Paring: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader
Summary: You’re not a supe. You’re breakable. Soldier Boy sometimes forgets that.
AN: A more reformed Soldier Boy (AU post-season 3) has to come to terms with his strength.
Word Count: 1,000 Warnings: 18+ only for nudity. Also language and fluff.
“What the fuck is this?” he asks.
You’re still half-asleep, because Ben had been absently stroking a thumb across your back. He sits up against the headboard of the bed you so often share, already drinking a cup of coffee. He looks damn-near domestic…
Until he actually looked down at the bruises peeking out at him from beneath the sheets. He sets down his mug and pushes the sheets down.
He then stares at the marks that litter your back, waist, hips, and ass. You shoot him an annoyed look at being bared so early in the morning.
“What’re you doing?” you ask.
He manhandles you just firmly enough to turn you over so he can see your face—out from where it had been buried in your pillow. Despite yourself, you greet his annoyingly handsome face. It's covered with neatly trimmed stubble, and with the back of your hand you touch his cheek in affection. He pushes it away.
“You got something to tell me?” he says, more of a demand than a question. “Answer me. What the fuck happened here?”
He gestures at a prominent dark-bluish mark on the inside of your thigh. You sigh and give him a patient look (and that is an effort in itself).
“Nothing,” you reply. A cheeky smile starts to play at your lips, but Ben’s brows furrow in irritation. He knows you’re messing with him, and he doesn’t appreciate it.
“You work at a damn desk. Unless you’re getting nailed by the mail guy—”
“Get fucking serious, Ben.” You dismiss that with a roll of your eyes. He tilts his head at you. His mouth works, and his gaze becomes suspicious. But you notice an edge of worry behind his eyes.
Has someone hurt you? Threatened you?
It hasn’t been the first time the latter had happened. Even though Soldier Boy was officially pardoned and now works as a contracted ally with Supe Affairs, he still has plenty of hated enemies. It doesn’t help that you also work in the thick of it—running surveillance for the team.
So you decide to put him out of his misery.
“You really don’t remember?” you ask wryly.
At Ben’s raised brow, your lips quirk at the corner.
“You don’t remember two days ago? When you met me at my office for lunch, which consisted of you rudely sweeping all my hard work to the floor and ultimately breaking my new desk?”
Realization lights up Ben’s face, and his mouth edges into a smirk.
“We were breaking it in,” he corrects you.
Good times, he thinks, before another, less fun realization hits him: his hands are responsible for the patchwork quilt of bruises that litter your skin.
And he remembers, yet again, that he has the very real capacity to hurt you.
You notice how he takes pains to be gentle, slowly brushing the back of his hand across your thigh.
“It’s not the first time,” you remind him.
“It could be the last,” he reminds you. Your face doesn’t change.
You won’t take compound V. Not for him. Not for anyone.
But with shit like this, he wonders why you stay with him.
“It’s good for you to remember your own strength,” you say, only half-teasing. He turns away from you.
Ben grumbles, “You wanna gamble with your fucking life, that’s up to you.”
You shake your head.
“Don’t do that.” You lean on his shoulder from behind and caress his back—smooth of any scars. You can’t help but prod at him again. “Real men don’t sulk.”
He shoots you a look over his shoulder. You giggle at his green-eyed annoyance.
The truth is, you make it difficult for him not to care. Not to be a softer man.
He fucking hates soft.
But…just for you, he could do it. Just a little.
He closes his hand over yours, which rests on his chest.
“Sorry,” he says. His voice is deep and holds the weight of his sincerity. That one word also encompasses how much progress his relationship with you has made.
Instead of answering, you kiss his shoulder, the back of his neck. He turns around and strokes your cheek, knowing from your eyes that you don’t hold anything against him.
“You don’t have to treat me like a porcelain doll, but I don’t need to look like a checkerboard either,” you tease.
Ben rolls his eyes and slides his arms under you, pulling your naked body onto his bare chest and making you squeal. You meet his eyes as his hand soothes down your back.
“How about this,” he says. “Come up with a safe word.”
You laugh. “We already have one.”
“That’s for other shit,” Ben says, grinning. “Let’s have one just for this. Whenever you wanna remind me to tone it down.”
His hands are careful when they grasp a non-aching portion of your hips. You look down on him fondly, and you consider his suggestion.
“Hmm…pineapples,” you decide. It’s the first obnoxious thing that comes to mind.
“No,” he says. “Veto.”
“What? You can’t veto. It’s my safe word.”
“I’m not gonna be balls deep inside you hearing pineapples in my ear.”
