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[wcrstbehavior]

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"No… I guess not. I was just venting," Cameron admitted quietly. He looked over at Bram, seeing his own exhaustion mirrored in his teammate's eyes. The locker room, usually a place of high-octane adrenaline, now felt hollow, echoing with the finality of another year gone to waste. Eight months. To anyone else, it was a vacation; to Cameron, it was a sentence. He lived for the Sunday ritual, the weight of the franchise on his shoulders, even if that weight was currently silently crushing him. He was sick of the 'what-if' articles and the keyboard warriors dissecting his durability, but the thought of just going home felt like a different kind of defeat. Home was just a place where he'd sit and replay every missed connection, every sack he'd taken, and the part where he went down with an injury in week two, while also simultaneously trying to keep their season alive. He watched Bram, noting the genuine frustration in the other man's voice. They were in the same boat; tied down to a city they loved, but drifting in a sea of losing seasons. When Bram mentioned coaching, Cameron's brow furrowed, his mind momentarily pulling away from his own physical pain. "Coach? Coach what, exactly? Is that even a thing when you're still an active player?"

[cherrysugcr]

closed starter for @vicedmuses - inspo: celeb making their biggest fan's dream come true by fucking them

There were a lot of things about being famous that Sonny loved. Sure the money was nice, gifts from brands or designers he mentioned he liked but one he rarely indulged in was the attention from fans. Not just regular attention but flirtatious attention. Tonight was no different as he enjoyed a night out at a club with some of his actor friends. Right away he noticed them not just looking - but staring at them. Finally he couldn't help but invite them into the VIP area not wasting any time and pulling them into his lap. "Okay, convince me why I should go home with you tonight and not worry you're going to hold me captive in your basement or murder me so no one else can have me." He smirks already letting the substances he had ingested earlier do the talking for him.

[bodylcnguage]

benjamin chuckled at gabriel's answer, "just thought i'd ask," he hummed softly as his hands caressed his way up the other's thighs, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "you can continue working if you're busy," his gaze flickered up to meet gabriel's, "i'll just entertain myself over here." his hand brushed over the man's crotch as he pressed a few kisses on gabriel's thigh, "is that okay with you, sir?" / continued from here @vicedmuses <3

[loveshard]

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          xavier glanced at paul’s outstretched hand, arching a perfectly groomed brow as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “hilarious that you'd assume i’d let you benefit from my body heat.” but despite his words, he reached out, slipping his hand into paul’s. “fine. you’re lucky you’re cute. otherwise, i’d be questioning why i agreed to this whole ‘adventure in the freezing wilderness’ thing. remember you’re still buying me hot cocoa after all of this. with extra whipped cream.”

[sugartclking]

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Jamie forced his arms tighter across his chest, nails digging into his biceps. He wasn't about to give Logan the satisfaction of seeing him flinch. "Needs," the trainer muttered under his breath, only loud enough for himself to hear. The way Logan dragged that word out made Jamie's stomach drop a little, his focus wavering against his better judgment. He knew damn well his silence wasn't helping, but anything else out of his mouth would land him in dangerous territory. So, instead, he watched. Too closely. The slower pace wasn't lost on him; it was clearly drawn out on purpose, like Logan was daring him to break. His eyes followed the barbell down, up, tracking form, the curve of a spine that was now perfectly straight only because Jamie had barked at him to keep it straight. Logan wanted an answer, but he didn't have on on the tip of his tongue. Jamie swallowed hard, shoving it down before it could surface. He shifted his weight against the wall, shaking his head once. "Form's fine. Keep going." The words came out flat and cold, but even Jamie could hear the strain underneath. He could already feel his control fraying at the edges, and he hated how easy Logan made it happen.

[likeag6s]

haneul knew better than to throw a tantrum at work, but he couldn’t help stealing glances whenever he heard the client laugh at everything corbin said, even when the other was talking about their case. his ears perked up like an attentive cat, jaw clenched at the unmistakable flirtatious tone in their voice. he didn’t want to go into the office, but he had to deliver some files over so he knocked before walking in. haneul ignored the abrupt silence and placed the files on corbin’s desk, “these are the files that you requested, sir.” he said quickly without lifting his gaze, and walked out almost immediately. haneul wanted the day to go by fast, so he focused on finishing his work with minimal interaction.

haneul took the train home instead, wanting to clear his mind. they’d usually leave the office separately anyway, to avoid suspicion. no one at work knew that he was married to the attorney. he knew that it was petty to be jealous, but haneul couldn’t help but feel insecure at times. he finally arrived back home, sighing softly as he saw corbin’s shoes. he closed the door behind him as he muttered softly, “i’m home.” / closed starter for @vicedmuses <3

[boysfromtheburbs]

Despite how much he got around, Tobey had never been to a strip club. Too many of the ones in the area catered to straight men only and that just wasn't his vibe. But, when his friends heard wind of it, they made it their mission to pop his strip club cherry. That was how he ended up at a club about an hour out of town, one that would cater more to his interests, or so they'd heard. After an initial round of shots and a few dances, his guys milled about, courting their own private dances or topping themselves up at the bar. But, Tobey was still there, front row seated for the next dance. Ken. Or that was how they announced him. Tobey was barely able to pick his jaw up the floor. The way the man moved was hypnotizing. Like he was dancing just for him. Tobey groaned internally, not wanting to be the guy that fell for the stripper. Swallowing his hears, he fished a five out of his wallet and approached the stage. "Got some room in there?" Tobey asked, eyes flicking down to Ken's waist, barely concealed. Was he supposed to ask permission before tipping them? He was too green, he chastised himself. @vicedmuses

[sugartclking-archived]

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Cameron let out a sharp breath, the kind that was more amused than anything else, even if it didn't quite reach his eyes. Same Enrique with that sharp tongue and sharper instincts. The kind of guy who could cut him down and still leave him wanting more. Damn, he missed that edge. He glanced down for a second, like maybe the sidewalk could offer him a softer place to land than this conversation. But his gaze lifted back up just as fast, his jaw tensing slightly at the jab. "Still got that mean streak, huh? Guess I deserve that." The basket of muffins in Enrique's grip didn't go unnoticed, however. Cameron clocked the tension in his ex's fingers, the way he was holding onto them like they were a shield. He used to know every one of Enrique's tells... Maybe he still did. And maybe that's what made this hurt like hell. "Nah, I didn't get traded. Still got the starting position. Wrist's fine, but my ego is slightly bruised now, thanks to you." He rubbed at the back of his neck, a nervous habit he was never quite able to get rid of. "Just... Needed a break. Haven't been home in a while. Figured I'd visit my folks, see some old faces. It's the offseason, after-all." Cameron sighed at being called CJ. A nickname reserved for those closest to him, but especially to his ex. "And I don't think I ever stopped being CJ. That's the thing, though, right? I went and built a whole damn life, but you're the only one who ever really knew me before the rest of the world gave a shit." He paused for just a moment, his throat tightening around the truth he didn't mean to let slip. "I didn't come here to screw with your life. Wasn't even expecting to see you. But now that I have..." He trailed off quietly, but was quick to catch himself before he could make himself sound stupid any further. This wasn't the time, and he sure as hell couldn't tell if it ever would be. So instead, he forced another crooked smile, trying to shove the history back down where it belonged. "You still making those blueberry muffins with the orange zest? Or did someone finally convince you chocolate chip wasn't basic?" Cameron was trying to lighten the mood, but the weight between them said neither of them were going anywhere just yet.