#v; boy soldier

[supercap2319]

Soldier Boy: "You know... you'd look good riding me." *Winks*

Y/N: "And you'd look great in a body bag."

[soldierboys]

GEN V 1.06 Jumanji

[syrma-sensei]

Nobody:

Not a single one:

Soldier Boy: I taught her how to jerk off.

Andre, Marie, and Jordan:

[leviathanspain]

pillowtalk

jordan li x fem!reader

synopsis: you realize your relationship with jordan must go beyond the pillowtalk

jordan rolled over, their face was still swollen from sleep, eyes puffy as soft breaths felt warm on your face. yawning quietly, you stretched your arms, letting them wrap around jordan’s body. snuggling deep into their neck, you settled, “god, i love this.” you whispered, not knowing whether they were awake or not. their muffled chuckle was your sign that they were, and you leaned back to give them a small cheek kiss.

“good morning.” jordan’s sleep heavy voice rasped. you felt their hand find your back, beginning to drag it gently across. “i’ve got so much to do today- you don’t even know.” you whispered, “and i wish i could stay here with you,”

“like this,” they continued for you, “all night.” they fought the urge to roll their eyes, “what is it now? big exam to study for? hmm?” they loved how dedicated you were to..practically anything. you were a hard worker, and it did not go unnoticed, especially by the admin at godu, who had been kind to rank you number five.

you ran a hand through their hair, stopping gently at the nape of their neck to grip it gently, “meeting my parents for lunch.” you let out a deep sigh and jordan furrowed their brows, “what? i thought you loved your parents?” last time, you and jordan had talked about parents, you had lied, said you had a great relationship with your parents, but only you knew the truth.

you had lived with them for eighteen years of hell, and you did not want to dump all of that into jordan’s lap, not when you’ve barely gotten to know each other beyond a good fuck.

because, that is how it started. jordan had any girl they wanted on speed dial, no matter what gender they presented as, jordan was hot. and for a moment, you had been of those girls.

yet you found it hard to break old habits. so the kisses and good mornings were something new. but jordan did not complain, they took it with appreciation, every kiss, every smile. everything. so seeing your expression, hurt them beyond words.

you felt this caving weight on your shoulders as you were reminded that your parents did not know that you were seeing jordan, how would you even begin to explain their power, and your relationship. shrugging it off, “it’s just not what i need right now.” you looked at jordan, seeing their tussled hair and pink lips, you kissed them deeply. as they pulled back, your teeth tugged on their lip, “mhm, but you need this?” their voice was husky, hungry.

you pushed them back, hopping up on their lap, “fuck yes,” you felt their hand on your ass, “i need all of this, right now.” their kisses became more intense, their hands dragging across the hem of your pants. you moaned into their mouth, feeling their hands go up along your spine. they stopped at the nape of your neck and you sighed softly, “mhm,” you pulled away, seeing as your phone screen on the nightstand lit up.

the time. it was way past noon; the time that you were supposed to be meeting your parents. you hopped out of the bed, stumbling slightly before regaining your balance, “holy shit!” you brushed back the hair in your face and shook your head, “i’m so fucking late and i reek of sex.” you could smell it, you had the ability of heightened senses just like most supes. your real powers are the ability to rob others of their senses. you’ve robbed enemies of their sight, assisted in many victories. you were always bouncing around in the top five, just like jordan.

jordan smiled, “sorry.” but there was no apologetic tone in their voice. you couldn’t help but crack a small smile despite your panic.

you inhaled, “sorry doesn’t cut it, li. you’ve gotta go.” you knew gour parents would want to see your dorm, no matter how messy it was. you made sure it would be decent before jordan came over so that you could just toss the dirty sheets into the hamper, throw some new ones on and be done.

jordan raised their eyebrows, “oh?” you realized how mean you had sounded and sighed, “sorry, i- i haven’t told them anything about me seeing anyone, let alone that i’m not a virgin anymore.” jordan smiled slightly, a proud look.

you rolled your eyes, “don’t worry, it was long before i met you that i wasn’t a virgin anymore.” you twisted your fingers slightly, “my parents aren’t my parents. they are but my mother, my biological mother, is their daughter. they are my grandparents. but they raised me from birth. they did not give me the compound v, that had been my young, naive mother. but she left as soon as she could, leaving me behind.” you had spent almost six months with jordan li in your bed and you had only now opened up to them. jordan’s face softened, “although they raised me, i was never seen as anything other than a ward. i was not their daughter, i was the burden that their real daughter had left.” you shrugged, “they’re bigots, too close minded for their own good, they don’t even listen to the weather broadcast anymore because it’s,” you mocked your father, “not accurate anymore.” you sighed, looking at jordan.

