice out of his skin.“I don’t take orders from a little waterbender” he spat, venom dripping from his words. 

You reciprocate with a snide comment of your own. “This ‘little waterbender’ just sunk 5 icicles into your skin.” 

Zuko was just about ready to tear your head off, hands igniting with vermillion flames before you collapse, the burns along your thigh and calf were much more severe than either of you realized.  

You choke out a sob of pain but keep your control of the water left in your waterskin. You couldn’t die, not today, and not at the hands of the prince of the Fire Nation.  

Zuko’s heart throbs unexpectedly, the look on your face too familiar for comfort. The face of someone who worked so desperately hard, only for all that effort to go down the drain. But he didn’t care for you. He couldn’t- couldn’t grow attachment to a non-threatening waterbender. Yet you sat there on the snow, dotted with blood, with that raw look in your eyes. His flames extinguished, without him meaning to.  

You flinched as he threw his swords down frustrated, impaling themselves into the nearby snow mound, standing straight up. 

He stomps over to you, and you frantically move back, but your leg flares up in pain again, and you yelp, hissing in pain.

“Stop moving, you’ll make it worse.” he says, glaring at you, but not as intensely as he had before.  

You want to scream, kick him, punch him, anything, but your body betrays you as he sweeps you up into his arms, carrying you to the nearest place he can find, where he can keep you safe. You feel his strong arms hook under your knees and under your back, holding you securely to his firm chest. Even through his armor, he radiates warmth, a gentle heat, unlike the flames he threw at you merely minutes ago.  

He hates this, with every fiber in my being, his voice screaming at him to drop you and burn your frail body to a crisp, vengeance for the blood dripping from his own body, but he keeps moving, step after painstaking step. 

You try to stay awake, you really do, yet channeling so much energy from your battle, the numb throb in your lower leg, and the comforting heat radiating off the fire prince who refuses to look at you, you slip into unconsciousness.  

Zuko feels a weight press against his chest, and he huffs, honey-colored eyes catching onto the details of your face, the curve of your nose, the apples of your cheeks, the slight pout of your lips as you nuzzle into his armor unintentionally, how pretty you were when you were at peace. 

He stops himself there, reprimanding himself for thinking such things. He can’t have feelings for the enemy. 

And yet, even as he and his troops head home, battle wearing and dejected from the loss of a major battle, Zuko can’t help but think about his little waterbender.  

*** 

When you wake up, the kind woman tending to you tells you all about the mysterious and handsome man who carried your sleeping form across the entire Northern Water Tribe because he didn’t know where the healing center was.  

[kkeidawrites]

Extinguished Flames

Day 26 of Blacktober!

It was half past midnight and it didn’t seem to effect or matter for either Benimaru or Y/n to stop their tussle. Each hit was calculated and painfully directed onto each other, a bruise or a sore appearing on each blow but that didn’t deter them to stop the two from falling over.

Benimaru was brought down to his knees, panting exhaustively while Y/n stilled herself to keep her on her feet, she too was out of breath. Wiping his lip of blood, Benimaru looks up at the woman who had put herself back in a fighting stance, her body shaking.

“Still holding on? You should give up, you’re already on your knees.” She pants.

Not one to be seen as a weakling, Benimaru pulls himself up to stand up but, has no choice but to fall back to his knees as he felt his become jelly. He couldn’t bring himself to stand anymore, he was tired.

“Come on you bastard, one more round. I know you’ve got it in you to keep fighting.” Y/n jeers and Benimaru sighs, placing his hands on his knees and bows his head in defeat.

“I’m done.” He deadpanned and Y/n frowns in confusion.

“What? You’re done?”

“Yeah.” He says and practically drags himself to the springs, maybe it would help with the upcoming soreness developing into his bruises and upcoming swelling.

Y/n watches him go and lets her hands fall by her sides, disappointed that their fight was over and her debt still unpaid. Benimaru grunts softly in pain at the stinging of his wounds and relaxed against the springs, cushioning his head on the soft rocks.

Minutes go by as Benimaru soaks in the water, while Y/n watches him. She wanted to keep fighting, she still had the fire burning inside of her body and if her partner wasn’t ready then she wasn’t going to fight them while they were already down.

