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herogasm ~ soldier boy;the boys

word count: 3678

request?: no

description: in which she’s trying to leave the supe orgy, just to stumble into the room of the man who started it

pairing: soldier boy x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, praise, unprotected p in v), mentions of herogasm (the event, not the episode)

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it could be soldier boy + objectification, please?

A Woman’s Place Is In The Kitchen

Summary: Soldier Boy is such a gentleman right? So respectful to women, especially you, the woman he considers the “hottest on the team”. When you tease him a little too much, he shows you how he really feels

Pairing: Soldier Boy x reader

Warnings: swearing, misogyny, Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy, choking, slapping, ownership dynamic, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), mention of blood

Word count: 2k

This was written for kinktober, using the space “objectification”

One word to describe Soldier Boy: Asshole. Hughie keeps telling you to cut him some slack because he’s from a “different day of age”, but not a single person in the universe at any time would agree the way he talks to you is okay. You tried to be patient, hoping he’d find another grandma to bang and he would get it out of his system, but alas, he has not. Today is one of those days where no matter what you do, Soldier Boy somehow turns it into some sly comment about you. First, it was comments about women being only good for making children, then it was women belonging to men.

“I’m hungry,” Soldier boy complains.

“Then make good, stop complaining,” Frenchie says, rolling his eyes. 

“Why should I make food? I don’t even know how to use the damn oven.”

“Then how about you learn?” Butcher says, rolling his eyes.

“Why bother, y/n is right there.”

You walk into the shared apartment and look around. Everyone is staring at you with wide eyes and slack jaws. Nothing good happens when Butcher, Soldier Boy, and MM are staring at you.

“What did I miss?” You ask, carrying in the groceries.

Butcher sighs heavily, standing up while lapping his thighs.

“I’m leaving before this gets messy.”

“Same,” MM says, he pats you on the back and whispers, “Don’t kill him. Or do. I don’t care.”

You give a look between Soldier Boy and Frenchie. Frenchie looks terrified and gives you a worried look before scurrying out of the room silently. The tension between you two has been palpable all day, no one really sure as to when you will break and snap at the supe.

“What did you say?”

“I asked why I had to learn to cook since you’re here?”

“Is that because a woman’s place is in the kitchen?” You ask hesitantly.

“Is it not?”

You stare daggers into Soldier Boy whose face is confused, as if he doesn't know that what he said is wrong. Slamming the bags of groceries down on the counter, you walk around to stand in front of him on the couch. You grab the remote and turn off the tv that has been playing his god awful movies for the last three hours. Soldier Boy stands up, puffing his chest out in a dominant stance. 

“Is that really what you think of me, Ben?” You ask with an attitude, “That I’m just some kind of property that can be controlled and told what to do?” “Women are men’s property, made to serve and treat them,” he says, “any woman who think they can rule the-”

You grab him by the wrist, twisting his arm and kicking the back of his knee so he falls down. He groans in pain as you hold him in that position, causing strain to his shoulder and bruising his knees.

“Please tell me what women can and can’t do.”

“You bitch!”

Letting go of him, you back up and walk back to the groceries. Soldier Boy exhales out of his nose sharply, getting back on his feet and rushing over to you. He grabs you by the shoulder and turns you to face him, pining you between his arms to the counter top.

“What is your problem?” You ask, “You need to prove you’re a big strong man? Didn’t get validation from daddy so you have to take it out on women who you deem ‘weaker’ than you?”

“You want to know what I think of you?” he asks.

“Enlighten me.”

“I think you didn’t get fucking loved enough as a child and you try every day to prove you’re capable of being loved. I think you’re a raging bitch who refuses to accept that men are better in every way.”

“Asshole.” You raise your hand to slap him, but he catches your wrist mid air.

“Even now, you can’t accept that I’m right. You try to act all smarter and better than me because you’re from this era. In reality, you’re just as fucking scared and weak as me.”

“Did you just acknowledge you’re weak?” You ask with a smile and a cocked head.

He growls and lets go of you, walking away. Chuckling, he turns to you and points his finger at you.

“My problem is that you drive me up a wall.”

“How so? Because I’m the only person willing to call you out on your bullshit?”

“No,” he says, walking over to you and pining to you counter top again, “Because you’re the only woman who won’t throw herself at me and it drives me insane.”

“Well, boo hoo, I’m so sorry I’m not ‘easy’.”

His green eyes scan your face, his top lip twitching in the corner like he’s going to pop a blood vessel. All the most irritating things he’s ever said to you slips your mind as you feel your body go warm. Could you possibly be attracted to this man, but hid it behind all your anger and frustrations? There’s no way.

“Oh sweetheart,” he says growling, “Who said I like them easy?”