“i just know how they will react to you. and i don’t want to deal with that. i don’t want to have to explain it.” you didn’t even know where to begin. you and jordan did not define your relationship, and neither did you define your sexuality. you did not know or care to know, not after them.

jordan was one person, but their forms never made you question anything. but one conversation with your parents, and you would be questioning everything.

there was hurt displayed on jordan’s face, and your mind backtracked, trying to find that snag that made them upset. “this is sounding like a ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’” jordan’s eyes rimmed red and you could not believe it.

you shook your head, “jordan,” you moved towards them, still lying down on your bed, “jordan, jordan, jordan.” your voice quieted as you repeated their name in a chant. “please, understand and trust me, i don’t want this for you.” you were not ashamed, but you loved jordan and you could not put it into words. you could not recognize it as love, as protection for them. “please, i’ll call you, after?” jordan stood up, and you sat back, watching as they shifted into their male form. anger creased their face, evident in their jaw clench.

as the door slammed behind them, your eyebrows furrowed as pain coursed through your jaw. your eyes rimmed with tears. you had fucked up more than you could even begin to fathom.

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | Gen V Season 1 Bloopers (x)

[teapetal44]

[venus-haze]

Watch Honey Drip, Can't Keep Away (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Summary: America’s golden son can't keep his eyes off of you, almost like he wants to devour you whole...or something like that.

Note: Female reader, but no descriptors are used. This is kind of in the same universe as She’s Out To Please, She Pouts Her Best. I know generally men in the ‘40s, let alone Soldier Boy of all people, wouldn’t really consider going down on a woman, but it’s my fic and I get to decide he eats out. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Period typical misogyny, power imbalance. Explicit sexual content involving masturbation and oral sex (f. receiving). Do not interact if you’re under 18.

“Which city are we going to next?” you asked, finally comfortable in the swanky hotel room in Chicago you were roomed in with three other girls from the troupe. Soldier Boy’s Sparkling Sweethearts. People came from miles around to show their patriotism–and get a look-see at the acts. If it weren’t Soldier Boy, it was you and the other Sweethearts. Something for everyone, really. Even in places like–

“Wichita.”

A collective groan filled the space, littered with makeup and dresses that’d inevitably shoved into suitcases in a hurry the moment of checkout. There were more important things to worry about than being organized.

“Better than wherever the hell we were last week. Couldn’t get enough of us on Saturday, and then nearly ran us out with pitchforks after the preacher was through with them Sunday morning.”

“I’m going down to the bar while we’re still in a hotel that has one,” you said. “I’ll be back later.”

“Not if Soldier Boy’s there.” A giggle tore through the room. “Did you see him earlier? He looked like he could eat you alive.”

You weren’t even supposed to have been up there with Soldier Boy during his act, a routine that showed off his powers and preceded his usual rousing speech to get the American public to open their hearts and wallets to the war bonds drive. But Darla had broken her leg while ice skating on a day off in Milwaukee, and Soldier Boy had specifically asked for you to fill her spot.

Your role involved memorizing a few lines from a script and looking pretty while Soldier Boy understandably took the lead, but your “rehearsal” just hours before was little more than going through your lines once before Soldier Boy poured you a shot to “calm your nerves” and spent the following fifteen minutes fucking your mouth before sending you off to get ready for the show. 

Walking up on that stage again after your usual routine with the Sparkling Sweethearts was nerve-wracking. Though you knew what to expect, you still felt like your heart was going to pop out of your chest every time he lifted you above his head or tossed you up in the air and caught you, to the raucous applause and cheers of the Chicagoans and celebrities who’d packed the theater to see him.

“Betty Grable’s in town, so I think she’s the main course,” you said as you left, closing the door behind you and leaving your coworkers to tease you in private.

Among the various hobbies you’d taken up since becoming a Sparkling Sweetheart, people-watching in hotel bars was one of your favorites. He would almost always be there too, an otherworldly presence with an abundance of movers and shakers rotating in his orbit, unable to resist the pull of America’s golden son.

Some of the girls in the troupe didn’t care for him, found him too brash and handsy. You could think of at least one who’d been unceremoniously replaced after loudly complaining one too many times. No one really knew what the extent of his powers were, but after that incident, you suspected enhanced hearing might be among them. Or someone was just a snitch. 

