#* thread: deacon

[breakagain-writes]

Just hearing the other man's name brought on the bitter taste of jealousy though he tried to swallow it down. Deacon didn't know how to do this. He didn't know how to manage his grief with these new feelings. Not just the ones that he was trying to deny for Tristan, but now this instinctual need to compete. To be what Tristan wanted more than this Dani guy or anyone else. He didn't know how to do that though when he had nothing to offer than what was already there.

"Nice, lovely..." Deacon repeated back the words he was hearing. "That all just sounds like one step up from boring. Is that really what you want to settle your night for?"

It was extremely complicated and messy the way they had found each other with lips one another. They both mourned, and somehow the mourning became a kiss. Somehow a kiss became more. They found solace in one another and Tristan wanted to be strong for Deacon. They had both crossed the threshold together in become something far more complex than friends, yet something that wasn't quite enough either.

Tristan scoffed, mouth agape at the way Deacon was speaking to him. "You-" He had to stop so he could gather his words. "I am on a first date, Dani is a lovely man who I am trying to get to know over a drink. Forgive me if I don't look like I'm on a bloody rollercoaster thrill-ride."

[silvianap]

NEW 📸 (POST 1)

Gwendoline Christie (Kate Moss & Giles Deacon) attends the Dior Homme show Menswear Fall-Winter 2025/2026 💫

📌 Paris Fashion Week

📆 January 24, 2025

(-> POST 2)

(-> twitter thread)

[anannoyanceofjackofsmiles]

It's Valentines Day season (first of February) so I whipped together some of the classic; Soulmate, Red String of Fate AU doodles of my dumbass boys.

And it's going well, just as you'd expect from Poor Edward and Sawyer.

And the funniest part of this that I've thought of, was the idea of their first "Business meeting" just them electing to IGNORE the entire red string thing because that just makes things So much more awkward, right? You're just trying to threaten a thief to leave your bosses work alone, and it's just So hard to explain you're gonna bury him alive if he continues. What a hassle. So consider it a relief on Ed's part when Sawyer Wholeheartedly Agrees to ignore that teeny tiny problem.

And then the moon-milk happens. And now Edward went Back on that little arrangement and went "Actually No < 3" and Sawyer is. Doing fine.

(warning for blood and probably disturbing content below the cut)

Oh so fine.

Loved the idea of the threat of fate bleeding when you try and remove/damage it as it is neigh indestructible. Like that scene from Hercules with the fates trying to cut the thread, "THE SCISSORS WONT CUT"

I don't think it hurts when trying to severe it, but wouldn't that be something

[blookmallow]

torn between "deacon is a Cat and will fully lay on you if hes decided you're one of his people" or "deacon claims to be averse to physical touch and is never physically affectionate with anyone. however, he is actually extremely touch starved and no one would have ever guessed it until sole survivor discovers it" what do y'all think. im leaning toward the second one. kinda want to draw a thing. can i even draw deacon. who knows probably not

i also think hancock is very casually affectionate with anyone he's close to. he's a "puts his arm around you anytime you're standing close enough" guy. a "rests his head on you when he's tired" guy. he is not concerned about being too affectionate at all unless you're giving signs you dont like it. i mean in a What Will People Think way

i feel like... nick valentine is emotionally affectionate but never physically until, one day, suddenly, wordlessly, he takes your hand without thinking. bizarrely automatic even though there was no precedent for this before. the second you acknowledge it if theres Any Hint of a negative or mocking response he drops it immediately and never does it again. but if not, could be slowly, cautiously convinced into a comfortable kind of unspoken unacknowledged closeness. holds your hand in the dark when he can tell you're scared. i think it doesn't come very naturally to him. i have no evidence for any of this but i feel it all in my heart

[breakagain-writes]

"You could have ignored me," he shrugged as he argued. "It's not my fault he clearly bores you enough that you can't help but put your attention elsewhere." Deacon never really carried much of an ego. He was sure of himself, yes, but something had gotten into him tonight. His eyes took Camille in as she stepped close, his hands burning with a desire to touch her but they stayed by his side. "Seems to just be a waste but if that is what you want to do."

     "For not trying to interrupt something you're certainly doing a damn good job of it, Hobbes." The confidence that rolled off of him was actually very attractive but it was also annoying in the same vein. "That's kind of hard to accomplish with your cockblocking." After a roll of her eyes, Camille stepped forward, closer to Deacon. "Ohhh, you wanna make a wager on that one?"