You give into the intrusive thoughts in your brain and slam your lips on his, grabbing him by the jaw and pulling him into the kiss. He grabs you by the hips and lifts you onto the counter, then wrapping your legs around his waist. The two of you grab at one another as if it’s life or death. 

Soldier Boy leans back and you let go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Both of you seem shocked by the other, not believing that there may be something between the two of you. All thoughts of confusion are shut down as he grabs your head again and kisses you hard. You lean into it, accepting this new world of emotions. 

Soldier Boy’s hands grab the bottom of your shirt and rips it off of you. You do the same to him, lifting it over his head and messing with his hair. He quickly undoes the strings to his sweatpants as you lift yourself off the counter to take your own pants off. Your pants aren’t fully off by the time he kisses you again, so you struggle to get the off of your feet as he leans closer, stroking himself off.

As soon as your pants are off, Soldier Boy doesn’t wait to thrust his cock deep inside you in one movement. There’s no foreplay, but you don’t need it. Slick runs down your leg as he thrusts in and out of you hard, your legs wrapped around his waist. Leaning back, you rest your body on your elbows as he holds a tight grip on your waist, fucking you slow and hard. He lets out a guttural moan as he pulls fully out to slam back into you. The force causes you to tilt your head back and close your eyes, focusing on the tightness in your stomach. 

You look up to see Soldier Boy’s eyes closed and mouth agape as he sinks his thick cock inside of you. He opens his eyes and makes contact with yours before wrapping his large hand around your neck and holding you in place. There’s a slight clench to his grip, just cutting off your airways to not let you properly breathe. Your head gets light and airy, all thoughts dissipating. To stop yourself from sliding against the countertop from his thrusting, you grab onto Soldier Boy’s biceps.

“Fucking fuck!” He yells, “This is all you’re fucking good for.”

His words go straight to your core with his raspy tone, his throat dry from breathing heavily. You know he’s no normal human by the way he harshly thrusts into you. Not once in your life you thought you’d fuck a supe, let alone the most infamous and irritating of them all, but it feels so right. Everything about fucking Soldier Boy is right. 

“I fucking own this pussy, you hear me?” He asks, slapping your face, “Do you fucking understand?” “Yes.”

“Louder,” he says, slapping you again.

“Yes!” “Yes, what?”

“Yes, owner!” He chuckles at the way you squirm and moan underneath him, never thinking he would get you to be this much of a mess for him. Ever since he met you, he knew you would be a problem. Everything you did would get under his skin and make him pop a boner, but you were feisty and stubborn, making it worse. Now, balls deep inside you, he tries his hardest to make it last, even though he is a supe and has a higher libido. He knew the second he sunk his cock inside you that you would wreck him and he could cum instantly.

“Fuck, you were made for me,” he groans.

His continues to fuck you hard and deep, causing your stomach to tighten and body to flush with heat. 

“Fuck, I’m close, I’m so fucking close, oh my god,” you whine.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he orders, leaning down and kissing your neck, “I want you to fucking cum on my cock.”

You release the tight ball you had been holding back and shake, cumming on Soldier Boy. He chuckles as your pussy clenches on him, making it tighter on his cock. You wrap your arms around his back and dig your nails into his skin. He wraps his arms around you and picks you up, carrying you and pressing you against a wall. He thrusts up into you, pressing you between his body and the wall. You grab at his hair, tugging it and making him smile while moaning. He leans his head into the crook of your neck and bites down, painting small bruises on your skin.

“God, this pussy is so fucking good,” he groans in your ear, “I could fuck you all day long.”

“Please,” you beg, “Fuck, please.”

“You’d like that? Be the fucking sex toy you are?”

“Fuck, Soldier Boy, don’t stop.”

He slaps your ass as he lifts you up and down on his cock.

“That’s not my name.”

“Owner.” “That’s fucking right. Who do you belong to?”

“You… you, owner!” “Good girl, you’re fucking right I own you.”

You moan out at the way Soldier Boy hits your g spot over and over again, both thrusting up into you and dropping you down on his cock. His hands dig into your cheeks as he slaps it over and over, stinging your skin a little. You feel the tightness forming in your stomach again, knowing your orgasm is getting close. Subconsciously, your body starts shaking from the sensations running up and down your spine. 

“Fuck, please owner, I’m close.”

“Such a little whore for me, so close already?” He starts to thrust into you harder, relentless pounding into you that you are sure there will be bruises in the morning. Biting down into your neck, Soldier Boy digs his nails into your skin harder and the tightness in your core breaks. You scratch his back as you try to hold onto him, your core squeezing around him. You feel your walls break down as you cum around him, making him moan loudly in your ear. Cum drips down your legs, making a mess of you and the supe. Soldier Boy doesn’t stop thrusting into you despite your cries. You nuzzle your head into his shoulder and scream as he fucks you through your orgasm. He chuckles as blood is drawn from his back.