You shake your head at your boyfriend and frame his face with your hands, squeezing his head in exasperation.
“Fine. How about…checkers,” you suggest. A teasing smile comes to your face, even if it pulls his lips into a frown. “So you remember we had this conversation.”
You can tell he doesn’t entirely like it, but he nods in agreement.
“Good. Now, care to join me for a bath?” you ask. Ben is reluctant; he knows you’re going to pour in a shit ton of frilly-smelling soap and bath salts that feel uncomfortable to sit on. But he’s open to the bath time shenanigans that usually ensue.
“I am still a bit sore,” you say, giving him an imploring look. He levels you with a knowing frown. Using his guilt against him is a dirty tactic, and you always employ it well to your advantage.
“Fine. But we’re using regular fucking soap,” he says. You smile and press a lingering kiss to his lips.
But you both know that the second his back is turned, you’re going to dump in your lavender-scented bath bubbles anyway.
AN: I found this basically sketched out in my files and decided to clean it up and put it out there! Let me know what you think. I know it's a much softer Soldier Boy than we're used to seeing. ;)
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Warnings: devil trigger sex, demon cum, marking, fem!reader,
Tag list: @actuallysaiyan @loki-love @the-eternal-sunflower
Nero had returned to you from Redgrave City with all kinds of surprises. The first you noticed was that his arm had grown back. After copious amounts of lizard jokes had been made, he finally managed to sit you down to talk about his family. You were happy for him that he finally got the answers he’d wanted for so long, but considering how it had all turned out you could definitely sense a lingering sadness.
“There’s something else,” he says. “I think it might be easier to show you.”
“Oh?”
“Promise you won’t like run out of the house screaming or anything,” Nero says with a playful smirk. He knows by now you don’t scare that easy. You couldn’t be with him if you did, still you play along with him.
“I promise,” you roll your eyes.
“Okay,” he swallows hard before putting a safe distance between the two of you.. The air feels a little different suddenly as Nero starts focusing on his energy. The hair on your arms stands up in reflex. Suddenly the bedroom lights up in shades of blue. Where Nero once stood before you appearing perfectly human, a devil stands before you now. Although, you can’t help thinking he looks like an angel.
“Oh, Nero.”
You raise up off the bed to approach him carefully. His chest rises and falls rapidly with every deep breath. You reach out to run your fingers over the glowing blue veins across his chest and you bite your lip as you look up into his yellow eyes.
“It’s beautiful,” you gasp.
His heart races even faster as you start gently exploring the curves, spikes, and armored skin of his body. Your fingers soothe through the soft white locks flowing down his back, and to your surprise Nero purrs. It’s a deep, rumbling sound like a lion.
His spectral wings open up and wrap around you, pulling you in closer. In this form, Nero is more aware of everything. He can hear the steady rush of your blood in your veins and the beating of your heart. He can smell your natural scent, and the lingering arousal. He swears he can even smell the intoxicating pheromones your body releases when you’re aroused. His body reacts to it all before he has a chance. The head of his cock pokes through the slit of the protective shell until finally his full, ridge length is revealed. The fluid leaking from the tip has a pearly sheen and it’s luminescent. His wings pull you in until his cock is pressed against your stomach. He strokes your cheek softly, careful not to hurt you with his claws.
“Oh!” you look down at his cock leaking against the front of your shirt. “It’s…so different.”
You pull back a little to give you room to grasp his cock. You spread the warm precum over the ridged, glowing shaft. He purrs again on instinct, but you feel his hand wrap around your wrist.
“We shouldn’t,” he says. The voice is so deep and gravelly you can barely recognize it as being Nero. “I could hurt you.”
You lean up to kiss him softly, “I know you wouldn’t. I trust you, baby.”
You kiss him again before sinking onto your knees. Despite Nero’s protests, the hands on the ends of his spectral wings reach down to stroke your hair. You wrap your hand around his cock again. It’s so thick your fingers barely touch, but you do your best to start stroking him. You lean in to lick the leaking tip, and you’re surprised to find the precum is sweet and hot. It’s like lavendar almost, but there’s something you can’t identify. Somehow it draws you in to lick it up even more. You look up into his eyes as you swirl your tongue around the head before sucking on it gently.
“If you keep doing this, I might lose control” he hisses.
“I trust you, baby.”
The spectral hands push you down to lick his cock again, but his real hands are on your shoulders as though prepared to push you away at any moment. He loses his resolve with every flick of your tongue. He’s even more sensitive in this state, and it’s driving him crazy. He can only imagine how good your pussy would feel right now. His head falls back as he growls with pleasure.
