#*declan thread*

[thearcherbrothersx]

Closed starter for @aftermiiidniiight / Muse: Declan Archer

He'd agreed to come by and pick her up this evening. He'd had a late meeting and she was out with friends not too far from his office, so naturally it made sense for his driver to swing by her venue on the way back to his place rather than have her make her way there later.

Declan left his driver with the car outside and made his way inside the club she'd told him she'd be at, his features maintaining the visual of ice; cool and calm. This despite the fact that his eyes visibly began searching the area for her as soon as he stepped inside. He looked entirely out of place, perfectly trimmed and kempt, dressed in a tailored Armani suit, a Rolex around his wrist. The sheer value of the man's attire probably surpassed the average occupant's yearly income. And yet he didn't seem bothered by the smell, the noise or fact that one person or other was intermittently bumping into him as he made his way through the crowds.

In fact, his expression didn't change until he finally spotted the gorgeous redhead on the dancefloor surrounded by several appropriately aged males, and at that point it was only for his lips to thin and brows to shift slightly higher on his forehead before his features settled back into that same indifferent mien. He watched her for a few seconds, considering the many different actions he could take, as well as the possible outcomes of those actions, before he turned around to leave.

[ronanlynchusurper]

i don’t think we talk enough about declan being equally as down bad and ‘all or nothing’ with romance as ronan is. like yes ronan said he would start wars and burn cities for adam’s true smile, begged god for adam after he first saw him and fortuitously had all his objects of worship were in one downtown block etc but ronan had known adam atleast 18 months at this stage. whereas declan really risked it all to get tyrian purple overnight for a first date gift after ONE conversation…the man was discussing their marriage as a ‘when’ not an ‘if’ before we even saw them kiss like what’s his excuse lmaoo

[ofepiphxny]

@arcanae (carmen) location: paragon pavilion

“Please tell me you brought some treats,” Declan said, leaning over Carmen’s shoulder with a borderline desperate smile. He chuckled, stepping closer to the tables of food beside them. His eyes drifted toward all the baked goods that Virtue had provided the guests. Everything looked so prim and proper, which was fine, but it was definitely a different atmosphere to Vice’s side. “The desserts here are good but not as good as yours,” he announced. “And I’m kinda craving some fudge, I’ll be so real.”

[littlcfreaks]

closed starter for @missdcalls

"do you hear yourself?" a hand raked through his hair, balling into a fist as it drops to his side, "you act like you hate me most of the time, you act like you want nothing to do with me, but then every night you text me or show up here - what do you want from me?"

[thearcherbrothersx]

All big smiles and girlish little giggles, expressive devotion in her pretty dark eyes, Luna was a sweet, innocent contrast to Declan's reserved, stoic, some would even say cold, persona. That is, until she made a mistake and all that happiness just disappeared off her features, replaced with remorse. He held her to unfairly high standards, he knew that, but he also knew she loved striving for them. Loved earning his approval. A part of her personality that he quite adored.

She looked down, and Declan's fingers caught her chin, nudging her features back up, a silent order for her eyes to meet his once more. Only when they did, did Declan speak. "No, you may not." He shook his head slightly, a hint of disappointment tainting the austerity of his features. "You know the rules, pet, and yet you felt it prudent to address me by name?" He quirked a brow. Then he picked up the necklace, the day collar, and let it hang from between a few fingers. "I expect better from you."

She attempts to smother a repressed giggle, and fails. Her glee has always been difficult to hide. Despite a lifetime of embodying characters on stage, when she trusts someone she's delightfully transparent. She blushes at the praise he lavishes on her--revels in it. "I'm the happiest." The pleasure melts off his face the moment she uses his name, and she watches his face harden in real time, all prior softness, gone-- in a blink.

"Sorry sir." She apologises quietly and looks down, at her lap. She hates displeasing him-- especially when it was unintentional. It had been a risk, and she'd known it when she'd pushed against the boundary. She likes the way his name feels in her mouth though, and something about the pushback just makes her want to earn it. "May I kiss you, sir?"

