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Best Girl

Pairing ▹ boss!Joel Miller x f. reader

Word Count ▹ 555

This fic contains ▹ SMUT, boss x employee AU, pwp, fingering, overstimulation, aftercare, alludes to cunnilingus, unbeta'd writing

Summary ▹ Your boss wants to give you a good time, under one condition.

Notes ▹ Sooo this may or may not be inspired by personal experience...oh look, it's my first time writing for Joel so let's chat about that xD

Prompt: Open Your Eyes by @flashfictionfridayofficial

Sweat coated your skin, causing your hair to stick to your head. As you inhaled for fresh air, a pair of salty, swollen lips captured yours, cutting off your breathing cycle. His lips were intoxicating. In fact, everything about him was intoxicating. Hence, why you found yourself in his office, legs sprawled across the desk and your cotton panties dangling at your ankle.

Your vision was starting to become blurry. The only way to prevent the room from spinning was to slowly shut your eyes as two thick fingers worked in and out of your over-sensitive core.

“F-fuck!” You gasped as your boss’ fingertips tapped against the spongy spot that made your body spasm. “You make me feel so good, sir!”

“I know, baby, I gotta take care of my best girl.” Joel's voice oozed carnal desire with a hint of tenderness if you paid close attention. Being called his best girl stirred a level of excitement inside you. Your walls clenched around his fingers, and he growled at the tightness. You were about to toss your head back until his free hand grasped your chin, tilting it down towards him.

“Open your eyes and look at me when you come.” You obeyed his command, prying your eyelids until you gazed into his lust blown brown eyes. His eyebrows knitted together in concentration and his lips were pursed. He looked so delicious you wanted to savor every taste of him. The sight of him made your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

Joel chuckled, trailing his tongue over his lips. “No, no. Don’t be drifting off on me.”

“But…it feels sooooo good.” You were drunk off his touch, his words, his voice. “And you’re so fucking sexy-”

“I know, baby, but I wanna see those pretty eyes. C’mon, lemme see them.” As you fluttered your eyelids open again, he shoved his fingers inside you until he was knuckles deep, curling them against your g-spot.

Suddenly, the lower half of your body went numb and you clutched onto the collar of Joel's shirt to regain control over your senses. Your eyes fixated on his, almost piercing one another's souls like a cosmic catastrophe. Both of your mouths fell open in synchronization as you coated his fingers with addictive nectar. You succumbed to your euphoria, crashing your head onto his shoulder as you attempted to catch your breath. Your boss cradled you against his chest, lulling you down from your high.

“Easy, girl. I gotchu. You’re okay.” Every affirmation was sweeter than the next. A sense of security engulfed you like a blanket as he kissed the top of your head. Joel reached over to grab his water bottle, bringing it to your mouth as you took a sip.

“Still with me?” Your boss muttered in your ear. You grinned and nodded in your afterglow before pecking his lips softly. After you pulled away, there was a moment of silence before you broke it.

“Can you eat me out, please?”

Those addictive lips trailed over your skin again, this time traveling south. Joel propped you back atop his desk and spread your legs, exposing your glistening folds. His tongue and teeth marked your inner thighs before gazing up at you.

“Now be a good girl for me and don’t take those eyes off me, okay?”

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jordan turns 25

hey siri, play my birthday playlist...

hello and welcome to my online 25th birthday party!! I hope you all got your dancing shoes on bc we're gonna party like it's 1999 iykyk xD we all know how much I love to party, but even the life of the party has to lay down some rules. Please click the keep reading button for more party information:

House Rules

This is an adults only party! You must show some indication that you are 18+

Any minors, blank blogs, ageless blogs will be blocked

You are welcome to participate in multiple party activities but please send one ask at a time

The party is open to all followers and non-followers ❤️ again, as long as you are 18+

Please do not send requests regarding the following:

non-con, smut with minors (all parties will be aged up), pregnancy/baby/child fics, a/b/o, bathroom kinks, incest, step-cest, foot fetish.

Please be patient with your response. I cannot guarantee I will respond in a timely manner however I can do my best.