“I need to fuck you,” he says finally.
You’re surprised to hear these words coming from him, but you have no intentions on turning the chance down. You stand up to kiss him again, and his tongue eagerly slips into your mouth. The whole time he’s guiding you to the bed, you’re making out.
He pushes you onto the bed and rips your clothes to shreds in his efforts to strip you down. Your pussy is dripping all over the sheets once you're nude. It occurs to Nero that his precum might have had an aphrodisiac in it to optimize breeding. He spreads your thighs and slots himself between them. His spectral hands hold onto your hips, leaving him free to touch you as he pleases.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks gently.
“I’m sure,” you whine. The warmth and tingling need in your core is almost unbearable. You need him inside of you so bad. Your skin is so hot all over. “Please, Nero.”
He guides his cock to your hole, and slowly pushes inside of you. The ridged, rough texture of his cock is a little strange but it feels so good. White hot pleasure lights up in the pit of your stomach when he bottoms out and finally picks up a deep, slow pace.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls before leaning down to kiss you roughly. Your hands tangle in his white hair.
His cockhead pushes against your cervix as he pushes into you as deeply as he can. The ridges of his cock stimulate every sensitive spot inside of you so you’re already seeing stars.
“Look at this baby,” he coaxes your attention. You follow his sight to your stomach. There at the base you can see a faint blue glow. It appears and disappears every time he ruts his hips. You're entranced by the sight of it.
“Is that…?”
“That’s my cock,” he chuckles.
You whine as he picks up the pace. The bed creaks as he fucks you hard and fast. You cry out and cling to him as your orgasm crashes over you. You’re blinded by the sheer pleasure.
Nero nuzzles against your neck and right as he reaches his peak, his fangs sink into your skin. You cry out from the surprise of this sensation. It stings, but there’s a tingling pleasure spreading through your neck. He keeps biting down as he fills you up with shot after shot of thick cum.
He’s slumped against you, trying to catch his breath when he switches back to his base form. His cock softens and slips out of you on its own. He’s never felt so fucking spent. Your skin still feels warm against him, and he sees the glowing on your neck from the mark he left.
“You definitely took this news better than expected,” he says softly as he moves to lay beside you.
“We definitely have to do that again,” you sigh happily.
Cole - 184 cm
Zane - 180 cm
Kai - 179 cm
Lloyd - 175 cm
Jay - 167 cm
Nya - 166 cm
Probably I’ll make posts about them individually, but for now have them in the group.
VOLUME 4 UPDATE!!
damn girl ur eyebags and shitty one liners have captivated me
Suddenly remembered about my DMC fan poster series from 2019!
Daddy Kink ⋆ Aizawa Shota
Warnings ⚠️: Daddy Kink, Sub Bottom Male Reader, Dom Top Aizawa, Age-Gap (20/31), Semi public sex, Blowjob, No condom used, 18+ MDNI
Words used: cock, dick, hole, sweetheart, baby, slut, daddy, good boy
Fem Aligned DNI.
(Y/N) has been Aizawa's helping hand these past few months in teaching, when Aizawa was still severely injured. Now that the black haired male healed (Y/N) should've left, but Aizawa decided to keep him because it made teaching easier.
Class had just ended and all the students left, the only ones still in the room were (Y/N) and Aizawa. (Y/N) wore quite the revealing outfit, not really fit for teaching, so Aizawa decided to point it out.
"Your outfit is quite revealing." He said in his usual monotone voice, he checked (Y/N) out before quickly looking back down at the papers in his hand.
"I know, I didn't do the laundry and that was the only thing left. Sorry." (Y/N) explained softly, he was organising some papers.
"Don't let it happen again." Aizawa replied. (Y/N) only nodded in embarrassment, handing the organised papers to the black haired pro-hero. One of the papers fell and (Y/N) picked it up, when he bend over some of his ass cheek was revealed.
Aizawa stared with wide eyes, not understanding why he didn't notice sooner that his assistant is so attractive.
(Y/N) got up and handed the paper to Aizawa, who was trying to regain his composure. "Everything okay?" (Y/N) asked.
"You're shorts a very short." Aizawa only spoke in reply, then (Y/N)'s face got hot.
"O, oh.. I didn't notice.." (Y/N) tried to fix his shorts. "I guess I shouldn't bend over in these shorts, then." (Y/N) looked at Aizawa.
Aizawa chuckled in disbelief about what he was gonna say next, "Or maybe you should more often." (Y/N) perked up when he heard the older man say that.
