Hi, I'm finally making my introduction for this Tumblr!! Dividers by @strangergraphics !
You can call me Misha or Erik and I go by He / Them / Angel with any masculine pronouns as I identify myself as demi-boy. I'm cupioromantic and I'm taken by my F/Os, do not flirt with me unless close as jokes. Careful I bite! >:). @devils-fl1ght is main Tumblr.
I do :
— Fluff
— Angst
— Smut (depending on the kink) +18 requests
— Canon x Canon
— Canon x reader
I won't :
— Anything with animals
— Scat
— Pedo / minor x adult / Age play
— Incest
Who I do :
Richard Harmon :
— Erik Campbell (Final Destination)
— Alex Wright (Grave Encounters)
— Tryst Smith (Fakes)
— Clay (Margaux)
— Vern (Lowlifes)
— Max Borman (Van Helsing)
— Joe Ferrera (Memory of a killer)
— Seth Durand (A mother's instinct)
— John Murphy (The 100)
— Would be interested to try more roles (Owen, Kale,...)
I finally made it. My LGBT Richard Harmon roles headcanon.
Max Borman :
To me, he is grey-romantic. He is not really interested in love, it’s not what he is looking for in the apocalypse. However, if he eventually finds someone, he would protect them. Despite being a real jerk, he stays an ally. He would always use the correct pronoun, prisoner or not. He uses he/him.
William Campbell :
He could only be an ally or then bi-curious. He never really thought about dating a guy but that wouldn’t stop him. He would love his partner with a messy love, like not doing surprising gifts or failing their favorite meal. He uses he/him.
Jake :
He is a hurt straight and an ally. He still thinks about his ex-girlfriend, feeling guilty and locking himself in photography. He has a lot of flashbacks of precise moments with her that he cherishes enormously. I don’t think he is currently looking for someone but he wouldn’t say no. He just needs some time. He uses he/him.
Joe Ferrera :
GAY. Okay so.. To me he is homosexual or then achillean, more comfortable with boys than girls. He would protect them in the same way Angelo protects Maria. I mean by that, he would totally keep that secret to others (Dutch mostly). Angelo would eventually find out because he is the closest to Joe. He uses he/him.
Clay (Rufus) :
He is canonically gay. He just denies it most of the time but he is in love with Rufus. He is scared of other's opinions, of his dad's mostly. But when he is with Rufus, he seems happy and he totally has his eyes on him. He uses he/him.
Seth Durand :
I honestly think Seth isn't into women. I don't say he is gay, but he has a bad feeling towards women. In fact, he isn't really looking for someone. He doesn't trust love. He needs time to trust anyone as he doesn't want to fall on someone who would use him. Or then he would be really bad in a relationship. He uses he/him.
Adam Witver :
It's actually similar to Seth. But he really hates women. He never had the thoughts to be in a relationship with someone. He stayed with his father and his hate for women for so long. He has a bad idea of relationships and doesn't trust it. But if he ever falls in love, it would probably be a man and would protect them with his life. He uses he/him.
Louis Clairborne :
I think he doesn't care about gender and how you look as he has had difficulties to see since he was a kid. I consider him as pansexual. He cares about feelings first, loving the person for who they are. He uses he/him.
Danny Reyes :
Oh Danny, we already know. He is also canonically gay. Even though he slept with a lot of guys, when he found Chris and finally went out with him, he loved him like he was the most precious person ever. When he loves, he really does. Movies are his life, but Chris is his world now. He uses he/him.
John Murphy :
John is pansexual. Here I put my base. To me, he doesn't care about gender as long as he is loved for what he is. If Emori was a man, he would still love them. He is a jealous kind of person because he never had relationships before. He is also a romantic type of person, learning everyday how to be better for the person. He uses he/him.
Kale Tremaine :
So for this one I have many headcanon. He could be someone that doesn't like people, who aren't interested in others. He would be only interested in business. He could be aroace. But I think if he ever falls for someone, he would be the “too much” boyfriend. He wants to be the best. And he is too virtual with all his social media. He uses he/him.
Lars :
He is canonically bisexual, the pitfall account tells us that. As a scars (Scott x Lars) big lover, I see him having the biggest crush on Scott. Without spoiling the movie, Lars really cares about Scott and he would sacrifice anything for him. He uses he/him.
Vern Cleary :
Vern is probably straight. He lives in a traditional family. But that doesn't mean he couldn't try with a guy either. He may be bi-curious? In all ways, he is an ally for the LGBT. He uses he/him.
Erik Campbell :
Erik doesn't care about gender either. Honestly, as long as he can flirt with the person, he would. He just wants to have fun, he is still in that mentality. But in a serious relationship, he would be teasing. He uses he/him.
Clay (Margaux) :
I think Clay could see himself as genderfluid or agender/non-binary, doesn't really care about his gender. Same for his partner, he doesn't care about their gender. He would be pansexual. He uses He/Her/Them :P.
Trystan Smith :
I think Tryst is more comfortable with neutral pronouns as he could be non-binary. Like a lot, he doesn't care about gender for their partner, probably making him bisexual or pansexual. He cared about everyone, and I think it's one of the characters who is the most attentive to younger ones and helps them with their coming out.
