𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 '𝟐𝟑 ⋆ Day Three.

Part 3

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Lady/Nico doodles! (I finished DMC 5 last week, I loved it)

Doodle with mission 03 spoilers here<3 (No idea how to tag these)

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.”

😇😇😇

Soo there's this resident evil mod.......

Lady/Nico doodles! (I finished DMC 5 last week, I loved it)

Doodle with mission 03 spoilers here<3 (No idea how to tag these)

leon resident evil..............

jewelry of every kind

no thoughts except Spencer wearing MGG’s rings…

Summary: Spencer tries out wearing more accessories and you decide to show him just how much you love them.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: 18+ Content (NSFW/NSFM), smut, hand kink, finger sucking, choking, fingering, piv sex

Word Count: 1.3k

“Those are new,” you say, motioning to Spencer’s hands as he skims through the contents of a file with sleep.

Scattered across his fingers were four golden rings of various sizes and shapes, but the one that took you by surprise most was the large round pinky ring.

“Hm,” he mumbles, jolting is head up from his work, his sleepy eyes meeting yours. “Oh, these? I’ve always had them sitting around, I figured it was probably time I wore them.” Then, he went back to his work.

You cozy yourself onto the couch cushion beside where Spencer was still hunched over, running his lengthy fingers down each page. Normally, this alone was enough to do you in, but the addition of how his hands looked donning jewelry made your head spin.

“I like them,” you caught his right hand as he reaches the end of a page, bringing it up to your face, “a lot…”

Before Spencer could switch his brain off from work mode, you had taken his thumb into your mouth and began to suck on it with just enough pressure to make his nerves stand on end.

The paper still in his free hand fell onto the coffee table and an uncontrollable gasp came from his lips.

"Oh it's like that?" Spencer inquired, watching you intensely as you looked at him with wide pleading eyes.

"Mhm," you hum, causing a vibration that ran up from his thumb and up to his neck. "Makes me want them inside of me so bad."

Without warning, Spencer draws you to straddle his lap and into a passionate kiss. As his tongue found his way into your mouth to explore, his fingers drifted to part your robe where he discovered your bareness underneath.

"God, y/n... nothing underneath?" he asks, slipping a finger down your slit and feeling your warmth already pooling. "And so wet for me already."

His finger dips further into your center and the cool metal of one of his rings brushes against your clit, eliciting an instinctive moan to cry from your throat.

"Does it feel good, angel?" Spencer purred, slipping another finger in and curling them to hit your sensitive spot.

Another cry bellowed from your lips, throwing your head back in the process. "Yes, yes so good, Spence."

The arch of your back made your robe come completely undone, revealing your swollen breasts. Without missing a beat, Spencer brought his mouth to one of them, biting them gently. As he did so, his fingers pumped in and out of you faster, the metal providing a stinging cold sensation against the heat growing from your wetness and the friction. You feel an ache begin to grow in your abdomen and pressure build as he increases the dexterity of his fingers, eventually you find your release around them slicking his fingers with even more of your arousal.

As you come down from your high, Spencer slowly removes his fingers and brings them to your parted lips with a devilish grin. You run your tongue in between them, your arousal coating your tongue before taking his digits completely in your mouth, nearly touching the golden accessories that had started your obsession.

Your cum tasted musky and sweet upon your tongue, but you wanted so desperately for Spencer to taste it, too - so you kissed him deeply, gliding your tongue against his.

"You always taste so good, baby," he growls, the feeling of his erection growing underneath you.

"Mmm, you know what? I've been wanting to wear a certain piece of jewelry again for awhile," you state, unbuckling his pants while grinding against him lightly.

Spencer could hardly form words with you touching his bulge, but he managed to croak, "W-which one is that?"

As you pulled his pants completely to the ground, springing his cock up to his navel, you leaned in to whisper, "Your hand as my necklace."

A guttural groan escaped him and it sounded like a melody to your ears. You glided your folds on top of his erection before sinking down on him at an achingly slow pace, causing Spencer to firmly grasp one of your ass cheeks and the other to grip the back cushion of the couch.

When you reached the point of being completely full of him, Spencer suddenly began to fuck up into you with growing force and pace. Taking you by surprise, you whimper and attempt to regain your pace by placing your hands upon his braced chest. Without warning, his hand shoots to clasp around your throat, squeezing gently.

"Is this what you meant, angel?" he asked, adding extra pressure and thrusting into you with more force.

You let out a desperate moan and respond, "Y-yes, sir. Doesn't it look so pretty on me?"

"Yes," Spencer rubs his thumb against the peak of your throat and admires it as he speaks. "It looks like it was made for you."

The pressure of his hand around your throat makes your arousal grow and drip down onto the base of his cock freely. The sounds of your bodies slapping to together with a perfected rhythm in combination with your exchanges of whimpers and moans make your body rise with chills. His ringed hand clasping your throat, the way he looked in ecstasy with his eyes rolled back, and the way that he completely filled you made you closer and closer to your second climax.

"I love you so much, y/n - fuck," Spencer huffed, his cock growing harder with every sloppy thrust.

His hand moves from your throat to intertwine through your hair, yanking it back to reveal your red and tender neck. Quickly, he leans forward to place open-mouthed kisses along the faint swollen hand print. The sensitivity of your neck translated to the increasing sensitivity between your legs.

"I - I love you, too, Spence," you say breathlessly, reaching down to gently rub your clit in a desperate attempt to release yourself.

"Oh, how pitiful, angel. Are you close to cumming again?" he murmured, nibbling gently on your earlobe and grasping both of your ass cheeks firmly.

All you can manage is a whimper of confirmation as your eyes close and your breath tightens.

"We can cum together, okay?" he hums, feeling your walls tighten around his pulsing dick.

"Y-yes, please, please," you faintly whisper, your clit becoming nearly numb with pleasure.

Spencer readjusts himself underneath you to hit your cervix perfectly, eliciting a genuine sob of pain and need from your lips. His grip on your backside became close to clawing into your skin, but it only increased the euphoria of your ever approaching high.

A few more deep thrusts was all it took for both of you to fall apart. Spencer cried out your name with sweat beading against his brow while he released his seed deep into your throbbing core. You nearly collapsed on top of him from the weakness of your thighs as they shook with your release. The tightness of his grip only grew as he lifted you up and down a few more times to make sure that you were completely full of him.

As both of you came down from your high, you found yourself kissing one another with a tired passion that was full of the most permeating intimacy. The nearly drunken feeling that it caused was suddenly cut off by Spencer's hand placing a stingingly firm slap upon your ass.

"I think I left a mark," Spencer said teasingly, examining your throat and backside.

"I sure hope so," you respond, bringing his hands up to cup your breasts.

He places a soft kiss upon your lips before saying, "So, you're saying I should wear these more often?" Spencer twirls his pinky ring suggestively.

"You better," you said, toying with his hands. "I'd like to wear my necklace more often, too."

Bringing you into a deep embrace, he chuckled lightly, "Your wish is my command, angel. And how could I possibly deny you?"

please feel free to request! (or let me know what you think!)

“The DOOR, Odinson.” “Pardon. Yes. Enjoy……….Yes.”