She observed his upper body was littered with bruises, even his left eye was swollen and was pretty sure it was going to turn into a black eye. Sighing, Y/n digs into her pocket and pulls out a small box. Walking over to where he was sitting, Y/n sits down behind him and opens the little round canister of ointment.

Using a finger to dip into the ointment, she gently applies it on the large purple bruise that was appearing on his right shoulder. Hissing, Benimaru’s shoulder jerks from the pain but relaxes again when he felt more of the coolness of the salve being applied.

Once she had put the ointment on his back and shoulders, she patted his head gently.

“Hey, turn around so I can get your face.” She said and Benimaru sighs softly but doing as she says.

His chin was placed on top of his folded arms as he closed his left eye, and her finger rubbed around his skin.

“Got you pretty good huh?” Y/n attempts to joke as she begins to rub the salve on his left cheek and Benimaru offers a scoff but grins nonetheless.

“I let you win.” He says.

“Sure you did.” She giggles. Once she was done, Y/n put the ointment back into her pocket and looks down at him.

“Are you going to get in?” He suddenly asks and Y/n raised a brow at him.

“Get in?”

“Yeah, you’re sore too, might as well get in and soak it out.” He shrugs and grunts softly from the pain.

“And what if I don’t want to?” She asks. Benimaru shrugs again.

“Fine, don’t get in. Do what you want.” He says turning around and leaning back against the rocks again.

Y/n hums in thought and looks over the steaming waters. Thinking a soak wouldn’t be such a bad idea, Y/n removes her boots and walks over to the bathrooms of the osen.

Leaving her boots outside, Y/n steps into the bathrooms and proceeds to take off her orange uniform, changing into a towel. Once she was done, Y/n grabs a clean rag and returns to the hotsprings. Removing her towel, she allows her body to be submerged in the springs; Y/n sighs softly at the warm water and relaxes against the shoreline of rocks.

They sit in silence for a while and Benimaru peeks one eye at the woman sitting across from him.

“You know, you should really go and see Captain Burns sometime soon. He says he wants to see you.” She says and Benimaru scoffs.

“If he wants to see me then, he can come and see me.” Benimaru bites annoyed and Y/n rolls his eyes.

“Still having trouble working with the higher ups? You’re such a child.” Y/n jeers and Benimaru shrugs indifferently.

“Come closer.” He says softly, raising his hand to motion her over.

“Why?” Y/n asks.

“I want you to be close to me.” He admits a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

Y/n gives a face but gets up and swims over to his side. Benimaru wraps his right arm around her waist pulling her closer to him.

“You know you still owe me a fight right?” She says and Benimaru sighs.

“No I don’t. You just like to fight.” He says rubbing her waist under the water.

“Yeah, you’re right. But, unfortunately, this is what I have to retort to just so you can spend more time with me. I have to beat your ass just to get your attention.” She says and Benimaru scoffs, turning away.

“If I take you out this weekend, will that satisfy you?” He asks

“No, I want a legit date,” she sits up to look him right in his eyes.

“I want the nice dinner, the hand holding, the whole nine yards Benimaru! You hear me?” She grabs his chin to make sure he was focused only on her and Benimaru hums, nodding.

“Good, now let’s soak.” She says, getting comfortable against him. Benimaru sighs but smiles when he looks down at her, even kissing her forehead.

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[shaisuki]

men who loves the idea of tying you up.

you're standing bare and naked in front of them. watch as they grab the rope. coiling the strands in their fingers as they struck the rope in their palms. the contact of the rope in their hand makes a resounding thud. they are walking towards you. their eyes rake in the sight of your plump body as they encircle you.

"stay still for me, pretty girl."

they would murmur. drags the rope in your skin. you can feel the roughness of the rope, sending tingling sensations throughout your body. strikes the rope in your skin, your flesh ripples at the contact. goosebumps rising to the very edge of your existence. they watch in astonishment at the reaction your body speaks for you. licking their lips in excitement. you were perfect for this and so they began entangling you with the ropes.

