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flashdoggy:

“There’s a vintage that comes with age and experience.”

Jon Bon Jovi

“Hm.”
“What? is it the lighting?”
Courtney looks up from her camera and makes a face. “No. The photos look like catalogue shoots. These are your engagement shots! You want to feel the love. All I’m feeling right now is a jeans commercial.”
Brandon looks at his fiance and then at Courtney. “Should we move to a new location?”
“Hmm… no I like this location,” she replies, “And the lighting. And the angle. We just need more of an interaction between you guys, I think. Something not so static.”
Kent looks at Brandon. “So…what does that mean?”
Brandon thought. “We could do that stupid game your brother does with his kids.”
“Which one?”
“The got-your-hands thing.”
Kent chuffed through his nose. “That’s for kids.”
“Oh what you think you can beat me?”
“We are not doing this.”
“Ok fine,” Brandon said. He grabbed Kent’s hands with his own. “Fine, get out of my grip then.”
“I can get out fine! I mean …I could… hey let go!” Kent insisted.
“Nope!”

Courtney watched them basically wrestle sitting down. Every time Kent pulled his hands out, Brandon grabbed him back, and Brandon had one hell of a grip. Kent was not prepared for Brandon to have a tactic – twisting the fingers together made it hard to pull away. It got silly fast. They were too busy to notice the camera whirring as the shutter speed fired.

“Let goooo!”
“Nope!”
“Ok fine, tables are turning, now I’m on offense!” Kent shouted.
“Oh god no, you have a way stronger grip!”
“Too bad!”

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by ccallenreese

Oh my god, I hope he doesn’t notice my boner. I can’t help it. He’s just…sweaty and shirtless. Fuck. I hope he doesn’t notice. I hope he doesn’t notice. Please god don’t let him notice.

Oh shit  – he has a boner! Being shirtless has turned him on! It worked, but I didn’t plan on what to do after…Damn, I hope he doesn’t notice I’m staring! I hope he doesn’t notice! I hope he doesn’t notice! Please god don’t let him notice.

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puprazor:

@acheckmate

Puppy would not sit still while you were baking and kept jumping on you, causing you to spill and make messes. If he were still, all you heard was whine whine whine! It was like you never fed the pup. If he had been good, he would get to lick a beater. But no, he was being a bad puppy so he got… well, secured. And he had to stay like that, the smell of the cookies baking filling the house. You didn’t untie him when the oven beeped either – only when the cookies were finally cooled. On then did you untie him. Even then, Puppy still had to sit and stay to receive a cookie. You were pleased that he was obedient and earned his cookie. Lessons are sometimes learned through rewards. You knew he would never let the nightmare of being denied a beater haunt him again.

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toshiagain:

Who needs a boyfriend when your cat is super clingy?

The party swirled around us. Beers crack open like wood snapping in a fire. Music drifts through the background, running off someone’s iPod. The acrid scent of weed fogs the air. Someone had nudged the basement window open which did nothing to alleviate the smells of college kids having a party on a humid Saturday night.
Jacob had been sitting next to me for a while. More than a while. Like maybe-he’s-doing-this-on-purpose for a while. When I drank my beer, he got us both new ones. We’d been talking to each-other and ignoring everyone else. Complaining about our chemistry homework. Our room-mates.
His crazy hovering mother.

The shit this poor house had been through. But also, our goals and dreams. Our prospects. Our futures. I felt like I could talk to him forever. I hated that I had to pee. 

I came back from the bathroom to find the house cat had jumped up on the cushions, but Jacob had saved my spot on the sofa. I settled in with beer number three and some pretzels from the snack table. I also brought some cocktail-sized hotdogs and we ate them together. It felt like we were spectators and this party was a sporting event. We noticed Allison flirting with Aaron and him totally missing it. Eventually Jacob hollered with alcohol-induced boldness, “Hey Aaron! She is trying to tell you she likes you, will you pay a fucking attention? No one else is gonna show you tits like that!”
I thought it was hilarious. I almost had to pee again.
That of course though, led to the topic of dating and partners. He asked if I had a girlfriend. I told him I wasn’t into girls. There was a long pause. He said, ‘Oh’. I waited for him to get up. He didn’t. I ate another pretzel and tried to figure out the expression on his face.
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Have a girlfriend.”
There was a long pause. It was long. “…Jacob?” I asked.
“Sorry,” Jacob answered. He was absentmindedly petting the cat curled up next to his leg. “I just noticed Allison and Aaron are gone.”
I looked around. “Good for them.” We high-fived and went back to eating. “But seriously, do you have a girlfriend?”
“…I’m uh, not into girls really either. I’ve been noticing, at least.”