The party begins April 4th (my official birth date) and ends April 30th

Party Activities

Social Hour: ask me anything about me and my life on/off tumblr

BYOB: share one of your creations (fanfic, art, moodboard, gif, playlist, original writing) and I will share your amazing talents with others

Party Games: cym, fmk, wyr, smash or pass (with any hottie not listed)

Arts and Crafts: select a hottie + scenario/AU/trope/prompt** and I will make a playlist/moodboard/fic (please specify the creation you are requesting)

see prompts tag for ideas/inspo; please indicate the post the prompt is from

VIP Access: mutuals only! send me your fave hottie (doesn’t need to be on list) and I will create a ship moodboard based on how I imagine your relationship with them

RSVP'd Hotties

Marvel: Loki Laufeyson, Xu Shang-Chi, Frank Castle, Peter Parker (any variant), Wanda Maximoff, Erik Kilmonger, Scott Lang, Thor Odinson, Sersi, Thena, Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff (Age of Ultron), Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley, Layla El Faouly, Adam Warlock, Gamora, Kate Bishop

DC: Harley Quinn, Pamela Isley, Jaime Reyes

Star Wars: Din Djarin, Anakin Skywalker, Poe Dameron

The Bear: Carmy Berzatto, Luca

Bridgerton: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, King George

Misc: stereotypical!Barbie (Barbie 2023), Tangerine (Bullet Train), Joel Miller (The Last of Us), Soldier Boy (The Boys)

RPF: Harry Styles, Jensen Ackles, Will Poulter, Danny Ramirez

Early Bird Invite tags

@inklore @psychedelic-ink @fluffyprettykitty @buckets-and-trees @witchywithwhiskey @mothdruid @mochie85 @navybrat817 @jobean12-blog @vonalyn @goldylions @wintersoldierdarling @wint3r-h3art @buckybleu @blackbat05 @neganwifey25-blog @give-me-a-moose @yummymatcha @ozarkthedog @hollandparkersx @mrs-illyrian-baby @jen-with-a-pen @late-to-the-party-81 @little-diable @undutchable11 @littlestatesman @tonystarksfavoritedaughter

#jordan is 25 celebration 🍰#shameless plug

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Denial and Devotion

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader

Word Count: 880

This fic contains: preludes to smut, implied smut, amnesia, mentions of squirting and fingering, reader was a Soldier Boy fangirl (like me fr xD), toxic celebrity culture?

Summary: You are in denial that you slept with the Supe you used to crush on.

Notes: I'm just a girl that writes Soldier Boy fanfic at 2am knowing damn well I have work at 9am flksdghk this gif replays in my brain every waking moment of the day I literally hate how hot he is >:( This is my weekly contribution to @flashfictionfridayofficial’s prompt no. 241: Hour of Denial

The moment you rose from your slumber, you knew something was wrong. First off, you woke up in a room that you did not recognize. Then, you realized the cotton sheets of the unfamiliar bed clung close to your bare skin as if you had slept in it before.

You attempted to lift yourself out the bed, but your muscles were weak, soreness more prominent in your hips and thighs. As you winced in discomfort, your eyes widened upon the discolored love bites scattered over your body. Your eyes finally glanced to the opposite side of the bed, only to discover the person occupying it was none other than Soldier Boy.

When you were younger, Soldier Boy was your first crush. At the time, he was presumed dead, but your father would tell you stories about how he was one of the greatest superheroes to ever live. Your childhood room was covered in Soldier Boy posters and you had a doll of him that never left the box. As you got older, you conducted more research on the man you worshiped, but eventually learned that he was a monster in a superhero costume. As a result, you ripped the posters to shreds and finessed some cash off the doll in hopes to erase any trace of your Soldier Boy phase.

You stared in disbelief at the same man that lay peacefully asleep. Your mind raced with questions. The only logical answer to all of them was that you were dreaming. To test the theory, you pinched your forearm as hard as you could. After cursing from the pain, you tried another method by poking Soldier Boy in his meaty bicep. Without fluttering his eyes open, he grunted in annoyance and rolled over.

If your head wasn’t already spinning, it definitely was at this very moment. You slithered out of the bed, making sure not to disturb the sleeping man, and frantically searched for your clothes. In a hurried attempt, you shimmied back into your little black dress from the night before. Regardless of whether this was all a dream or not, you silently vowed that you are remaining sober for the rest of the month.

“Where you going so fast, sweetheart?” You turned toward the groggy voice that belonged to Soldier Boy, who was propped up against the bed frame with his muscular torso in view. It felt as if no time had passed since the beginning stages of your devotion to Soldier Boy. Your eyes scanned over his physique with a hunger that only he could satisfy. Heat radiated your body and you stood paralyzed in your unzipped dress, leaving enough uncovered for his imagination to run wild.

