Could you maybe do headcanon for benimaru,o gun,Arthur from fire force when they accidentally grab there s/o’s breast
Gonna tweak the request a bit and make it so that reader isnt their gf, that way its more awkward :)) lil under 2k
contains: benimaru shinmon x fem bodied reader, ogun montgomery x reader, slight NSFW (STILL NO MINORS 😡😡) light violence
(a/n) sorry this took me so long to get out, i have a lot goin on rn, hope you’re still able to enjoy this as i cut it short and didn’t include arthur (wanted to hurry and post and he’s hard to write for considering i find him a lil goofy :p)
**(y/n/n)= your nick name
Benimaru: grips your breasts while saving you from an infernal.
you’re a local vendor selling your farm fresh goods on a breezy and bright day in asakusa.
beni often stops by your stand to quietly gaze at the assortment of lush veggies and prepared meals for others to buy and reheat.
he’s partial to buying those for his lunches, he loves your home cooking and is thankful that you sell things like these. unless konro has cooked for the squad, benimaru often forgets to really sit down for a well balanced(or tasty) meal.
he always looks so shy and awkward whenever he’s shopping at your stand. brows droopy like he feels weird to be seen with one of your cute shopping totes in hand while he browses the salads and bright juice bottles.
when he gets to the counter he slides the tote with his items over and listens to you greet him excitedly.
“captain shinmon! it’s so lovely to see you shopping with me again☺️ did you like the pumpkin curry and rice last time?”
“benimaru… chan, please.”
you look up from tallying his items and your nose twitches in confusion. he hardly ever talks and if he does it’s usually curt gruffs of “hello.” “goodbye.” and “how much?”
your cheeks warm and your toe reflexively digs into the soft ground. eye contact is so difficult with him. you just feel so small but grateful?
“i-i hope you liked the curry, beni-chan.”
the look on his faceee 🥺 after hearing you squeak out the sweet honorary his heart melts. the lines around his eyes soften as a tiny smile licks at the tips of his lips. you’re so precious.
his lips begin to part and somehow form the words he’s been waiting for all this time; at last he has the guts to ask you for your name properly this time.
but in the moment he clears his throat a vicious fire roars to life just meters from your stand.
an infernal has awoken and screeches loud enough to leave everyone in the market at a horrified stand still.
the human-turned-creature’s eyes fasten on your shocked frozen form and begins to sprint towards you
“hold onto me now!”
benimaru darts beside you, and then behind, using his arm to encircle around your waist and up your chest before settling between your breasts securely.
the force of being propelled upward and through curtains had you cowering as much as you could in the captains arms.
he chooses an alleyway blocks away to settle down in so you can catch your breath; he needs to close his eyes and catch his too. that infernal was going to come right for you. what if he hadn’t been there to react and get you safely away so quickly?
and that’s when he freezes in realization: he just left an unattended infernal in the middle of the busy public market. He needs to get back now.
“my… my apologies (y/n)-“ his coarse voice sighs
“uh, benimaru-chan?” he can feel your warm chest continue to rise, then fall rapidly. he wonders why it’s difficult for you to get your breathing under control. did you land okay? hopefully you didn’t twist your ankle or anything on the way down
when his eyelids finally flutter open to asses the situation he fucking notices it,,,, the ardent grip he has on your titty.
it must’ve happened the moment he scooped you up and flew away. he just hadn’t realized the manor in which he’s been cupping it the last 5 minutes.
your flesh is soft n squishy and he can feel the ridges if your puckering nipple beneath the soft cloth of your kimono, he doesn’t wanna let go.
beni wonders to himself what the weight of your breast would feel like jiggling between his palms. fuck how would the weight of your breast feel on his tongue, encased in his mouth? and—
“beni !”
oh fuck- it’s his pale veiny hand that’s splayed across your supple flesh; that’s why you were trying to get his attention.
his eyes land on you with a far away yet enamored twinge, the look causes your knees to buckle a little. good thing his arm is still around you keeping your backside planted firmly against his front
it’s the hand on that same arm that has clasped itself firmly to the warm, soft tissue of your breasts. the same hand that’s been subconsciously flexing and squeezing in either fascination or adrenaline you can’t really tell.