Alex Wright :
To me, he is also grey-romantic. He doesn't really care about love. He is only interested in his movies. That's his proudest work in his life, he can't let love ruin it. Even though he may have liked Jennifer, he isn't interested in finding someone else. I also think he is genderfluid, using he/her/them.
Caleb :
I just wanted to say I see him as a trans ftm character! I don't have much to say about him.
Ꮺ Summary ; Danny hardly fell for Clay who has no ideas! :3
Ꮺ Words count ; 492 words
Ꮺ Tags ; MLM, fluff, kiss
Danny Reyes was in his dormitory, accompanied by Clay. He was from another formation but somehow they could see each other a lot. Danny was realizing for a few months that he wasn’t interested in other men anymore. He was always feeling weird next to Clay. He knew it but he didn’t want to sleep or to be only friends with him. No, he had feelings and it was scaring him out. He never thought falling like that for someone, even less Clay. He was sitting on his bed, with Clay next to him. He was smoking on his shisha that he had improvised in a soda can this time. Danny looked at him, a little too intensively. The worst was that Clay had no idea about Danny’s attraction.
The younger sighed a bit before asking a question that seemed innocent. “Imagine, just imagine two seconds..” started Danny, staring at the wall in front of him as he had felt other’s eyes turning on him. “Do you think we could live together later? Living together like..” Danny cut himself suddenly, impossible to end his sentence without running out of control. Clay looked at him without understanding despite Danny’s cheeks becoming red a lot. “Like roommates? Of course! You’re really cool to spend my time with!” answered Clay in an enthusiasm almost wise.
Danny wasn’t satisfied by the answer and yet he had thought the worst like a refusal. “No, it’s not what I’m trying to say Clay.” said Danny as he finally looked at the other and took his hands in his own to get Clay’s whole attention on him. “I don’t understand Danny.. What do you have in your little head of cinephile..?” wondered Clay with a little smile, having all his attention on the younger one. Danny started to stutter, something that never happened before. He calmed himself before talking again. “You never thought that..” he stopped to breathe a little before starting back. “..that we could go out? Like being a couple.. Do you understand?” He looked at Clay. He didn’t know if the shisha already made him high a few or if it was natural from Clay but he didn’t seem to understand what Danny implied. Danny sighed a little of annoyance before attracting Clay toward him to give him a kiss on one of his cheeks.
Clay started to blush. “Wait.. You love me! You have something for me! Why didn’t you tell me before, I would have said yes..” said Clay, suddenly lucid. Danny slightly blinked, kissing Clay following his declaration.Clay got surprised but didn’t step back from a centrimeter, kissing him back. “Actually, I’m not surprised that you didn’t have a partner yet..” said Danny without any malice, making Clay laugh a little. “And I understand better now why you rejected every guy who tried to flirt with you.” answered Clay. Danny smiled and kissed him again, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck.
Joe and Max, I don't care what dynamic they have I just want them to meet. :3
Ꮺ Pairing ; Max Borman and Joe Ferrera
Ꮺ Summary ; Joe is on a tracking mission in an abandoned prison :)
Ꮺ Word counts ; 532 worda
Ꮺ Tag(s)/warning(s) ; injury, no ship fic
Joe was on a tracking mission for Angelo in a supposed abandoned prison. Everything that Joe knew was from Angelo’s information. It was probably a frequented place to share drugs or weapons. It was supposed to have no one based on Angelo. But when he realized that Angelo was wrong, he felt something behind his head. He heard a little noise and immediately understood it was a gun. “Drop your gun on the floor.” coldly said the man, knowing that no one would come with empty hands here.
Joe hesitated but he got his gun out and dropped it on the floor. The man gave him a blow, forcing him to kneel down on his knees. He turned around Joe like a predator, keeping his weapon above his head. He made a little noise, looking at the man’s eyes. “Where do you come from, kid?” asked the man to Joe, not really reassured by the intruder. “Who sent you? And don’t you dare to lie to me.” added he, without actually waiting for an answer from the other guy on the floor. Joe raised his eyes on him then on the gun.
“It doesn’t look real.” commented Joe about the small device against his head. The man groaned, like hurt or annoyed to not be taken seriously, and shot in Joe’s left leg. The one fell on the side in a scream before being caught by the hairs. He painfully moaned when he felt the gun back against his temple. “And the pain, is it? I recommend you to talk if you don't want your brain to be my next target.” sighed the man without any hesitation. Joe held back the tear that pain was giving him. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t do it to Angelo. He stared at the man with anger and pain without doing anything.
“Alright.. I hope it will amazingly blow out against the wall!” said the man, ready to shoot before Joe spoke. “Wait! I will tell you! You won..” The man madly laughed, taking his gun away but violently grabbing Joe’s face by his cheeks instead. “You see when you want. I quite like mysteries but you make me lose patience. Now speak before I regret that I didn’t give you a bullet directly.” said he as he gave a few little slaps in one of his cheeks, with a big smile while he stepped back. Joe grumbled a bit, straightening himself on his knees despite the pain, and he sighed slightly to get a grip on himself.
“Well.. Call me Joe and I'm alone. Listen, I only did some tracking for my business.” methodically lied Joe, bending reality and lies. The man laughed a bit, clearly mocking Joe. “You want my prison for your little business? What’s that? Drugs? Weapon? That’s risky from you little guy. I can’t tell if you are brave or suicidal.” added the man before to grab Joe by the collar of his jacket. “You’re gonna be fucking entertaining because you should still have so many mysteries for me. Right, big boy?” laughed the man while he took Joe with him. Joe followed him unwillingly, limping from the left leg.