As Soldier Boy hopped out of bed, you swiftly turned away as his thick cock unveiled from the thin sheets. He began walking towards you, but you ignored him by fiddling with the zipper on your back. You grew frustrated with the zipper’s defiance the closer the beefy supe inched towards you. His intense stare begged for your attention until he took matters into his own hands by lifting your chin up to his gaze. Your heart pounded against your chest as his green eyes studied your face. Except there was no studying necessary.

“I’m a little embarrassed by this,” you laughed nervously, “but I don’t remember anything from last night.”

Soldier Boy smirked. “Want me to give you a reminder?”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary.” You paused. You may not have been as infatuated with the supe as much as you once were, but you didn’t want to come off as rude. “I mean…I’m sure last night was great but I shouldn’t impose-“

“Great? Well if you define squirting on my fingers and cock until you begged me to stop as great then maybe I gotta fuck you harder.”

You were about to let out a moan, but quickly masked it with a sigh. Every part of you wanted to hate him but the ache in between your legs betrayed your voice of reason.

“You can play the ex-fangirl game all you want, but you and I know you never truly get over your first crush.” There wasn’t a more pathetic feeling than regressing back into that naive girl who treated a flawed superhero like a god.

Suddenly, your back hit the wall and Soldier Boy towered over you, his arm the only thing keeping him from pressing you against the wall to grind into your core. His free hand hooked under the strap of your dress, slowly pulling it off your shoulder. As the dress pooled around your feet, he lightly kissed the crook of your neck, electricity coursing your blood as his beard pricked your skin.

His hot breath fanned over your ear. “There’s no need to deny me anymore, sweetheart. I’m here for you to worship and fulfill all your pretty little fantasies.”

Fuck it.

All your common sense flew out the window as you desperately smashed your lips against his. Gripping your wrists, he pinned you against the wall before grinding his semi hard cock against your wet pussy.

Soldier Boy may have been the biggest pain in your ass, literally and figuratively, but he was right about you never fully recovering from your first crush.

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Side Effects of Soldier Boy

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader

Word Count: 391

This fic contains: smut, literally PWP, drug use, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, degradation, Soldier Boy doesn't pull out

Summary: Soldier Boy tries to keep you quiet during sex.

Notes: Wake up babes, Jordan discovered a new hottie to write about lmaoo Anyways, I know Soldier Boy is a walking red flag but unfortunately, I see the world through rose colored glasses hadshghsdl This is another submission for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt no. 239: Seal it Tight. Lowkey, I've been on a role with these quick fics, I don't want it to stop.

Sex with Soldier Boy was addicting. You would say it was more addicting than the cocaine that coursed your system. The blow was essentially the gateway drug to Ben.

The side effects: uncontrolled moans and orgasms that made your soul leave your body.

The two of you found yourselves in a rundown motel room, where Ben plowed you into the mattress at superhuman speed. His strong hand clasped over your mouth, in hopes to seal your cries of pleasure from the outside world. Considering how cocky of a bastard he is, it was bold of him to assume that simply covering your mouth would keep you quiet.

“Mmm, baby, those moans are so pretty, but so loud.” The supe grunted through clenched teeth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Ben’s pulsing cock stretched your walls. You gushed around him, causing each thrust to echo through the dainty room.

“God damn, even this pussy is loud,” Soldier Boy chuckled, making you throb. “Think you want the neighbors to hear me fuck the shit out of you, huh?”

His dirty talk was no help to hushing your moans. Yet, it did push you closer to that sweet release you craved. With Ben being the instigator he is, he knew damn well what he was doing.

The pit in your stomach was growing and it was only a matter of time before it exploded. You pumped your hips up to meet his and he took this as a signal to deepen his strokes until his balls slapped your ass. You were one step away from the edge when Ben removed his hand from your mouth to throw both of your legs over his shoulders.

“Fuck it, let the neighbors hear you. Let ‘em know how much of a slut you are for me.”

That euphoric bliss finally washed over you like a crisp ocean wave. You could have drowned under the wave but a kiss from Ben brought you back to shore. The handsome supe slammed into you one last time before filling you with his seed. He crashed onto the empty side of the bed, fingers lazily tangling between yours. The two of you laid there, staring at the cracked ceiling while catching your breaths. Just as you were coming down your high, you already itched for another hit.

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Side Effects of Soldier Boy

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader

Word Count: 391

This fic contains: smut, literally PWP, drug use, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, degradation, Soldier Boy doesn't pull out

Summary: Soldier Boy tries to keep you quiet during sex.

Sex with Soldier Boy was addicting. You would say it was more addicting than the cocaine that coursed your system. The blow was essentially the gateway drug to Ben.

The side effects: uncontrolled moans and orgasms that made your soul leave your body.

