cherry !!

freak enthusiast | 19

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john price who’s a perfect gentleman in bed…at least, on the surface.

he knows how thick he is, and he insists on pulling two orgasms from you before he even thinks about fucking you. and isn’t that sweet, how concerned he is with your comfort?

but deep down, he really only does it because of the way it puts you just this side of overstimulated when he finally slides home. you’re absolutely soaked, dripping with the juices of your release and still shaking with the aftershocks of the second climax when he notches the fat head of his cock against your twitching hole.

he groans when he meets no resistance, your body too lax and weak to do anything but let him in on one filthy wet, sinfully slow push forward. you don’t even get a chance to suck in a breath before he settles his weight on you, fucking into your drooling, oversensitive pussy.

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ghost isn’t always much of one for smoking weed, but every so often, after a long mission, all he wants to do is lay on the couch and get stoned, let his mind go slow and foggy.

but he’s found what he likes even more is watching you do it. he tracks your movements with hungry eyes as you bring the joint up to your mouth, your soft lips wrapped around the filter, exhaling smoke slowly.

he feels his pants tighten as your head drops back, your eyes going half-lidded and hazy. when you finish the joint, he pushes you back onto the couch, hooking his fingers into your waistband to pull your shorts down, pressing you under him. “shhh, birdie,” he hums roughly, one callused thumb rubbing against you slowly. “jus’ relax for me,”

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imagining gaz who’s love language is acts of service. he knows you had to grow up too fast, and aren’t used to have anyone else to rely on, so he loves when he gets to take care of you in all the little ways. he’ll memorize your skincare routine, anything you do to your hair, and the soft pajamas you put on.

after a long day, when all you want to do is collapse into bed, he takes care of you like it’s second nature - cleaning your face gently, and swiping moisturizer on. he brushes out your hair and makes sure you have your pajamas, before tugging you into bed and rubbing your back softly as you fall asleep. and it makes him so happy, to be able to take even one thing off your plate and see your eyes so a little soft and pleased when he proves you can rely on him.

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imagining gaz who’s love language is acts of service. he knows you had to grow up too fast, and aren’t used to have anyone else to rely on, so he loves when he gets to take care of you in all the little ways. he’ll memorize your skincare routine, anything you do to your hair, and the soft pajamas you put on.

after a long day, when all you want to do is collapse into bed, he takes care of you like it’s second nature - cleaning your face gently, and swiping moisturizer on. he brushes out your hair and makes sure you have your pajamas, before tugging you into bed and rubbing your back softly as you fall asleep. and it makes him so happy, to be able to take even one thing off your plate and see your eyes so a little soft and pleased when he proves you can rely on him.

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soap comes from a big family, and they celebrate everything, so naturally, birthdays are a big deal.

then he meets you, a sweet little thing from a bar on leave, and fuck, he’s head over heels. his heart feels like it’s fit to burst every time you smile at him, and there’s this animal in his brain snarling at him to shower you with attention.

so, a few months into you dating, johnny casually asks what you want to do for your birthday, which is coming up quick. he expects any variety of plans or ideas - what he doesn’t expect is for you to shrug offhandedly, and say, “i don’t think i’m gonna do anything,”

he blinks, taken aback, and cautiously checks, “ye…don’t want to do anything?” to which you only shrug again, noncommittal and unconcerned.

it doesn’t feel right to him. he grew up where birthdays were always a special event, where parties and gifts were a given. to not celebrate you, the girl who had consumed his life since the moment he first laid eyes on her, felt like something he could already hear his mother scolding him for.

so, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to shrug as well, while the gears in his head started whirring.

-☆-

on the morning of your birthday, you drifted slowly out of sleep, roused by the sensation of feather-light kisses tracing the slope of your neck. johnny had to bite back his smile at your sleepy, questioning hum, rubbing little tender circles into your side.

“g’morning, angel,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face and cupping your cheek gently. “happy birthday,”

you sighed sleepily and sank a little further into his hand, murmuring a nearly silent thank you. “made ye breakfast, hen,” he whispered, and revels in the soft surprise that flits across your face when you catch sight of the tray sitting on the bedside table, piled high with fruit, toast, and sausages.