Joe thought about it for a moment but he certainly wanted something new on him. Someone told him about a tattoo shop not too far from here. He never really imagined himself with a piercing but he wanted to see himself with one. He thought about it all day, waiting for the end of his work as a dishwasher and checking that Angelo didn’t need his help. When the time came, he grabbed his leather jacket and went to get his salary. Dutch handed it softly his little wages, looking at the smile on his nephew’s face. “Do you have something in mind Joe? Do not play dumb with the money you won.” said Dutch, almost worried. Joe didn’t answer, not waiting to take the road toward the tattoo shop.
It took 20 minutes to get to the address. He parked in front of the shop, the only light in the night. Joe got out of his car and ended up leading to the door. He entered, getting dazzled by the red leds and welcomed by the background music. He got closer to the counter, seeing no one. “Helllo?” asked Joe before jumping back at the voice behind him. “A client at this time. Is it because of you that I deal with the closing time? Ferrera, right?” asked the man who just left another room. “Yes, It’s right.. But you can call me Joe, it would be easier.” answered Joe while the other man led himself behind the counter to take his notebook. “Ears piercing? First time I guess?” asked the man.
Joe looked at him up and down. The man had brown hair which was falling on his face with sublime blue eyes. He quickly noticed all the piercings on the face of the man while he invited him to sit down. Joe did it, without a word. He stayed silent during the process, shivering when he felt the pretty man’s fingers on him, on his ears. Joe hesitated a few moments, not wanting to show his attraction to the other before asking. “So..Do you have a name? That I could recommend you to others.” Joe moaned a little when the bot pierced his ear. He slightly smiled before answering. “Good boy. And I thought you would never ask. My name is Erik Campbell.” mocked Erik, looking at Joe sitting uup
The hitman looked at Erik back, feeling his cheeks warming up. “You should be accustomed to doing piercings. They quite fit on your face..” added softly Joe. Erik chuckled a little. “Because you think I only have piercings on my face? I could show you. I mean, I don’t have any clients after you and I admit but you’re really cute with your reactions.” said Erik with lust that warmed Joe up. He nodded his head and Erik didn’t lose a minute, taking Joe’s hand and leading him behind the counter. He sat down in the chair in front of the cash register, opening his legs as an invitation. “Wait, you pierced your dick?! It should have been hurtful!” said Joe, catching him off-guard. The man’s reflection made Erik laugh. “We get used to it, don’t worry. Plus, I get more pleasure than pain now.” said Erik, like he tried to reassure the other. “Can I..?” asked Joe, and when Erik nodded his head, he put his hands down on the tattooist’s thighs and bent down between his legs.
Joe blushed, feeling Erik’s stare on him as he was opening his pants. Erik sighed a little, lifting his head back while he felt the air touching his length. Joe watched before touching the metallic top of Erik’s cock, making him moan. “It looks like your piercing makes you sensitive.” said Joe, smiling and wrapping his cock’s top with his hand. “Mm.. Joe do not tease me..” said Erik between two little noises. Joe softly obeyed, caressing Erik’s length top with his fingers. He continued a good minute, listening to every noise leaving Erik’s mouth. He smiled before thinking and leaning to take him in his mouth. Joe shivered at the metallic feeling of the piercing on his tongue while Erik moaned in surprise.
He lifted his head back again at the time Joe started his thrusts. “Ahh.. Fuck I did right to accept a last client finally.. Mm..” moaned Erik as he put his hand down on the other man’s head and grabbed his hair without any real strength. Joe, he continued his thrusts with pleasure. He never saw himself with a man before and he actually liked it, in fact he preferred that over women he tried with. Everything he wanted was to please Erik and it was exactly what he was doing. He felt Erik’s body shivering under his movements. He was close and Joe knew it without guessing. Erik moaned again. “It comes..!” and he came into Joe's mouth who swallowed without being asked for. “Fuck, you’re something.. I would need your phone number.” said Erik with a smirk. “For a first time, I think I did pretty good.” add Joe with a little laugh, writing his phone number on a little paper. “It was your first time!? I mean, I can't believe it is!” said Erik, shocked, kissing him just after. “You had better answer my messages, pretty boy!” and let Joe go away.
No seriously, I'm back. I will start to write again (I already have one to finish) but I'm trying to motivate myself. Feel free to request anything. I will eventually make an introduction for my three accounts and maybe a masterlist. You will be able to know which characters I do, I could try and what I won't do. Thanks for your support, it really means a lot. Bye bye!! <3
Thinking like the reader is just super in love with tryst they don't even register it as stalking? Can be any gender
Ꮺ Pairing ; Tryst x male!reader
Ꮺ Summary ; Tryst just finished a long day of work and meet a particular friend of his
Ꮺ Words Count ; 519
Ꮺ Tag(s) / Warning ; M/M; Fluff; comfort; male reader
Tryst was walking on the home road after a long day to do a job he hated. He knew he would get fired anyway. He couldn’t keep his work. While he was traversing the street where he lived, he recognized a silhouette close to his house and stopped. The person approached as he noticed Tryst. “I thought you’d finish later! Did something happen?” asked the young man. Tryst seemed troubled a little. It became more and more habitual to see this guy around. Tryst knew him, he was an old friend of his, but lately he got pretty worried to see him that much.
