#fire force beni

[radish-breath]

Konro had his photos developed, it seems 🤭 Poor Beni just can't take a bath in peace.

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[ezariumi]

紺さんと紅ちゃん。 完成しました！ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

[tarithenurse]

Mending

Fandom: Fireforce AU. Pairing/starring: Benimaru Shinmon &/x fem!reader. Word count: 1628. Content: Angst, heartbreak, bad mental state, first step to recovering, best friend to lover? A/N: Oh the angst! The pain and hearbreak and breakup and such sad things. Please reblog and comment.

Mending

You haven’t answered calls or texts for almost three days now. You haven’t showered either and barely eaten anything. Why should you? You just want to sleep because when you are awake, you lie and stare on the picture on your phone’s screensaver, knowing that it’d never be like that again. You’ll no longer get to wrap your arms around your boyfriend, kiss his cheek. Well...you shouldn’t even think of him as your boyfriend but old habits die hard for you at least.

You’re half asleep when there’s a knocking on the door but you just roll around with a sigh, tug your phone close to your chest and ignore it.

Or you try to.

The knocking turns into a hammering that eventually grows so loud that it sounds like the door might break. What’s worse though: you can hear your name being yelled too and you recognize that voice. Beni. You haven’t seen him in a long time because whenever you did your boyfriend would act sullen and silent afterwards. But Benimaru was your best friend and you’d made sure to send him a text every now and then when you were at work or on the loo...send and then delete all evidence. You’d hated sneaking about like that but you always ended up doing it again.

Now he’s screaming outside your door: “C’mon! I know you’re in there! I just need to make sure you’re okay then I’ll leave again if that’s what you want! Open!”

You gather the blanket around you as you sit up slowly. Even the little bit of movement makes you dizzy but you manage to get to your feet and shuffle out into the hall, where you unlock the door and peek out past the crack.

“Waddyawant?” you mumble, blinking against the sunlight.

Beni is still standing with a hand lifted to bang on the door with as he takes what little he can see of you in and you become disgustingly self-aware of what a mess you are as he lowers the fist and his mouth fall open.

“Fucking hell you’ve had me freaking out,” he admits. “Can I come in?”

You hadn’t wanted to let him in but now he’s here it feels just a tiny bit less horrible so you shrug and shuffle to the couch.

Beni follows. You can hear him sniffing and he makes a detour to open a window in the kitchen and then the two in the living room.

Then he turns to you. “You’re a fucking mess,” he points out the obvious, arms crossed across his broad chest.

“Thank you. Good to see you too,” you hiss before tipping over onto your side, taking up almost all the space – the couch is not that big.

“C’mon,” he drawls, “y’know what I mean. You send me that text and then you ghost me? I have to come here to find that you’re a ghost, almost?” He comes over, lifting you partially to get a spot to sit before letting your head rest on his thigh. “So...before I make you shower...what happened?”

You don’t want to talk about it but the thing with Beni is that he can be silent and you hate silences so of course you want to fill it with something. Anything. Slowly but surely, the words starts pouring out of you about how you’d find out your boyfriend was cheating on you. With his ex whom he’d always said was just a friend now. Of course he denied it at first when you confronted him. The man was even cocky enough to give you his phone and yeah maybe he didn’t think you were really going to search it but you did and there they were, messages send from her except her number was saved under a different name. Texts full of intimate details and plans. He couldn’t deny it any longer so he blew up in your face, screaming and yelling and telling you how it was because you weren’t good enough. That hurt.

Luck is on your side at least a little bit because the apartment is in your name and your boyfriend – your ex – had very few things he wanted from your shared home. Just his clothes and laptop. Then he left. There are still items all over the place that remind you of him, but you’ve avoided looking at them since he walked out the door. You don’t know where he’s gone to but you suspect you can guess anyways.

“What a dick!” Beni growls when your explanation ends, his hand soft on your cheek. “You’re better off without him.”

It hurts to hear in the same way that picking at a wound hurts: a sweet sting. You can feel how the pain rips in the hollow where your heart used to be, then it clogs your throat and steal your voice so you only can nod. The tears come next, hot and silent, leaving new salty streaks on top of the old tracks.

Benimaru just holds you as you sob. Silently rocking you.

Once you’ve calmed down he disappears into the bathroom and you can hear things clonking before the water starts running.

A moment later he’s back and methodically starts to unwrap you from the blanket despite your protests and you’re all too aware of the pungent smell released from under the comforting layers once he’s got you in your shorts and top...but he doesn’t care. He just picks you up and silently carries you to the bathtub where he sits you on the edge.

“Now...either you take care of this part yourself or I’ll see to it,” he flatly explains. “Get washed. Good long soak. Use one of your hair masks or whatever.”

You nod, still snivelling a bit, but remains seated until he’s out of the steamy bathroom and has closed the door after him. Then you look around: every product that belonged to your ex is gone together with the plastic bag in the bin.

“I can’t hear water splashing!” Beni suddenly yells through the door.

“Okay okay,” you mutter back.

It’s enough to get you moving, though. Slowly you peel the dirty clothes off before stepping briefly into the shower, wanting to get the worst of the dirt off before you crawl into the tub.

