he's a D E V I A N T

We are shaped by our t h o u g h t s; we become what we t h i n k . _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Original character, telepath. Read bio before interacting. ~ Multiverse/Multimuse ~ 18+ Content ~ OC-friendly Young!Faceclaim: Alex Pettyfer Older!Faceclaim: Joel McHale Tag: devixant

[devixnt]

      "  You paid for that brownie, didn't you?  "

[devixnt]

     Insistence left his work cut out for him. For all the likelihood of him   downright refusing to play the role of an active participant in any of   Neel’s whims, the man provided an ever more convincing case at   each try. There was, to some eerie effect, almost no turning the man down.           Senses dulled, he hardly is one to busy himself with       worrisome deliberations. That brilliant mind is put to use       instead with what it had been conceived to attempt. Ghosting       touches from a myriad of fingers that lay upon the verge of       the inside of Neel’s thigh, Vincent kissed at him, passionate and       slow, motions eroticized as he writhed uunderneath.     

[xspeaknoevil-blog]

     There’s always a debate to whether or not Neel’s practised and wanting touch is purely for himself or the pleasure of the other, but he truly couldn’t care less. The excitement lies in the heat of it all; catching breath and muscles damn near trembling for pleasure.

     Hips roll forward, insisting for Vincent’s hand to move closer to his desire. All the while, his opposing hand frees the buttons of the other’s shirt, exposing hardened muscle for him to grope and caress.

[devixnt]

A strict conditioning engraved the appeal of a regimented approach into his predilections. Vincent saw appeal where structured commonalities and indubitable certainties lie, where the answer of an equation would always remain the same regardless of how one was to go about executing it. Being around Neel introduced a depraved, empty sense of inconsistency to an otherwise harmonious pattern that stretched out into possible perpetuity. He demanded for change, new things and newer experiences during their trysts. The younger blond was only beginning to take to growing accustomed to it all.        Matching his companion deed for deed, never to be outdone where his     merits were recognized, Vincent gripped harshly to where he was intended     to. the flaccid softness of a cylindrical organ caught amid squeezing fingers.     His kisses grow sloppy, loosing track of their mark and often ended up glazing     both jaw and cheek as opposed to lips suckled raw.

[devixnt]

They will get to that in time, surely so with only some mild  plausibility for delay, if Vincent were to be lauded with any more physical endearment. Spry fingers that tousled in the coils of his hair threaded in firm reassurance that Neel would remain with him for a while longer, hardly eager to leave just yet.         His fingertips move with a similar devotion upon         lean muscle, rubbing circles where permissible.           "   Long day, is all.  “

[xspeaknoevil-blog]

     ”I can help with that…” Not one for subtly, Neel tilts Vincent’s chin and steals a warm kiss. There’s no better distraction. His lips find a suitable rhythm while his hand feed through the hair and gently tugs on its ends. Neither is Neel one for patience, his eagerness all too apparent in the coaxing demands of his lips. 

[devixnt]

     Insistence left his work cut out for him. For all the likelihood of him   downright refusing to play the role of an active participant in any of   Neel's whims, the man provided an ever more convincing case at   each try. There was, to some eerie effect, almost no turning the man down.           Senses dulled, he hardly is one to busy himself with       worrisome deliberations. That brilliant mind is put to use       instead with what it had been conceived to attempt. Ghosting       touches from a myriad of fingers that lay upon the verge of       the inside of Neel's thigh, Vincent kissed at him, passionate and       slow, motions eroticized as he writhed uunderneath.        