the murky look in his eyes clears and benimaru’s neck snaps downward to finally see where he connects with an incredibly intimate part of you
his cheeks flush ruby red but he keeps his composure and politely apologizes. beni defiles you in his mind but is very polite on the outside 💗
he thinks about what you would sound like if he had the chance to play with them. thinks about what they would look like glazed in his copious release
he does have to leave to get back to the infernal but he calls konro to come get you and bring you back to the station to be looked over
beni really just wants to gather the courage to tell the local farm girl he would love to take her out for dinner and a stroll some evening
Ogun: Accidentally grabs your breasts while sparing with you and gets a little flushed since you were training with friends :(
he really really didn’t mean to
you were just talking so much shit in front of everyone; and honestly he was being nice about it at first.
pursing his lips shut but smiling with his eyes locked on you as you bragged greedily to everyone on your squad
bragged about how the other day you managed to pin ogun on the spar mat for a whole 30 seconds while his massive frame struggled within the lock you had him in
he gets why you’re so proud. you’re smaller than him, have far less experience in strength training, and all the hard work e’s been helping you with felt as if it was finally paying off with results
but with all this pompous bragging ogun feels like it would be kinda funny to humble you in front of everyone. show you that he’s been holding his power back for the most part so you could actually have a counterpart to realistically spar with.
you’re still chortling with everyone in a circle when ogun walks over from the locker rooms.
a hint of his pearly whites flash as a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. time to prove you wrong
“(L/N)!” ogun booms to get your and the groups attention, the laughter stops and you all peer at him confused as to why he’s yelling in an empty gym 💀
his bright orange eyes flash with mischief when they meet yours. the soldier begins lifting his arms to pull his shirt off, revealing rows of tight abs flexing underneath deep brown skin.
he arches an eyebrow at your silence, further challenging you. you should already know what this is about.
“w-whatever, montgomery. just don’t cry when i’ve kicked your ass again in front of everyone this time.” 🙄
you both meet on the mat with a silent tension. where ogun's eyes are lit with giddiness, your brows are still tightened in a mix of annoyance and concentration. the last thing you want is to be caught off guard directly into the match
ogun towers over you. the 20 something year old fire soldier stood at about 6’4 and weighed well over 240 pounds in solid muscle. he had brooding shoulders and a thicket pair of thighs attached to legs that almost looked resembled tree trunks
a cocky smirk rests comfortably on his face as he sets his body into spar position.
“just tap out if i'm too rough, kay? (y/n/n)*”
you blow out something between a scoff and snort at his remark and squat down into your defense position.
your squad is off to the far side of the mat giggling at the sight of you two. a medium build woman up against this hulk beast of a man. maybe they thought it was comical but they clearly hadn’t ever seen your agility compared to ogun’s
“Reeeaddyyy?” your friends lifted their arms into the air in mock signal. your eyes cut to ogun and you shot him a smirk back. it was cute how he always prematurely won in his head.
“FIIIGHT!!” a crowd of arms swung down eagerly initiating the combat training.
Ogun lunges for you right away, he knows he’s much more massive than you and if he wants to close in the fight, and fast, he has to pin you from the start, ASAP.
His bulky arms stretch out on either side of him as he collects more and more speed springing from the opposite side of the map.
your instincts tell you that because trying to dodge left or right would be moot, considering his range.
as the gap closes and his biceps zero in around you, you allow your left leg to give out and let your dead weight drop to the floor.
His arms brace around nothingness as he whizzes past you
you use his split second of confusion to recover from the dodge and turn around while ogun was still faced the other way.
it had to be now or never. your lungs quickly breathed in as you used your heel to shove hard into the back of your opponent's knee.
the sudden move caused his frame to stagger to the ground on his knees; you used the advantage of his crouched body to swing your thighs around his neck and curl your core with all your might to bring your two bodies down.
his neck was secured snugly between your thighs while his beefy arms swung around spastically trying to get out of the thigh hold
“damn it!” he throatily squreeched
“just tap out and it’ll be over already.” you replied with a smug grin
Ogun is able to wiggle his arm free up through your legs and tries to grab your neck to reverse the hold.
at least— Its what he thought he was grabbing until his veiny hand closes around supple flesh. He even squeezes because thats not what necks feel like right?
this is different. while still warm it’s jiggly and soft. when he squeezes even harder he can feel a hardening pucker underneath the layers of fabric n ogun wonders what would happen if he just rubbed—
“Ogun tap the mat!! that's my titty!” you really refused to lose.
“O-oh shit y/n sorry!!”
Hes avoiding you the rest of the day and you feel bad because you want to tell him it's okay. It was just an accident.
But when you stop by the locker room to talk to him in private so hes not as embarrassed, you hear grunts and groans along with the streams of shower water.
coarse groans “fuuuck (y/n), so soft” and “please, lemme touch you more.” caused you to hyperventilate while your eyes crossed