When you stepped into the bar, a quick scan of the room revealed Betty Grable to be nowhere in sight. You didn’t see Soldier Boy either, until a deep voice wrapped around you like velvet.

“There’s my girl.”

“Who, me?” you asked teasingly.

“‘Course you are, honey.”

“Because I heard Betty Grable’s in town—“

He scoffed. “That broad? Who needs her?”

Your chest filled with pride at his statement. She was the pin-up girl of choice for every GI in Europe and the Pacific. Well, almost all of them. His arm settled around your waist as he told the bartender to give you whatever you wanted. The overhead lights in the bar were nice and low, you felt warm beneath Soldier Boy’s gaze. Being the object of his attention always carried weight. He was the world’s first superhero, after all. A living legend. Plenty of other women he could be spending his time with besides you.

Pressing your lips to his cheek, you whispered a ‘thank you’ for the drink, taking in the way he licked his lips, his handsome face so close to yours, still under the slight cover of the shadows. Whoever decided a helmet that covered half of his face would be part of his costume needed serious help. 

“Y’know, if you hadn’t come down here, I might’ve gone up to your room and dragged you out,” he said, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “It’s like you were shakin’ your ass just for me on that stage.”

“It’s called shimmying, and I’m glad you liked it.”

“I was thinking, how about you replace Darla for my act?”

“Permanently?”

“Sure, we’ve got great chemistry,” he said, squeezing your hip, “on and off stage.”

As the night progressed, your conversations with Soldier Boy were interrupted by the slew of people who recognized him, excitedly introducing themselves and asking for a few minutes of his time. He graciously accepted with a ‘You don’t mind, right honey?’ And you shook your head, watching him humor politicians, business moguls, and socialites.

You smiled when the latest one had made their departure, tilting your head the slightest bit. “Do you even remember what my name is?”

“Honey suits you better,” he said, his tongue darting out between his lips. “Bet you taste like it too.”

“You sure?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“I guess so.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, passing you his room key. “You go make yourself comfortable while I close out my tab.” 

As if he’d even be paying for the drinks himself. It’d probably be billed to the Department of Defense, or that strange company that sponsored the tour. You didn’t pay much attention to who was signing your checks, just that they cashed out when you brought them to the bank.

You balked at his hotel room, far more space than a single man could possibly need. Then again, he rarely spent his nights alone. 

Comfortable. Ridding yourself of your clothes, you climbed into the giant bed, pulling the covers just over your breasts. As you laid back on the plush pillows, you recalled earlier that day when he had swatted your ass as you walked off stage after your act with him was finished, playing it off as a joke to the crowd who cheered and whistled. The simple yet slightly painful gesture had gone straight through you, however, and you worried that there’d be a noticeable wet spot on your satin panties when you and the other Sparkling Sweethearts returned for one last routine to close out the show, your high kicks telling on you.

Biting your lip, you glanced at the door and slipped a hand between your legs. He had only said to make yourself comfortable, nothing specifically about waiting. Gently prodding two fingers against your pussy, you weren’t surprised to find that you were wet already. Your eyes fluttered shut as you pushed your fingers inside, thinking about how his hands felt on you earlier. Strong and steady, big hands that could break you so easily but didn’t.

“Couldn’t wait?” He stood at the end of the bed, fully clothed with his arms folded over his broad chest as he pinned you in place with his disapproving glare.

You gasped, pulling your hand from between your legs. “I was just–”

He clicked his tongue at you, though his eyes betrayed his amusement. “My fault for keeping you waiting too long, doll.”

Soldier Boy joined you on the bed, pulling back the covers you’d pulled over your bare body. He pressed his lips against yours, kissing you with an overwhelming fireceness as he groped your breasts, squeezing down your stomach to your hips and finally your thighs. His lips followed that same path, kissing and biting along your skin that suddenly felt feverish beneath his touch. Still, your pussy ached for him, especially since he had walked in while you were pleasuring yourself, but he wasn’t paying any mind to it.

Until he dipped his head down, licking your wet cunt. In your shock, you pushed your thighs together, as if his intrusion were unwelcome. 

His strong hands held your legs apart, gently squeezing the tender flesh. “I jerked off thinking about this earlier, but nothin' like the real thing, huh?”

You let out a shaky breath, eyes focused on the ornate ceiling. Gold leafing, a Renaissance-esque painting, surely Soldier Boy didn’t care much about that. 

“Eyes on me, honey. You got that?”

Immediately, you looked at him, his blazing green stare burning through you until you nodded. He wasted no time in burying his face between your legs, his tongue flicking against your clit with such force that you realized you had no idea what getting eaten out by a superhero would actually entail. 

