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When you start dating John it takes no time for you to fall into bed with him. He’s military, life is short, he would have waited but good god he looked so good that night, rain soaked him as he grinned like a mad lad. And a relationship with John is easy, he’s chill, likes to see the lads, even brought you around to meet Simon.

You’d thought the other man hadn’t liked you, barely talking to you the whole night to the point you felt suffocated with disapproval. Until you’re all getting up to leave. He places his big mitt on the top of your head and you can tell from the way the corner of his eyes crinkle that he’s smiling behind the black disposable mask he hadn’t taken off, simply pushed up to drink his pint. 

“Picked a good’un, Johnny,” his deep voice feels like it vibrates through your body.

You’re beaming as he shuffles out, and when you look to joke that you guess he did like you, you notice that John’s neck is turning red, heat rising up through his shoulders and to his face as he looks down at you with pure lust. 

You don’t make it home, pants shucked down in the backseat of the car as he fucks you like a dog, panting heavily into your ear while he calls you his good pup, coos how happy he is, that he loves ya.

You don’t think much of it, happy to have gotten fucked so thoroughly.

Then he starts getting a little funny, the porn he’ll put on starts being threesomes, toys are gradually getting bigger, he buys more lube. 

Again you don’t think too much of it. If he wants a threesome, surely he’ll say something. 

It’s after almost a week of cuck porn that he asks if you’ll let Simon fuck you. Please, for him, for his birthday. You worry that it’ll be awkward for him, but… but that approval Simon had given you had turned you on. 

So you agree. 

For his birthday.

It’s a whole day affair. Simon shows up in the morning, passing John a small box and tells him to open it. 

The cock cage is cute, pink. On Simon’s orders, he has you putting it on your boyfriend before he has you on your knees, taking him as far down your throat as you can as Johnny watches. 

Simon calls you a good puppy, praises your abilities, dark eyes never looking away from yours even as you start tearing up as you try to take him even further, pushing past your gag reflex.

Then his thick fingers open you.

He has you sit on his cock on the sofa, whining the whole time as you’re faced with John, face, neck, and chest ruddy as he watches the whole thing. He asks Simon how you feel, and the blonde doesn’t hold back. He tells him how warm and snug you are, how he can tell Johnny’s been working you open for him. How he’s the only person who’s ever gonna be allowed to fuck your holes now.

You watch John’s milky cum spurt out of his cage.

The next morning, Simon’s still there, lounging as he drinks milk straight from the jug.

Congrats on your new boyfriend. 

Don’t worry, Johnny’s still there. It’s just that Simon is too now.

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Nikto who comes back unprompted in the middle of his work day. Towering directly in front of you before you could even realize the door was open. It takes him the slightest of moments to wrap himself around you, stuffing you into his chest while you resist. Humming happily when you recognize him by scent and stop resisting.

He lets you go only to kiss you. Praising you for being such a good puppy, recognizing your owner by scent. Patting your dumb little head and giving you a nasty deep kiss before he makes his way back to work. Your scent fresh in his mind.

It makes you wonder who's truly the dog.

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put that knife away. you are Not ripping my underwear off in this economy what's the matter with you

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Just like you have safe words/nonverbal actions to let your partner know to slow down or stop, y'all gotta incorporate predetermined provoking words/actions that let your partner know 'I want you to escalate the scene'.

For example, mine is spitting, if I spit, I just know I'm about to get my shit rocked. It's been scene changing for us, especially for cnc. It's a nice way to beg for more rough treatment without breaking the immersion. I can still fight back and struggle but I get him to choke me harder or slap me like I want.

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just to make you all aware, some weirdo took cores user cordeliawhohung after they deactivated. core reached out to me to let me know that’s not them!! so if that freak does anything, that’s not core. block that person please.

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I feel like some people need to relearn Genre Expectations... "Man, this tragedy sucks!!! Why didn't they just do XYZ, then everything could have ended happily!!" well, then it wouldn't be a tragedy, would it. "Man, this lighthearted teen romcom is terrible, it's so sappy and unrealistic!!" Well, yeah. If it had been gritty and dark, it wouldn't have been a lighthearted romcom, would it. Is the writing actually bad or are you just trying to order a milkshake from a Home Depot

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“Tight pussy this tight pussy that” y’all not turning her on?? Y’all aren’t getting her so worked up and wet that you can slide in with two fingers and no resistance at all? Y’all not rocking with an open, welcoming pussy that’s soft and all but pulling you in? Tight pussy means she’s not worked up enough and your job isn’t done yet. Her shit shouldn’t be clenched til she’s cumming around your fingers so hard she’s seeing god and it’s important to me that y’all know that

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Playfighting that turns into sex reblog if you agree

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boot humping Ghost with his fingers in your mouth while he smokes like you aren’t even there…

oh lordt i see what you do to others. so real like

yeah i'd be riding THAT. gotta have you rutting against his boot and in front of the boys, too. oh oh, his fingers tasting of sharp, tangy nicotine. oh----

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Hnnngggg thinking about Soap’s undeniable scent kink.