“Oh,” I said. I cringed at how surprised I sounded. “Oh ok.” I suddenly became aware of how drunk I was becoming.
There was more silence. I missed the banter. “So uh, Jacob. Do you want to try uh, going out sometime? Or just hanging out sometime, if that’s too much?”
Jacob stared a hole into where three other people were drawing mustaches and horns on an out-dated poster of a model hanging on the wall.
“Well,” he said, as if remembering he was in the middle of a conversation. “You are going to have to fight for my affections for another lady, you know.”
I raised an eyebrow. “…Lady? But I thought you said…”
Jacob pointed to the cat. “Madge is very clingy and does not like it when I come home smelling like other people.”
I laughed. “Maybe I can bribe her with tuna.”
Jacob looked at her. “I think she would betray me for tuna. Clever boy.”
I smiled. “Well maybe the first date could be at your place here and she can judge my character?”
Jacob snorted. “You sound like you’re trying to appease my mom on date night.”
“…Judging what you’ve told me of your mom, I think appeasing your cat would be easier.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s the truth, right there.”
I finished the pretzels. “So…?”
“You wanna come over Thursday to play video games? I bought brownie mix.”
“…Can we make weed brownies and play Mario stoned?” I dared to ask.
Jacob looked at me. “Dude that is a marvelous idea.” We fist bump. “We’re friends now.”
“I dig,” I said. My chest was hammering. My first college boyfriend? Maybe? Just maybe? Well, depends on if Madge likes me. She was cuter than I am, after all.

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puphandl3r:

Mmm firmly grasp the neck 🙂

Dorian stepped in the door, which was hard, since his pup was pressed up against it trying to tackle him.
“Woah hey there boy! Down boy!”
Pup Razor chuffed at him and butted up against his legs.
“Yes yes hello.” He gave the boy a scritch behind the neck. “I am very welcomed home yes.”
“Bark!”
“Yes yes.”
After he’d been properly greeted, Razor made another bark and then trotted off.
“Oh come on, did I say something? Where are you going boy? You’re not going to steal my shoes even?”
Razor came back with an envelope in his mouth. It had teeth marks on it. It was pink and smelled like roses.
“Aww pup what is this?”
“Bark bark bark!”
“Aw you drew a heart on it. Pretty good for a dog.” Dorian teased. He took the envelope over to the couch and sat on it. He made a noise, fished out a toy from between the cushions, and then sat down. Razor sat on his haunches in front of the sofa with a shoe in his mouth.
“Oh so you did get one huh?”
“Bark!”
“Silly boy. Let’s see. What’s in here?”
Dorian opened the envelope. He pulled out a card that said, ‘You DOMinate my heart’. He laughed. “Awww this is so adorable.” When he opened it, heart confetti fell into his lap. “Oh jeez puppy!”
Razor giggled.
“Silly boy. Goodness. Oh well, that’s a mess now. What did you write here?”
“Dear Sir. Happy Valentines Day <3. <3<3<3. I like to draw hearts. Anyway. I just want to say how much I LOVE YOU and I love having you as my handler.
You have given me SO SO much support since I became your pup. You taught me how to file my taxes, to check my credit score, taught me what your mortgage is, and how to pick a better credit card. Airmiles!! Plus I feel so more confident and articulate since you have been teaching me better manners and that it’s ok to not feel like I need to challenge ever male in the world. I’ve never been so happy and understanding of my place – which is of course, at your side as your pup <3<3 You have opened my eyes by trusting me to go with events with you and be by your side. I love exploring this world of kink. I couldn’t have done it with your guidance.
I looove you so much. You are the best mentor ever. I hope you love me as much as I love you and that we can have another Valentine’s Day next year.

Love,
Pup Razor“

There was a paw print drawn under it.

“Aww pup. Puppy. This is…this is…” Dorian sniffled. “Pup this is so wonderful. Come here.” He patted his lap and Razor leapt up. Confetti went everywhere.
“Come here Razor. I love you.”
“Bark bark bark bark!” Razor expressed his love with licks and nuzzles.
Razor rubbed his neck and gave scritches to his scruff. Dorian smiled. “God you are so cute! I am so happy to come home to you and teach you everything you need to know.”

Dorian got licked and loved on until there was confetti everywhere.

When Dorian got up to decide what to make dinner, he had to laugh at what he found in the fridge. Razor had bought a steak shaped like a heart and it was in a plastic heart container.
“Is this for you Pup?”
Razor pointed to himself and titled his head. “Baroo?”
“Oh you silly boy. Alright, steak for dinner it is. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Bark bark!”

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thenerdysubmissive:

“Y’know what’s better than a sunset?”

“What, Sir?”

“Watching it while getting a blowjob”

“… Woooooooooooow”

“What? You said to be more romantic!”

“Well I won’t say no to one Sir. Nice of you to offer.”

“….but that’s…not what.. that’s, I mean…”

“Oh? What do you mean Sir?”

