Leon Kennedy Tramp Stamp Mod

Diner Boy

m!reader x dean winchester (18+)

summary: he’s a regular, comes often but there’s never really a pattern. he sits with his brother, Sam, you learned. sometimes they’re smiling and having a good time, other times they look like they’ve just fought, but no matter what- they always sit together, and today you’ve caught his eye- Dean.

warnings: car sex, hair pulling, overstimulation

“He’s staring at you…” Your work friend, Charlie, had said. You were standing at the counter sorting the tickets. It wasn’t a busy day, but it wasn’t slow either. It kept you both working, with plenty time to talk. You gave her a small look before scoffing, “You say this almost everyday Char.”

“Well yes, but, Sam and Dean don’t come here everyday.” You catch her eye as she motioned over to the table she just came from not too long ago. “You are very pretty..you get mistaken for a girl often-“

“I don’t want to talk about that. And besides,” you pick up a tray of food, fit for another table, “I’m sure they’re staring at you, you just like girls and don’t take interest.” You give her a wink while she starts to giggle.

It was true, though. He was staring at you. Your beautiful frame, your curly hair fanning around your face, your perfect lips that pulled into a smile whenever you interacted with the tables to catered to for the night. Dean was watching, and you felt his gaze.

You could hardly work. His eyes made your legs week, and your pants tight. You felt hot but there was no sweat. Your hands shook while taking orders. You knew what you wanted, what your body screamed at you to take before the chance of a lifetime slipped away.

Your shift ended roughly at 10. You’re tired, body aching. You take off your apron before saying your goodbye’s to your coworkers. Charlie had left an hour before. It was raining outside, it made you groan. As much as you loved the rain, you walked to work, and walking in the rain meant an umbrella you didn’t have. “Need a lift?” you hear a voice behind you, a familiar one at that, his voice. Dean. You hear yourself chuckle, turning around to look at his tall frame. “No.”

“No? It’s raining like hell out here and you have no umbrella, and you say “no”?” He’s leaning against the glass frame of the wall. He bore a small grin, but those eyes..those eyes said so much more. You felt it. They trailed your body down to your hips, and rested before making their way back up to your eyes.

“Yeah.” you cleared your throat. “And if you’re done..” you look away, staring at the rain pour harder. The droplets beginning to splash against your legs and his boots. Dean moves closer, the soft clack of his shoes perfectly in sync with the rain. Where was Sam, you had wondered. “Do you..need a ride?” He asked again, lowly, fit only for you.

“…yes.”

the walk back to Dean’s beautiful car felt like forever. He shielded you from the rain, his brown leather jacket over your frame. His arm wrapped around your shoulder securely like you were the most precious thing in the world at that moment, protected..

“ha….ha fuck.” Your hand was lost into his short locs of hair, gripping on what you could. You breathed heavily into the small space of Baby’s backseat, suffocated. Dean held your waist, cock disappearing into your hole for what seemed like the hundredth time this night. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, sweaty forehead rested against your shoulder. “Dean..” you moan.

He shuddered, bottoming out inside of you. Your cock leaked against his stomach. You were so closed it rubbed just up against it in the right of ways. Your breathes came to a shuddering halt. Your heart seemed to drop into your stomach, and a clean wash fell over you. Your hands found their way to Deans shoulder, squeezing as you rode out another orgasm, your seed shooting lazily across you and Dean’s stomach. “You feel so good baby..” He groans. His hands tightened the grip onto your waist. While your body relaxed against his own, he sped up. Your body moved quickly against Dean’s thick cock. “So fuckin’ good.”

Your body rolled against his. Your legs felt tight, you tried your best but your body shook to its core. “Dean-“ You gasp, nails digging into his shoulder. He hit that spot inside of you so well…You couldn’t help the helpless whimper falling from your lips. “Almost there.” Dean grunts, failing to notice Sam’s name flash across his buzzing phone.

discipline + dacryphilia + degradation ー ₊⁺ ⋆ ftm reader

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"what the hell do you think you're doing?" leon says, his hand gripping the doorknob, his clothes torn and dirty, small blood stains that have hardened on his shirt

"wait-!" you shouted, he moved way too quickly, before you knew it his right hand was holding both your thighs together and his left, hastily pulls out the pick dildo you had fucked yourself with

"really? y/n? y'think a plastic dick is better that mine?" he says then throws the toy across the room, it hit the wall before hitting the ground

"v'already had a shitty day at work but coming home to this? I hope you don't mind if I take it out on you a little baby" he was on top of you, his hands holding your legs up by behind your knees

"hold your fucking legs" he demands as he scrambled to take his belt off, once he finally got it out he held onto it and folded it

he hit the inner of your thighs, earning him a loud pitched moan, a sharp sting ran through your entire body like electricity

lash after lash, your thighs were bright red and your pussy was throbbing

"please.. leon sniff hurts.. s'much..." oh, how pretty your tear stained face looked, your eyes sparkling, lips quivering and legs trembling

"aww is my adorable little pup crying? hm? keep crying cus you look fucking sexy" he teases you while continously hitting your thighs, his hits became more and more strong with every pathetic noise you made

"ow !! leon please!" you whine, your grip on your thighs slowly weakened and you accidentally let go "didn't I say to hold your fucking legs? y'cant even follow simple fucking orders, stupid little boy"

you let out tiny sniffles "leon.. n'more please.. wanna feel you inside me.. please" you whined and closed your legs

"you wanna get fucked? alright slut, spread em" his voice sounded domineering, everything about him was

you obediently, but slowly opened up, the pain from his belt still stuck to your skin, ruining your pretty skin with red marks

"t-thank you.. sir.." you weakly smile at him, your fingers spread your wet folds as well, he lined up his cock and trusted it deep in you

although the feeling of being full again felt good, something felt wrong, he was.. smaller..? what? it felt less thicker and it was cold

your eyes widen at the realization that the dick inside you was the dildo you had used earlier, before you could reach it, he forcefully shoved it in deeper and began fucking you with it

"you wanted to be fucked right? take it like a good slut" you could hear the anger in his tone, you've never seen him like this before, did something happen at work? if so how bad was it?

"you deserve this... you knew you weren't supposed to touch yourself when I'm away.. but you did anyways" he pushes the toy alll the way in and kept it there, he watched as you try to grab him, it was just too cute, he couldn't help it

"fuck.." he quickly pulls the toy out and tosses it somewhere behind him, he takes his dick out and pushes it inside you quiet aggressively

"oohh shiiiitt.. you're so fucking hot" he leans his head back before moving, he went slow, having enough mercy to let you adjust to his size,

leon leans down and presses both your foreheads together "hey... tell me.. if it gets too much okay? he wipes your tears with his thumbs "I don't wanna hurt you.. " he takes yours and interlocks your fingers then plants multiple kisses the back of it "I love you and I wouldn't be doing any of this if you weren't into it"

he reassures you, he always does, never wants to make you uncomfortable or grossed out or etcetera

"of course" you whisper back, and kissed him

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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.”

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damn girl ur eyebags and shitty one liners have captivated me

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Dick: Holy shit now I'm glad I'm dating just Wally

Jason: You're dating Wally? Pfft- I'm dating Roy

Stephanie: I'm dating cA-

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