strikersunindie (David/Nathan)

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David looked lovingly into Nathan's eyes, his hands resting right on the sheriff's chest as he felt that talented finger just teasing his hole . He whimpered, a little overwhelmed with intense building need just leaning in to kiss the older man. Having an older boyfriend was something else, but losing his virginity to the man felt just right "Nathan... babe... I'm ready" he whispered, smiling "You can do it... you can put it in me... I want you to" he leaned in to tenderly kiss the man again, pushing his ass back just a little against the other man.

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Nick was standing behind the counter in his claustrophobic occult bookshop, whilst drumming along to quietly meandering music against an almost empty paper cup. The black marker scribbles read 'Rick' and it made the werewolf infinitely furious he'd been kind enough to not bother the barista with 'Nicolau'.

He sighed and emptied the last drops of mediocre coffee, another wave of anger washing over him, this time about the store's unusable kitchenette and his consequent inability to make his own coffee. And god, did he pride himself with making great coffee. It rendered the whole situation even more unbearable.

When the door opened and the bells chimed, Nick murmured a half-hearted "Hello" but the moment he breathed in, nostrils flaring, inhaling that scent, he had to look up. "You...?," he barely made it above a whisper, mouth suddenly dry.

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Miguel generally tried to look like a serious man, but Max could make that quite hard. That day they needed to do groceries, his big man plugged his hole with a vibrating toy he could control from his phone and from their home until the aisle with beverages, Miguel was assaulted by surprise vibrations that would shake his knees and turn his eyes. Unbearable was one word that could feet his need. His jeans had a wet spot, because his caged cock oozed the precum from his balls. His mind was almost numb to the pleasure and his brain was pushing him to do the most outrageous thing ever. Dropping his jeans and exposed his round, fat cheeks, he begged to be fucked. "If you're going to tease me like this." He moaned. A wet sort of complain, really. And just as expected, Max did it. He fucked his ass right there, pushing the toy with all his ass juices down Miguel's mouth. He took it and his tongue swirled and cleaned it from that delicious, piggy taste. But the pleasure of it all was so quick Miguel almost let out a cry. They were stopped by unwanted shoppers and Miguel took almost too long to pull his pants up. The toy still in his mouth, after all, it was Max's. As the person moved away and Max looked at him, Miguel spilled the toy. "I thought you liked the danger." Miguel handed the toy back to his lover. "Besides, it is the middle of the afternoon. There's almost no one around. So if you're kinky, we do it here. If not-" He thought for a moment. About the surroundings and the neighborhood. "There's a spot behind the parking lot where men go cruising. We can walk there from here."

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Mark had met him at a bar. It wasn't supposed to be anything serious, just inviting a handsome bearded man to his home. Just something, or rather someone, to scratch the itch while Mark's husband was gone. It was meant to be a couple hours, maybe three since this man just looked so good. Once Mark revisited the bar, a couple hours turned into a couple nights. A couple nights turned to staying for the weekends each week. And after each night, Mark would come back at that same bar. And every time, he'd fall for him the same way - with his tongue. He noticed that first and noticed how savory it looked when paired with his lips. Then Mark would notice how inviting they looked when paired with the man's beard. After the beard, Mark would notice his eyes. By that point, he'd be too far gone - mouths devouring the other's while Mark's ankles were in the air.

As time went by, they got riskier. Sometimes Mark needed that itch scratched more than once a day. Sometimes with his husband, Lorenzo, close in tow and minutes before Calixto leaves the backdoor. Sometimes with Lorenzo still in the house, both of them quite - and sometimes not - as Mark started the day mewling into the crook of Calixto's neck from the pleasure. Of course Lorenzo didn't know what to think when he found them together. Mark suspects Lorenzo was somehow won over in a similar way. Whatever the case may have been, Mark was just happy he got to feel like a malewife again. Maybe Calixto was that charming or maybe having one man wasn't enough for Mark, who knows? It didn't stop the smile on Mark's face whenever the biker came to visit.

"I've been wondering when you'd drop by." Mark chimes, hugging the other as he welcomes Calixto into their home. Mark had been been cleaning around the house, making it nice and clean for Calixto to relax. "Hope you're not too exhausted." He chuckles, holding Calixto's hand and leading him to his bedroom.