Yet, Tryst had nothing against him. Contrary, he found him adorable, often taking care of him when he relapsed. He was the closest person to Tryst. So close that he almost knew everything about Tryst. The only thing that was missing him was to know if Tryst loved him back. Obviously, Tryst ended by inviting inside like always. It was a moment he moved away from his mother. He wasn’t unhappy. He just needed to get used to it.
He opened the door on an almost empty corridor. There were only a few unopened boxes and clothes that his guest grabbed each time he came, becoming a routine. And like every time, Tryst told him “You don’t have to.” The worst is that he knew exactly where to tidy them. Tryst didn’t know if he liked it or not, but he wasn’t indifferent at all the attention. Then, like a daily task, Tryst sat down in the crouch as the other boy got two redbull cans to drink and speak like a prize from Tryst’s long day. They started on a random conversation, but this time it drifted on Tryst. “I should get you a coffee next time. Well creamy, like you love them! It would change from the redbull, you kn-” proposed he before to be cut off by Tryst.
“That’s it, please. What do you have with me? You know everything about me without me telling you! I’m kinda scared.. without being mean of course.” confessed Tryst, dropping his can down on the coffee table. He looked at him, taking every word Tryst said into consideration. “I’m observing you.. I mean, I often see you at the corner of the coffee shop where you work. You are really good-looking to watch. Pretty cute, funny and really caring with others!” said he with no shame, not realizing the gravity of his act. “You’re watching me? Wait, are you stalking me?!” exclaimed Tryst.
“What? No! As I said,you’re really a good guy! I didn’t dare to tell you but I love you Trystan..” declared he with a love glare to Tryst who started to blush. “I think you don’t realize that it’s unhealthy. But you know what, I'm not upset at you. It’s actually kinda cute coming from you. However, we will set limits and I will help you!” softly said Tryst before to give a kiss on the other’s cheek who slightly smiled. Tryst took him against him, holding him in a cocoon.
Alex didn’t move from Max’s place. Even if he wanted, he wouldn’t have anything to do outside for the moment. He did not have videos planned. So he was occupying himself all day. Between checking his last comments and doing the 100 footsteps in the house, he didn’t have too much to spend his time on. He won’t admit it loudly but when Max wasn’t here, he felt like something was missing. He waited and waited.
Hours took time to pass. But when he heard the door opening, followed by heavy footsteps, he knew Max was home. It got confirmed when Max started to call him. “Bunny, are you there?” Alex stood up from the bed and led toward the living room. “How many times will I have to ask you to not call me that?” asked Alex, almost annoyed.
Max still smiled as he got closer to him and put his hands on Alex’s waists. “Oh but I love this little nickname for you. And your reaction is charming.” replied Max before to kiss his boyfriend. Alex grumbled but said nothing when Max took him to the room. Alex looked at him who was laying in the bed. “Are you coming or do you plan to stay standing here and watch me?” asked Max with a smirk on his face.
Alex muttered under his breath, laying against Max and placed his head against the vampire’s stomach. “You really love to set your head down here bunny~” mocked Max. “Shut up, because I still can leave.” retorted Alex, looking up at the other. “No, you don’t move.” replied Max. Alex slightly smiled, mocking Max before putting his head back down against his stomach. “Believe me or not but you’re comfortable. A big teddy bear under your jerk behavior.” added Alex.
“Shut up, Alex.” said Max, making the filmmaker laugh a bit. “We both know that you love listening to me speaking!” said he, smiling. Max mumbled while he stroked Alex’s head. “Perhaps. A little if you want.” answered Max back while Alex purred. And they stayed in this position for hours, resting together.
I think you know who I am 😔 BUT HI, I wanted to ask if you could write a fanfiction Vern x female reader (actually, if you don't want to make it female, dw. You know I'm fine with any pronoun) Perhaps the reader is feeling too stressed or overwhelmed and needs support? And Vern gives it to her ;P Anddd well idk If you want to follow the plot of the movie, that's fine for me!
Ꮺ Pairing ; Vern x fem!reader
Ꮺ Summary ; Vern is back from a hunt but can't find his wife like usually.
Ꮺ Words Count ; 504 words
Ꮺ Tag(s) / Warning ; M/F ; Comfort ; Hugs ; Fluff
Vern just came back home when his footsteps traversed between the wooden walls of his cabin. “Dear?” asked Vern, grabbing his weapon and dropping it off against a chest of drawers in the corridor. He didn’t get any answer as he arrived in the living room. He looked around to see his wife, only finding an empty crouch. When he was about to head into the kitchen, he heard a few sounds, almost inaudible, toward his room in the distance.
He quickly recognized the noise as cries. But not any cries, his wife’s one. “Honey?!” said Vern, running in the depths of the corridor. He entered and saw his wife under the blanket. Only by her muffled noise, he could know she was crying. He came closer to the figure in the bed, sitting to the edge. “Hun, what’s going on.. You know, you can tell me anything..” said he with a soft voice, without daring to directly take her in his arms to not rush her.