“God damn, even this pussy is loud,” Soldier Boy chuckled, making you throb. “Think you want the neighbors to hear me fuck the shit out of you, huh?”

His dirty talk was no help to hushing your moans. Yet, it did push you closer to that sweet release you craved. With Ben being the instigator he is, he knew damn well what he was doing.

“Fuck it, let the neighbors hear you. Let ‘em know how much of a slut you are for me.”

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Denial and Devotion

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader

Word Count: 880

This fic contains: preludes to smut, implied smut, amnesia, mentions of squirting and fingering, reader was a Soldier Boy fangirl (like me fr xD), toxic celebrity culture?

Summary: You are in denial that you slept with the Supe you used to crush on.

“I’m a little embarrassed by this,” you laughed nervously, “but I don’t remember anything from last night.”

Soldier Boy smirked. “Want me to give you a reminder?”

“Great? Well if you define squirting on my fingers and cock until you begged me to stop as great then maybe I gotta fuck you harder.”

You were about to let out a moan, but quickly masked it with a sigh. Every part of you wanted to hate him but the ache in between your legs betrayed your voice of reason.

His hot breath fanned over your ear. “There’s no need to deny me anymore, sweetheart. I’m here for you to worship and fulfill all your pretty little fantasies.”

Fuck it.

Soldier Boy may have been the biggest pain in your ass, literally and figuratively, but he was right about you never fully recovering from your first crush.

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lace and lust

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x f. reader

Word Count: 391

This fic contains: pwp, lingerie, spanking, hair pulling, hickies

Summary: You surprise Jensen for his birthday with something you know he would like.

Notes: It's national Jensen Ackles day so of course I was gonna write a quick fic in honor of today. This piece is for @the-slumberparty's Eight Types of Love challenge. The prompt I chose was Eros (sexual passion) - Lingerie.

Wearing lingerie stirred a hunger in Jensen the same way it brewed confidence for you. So when he was welcomed home with you in a red see-through robe that gave a sneak peak of your new lacy black bra and panties set, you were pleased to watch his lustful reaction to your wardrobe choice. The corner of his lips curved into a smirk that made your knees quiver. He didn't need to exchange words with you to know he craved you more than anything.

"Do you like it?" You asked, relieving the tension that fogged the bedroom.

"Oh, I do, baby," Jensen purred, his eyelids hooded and pupils dilated. "Turn around for me so I can get more of a good look atcha."

You obeyed with enthusiasm, slowly spinning to face your back towards him. Jensen muttered profanities under his breath as his gaze landed on your ass cheeks that poked out from your panties. A growl erupted from his throat as you bent over with your back arched. It was a picture perfect sight for the birthday boy, but he was too impatient and needy for you to snap a photo for future use.

Suddenly, a strong hand smacked one of your butt cheeks, causing it to ripple like a pebble in water. You gasped at the abruptness of the contact, but didn't have time to process it as Jensen slapped your other cheek with a tad more force than the last.

"Fuck, Jensen, more! Please," you whined in desperation. Jensen chuckled lowly behind you before giving you exactly what you desired. He alternated between both of your ass cheeks, adding more power to each spank, causing your moans to grow louder and breathier.

Once Jensen was satisfied with the damage done to your ass, he grabbed a fistful of your hair by the roots, yanking you up to press your back against his hard chest. His plump lips grazed against your neck, before sucking harshly on that sensitive spot that drove you wild. You whimpered at the delicious combination of his lips, tongue, and beard touching your skin, goosebumps pricking over your arms.

"Thank you for this nice birthday surprise," Jensen's Texan accent oozed over your ear like honey, and you wanted a taste. "If you don't mind, I'd like to unwrap my present and play with what's inside."

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tom-whore-dleston · 6 days

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Denial and Devotion

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader

Word Count: 880

This fic contains: preludes to smut, implied smut, amnesia, mentions of squirting and fingering, reader was a Soldier Boy fangirl (like me fr xD), toxic celebrity culture?

Summary: You are in denial that you slept with the Supe you used to crush on.

“I’m a little embarrassed by this,” you laughed nervously, “but I don’t remember anything from last night.”

Soldier Boy smirked. “Want me to give you a reminder?”

“Great? Well if you define squirting on my fingers and cock until you begged me to stop as great then maybe I gotta fuck you harder.”

You were about to let out a moan, but quickly masked it with a sigh. Every part of you wanted to hate him but the ache in between your legs betrayed your voice of reason.

