SURVIVORS.

[raidersden]

tucked away on the outskirts of the city you will find a dilapidated church that is not as abandoned as you might think. In fact, it's known to the few who live there as The...

In this post apocalyptic future the only thing that matters is surviving. There is no more right or wrong; you simply just do what has to be done in order to get by and to protect and provide for your own-- and this small band of men knows that better than anyone else.

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[mad3lyncline]

𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑵 𝑴𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑼 . Via Tiktok ( x ) .

[raidersden]

open to: male bottoms scenario: your muse stumbled upon the raiders several months ago. the others were hesitant to let your muse stay but tristan saw something in them and convinced the other's to let your muse stay; a relationship, of sorts, began between them but now your muse is thinking of leaving.

It was barely dawn and they were gone. Tristan had grown accustomed to waking up with them tucked into his side; making the cot they shared feel like a king sized bed he would have been happy to drown in with them in a world before all of this. they had become a constant warmth for him; more reason to fight, and to survive; they had become something that almost made this ragtag team and rundown church they lived in feel like home. They were gone. Sleepily throwing himself off the cot, pulling an old tattered baseball cap onto his head to hide his hair and cover his eyes as the morning light began to break and pierce through the shattered stained glass windows, he wandered through their compound in search of them. He thought, for a moment, that maybe there had been an attack or they heard something so they went out to investigate; or maybe they were trying to make breakfast with some of the supplies the guys had just brought back from their last raid-- but he never thought he would find them near the front door; stuffing a duffle bag to the brim with supplies from his teams vaults; supplies that they would only need if they were leaving.

"So that's it then?" He couldn't really blame them, in fact he couldn't help but feel like this was his fault. They were the only one he had opened up to about his concerns that staying stationary like this-- becoming stagnant-- was going to be the groups downfall, that they needed to stay moving to survive-- "You were just going to rob us-- me-- and just leave without saying anything?"

[bubbarnes]

relatable

[evrikka]

STEVE MURPHY & JAVIER PEÑA | Narcos 1x10

[queennymeria]

Kyle Gallner as Nick Bianco in Just Breathe (2025)

[zanephillips]

Fernando Lindez and Nuno Gallego Elite 8.04 "No soy de nadie"

[boysfromtheburbs]

Bryce eyed his customer with amused, half-lidded eyes. It wasn't too often a high-strung type found himself in his neck of the woods. Just seeing him squirm was enough to call the interaction worth taking time to indulge in, even if it didn't end with him getting off. Bryce liked to think he did a decent enough job of keeping the place not totally disgusting. Then again, the look on the man's face told him otherwise.

"It's my go-to offer because I like putting dicks in my mouth to pass the time when I'm bored." Bryce shot back curtly, not even bothering to lower his voice. It didn't matter much when they were they only two in the place. "And I'll have you know, I'm really fucking good at spraying all purpose-cleaner on these surfaces every now and then." Bryce grumbled, suddenly all defensive about work he really couldn't give two shits about.

"You might just be missing out, man, I dunno what to tell you." He shrugged, eyeing up the man on the other side of the counter. The question was such a no-brainer, it almost annoyed him to have to answer it. "Uh. Yeah? Like, all the time. Most guys just want head, but I get my fair share of propositions the other way I around. I usually accept."

[raidersden]

The brazen admission caught him off guard but Casey couldn't judge him for it. That, at least, was something the two of them had in common. "My driver says the same about me," he allowed himself to admit with a slight shrug as his face dropped with disappointment, "until he was let go because," he lifted his hands to make mocking air quotes with his fingers as he let his voice take on a sarcastic, condescending, heightened tone, "daddy made a bad deal at work so we have to let go of some of our luxuries right now. you don't need a personal driver casey." Clearing his throat, he smoothed down the front of his shirt as a subtle blush dusted over his cheeks as his outburst left him feeling a bit embarrassed. "Yeah, I can tell. I can smell the bleach." He wanted to argue that simply smelling the cleaner didn't mean anything was actually clean but for once he decided not to be a total brat.

"So you offer that... all the time... and people just say yes?" He wasn't hating on the idea, in fact he was a bit intrigued by the offer; he was just more intrigued by the idea of getting to suck the guy off himself instead. "You mean if I proposition you... you would say yes? For head? Or do you ever get more out of these... propositions?"

[mndvx]

[raidersden]

open to: male tops scenario: lack of resources is more of a threat to life now than what's left of the zombies that turned the world on it's head... and your muse has found themselves in the raider's den.

Staying concealed in the shadows, AJ kept his handgun aimed at their back as they stepped into the abandoned church's baptismal pool; the groan of the pipes just loud enough to mask the mechanical whirring of his prosthetic left hand as his grip tightened around his weapon. Thankfully all of their valuable supplies were locked away in the wine vault downstairs, that was one less thing he had to worry about, but they still shouldn't have been here; they shouldn't have been able to get inside that easily.

