Hey can you do a fire force with Ogun Montgomery trying a mating press and benimaru trying a full nelson on fem reader please (separately of course)
I will try to work on Beni when I get a Chance
Your power is similar to the way the hair works in trolls because... yeah
The sun was set low in the sky, tinting the world a hazy orange hue signifying the end of the day. Everyone was inside getting ready for bed or finishing their supper. However, a dark shadow is cast over the training arena both literally and metaphorically. You stand still, eyes watching as Ogun glides along the outer edges of the wall on his fireboard. “All you have to do is catch me baby girl!” a tilted voice shouts around you like an 8D audio. Windening your stance, you allow yourself to ignite, sweat begins dripping down your face as your lustrous curls turn into a hungry yellow flame. It expands outwards, feeding off the air around you. You raise your face before whipping your head around, causing your blazing crown to whip out directionally in his oncoming direction, just barely missing Ogun as he does an ollie over your whip. “WOO, almost got me there!” he taunts, making you grit your teeth, causing your hair to begin flickering uncontrollably due to your irritation. You take a breath, calming yourself, ‘its only practice.’
Anger wasn't your most trustworthy emotion, and there have been plenty of times when losing your cool has had devastating results in an otherwise simple activity. You take a moment to think. If Ogun is surfing counterclockwise, to disrupt him, an approach from behind would probably be best. You douse your flame and let out a long breath before taking off and running towards the nearest wall. You calculate your takeoff and count down as he approaches. Ogun watches you, legs bent, ready to attempt any trick to avoid your antics, “What do you have up your sleeve, firefly?” You keep running, not losing a breath as you head towards him. Ogun rounds closer to you, and as he comes two feet before you, he raises himself in the air to vault over you, having the nerve to do a trick spin on the way down. “Not sure what your plan was, but better luck next time-”
Before he could finish his sentence, Ogun felt himself going forward, feet no longer on a stable surface. Looking over his shoulder, he sees your fiery strands holding his board as he goes tumbling down. Dropping the board, you take one step before launching yourself forward, arms stretched out and hands crooked like claws. Ogun quickly reorients himself right before you reach him and grabs your arm, swinging you around and away from him, bending you forward. You wince from having one arm behind you and begin to struggle before stopping when you realise his grip is too strong. “I tap out,” you sigh, groaning when he releases you. He lends you a smile that lets your blood boil, “Hey, you’re getting better, at least that's something!” You scoff, rolling up your shirt till it hangs around your neck, missing the way his eyes briefly drop down to view your cleavage.
“Easy for you to say, you cant burn down a house just because your feelings were hurt.” Ogun reaches a reassuring hand out, but you flinch him off, “Hey, how about next time we focus on hand-to-hand, get that mastered before we worry about your fire, huh?” You don't respond and walk away.
Later that night, you find yourself staring at your reflection, hair up in a puff and a towel around your shoulders. The sounds of crickets force their way into your ears loud and shrill. Exiting the bathroom, you walk through your living room and grab a glass of water from the kitchen sink. You stop drinking when you hear the creaking of floorboards coming from the direction of your bedroom. Placing the cup down, you slowly begin walking towards your room, a sliver of light slants across the hardwood. Pacing yourself, you shove the door open, eyes shining as you tense yourself for an ambush. Your battle stare is met with an empty room decorated only with a lamp made of titanium.
“I guess it's just the place settling-” hands slam onto your shoulder, and you're shoved forward, stumbling before turning around. “Gun, why would you do that!” You shove your boyfriend harshly, eyebrows furrowed irritably, a trait he found so cute. The hand you had placed on his chest to shove was swiftly grabbed by him and raised in the air. “I thought we would do a little combat training.” You click your teeth, “I'm not in the mood.” You attempt to pull your arm back, and Ogun pulls even harder, placing a hand on your hip. He looks down at you, fiery red eyes low and face soft but stern. “Are you sure?”
A warmth flares in your belly at the tone, and Ogun’s eyes flicker forward. Without needing to see, you know you almost ignited, and your face heats up in embarrassment. “What would you suggest?” Ogun lowers your arm, placing both hands on your hips, thumb catching on your pajama pants. “You always ignite during high levels of emotion, it's the reason why we’ve never…” He trails off, looking at you, and your brows furrowed, “Because it's too dangerous and you know that!” Ogun nods, “I've taken precaution; our whole wing has been evacuated.” In the back of his head, Ogun tries not to think of the hole the soccer tickets he bought to get everyone to leave put in his wallet.
Ogun steps forward, making you step back, then it becomes a slow dance until you reach the foot of your bed. Cupping your face, you close your eyes as his lips are placed on yours, not able to fully enjoy the feeling of his soft mouth due to your nervousness. Feathery tingles spread all over your body as he slowly lowers, hooks his fingers onto your waistband, and tugs at your bottoms before they fully fall, leaving you bare. Pushed on your back, Ogun begins unzipping his jumpsuit. His gaze is hungry and intentful. Your eyes gaze down his body, his skin looks so smooth yet tight as his muscles flex as he moves. Left only in his underwear, your eyes focus on his dick, resting uncomfortably tight in his underwear. “All that for me?” you tease, trying to lighten the mood even though your heart pounded in your chest from anxiety. Ogun palms himself through his underwear, making you swallow and your pussy tingle.