His hot breath fanned over your ear. “There’s no need to deny me anymore, sweetheart. I’m here for you to worship and fulfill all your pretty little fantasies.”

Fuck it.

Soldier Boy may have been the biggest pain in your ass, literally and figuratively, but he was right about you never fully recovering from your first crush.

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tom-whore-dleston · 6 days

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Side Effects of Soldier Boy

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader

Word Count: 391

This fic contains: smut, literally PWP, drug use, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, degradation, Soldier Boy doesn't pull out

Summary: Soldier Boy tries to keep you quiet during sex.

Sex with Soldier Boy was addicting. You would say it was more addicting than the cocaine that coursed your system. The blow was essentially the gateway drug to Ben.

The side effects: uncontrolled moans and orgasms that made your soul leave your body.

“God damn, even this pussy is loud,” Soldier Boy chuckled, making you throb. “Think you want the neighbors to hear me fuck the shit out of you, huh?”

His dirty talk was no help to hushing your moans. Yet, it did push you closer to that sweet release you craved. With Ben being the instigator he is, he knew damn well what he was doing.

“Fuck it, let the neighbors hear you. Let ‘em know how much of a slut you are for me.”

Navigation | Fanfic Masterlist | Soldier Boy Masterlist

header credit: @saradika | divider credit: @firefly-in-darkness

#thank u for the reblog 😊#hobby27 #soldier boy x reader

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Hands on Experience

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+ only please!!), oral sex (f receiving), hand kink, choking, inappropriate use of pottery, doggy style, mentions of anxiety,

Summary: Reader has another sleepless night and uses pottery as a coping mechanism. Loki finds her and things get a little handsy.

Notes: This smut was inspired by the infamous pottery scene from the movie Ghost. If you have not watched the movie, I highly recommend it because it is such a lovely movie. Plus, the scene is pretty spicy lol. Thank you to @divine-mistake for beta reading! I appreciate you sm :’)

You couldn’t sleep. This was the third night in a row where you lied restlessly in bed. Loki peacefully slept next to you lying on his chest. Your fingers brushed his long waves out of his face tucking it behind his ear. You shook your head envious that your godly lover had no trouble falling asleep. You craned your neck to the side of your bed. The digital clock on your nightstand read 3:00 am. Sighing helplessly, you quietly shimmied out of bed careful not to wake Loki.

You tiptoed to the art room on the farthest side of the house you shared with Loki. You grabbed your phone to turn on your oldies playlist. As a familiar tune echoed the soundproof room, you began creating a new pottery piece. Your hands naturally formed the clay into a large vase and you smoothed over the exterior. While humming along to the next song on your playlist, you continued to fine-tune the details of your vase. You were so focused on your art that you didn’t notice Loki step into the room.

“Ahh, I knew I would find you here,” Loki yawned behind you. You whipped your head around to find Loki standing in the doorway wearing only a pair of navy blue joggers. They sat low on his hips offering you a generous view of his happy trail. The sight of him made you grin and you resumed to the pottery in front of you. Loki’s footsteps trailed closer behind you and he plopped onto the stool next to you.

“Sorry, babe, I couldn’t sleep,” you replied watching your hands glide along the vase. Loki kissed the top of your forehead helping you relax. He knew that you had trouble sleeping at night due to your anxiety and that art was one of your coping mechanisms.

“Darling, you don’t ever have to apologize for something that you can’t always control,” Loki reassured you while stroking your back. The feel of his hand on your back sent a shiver down your spine. Your body began to heat up at the sudden touch.

“Nights like these happen and will happen in the future. But I will always be there with you to get you through those rough nights,” Loki continued. You tilted your head towards him and saw his blue eyes twinkle, realizing that he meant it from the bottom of his heart. His gaze was so captivating that you forgot that you were still holding that clay in your hands. The vase turned into a pile of mush under your hands causing you and Loki to giggle.

“Oh dear, I hope that wasn’t meant to be a masterpiece,” Loki joked, nodding towards the fallen creation. You laughed again and shook your head at him.

“Well, with the God of Mischief by my side, I don’t think it stood a chance,” you poked back. Loki dramatically gasped with his eyes widened.

“My, my, you little minx,” Loki retorted. “I may be the God of Mischief but I most certainly can create something as beautiful as you.” You playfully rolled your eyes but your cheeks blushed a bright pink.

“Alrighty, be my guest,” you challenged, motioning him to move closer to you. “You better not cheat and use magic!” Loki shifted the stool behind you and naturally spread his legs out to your sides. He wet his hands and began sculpting the clay into the vase you attempted to make earlier. You watched his hands move along the clay and pictured how his hands would be on your naked body. You reached around his arms to place your hands on top of his.

