#⁺﹒. * thread ⁄ devon.

[bluestsdays]

for some reason, none of this felt real until right now, as she watches each and every second tick by, waiting for the dreaded sound of the timer she’s set to decide their fate. everything up until this point was so blurred, in her mind. could hardly even remember waking up this morning and relaying her fears to miller, or buying the test, or ending up lying on the floor in wait, or experiencing any other emotion besides paralyzing fear. fuck, what if her gut feelings were right, and she really was pregnant ? her raw and bloodied cuticles speak volumes— she would be a mess. she would fail, somehow, she would fuck everything up, irrevocably. she wouldn’t even know how to begin to be ready for something like that when she could hardly keep herself fed and well-rested and clothed in clean, non-paint stained clothes (and not just miller’s t-shirts, either). there’s even some paint in her hair right now, frantically working at trying to get it out, as if it might change the outcome of this, or at least prove something, somehow. serves as a decent distraction, though, as her thoughts wander, wondering if he was as terrified as she was, if his thoughts were spiraling just as wildly as hers. of course, she’s thought about the prospect of this with him someday, but that’s just it— it was someday in the future, not now. and even then, she’s never been certain about the idea, not because of him, but because of her. because of her own family, her parents— how suffocated she was growing up in that house, always wondering when she would be enough. and she could lose herself in those thoughts, in the insecurities that gnaw at her bones, but it’s the sound of her timer reaching its end that snaps her out of it, adrenaline spiking in her system. “ fuck, ” she groans, arms draping across her eyes as she lay there against the floor, unable to move. “ will you look ? ” she asks, the corner of her eye peeking out from beneath one of her arms. and maybe it’s unfair, but she doesn’t think she could be the one to do it without throwing up everywhere. “ if it’s bad, you have my full permission to throw me off the balcony. it’s fine, really. ” / @bestcurse.

[fcrtnite-a]

continued  ·  DEVON & RAFE  ·  @soughtserenity

“but there is, rafe. trust me. i saw it.” devon assured him and placed a hand over his. she knew for certain that she was right and was determined to convince him. “when you noticed ward getting angrier and stopped him from hurting me, i saw your body change. i've seen that before and – you know deep down what's happening. it's more than instinct. there's no reason to deny it.” hand moving to his cheek, “the more i've gotten to know you, the more i'm convinced that you're a natural born leader.” 

[bittcrsuite]

open to: anyone. plot in source.

"come on!" devon called out in a sing-song voice, never quite able to turn off the rockstar in her. it had to be after midnight by now, but the blonde was running down the hotel hallway towards her room. she needed some alone time with them, even if it meant giving up a few hours of necessary sleep. swinging open the door to room 316, the blonde stepped inside and held the door, her voice bearing a teasing edge. "we're burning the midnight oil here."

[driftwccds]

closed  starter  for  DEVON  (  @alkaliineee  )  &  RASHID  (  @vroyales  ) location  :  cliffs  !!  natures  !!  whatever  !!

-ˋˏ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ ── yeah,  okay,  so  maybe  this  is  a  little bit  stupid.  but  he  would  be  the  first  to  point  out  that  everyone  is  always  telling  him  '  you  need  to  get  out  of  the  house  more,  rohan  '  and  '  why  are  you  always  so  boring,  rohan  '  ──and  while  he  knows  they  probably  mean  something  like  dating  or  nightclubs  or  just actually visiting coffee  shops,  he  thinks  that  throwing  himself  off  the  side  of  cliff  for  the  thrill  of  it  all  should  still  count.  besides  !  it’s  not  like  he’s  doing  it  alone.  rashid  and  devon  are  here :  totally  rational,  well  adjusted  dudes  just  like  him  with  the  same  potential  interest  in  hearing  their  heartbeat  in  their  ears and feeling their stomach in their throat for 25 long seconds  (  at  least  enough  they  haven’t  backed  out  yet.  )  “  .  .  .it's  not  THAT  far  down.  "  it's not clear if  rohan  trying  to  convince  himself  or  the  others as he  gazes  over  the  edge,  towards  the  dark  waves  that  lap  at  the  rocks  below  him.  it  makes  him  feel  a  little  dizzy.  placing his hands  on  his  hips,  he  looks  back  over  his  shoulder  at  the  two  behind  him,  “  who’s  going to jump  first  ?  “

[loveshard]

continued from for you i would prompts / @neveraftcr

"it's not... i've seen weirder, and i've done weirder things, trust me," devon shared, offering a small smile of support. he knew he had no room to judge. while he wasn't planning to question why, he had a pretty reasonable explanation made up in his head. "does it need to be thrown in the wash or is it good to go?"