When he gets deployed he takes a piece of your workout clothing with him. Tight bike shorts preferred, if he can swing it.

If you wanna steal his stuff to wear, that’s fine, but he has two rules:

1) you can only take stuff from the hamper. Nothing clean. He wants you breathing him in and smelling like him.

2) it goes both ways. So he’s allowed to steal and wear your stuff too. And you know he wants it fresh off your body. You may as well just drop your clothes in his arms when you go take a shower.

Keeps a pair of your used underwear in the sun visor of his car. And yes, this has jumpscared people borrowing his car in the past. Including you.

Likes to use one of your shirts as a pillowcase, bury his face in it, and jerk off while practically drooling on it and muttering about how much he loves you.

If you really love him, your ass is NOT wearing any perfume or deodorant on his birthday. And you’re gonna get a workout in.

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One more thing before I go bury myself in a pile of blankets:

To everyone who voted Democrat for the first time, every former trump supporter who voted for Harris, everyone who voted for the first time, every Republican who did not want this result and voted for Harris, thank you.

I got a text from my cousin who has voted third party for decades who voted for a Democrat for the first time yesterday.

My aunt who voted for trump in 2016 and who's husband is a proud MAGA sent me a Snapchat late last night saying she is one of the women who secretly voted for Harris.

A former friend from college who used to be deep in the Republican party posted on Facebook yesterday that he voted for Harris.

I know you aren't the only ones.

I see that you tried.

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god going on a date with johnny whom you matched on tinder and he's the type of guy you avoid like the plague; jaw-dropping good looks, cheeky ㅤㅤsmiles, hits the gym more in a week than you've done all year and worst of all, could charm the pants off a snake.

so it's truly no wonder that you end up letting him bury his face between your thighs and lap at your glistening sex until your moans almost turn into screams and you haven't even left the bar's driveway, then left to watch johnny wipe the condensation off the windshield with a spare shirt so he can drive you home all the while his chin drips with your slick.

he fucks you against the front door once inside, legs hooked over his arms, then again over your couch, hand curled around your throat, and again, in front of your full length mirror while he tells you how pretty you look taking all of him, to look at how pretty you look, his crystalline eyes latching onto yours through the reflection, pretty as a peach.

then he leaves you with his spend sticking your thighs together, a languid kiss that tastes of you, and with his personal number on a scrap piece of paper.

and that's the last you hear of him. he'd said that he's quite a busy man, military and whatnot, and all in all, while you'd raked your nails down his back on the first date, it had been a date. you require more than good sex to get into a committed relationship.

a swipe of your thumb brings up tinder again, and you match with another bloke not your type. big, broad man, biceps the size of your thighs with a deadpan stare that sees right through false bravado. but he's doesn't seem to care in the slightest that he makes you nervous, doesn't care that you stutter out responses to his rather abnormal questions.

simon takes you home and sits eerily silent with his hands dwarfing the steering wheel as you chew on your lip before tentatively inviting him in for a nightcap, and you must be the luckiest person on the planet because he's just as devoted to your pleasure as your last partner.

he brings you peak after peak with his tongue, his fingers, swirls your pearl with the tip of his misaligned nose. then he lets you be on top first, concentration knitting your brows togethee as you try to fit all of him in and pride warms your cheeks when you can hear his teeth audibly grind as his fingers bite into the soft of your waist once you take him to the root, thighs flush against his hips.

you come undone more times than you can count, the neighbors more than likely knowing his name by the time he walks out the front door (after checking the locks on your windows) and that's that.

until it isn't because a text from johnny awakens your phone screen, an invite to a restaurant downtown next saturday, one you've only ever fancied of eating at and well-

a date is a date, isn't it?

you tell him to pick you up at seven and he tells you to wear something you wouldn't mind letting him keep underneath, preferably something in red. (must've seen that particular number while you looked for some sleeping shorts before he left that night.)

hopefully you won't feel too bad breaking things off with whoever doesn't ask you to be theirs first.

(simon and johnny fuck each other to the thought of you back at base, simon's fist viciously tight around johnny's cock as he's got him drooling into the flattened pillow, almost like she's fucking you too, eh, johnny?)

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Ghost doesn't cutesy talk cats, he talks to them like other adult men and it's hilarious.

They're at a safehouse, and Ghost is listening to the radio, Price hears him talking to someone, and he's confused because both of his sergeants are conked out asleep.

So, he walks around the corner and finds Ghost sitting on a step with the radio playing and a stray kitten biting his laces while he talks to her. "I don't believe shoelaces constitute part of a balanced diet."

John just sits down on the step next to him and ignores how his knees click. "What's her name?"

"She's yet to disclose name or rank, but given that she's clearly smarter than those two through there, I'd say she's a lieutenant." He responds so dryly that John can't help but snort.

"Ah, I see. Making her way through the ranks at her young age, impressive." He leans forward to pet the kitten, flattening down the tuft of fur sticking up on her head.

"She's a hard worker, look at those paws. Grubby, she's been busy."

The kitten offers them a mewl in response, and he nods accordingly.

"She's stern, reminds me of Laswell."

That makes Ghost laugh.