Sigh. “….Nevermind. Fine. Undo your pants, boy”

“Hehehehe. Yes sir.”

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“I’m just gonna grab something one se- …McConnell what the heck are you doing in here?”
McConnell looks sheepish. “Well you see,” he points to the cot he’s blocking. “It’s Donahue’s birthday, and he’s sick in bed. We have a shortage of gay porn here, so I’m giving him a dance to entertain him.”
McConnell makes a face. “I thought the Marines were supposed to be gayer than us.” He grabbed what he needed from his cot and left.
Donahue coughed. “Damn straight they’re gayer than us, and that’s coming from a gay man. Army pride.”
McConnell looks at him.
“What? Gonna set things…straight around here, I guess. Are you going to finish McConnell?”
“You actually want me to keep going?”
“Oh fuck yeah I do. You have a nice ass. Keep it up.”
“Uh why thank you Donahue. Alright, cue the music!”

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Julian awoke in the pre-dawn hours to the sound of tears.
It took him a moment to remember there was someone in his bed. Matt had slept over the night before. He didn’t want to be alone. Somehow they both fit on his full-size mattress.
“Matty?” he whispered. “Are you ok? Are you in pain?”
“I’m too scared!” Matt sobbed. “I don’t want to go to surgery today! Please Julian I don’t want to go!”
Julian parted his lips but no words came out. He swallowed. “Come here,” was all he could say. “Lie on me.” He encouraged Jasper to roll onto his side and onto Julian’s chest. Julian put an arm over him.
“It’s ok to be scared. Surgery is scary. Being cut open is scary. But you need to get better. I know you feel fine right now, but soon the pain meds won’t do it anymore. If that small tumor is cancer, then we can’t let it spread. It has to be biopsied. It has to go.”
“But it’s in my head,” Matt sniffled. “I don’t want them to go in there. You’re not supposed to. What if they change me?”
“I can’t guarantee nothing bad will happen if you go into surgery, Matty. But if you don’t, I know something bad will happen. It will grow. Spread. Hurt you.”
Matt whimpered.
“But if you’re a brave boy and get surgery today, that bad thing won’t happen. You’ll take a nap and it’ll magically be over. You will be good as new.”
“…But what if something goes wrong and I wake up a vegetable.”
Julian looked down on him. “I will take care of you for the rest of your life, and love you just the same.”
Matty began to cry again. “I love you Julian. I know you just think of me as your pesky best friend but…I really love you. You’re like a blood brother to me.”
Julian felt a lump form in his throat. “I love you too, my little dove. I want you to be healthy. Will get the surgery for me?”
There was a hiccup. “Yes. I’ll do it for you. All that tumor does is threaten to take me away from you. I want to be with you without it there. I hate knowing it’s in my head right now.”
“That’s it, doveling. That’s the right attitude. What’s the Prodigy song you like so much?”
That got a small smile out of Matt. “Invaders must die.”
“Exactly. We don’t have to be at the hospital until 7. Let’s got a few more minutes of sleep ok?”
“Ok, Julian.” Matt says, snuggling Julian’s pectoral. “This is so nice. I feel so safe.”
“When you wake up in the hospital after surgery, I’ll be resting next to you so you can cuddle me ok?”
“I – I would love that.”
“Then it’s settled. Now sleep a minute.”
Matt just sighed.

And soon the room was quiet except Matt’s little hiccups. Julian stroked his hair until it was time to get up. Julian couldn’t fall back asleep. He could sleep while Matt was in surgery. Right now, Matt needed a protector. Julian wished there was something he could do to protect Matty from this tumor. He hoped keeping him positive and strong would help them conquer the fight. “I’ll do all I can for you.” Julian whispered in the quiet room, and crossed himself to seal the promise. 

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“Where’s my shirt?”
“Here, babe.” You hand him his shirt. “Damn, that was good. I’m gonna go grab something to drink, you want a La Croix?”
“Sounds great,” He says with a smile. You nod and smack his ass and slide out of bed. You go to the kitchen, get a drink, and kick the door to the fridge shut with your foot. When you come back in the bedroom, you pause in the doorframe to appreciate the view. He’s standing there, pantsless, in front of the window. The outline of your hand is clear as day on his peach ass. You grin.
After a moment, he senses your presence and looks over at you with that adorable brown doe eyed gaze. “What?”
“Nothing,” You say. “I just love looking at you a lot.”
“Awww,” he coos. “Thanks babe.”
“I mean seriously.” You hand him the La Croix. “I think you just should stop wearing pants in the house. I’ve never seen your legs and ass look great in any clothing as they do completely bare.”
You’re delighted to see him blush so hard that he forgets how to speak. He just looks at the floor and smiles. You put an arm around his shoulders and kiss his temple. Bare, fucked, marked, and yours. How it should be.

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