[realprvncess]

Ultimamente as coisas estavam andando mais para trás do que para frente, então quando um flyer de um spa de uma maiores vilãs daquele mundo voou na direção de Angie, mais cedo naquele dia, ela pensou "por que não?". Afinal, que mal haveria nos serviços de uma feiticeira vaidosa? Duvidava que ela fosse envenenar clientes bem debaixo do nariz de Merlin, por mais que este também fosse merecedor de desconfiança. Ainda assim, era arriscado demais, e a princesa ansiava por uma massagem shiatsu e uma sauna. Inventou mentiras para se convencer de que o local era seguro até ter coragem de plantar os pés na porta de entrada. Mas depois que entrou naquele santuário de relaxamento e cuidado... Decidiu que só sairia de lá arrancada. Bem, talvez antes, porque se deparou com @devsndrs ao entrar na sauna. "Ah, olá. É seguro ficar perto de uma vilã em progresso?" Ergueu uma única sobrancelha, escolhendo o lado oposto da câmara.

[beauaustinsinclair]

WHO: @devon-sinclair LOCATION: Dev's place

It had been a few days since Landon had been taken, and it seemed like they were no closer to finding him. He'd been doing what he could to help Will look out for Logan, and he hadn't wanted to get in the way of whatever it is the others were doing, but if there was one thing he knew it was that the longer the boy was missing, the less likely they were to find him alive. Beau frantically rapped his knuckles against Devon's door, sending up a prayer when he turned out to be home. "Can I come in? It's important."

[pcrdidcs]

( closed ! ) starter -> @alkaliineee location: gimnasio o2 aire

"i can't do it!" he cries out, sweaty hands gripping the bar as he tries to push it against the weight of gravity. as part of his attempt to be more disciplined, he thought doing a short thing with an exercise routine would be good. he wanted it to be extremely short, like a couple of weeks just to show that he could and that his discipline was improving; he wasn't actually trying to pick up an entirely new habit, no matter how healthy it is. except, this is day one and he already wants to quit. he's laying underneath the bar, trying to bench press 100 lbs ( 45 kg ) with little to no avail. the most he pressed is button pressing, both on video games on people's nerves. "i give up, devon! get this thing off me! let's go walking instead! i can hear god laughing at me and i hate it!"

[starliitstories]

plot: Devon saw your muse playing an arcade game

It had been a while since the last time he were playing games like these. Amused smile curled his lips, tall body leaning against the game this person was playing. His blue eyes were keenly looking at them playing, being so focused. It was adorable despite the fact they were not particularly good at this game. But they were clearly trying their best and having a good time. “You’re not getting enough scores.” Devon teased playfully with a warm smile on his face.

[utcpias]

          ♡.    devon    &    ??

                              ♡.       “people are too casual about the fact that parrots can talk.” @2minus​

[icedfae]

“I do not like the look on your face, Dev. Last time you gave me a look like that I thought you were going to burn the entire house down.” His sister was a loose cannon, Griff was well aware of that fact and whenever she put her mind to something he also knew stopping her was not an option. @infamyd​

[fcrtnite-a]

continued  ·  DEVON & RAFE  ·  @soughtserenity

devon blinked back tears and cradled her arm against her side. she wasn’t as immune to intense pain as the other wolves. her threshold was much lower. “all of us have gotten carried away in the moment.” she reminded rafe and followed his line of vision to landon, who was already challenging someone else to a tussle. it was a little annoying that he’d only asked if she was ‘good’ through a dry chuckle. but what was she supposed to do about it? let rafe take a hunk of flesh from him? the others would never let her live it down. devon only began lifting her shirt because of the look of concern on rafe’s face. the wound was larger than she imagined and in the shape of three claw marks. "i... guess i could use some help."

[jawbrkrs]

based on this

"  why  do  you  always  get  such  an  attitude  when  I  bring  him  up  ?  " | @littlcfreaks

[bluestsdays]