He lapped at your pussy with an insatiable fervor that made your legs shake beneath his steady grip. Your moan caught in your throat when he plunged his tongue deeper into you, his nose brushing that sensitive bundle of nerves he’d already teased. 

A whine tore from your throat when he pulled away for a moment, smugly admiring your glistening sex. His lips appeared coated in your juices, and you nearly came at that sight alone.

“Fuck you’re soaked,” he growled appreciatively. “This all for me?”

Who else? As if any other man could make you feel pleasure so intensely, as if that were yet another superpower of his. For a moment you bemoaned a possible future of unsatisfying sex with some regular old Joe–not America’s hero, its fucking sex symbol. But all you could manage was a weak, “Yes.”

Satisfied with your response, he closed his plush lips over your clit, sucking on it like he was pulling from a cigarette, your arousal burning deep in his lungs. You grabbed at the sheets, digging your hands into them as you grind your pussy against his face. Your eyes fluttered shut for a split second, shooting open when he smacked your thigh. Eyes on me.

“Fuck—Soldier Boy,” you moaned. “‘m close.”

He growled against you, the vibrations from his throat edging you closer to orgasm. His inhuman stamina meant he hadn’t given you much of a break since he lowered his face between your thighs. He’d been content to tease you for a while, but he seemed more focused, intentional with the way he ate you out, his attention especially focused on your clit. 

You could feel it, that tightness in your abdomen that was about to snap. Involuntarily, your eyes fluttered shut, and you were on that stage again, in his big arms, bright lights blaring as you stared dreamily at him. Then he threw you in the air, higher and higher until you came back down and–

“Soldier Boy, oh my god–don’t fucking stop,” you pleaded, riding out your orgasm on his face.

His hands held down your bucking hips, your ecstasy overpowered by his determination to bring you over the edge until you were an incoherent mess, muscles aching at the exertion of each orgasm despite him doing all of the work. Light-headed, seeing stars, you reached down, tugging at his hair. That was it. You were tapping out. Mercy.

He granted such, though he pressed sloppy kisses to your inner thighs, nipping at the tender skin. All you could give him was weak moans in return. If you expected to be able to go anywhere else the rest of the night, he’d made damn well sure you couldn’t so much as move from his bed. Maybe that was the idea.  

Your breath caught in your throat when he lifted his head, wiping his glistening lips with the back of his hand, though the evidence of your orgasms was still all over the rest of his face. He kissed you, the foreign taste of yourself filling your mouth, sending a deliciously obscene rush through you. His mouth broke from yours, just for a moment, as he whispered your name against your lips. You realized you didn’t actually know his.

[bnecaz]

tattoo ideas

[supercap2319]

Soldier Boy's smile is a wicked grin, his voice rough and dirty as he speaks. "Now, that's what I like to see. Two pretty boys making out with my dick... you're gonna be perfect for my fucked up world, aren't ya?" He looks down at Y/N and Peter. Both of them pay lavish attention on every inch of Soldier Boy's cock, hands moving in unison as they each pleasure a different part of his shaft. Their tongues flick over the sensitive head, then suckle on his balls, worshipping his masculinity.

"Fuck, that's good..." Soldier Boy groans out, his voice rough and low as he watches the both of them eagerly suck him off. "You both love my cock, don't you? You two little whores... make me cum..."

Y/N and Peter nod, moaning like bitches in heat as they pleasure Soldier Boy.

[becauseofthebowties]

JENSEN ACKLES as SOLDIER BOY in GEN V | 1.06 Jumanji

[castiel]

Jensen Ackles as Soldier Boy in Gen V S1E6

[soldierboys]

GEN V 1.06 Jumanji

[linusbenjamin]

Gen V 1.06 — Jumanji

[justjensenanddean]

"Suprise Motherf*ckers!"

Soldier Boy, Gen V Promo, 1x06 Jumanji (x)

[happy74827]

Stay With Me

[Sam Riordan x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Sometimes all we need is a hug, or in Sam’s case, words of assurance. (GIF credits: @heronamedhawks || Thanks for letting me use your gifs 🫶)

WC: 635

Category: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

This is so short compared to my usuals, but I thought it was too cute to pass up. Plus, I’m a sucker for those first kiss moments 😌

『••✎••』

You didn’t know what to expect when you opened the door with Marie. Your first encounter with Sam was a difficult one. And although you’ve come to know him as the sweetest man on the planet, there is still that one incident that made you uncomfortable when you thought about it.

