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[carnalxfates]

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Even just walking down the hallway was a damn show, really—twin slabs of juicy muscle tits bouncing with each step and threatened the strain on his shirt over and over that Liam knew that dropping by the old man’s house was worth the drive despite the fact that it was a long night of dealing with the greater part of their business once again. Though really, to be privy to such a sight so late into the night almost felt like it was meant to be—and why would Liam say no to the universe? In fact, he had never refused... he even had the feeling that the new bodyguard had been catching on his ogling. But with how Liam had always known to indulge in what he wanted, he really didn’t care. In fact, there was thrill in their meeting gazes, to see him tense and swell... and seeing Rhys help himself with a drink from the fridge was no different; it was his cue to come closer. 

“—I’ll take a bottle too…” he called out softly, steps in easy glide as he drank in the image of the other now bigger and broader now that they’re practically inches apart.

[aldyrion]

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[carnalxfates]

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the athlete gulped, already feeling a heat rising both on his cheeks and between his legs. brik licked his lips, legs spreading just the slightest at the other’s words. “—-keep talkin’ like that and I think you’ll get what you want.

So that little thing in his drink worked after all; and as Brik slurred out words as he swallowed and heaved a sigh that got the heft of his muscle breasts to swell and roll into some heated sigh, Liam just offered a hum as the scantily-clad jock laid splayed on the bed. Pool parties. It always makes the job easier when all that Brik got on was his trunks.

“Not if you keep talking, I won’t...” Liam wooed, his pout was devious at best as he moved his finger up along Brik’s meaty thigh, gently plucking at the hem as if he was tempting to snag at it. “…but if you give me a little peek…you know, like how sluts do?”

[ragtagrunaways]

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As the other leaned over to kiss him, Connor was quick to curl an arm around Rhys’ middle, drawing his naked frame closer to his own. “C’mon, you really that scared?” There was a teasing edge to his voice, bare hips rolling forward to meet the other Alpha’s.

[carnalxfates]

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“Well shit,” Azar commented to himself when he stepped into the bedroom. The sight before him was a mix of weirdly humorous and extremely arousing. Laid out in his full naked glory on the bed was Aidan, lost in the throes of whatever naughty dream he was currently enjoying. The only reason he could tell, of course, was the obscene tent created by the other beneath the sheets. A smirk crept onto his features as a devious idea began to form in his head. Stripping out of his clothes, Azar made his way to the edge of the bed, planning on giving the muscled hunk a surprise. He managed to maneuver his way beneath the sheets and brought his lips to slowly wrap around the head of the other’s cock, teasing the slit with his tongue before beginning to bob gently around his length.

With Aidan too deep in his sleep; vulnerable and hard with the dream that his body that got him all heated up, how Azar so easily helped himself with a taste of Aidan was more than enough for the massive blond to have his thick muscle pecs to swell into a sigh and his cock into an eager throb as he was only made to take the feeling. Doesn’t help that the stud was packing either; all hard and swollen, his cock was practically defenseless—even more so as the tease that tickled at the tip was enough of a jolt to stir a little bit of restlessness for him to shift; to splay his thick thighs wider as he offered another sigh and even a gentle buck of his hips.

[ragtagrunaways]

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“Yeah, I reckon I could handle the two of you.” A smirk curled over Connor’s lips, already reaching a hand out, curling slowly in to Jackson’s hair to draw the other in closer, teasing the strands and turning his eyes toward Oli, waiting for him to join as well.

[wolfsflowers]

( MATEO PRINCE JR )

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     IT WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, the sky was dark outside but there was someone calling for luca. someone familiar, begging for their attention -- pleading for them to visit. despite being tired, maternal instinct always got the best of them and the wolf mother slowly slipped from underneath the sheets. putting on a tank top that could barely contain the brawn of their pecs, full with the nutrition that a particular someone might be a little too fond of. with a soft sigh, they left their own room where the person they had been mated by -- the person they loved so much, was still vast asleep. a mother had an endless duty of course, visiting their children and making sure they would go on to be proper wolves; whether alpha, beta or an omega. 

APPEARING IN THE DOORWAY of their son, luca allowed a soft smile to cover their features. those full lips parting as they tried to figure out if they hadn’t imagined it. “mi mijo. are you awake, dearest -- i thought i heard your voice, you calling me.” stepping inside the room, they walked closer to their son’s bed. slowly, but surely taking a seat on the side of the bed. causing it to dip towards them, their weight requesting it. “---don’t tell me you need your mother to scare away a night terror, the ghosts that haunted you back when you were little.” luciano chuckles, shaking their head. despite being off-age, older than some of their other children. mateo remained juvenile at times, eager to stay close to his mamá. to request drinking from those ripe, buxom tits that were always bouncing around. it wasn’t natural, no, but the affection he showed wasn’t something luca was willing to let go off. some of their children had gone so soon, run off to somewhere, where luca couldn’t reach them. not interested in keeping in touch, too ambitious and eager to start their own pack; their own tribe; their own legacy. “tell me what’s wrong, mi rey. tell mamá what’s on your mind.”