She made a little sound, turning at her husband. She was asking to hug her with her eyes, and that was exactly what Vern did. She held him, shakily squeezing his arms. “I can’t do it anymore Vern.. It’s so hard to stay strong..” said she, with a little voice. Vern listened softly, coming to kiss his wife’s forehead. “I know, but I think you’re strong enough everyday. Listen, you can’t always feel fine and it’s okay. Please, let me take care of you.” said Vern while his wife wiped her eyes and nodded her head.
He gently stood up, taking his wife’s hand in his own just as they left in the living room. She was still wrapped in their blanket, shaking like a leaf. He set her in the crouch, kissing her hands lovingly. “Stay here, I will make you a hot chocolate like you love them.” said Vern, leaving toward the kitchen at the same time. He prepared a hot chocolate into her favorite temperature, verifying that it was frothy and adding marshmallow at the end. He personally took a beer from the fridge to himself before leading toward the living, holding both drinks.
He arrived and put them down on the small table before sitting down next to her. She lost no time to put herself against him and he let her do, wrapping his arms around her. He put his head on her shoulder as she took her mug with a slight smile. She seemed calmer since Vern was there with his small kindness. Vern kept her against him.
“I’m sorry to be that way.. I don’t like it when you see me in this state..” said she, shivering as she felt Vern’s hand rubbing her back so kindly. “I told you hun, it’s okay. I will always be there to love and help you.” replied Vern with all honesty. She cried a little more, feeling honored by Vern’s kindness. “I’m so lucky to have you..” “So I am my pretty wife.”
Ꮺ Summary ; John just got in an argument with Emori and he is on his way for Arkadia.
Ꮺ Words Count ; 175 words
Ꮺ Tag(s) / Warning ; ANGST. ; ⚠️S/A mentions⚠️ ; vent. (I'm sorry if it's short or anything, but I see myself in that fic. I see myself as Murphy. I just needed to write about it. No need to read. I'm not romancing anything.‼️⚠️)
John walked in the forest towards Arkadia. He was lost in his thoughts as he just argued with Emori. He stopped close to a tree, leaning against it and sighing as his thoughts got worse and worse. He couldn't stop thinking about the semi argument but mostly about its cause. Ontari. John couldn't forget her.
And actually, he wasn't mad at Emori for reacting like that. He was also mad at himself. He had to defend himself, to fight against her. It was what he thought, but he just couldn't act. He hated all his memories, the sensation of phantom on his body, the inferior's feeling. He hated everything, he hated her. She was the one who made him feel dirty and scared to lose the only person he really loved.
He would do anything to prove to Emori that he was there for her, even though he had nothing to prove to anyone. John was a survivor, even more than most people in Arkadia. He was human, he grew up. A little too fast.
Hello everyone. Due to many exam from my highschool this week, I won't probably post a lot of fanfic. But when I could post I will guys, love you all and thanks for the requests <3! (I don't who made every gifs I use, I'm sorry if I don't mention you :()
Ꮺ Summary ; Long time that Reader didn't go to Clay's place :p
Ꮺ Word Count ; 392 words
Ꮺ Tag(s) / Warning ; M/M, drugs mention, fluff
It was a moment he didn't see Clay, even less sober. He was sitting in the living room, with a withdrawn gaze or just he was just tired. He could never tell with him. Clay ended to sigh, lifting his head against the crouch’s back. “Dude, I don't have anything to smoke now.” said he with a frustrated voice. The other looked at Clay with curiosity.
He never tried despite that Clay proposed it several times. He didn't know what it felt to be high or to have withdrawal symptoms. He didn't understand Clay for that but he was still interested, or maybe he was simply attracted to Clay. “When was the last time that you smoked?” asked he, as Clay straightened toward him. He took a few moments, like he was thinking, and ended up answering. “I don't remember. 4 days? 2?... Yesterday?” hesitated Clay. “I miss it.. I need something good to relax me!” directly added Clay.
He noticed the other's glare on him and suddenly felt his heart beating faster. Clay had tried for a long time to lie to himself, avoiding his attraction toward the man close to him in the crouch. He didn't stop it and suddenly he got scared to be seen as an idiot in front of him, even though it was others’ thought and also his at this point. There was a silence while he was thinking, not giving his attention to the other man.
But he came out from his thoughts as he heard him ask. “And you have nothing to help against this urge?” “You can possibly kiss me..” said Clay without thinking. He blushed when he realized what he said as he noticed the blushing in the other's face. “Clay..” said he before being cut in. “It's not what I meant, I wasn't thinking.. I was.."stressed Clay before he felt lips on his own. He quickly answered back when he understood, surrounding his arms around the boy's hips as he sat on Clay's laps. They separated their lips, keeping their forehead against each other. “I think I love you..” said Clay, panting and disoriented. The other man smiled and took Clay's hand in his own. “Me too Clay, more than anything..” said he, making Clay smile. “I found my good thing then..” said Clay, nestled in his neck to rest.
Ꮺ Summary ; Seth was deemed too troubled by his past and was sent to a psychiatric hospital to receive help in overcoming his trauma.
Ꮺ Word Count ; 1231 words
Ꮺ Tag(s) / warning ; M/M, Fluff, Angst, past abuse.