As you enter the room, you realized that it wasn’t one of those days. It was just Sam… being Sam. His body shot up alert with the sound of the heavy metal door closing, but it was instantly replaced with a look that was both apologetic and exhausted.

Sam was at your side in an incident, practically shoving Marie to the side as he embraced you.

"I was so worried about you." he murmurs in your ear as you hug back.

He smelled good. It was a little odd, considering he was always covered in blood whenever you saw him, but he had the distinct smell of some cologne mixed in. It was one you didn't recognize, but it suited him well.

"I'm alright," you say, pulling away from the hug. You look him over, noting the way his eyes look like they have dark circles underneath. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, and from how he looks at you, you can tell he hasn't.

“I was out of line. I know I was out of line." His words were slow and careful, but he spoke them with such clarity. You couldn't deny the sincerity behind his voice.

You smile softly. "It's okay, Sam. I understand—"

"No! It’s not okay! I... I lost my cool and I shouldn't have done what I did. I shouldn't have said those things to you and you don't deserve that. Not at all. And I... I don't want you to leave. I can't stand the thought of it."

You place your hand on his arm, hoping to soothe him. You didn't like the way this was going. You could see how he was suffering, but you didn't know how to make him stop. He looked like he wanted to do anything to keep you from leaving.

"Hey, I'm not leaving. Sam, it's alright, you can relax. I forgive you." You rub his arm with your hand, hoping he would relax. You didn't like the way this conversation was going either.

He takes a deep breath and releases it, allowing his body to loosen up. He was so much taller than you, and his eyes always had a look in them like he wanted to say something, but he never did. Now, it seemed like he had so much to say.

"Sam?”

He looked up at you.

“What’s on your mi—”

You were suddenly cut off by his lips meeting your own. They were warm, and they felt soft against yours, but they were also rough, as if they were cracked and dry. His hand immediately went to the nape of your neck, pulling your face closer to his as his other arm wrapped around you, holding you against him. It was a little startling, but it was a good thing the room was dark. The only light coming into the room was coming from the hallway, and that was just barely enough to illuminate the space between the two of you.

You didn't know what to do with your hands, and you couldn't help but kiss him back. You had never kissed anyone like this before, and the intimacy was new to you, but it wasn't unpleasant. The warmth radiating from Sam's body was enough to make you feel dizzy.

Sam slowly pulls away, but he rests his forehead against yours. His eyes are closed, but he's breathing hard. It's quiet in the room, and you're wondering if it's just you or if he was as winded as you.

"I'm sorry." he whispers after a moment of silence, his eyes opening slightly to look at you. He keeps his eyes closed for a moment before speaking again,

"I don’t… why did I do that?" he murmurs, opening his eyes finally. "I'm sorry, I just... I..."

You take a deep breath and smile at him. You gently place your hands on his cheeks, and he looks up at you in surprise.

"Don't be sorry." you say, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He instantly reacts, holding you by the small of your back as you press your body against him.

You pull away to look at him. You smile up at him, hoping that this is enough to ease his nerves. He's staring back at you with a look of confusion, and you can tell that he's overwhelmed by the way his cheeks begin to redden.

"Why are you... smiling?" he asks after a moment. He's obviously embarrassed.

You chuckle, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "I just never thought you'd ever be this forward. I always thought you were more the sweet and quiet type."

Sam was quiet for a moment before chuckling. He placed a hand over his mouth as he laughed quietly. He shakes his head as he removes it. He then takes a deep breath and looks back at you.

"You think I'm a sweet and quiet person? I don’t think any of the guards would agree with that. Or the higher ups for that matter."

You laugh, resting your forehead against his. "Well, I've come to know you more than just the blood and death that surrounds you all the time."

He laughs again, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly.

"Thank you." he murmurs. "Thank you for... not leaving."

"I told you, Sam, I’m not going anywhere. I promise."

He doesn't reply to that, and you feel him relax against you. His breathing evens out, and you feel his body become lax in your arms. It seems as though he had finally calmed down.

For a moment, you had forgotten that Marie was there, but as you turn your head to look at her, she was smiling at you. She gave you a small thumbs up, and you felt a sudden blush form on your cheeks.

You decided not to say anything about it as you wrap your arms around Sam and close your eyes. You still didn't understand the situation you had gotten yourself into, but you felt at ease with Sam. You felt like you could relax around him, and that was all you needed right now. You would have to think about everything else later.

For now, you were content with just holding each other.

[jensenackles-daily]

genv: This Friday, hide your grandmas!!!