#152n

[fateofbrxs]

@152n // Arlo & Colin

Arlo walked into the bar, glad that the dim lighting would conceal his features. He’d thrown a hat on too before leaving his place, hoping that he’d be able to just grab a couple of drinks unbothered. As much as he loved meeting people, meeting his fans, a little time to himself every so often was nice. The bar was a place he liked to go to. Most of the bartenders were cool with him being there. Those that recognized him typically just asked for a photo or autograph. But after that, they typically left him alone. The tips he left were also another incentive to keep quiet about his favorite hang-out spot. So there the man sat, enjoying a mug of one of his favorite beers along the bar. 

[divinelygifted]

@152n​

Andrej shouldn’t be that nervous, because people regularly came by to get some freshly hunted deer from him. Except this time, the guy hadn’t stopped with just placing an order, but they kept writing since that order was placed. A good night chat here, a morning text there. And now, that guy that had just sent him a pre shower selfie from earlier that day, actually came by to get what he had ordered. Heading to the door, Andrej waved at the an that just left his car, a handsome man, a damn.. gorgeous man. “Ah hey, you found me, good for me. I mean, good for you.. so you can get that nice meat.” This.. was ridiculous.

[fadingobjectrp]

@152n​

Going back to where he was born was an idea that Adryan hated, there was nothing there for him but the problems he had back at his new home forced him to do it. Running into his former best friend wasn’t in his plans but he was glad that he did, the truth was that the only reason he hang out with him was because he was into him, not because he really liked him. 

“Are you sure your boyfriend won’t mind?” He asked while they walked into a room at the other’s place, Adryan locking the door behind him. Quickly walking to where Colin was, his hands quickly moving to his belt, which he started to undo. 

[carnalxfates]

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In all fairness, Liam really cared for Colin—for what he has, and what they have. Well, in a more cynical sense, it was only in good judgement that he protected what was his. So, save for some little constraints, time and schedule at most, Liam made sure that whenever they meet shall and will always go without a hitch. Colin only needed to come—pun intended. That the moment that door finally beeped, Liam kept some small smile to himself as he kept on with reading the papers—though nonetheless, his trained eye caught onto what thick and burly form filled the luxurious accommodation.

“—that interview kept you long… did the crew deliberately fumbled with getting the mic on you to cop a feel?” he teased, his smile warming up more as he sighed.

[gayslutsrp]

@152n​ 

Matt stood in front of the other man almost nervous but not quite. still he was worried about his response. “I know this isn’t how we usually neant but fuck i’m horny and I’m nt just horny for anyone I need to fuck you. So what do you say?” Matt said being direct as possible and to the point not wanting an y mixed signals or messages.

[them-gaiis]

@152n​

“You punks, this is terrorism!” Tara calls out from behind the door, those young neighbors trying to sell him cookies will be the death of him. It took him barely two weeks to regret moving to the big city. So as he opens the door, mean face on, he gets startled by the sight of quite the opposite of a little girl. A big, tall muscular man unfolding before his eyes. “Oh” He blinks a couple of times before realizing the man is actually there. From the looks on him, there isn’t a doubt, he’s the plumber he called for days ago.

Tara keeps his cool and easily moves away from the awkward introduction. “You are a couple days late” He crosses his arms, his vibrant masculinity tricks the blond man into reflecting it and try his best to match him. “Will it take long? I’m heading out in an hour” He lies in an attempt to show who is boss.

[rowdybcys]

MaxwellXColin

Closed starter for @152n​

“Uhm... I think... I think it was... was it...” Maxwell tries to think of the author that wrote the quote on his professor’s whiteboard, but the answer is eluding him. He doesn’t know what’s going on, lately. He’s been slipping. He sighs. “I... I’m blanking, sorry professor.” He mumbles softly. He’s more talkative in class than anywhere else, but that’s mostly due to the fact that he actually likes his teachers. None of his professors require class participation, and that actually makes Maxwell want to participate a little bit more. Some one else raises their hand. “It’s from Animal Farm, George Orwell. Right?” She asks, and Maxwell groans. “George Orwell, duh...” He mumbles to himself. Of course, the question wasn’t worth points, it was just a fun thing that they did at the start of every class. He looks back up at his professor, at the curl of hair that falls over his forehead. The man had decided to grow his hair out a bit, recently, it seemed. And Maxwell, whose grades were usually straight A’s, was actually falling behind as a result of the new look. 

[valentijnvs]

@152n​   ||   starter based on.

     it was late, dark already outside the bus windows, and valentijn was one of three passengers. his sports bag was under his seat and his head bobbed along to a beat coming from the airpods tucked into his ears, undisturbed when the bus halted to let someone else on. the other male took a seat right across from valentijn, eyes first at the floor when the vehicle got back in motion, but soon enough they’d travelled upwards, finding a good point of focus on the rather obvious bulge that sat between valentijn’s thighs, perfectly encased by grey sweatpants.      valentijn noticed, a slight smirk curling the corners of his mouth, but nah. he’d give the guy some time to decide where he wanted this to go.