The moment you do abandon the shower and step into the scalding water, you have no more tears to give. The ache is still there but it’s dulled somewhat and you slowly entertain yourself with an extensive self-pampering routine while you try to ignore the odd sounds coming from whatever Beni is doing. Sometimes he’ll stop his actions and come to knock gently on the door:

“You okay in there?” he asks.

And every time you’ll hum a yes because you kind of...are? Not great. Not happy. But...at peace?

Eventually the water gets cool and you reluctantly step out of the bath and dry yourself down, making sure to scrub extra hard.

Still wrapped in the towel, you tiptoe across the hall and into the bedroom and stop. You don’t even have to investigate you just know that things are different: the bedding has been changed and if you were to look around you know you wouldn’t find the windows and memorabilia from your time with your ex. It’s all gone.

“Beni?” you call, voice wavering.

It’s too much. It’s almost like your ex was never there.

“I know,” Beni says, entering behind you, “but you need a clean start. Nothing’s tossed. You can look through it later...right now you just need you.”

Turning to see his serious expression, your vision doubles from the tears that are collecting but you’d be damned if you’ll cry more because of that ass-hole. Sniffling, you straighten up. You nod.

“You got this,” Beni promises you.

---

Tall Benimaru has somehow managed to curl up on your couch, refusing to go home for the night and have you be alone again. Still, you feel alone, lying in the big bed where there used to be someone beside you.

Tossing and turning, you eventually give up and tiptoe into the living room. You just want to see him sleep a bit, maybe that can calm you down. But of course you step right on the one single creaking floorboard and he pushes himself up by the elbows.

“You okay?” he asks, voice heavy with sleep.

“I...” You don’t really know what you want except to not be alone. “Come into bed...it’s big enough for us both,” you decide.

“You sure?” he sits up properly now, trying to read your face in the dim light of the street lamps.

“Yeah...don’t want to be alone.”

“Okay.”

He follows you as if he needs to be shown the way, blanket partially draped over a shoulder though it’s not enough to obscure the broad expanse of his naked chest.

In the bedroom, he lets you get settled in first before crawling into bed, close to the edge to allow for enough room between the two of you.

“I don’t bite,” you point out, earning a crooked smile.

“I might.”

“Never.”

Shuffling a bit closer, he eventually comes to rest on his side, facing you. It’s easy to reach out and take his hand, weave you fingers with his without even thinking about it until it’s done. But it feels right and he doesn’t pull his hand away.

“Hold me?” you ask, voice tiny and fragile like the little bloom of something inside your raw chest.

“Always.”

He scoops you into his arms easily, chest to back so you can feel his heartbeat thundering and his breathe slowly levelling out. There, you drift a way. You barely register the soft kiss he places on your temple.

[leah-land]

FIRE FORCE FRIDAYS, HECK YEA, LET'S GO 🔥

[never-enough-fanfiction]

what is everybody doing there again

Me: *chews on her pasta and checks tumblr* Me: Why is this blog alive again? *intense thinking* Me: NEW SEASON DROPPED

[sundestruct]

woah i actually remembered my login for this account...

[snakeycaitdesigns]

|2024|

Beni! Beni! Beni!

[pancakey-haley]

A random Beni in between all my OP stuff

[runabout-river]

The new chapter for Gods of Love (making) is finally here! Toji is going to poke people with needles to make them feel better. Benimaru wonders how child Toji would've treated him as a child (he doesn't like the answer but can't deny it being true), and both discover something unexpected under an old well.

[ezariumi]

≡ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[1-800-clouds]

Google, how does one draw men

[mrsoharaa]

"Shh, you can handle it sweetheart, you're doing so well for me, look" he whispers almost intoxicatingly condescendingly, drawing the warm pad of his thumb along your swollen, click clit. Kisses the side of your head, as he makes you look down at the sticky mess you were making against his smooth rhythm on your pretty clit, the heat from his swirling digit only igniting that building, warm fire deep within your fluttering stomach. Edging that upcoming, skin enthralling orgasm from the depths of your jittering body, cooing you into a deep sea of euphoric bliss and searing pleasure.

The sound of his smooth, crisp voice only added on to your growing, radiating arousal.

[neptunesnxpple]

thinking of returning here

i have a few unfinished drafts, mostly shigaraki x reader and benimaru x reader, and a few gaara x reader (most difficult bc he was my og awakening as a kid lol)

feels weird saying this but i prefer the wimpy crusty shigaraki vs the trim muscular version u ^ u

[tarithenurse]

Children of fire

Fandom: Fire Force Pairing/starring:Shinmon Benimaru x GN!reader Word count: 455. Content: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort. A/N: Don’t know where this came from. My apologies. Please like/comment/reblog.

Children of fire

It’s been dark for hours when you finally give up and go to bed even if you know that you won’t be able to sleep. It’s too quiet on nights like these. The fear walks beside you.

You know Benimaru will be fine. He always is. That’s part of what made him the captain of the special fire force and why you, Konro, and everyone else trust him implicitly. And even so...when he and the men are out, extinguishing a fire or worse....you can’t find rest because you fear that he won’t come back. Or at least not come back unscathed.