“You gotta move your hands like this,” you cupped your hands against his, and Loki’s hands molded against yours. You hummed in approval as the clay began to take shape. Both of your hands moved in synchronization as the clay rotated beneath your grasp. Your body pressed closer into Loki’s to assist him in his art piece. You instantly relaxed against him unintentionally arching your back against his bare skin.

“Darling, I didn’t realize that me doing pottery excites you,” Loki teased.

“Less talking, more sculpting, silver tongue,” you muttered with a hint of humiliation.

“Ahh, so it appears it does excite you. Do you like the way my hands wrap around the clay like this? I bet you are thinking about what else my talented hands can do,” Loki purred tangling his fingers with yours. You hummed at the sensuality of your hands touching against the cold clay. Loki smirked smugly and slipped his hands away from under yours. He placed his hands on top of yours, his fingertips brushing along your hands.

“That feels good, huh?” Loki husked, his touch crawling up your arms. Goosebumps formed on your skin as his clay-covered hands trailed up to your tank top. Loki kissed the side of your neck making you moan out loud. You lifted your hands off the clay and turned your head to face him. You looked up at him with hooded eyes and he peered down at you smugly. Loki leaned down to kiss you passionately while your hands hung to the side to not get clay on him.

Without breaking the kiss, Loki stood up to carry you around him. You naturally wrapped your arms and legs around him while his hands grabbed your ass. You could feel his growing length under you causing your core to get wet. He walked you to the couch and gently laid you down on the couch.

Loki crawled on top of you and smashed his lips back onto yours. He tugged at your tank top and you raised your arms above your head. The tank top was pulled off your body exposing your perky breasts. Loki gripped onto both breasts and kissed down your neck. You moaned as his warm lips traveled from your neck down to your nipples. He sucked one into his mouth while simultaneously flicking the other with his middle finger.

“Yes, Loki, ohh, fuck!” you whimpered feeling his tongue glide along your hard nipple. His blue eyes peered up at you in a way that made your pussy flutter. You swore you could watch him in this position until the sun came up. You didn’t notice him pull his pants down to pleasure himself while he licked and sucked you.

Loki eagerly kissed down your stomach until he reached the hem of your shorts. You groaned at how close yet so far his mouth was to where you wanted it most. The corner of his lips curved upward as if reading the thoughts in your head. Loki bit down on your shorts and pulled them down slowly with his teeth. The pair of shorts fell to the floor as Loki spit them out of his mouth. You subconsciously spread your legs open to expose your dripping pussy to the god above you. Loki’s fingers traveled down to your wetness but you abruptly grabbed his wrist before it could go down further.

“Loki, your hands still have clay on them,” you chuckled causing his grin to grow more wicked.

“No matter. Guess I will have to use my tongue then,” Loki lustfully growled. Before you could process his words, Loki’s tongue lapped along your wet pussy. Your moans filled the silence of the art room as your lover ate you out. Your messy hands linked with Loki’s and you both locked eyes with one another.

“Fuck, Loki, that feels so good! You make me feel so good!” you whimpered rocking your hips against his mouth. Loki growled against you, the vibrations making your pussy pulse faster. He continued to trace his tongue around your wetness driving you closer to your orgasm.

“Loki make me cum, please baby,” you whined squeezing his hands that rested by your hips. His lips puckered around your swollen bud and he vigorously sucked at your clit. Right as you were about to orgasm, Loki removed his mouth from your core. You sighed in frustration but that was short-lived as he flipped you over so you were face down on the couch. He arched your back so your ass was up in the air and he slid his pants down. His cock sprang out, slapping against your thigh, and you moaned as his tip smeared precum on the back of your thigh. Grabbing his cock with his right hand and your ass with his left, he swiped his length along your folds.

“Ready to take my cock, darling?” Loki rumbled. “I know you’ve been wanting it since I walked into the room. Tell me and I’ll give it to you!”

“Please, Loki, I want you inside me now, please!” you whined with your face against the cushion of the couch. Loki smirked, calling you a good girl, and fully thrust into you. You screamed in pleasure when he bottomed out inside you. His strong hands clutched onto your delicate hips, allowing him to piston into you at an inhuman speed. You bit the leather couch holding back a yell as Loki pounded you into the furniture. Loki grunted profanities into your ear as his palms dug deep into your soft skin. He lapped the outer part of your ear with the tip of his tongue resulting in you pushing back into his thrusts. His hands found their way up to your body and wrapped around your neck. They mimicked the way he formed the clay with you on your neck and your breath became jagged as he choked you.