it’s something devon’s always known, always felt, but she’s reminded of it, now, that being with him was the only real, true safe place she would ever know. this was the place where she could be herself and he would accept her, and take care of her, crying or not, no matter what. it’s affirmed by the warmth in the timbre of his laughter and the gentle glint in his eye as he gazes over her now nearly bare body, dress crumpled on the floor at their feet. before him, and now, even after him, these were things done in the dark, afraid for someone else to really see her body, to glance over all the parts of her she always felt so unsure about. not beneath his gaze, though, or with his lips mapping out her flesh. she feels so wanted, so at home; especially now, with how he kisses her neck, working his way down to her chest, letting out a slew of soft sighs to signal her appreciation. god, she hopes he knows how much she appreciates him, how much she wants this to be a safe place for him, too, to allow her to hold every single piece of him. he would always have a place here, with her, regardless of what happens in the future, or where they end up. and honestly, she might actually cry, right now, seeing the way he looks at her, hearing the emotion muddled within his words. she never felt more beautiful or wanted or loved than she did beneath his gaze. she flushes slightly, because of it, looking at him with a lovesick grin and glassy eyes, rendered speechless, for the time being. and she can’t breathe when he pulls her in closer, skin pressed against skin, chest rising and falling, knowing she’s exactly where she belongs, once again. “ you’re too fucking good to me, for me, ” is murmured against his lips as they find themselves tangled in another kiss— one that’s a little more ravenous and messy, both sets of hands wandering each other’s bodies as he guides her to the bed, heart fluttering in her chest at the anticipation of what was to come. she can’t help but admire him, now, as he hovers above her, her gaze tracing his features carefully, committing it to memory, to think about tomorrow when he’s gone, when this is nothing but a memory she’ll revisit time and time again, just to get herself through the day. the anticipation is killing her, but she wants to take it slow, too, even if only to put off having to say goodbye, again. she can’t control it, though, how she groans at his words, hearing him say he’s never been more proud of her— she didn’t think she could be any more turned on than she already was, and yet, she is. “ god, you fuck me up, miller, ” she sighs, as her hips press upwards, craving friction, but it’s not long until he’s tugging her underwear off, now completely bare beneath him. lips part instinctively as he runs a finger along her folds, a chill of pleasure running down her spine. “ baby, ” she breathes, letting out a soft moan as he moves to the most sensitive part of her, drawing circles around it. it’s a minuscule touch, and yet she’s already on fire, a hand reaching up to tangle in his hair. “ yes, ” it’s spoken just as breathy, eyes fluttering shut at such a sensation. no one could ever touch her like this, draw this kind of reaction from her. “ so good, ” tongue runs along her lower lip, then, as her hand moves to rest against his hip, tightening her grip against him. “ perfect. actually, ” it’s followed with another moan, to signal just how much she likes it, how much she wants him to continue. “ do you ever think about me like this ? ” it’s coarse, layered with need. “ because i do— i think about you all the time. ”

as more layers are shed between them both, it becomes easier to accept that this isn't just a figment of his imagination. that he's here, with her, and not alone, halfway across the country, recounting similar times to how they are now. can feel it thrum to life with every shared breath, or gasp, every brush of their lips, of his hands, somewhere along her body. and he meant what he said, about being proud of her, but they've always been much better at showing that to one another, haven't they? at letting the way they see, and hear, and touch each other communicate more than their words can. that's what he wants to do, by showing how proud of her he is, similar to the way he would've, regardless of whether distance and time now separated them— to dedicate his time, like they have all of it in the world tonight, to worshiping her, to doing each and every thing that he remembers she likes, that makes her feel good, because that was his ultimate goal. to remind her of what it could be like, the two of them together again, with such a tender and uttermost care. when she asks if he's trying to make her cry, he shakes his head with a low chuckle, because no that wasn't what he was intending, but there's a certain gentleness, a care that he's always held for her, that's present in the movement, as if to tell her that it's okay if she did; he'd take care of her, either way. and it's love that drives him, now, still flowing between them, keeping them together, and she reflects it back to him, just as she always has. right now, her smile, her touch, the way she says his name; it's all so achingly familiar, yet it feels like he's discovering it for the first time, again. all this longing and love. and as the fabric of her dress slips away, pooling at her feet, revealing the soft curves he's missed so much, he can't help but feel like he's home, like he's found a piece of himself that he didn't realise was lost. he kisses her neck, her collarbone, her chest, his lips leaving a trail of warmth and adoration in their wake. " so fucking beautiful, " he murmurs, right there against her flesh, voice thick with emotion, his hands trembling with the urge to touch, to explore, to claim every inch of her. he steps back for a moment, drinking her in with his eyes, memorising every detail of her as if he could capture her essence in his gaze. " you always have been. " he whispers, the truth of his feeling laid bare as he reaches for her again, pulling her in closer until their bare skin presses together, heartbeats synchronising. as their lips entangle with another kiss, less restrained than the others they've shared over the night, miller's hands also find their way to her hips, pad of his thumbs tracing gently over the bone, as he guides her to the bed, hovering over her once they hit the mattress. uses his knee, then, to gently encourage her to open her legs further for him, so he can settle there, fingertips tracing the outline of her underwear, not necessarily teasing, but in a way that shows he wants to take this slow. " well, it's true, you know? seeing you tonight, at the gallery... i've never been more proud of you, devon, " adds it for good measure, since he likes hearing the effect it has on her. can't wait much longer, though, finding that he becomes impatient, as his fingertips slip beneath the waistband of her underwear, gently tugging them down until she's fully bare for him. the pad of his index finger toys with her arousal, a clean line up her folds until it finds the most sensitive part of her, drawing a few slow circles against the bud. " like this? " he asks, breath hot against her neck as he presses his face there, biting back a groan at the feel of her. can only hope he hasn't forgotten his way around her. " is this okay? "

[loveshard]

open to: all

muse: stephen anderson, 22, cis male, pansexual, student & aspiring musician

“i screwed up, i know. how many times do i need to say sorry? do you want me on my knees? because i will beg.”

[bluestsdays]

tag drop ii.