[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

OPEN ROLEPLAY

Open to -Mutuals/Non Mutuals

Muse - David "Deacon" Kay

Open to Female/Male/ Everyone

Sexuality - Straight/Gay/Bisexual

Relationship- Friend, girlfriend, boyfriend, friend with benefits, stranger becomes friend

Plot- Deacon is at the gym, and he's pent up and full of adrenaline and needs to blow off some steam before going to work. (We can discuss interactions and plot out a long term ship)

It had been a very stressful week with various call outs and being shot at, smacked around, and chasing criminals all over the city had left Deacon feeling a little stressed and with what he had going on in his personal life wasn't helping. So boxing was his option for dealing with the pent-up energy, then he saw a familiar face.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Deacon asked the other as he removed the boxing gloves from his hands. "How's things going?"

[zeynepaslan]

closed starter for @zanedeacon at a local basketball court

Being an athlete had been and always would be at the core of who Zeynep was. After years of competing as a figure skater at the highest level, that competitiveness was deep in her. Much to her absolute dismay, however, that athleticism simply had never translated into basketball. When Darian had decided that basketball was what he wanted to try next, though, Zey hadn't had the heart to tell him no. So, she'd bought him all the gear he needed at the local athletic store and a few days later they were now out on their way to the court to practice. It was a quiet afternoon and when they got there, only one other guy was shooting hoops. It took a second to place why he seemed so familiar, but Zeynep quickly realized it was the man who had sold them the basketball in the first place. Darian too recognized Zane and was bolting over excitedly before Zeynep could stop him. "Sorry, he's a little overzealous," she apologized as she followed over to the court. "Do you mind if we join you? He's been non-stop with this since you sold him this thing. I've become a glorified ball girl." Zeynep held up the new basketball before giving it over to her six-year-old to start playing.

[visceralprayers]

he'd avoided deacon for some time, but he did miss his friend. teddy decided to head over, he was told deacon was busy, but that didn't exactly matter to him. teddy pushed past the security and began to walk around the house, pausing in the hallway just outside of deacon's office. it was strange to imagine that they were once so involved with each other-- deacon's business was his.

[tonibeltran]

x. status -> closed for @hairpintvrns (deacon) x. location -> somewhere in oak gardens

The room Antonio’s chosen to dedicate to his smoking is depressing. He’d thought the size of it wouldn’t matter, so long as there were sufficient windows, but as he sits on one of the armchairs he’d procured from some overly-animated guy on Craigslist (“Whoa! Aren’t you the guy from Amethyst? What are you doing buying off some sketchy site? Can I get a picture? Legend!”) and blowing out of one of said windows, he’s starting to think it might be less helpful than he thought. It’s the smallest room in this godforsaken house, but when it’s only populated by an inordinate number of bongs and unrolled joints, the size of it feels a little suffocating.

He has to do it in a room that Moon doesn’t have access to, though, because he’s many things, but he’s not someone who would endanger his cat. No matter how often she meows indignantly at him through the door. “It’s for your own good,” Toni calls out to her every time, and every time she meows back at him like a jilted teenager. He sighs, figuring he’s been locked in here getting high for long enough — he may as well come out of there and give her the attention she so desperately craves. Just as he kneels on the armchair cushion to properly close the window, his nose wrinkles in distaste at an unpleasant smell that wafts in from the outside. “What the fuck,” he mutters, closing the window in a huff. He leaves the weed room, sparing a pet for Moon before making his way out to his front lawn. 

He stands there, befuddled, taking a deep breath. The stench is not as prominent here, he notes. This may be a product of how high he is, to be honest, but the thought doesn’t stop him from following his nose like a hound, away from his front lawn and down the neighborhood’s sidewalk. He’s not sure just how far he gets into this sniffing debacle when he realizes he’s stopped smelling anything, and is instead stranded in some random house’s front lawn, probably looking insane. 

Before he can flee, his peripheral vision catches sight of a familiar figure — tall, handsome, and the architect of many nights of pleasure. Deacon Edwards, of all people, stands near this particular front lawn, looking just as handsome as the day Toni had first laid eyes on him. It’d been intoxicating, to witness such a prominent figure simply be, something Antonio had a lot of trouble with even back in those days. He thinks if he really puts his mind to it, he can probably remember what Deacon tastes like, though that seems like an inappropriate thought to be having in the middle of the day on a stranger’s front lawn.

Treading carefully, he approaches the other, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “Deacon?” he calls, making sure the sight of him is not also the byproduct of the weed. “Deacon Edwards,” he grins. “Either you don’t age or I’ve accidentally stepped through a time machine.”