"What?" (Y/N) asked unsure. "You heard me, pretty thing." Aizawa muttered as he stared (Y/N) into his eyes, the taller male took a step closer to (Y/N).
(Y/N)'s breath got stuck in his throat, his face turned hot as he didn't understand what was happening.
Aizawa picked up a pencil from the table and threw it on the floor, "pick it up." He whispered in a husky tone.
(Y/N) gulped and slowly bend over to pick it up, revealing, again, his ass cheeks to the older man. Though the one thing that is different now is that he felt Aizawa's strong hands on them.
(Y/N) was shocked, not because of the inappropriate gesture but because he felt attracted to it. He was turned on.
Aizawa began to knead (Y/N)'s butt like dough. "You've got a nice ass, maybe that's why you show it around?" Aizawa teased.
"N, no! I just forgot to do my-" (Y/N) started before getting interrupted.
"Yeah, yeah. You forgot to do your laundry." Aizawa mocked in a sarcastic tone. "You probably did it on purpose. Or you did it so an older man could take advantage of you, no?" Aizawa pressed his boner against (Y/N)'s round butt.
"Ah.. no.." (Y/N) mumbled as he pushed his ass back, loving the feeling of the fat cock pressing against it. (Y/N) felt himself tighten in his shorts.
"You like letting an older man take care of you?" (Y/N) only nodded in reply, ashamed of his answer.
(Y/N)'s legs started to feel uncomfortable as he was still bend over, "Aizawa.." (Y/N) murmured. The 20 year old couldn't keep himself up and fell on his knees, looking back with doe eyes to Aizawa.
"Turn around." The black haired male said. (Y/N) immediately did as told, now looking up at the man. Then (Y/N)'s eyes got stuck on the bulge in Aizawa's pants, (Y/N) licked his lips lewdly.
"You wanna taste it, huh?" Aizawa smirked. (Y/N) nodded like a sweet puppy. "Help yourself, sweetheart." Aizawa teased.
(Y/N)'s hands immediately fumbled with Aizawa's belt, he took it off and opened his jeans. Pulling them down with Aizawa's boxers, only so far that the fat cock could spring out.
(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the size. Then Aizawa took it in his hand and slapped in softly against (Y/N)'s soft cheek. "Go on, open your mouth, baby."
(Y/N) opened his mouth and let his wet tongue fall out, Aizawa stuck his thumb in (Y/N)'s mouth and opened his mouth a bit more.
Then he guided his red tip to (Y/N)'s tongue, moving his hips so the fat cock could rub against the tongue.
Then all of a sudden he thrusted in, (Y/N) gagged violently and tears pricked at his eyes. "You look like a slut." Aizawa groaned out as he thrusted softly into the mouth.
(Y/N) only gurgled something incoherent. Aizawa pulled out and laid the cock on (Y/N)'s face, it was the same length.
"What was that slut?"
(Y/N) only smiled lewdly as he licked the huge dick on his face, he took it into his hand and jerked it slowly before he took it into his mouth again.
His plump lips looked gorgeous around the fat cock, he bobbed his head softly as he gagged softly. He wasn't used to such a size. Aizawa's hand went to the back of (Y/N)'s head and then he pushed (Y/N)'s head completely onto his dick.
(Y/N) gagged, he breathed in through his nose, he smelled the musky scent from the older man. (Y/N) moaned and whimpered as his mouth was used for Aizawa's own pleasure.
"Oh fuck.. such a good little boy." Aizawa groaned out as he continued abusing (Y/N)'s mouth. (Y/N) held onto Aizawa's thighs to steady himself.
(Y/N)'s dick started hurting and begging for release. Drool was falling down at the sides of (Y/N)'s mouth, falling onto his tight shirt.
Aizawa pulled out, a string of saliva connecting to (Y/N)'s mouth and Aizawa's cock. (Y/N) was breathing heavily.
Then Aizawa roughly pushed (Y/N) onto the floor, ass up. (Y/N) moaned as Aizawa pulled his pants off and underwear, letting his dick spring out and hang between his thighs.
(Y/N) shuddered as Aizawa put two fingers onto his tight hole as he rubbed it softly, he spit onto the hole for lubricant and then pushed one finger in.
"hng.. oh.. yes.." (Y/N) moaned out, "Such a tight hole for daddy.." Aizawa said and (Y/N) nodded like a bitch in heat.
"Oh do you like that?" Aizawa pushed another finger in, now (Y/N) felt the sting as he was getting worked open. "Yes.." (Y/N) hissed out lowly in reply.