"such perfect body you have, baby."

he says, you only reply with a "thank you, sir." it's still difficult to receive the compliments when you're away from what a body should be deemed by society but still, in their eyes you're body is perfect to them. perfect for them to manipulate and mold into what they desire. you, being bounded by ropes is with a hidden agenda for them. appreciating the art they are creating with your body as the canvass and the paint. they are the artist.

"be an obedient girl for me."

they would compliment as they ran the ropes around the expanse of your flesh. fingers ghosting through the bare flesh, sending shivers down your spine. you can feel the rigid texture of the rope biting at your flesh when their deft and skillful fingers tightens around your skin. flexing your muscles bound and the rope would only get tighter.

"you're a fucking art, baby."

he can't help but to curse under his breathe. admiring the masterpiece he created with you. your soft tummy hanging, tits spilling in the confines of the rope. hands tied back. your stretch marks and the scars in display for him to see. you're a masterpiece yourself and his ego couldn't get any bigger than seeing you bounded by the ropes.

"say the word."

he tells you. it's not only his pleasure but yours too. say the word and he's stopping. replying with a assurance that you're going to fine, he raises the cloth. covering your eyes as he tied a knot behind your head. surroundings turning black and you can hear your breath, the beat of your heart and everything.

"good girl."

praising in his hot sultry voice that leaves you bothered and hot. he smirks at the effect he have on you. sweet little thing you are. his fingers already making it's appearance in your skin. he can finally worship his art. he has you under his control and you can't deny him nor hide from him. you're all his to manipulate and the exploration begins.

his thick fingers plunges in your tight hole. it's only for a brief moment before his hands splays over the flesh of your thighs. slaps the skin there making it jiggle and god did he love hearing you moan. your little gasps escaping in your pretty lips. he's not done with you yet. his fingers catch your sensitive buds, rolls it between his index fingers and thumb. suckle into it, like you have milk for him to taste.

it would be no fun if he doesn't tease you and so it begins the sweet torture. leaving you begging and crying for him.

"make me cum, sir." you beg, your body shaking from the high he doesn't grant to you. leaving you sopping wet but you can't do anything.

"patience, baby. will you do that for me?" he assures you and you nod. "yes, sir." swallowing the sobs, confident he'll give you the high you're chasing for.

true he is to his words but not this time. he needs more. your body is a wonder and it needs to be explored. he got all the time in the world for this. let him control you for all you're worth and guaranteed he will give you the pleasure you're begging for.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎, 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, 𝐌𝐈𝐓��𝐔𝐘𝐀, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐨, 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔, 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔,𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐭, 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔, 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈, 𝐑𝐄𝐎, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚, 𝐄𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐀, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍, 𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍, 𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐀, 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈, 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔, 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀, 𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚, 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈, 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 [𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬]

[never-enough-fanfiction]

Pure malice

@ravenettegoth you called to the void and the void answered. Joker x paramedic!reader ~1 200 words of fluff Enjoy!

Her life was a mess as it was. Career as a paramedic destroyed her sleep schedule to the point of no return and the additional side job from Victor did not help at all. In moments like these one develops surprising ability to sleep at the most uncomfortable places. So, when [Y/N] decided to move with the wires she was working on to the couch it was a lost cause.  

[Y/N] woke up maybe 15 minutes later, maybe an hour. The only thing that was certain was that she hadn't slept longer than a day, as she was still sleepy. Wrapped in the omnipresent smell of cigarettes, she blinked her eyes lazily, recognizing the familiar interior of Light's hideout. The light she used to work was already off, only the side lamp gave off just enough light to look around the room. 

[E/C] landed on her work. The colorful cables were safely placed on a nearby table. She couldn't remember the time when she was conscious enough to put them away herself. The small screwdriver digging into her thigh suggested that she had fallen asleep with her work in her hands. She reached down to pull the tool from between the cushions, and the material resting on her shoulders slid down, exposing her to the unpleasant chill of the underground. Her body, torn from the pleasant warmth of her nap, shivered as she reached for the material. The black coat was nothing more than a blur of darkness in the dim light, but the smell of cigarettes emanating from it aroused no suspicion as to who it belonged to. 

A gentle and rhythmic movement at her side announced her companion's presence. [Y/N] tensed, her breath frozen, as she nestled between the back of the couch and the man's side. Blood roared in her ears as she frantically tried to find a way out of this situation. But so far, not a single sarcastic comment was dropped. 