"Hate to ruin your bath," his voice was coarse and graveled, his lips pursed and his brows furrowed, as he finally stepped out and made his presence known; his weapon still aimed on the now naked man waist deep in the pool filled with cold, fresh, clean water. "but I'm going to need you to tell me how you got in here..."

[thrcbbing]

⸻ open to: bottoms ⸻ muse: aaron, your hot and sleazy unemployed older (step)brother. ⸻ read my rules before interacting, please and thanks

if there's a time and a place to be reaching into your own pants to squeeze at yourself, it's surely not the middle of the day or the family living room. and yet Aaron doesn't seem to care. he keeps going unbothered and uncaring, with one hand wrapped around himself, squeezing and stroking lazily, while the other holds his phone up and he keeps scrolling. sometimes he double taps on a picture to like it, and sometimes he just stares at it a little longer before slowly moving up and down on himself. he's not even trying to be subtle about it, there's only the fabric of his grey sweatpants covering his lower half and the one and only door that leads directly in and out of the living room stands wide open directly in front of him on the couch, not that it matters, he's too focused on his phone anyway.

[raidersden]

Another long grueling day at class followed by hours of training to earn his license to work as an EMT ended with Thomas coming home to a long list of things that needed to be done around the house; and, of course, none of it had been done yet. He called out for Aaron when he first arrived but didn't hear a response so he assumed his older brother was actually out for once, doing something, and began the list. After a half hour or so of working in the kitchen, he made his towards his bedroom so he could plug his phone in-- annoyed by a dinging notification letting him know Aaron had liked one of his posts on instagram-- only to pass by the doorway to the living room. "What the fuck?" he questioned, loudly, as he stumbled into the scene and his eyes settled on his older brother stretched out on the couch, without a care in the world, scrolling on his phone; with one hand lazily stroking himself off underneath his sweatpants.

"You've been here the whole time?" Thomas shouldn't have been surprised, his brother pulled stunts like this all the time. "I thought I was helping you out, not doing everything, while you-- you-- you..." Despite not being able to bring himself to say it, as Thomas glared at Aaron he couldn't help his eyes from lingering on the shape in the other's sweats; watching each time his hand slowly slide up and down the length of it.

[notgaybuckybarnes]

AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON Fuze (2026)

[mythicalmen]

open to: males (tops/verse/bottoms)

summary: casey has been working his shift as a dancer and has been requested for a private dance by your muse

connection: stranger, regular patron, ex, friend, fellow student, professor, neighbour, crime boss, whatever you like

Casey had known they'd been watching him most of the night while he'd been dancing. Whether it was on the club's stage or on the bar - their eyes seemed to never leave him for long. Not that the young man was unfamiliar with wandering eyes, he was good at his job for a reason. Still he couldn't say he was surprised when he heard they'd requested him for a private dance. So he moved his way to the booth, the cocky smile on his lips as he pulled back the privacy curtains and finally caught their gaze.

"Well, well. Aren't you just my biggest fan tonight, hm?"

[raidersden]

The fighter didn't often have a lot of money to his name. What little he made in winnings went to his gym and his coach just so he could keep training, and so they could afford to keep getting him the best equipment, but this time he had extra money to burn, loads of it, and rather than wasting it at a casino or in some dingy bar he found himself here. Mesmerized by a dancer that might have been the most beautiful man he'd ever seen in his life. He'd never admit to that aloud though; he had a reputation and an image to uphold. Still, he couldn't keep his eyes off the man and when one of the clubs attendants approached him rather than brushing them off and acting as if they were insane for even thinking Dorian was looking at the other man, he took advantage of the opportunity and paid to have the dancer all to himself; in private.

"M'sure you say that to everyone that finds themselves back here for you..." He mumbled, tense from the curtain being pulled open. "I thought we would have our own room not-- this--" he gestured at the booth around them. The curtain did allow for privacy but it was hardly removed. He wasn't sure what he needed the privacy for-- but he still had expected more of it. "Can," Dorian cleared his throat as he nodded at the curtain in the dancer's hand. "Can you close that back?"

[invigouros]

open to younger tops. ulrik is a college professor of history, and your muse found out his affinity to offer his holes to his students. your muse has exploited this knowledge for months and treating him as your personal whore. now ulrik is saying no more ... but your muse can remind him why he won't do that.