“Is this what you were thinking of darling? Were you thinking of how I use my hands to bring out your raw desires? I love how fucking dirty you are for me, all mine,” Loki moaned while manhandling you. He repetitively hit your sweet spot with his tip and you felt that familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach.

“Lokiii, I’m gonna-” you began breathlessly submitting to Loki’s full control over you.

“I know, baby, I’m right there, too. On the count of three okay?” Loki panted, fucking into you harder indicating he’s about to come. You nodded frantically relishing the way his cock filled your insides.

“One. So good baby, fuck!”

“Two, I love you darling, shit!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tipped towards the edge.

“Three!” Loki yelled and you both came undone together. He shot his load inside of you while you creamed around him. The smell of sex filled the air as you and Loki halted to catch your breaths. He pulled out of you and kissed your lower back. You could feel the mixture of cum drip from your used pussy. It was the hottest sensation you had ever felt.

Loki wrapped your small body into his embrace and left butterfly kisses on your forehead. Your eyes began to droop, a feeling of relief that you were finally ready to sleep.

“Looks I fucked you to sleep, huh love?” Loki taunted with a chuckle. “C’mon let’s get you to bed.” He started to pick you up but you protested.

“Wait, can we stay here?” you requested, and without hesitation, Loki nodded. You drifted further towards your slumber as Loki plopped back down on the couch with you. The last thing you remembered hearing was Loki whispering “I love you” and your playlist ending on its final song.

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Warning: Soldier Boy thots - Minors DNI

wanna talk about this gif but I will save that for another convo kgjadlkgjd

Thinking of Soldier Boy and his toned, muscular body. He’s so strong he can stand and carry you while fucking you silly. Since he’s a supe, it’s fairly easy for him to drape your legs over his forearms, grip your hips, and bounce you on top of his cock. Feeling his tip deep inside you makes you gush around him.

At first, the only grip you have on him is your nails clawing his back and shoulders. As his skin grew slick with sweat, you can only manage to hold his thick, golden brown hair. The moment you tug at the roots of his hair, Soldier Boy turns animalistic. His green eyes are blown with lust and he unleashes a growl that he only lets out on the battlefield.

Like a snap of the fingers, he mercilessly pumps you up and down his length as if you are a fleshlight. Except a plastic toy can’t feed into his inflated ego the way you do when you remind him how good he fucks you. Your moans are music to his ears and your facial expressions are a picture perfect view.

A few hard strokes later, you are twitching and screaming in his arms from a blissful orgasm. It’s only a matter of time before Soldier Boy holds your hips tightly against his to fill you with his cum.

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What I've Been Looking For

Pairing ▹ Joaquin Torres x gn. reader

This fic contains ▹ fluff, birthdays, soulmates AU, Joaquin and reader are 24 years old, alcohol consumption, sibling banter, lightly beta'ed writing

Word Count ▹ 1.2k

Summary ▹ Every year, you wish to meet your soulmate but are becoming less hopeful of it coming true.

Notes ▹ It's my birthday!!! You all voted for a birthday fic and I delivered 😜 I would like to count this fic towards my submission for @late-to-the-party-81's Challenge Yourself challenge since this is my first time writing a Soulmates AU. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed! 😊

Prompt ▹ Sharing birthdays: soulmates are born on the same day, share the first breath with each other by @creativepromptsforwriting/@creativepromptfills Dividers ▹ @firefly-graphics

Birthdays were a sacred celebration. You lived in a world where your soulmate was born on the same day as you, sharing your first breath together. Every year, you wished for the same thing before blowing the candles of your cake out. You wished to meet your soulmate. The soulmate that came into this world the very exact moment that you did. As the years went by, you became more discouraged from meeting that person you were meant to live the rest of your life with. Nevertheless, you continued to wish to meet that special somebody.

Upon waking up to the sun shining down on your face, you sighed, throwing the bed cover off your body.

Another birthday. Another wish to waste on someone that may as well be a myth.

As you walked into the kitchen, you heard a cheerful shout from your sister.

“Happy birthday!”

“Oh, it’s that day again, huh?” You joked before giving her a hug.

“Of course it is!” She started to run to the fridge, pulling out a small cake and plopping a candle on top. You couldn’t help but laugh at the lengths your sister went to make your birthday special, even if she knew that it wasn’t your favorite day of the year.

“I really appreciate the gesture, but I am not eating cake at 8 in the morning.”