[declanofruin]

declan mccormick as text post memes

bonus +

[bypeau]

tyler and declan, thread #002. continued from discord !

tyler feng had always been the wildcard. he was solely responsible for turning sigma chi into the best fraternity on campus. they had the hottest parties and the hottest guys, all of whom were just as wild as their leader. words traveled around belgrave university, and tyler feng's reputation was as scandalous as they came. even the freshman were up to date on his antics, and tyler couldn't have been more thankful. . . otherwise, little declan valentine might have never fallen into his lap. "you didn't seem to mind skipping pleasantries when i was guzzling your piss in the middle of the library, dollface," tyler reminded him, plump lips upturned into a smirk. he was, however, stunned to silence as the tiny boy slid out of his sneaker and brought it to his own nose. there was simply nothing hotter than watching a boy get off on his own musk. tyler had seen sydney do it more times than he could count, but that was different. sydney was a slut, and tyler hadn't even had to ask — declan, on the other hand, was brand spanking new and ripe for the claiming. "now do you see what drove me so wild in the library?" he asked with a smirk, snatching the tiny shoe from the boy's hand before he had the chance to say no. tyler brought the sneaker to his nose with a devilish smirk, groaning obscenely as the radiant musk took over his senses. tyler's cock twitched in his chaps, toes curling in his leather boots as he dug into the boy's sweaty shoe. "you bring those sweaty little feet with you, and you can have whatever you want," tyler promised. his slender digits wrapped around the boy's ankle and pulled his dainty foot to his face, pressing his nose between his socked toes. "d'ya ever think you'd have the president of sigma chi gooning out for your feet, princess?"

"no, i know how to make you feel special— you're, uh, the only boy i've ever done this for," tyler admitted bashfully. in tyler's world, full of booze and wild parties, it was completely normal if not expected to go through college without a serious relationship. but sitting next to declan, he felt. . . embarrassed. his cheeks were tinged pink as he looked up at declan through thick, dark lashes. "if that's what you want, consider it done. i do have to warn you, though. . . they're pretty rank. y'might not be able to handle them," he chuckled. it would have been obvious to anyone watching that tyler was absolutely smitten with declan, and he didn't care to hide it. he would've gladly given it all up — the partying, the salacious rendezvous — to have declan on his arm. but much to tyler's utter surprise, that didn't seem to be what declan wanted. he was clearly intrigued by tyler's life, and tyler couldn't say he blamed him. . . and if that's what he wanted, who was he to say no? not that he could have, with those beautiful eyes gazing up at him. "why don't we change that, princess?" tyler hummed softly. he brought declan's dainty hand to his crotch, cock twitching beneath the boy's hand as his lips curled into a smirk. "you can't be too much, 'cause something tells me that you'd give daddy whatever he wants— and y'wouldn't even make me beg for it," tyler teased, nipping at the smaller boy's jawline. "if they keep their hands to themselves and behave, i might let 'em get a taste. your little cunt's gonna need plenty of tender lovin' care when i get done with it, after all," he chuckled, suckling at the dainty boy's earlobe. his goal was to overwhelm declan's senses entirely, have him gasping out and begging for more. tyler's hands were needy and fast, groping the boy's curves with the kind of desperation he would have never shown any of his past lovers. "honestly, he might beg to eat your sloppy pussy if y'play hard to get," tyler teased. "syd's one of my best guys— he's a total whore, but he's fun. all y'gotta do is tell him that he can have an hour with my feet, and he'll be slobberin' all over that pretty hole better than any of the other guys in this house."