“you didn’t have to-“ you started to stammer, a little flustered by the attention you didn’t usually get on your birthday, and johnny shook his head firmly. “did it ‘cuz i wanted to, aye?” he insists.

and when you finally relent and let him hand feed you bites of strawberries and toast, he becomes all the more convinced that he’s going to give you all the celebration you’ve been missing.

my birthday gift to myself!! apologies for the brief hiatus, more coming soon <3

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simon riley who touches you casually, almost unconsciously. sitting on the couch, minding your own business when his hand, heavy and calloused, slides under your waistband without warning - sliding straight to your clit, dragging rough fingertips over it, all while he’s still watching tv, looking unfazed.

coming up behind you while you’re working, reaching around you to grope your tits, massaging them firmly in his hands, murmuring tiredly, “what d’you think we should do f’r dinner, luv?”

he’s just never had someone who he can show affection to freely, so seeking your soft, easy intimacy is like a balm for his soul.

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imagining gaz as your childhood best friend, who you met the first day of kindergarten and stayed close with through the awkward years of puberty and the horrible drag of high school. but when you graduated, kyle was enlisting, off to the military, while you were at home for a gap year.

you kept in contact, texting daily and calling when he was in between ops. kyle gets to hear all about your new boyfriend, and pretend he’s not digging his nails into the meat of his palm, frustrated but unable to blame anyone but himself. he wanted to be yours, and it was so hard to know someone else had you, mind, body, and soul.

that is until one day you called him, and your voice was wobbling, soft and subdued in a way he had never heard before. and so he prodded, “what’s up, luv?” only for you to admit through tears that you found out your boyfriend had been cheating on you for months. and kyle saw red. the thought that anyone could have you (perfect, feisty, beautiful you) and be stupid enough to fuck it up? to seek out other women behind your back? it was entirely unfathomable to him.

he comforted you on the phone, assuring you that you were worth more than that idiot ever was, offering to take care of him (and his heart warmed at your wet chuckle, telling him, “i handled him, kyle,”), and all he could think about was how desperately he wanted to show you what it’s like to be loved. truly and completely, without hesitation or condition. because for him, with how long he had been doing it, it was as easy as breathing.

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dog hybrid!soap who’s more akin to a puppy than a werewolf - playful and sunny, always seeking out ways to get closer to his pack. when price praises him for an op well done, he can try to act nonchalant, but you can see his tail wagging happily behind him.

johnny takes a quick liking to you, the newest 141 recruit, with your warm demeanor and willingness to pet him when he snuggles up just a little too close on the common room couch. one time, he flops down on the sofa with a dramatic sigh, and you laugh, stroking a gentle hand over his ears and down his neck. “what’s wrong, puppy?” you cooed playfully, and suddenly johnny is flushed bright red, very glad he’s laying on his stomach so you can’t see the way his cock begins fattening up against his thigh.

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ghost who breeds you hard and fast, like you’re his personal fleshlight, his hips stuttering and helpless groans leaving his lips as he fills you up, pressing in tiny little thrusts to get it as deep as possible.

then he pulls out with a breathless chuckle, watching it seep out of your abused hole, and slaps your inner thigh with a cheeky little, “thanks for that, li’l bird,” before wandering off, leaving you trembling and aroused, still aching to get off.

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thinking about john price with a sweet little thing who’s maybe just a little…slow. she has a soft, innocent and naive disposition, and flounces through life wrapped up in a dainty sundress and her head in the clouds.

price has spent his whole adult life killing and strategically destroying enemies, and to have a darling little bird who’s too sunny and innocent for this world feels like a blessing he doesn’t deserve. and maybe he has a bit of a thing for you being dependent on him, but who can blame him?

if you talk about wanting to get a job, maybe start bringing in some more income, he just frowns confusedly at you. he’s working, and he rakes in an honestly disgusting amount of money, so don’t you worry about that sort of thing, love. is this your way of asking for a credit card with a higher limit?

and don’t think he’ll let you know any more than the bare minimum about his job. you might hurt that sweet little brain of yours worrying about him if you knew :( if you do try to broach the topic, he tugs you into a deep kiss, tongue flicking at your lips until you’re a breathless, hazy mess, barely able to string together a thought. then he’ll ask about dinner, and you’ll be too distracted to keep pressing on the topic, only able to agree with whatever he says with a breathless giggle.

[staytrueblue]

The way this beautiful SAS man took the bullets out has me hypnotized

first off I would like to thank god