#cherry soldier

[johnpodlaski]

SOUTH VIETNAM’S THERMOPYLAE

The Spartan-like defense and tragedy of Xuan Loc, April 1975. After fighting for twelve straight days, the valiant stand at Xuan Loc by heavily outnumbered ARVN soldiers echoes the famed sacrifice of King Leonidas’ 300 Spartans facing Xerxes’ Persian masses at the Battle of Thermopylae in 480 B.C. Greece. The Persians then marched south and captured Athens. Read about the last major battle of…

[cherryredstars]

Filler post but…

Deprived boyfriend who’s just so enamored by you.

NSFW, 18+, Fingering, Oral & Penetrative Sex

He can spend hours between your legs, fingers teasing and rubbing against that pretty pearl that twitches for attention. His heavy breathing warming your soft skin as his pupils dilate. Your poor, deprived man who just wants you to feel so good and looks up at you with those crazed eyes that scream for your praise.

His whimpers vibrate against your cunt as he tries to pull your own noises out of your plump lips. Eyes half-lidded as he slurps and drowns himself in your thick scent and sugary juices. Tongue exploring every inch of your folds, growling against your fluttery walls when you try to push his head away. His teeth threatening to nip at your fingertips when you try to toy with your own clit, greedy to be the only source of your pleasure.

Can’t even rip him off of you when he sinks into your burning heat, drool slathered across the junction of your neck as he humps you like a dirty dog. His hips sloppy and bruising every time you moan or whimper out that praises he runs circles around for. Every small gasp of how full you feel or every screech about how deep he is goes straight to that caveman part of his brain that drives his dick. Doesn’t care that he’s twitching and he’s about to collapse on top of you, he’ll pump release after release into your gaping hole. Even if his ears are ringing and tears are falling down his face from his own overstimulation, he’ll still find the energy to grind his soft cock against your walls until he passes out.

[markofcastiel]

Let the man play an openly queer disaster bi already

[lord-cherry-bucket]

-Did you just call me Clint?

-Shut up, Barton.

Or when your crush coworker gets hurt during a mission and you go feral.

[sowhat17live]

Does he look yummy? Nope!! He looks incredibly delicious 🫠😭

[whitefeathers]

wishing I was approximately 68 years old so soldier boy would do me from behind with a hand over my mouth to stop my drooling & a joint in his mouth that he puts out on my ass …

[littlefankingdom]

Qbxozbfievxibfj, I'm dying

Jaybin is learning to be a detective, but he isn't quite there yet. Bruce doesn’t want his boy sad though, so chocolat cake it is, while they got through looking for clue together.

Just, Bruce being Jason's dad.

[girlishwhimsies]

nah cause i just know soda is annoying as fuck to share a bed with. like bro is SPRAWLED OUT on that bed, pony barely has room most nights like he wakes up on the floor sometimes

[quotidianish]

Bit of an art dump now that I’m up and kicking for the week- and if I’m lucky, the next two months! Yippee!!

[bomikalover]

New fav stream is unlocked!!

[baconpal]

Welcome, to a Different Dimension!!

[johnpodlaski]

Voices from Vietnam - A Marine's Letter Home

Paul Keaveney, of Smyrna Beach, Florida, served in Vietnam as a Lance Corporal with the 3rd Force Recon Company, First Marine Division. In February of 1970, during a patrol in the A Shau Valley, he and his fellow Marines ended up in a firefight with NVA. For his actions that day, he was awarded the Silver Star. Written from his hospital bed, Keaveney’s letter to his parents is now part of the…

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Couples Trip

Epilogue for Sweet Treats: by character  | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Please let me know what you think <3

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You let your hand float over the rush of air, your arm bent out the window of the car as you watch the landscape pass. You smile as the stereo buzzes with classic rock. You're almost bouncing with excitement; it's been a long time since you've had a vacation, if ever.

And your company couldn't be any better.

You sit back and look at Bucky as he changes the station. He gives a glower to the screen and hits the button again, stopping on a familiar beat by Tom Petty. You know it vaguely. The drums are pretty cool.

"You're pretty amped up," he comments in his cool way.