It was months ago now since Seth’s judgement happened. He ended up being sent to a psychiatric hospital, judged too troubled from his past. At his arrival, he already worried the doctors that they gave the responsibilities to a young intern they didn't like. If he messed it up, they could fire him, that was their goal. Him, he didn't care who they thought about him. He was learning to help people, and that was exactly what he was about to do. He knocked at the door before stepping into Seth's room. He didn't look at him, reading the file they gave him. “Seth Durand, right?” asked the intern, before looking at the young boy.
He was laying on the bed, his tired glare stared at the ceiling. They had bandaged his arms but it seemed that he fought back. He turned his glance toward the new doctor. “Another one? They still don't get it that I didn't want help?” said the young one, groaning a few. He was pretty lucky to avoid prison. He was mad at Scarlett. He was mad at his mother. He was mad to anyone but himself. It took Seth by surprise, but it didn't calm him. “What now? You will ask me questions like others? Fuck I have nothing to tell you!” yelled a little Seth. “No, I already have your answers in your file. I am here to help you Seth. I don't want to make you live back your traumatism. And-” He got interrupted by the other. “You don't know anything about me. Don't tell me about shit you call traumatisms with me.” said Seth.
The young man nodded his head. “If it's what you want. Look, we would take our time. You don't have to appreciate me. But we're both in a complicated situation.” said the intern, pulling down the file on the table. “What are you talking about again?” asked Seth, a little confused. “You could go to prison if we don't get you help. It's what the other old doctors want. To get rid of you.” “Others? Because you want to make me believe that's not what you want to?” asked Seth, almost rhetorical. The young man sighed before answering. “No. I told you, I'm here to help you. Besides, I'm also in that situation. They hope to fire me if I mess up with you. I'm sure I can help you. You're not that scary as they say, despite that you kidnapped a kid.” and that made Seth laugh a few. “Come on, I didn't torture him like his mom did without fucking regrets.” added Seth as it was a joke or a random fact. The youngest looked at the other, a little shocked.
“Right, I grasp more of your personality there. I'll come back, Seth.” said he, making Seth look up to him. “Take all your time.” said Seth while the other left the room. After a few months of visits, to take care of him, Seth was finally starting to appreciate his presence. It was the first time that Seth got along with someone else without weird or obsessional reason. He was shocked that he cared about this intern.
He rarely left his room to go to the “entertainment” room for patients, it was even boring for Seth, but when he went out his room, we could be sure that was to see the one who made his heart beat faster without admitting it. He was walking in the corridors. No more bandages on his arms, no more his terrifying eyeliners. They removed everything from him. But he still had his tired glare. Despite that his new meeting was helping a lot, he was still making nightmares about his brother.
He stopped when he heard other doctors talking. He listened and immediately understood who they were talking about, the only one who was taking care of him. “I can't believe this kid could calm a degenerate like him.” “I would have preferred if he messed up, I wouldn't see his face again.” “In all fairness, we should have left a scissor in his room. He would have attacked him.” and they were mocking. The hot-blood flew in his veins, getting angrier at each mockery they made. He didn't think so when he got in and jumped on one of them to attack him with vengeance. He managed to hit him a few times before they took him aside.
He was fighting back, still under anger, before freezing when he heard one of them. “He didn't change that much finally. We won't play with your games anymore. It's time to send you somewhere you were supposed to be in the first place, the prison.” and they took him to another room to lock him in. He groaned, still fighting back. He was about to be locked somewhere again.
It was a few minutes later that he heard screams from outside the room he was sequestered in. “Let me see him..! I need to understand! .. No! I can't leave him behind !” yelled a voice that Seth recognized immediately. Then the door opened, the young man entered and Seth took him in his arms with great strength. It was the first time that he was that scared to be seen as dangerous. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt the other's arms surrounding him.
“They talked shit about you, I didn't know how to react. You're the only one who has actually tried to help me these last months. Fuck that, I already hate to say that.” said Seth, hiding his face against the other's shoulder by embarrassment. The young doctor put his hand on Seth's head, fondling him to relax him a little. “It'll be alright. I would do anything to avoid you going to prison. You're close to being free if you don't cause any other accident to protect me Seth.” replied the boy, looking at Seth who nodded his head. “Please do not feel guilty. Wanting to protect someone shows that you can think for yourself now. You don't have to follow your brother's footsteps.” said he, taking Seth by surprise.
“I never told you about Brian..” added Seth with a little trouble in his voice. “I got information from an inspector. But I didn't search further. I just asked about the case of the little kid you kidnapped.” said he as he looked at the tired man. Seth wasn't the kind to open up but this time he didn't with the young doctor. “I wanted to be like him. My mother asked me to. All I wanted is to make her happy..” confessed Seth, without moving back. He listened, giving Seth all the time he needed before to finally say. “You don't have to listen to your mother now or to look like the guy who hurt you when you were a little kid. Honestly, I really love the Seth Durand in front of me.” Seth burst into tears that he held for years, hiding back against him. “Don't expect me to be all soft after that..!” complained Seth. The other chuckled softly, taking him by his cheek. “I count on that.” replied he before to press his lips on Seth's lips softly. Seth hesitated at first but ended to kiss him back, before hiding back against his neck by tiredness and security.
She was on the road toward the motel where she often met Vern. Her dad disagreed with their union, not wanting his daughter to be married to a hunter. It was a lost case, a poor destiny to him. But she didn’t care, she loved Vern more than anything and she knew that was reciprocal.
