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[mythicalmen]

@hawthxrnerps who wanted 49 from this meme

"H-Holy shit...."

When Peter came across new heroes, it was always a bit touch and go on how they were. Some liked Spider-Man, some were annoyed by him and some tried to actively arrest him because the whole vigilante thing. So when he came across Gaia, with arms bigger than Peter's head, he really didn't know what would come of it. But of all the scenarios he pictured in his head, this didn't even make the realm of possibility.

Somehow he'd become the focus of this particular hero, borderline obsession to the point where things had somehow escalated to this - being cornered overwhelmed by the other, but not in a fight at least...not in the traditional sense. Finding himself with the bottom half of his costume gone, eyes practically crossing under his mask and desperately gripping onto those huge pecs for support as those powerful hips had him bouncing on the hero's huge cock.

"F-Fuck, I...Mister G-Gaia...I...Sir..." He babbled, no idea what he'd gotten himself to but right now...he was utter putty in his grasp.

[strikersunindie]

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This had been the result of a celebration over a battle hard fought, Jack doing his best to keep all the heroes healed. With both their powers, Nekros had an ultimate body that allowed him to defeat the villain. The sleep allowed him to get enough energy for this, but not to notice Eddie's acting as he was rubbing his cock between those cheeks. He might have fallen back asleep if it weren't for the sudden greeting.

"Fuck," he whispered while startled. The jump made him poke Eddie's hole with the tip of cock, which he wasn't able to hold back a moan as a hand gripped Eddie's chest from under the neck while the other reached down and began reaching for Eddie's cock. "Sorry, you're just so hot," he whined, as he thrust into Eddie's hole completely now. "Please?" he asked, incapable of thinking of anything else except getting his morning wood taken care of.

[rhapsodc]

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This wasn't an unusual position for him to assume, opening up for a big cock like that, but Paddy had never done it for a King. The soft sheets under him proved to be just one small part of that adventure. However, the best thing was that dick. It filled him up so good, the shapeshifter rolled his eyes, drooling over those expensive pillows as he forgot about himself. And his plea.

Sent there by the villagers, he was the chosen one because they all knew this King was more than just a man. One daring old man even said 'he's an animal like you, beast'. Well, Paddy did not tell this to the King as they had a day together. It did go well and Riel seemed to be interested in him. He surely was interested in Riel. The man was gorgeous and his scent was overwhelming - pure power under a hint of wilderness, like wet dirt and trees. Musky like a beast. He was sure Riel could smell that attraction because soon they were on the King's chambers, him sucking that cock as if he had been hungry for it the whole day. And then offering himself like the slut the villagers knew he was too.

He focused a bit more, biting the pillow as the man pounded him hard. He had begged Riel to go hard. Paddy like the roughness of it. He loved getting pounded before getting bred. "Fucking bastard." He said with his mouth against the soft pillow, a muffled sound that made the words barely understandable. "Fuck that ass. Fucking use it, Your Highness."

[modcrnspirits]

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Noah laid over the furs at their disposal. His own clothes long gone, he offered himself completely to the man who had spotted him on the beach. Not wanting to give long explanations, he had said he survived a shipwreck. It didn't matter too much, really. The reasons for him to be there alone were soon forgotten once a small connection was made. That stranger was beyond beautiful. He could feel a deep energy coming from him and Noah had been too long away from a beautiful man to resist his urges. Over his furs, the sand didn't bother them so much. His naked body was all on display and he shook his ass a little, teasing the other.

He felt the hand as if Gale was carefully trying out what he was showing. Checking his hole only to smack his ass with an avid urge. Noah groaned, bit his lip, and shook his ass a bit more. "Come on, are you going to just watch it?" He had barely finished the sentence when he felt the tongue on his ass and oh, gods, was that delicious. He let out a loud moan, his fingers grabbing the furs. The sound of the waves that had brought him here was almost as loud as his need. "Oh, fuck, please eat my ass."

[onefoolishfool]

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Being with Leonid was different for sure. Not just because he was a vampire either. But because of how at ease he felt with the man. Some would think he was foolish for trusting a vampire but Jeremy didn't care. So far the man has done nothing to betray his trust unlike some of his previous lovers. Sometimes he found himself a little insecure about their massive age gap. But seeing the man smile at him, being held by him and how he himself responded to all that made those doubts melt away. Moments like right now where he could just appreciate the older man's comfort. Or at least it started like that. 