when tyler envisioned a wild night at the sigma chi house, he hadn't pictured his hole becoming the main attraction. no one had ever ventured back there before, which was honestly a shame considering his ass was almost pornographic, naturally hairless and always glistening with sweat. he had never had the desire to let anyone poke or prod at his virgin hole, but declan was different. . . he was special, and tyler would have let him have anything he wanted. no matter how many boundaries he had to shed to give it to him. "yeah, baby. it f-fucking loves you," he stuttered out, running a hand through his dark hair. with each hungry swipe of the smaller boy's tongue, tyler was falling deeper and deeper into a headspace that he could have never anticipated. he choked out a moan as those agile fingers slid into him, flushed rim fluttering around declan's fingers as his toes curled wildly. his brow furrowed in confusion as he felt something wet and sticky wet his rim ; he hadn't heard declan spit, and he was strongly against lube. "shit. . . are you fingering me with my own load?" tyler gasped, peeking over his shoulder to meet the smaller boy's gaze. he tossed his head back, brown hair sticking to his forehead as his lips parted in ecstasy. it was the perfect opportunity for declan to slip his fingers past tyler's puffy lips. his eyes shot open, ready to protest, but his efforts proved to be futile. tyler took declan's fingers to the hilt, lapping every bit of his load from them with a lusty look in his dark eyes. "fuck me up, declan," tyler groaned, his voice hoarse and full of grovel. "i wanna take your cock, i wanna take your fist. . . i wanna take whatever you'll give me, princess. i want you to make your daddy a nasty gooner buttslut, and enjoy every fuckin' minute of it. use my body like a toy, baby. please!"

"yeah, baby? you love daddy's noisy, sloppy little cunt?" tyler moaned wantonly. he had forgotten that his friends were acting as an audience, forgotten that there was a camera recording his ever move. he had lost the fight against pleasure, and his virgin bubble butt was declan's prize. a soft gasp slipped past his swollen lips as the blunt tip of declan's cock pushed past his smooth rim ; it wasn't long and thick like some of the others he'd seen, like his own, but it was the perfect size to pop his delicate cherry. "i don't care what they think, baby. tear this fuckin' pussy up," tyler plead, gazing into declan's eyes with stars in his own. his juicy hole slurped and gurgled around the boy's cock, thanks mostly to thick slobber that coated his rim and seeped into his velvety walls. "stop teasin' me and give me that pretty cock, baby. fuck that creamy load into daddy's pussy and make me a dirty whore," he whined out, wiggling his toes against declan's precious face for a little extra temptation. he could hardly believe that was the same boy he'd met in the library, the same boy who blushed and stuttered at every statement that left his lips. "f-fuck, no. . . i didn't tell 'em that i gobbled down your cock and guzzled your piss in the middle of the library. i didn't tell them that i came in my fucking pants when you forced me to swallow your load, or that i came home and fucked my fist thinking about it. this l-little twink has turned me into a total simp, okay? is that what you wanted me to tell them?" tyler rambled, experiencing his first fit of cockdrunk lust. "or did you want me to tell them that i'm squeezing your cock so tight with my cunt, hoping it'll drive you crazy and make you fuck me so hard that i see stars? or maybe that i'd fucking beg and cry if it meant getting you to use my sloppy, virgin cunt as a urinal? p-please, declan— just give it to me. i'll do anything to get it, t'get you to stop holding back on me. i'd take both of their cocks, let 'em use my juicy bubble butt like a pocket pussy, if you promised to give me the dicking that i deserved! can't you see i'm desperate, baby? fuck me!"

[thearcherbrothersx]

"I see..." Uncertain how to deal with the situation he found himself in, Declan opted for fewer words rather than eloquence. Quite uncharacteristic, but then, he was used to being in control of most situations. So that I see was all he said, head nodding softly as he returned her smile amiably before casually dismissing her, his gaze returned to the numbers above the elevator doors.

Then the final ping sounded, and Declan shifted slightly, preparing to exit when the girl's words made him pause and instead turn his head to look at her, brows raised in wordless question when she claimed to have a meeting with... him? "Yes, I'm sure you will." He managed one step, already shaking off the weirdness of the exchange when she spoke again, confessed really, and then breezed past him out of the semi privacy of the open elevator before he had the chance to answer. His gaze followed her, brows pulled together slightly in thought before he was greeted by a receptionist who spotted him. His PA was by the elevator door, already in the process of handing him his coffee when the sound of heels returning drew his attention.

He cleared his throat, glancing from Eden to his PA for a moment. "Firstly, yes, I am," he told Eden then, keeping professional decorum as he finally took his coffee from the now frowning PA, who was already busy checking her phone for any morning appointments. "Secondly..." he gestured to the PA.

"You don't have any internal appointments this morning, Sir," the PA chimed in a second later, giving Eden a disproving look. Declan shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee. "Ah, well then, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding." He looked to Eden. "Why don't you join me in my office while Rebecca sorts this mess out?" He didn't wait for an answer; just started walking, expecting her to follow.