Lowering himself to eye level with you, he places a kiss on your knee, hand going under to cup your thigh, and raises your leg to rest on his shoulder. “Hey now, what are we doing there?” he chuckles, face softening as he looks at you. “I have to start slow, don’t I?” Placing a hand on your stomach, he forces you to lie back.
A shiver washes over you as you feel his breath fluttering along your inner thighs. You peek down between your legs, and your breath hitches as red eyes meet yours. Maintaining eye contact, Ogun lowers his head, flattening his tongue against your pussy, making you jerk and grip the sheets next to you. The smell of burning fabric fills your nose, and the room begins to brighten. You shake your head and try to focus on the pleasure and disconnect the feeling from your summoning. “You alright, baby?” Ogun mutters, kitten licks trailing along your skin. You close your eyes, nodding your head, lips parted as he begins to devour you.
His tongue, warm and wet, slides between your lips, teasing your entrance before he uses it to penetrate you. You begin to arch your body, a shaken moan leaving your lips, and you feel the hand holding your thigh squeeze you gently. Thick lips encompass your clit, and a gentle sucking sends your mind into a swirled haze, and you let out a deep, slow moan. “FFFuck..” Your hands are above your head, gripping the pillows above you. At this point, Ogun is crushed between your thighs as you clamped them together. The clicking of flames is increased as your hearth grows stronger, but he continues to eat, both hands holding your thighs around his head. You’re extremely slick at this point, the sounds of slurping reach your ears, and you can feel the mixture of arousal and saliva begin dripping down your ass.
“You sound so pretty, firefly.” The vibrato from his voice makes you jerk up as an orgasm stabs through you, and the room raises 8 degrees as the room lights up in your flames. “I’m cumming!” you yelp, gripping his locks, and though the stimulation is too much, you still find yourself pressing his mouth further against your pussy with no objection from him as he drinks you up, tongue thrusting rapidly inside your pussy. You begin hyperventilating as the orgasm settles, trying to get your flames to diminish, but the attempts seem to only increase the strength of the orgasm. The walls and room begin to tint a darker color as your flames flicker, and Ogun stops and looks up at you, cheek resting against your leg. “Breath, baby, I’m right here and everything is under control.” His voice brings you closer to the surface, and you look at him, hand dropping to find his. He waits and breaths with you until you settle, and the room is once again lit from only the lamp in your room.
“You didn't get to cum.” you mutter. Ogun stands up, your leg still in your hand. “Oh, I will, don't worry.” You tilt your head, confused, before squicking as your leg is lifted higher with the other joining on Ogun's shoulders to regain your positioning. Ogun kneels on the bed, hands reaching down to pull himself out through the front of his briefs. “You did alright, but I need you to do better for me, okay?” You swallow as you see the tip of his dick shining in the dim light as a trail of pre leaves it, still connected to his underwear. “Why are my legs so damn high, Ogun?” you question him as he leans over you, positioning himself. “I thought of this position the other day after I had you pinned in front of me, and I thought...” as he spoke, Ogun scootied himself flush against you, your knees to your chest, and his dick ready to plunge into your ready pussy in a downward angle. “It's so fucking big, jesus christ..”
You wiggle your hips as he presses the tip against your opening, making you both gasp as it slips past the rim, making you both groan. “Are you ready, baby? “ you nod quickly, your eyes looking too beautiful to him as they fill with determination. “I want you to stay focused and count each thrust. If you lose track, I will go faster, and you must restart.” Before you can respond, Ogun allows himself to thrust down into your pussy, the burn on him stretching you, and the deepness of the position makes you moan loudly in Ogun's here, making him grit his teeth trying to control himself. “1..” you sputter out, he raises himself again before slamming back into you, forcing a choked out ‘2’ to leave your lips, your arms weakly lift to touch his forearms that pressed so deeply into you, your legs were nearly lying next to you.
A rhythm is taken up “5,6,7,8..” you count as he fucks you in a shrill voice as youre stretched repeatedly around his dick. The feelings of pleasure are like electricity spreading throughout your body, and you force yourself to regain control of your breathing as you feel your head start to grow warm, threatening to engulf itself in flames. “You're too deep, Ogun shit!” He pauses, “That's not a number, baby.” You tense up, and Ogun begins swinging his hips into you harder, before and frequently. “Oh, shit 13-14-15!” you wheeze out, each number interrupted as your walls are brutalized, “I said you have to start over, baby, try again. “He goes faster, a low growl leaving his lips as he taunts you. The sound of his balls slapping your ass and the base of his dig meeting your pussy fills the room as failed attempts at counting leave your lips.
Your eyes roll back, and Ogun crowds over you, hands above your head, chuckling as your legs begin to tremble from the deliberate thrusts. “How are you going to be a hero when a little dick makes you this stupid?” you whine and hiccup as he slams into you and grinds his hips into you before sliding out once again. Smoke is filling the room from the concentration of your flames; your fireproof bedsheets are the only thing keeping the room intact. Ogun gazes up at your hair, flickering and fluttering every time his dicks slams back into you, and a grin spreads across his face. He peers at you, and your eyes are rolled behind your head, your pretty lips open slightly, and a continuous moan leaves them as he fucks you into the mattress. “It’s okay, Firefly, I am going to train you real good, and you’ll be the best there is.”