She ended up arriving, immediately heading toward their usual room. Vern was already there, he had just arrived. He still had his jacket on and he had hairs tousled on his fair, something that she totally loved. She got closer and Vern didn’t hesitate to put his hands on her cheeks. “I missed you so much hun.” said Vern to press his lips on his lover’s lips. She smiled, getting his hairs away from his face as she admired his face with love. “Me too, more than anything..” said she as he took her in his arms and kissed her cheek, that amused her. “I wanted you so much. Look at you, pretty as always.” complimented Vern. She blushed at Vern’s words, feeling his hands on her waists.
“Oh Vern, I waited for days to see you again.” added she, kissing Vern once more before softly pushing him on the edge of the bed. Vern was surprised at first but he smirked as he opened his legs to her. “It would be even better than my dreams.” whispered Vern while she knelt between his thighs. She didn’t lose time to open his pants and removed it with his boxer, freeing his cock out, as Vern looked at her, biting his lips. “You’re so perfect. Look at you hun, my prettiest marvel.” added Vern again before groaning at the sensation of his partner’s hand around his length. He smirked, feeling harder on by her.
He gasped, lifting his head back when he felt a kiss on the top of his cock. “Do not tease me hun” asked Vern. She chuckled a few before apologizing and taking him in her mouth with a smile. “Fuck, you will be the Death of me.” said Vern, avoiding to moan as she started her thrust. She moved, looking at Vern in the eye, as he put one of his hands on her head, speeding her movements up. He moaned when his hips followed her thrusts, getting deeper in her throat. She moaned and choked around his dick, closing her eyes as she got tears in her eyes because of pleasure and the overwhelm she was feeling.
“Fuck, it’s so good. I’m coming~! Swallow every drop, hun~ mm!” almost ordered Vern as he came undone, filling her throat with his hot seed. He panted, looking at her as she was swallowing his semen before his cock popped out. Vern softly took her against him, taking her hair away from her face before pressing a kiss on her forehead. She nodded her head, resting against him. “I enjoyed it.” replied she. Then they kissed one more time, saying love words to each other despite the moment they just had a few minutes ago.
I am here pookie. You can't hide from me either MWEHEHEHEHEHE >:)
anyways
Omegaverse stuff? We fw that? Omega tryst in heat needing to be stuffed with a male readers knot so badly that he can't hardly think about anything else. Phermones going craaazy wild and he's all whiny and hot and bothered :)
No pressure tho ^^
Ꮺ Pairing ; Omega!Tryst x Male!Reader
Ꮺ Summary ; Tryst and Reader are roommate for a moment now, and it's the day that Tryst is in heat.
He was heading toward his roommate’s bedroom. Tryst had sent a message to him a few minutes ago and he knew exactly what was waiting for him. It wasn’t the first time that Tryst asked this kind of help, and it won’t disturb him. He was the luckiest man to have fallen on an omega as pretty as Tryst. The two young men knew each other for a moment and everything was alright between them. He promised to take care of him when Tryst needed it. And it was exactly what he was about to do.
He didn’t bother to knock, opening the door in front of the boy laying with his back arching against the mattress. Everything that he could hear when he entered was the uncomfortable moans and the soft movement of Tryst’s body on the bed. “Damn you took all your time..” said Tryst directly when he heard the door closing. He smiled with a little sigh while he approached until going straight above Tryst. “I promise you I did as quickly as possible. I left when I got your message.” answered the young man, feeling Tryst’s shaking.
“Please..mm.. I need you..” begged Tryst before the other pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “Alright, I will take care of you now. I’m offering you everything you want.” said he, grabbing Tryst’s hips with his hands and rubbing with his thumbs though the fabrics. Tryst moaned from the touching which made the other one smile. He started to gently take Tryst’s clothes off, making him wiggle Tryst for more sensations. “Don’t be an impatient Tryst, it’s coming.” said he, making the other whine a little. He caressed him softly, traveling his body up and down until arriving at his cock. He smiled when he felt all the effects he was doing to the other boy.
He kissed him, making him moan again. “Please, I need you.. I need you inside me, please..” didn’t stop to beg Tryst. He nodded his head to Tryst which made him even more excited. He took his own clothes off and positioned himself between Tryst’s thighs. The boy in heat trembled when he felt the other’s length against him before moaning when he entered inside him. “Fuck ahh..~!” mumbled Tryst as he bit his lips to muffle his noises. He took a few moments to accustom Tryst to his cock and then started to move. Tryst immediately felt pleasure, moaning more and more at every thrust. He kissed him again while he already accelerated his movements. Tryst was feeling more and more overwhelmed from pleasure, only wanting his cum in him.
They were both so close, mostly when Tryst felt his roommate’s hand around his own cock, stroking him off. “Ah, I beg you to come inside~!” moaned Tryst, pleading over and over. “Are you sure, Tryst~?” asked the boy, seeing Tryst nodding his head as he screamed “yes please~!” He accelerated his hand as they came undone together, Tryst in his roommate’s hands and him in Tryst’s inside. The omega moaned, panting as he tried to take back his breath. He smiled while he pulled his dick out before laying next to Tryst. This one didn’t wait a moment before lodging himself against his roommate, still shaking from the overwhelming of earlier. “Rest well now Tryst” said he while Tryst fell asleep with a little smile.