(Y/N)'s hand went to his hard and leaking dick, stroking it softly. Aizawa slapped his hand away, "Not yet, baby." A harsh slap was sent to (Y/N)'s right ass cheek.
"I'm sorry.." (Y/N) whined out. "What was that?" Aizawa acted like he didn't understand (Y/N). Then he pulled his fingers out and harshly forced his wet cock into (Y/N)'s hole.
"I'm sorry, daddy!" (Y/N) yelled out in pain but it quickly vanished and turned into pleasure when Aizawa started thrusting.
Aizawa took (Y/N) by his throat as he pushed (Y/N)'s back against his chest. Then he quickly put his hand over (Y/N)'s mouth, "Shut up, you slut." (Y/N) moaned at Aizawa's degrading words.
(Y/N) muffled into Aizawa's hand, he let go of (Y/N)'s mouth as he pushed (Y/N) back onto the floor, holding his head down as he fucked into the wet hole.
When he hit (Y/N)'s prostate the younger one jolted forward, "t-that spot, daddy! Please.. more.." (Y/N) whined out. His hands shaking as he tried to hold onto a leg of a table.
Aizawa chuckled and pulled out, slapping his wet cock against (Y/N)'s ass cheeks.
"Noo.. why did you pull out.." (Y/N) whined softly, he wiggled his ass.
Aizawa chuckled as he hit (Y/N)'s ass harshly, (Y/N) moaned out in pain. "Put it back in.."
"What if daddy doesn't want to, huh?" Aizawa teased as he rubbed his cock between (Y/N)'s ass cheeks.
"Ugnhh.. please daddy.. please, please, please, mhh.. fuck me.." (Y/N) begged sweetly, making Aizawa chuckle.
"Gotta take more than that, baby." Aizawa muttered as he pushed the tip of his dick in but quickly slipped out to tease the younger.
"Daddy, fuck me. I need your cock so bad, I wanna cum daddy.." (Y/N) whined out as he pushed his hips back, wanting to feel the fat cock again.
Aizawa pushed against the now slightly loose hole, "Good little boy.. so good." Then he pushed in, in one go. Going back to thrusting harshly into the wet hole, enjoying the moans and whimpers that were coming from the younger.
"Daddy.. oh god.. daddy.. so good.." (Y/N) moaned as he was used like a flesh light. Aizawa grabbed the hips so harshly, he was sure it was gonna leave bruises.
Pushing (Y/N) more to the floor so he could fit his fat cock deeper into the whining mess, when he finally hit (Y/N)'s sweet spot again the younger cried out loudly. His cock already dripping with pre-cum, but he was still not allowed to touch it.
"Yes.. oh daddy.. hngg.." (Y/N) whined, the knot in his stomach getting tighter. "Wow baby.. you feel heavenly, I might as well keep you as my personal fuck toy. You would like that." (Y/N) only nodded pathetically as he was starting to form words, all were just stupid babbling.
"Daddy.. daddy mhhm.. so.. so good.." Aizawa felt himself get closer, he twitched inside (Y/N) as he fucked deeper into the wet hole.
Tears started to slip from (Y/N)'s eyes in pleasure, the snot running from his nose wasn't helping at all.
Aizawa flipped him over as he grabbed his thighs and positioned them so that they were laying on (Y/N)'s chest and his knees at his face, "Daddy.." (Y/N) could only whine out.
(Y/N)'s hole was gaping and asking for the fat cock, Aizawa thrusted in again, making sure that (Y/N) feels every inch.
"Your hole is sucking me in, doesn't ever wanna let me go.." Aizawa groaned, he started jerking off (Y/N)'s dick. Pre-cum dripping with no end, as he synced his strokes with his thrusts.
"Gonna.. cum.. daddy cumming.." (Y/N) whined when the white, sticky cum shot out of his dick. It covered his whole stomach in white.
"Ah daddy, I can't.." His legs shook as he started to feel overstimualted.
Aizawa groaned as he shot his own load into his assistant, some soft thrust to ride out his high as both breathed heavily.
Aizawa pulled out and watched the cum drip out. "Good boy.. such a good boy for daddy."
(Y/N)'s legs still shook as the black haired man started to clean them both up.
After they both were clean and dressed they sat onto the tables in the classroom. (Y/N) looked onto the floor in embarrassment.
"So, how is the relationship to your dad?" Aizawa asked in a joking manner.
"Shut up." (Y/N)'s face got hot again.
"I'm assuming not good." Aizawa chuckled.
The remake's pretty cool.
I just kept thinking of hot topic when i saw some of their costumes. Leon's villain outfit can get it ngl.
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