She turned her head cautiously, glancing at the man. To her surprise, he seemed unaware of her awakening. Joker was leaning against the faded couch, his arms crossed over his chest, rising slowly in rhythm of his calm breaths. Most of his face was hidden by a red scarf as he rested his chin on his chest. Only a closed eye was visible between the loose strands of hair. Joker's pale skin stood out despite the darkness of the room, but the shadow under his eye seemed even deeper than usual. Was it just the poor lighting? 

Many of the people who inhabited the Nether were not ambitious individuals. Hidden in the darkness from the church's gaze, they lived their own mediocre lives. However, the longer she spent in the hideout, immersed in her work on the machine, the more she was convinced that the man before her was not one of those people. He seemed to constantly work on matters anything but trivial. Her gaze fell on the journal forgotten on his knee. The tattered pages hid secrets beyond her understanding. This state of matter suited her. Her hands were stained, but they had never delved into matters so deep and so soaked in politic. Joker had no such problems. His mysterious motivations pushed him much further than hers did. 

She returned her gaze to his face, suddenly strangely unfamiliar. Joker always kept his guard up. Even when he was carelessly joking and fooling around, or was busy with something. It could be seen in his lightning-fast reaction to any change in his surroundings, and in the way that no matter how much time they spent together, or how close he let [Y/N] get to him, his figure always remained shrouded in mystery, always keeping her at a distance. But this time the sharp features, smoothed by calm for the first time, seemed almost alien, unreal. 

Her hand slipped out from under the coat and reached for him, freezing mere millimeters from the pale skin. Unwanted touch was a plea for an attack from Joker. She had no doubt the man would be capable of a violent blow despite his calm demeanor. And one well-placed elbow would undoubtedly be able to dislocate her jaw. 

The problem was that [Y/N] was known for her stupid decisions. She held her breath as her fingertips gently brushed his skin. The lack of any reaction gave her courage and she carefully brushed her palm against his cheek. Fascinated, she watched this unusual sight until a purple eye flashed in the darkness. 

“Boo!” His voice was barely audible, but when his warm breath grazed her hand, she had no doubts. [Y/N] nearly jumped out of her skin as if electrocuted, not caring about the table or the cloak covering her. She fell to the floor, accompanied by the Joker's evil chuckle. 

* 

Joker's senses were heightened to their limits, and after years in the underground, his eyesight was the last one he relied on. The change in her breathing alone was enough to put him in a state of absolute alertness. Despite that, he didn't even move, his calm breathing masking his vigilance. 

He pretended to sleep, hoping that would be enough for her to leave him alone. He didn't have the strength to deal with her today. All he really wanted to do was collapse onto the couch in his own hideout and sleep, but someone had already occupied it when he got here. 

Joker's alert ears listened as the woman woke up and looked around. He was able to detect the slightest movement of her body. Including the sudden paralysis and slow turn towards him. He expected an immediate escape, sudden creation of distance, anything. But nothing happened. Despite the sudden increase in his curiosity about her behavior, his body gave no sign of it. He sat still, curious to see what would happen next. 

Well... The touch of [Y/N]'s hand on his cheek was definitely not the most likely idea. His mind was screaming in alarm, demanding a reaction. An attack, or rather a defense. Her touch burned with a fire that his generation had not protected against. It was strange, completely unnatural. 

But his body did not react. It continued to follow the gentle rhythm of his breathing, camouflaging the battle boiling in his mind. It allowed the warmth of her touch to spread deep into his bones, broken many many times. 

He opened an eye slowly, meeting her gaze. Despite the lack of light, he had no trouble seeing her eyes focused on him as they shined in the darkness. 

“Boo…” he muttered quietly. The word didn’t contain even half of his usual malice. It was purely automatic. A miserable way to act like himself in this unusual situation. 

The effect was immediate. Faster than he would have expected her to, she landed on the floor, her cheeks glowing red in the darkness of the room. A quiet chuckle echoed in his chest. 

And for the first time in years, it was sincere. 