Alex was walking, camera in his hands, in this prison that he thought abandoned. He was alone with his camera, he didn’t really try to meet new people after what happened at the hospital. He always got the images, from his shot or from his memory. He walked between the debris, without knowing where he was setting his foot. Obviously, he had done some research from this place but he only found testimonies, which seemed fake to Alex, about a kind of vampire who was the warden of this prison. He didn’t believe it, yet here he was, walking and looking for him.
As Alex progressed, he noticed a song in the distance. He approached toward the warden’s office, keeping his camera against him. He ended up opening the doors without fear. After he stepped in, he stared at the present man. He was brown-haired with greyish eyes. He also had a beard and wore too fancy clothes for a warden. The man cut off his music as he looked at Alex with a whiskey glass in his hand. He approached carefully, which made Alex step back as he was scared that he touched his camera.
“I wasn’t expecting to see a kid like you here. Are you having fun, little videographer?” said the man, regarding up and down with a certain interest. “Are you the vampire guy they talked about this place? It’s so cliché” answered Alex, almost disappointed. The man started to laugh, making Alex confused. He put his drink down before getting closer again to the youngest one. “Is this how people describe me? Not surprising that no one came in here, but I'm lucky that a pretty boy overcame his fears to come here.” added he, extending his hand to Alex’s cheek.
When he saw his hand, Alex stepped back while he was starting to blush at the compliment. “Pretty boy? I’m sorry but I'm not interested in old men.” immediately answered Alex. The oldest approached gently and then set his hand down on Alex’s camera to lower it. “Come on, I’m not that old. Moreover, if it turns you on, you can film it for wherever you want to post it. Or keep it to yourself, I don't care.” said the vampire with a persuasive smile. Alex hesitated, sighing before accepting. “I guess that could make me win some visibility or money.”
The man pushed away toward his chair, sitting back down with a smirk. “By the way, my name is Max.” “Max..” repeated Alex while Max was staring at him and tapped on his laps. “Come on, don't be shy, doll.” claimed Max, looking at him face to face. This one sighed again and ended up sitting down on him as he dropped his camera off the desk with a good frame. He didn’t have time to get himself comfortable so he gasped when he felt Max’s hand grabbing his waists. They looked at each other when Max claimed his lips in a hungry kiss. Alex ended up answering, moaning when he felt his hands going lower to his crotch to open his jeans. Alex shivered as Max nestled in the other’s neck, giving many kisses.
“Look how you’re shaking. I thought you weren’t into old men~?” mocked Max, hearing Alex grumbling and quivering at the same time. “Shut up, I still can leave you jerk!” defended Alex who wanted to hold his head high against Max. That made the other one laugh. “But you won’t do it, right doll~? We both know it.” Alex wanted to respond but he moaned instead. Max had started to caress him with a smile. “Really a pretty boy for me~” playfully said Max. Alex didn’t make the effort to answer, only shivering. He would love to deny but it wasn’t the case.
Max took his shaking as the effect of him on the boy. He lifted him softly, taking off both pants and giving places. He positioned Alex sitting on him and penetrated him without waiting, which made Alex groan of pain and pleasure. Max smiled, kissing the cameraman’s neck as he waited for Alex to get used to his length. After a few moments, Max started to make bounce Alex on his cock, making him moan. Alex grabbed Max’s waists to maintain himself straight. “Fuck~ Mmh You’re not that bad for an old man!” said Alex between two moans while Max’s thrust accelerated. “I swear, you won’t be able to walk straight after that brat~!” added Max before biting Alex’s neck and shoulder, marking him as his prey.
“Fuck i will come~!” almost yelled Alex when he felt Max on the edge too. They came undone together, Alex shaking and panting against Max’s chest. Max smiled, taking off a strand of Alex’s hair from his face. “You can stay here to rest against me if you want. It’s not that would disturb me.” offered Max whereas he removed himself from him and kept Alex against him. The young cameraman didn’t answer but he huddled against Max, closing his eyes. Max laughed softly, petting the other boy’s head like he was his no, taking care of him. “Rest well.” finally said Max before turning off the camera.
Ꮺ Summary ; After a long hunt day, Vern came home to see his partner exhausted.
Ꮺ Word count ; 216
Ꮺ Information ; It's my first one, and english isn't my first language so I'm so sorry for the lack of content and for my grammar.
It was the beginning of the evening when Vern came back to the cabin that was bequeathed by his father. At his arrival, he saw his exhausted partner on the couch. She was busy all the hunting season at this time, so she stayed at home alone.
Despite the fact that she missed Vern, she was pleased to have time for herself. She slightly raised her eyes on Vern who was taking off his coat and shotguns. He immediately noticed his partner's tiredness and smiled softly.
“Look like you hunt instead of me.” exclaimed Vern while he came closer and took her in his arms. She only answered by a little noise when she felt the hunter moving toward the bedroom. She snuggled up in his neck which made the man giggled. “I can see how tired you are, you even look frozen, sweetheart.” added Vern, finally arriving in bed.
He laid down with her, and without hesitation, she rested her head against Vern's stomach. “I missed you Vern..” said the pretty with a soft voice, feeling his hand in her head. “Me too sweetheart” replied the hunter, smiling. That was enough for her to fall asleep against her partner. And Vern stayed awake for a moment, looking after her and enjoying the feeling of being with her.