"Yeah, sorry," you make yourself sit still. He's so stoic, he makes you feel a little ridiculous for feeling anything. "I just... I've never been to a cabin before."

"Uh huh," he keeps one hand on the wheel as he leans back, his arm bent over the console, "nothing to do with meeting your hero, huh?"

"What?" Your heart falls.

"Don't lie to me. I know you can't wait to meet Steve."

"Well, yeah, I mean... it's cool but I'm more excited to be with you, babe."

You reach over to touch his hand and he twitches. You almost recoil. He's tense but you don't know why. You're supposed to be having fun, relaxing. It's a break for both of you.

"Sure," he mutters and sighs at the road.

"You want me to take over for a while?" You offer, "you tired?"

"I'm fine. You don't even know where we're going."

"Yeah, but I can take directions--"

"Can you?" He scoffs.

Stolid silence. He was in such a good mood earlier, you don't know what happened. There's never really an explanation but you think you know why. He's not over his ex. It makes you think that maybe you're just a placeholder.

"I can. Come on, I'll take the wheel, baby--"

You try to caress him and he reaches for the wheel, moving out of your grasp.

"I don't need you to mother me," he says.

"I'm not," you pout, "I'm just tryna help."

"Uh huh," he grumbles again, shutting you down.

"I'm sorry," you fold your arms and look out the window, the air blowing harshly in your face. You lean into the door and try to ignore the ache in your chest. He'll be fine, he's just stressed from the drive.

"Just..." he huffs as he follows the curve of the road, "try not to embarrass me. Steve doesn't need some fan girl going gaga."

"Sure," you agree as you hold back the croak from your voice, "I'll be good."

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The cabin is nice. You admire the red trim along the eaves and around the windows as you get out of the car. There's an SUV already parked closer to the porch. Bucky snaps his door shut and pops the trunk, meeting you there as he lifts out your bag then his own.

You reach to take your knapsack but he holds it out of your grasp, "got it."

"Alright, I'll get the door," you chirp, trying to push away the layer of tension still lingering.

He doesn't reply and you go ahead of him towards the porch. He follows you up and you pull back the screen door, the interior one already open. You wait for him to go ahead of you, following behind as you watch his broad shoulders. You don't know if it's you or his past, but he always seems angry these days. You miss when he wasn't.

"Bout time," you hear another voice, familiar even if you've never heard it in person, "how's goin', Buck?"

Bucky drops the bags on a bench and greets Steve, the Captain America, with a clap on the shoulder, "long drive."

"And who's this?" Steve peeks around him, "hey, Steve."

"Yeah, uh, I know," you accept his outstretched hand, "hi., Captain."

Bucky introduces you dully. You smile nervously and pull back, once more hugging yourself.

"You'll have to forgive my lady, she's not feeling so great. Think she ate something," he explains, "but I was about to get a fire going."

"Sound fine," Bucky paces around, as if inspecting the place.

"How about first I show you to your room?" Steve suggests.

"I'll catch up," Bucky waves him away.

"Right," Steve gives you a look, his brows popping up briefly. He goes to the bench and grabs the bag, "this way."

He directs you away and points you up a staircase. You climb up ahead of him and he tells you which door to go to. You enter and leave it open for him. He drops your luggage on the bed as you admire the quaint patchwork curtains.

"Hopefully he loosens up," Steve nears the door, "he's usually got some stick up his ass."

"Yeah," you peer out the window at the rows of trees before the glistening coast.

"You're a brave woman," he kids, "I'm sure you got a few tricks on how to cheer him up, huh?"

You look at him, unsure of his meaning. You nod and turn back to the window, "thanks."

"No problem. Kinda my thing, helping out those in need," he intones, "especially pretty girls."

You wait for him to go. You hope he's right about Bucky. You don't want to spend this whole trip on eggshells.

[velvtcherie]

imma be fr with yall but i didn't (emphasis on the past tense) really care much for caleb before since i barely knew anything about the man but they done turned my boy into the winter soldier and i am LIVING for this development

and on that note i will pay infold to give me more caleb content rn

[lord-cherry-bucket]

I'm sorry, Tony.

[thehozierpoll]

Nobody's Soldier

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