[darkdemeter]

READER AND DEATH "BEING PARENTS" FOR 1.3K WORDS

Death x (GN/)Female Reader

Uhm what do I say about this piece? Idfk. Figured I should stop writing it where it was before it got outta hand. Teacher this is my assignment. (Dunno if I'm gonna continue writing this idea or delete it and watch it burn in a dumpster fire while I sip coffee).

WARNINGS...?

AAAAAAHAHAHA! I intended it to be a cute, fluffy and funny drabble thing but I don't even know at this point.

“No.”

“Yes,” Death answers simply. 

You heave up with a grunt, the weight shocking you given how Fury is the size of a toddler, her features shrunken except the eyes that remain as large, milky white orbs. Her lips screw into something of a pout. You see her fiery temper is trapped inside her tinier body. Placing her down and gasping, you reach for Strife who’s hands clench and open, a grumbling whine escaping him.

 No way this happened. 

“How?” you ask, mouth agape and contorted into a troubled, confused frown. “Strife, say something! Anything!” He only babbles something between an infant’s prattle and some otherworldly language. Your features smoothen out into an unamused purse of your lips. Your eyes fixate on Death who harbours the third of his siblings, who for a raging machine of pain and chaos, is surprisingly subdued while sat atop the eldest Horseman’s shoulders, hands clasping ahold of Death’s raven locks. 

As it turns out, Vulgrim the Soul Eater possesses a variety of interesting artefacts. Death’s account is that said powerful manifestation which the Horsemen were tasked in retrieving for the demon trader, the gem had combusted after misuse and his three younger siblings were incidentally turned into… Well, babies. 

You set Strife back to ground level, your mind too far gone into a spiral to notice the pitter-patter of footprints rush off. Death bends down to do the same for War. “I thought you would have some clue as to what to do with them, since humans have a child-rearing nature.”

“Me? You’re older than me by millions of years. Really you’d have a better idea!” you hiss back, tempting fate as you jab a finger at the pale rider’s chest. 

Death’s comeback comes as a sharpened growl, “I never sired any offspring!”

Unsure whether the flush that invades your system belongs to your bafflement to such a confession, or that fact that you teeter to-and-fro on the fine line between a school girl crush and pure hearted love for the rider before you. 

With a defeated huff, you turn on your heel and Death steps forward, his arm just barely grazing against yours as you both now set your attention to the other three riders who now have free roam of your home. 

“Do we know how long it’ll last?” you ask the eldest nephilim as you scratch at the back of your head. He gives a low and long sigh, his shoulders falling and his posture pushing forward that little bit more, but continues to tower over you quite a bit. 

“I’m not sure…”

Before you is the second apocalypse in the making, with three little terrors to pin the crime on. The little rascals were tearing your lounge room apart by the minute and all you could do was watch, and all Death could do was obviously let your nurturing instincts take over. After all, he didn’t have children of his own back in his day. So of course it was a battle of shifting the responsibility onto each other as you both danced around, keeping the rambunctious three out of trouble and from destroying everything in their wake. 

“No Strife, you can’t eat that,” you scold firmly and endure a game of tug-of-war that you refuse to admit losing, with Strife even as the size of a toddler but the age of a year old baby, he is still overwhelmingly strong. 

“Are— all— Nephilim babies this— strong?” you heavily pant between each yank and stretch shared between you and Strife who laughs at your expense. You feel the muscles in your arms tire already but eventually you manage to snatch the stool from him, the legs marked with deeply embedded teeth marks. 

“Quite so.”

So there was some form of child rearing with their race. Death has never been that forward with the history of his people, and you didn’t feel it was your place to push. But it brought an interesting thought to the forefront.

Before the spike-haired nephilim can start a tantrum, you take Strife up and into your arms, his hands immediately seeking out to grab your hair. Meanwhile, Death holds a very temperamental Fury by the scruff of her neck, his amber eyes narrowed thinly as he rasps a curt, deep-noted, “No.”

Her small fists punch and swing no to avail, babbling something in a tongue you can barely comprehend and pure infant prattle. 

Death remains largely unphased as War thunders towards him in a short sprint, head and shoulders arched forward and rutting his head into his brother’s leg with a shrieking battle cry. With his other hand he does the same to War, holding the siblings that now enact their annoyance onto each other, what with the lack of Death’s engagement to their fight. 