[isa-ah]

yall ever end up thinking back on periods of ur life and ur like. bro what

[aquamanandfriends]

Not Tonight [Brick/Lena]

@wctchit moved to beta post from [x]

"I'm serious," he shook his head fighting a smile, she was infectious. His usual gig before he rode of with the Vagabonds was as a club bouncer, so when they were in one place long enough he'd try and get a few nights of pay at a local place. "You need to take it easy. The fun you wanna have at the club tonight, especially after what you pulled last time, will just get you hurt."

[devouredher]

@wantcn cont. from here

Anna watched helplessly as her grandmother left the room without a single glance her way. She knew that the older woman had nothing to say in the matter of who became Deacon's next toy - the man had a right to choose and it was just his decision who it would be. But it would still be some kind of support if the woman offered an ounce of civility towards Anna. Instead, her grandmother pretended that she didn't even exist whenever she was being played with by Deacon. As if suddenly turned invisible. The brunette nodded her head in acknowledgement of his words, suddenly pried away from her musings about her grandmother and now once more focused on everything that was happening around her. TO HER. Anna whimpered quietly as the milking machine did not release its suction on her tenderly sore nipples, sucking on every last droplet of milk that her body produced until it'd be turned off, which did not seem to be approaching any time soon. The woman no longer put any mind to the toy in her ass, at this point already stretched and used to the constant gape of her tight and delicate hole, instead it was her pussy that was bothering her the most at the moment. The dildo sliding in and out of her, slick from Deacon's cum and Anna's juices. "Yes, grandpa." Anna nodded her head, trying to focus on what the man was telling her while all those things happened at once. "Where would you like to piss?" The brunette asked, the way she was taught to ask, offering the choice for the man to decide if he wanted her to drink it, paint her with the warm liquid or have her take it in her holes.

he figured he could have a break from his work. it has been a few hours since he has fucked anna. while she was nothing but a hole to him, he does care about his granddaughter. she was the most important person in his life. and he wanted to keep her satisfied, even if her only purpose in life was to be degraded in every way possible and to give him his future children. it has taken a few years for him to be able to get back to working after he started using anna's body. the first two years, he stepped back from his position at his complany because he had been so occupied at finally being able to fuck her that he never wanted to stop. but he eventually had to go back to work. though, he kept anna close by bringing her to work everyday with him. "you truly are the best slut out there, aren't you baby? how did grandpa get so lucky?" he let out a deep chuckle as he stood up from his chair. he positioned himself behind her, pushing her forward on the rocking chair she sat on. "think i'll use your ass for today." he roughly grabbed at her plump cheeks, squeezing it before giving her a harsh slap. "after we'll keep it all plugged up so you can feel even fuller. how's that sound, baby?" not like she had any other choice on the matter. deacon positioned his cock inches from the tunnel butt plug in her ass before shoving the tip inside. he cupped her face from behind, forcing her face to look back at him. "say thank you to grandpa for pissing in your ass." the smile on his face was never genuine in nature. always sinister even if he doesn't try. just like the times before, he didn't wait for her permission. he simply filled her up to the brim. a satisfied groan in his lips.

[roastyoualive]

SONG: THREE DAYS GRACE - RIGHT LEFT WRONG

“I’m fine.” He says it without looking up. He doesn’t look up, but that’s mostly because he’s still staring at his book. It’s a good one. He's read it before, but it still holds his interest. … Especially when the alternative is talking about his own wellbeing.

Despite his insistence, he's clearly not fine. Shoulders tense, jaw tight. The smell of smoke clings to him like a second skin. He's not burning now - but he had been recently. And he's also not at home, or at the library. He's here. That should tell them all enough already.

"I'm just waiting for Jewel." He looks up, then, but keeps the book open. "You know when she'll be back?"

FOR DEACON - @drkroots

[soulcarved]

"--are you one of the contestants on the show this week? nice to meet you officially, i'm deacon i--" oh, he would go to shake their hand but uh, no thanks. "well - handshakes are outdated anyway, you know. health and safety! how are you feeling, hm? nervous? excited? both--?"

/ open

[capcollector]

i do like to think that there’s some places out there that only know deacon under a certain identity so if he ever went back he’d have to put on a certain disguise/face/name.

like yeah he makes a point to always be a face in the crowd, to be a spy and not draw too much attention……but he’s also a genuinely good-hearted guy. so if he felt the need to help someone for whatever reason, they’d remember him as whoever he was in that moment. and the idea of him having to pull out a specific disguise to go somewhere bc it’d be beneficial is really fun, and gives him more of a lived sense? that he’s lived a full life outside of what we see.

[theknifeinyou]

@drkroots asked: deaks: “Holy crap, you look like hell.” - nancy downs

"Wow, thanks," Nancy rolled her eyes, running her fingers through her hair. "You should try being strapped down in a bed for a couple months until you can play nice and then tell me how you'd look."