Eden uncomfortably shifted to her other heel, her perfectly manicured nails tapping to the top of her laptop when she tried very much not to stare at the familiar, handsome man in front of her. The blonde didn't think she would ever see him again after their little experience. Truth was, he had never really left her mind. The elevator was still going up and Eden was very unaware of having an actual meeting with him - or well, that was what her colleagues told her.

His voice sent shivers down her entire spine. The same voice that told her exactly what and how to do before. Eden cleared her throat to shake herself from the daydream, and nodded at his question. "Yeah, I'm about to head into a meeting." The blonde nodded, flashing him a charming smile. At the little 'ping' of the elevator, as they reached the top level, Eden turned her face to look back towards him again. "I'll probably see you around some more." She nodded slowly, eyes lingering on his lips for a moment before they reached his eyes again. "Meeting the big bad boss, and stuff." Eden was already heading towards to step out of the elevator before looking back at him. "You have never left my mind after that day at the airport." She admitted, teeth very slightly biting down in her plump lower lip before she walked out of the elevator, towards the reception.

"Ah, Mr. Archer, welcome! It's great to see you again." - One of the receptionists said. At that, the blonde immediately stopped herself from registering herself at the desk. Eyes wide and lips slightly partened when she glanced over her shoulder, back at Declan. You have got to be kidding me. Heels tapped on the office when she slowly walked over to the male, frowning lightly. "You're Mr. Archer?" Eden asked, voice soft yet in total shock. "I-" She blinked once or twice. "I have an appointment with you."

[beautybrains-bhavi]

WHO: @declanofruin WHERE: KM Jewelry Repair

Like it or not, witches have impeccable taste. Sure, vampires claim nightclubs and werewolves have their cool hipster spots but witches get a mall! Bhavi loved malls! …Technically one corner of the strip mall but it's still witch territory by proxy! Kinda. Sorta. Whateva’!

If only this shop offered discounts for their resale items. Don’t get her wrong, Bhavi’s not expecting real thrift or supermarket prices, especially not if these gems and jewelry are authentic. However, Bhavana is a penny-pincher at heart; blowing off her weekly budget in one place might just give Bhavi an aneurysm. Maybe she could bat her eyelashes the retailer’s way and take a shot at bargaining for a better deal.

The sound of footsteps behind Bhavi echo across the store. What a better time to try her luck. Bhavi prepares a sweet smile as she looks up from the glass display. She’s mid-turn, mid-coy-tuck-hair-behind-the-ear, when it suddenly hits her.

A wave of energy that can only be described as rancid. Worm infested compost. Curdled milk. Rotted carcass. All at once. Crashing into her as hard as a tidal wave, faster than she could think to save face. Bhavi's nose crinkles, her eyes widen with furrowed brows and mouth agape in shocked disgust.

“Ugh!"

Fully spun around, Bhavana is expecting to see a walking trash bag. "Huh?" But, no. It's just a guy. "Uh." Bhavi scans the other witch from head to toe. Yeah, just a guy. What the fuck? "Um! Hi. Sorry! Hello. ...Hi, there?"

[thearcherbrothersx]

Closed starter for @aftermiiidniiight / Declan & Cora 002

Declan didn't usually do this. He was always accompanied; never the one to accompany another. And yet she'd somehow roped him into it. So there he was, standing outside her apartment complex, finger on the buzzer while his driver, Tim, waited in the car behind him. He was dressed in a dark blue suit with a matching west, wore a light blue button-down and slightly darker tie. Not unlike his usual attire, but then, she hadn't specified that he should wear a tux or that he should dress particularly Christmas-themed, so he'd settled on the usual.

Declan let the buzzer go once he was certain it had been heard, and took a step back from the door, hands in the pockets of his pants as he waited for Cora to make an appearance.

[dxrknessexplored]

@tealeavesandthorns asked “Why is the plural of moose still moose? Why not meese?”