You’re struggling to even balance upright with Strife attempting to crawl over your shoulder, his overbearing weight threatens to crush you where you stand. 

“Not so easy to deal with now, is he?”

“Shush, let me think.”

Death only chuckles in reply, the sound a crawling timbre you avoid paying any further attention to unless you wish to cave to your feelings right there and then. 

You tap a finger to your chin as you ponder the next several steps, in which Death sparingly sneaks glances of your focused gaze, you put Strife down and sternly tell him to stay put before moving away to some hidden portion of the house to come back with a something the pale nephilim can only assume to be a torture device. 

And he thought you were incapable of sheer cruelty up to this point. 

“I used to take care of puppy litters for friends. This,” you pause as you set up the makeshift area, “will keep them in one place.” 

Turning towards Death, you can only assume he’s raising a brow at the contraption. “A cage?”

“Sorta… it’s just somewhere we usually place pets – or misbehaving children!”

Your tone rises louder as you make direct eye contact with Fury and Strife, who attempt to fight one another, with War merely dangingling in Death’s grip. How he carries them with no sweat to his brow, you hardly understand. You chalk it up to his inhuman strength. 

Now to get the three into the playpen. Death was secure in his role, easily dropping War and Fury in with no problem. It’s you who suffered with Strife making a beeline out of the lounge. For a baby of superhuman strength, he also possessed his supernatural speed as well. 

And so, Death was treated to the sight of you chasing around an infant, his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilting every so often in the direction that followed you both. 

But his entertainment had to be brought to its conclusion, seeing that you’re faring unwell, he conducts his mannerism with a touch of sympathy and snatches Strife as he makes to sprint past. The young thing is spiteful for this betrayal, hissing like some beast cub and babbling again in that foreign tongue, Death casts Strife into the playpen with his siblings. 

“Took your sweet time, didn’t you?” you bitterly scowl with a glare, approaching the pen with waning breath. 

Death’s large shoulders move up into a shrug. “Think of it as a debt repaid for all the times we were chasing you around.”

Your bottom lip sinks inwards, your teeth biting down upon the lump of flesh. The amount of times you inherently wandered and ran off while under their care had indeed written a long overdue receipt. 

“Humans are curious and all that,” you mumble more to yourself as if it would serve as some form of justification but Death can only scoff at your so-called reasoning, no doubt rolling his eyes. 

“So what now?”

“I guess we have to wait it out.”

[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.

[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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[eatingtitanfood]

Okay so I'm gonna make this pinned post wtv of fics I wish to work on in the future cause I have not stfu about it and been in a big mood to write fics again but also low-key still in a writers block

Dandadan: Been a fan before the animated series and rn currently have 6 volumes but idk if that's enough where it's appropriate to start writing for this series

Black Clover: Currently working on the prologue on this one but sadly suffering from writers block

Jungle Juice: Need to get a bit more further on this one. I have some sort of idea what bug abilities Y/n should have but I'm still debating about it and how it's gonna be used

Special Civil Servant: Very early on this webtoon and since I don't have coins to catch up on the series I gotta wait but rn I'm not sure what exactly should be Y/n powers

Sonic: Not sure if this one should be based on the comics, series or games so still thinking on this one

Attack on Titan: Been wanting to do a fic on this one awhile but have no clue where or how I should start lol

MHA crossover with MegaMan StarForce: Don't wanna go too much but i gotta catch up on the game first

Fire Force: Been wanting to work on this one a long ass time but been in writer block hell but I think i sorta know what to do. Will change certain things but it won't change the whole story hopefully

Welcome to Demon School Irume-kun: I HAVE A FULL PROLOGUE FOR THIS BUT IDK WHY TF IM NOT WORKING ON IT ARERRRGGGGG

Delicious n dungeon: Really wanna do this one badly but I need to get back on the show/manga aaastrrggggh

I'm pretty sure that's it and jeeeeezzzz I got a lot to work on 💀i think the reason why I wanna write these fics so bad cause I love the characters in these series and would have a blast writing Y/n interacting with them asaaa I need to get better at my work schedule

Also all of these will be various x reader so yes there will be romance cause I'm a addict for that lmaoo

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