#thecxllective

[hawthxrnerps]

{ @thecxllective​ wanted Sentinel.}

         “You’re back, again?”

Alexander’s brow raised at the younger man before him, the only time people would end up in his office more than usual was when they were repeat criminals, such as his main clients of Dr.Thorn and his crew. But this guy didn’t seem to be one of those, so he was curious. He wasn’t supposed to allow any attachments, nothing that could be used against him if it came down to it, as he was loyal to some pretty bad guys. 

     “I suppose you don’t need me to defend you in court?” 

[gayslutsrp]

 @thecxllective​ asked for  gif #3 from lawrence to matt 

Matt rarely let this happen. He was bartender but he usually didn’t try and pick people up a the grill. Usually people flirted with him but he rebuffed their advances for a variety of reasons. But every now and again a guy or girl came along that lured Matt in. Tonight, it was more surprising because  Lawrence didn’t see the type to pick up a guy at the bartender. But he had and now Matt was bouncing on his dick riding him. He’d come back to where Lawrence was staying and didn’t regret it especially as Lawrence kissed him taking his thoughts from how he got here to how long until he was cumming.

[wonderhevrts]

closed rp || Cameron/Andrew

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Cameron was working on his garden, feeling relaxed and calm. He was taking care of the herbs, crouched down next to them, when he heard a car pull up and a door open and close. He looked over, staying low, incase it was someone who was up to nothing good. When Cameron saw who walked out to the backyard, his heart fluttered at the sight. He stood up and dropped whatever he was holding. “Andrew..” He said and started to walk to him. “You’re home..” He smiled happily, wrapping his arms around him to give him a big hug. If there was someone Cameron felt the most comfortable with, it was Andrew. He felt safe with him. Andrew had been away, in a war and Cameron worried about him constantly. He was relieved to have him back in his arms.

[boysofcharm]

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“You wished to see me, your Majesty?” Dmitri asked smoothly as he was escorted by the royal guards into one of the beautifully designed and luxurious rooms within the castle. Being the High Wizard of the royal court meant that there were times when the King would send his advisor on all things arcane on specific missions where his expertise was required and he’d just returned from one such mission that had lasted a week or two. Needless to say he was both a little surprised and oh so curious that the Prince had demanded to see him so soon after he got back from the mission. So there he stood, purple and gold robes adorned his physique. Dark brown eyes catching the gaze of the Prince after he’d bowed to show his respect. “How can I be of service, my Prince?”

[davidkarofskyindie]

thecxllective (Shannon/Richard)

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The club was where Richard felt most at home. It was his younger days that he loved to think and reminisce on. And while just thinking about it, he went to the one club that was best known for the hot guys that were there. And rather than thinking that he would exactly get laid, he loved being around hot individuals, as a sort of a confidence boost. But logic seemed to change when he bumped into a guy, letting his drink fall to the floor. “Oh I’m sorry there, bud…” He called out, before getting a good chance to look at the other. “Maybe just that drink, yeah?”

Shannon smiled a little bit getting a good look at those eyes, they were so completely intoxicating that for a second he honestly forgot what he was talking about. He let out the tiniest little chuckle as the man spoke ‘god, even his voice is hot’ Shannon thought as he awkwardly adjusted his shirt and took a deep breath “One drink, coming up” he said, taking a chance to put his hand on Richard’s arm and walking with the man over to the bar, away from the dancing throng. When they got there, he leaned against the counter and looked to Richard “So, what can I get you? I know they have shots, whiskey, I’m pretty sure there’s a little of evrything so just... whatever you’d like” he said, barely noticing the people at the end of the bar that were doing body shots off each other.

[rangerboys]

@thecxllective asked  [ 14 ] Jaz & Salvatore m/m nsfw gif starters : link here

The man he had met was apparently some master chef, and that was how Jaz had been brought into this whole situation but it didn’t go as he’d planned. He was expecting to discuss catering options, a menu, but not this, not to be completely naked and bent over his desk as the man was feasting on his hole, quite literally, and Jaz was whimpering and pushing back. “F-fuck, you’ve got the job, don’t worry just don’t fucking stop oh my god that mouth!”

[aprilxblooms]

▎CLOSED ROLEPLAY

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francis jones had always been a wolf: sharp teeth, strong bones, a haunting charm, and a hunger coiled so deeply in his innards. he was a wolf, and he was always out looking for prey. as of right now, that said prey was killian knox who francis clapped heartily for as the other concluded a performance. as the crowd thinned and the mirth died, francis rose from his seat, a glass of chardonnay in hand, and strode over to where killian stood. he drew closer, and closer, until his lips were a hairsbreadth away from the man’s earlobe. “you know,” honeyed voice whispered, its sweetness hiding the starvation underneath like it hid venom. “i think you deserve more than a standing ovation for that majestic performance.”

[carnalxfates]

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No go, probably. Okay, Dante isn’t really an expert on the kind of business that Syd was delving in, but he felt like he had tagged along enough of these meetings with potential recruits to know if a talk went belly up. Though in his opinion, it was most probably, and most definitely, because some dude decided that Sydney talking to them went over their head and blew their skulls up to the sky --------- the kind that suddenly had an early onset delusion of grandeur to suddenly bargain their audacious perks and ridiculous terms like they’re some big shot guy. So to see the other’s hulking form coming up to him through the low neon lights, Dante just nodded. His own body leaning over some railing that looked down on the dancefloor, beefy ass out against the confines of his jeans—and even more so as he shifted his weight between his hips.

“ --------- too cocky?” Dante hummed. “You can ask me to bash his face in for wasting your time, if you want…” he teased on and took a sip of his drink.