They were washing up and Jeremy figured they would relax after. Only to have Leonid push his fingers inside of him. A smile gracing his lips when Leonid's lips graced his. While he was looking forward to some lazy cuddles he was more than happy to indulge in something more energetic. He arched his back and pressed himself back on Leonid's fingers as he wrapped his arms around the older man's neck. "You know, you could've just slipped your cock inside of me instead. I think your cum is still inside of me anyways," Jeremy chuckled after pulling away from the kiss ever so slightly. Just enough to be able to look at Leonid.

[strikersunindie-a]

@hawthxrnerps​ cont from here

Kadar was a well-known blacksmith, making weapons only the finest warriors and mercenaries could afford. They discovered how worth his blades were, and generally paid the fair price. Yet many tried to get the blacksmith to grant them a discount, whether through attempted intimidation or fake flirtations. Rok however was neither. He never complained, and even now paid the fair share. It was how Kadar knew that the flirtations were genuine, and why he didn’t deny the half-elf when Rok leaned in to kiss him that first night. Now it was a regular thing for the two to warm Kadar’s home even more than the forge whenever Rok was in town.

Sitting in his bed by the fire Rok produced with that strange chant of his, Kadar hummed and sighed as the warm wet mouth played with his cock, thick and heavy as his hammer. He knew better than to force Rok to do anything, for even if his barrel chest and arms were bigger than the mercenary’s leaner frame, the man likely had equal if not more strength and better mobility. Glancing down, the fire light reflected off the pale skin and hair as if Rok were a beacon. It contrasted heavily against Kadar’s tanned brown skin with its thick black fur all over.

“Fuck,” he sighed as a hand reached down to caress Rok’s face before it ran  through the white hair, grabbing it but not pulling. Not yet. Instead, Kadar’s hip went up another half-inch. The other hand trailed down the strong body, flicking passed the nipple, down those abs, and right to the cheeks that needed some equal attention. He squeezed one hard, knowing that his grip strength might be the only thing to potentially be greater than Rok’s. He wondered if it’d show a bruise on Rok’s ass, the image making his cock twitch inside the other’s mouth. “Put me to work,” he said, wanting to eat that ass ever since it walked into his forge in those tight leather pants yesterday. Even if Rok was the bottom, Kadar knew it was useless to try and dominate the warrior. The equal respect made it hotter for some reason.

[xwolfbonds]

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When the fires had died and night came, Talon had fallen into his bed as a man. Four limbed, with a slim waist, a board chest with a head of dark hair, and a boyish face that drooped and sagged under the weight of exhaustion. When he woke to the pounding at his hut’s wooden door, it wasn’t the familiar hand swatting at a twitching nose that woke him. Instead, he felt the brush of snow-white fur along a tail bouncing against his wet snout. It took all the will he could muster not to growl at the fist beating against his door. While stretching, Talon watched as his limbs gave way to arms and legs, the back paws shifting into feet, the front into hands. The coat of fur receded into the skin, tanned after so many years under the sun. “I hear you!”

“It’s time to receive the king.” Came a voice as the door opened. Rough, like the sound of river stones rolling under a heavy boot. The man moved unoffended by the most naked Talon in the middle of the room. A hooded shirt pulled over his head, matching trousers held between long fingers. Ten minutes would pass before Talon was ready. He was standing outside in the dawning hours of a new day dressed in boots, trousers, his hooded shirt. A piece of armor that was little more than segmented patches of leather that covered the length of his right arm. A belt stretched across his chest, looping around his left side to tie it all together.

Many of the mages that had performed the ritual last night stood around him. Still, he was the only one not dressed in traditional robes or carried those cumbersome, sometimes bejeweled staffs. In Talon’s own opinion, such traditions for mages were foolish. The robes announced their weakness in close quarters, and the fact they were terrible to move in only made the point more real in actual combat. Those staffs, his magic would never come from a length of wood.

“Fashionably late, the true mark of someone whose held court before.” The first had just passed Talon’s lips when a hand clapped the back of his head, and not for the first time; he saw stars during the day.

[accidentallymagic]

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Hrid was sat upon his bed, the royal chamber was technically off limited to anyone but Hrid himself. But he had made sure that Finn could come and go as he pleased. “Indeed.” The Royal admitted with a simple shrug, looking down at himself as he had yet to bathe himself or clean himself of the mess he had made upon his abdomen. “The day has been long and tiresome, I required some relief and you were not here.” One of the few times that the King had been impatient, so it was a sign that his day had been particularly tiresome.

Finn crossed the room in the blink of an eye to stand closer to Hrid, running one finger through the puddle that had formed on his stomach. “I see. I had hoped to be back sooner but I was held up by... Trouble.” He explained, sucking his fingers clean. “I’m sorry. It feels terribly shameful that your seed should go to waste like this. May I help you clean up?” Finn leaned in for a kiss, “Or I could hold you if you would like to talk about your day?”