#sxmebrxs; alcide

[theadoptedhale]

@sxmebrxs for alcide as plotted :3

the weather was not his friend today. night shift had dragged him thorugh pouring rain & while he had spent much of it safely in the car, he still got drenched every time they left it to take care of someone. five emergencies in the first six hours. he was exhausted, but had agreed last week to keep alcide, the handsome wolf currently rebuilding his family home for him, company when he could.

admittedly, he didn't remember everything about his old home, but enough to help. he'd had barely enough time to drive home, shower, grab some food (because food was important) & drive out to the old, burned-down hale mansion. he was a little late, again. but he really couldn't skip that shower after a long night of work & he definitely couldn't skip breakfast.

there he was, vincent couldn't help a stupid smile at the sight & goddamnit, who allowed that guy to look like this anyway? stop. don't be ridiculous. pissing off the guy paid to rebuild the mansion would not end well. "morning."

[sinfultales]

@sxmebrxs​ asked: [ tie ] — alcide & travis

Travis hated having to do this. But he knew Alcide wanted it. When his wolf seemed to get more wild and needed to be tamed a bit more. Alcide had walked Travis on how to tie him up. And with Travis’ power? He knew he could calm him down at a moment’s notice if he had to. But he wanted to learn how to do it without it. Wanted to learn how to do it without needing to depend so heavily on his power. 

Still...seeing Alcide struggle against the bond’s like that? Seeing him sweat, growl, and look like that? It definitely got Travis excited...and Travis couldn’t help but to move forward. Travis meekly found his body moving on top of Alcide’s as he looked down at the other, offering the man a beautiful smile. “Sh...Calm down, big guy,” Travis cooed towards the werewolf, his perky ass propped right on the other man’s crotch through the thin material of the shorts that he was wearing. 

“The full moon is awfully close...But I’m going to need you to calm down. Can you do that for me, babe?” 

[taiinted]

WHAT KIND OF VILLAIN ARE YOU?

ACCIDENTALLY EVIL. you didn't mean to. it was honestly an accident, but who would believe you? you need to watch your back now, because everyone is after you. why wouldn't they be? for all they know, you did it on purpose. when you die, it's from finally being caught by the wrong people. you die afraid, and still running. unbeknownst to you, you are swiftly avenged. your unnecessary death does not go unpunished.

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[theadoptedhale]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED?

deeply, like the vastness of the sea

you are a very passionate person. you feel everything so intensely, and that definitely includes love. you need someone who will match that passion, that intensity. you need someone who will care about you as much as you care about them, but you have a hard time finding that. you're usually the one who loves more, and it's sad sometimes, but it's okay. but you will find someone who loves you just as much as you love them.

tagged by: stole it from @gaydemonwolf

tagging: @comiiical (mateo?), @sxmebrxs (alcide), @itsbitmxdinhere (crowley), @gaydemonwolf (duke if u haven't yet), @amxngsthxmans (orist?) & everybody else who sees this, so long as you tag me so i can see :3

[taiinted]

@sxmebrxs​ continued from here

THESE PAST THIRTEEN YEARS HAD BEEN KIND TO HIM UNLIKE HIS FATHER WHO HAD become obsessed with finding the bottom of a lager bottle and conspiracy theories that hardly had a glimmer of truth to them. He was now a renowned folklorist/ supernatural researcher who had clients all over the world ( his work was his life ) and had patched up things with his mother. They spoke regularly over the phone and she had purchased a home not far from him in Bon-Temp.  Life couldn’t get any better or  he liked to think so  — but he had missed Alcide dreadfully and he had to pinch himself a couple of times, just to be certain he was real. 

 He had developed a bit of a crush for the other man before he had left town in tears on that dreadful night where his father had drunkenly spat in his face and called him a worthless pile of shit the second he had stepped through the front door. The intelligent, cheerful, man he had hero worshiped as a child was no longer there and had been replaced by a drunken fool who no longer knew what day it was, let alone his own son’s name. 

His gaze fixes upon his kind features and lingers there for a couple of seconds, just looks at him for a moment with that hungry and uncertain expression that Alcide knows all to well. He always craves more of the warmth he offers to him so freely.  ❝ Ya could never make me feel ashamed, Alcide. You’ve been there for me more than my father ever was, it’s just a pity... that you are not interested in other men because — oh it doesn’t matter. ❞  He brings his stool closer to his and winds his arms around him to pull him into a gentle hug.  ❝ M’bein’ silly. I mean who would want me in the way. How have the years been treatin’ ya? Good I hope.  ❞