Suddenly, the door is thrown open and slams against the wall behind the supe. You both frantically turn to see Butcher and Hughie running in guns loaded. Both of their eyes go wide as Soldier Boy doesn’t stop thrusting, your body covered by his. You chuckle as Hughie looks down and sees the supe naked form before trying to say something, but failing to. He runs out of the room making you and Soldier Boy laugh. You make eye contact with Butcher who quickly closes his eyes and lowers his gun.

“I heard screams and thought he had your head on a stick,” he groans, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

You and the supe break out into laughter as the concerned men leave the room. Soldier Boy looks up at you with his pupils blown out in lust.

“We should finish up,” he laughs, “you know, before they throw a fit.”

Warnings: smut, mentions of DT, the sparda boys are in heat, fem!reader

The Sons of Sparda go into heat, and this how they deal with it.

Dante 

Dante in heat is something else. He literally can not keep his hands off of you. 

Even if you do manage to get a moment not pressed into his mattress (good luck lol) he’s following you around like a lost puppy. 

He’s so needy, and he tries so hard to be loving but sometimes he loses control. 

“You smell so damn good,” he whines as he pulls you close. His cock is rock hard as he presses against your ass. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and you’re very aware of him taking in greedy breaths to inhale your scent. You’d managed to talk your way into a brief reprieve so you could get something to eat, but Dante has been hot on your trail the whole time. His large, strong hands knead and grab at you every chance he gets. 

“Dante,” you sigh as your uneaten food stares at you from the counter. “Just one minute, please. I’ll inhale this, I swear.” 

Dante whines and presses closer to you. His hands soothe up your shirt and he’s kneading at your tits before you have a chance to stop him. He ruts against your ass again, a needy growl vibrates through his chest. 

“I’ll be fast too,” he chuckles. “Then, you can eat.” 

“You’re impossible,” you groan. 

You turn around in his arms, accepting his deal. Your food still sits on the counter hours later. 

Vergil

Vergil tries to hide that he’s in heat. It’s the one weakness he’s found to being a devil. 

He tries to play off the fact that he’s constantly in the same space as you as a coincidence. Hoping you don’t notice the way he’s trying his hardest to be as close to you as he can be. 

When he finally breaks down, he goes absolutely feral. 

Vergil is buried to the hilt. His cock is already throbbing, but he’s only just managed to bully his way inside of you. A soft curse falls from his lips and you have to think over his words to make sure that you heard him correctly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you ask as your fingers brush through his now ruffled hair. He purrs from the touch, but is soon embarrassed by hiw own neediness. He nuzzles his face against the curve of your neck. 

“I didn’t want you to know how weak I am,” he whispers. “I needed you so badly.” 

Your fingers soothe through his hair again before running down his back. Vergil has never been easy to love. He has such difficult accepting your kindness. Deep down he lives in constant fear that you’re only with him out of pity. His breeding cycle would be just another burden you bear because of your determination to show him that life is worth living even if every waking moment isn’t dedicated to the pursuit of strength. 

“I’m here,” you whisper between soft kisses. “We can get through this together.” 

Vergil clings to you as he begins his frantic pace. 

Nero

Nero doesn’t even truly understand why his cock is stubbornly hard no matter how much he jerks himself off. 

All he can think about is filling you up with his seed. He even feels his skin prickle like he wants to trigger when he thinks about it. 

He begrudgingly calls Dante for advice when he starts to put together that this is connected to his heritage. 

    “Just a little more, baby,” he growls as he begins thrusting again. He’s lying and you both know it. He could keep you like this all night. You’re pinned against his mattress with your legs pushed to your chest. You’d barely had time to come down from the last round. Desperate whines leave you as your walls flutter around his cock. 

    “You’re doing so good,” he mutters as he kisses you softly. “Making me feel so good.” 

Your fingers tangle in his hair and your head falls back against the pillows. A layer of sweat coats your body from the heat eminating off his skin. You can’t remember how many times he’s made you cum at this point. The only hint is the growing wet spot on the sheets, well what remains of them. 

“I love you so much,” Nero groans as he keeps driving his cock into you at a dizzying pace.

DMC x Pokemon AU - Which pokemon they would choose

So an idea appeared out of nowhere in my head: If Pokemon somehow existed in the DMC universe and pokemon training and battles were officially a thing too, which pokemon would the crew choose as their companions?

For these headcanons, I will give each character two kinds of pokemon: the first one will be a pokemon they would totally choose as a friend and partner for adventure as well as competitive battles, and the other will be one they would keep at their side mostly as a cute or silly companion, whether it’s a baby pokemon or a fully evolved one, it’s one they are really fond of and always look after.

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