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Will knew that he shouldn't be messing around with someone like Calixto. The other man was a member of the biker gang, and Will? He was a talk show host who constantly had eyes on him. Still...There was something addicting about how the other man treated him. About how Will was free to simply enjoy himself around the other man. Will was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that showed off his ass and his cage well along with a crop top that showed off his tits quite well. "I wouldn't be against it, you know?" Will pointed out, his breath hitching at the slaps to the cheeks of his ass and the way that he arched back into them. "Going to your place. Would love to see what it's like." He said as he felt his tiny cock twitch in it's cage.

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Ezra came from a family of very few beliefs. The ones his family did believe in were too much for Ezra to support. He left his remote village of selkies in search of beliefs that were his own. As a grown man now, he finds himself believing less. Certainly does not believe in bad luck, especially on Friday the 13th. It certainly helps that this Friday the 13th was in fact his birthday. Ezra hasn't kept making traditions from back home. In fact, he had decidedly created a few of his own since living on his own. Some of which included his birthday.

He was seated on a stool at a bar, just like every year. Crowded and full with fun seeming people. Although Ezra hadn't expected it to be a biker bar. Nevertheless, Ezra sat comfortably and drank comfortably, even spotting a good looking man from across the bar, sporting a nice biker jacket and an even nicer beard. His birthday present to himself, he's decided. Ezra takes a swig from his beer, needing a bit of liquid courage to walk up to the very handsome man.

"Evening." He begins to says to the other man, tipping his cowboy hat to him. "Y'all seem to be celebrating something mighty fierce, what's seems to be the occasion?"

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Luke laid on the floating device as in the giant pool that they had underground, completely naked allowing his body to be exposed by the lights as he found himself relaxing taking in the bright lights above and found himself dozing slightly.

Maybe taking a day off to be naked and enjoy himself had been such a bad idea at all..

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rafe could be known for being a bit of a brat sometimes. especially when his heat was close or going on, and his pack needed him. he had to pick between himself and his pack, and his pack always won out. but his attitude was definitely nasty. such as right now. rafe had to leave the safety of his nest and room to make sure that some renovations and some improvements and repairs were being fixed for the rest of the house and the pack. rafe had spent a shit ton of money, and had paid a local business/man to do it. when he got there, the man was repairing the sink. and fuck if the omega couldn't help but to feel himself already flushing.

damian was a walking wet dream. and his omega was already in his head swooning and chanting for them to be bred. a scowl made it's way onto his face as he looked at those biceps as the other fixed the pipes under the sink, and the werecat couldn't help but to shiver as his sensitive nose caught the musky scent. fuck...he needed to get this done as quick as possible.

"are you done yet?" rafe asked, sounding pretty rude and like a brat. the 'alpha' of the pack of omegas feeling uneasy being this far away from his nest and safeplace. "my pack will be back in the next few days, and this place needs to look perfect for them." he asked as he made his way towards the other, bending down to look under the sink himself. the tank he wore clung to his tits, and the track shorts? hid very little of how thick his ass was.

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Blair couldn't help but love the spear sometimes. Feeling like the artifact has saved his life a fair share of times. Right now the spear was disguised as a tattoo that way nothing can happen to it. More specifically, a tramp stamp that was right above the full globes of his ass cheeks. A squeak escaped Blair as his hands came down to try to hide the small bulge that the other man was pointing out. "Have you ever tried being peaceful, man? Ever tried thinking of using his frustration in other ways?" Blair asked the other as he moved towards him with a small smile.

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Derek sighed. After facing down the coach he was at a crossroad. He knew it was a risk to play sports, but he was willing to risk it and this is what he got. After a few out there plays that would have left any human near exhaustion the coach ordered for Derek to go see a massage therapist to make sure he was resting properly.  The first suggestion was a physiotherapist but Derek had managed to talk him down, a physio would have actual equipment to and medical data that he probably wouldn’t have been able to explain.

That’s how Derek found himself standing in front of a massage table staring at it suspiciously. “So.. How does this whole thing work?” He asked glancing back up to the stranger in front of him.  

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Nathaniel let out a heavy groan as he snuck into his office, dragging a hand down his face as the other dropped his bag by his desk. In the back of his mind the retired Navy man had an inkling this insatiable, unforeseen neediness might have something to do with his werewolf roots, but as per usual he had planned on ignoring the whole situation until it disappeared on its own. Which, of course, it did not. The previous night Nathaniel had attempted to drink himself into a blackout to get through it, but upon waking up this morning not a single thing had changed.