[devixnt]

It’s been a rough day, one punctuated with malcontent tides that sloshed and spattered against his resolution to remain unfazed. Even the solidity of boulders crumbled, albeit doing so gradually in time. He is no different.     Interns who regarded his purported seniority in the paper     were more than eager to refer to Vincent with their every     inquiry. His boss, while a narcissist at heart, deigned to alter     and correct the apparent mistake made. He wouldn’t rather have     a litter of young pups teeming at his doorway with yelps and chirps.         His one moment of solace came in the all-embracing silence of Neel’s apartment         when he had let himself in with shoes shucked and socks toed away.         The man himself bolstered the notion of creature comforts, a commodity         that remained mercifully accessible. Head drooping low enough to rest         ever so gingerly on Neel’s shoulder, always uncertain if he were permitted         to so much as crease his shirts let alone rest upon him, Vincent drew in a         sharp breath.

[xspeaknoevil-blog]

     Neel does not shift when Vincent lays his head, but a subtle jut of his bottom lip displays his disappointment in the lack of touch below his belt. He had been eager for the contact, for the escape into the mindless indulgence of sex. Clearly that would have to wait.

     His chest rises and falls in a slow breath, drawing his hand to stroke through Vincent’s hair.

           “You’re quiet,” he states, absent-mindedly. No sense faking sleep now.

[devixnt]

They will get to that in time, surely so with only some mild  plausibility for delay, if Vincent were to be lauded with any more physical endearment. Spry fingers that tousled in the coils of his hair threaded in firm reassurance that Neel would remain with him for a while longer, hardly eager to leave just yet.         His fingertips move with a similar devotion upon         lean muscle, rubbing circles where permissible.           "   Long day, is all.  "

[devixnt]

"   So keep at it. Nothing’s stopping you.  “  When the button succumbs and yields, he cossets  fine skin with the meat of a hand. The touch is gentle,  exerted with intimate care so not to leave any more than  the whisper of brief contact there.       The thudding of a heart behind thin walls;       that kept him at mild peace. 

[xspeaknoevil-blog]

     Hips twitch, in turn, and are slow to rise into contact with the touch. Yet Neel’s eyes close once more, ridding himself of any responsibility while tauntingly pretending to drift off to sleep.

[devixnt]

It's been a rough day, one punctuated with malcontent tides that sloshed and spattered against his resolution to remain unfazed. Even the solidity of boulders crumbled, albeit doing so gradually in time. He is no different.     Interns who regarded his purported seniority in the paper     were more than eager to refer to Vincent with their every     inquiry. His boss, while a narcissist at heart, deigned to alter     and correct the apparent mistake made. He wouldn't rather have     a litter of young pups teeming at his doorway with yelps and chirps.         His one moment of solace came in the all-embracing silence of Neel's apartment         when he had let himself in with shoes shucked and socks toed away.         The man himself bolstered the notion of creature comforts, a commodity         that remained mercifully accessible. Head drooping low enough to rest         ever so gingerly on Neel's shoulder, always uncertain if he were permitted         to so much as crease his shirts let alone rest upon him, Vincent drew in a         sharp breath.

[xspeaknoevil-blog]

Leans into. May or may not be trying to pop a button free.

     Lazy, half-lidded eyes gaze down to where Vincent’s hand moves and a faint smirk quirks at the corner of Neel’s mouth.

                      “I was trying to nap,” he teases.  

[devixnt]

"   So keep at it. Nothing's stopping you.  " When the button succumbs and yields, he cossets fine skin with the meat of a hand. The touch is gentle, exerted with intimate care so not to leave any more than the whisper of brief contact there.       The thudding of a heart behind thin walls;       that kept him at mild peace.

[devixnt]

come and play with this pretty face

[thecharmingfinder-archive]

    “Can you p l e a s eexplain to me what just happened?”

[devixnt]

"I ate a burrito. The burrito is now in me. What else is there to know?”

[xspeaknoevil-blog]

"You have no reason to be jealous."

jealousy [starter sentences]

     ”I’m really not.” 

[devixnt]

    "  So that must be why you've    been watching like a cat outside    a fish store when I was baking.  "

[devixnt]

"  Why wouldn’t I want you? What makes  any other kid from Ohio or Nebraska or  Bumluck-Idaho any more special than you?  “ Six months worth of psych-class before having  flunked it completely did some certain degree of good, when put to use. Somehow, Vinnie doesn’t quite regret that in college as much as he did previously.         “   You’ve got somethin’ about you.          Think it through, I don’t pull out an offer on anybody.  “

[wingmanriley-a]

"Alright, alright, I’ll think about it. But I still don’t understand your logic,” Riley admitted, shaking his head with a little grin on his lips.

