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[adanceforpleasure]

There’s already an excited rumble rippling through the pack, anticipation heavy in the air as the members gather around, impatient for the ceremony to begin. They’re positioned at the bottom of a hill, the pack forming a semicircle around eight kneeling figures, all of whom are nude, save for painted symbols meant to bestow luck and fertility upon those that bear them.

Levi, one of the eight, picks his head up to glance towards the apex of the hill and the cave that resides there - a den really, where the alpha packmaster resides with his mate and pups. There’s no movement yet, but he knows it’s only a matter of time before Elias will emerge and descend upon himself and the other omegas in his wolfskin in order to assess them and see if any are worthy enough to be his mate, and also to see if Elias himself is worthy to claim the title of packmaster.

All the omegas are tense, aware that they are each in competition with one another, and the air seems to thicken with their ripe, fertile scent as their pheromones work to stand out above the rest. It makes Levi’s inner wolf want to pace and snarl, to show that he is the most suited, but the omega holds himself back, even as the pack suddenly seems to fall silent, and something stirs within the depths of the cave.

The ritual has begun.

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[peccatumxpuerorum]

Sugar ‘Daddy’

Patrick was unsurprised that he had almost instantly fallen for the young man he was impatiently waiting for near his penthouse. They'd agreed finally to meet up after having a lot of brief but admittedly intense interactions on the app he'd joined to look for someone to spend his money on. Ever since things had sort of fallen apart for the Charmed legacy he had packed up and moved to LA, now something of a club and restaurant mogul and much less morally conflicted about the good life. His magic was less restricted as well and he was lucky to have found a balance in the way his life changed. His reminiscent thoughts fled as he heard the sound of someone approaching and looked up to see Avery, grinning a bit. "Hi. I'm really glad you actually look like your pictures... not to mention as hot as you are in them." He said, straightening up and adjusting his suit some then offering his hand to the younger man.

He openly checked out Avery and then grinned, pulling his hand after they shook and waving it in a graceful arc to the building across the street. "My penthouse is up there if you want. Or we can go for a coffee or something. No pressure." He wasn't a naturally submissive person usually but something about Avery was already making him feel like putty in the young man's large hands and they'd barely touched. He hadn't felt a rush like this in years.

[carnalxfates]

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“You the new guy?” Dante asked with a sup nod as he walked into one of the clubs’ dressing room as if he owned the place—well, partly. And he wasn’t complaining about it when it came to the nature of his role in the whole thing—especially not when he finally set his eyes down onto this Riley Masterson. Blue eyes. Blond hair. Strong boyish face. Muscles that were just eager to burst out of his shirt and pants. He’s kind of like… the jock that survived, really. That while the rest of the team got stuck in that small town packing on weight with television dinners, he’s the guy that pushed on for the win. Those losers probably ended up as cops. Riley? Undercover agent—bonafide alpha male; the hero out to take down their quaint little sex ring. And it’s all the reason why he’s ripe enough to be picked and turned his tables at.... especially with how Dante spied the drink that was provided for him already half empty. The preliminary drug might be working then; make him feel a little hot. Beside the mission that he had to play without questions, that ought to make him take off his clothes without much convincing.

“—‘ere, put this on while he try to find some costume that’d fit you.…” Dante nodded on as he tossed what could be the smallest thong in existence.

[davidkarofskyindie]

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“You were pretty awesome out there in front of the camera’s man” Phil said happily, walking around the change room they had been given for the shoot in nothing but his insanely tight singlet and a pair of boxers, just unwinding after the intense shoot where he’d been in nothing but a thong. “I mean really, haven’t had that much fun on a shoot in a very long time... reckon after we’ve calmed down we could go get a coffee and hang out some more?”

[stitchrps]

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“Thanks for coming.” Austin said as he opened the door, smiling at the Alpha. “I have to say I was quite impressed by your profile.” He said, taking the man’s strong hand and leading the other inside. “Especially the... endowment part.” He added, looking back as he led the other to the couch and sat with him. “Is it true? Or were you exaggerating like everyone else on the internet?”

[fandomwhorez-blog]

“So, if I don’t do this dare of yours..Then I owe you $50?” Matthew questioned the other as he sat across from him in only a pair of jeans and yet his muscular chest exposed where he would playfully  flex his pectorals every so often. 

[dirtykinkyindie]

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“What are you doing here?”

James hissed as he looked at the younger male. The investor was in his office when Avery came walking in...And had immediately tensed up. James has been addicted to the younger and aggressive male since the moment he saw him...Avery had this special ability to cut James’ domineering act and to turn him into the biggest bitch that has ever graced this earth...But he’s never approached him outside of their home. Much less in his office.

“Wait...Please tell me you’re not the intern my assistant was telling me about?” James could only imagine being his own intern’s bitch...But as much as he wanted to say it didn’t, the mere thought had his rather mediocre dick twitching in his slacks.

[carnalxfates]

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Something’s wrong. Vanguard could feel it; through his veins, under his skin—that with each breath that he took, there was a bloom of heat inside him that had the bared heft of his muscle breasts to feel all the tighter. No. It’s him. His whole body. He felt tight. And it didn’t help that the woodland terrain was making his pecs jostle with each step—to have his tight thong ride deeper within the juicy globes of his ass… though more so right in between his thighs where another step had him heave a ragged sigh that finally hand him reach for a tree branch. It wasn’t an itch perse; but the more he breathed in, the more he felt tight as the tingle crept on more along his skin—within his core. Lower. Lower. No. Shit. Aidan steeled himself. To think that he had fought and wrestled with some eldritch goon was proof enough—that while the forest remained quiet and dark, he knew that he had come to the right place to investigate—but unbeknownst to him, there was another proof, one maligned and perverted… and he was succumbing deeper into it even from the get go.

The more he breathed, the more he took in the fine pollen that was causing the unwarranted heat---but what was worse was his previous triumph; it was actually a well-placed set up. How the eldritch beasts practically belched its drool onto him as Vanguard pried open its maw to finally put its attack into a full stop was an easy way for its true essence to seep into bare skin—more so, drench into the fabric of his thong that stretched so tightly against his pussy; that the whole time, his pussy was practically been soaking in aphrodisiac and he doesn’t even know it. Vanguard was just too focused on his damn hunt. After all, the villain has to be stopped.