Benimaru carries a lot on his shoulders. Captain, husband, leader of Asakusa, and the one to put the burning to rest. It weighs on him and yet he never complains but you see it on him when he thinks no one is looking or when he sleeps...unless you snuggle in to him, holding him tight...then he sighs in his sleep and a small smile graces the normally frowning face.

Lately it’s been worse. There have been an increasing occurrence of combustions and even though Benimaru would never dream of letting anyone else handle these cases it’s clear that he wish he didn’t have to.

“You grant them rest,” you reminded him this evening as he left to the sound of the alarm.

He had just nodded before pulling you into a quick embrace, inhaling your scent. Then he was gone.

That’s hours ago. Even from your window you’ve been able to see the flames and smoke above the roofs and you know it’s a bad one.

----

Darkness is enveloping you. Outside the streetlamps are burning softly but the light can’t penetrate the curtains...at least there’s no more glow of flames in the distance.

You must have dosed off for once – you almost never fall asleep alone – because you can hear the familiar sound of Benimaru in the shower even if you haven’t heard him come in. Turning your pillow, you wait for him.

You don’t have to wait long before the water is turned off and briefly after that you hear Beni come into the room and sit on the edge of the bed. Reaching for him, you find his muscular back in the dark, allowing the tips of the fingers to run over him. There’s a sigh. Getting on to your knees, you shuffle closer to him, embrace him from behind and he grabs your arm, pulling you close.

“Tough one?” you ask quietly.

“Nah.” His voice is broken and you know he’s lying. There’s nothing you can say to make it easier.

These kinds of nights you cuddle up and just hold on tight to each other until exhaustion claims you.

[dazedantics]

You always liked to watch Asakusa's king of destruction each chance you got.

He was strong, no doubt, but that wasn't exactly why you watched him.

There was something unmistakable about him.

No matter if he was in the midst of a battle, gaze focused on the poor soul he wanted to die honorably. Fire blazing in his eyes and in the air.

Helping rebuild the town after each fight and making rounds to check up on everyone. Reluctantly replying to anyone who chatted him up or accepting any gifts people refused to let him leave without.

Watching after the two young girls who were rascals to most everyone. Training all those people in the fire force, guiding them to the right path.

It was admirable really.

Seeing how much he did for the place and how much everyone appreciated him for it.

But that one unmistakable feature is what truly keeps your attention locked on him.

It wasn't his mismatch pink eyes, his slouched shoulders, his cold and "couldn't care less" demeanor, his unspoken confidence, or his blunt remarks.

It was lips.

No, not how soft they looked or the fullness of them.

But their downward curve, the frown they seemed permanently set in.

For as long as you had known him, you had never seen him smile. No one had, really.

Had never even seen a flicker of a smirk or a brief smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You liked to watch him because you couldn't figure that out.

He of all people had a reason to smile. He had people he cared about and vice versa, he had the bare necessities, he had stability, he had good looks.

So why?

You wanted to figure it out.

Sad to say, that was easier said than done.

Benimaru always seemed to try and swat away conversations, and he doesn't always use a kind or roundabout way either.

Try too hard and you'd probably end up as someone he'd keep an eye on. And that's not a good thing.

Still, you couldn't help your curiosity.

So you began to walk up to him, "Hey, Maru-chan."

(I can't call him "Beni" cause I just end up thinking of the blue cow in Dora, so I just refer to him as Maruchan. What do you all call him)

[runabout-river]

Two Fire Force characters who can get through Inifinity

Shinra and Sho Kusakabe

Just a quick write up about these two getting through the ultimate defence of this menace 👇 something that's been on my mind for more than a year because that's how long I've been writing my JJK/Fire Force crossover that will finish Part 1 in the next 2 weeks with 220k words and 60 chapters.

Under normal circumstances, Shinra can't penetrate Infinity at all except when he uses his Adola link. With the power granted through Adola, Shinra can surpass the speed of light after which his body disintegrates, he travels back in time and then rematerializes at the place of impact he was aiming for.

This means, that Infinity doesn't exist for him as a barrier in that state. He can circumvent it to hit Gojo in the face. One could argue though that Infinity might still trap him; that the moment he re-materializes he gets stuck in the air but I'd say that he would still make an impact on Gojo before his body regains its mass that can be trapped in Infinity.

Sho's fourth generation ability with the help of his Adola link, let's him stop time for a short while. We have 2 explanations for how Infinity works; one is the neutral application of Blue that makes everything stop and the other is the mathematical explanation where the distance an adversary has to take to hit Gojo becomes infinit which slows the movement speed of any attack down to near zero.

Without time, Infinity stops existing in both cases. Blue's pull ability wouldn't work and with it the neutral application of it and for any mathematical formular that's about distance and speed you need time in the equation as well, if that's not there than you don't have any speed or distance either.

So, yes. Shinra and Sho, with their fourth generation abilities, can kick some ass when it comes to Gojo. Not too much, but at least some. And they wouldn't need Makora to teach them either.