[devixnt]

"  Don't start trying to understand it now. Wouldn't make sense even if you tried.  " Enigmatic is one thing. Vinnie was simply in it to fuck around with the poor guy. Or at least, his wit had been anyway.

[madewithcarefor-randy]

[devixnt]

"  No, I don’t need to. But I can     if I so please.  “        He’s survived in the game with        a rapier of wit and snide tact. Vinnie        proves himself to be amongst the        sharper tools in the shed, if not the        sharpest. Settling in further on the        bar stool, he shrugs.         “  We’re looking for fact-checkers.     People who know their books.  “

[wingmanriley-a]

"Sure, but why would you want me? There are plenty of other, more qualified people who I’m sure are begging for this job,” he points out with a shrug, tapping his fingers against the bar. “I’m nothing special. I’m just some kid from Ohio.”

[devixnt]

"  Why wouldn't I want you? What makes  any other kid from Ohio or Nebraska or  Bumluck-Idaho any more special than you?  " Six months worth of psych-class before having  flunked it completely did some certain degree of good, when put to use. Somehow, Vinnie doesn't quite regret that in college as much as he did previously.         "   You've got somethin' about you.          Think it through, I don't pull out an offer on anybody.  "

[devixnt]

"  If you’re up for it—  " He stalls for a moment, fingers knotting around the girth of a midway-finished pint of beer. “  —We’ve got a couple of posts open in the Tribune.” As they would. The editor doesn’t take to new hires too well.        “   Maybe I can arrange a little something on your behalf.    If you’d like. “

[wingmanriley-a]

"Oh, please, you don’t need to do that for me. You barely even know me,” Riley murmurs,  bowing his head and pushing his fingers through his hair. “And I don’t think your editor would much like to hire a guy who never went to college, and got straight C’s through high school English.”

[devixnt]

"  No, I don't need to. But I can     if I so please.  "        He's survived in the game with        a rapier of wit and snide tact. Vinnie        proves himself to be amongst the        sharper tools in the shed, if not the        sharpest. Settling in further on the        bar stool, he shrugs.         "  We're looking for fact-checkers.     People who know their books.  "

[joelmclauriejr]

Joel McHale being Joel McHale.

[deltaspheres]

Olivia rewatches Community ↳Characters: Jeff Winger

[eatbloganddie-deactivated202005]

lol.

[devixnt]

"  You text’d me. ‘member? Hospital, I played husband, lots of awkward stares.  “         Blue eyes; more azure than blue, really.         They’re crystalline when light prickles         amid their hued facets. The cloth is marred         with faint red when he finally relinquishes         it, leaving for the fabric to sit limp on the         coffee-table.            “  I could’ve done a lot worse.  “

[sleepindarknessa-blog]

               Texting—-he remembers that. All this struggling                just to keep himself together, he wonders what                happened; he’ll probably remember once he                sleeps for a while, though that doesn’t help now.

"Thank you.   —-By the way.”

               Has he said that already? He thinks it’s best to say                it again—-just in case. He runs hands up his face                and through his hair, leaning forward, his eyes                squeezing shut. Everything hurts and he’s tired.

[devixnt]

Texting, receiving the text, hauling himself over to the city hospital with the same amount of burgeoning faith an intern would have for his one shot at cementing his reputation as a journalist. It wasn't too bad of a tip, and it's hardly a slight on Vinnie's part to have assumed the role of a an almost bereaved husband.        Pushing a glass of water over to where        the other may find it easily accessible, he        rises to stand and shrug away the vestiges        of mild exhaustion that had began to creep        into his bones.    "Yeah well, you can thank me later."