" we can't keep doing this. you can't keep doing this to me. we need to stop. " ulrik said, trying to put as much authority in his voice as he can. he was still the professor here and he should be in control. he should know how to stand his ground.

but even with all the effort, his voice still sounded more like begging which is not helped by how shaky his words were. " this is very unprofessional and inappropriate. do you understand? "

[raidersden]

"Huh," with pursed lips, Luis let his head shake in mild disappointment before bending down to dig through his bag to find his phone. "You know, that's funny." He commented under his breath. After finding his phone, he stood back up and unlocked the device; keeping the screen angled away from Ulrik as he swiped through the contents until he found what he was looking for. "Just a few days ago you were begging me to never stop; begging me to use you; thanking me, even, for using you like my own personal cumdump." He taunted, letting a breath of silence linger between them as he glared at Ulrik. "...Or have you forgotten?" Then he pressed play, flooding the space around them with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin as the recorded, broken voice of his professor said everything he'd just accused him of and more. All of it recorded and in Luis's control to do with as he pleased.

[illustrioussin]

open to : men who top muse : logan marshall [ early thirties , sub + bottom , fireman ] plot : logan feels awful because he forgot it was his boyfriend's [ your muse ] birthday today and he's never one to forget important life events. cue him mentally spiraling while trying to bake a surprise birthday cake when your muse returns home earlier than expected, ruining the entire moment.

"No, no no!" Logan exclaimed, the last remnants of a British accent clung to the syllables of his words anytime he was worked up like this. He paced the kitchen, fingers pushing through his hair, flour dust covering the apron he wore and nearly every counter surface in the kitchen. "You weren't supposed to be home from work for another hour at least! I had this whole thing planned!" He spoke a mile a minute, the words tumbled from pink lips like a firehose on full blast. "As soon as I realized I'd forgotten that your birthday was today I felt like absolute shit about it so I rushed to the grocery store after work and picked up the supplies to bake you the perfect cake and I was going to have cake and candles and sing you Stevie Wonder's rendition of the Happy Birthday song wearing nothing but this stupid apron but then the cake started going to shit and apparently I don't know how to use a standing mixer and I forgot to buy eggs and one of the balloons popped and--" He stopped and took a breath, he pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. "--I'm sorry I'm a shitty boyfriend. Why did I think me doing terrible Stevie Wonder karaoke with my ass out would fix that?"

[raidersden]

Bastian was hardly the sentimental or emotional type. That often led to him coming across as uncaring and rigid but over the course of their relationship Logan had started to make Bastian soften; to make him change. So rather than being annoyed at the other's haphazard plan and the onslaught of an explanation he was met with, the chemist managed a soft smile; nodding his head along as he drank in ever word the poured from his boyfriends perfect, pink lips; intoxicated by the way his accent muddied his speech when he was worked up like this. As far as Bastian was concerned nothing was ruined whatsoever. It helped, mind you, that he technically hated his birthday; or, at the very least, never put any attention on it himself and preferred to treat it as any other day.

"You are the furthest thing from a shitty boyfriend," he answered softly as he hung his keys on the wall and set his bag down before making his way further into the mess the kitchen had become. "--and before we decide that the entire night is ruined... is that bit with you wearing only the apron and singing to me still on the table?"

[boysfromtheburbs]

open starter: bryce open to: m (tops, bottoms, verse) plot: bryce is kind of a loser and a burn-out. he's bored at his shift working the the cashier at the gas station and decides to hit on y/m connections: feel free to assume!

Bryce dutifully, albeit lazily, rung up each item the customer had dropped on the counter. Every day it was the same: beep beep beep, your total is such and such, here's your change. It was making Bryce wanna crawl out of his skin. Realizing, he could really do whatever the fuck he wanted, he eyed up the man on the other side. "You ever get your dick sucked behind the gas station?" He grinned, not caring how gross it sounded. "I'm bored. And you look like you've got a few minutes, right?" Bryce raised his brows in proposition.

[raidersden]

Uncomfortable. That was the easiest way to describe how Casey felt in that gas station-- but not because of what the attendant had said; more so because of the gas station itself. Normally his driver handled getting gas for him, and any snacks he might have wanted from inside, but his family was going through a rough spot at the moment-- his father's face was all over the news stamped with CRIMINAL and FRAUD all over his likeness in massive red block letters. Long story short? Having to do things for himself was a bit more difficult than he bargained for; especially when it put him in surroundings like this one-- he was pretty sure the either floor tile next to him just moved or there was some kind of large, dark colored creature on the floor next to him. Either way he felt as if he were about to crawl out of his own skin. Casey was uncomfortable.

"Is that your go-to offer because it's cleaner than inside?" He questioned, his brows furrowing, as he looked up at the attractive attendant. "No," Casey added on with a forced smile and a swallow of his breath. "Can't say I have... have you? Have you gotten your dick sucked behind the gas station?"

[raidersden]

tucked away on the outskirts of the city you will find a dilapidated church that is not as abandoned as you might think. In fact, it's known to the few who live there as The...

In this post apocalyptic future the only thing that matters is surviving. There is no more right or wrong; you simply just do what has to be done in order to get by and to protect and provide for your own-- and this small band of men knows that better than anyone else.