“Oh, c’mon! It’s guava flavored. Your favorite!” For a slight second, you were tempted to give in and eat a slice. You couldn’t resist anything guava flavored.

“Alright, fine. But I am not blowing candles or making wishes.”

“What?” Your sister looked like she was about to cry. Was it her birthday or something? “You will have bad luck if you don’t make a wish.”

“Eh, who cares? I haven’t had any luck with a soulmate so what else do I have to lose?” You walked past her to brew a cup of coffee and she followed you like a newborn duckling.

“I care! I know you feel defeated about not finding your soulmate but I know they are out there. I love you so I want you to be happy. And that starts with enjoying this cake with me. With the candles and singing and wishes!” You admired your sister’s persistence. She may have been younger than you but she fought like hell for you. Maybe you could do without a soulmate, as long as your sister continued to stick around and tolerate your pessimism.

“I love you too, little sis. Thank you for the cake. For everything, actually.” You pressed your forehead against hers. “Now light this bitch up, and try to sing on key.”

The end of your birthday was approaching and so far, it wasn’t too bad. You, your sister, and a couple of your friends went out for dinner and drinks with a balcony view of the sun setting over the beach. The alcohol in your system caused you to fully relax as your gaze followed the orange orb descend in the purplish yellow sky. You had just gulped the last day of your champagne as a crowd of employees marched towards your table with not one, but two chocolate cakes littered with sprinkles.

You glanced over at your party, confused upon seeing the second plate of dessert. They all shrugged before pulling out their phones to record you. One server finally placed a slice of cake in front of you, and you flashed them a thankful smile. Then, you followed the other piece of cake to the next table. The same server set down the plate in front of a man so ethereal, you could have mistaken him for Prince Charming.

That man glanced at you, catching your gaze as the candles on your cakes flickered under your smiles toward each other. Time stopped and the rest of the world ceased to exist as everyone around the two of you sang “Happy Birthday.” You couldn’t tell if it was his enchanting stare or the fizzling drink you downed, but your cheeks warmed up and butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. Everything about this man was mesmerizing, from his sculpted bone structure in his face to his fluffy dark curls, and then the radiant energy that he exerted as the gentlemen across from him sang drunkenly. You wanted to know his name, his story, and his hopes and dreams.

Amongst your trance with him, you discovered his name was Joaquin since his buddies shouted it louder than your equally drunk friends and sister did with your own name. Joaquin wasn’t a common name, but that was what drew you even more to him. Joaquin was full of wonder. You may not have known then and there, but Joaquin was just as enamored and curious about you.

“C’mon, make a wish!” One of your friends yelped behind her phone. Your eyes shut and a hopeful grin spread across your face. For the first time, you had a different wish.

I wish for Joaquin.

Opening your eyes, you blew out the flame and the sounds of cheers and claps filled the atmosphere. Peering back at Joaquin, your eyes met once again, lingering a little longer than before. His teeth glimmered under the last bit of sunlight that peeked from behind the horizon. The sun finally disappeared, but then the moon and stars took their place in illuminating Joaquin’s beauty for you to admire.

“Hey, why don’t you stop gawking over that guy and go say ‘happy birthday’ back.” Your sister laughed. Your lips curled inward as if you had been caught with your hand in a jar of candy. Suddenly, you grew nervous at the thought of approaching him. This man could be the soulmate you have yearned for your whole life. But what if he wasn’t what you expected?

You wouldn’t know unless you tried. And so you did.

The chair shifted under you as you stood up to walk towards Joaquin. Before you knew it, he was doing the same exact thing. Walking toward one another felt like your hearts were being pulled by a string that connected you two. By the time you were only feet from one another, you had wished you had some champagne to chug before leaving your seat. But once you locked eyes with Joaquin, all those years of disappointment and defeat vanished. Hope, love, and happiness began to fill that hole in your heart.

“So…” You began. “It’s your birthday too?”

“Yeah, it’s actually my 24th to be exact,” Joaquin responded, combing his hand through his brown locks.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Same here.”

Joaquin beamed. “I figured. Who would have thought that it would take me 24 years to finally feel truly alive?”

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to tear up. No witty comeback could top his, and deep down, he knew that. It was hard to believe that you had finally found your soulmate. All that was certain of you was that you did not want this moment to end.

“Well, I’m not much of a cake person, but I do like long walks on the beach.” You laughed at his corny comment. “Wanna get out of here in a few?”

You nodded without hesitation. Joaquin took your hand in his, symbolizing the beginning of a beautiful life of many birthdays and growing older with your soulmate.

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