Train of thought entirely interrupted; it took more than a second for the words to filter through and process properly before Declan was even able to understand what Maria was asking. Eyes glanced towards the woman to see if there was a drink in her hand. Not that she needed to be drinking to ask such a question. It just was one of those out of left field moments. Instead, he watched as she softly pet Eli's head as it remained settled in her lap. The paperwork was set to the side, and he shifted in his seat.

"I actually know this one," he offered with a small laugh. "If you really wanted to know that is, and we are just tossing rhetorical questions out into the open." Declan waited to see what she would say. He had read a bit on the country as a whole prior to the move, and oddly enough, that little tidbit of information had come up and lived buried in his brain since.

[seolinah]

closed for @lovefoolsx for liking this post

"Deny it all you want but I know you like me."

[dearsgcd]

@revolvingdccrs asked: ❝ you don’t have to change a thing. i love you exactly as you are. ❞ for Declan!

"i would change everything about me if it meant i got to keep you forever."

[littlcfreaks]

closed starter for @bardcwn

"i'm baaaaaaaack - did you miss me? can you put it in your contract that we're not allowed to have to do events separate? i don't wanna go out of town without you again."

[thearcherbrothersx]

Luna took the invitation to slip into his lap, and Declan instinctively wrapped an arm around her middle to steady her. His other hand settled against her naked thigh, his thumb tracing little half moons on her skin as she spoke. He arched a brow at her comment regarding her skirts, a slight twitch of his lips marking his amusement - then gave a subtle nod of his head at her concession. "I understand that, sweetheart, but in this, I'm afraid I can't give you much time. Not if you're still joining me on Saturday. So I'd like to help you adjust instead." During that first talk, and several times since, Declan had warned her that going into this with him would mean she'd have to change some things; that he enjoyed controlling as many aspects of her life as she would consent to. Most of them were just for his own enjoyment, to scratch that itch inside himself, but this one was a bigger deal than that - this one directly impacted business, which made Declan significantly less flexible.

Declan's brows pulled a little closer when she referenced Kanye West, a question in his eyes that she apparently picked up on, because she followed by explaining. "Ah, I see." He chuckled a little, shaking his head at her. "No, sweetheart, we're definitely not doing that. But I would like to have someone go through your wardrobe with you, and if there's anything you disagree with her on, you and I can have a conversation about those items." He leaned back in his seat, bright blues watching her, a subtle smile on his lips as he added; "After that, of course, you'll be going on a sponsored shopping trip."

"That's...true. I suppose, I'm a little-- unsure how to be what you need outside of that." She doesn't know how to be in a relationship with Declan-- she knows how to be his submissive, but she's more than aware that those two things-- were not the same. The disappointment still cuts but it's tempered enough by his words that her face goes from wounded to something a little more neutral.

"Okay." She nods once, her finger still brushing the pendant. She's less anxious when she hears his solution and is more just-- curious to hear the new boundaries, to see if they were things she'd want, or would shift for him. She takes the invitation to slide into his lap, with a small--eager smile. It's where she wants to be almost all the time, and knowing that his ire has cooled enough to want her there, unknots the last bit of tension from her shoulders. "That's... fair. I mean-- this is what most girls wear now. It's not something I considered outrageous but, my broadway friends and your business associates are two very different groups of people. I understand your concern." She pauses, thinking through what he was stating, turning over the words in her head and trying to hone in on how it makes her feel. "I also now know I have several skirts in my wardrobe that might give you a heart attack if you saw them--" she gives him a soft smile. "Your expectations of how I carry myself aren't necessarily unfair, but it might take me a moment to adjust and figure out how to be myself within those boundaries." She responds, finally. "As long as you're not planning to Kanye West my whole wardrobe we can figure something out--" She pauses-- "Uh--Maybe I should explain, there's this scene in this show-- Kanye goes and takes out all of partners clothing he hates-- and replaces it himself. She doesn't get any say whatsoever. I would prefer if we didn't do that-- I want a say."

[strawberette]

@ofepiphxny / closed event starter / declan caffrey setting: the paragon pavilion

Dorian found his wonderful A+ Ace incredibly quick. This was the perfect time for business, especially to have access to the Virtues in such a casual way. "Declan! My adorable little baby brother who popped out of a better mom... Did you bring plenty of supplies for this little shindig tonight?"