Hell, it was as though the feeling only grew in intensity as the day went on instead, and by the time the night rolled in he was positively fed up with feeling so helpless. Something had drawn him back to his office after hours and still he tried to ignore it, immediately attempting to throw himself into paperwork when he slumped down in his chair - but the second his handyman walked into the office Nathaniel found himself sitting up at attention. "D-Daniel?" He quickly shut his eyes as he could feel them threatening to flash a different color, then barely managed to clear his throat before speaking up. "S-sorry for not warning you I'd be back tonight. I'm not going to be in the way of anything, am I?"

strikersunindie (Thomas/Jaime)

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Thomas clung to Jaime tightly, so thankful the gym owners office didn't have windows as he felt those obscenely thick powerful fingers rubbing over his needy hole "Fuck Jaime... god, my hole's so fucking ready for you" he whispered into the man's ear, arching his ass back against those fingers which also made his cock rub against Jaime's "You gonna fuck me hard Jaime... fuck this big man ass so hard you have to carry me out of here?" he asked, his voice so low and needy just enjoying every little touch of the other man.

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looking for: anyone (m if romantic)

muse: Nick Silva (bibliophile morning grouch... oh! and a WEREWOLF), thought about doing a younger verse thing (20s to early 30s) but can also do main verse (40s) if preferred; fc is Wagner Moura

Over night a sudden rain fall had conquered the land, everything vanished behind a grey veil of torrential downpour and driving had become a dangerous, if not lethal, endeavour. So it came that Nick found himself trapped inside his weekend getaway rental. If only he'd been alone, none of it would've mattered. But with the full moon fast approaching...? He had to get away from people. Before something terrible happened.

"What does the forecast say? When will it stop raining?! I gotta leave."

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Honor had brought him to his knees, but that was as far as it went to explain his position. Truth, he might not have done it consciously if Casidon had not defeated him in battle, but since Yoshitsune had pledge in favor of the victorious, it was his duty to kneel, bend and serve. Not one hint of shame into his tongue running up the boot, taking in the salty flavor the piss of his Master had left behind. Not one shadow of shame for his bare ass and exposed, teased hole under the throne where Casidon sat. The only thing Yoshitsune could not begin to explain, not even to himself, was the hard on between his legs. His manhood had never been that hard for any of the women he had laid with in his original life. Back from the death because of the gods, he found himself burning with life for Casidon, a man who defeated him honestly and fairly. His tongue licked from bottom up of the boot, his hole, slightly sweaty, puckered and relaxed under the rough warrior's thumbs. The taste of piss filled his mouth, drenched his mind. He cleaned the boots of it and finally pulled one off. The stench hit him as he put the boot against his nose. He pulled the next boot off and smelt it just the same. A warrior's honor, he told himself silently as he bent down again. Casidon's feet were on the floor, but Yoshitsune licked the toes and between them like a dog would. A warrior's honor to serve his Master.

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The battle was intense, Ethan and Jed were never far from one another as they worked together to strike down anyone on the other side. Their side was losing, they knew it but never stopped. The opposite side had more men and some of them were real monsters, killing the soldiers with ease. Their commander had been caught and the horn was blown, sounding the end of battle and their loss.

Stripped of their weapons and most of their clothes, they were forced on their knees while the winning side got to choose who they got to reward them for their good work. Ethan looked up, defying any man that walked closed to him to pick him. It worked as the first ones walked faster to get further away. Jed was looking down, feeling too old for this shit and knowing Ethan's stare would scare most away.

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Juan Carlos was a busy man, he has enterprises all over the country and overseas. Usually he has people to handle the day to day, so it is a strange sight to see him in the construction site for his newest billion dollar investment when it isn't even done yet. The thing is he has his sight set on his man on the site, Mal is not his usual type, not a young, pretty thing bending over backwards to get his attention or interested in his money. Mal is here to do his job, Juan is decided to make him forget all about it.

"Yes, yes, very good." He said, after listening to the man go over the details of the construction. He frowned at the high sun, sweat pooling on his skin, he could only guess the state of the other man after working under those conditions half the day, "Are you done here? I need to get going, but I want to continue this conversation. In the car." He pressed a hand against his side, fingers reaching towards his lower back, thumb feeling muscle and the distracting belly of the larger man as he motioned towards the car where his driver waited. His tone left no room for arguments, he expected Mal to follow him without arguments.