#nb!darlin

[pearl-kite]

Isn't it fun how Sam and Darlin' are allowed some fun time and then suddenly shit hits the fan? So fun 🙃 I had started these before the shit hit the fan, though, and finishing them up was a reprieve from all that angst

[thatlesbeanjew]

So I commissioned @pearl-kite and she has beautifully captured everything I was trying to convey in my little Sam/Darlin’ drabble It’s A Loud And Dark World.

I’m just so over the moon with how this turned out!! She brought to life the emotions I had attempted to describe in my writing exactly how I’d envisioned.

Kirehn, I’ve been pacing around the house freaking out over this for the last 10 minutes again.

Yall, please go check out her art and commissions, it’s incredible and she’s so ridiculously talented!!!

Thank you so much again, Kirehn 💛💛💛

[kelseadelle]

I need to fix MANY things but also needed to get down my design for Sam so here ya’ll go.

Yes, Eleanor is taller than Sam. (:

Also!!! Thank you guys for the shares and likes, it means a lot! <3

[slushrottweiler]

Art Vs the Artist 2022 - featuring almost a year of being a Redacted ASMR fangirl.

[zozo-01]

HAPPY SUPER WILD CARD WEEKEND EVERYONE!!!!

[insert cricket noises]

No one knows what I'm talking about? Alright good. Anywhoooo, me and @sri-rachaa have very strong opinions on which teams the Redacted Boys are a fan of, and in honour the NFL playoffs, why not see how our insufferable cowboy is doing.

CW: Mentions of Brighteyes, Darlin' and Lovely OCs (Bright uses they/them pronouns, the other two use she/her pronouns), yes Zohniyya and Rennie make a comeback cuz I said so, Give Monroe a warm welcome, Zo is a Bills fan, Vincent is a San Diego Chargers fan (fight me on that) and Sam is appropriately a Cowboys fan (tis his only flaw)

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"You think bein' raised 'round Cowboys fans would make me ready to date one."

"Zo, I don't think there is any preparing to date those heathens."

The vampire and werewolf sat on the coach, watching the southern man boast about how his team will go to the SuperBowl, something that both have heard over the years. Never happens though.

Vincent stood up, if he had to hear any more boasting, he'll go back in time and let a shade rip him to bits.

"WE GET IT!" He bellowed, letting out years of frustration from years of playoff futility. "THE COWBOYS ARE IN THE GODDAMN PLAYOFF AND THEY'RE GONNA LOSE IN THE DIVISIONAL ROUND!"

Sam smirked and cackled. "Oh excuuuuuse me, I ain't takin' shit from a team that hasn't made the playoffs for the last 5 goddamn years!"

"IT HAS NOT BEEN FIVE YEARS!"

"THE LAST TIME THEY MADE THE PLAYOFFS, THEY WERE STILL THE SAN DIEGO CHARGERS."

The vampire prince let out a horrified gasp. "THEY STILL ARE, YOU BASTARD."

Zohniyya was amused by the grown men fighting. 'Bitch please, we all know the Bills gonna win this year... I hope.'

Rennie, Monroe and Fred walked into the room, confused over the numerous animals Sam and Vincent were fighting over. Monroe spoke up first. "What are these bozos fighting over now?"

Zohniyya sighed and walked up to them. "Football playoff shit, just ignore 'em."

They let out a puzzled look. "I don't know how you can keep these teams straight." Monroe turned to Rennie. "And like, how did you deal with this growing up? Do you even know what's going on?"

Rennie shrugged. "No not really, I just watched for the halftime shows. Although, I always thought the Eagles were cool."

Immediately, silence filled the room. Zohniyya had a look of pity on her face. "Oh Rennie, what have you done-" She was cut off by Sam and Vincent.

"THE EAGLES? RENNIE I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS!!!"

"WHAT HE SAID LOVELY, THIS IS BETRAYAL!!!"

While the men were berating Rehna on her poor choice of team, Zo looked at the young progenies. "Y'all take Vinny and I take Sammy?" They nodded, understanding the assignemnt and zipped to drag Vincent away.

She came in between the brother and sister. "OK! I thinkkk she gets it now, baby." She rubbed her hands soothingly over him, effectively calming him down.

"Darlin'. The Eagles. You cannot be defendin' those damn birds."

"I ain't defendin' shit. Besides. there're worst teams she can like, pyaari."

Rennie piped up. "Yea! I like other teams too! Like the Patriots-"

"FUCKING BOSTON???"

[i-spilled-the-milk]

Hi darlin, remember to take care of your self today🤍

>She/they >18+ only

Mommy/Dove

Whiny subby boys come here🔊🔊

Welcome to my femdom acc!

To see my sub acc click here

To see my main click here

#dove for my personal posts😘

PSA's

I DO NOT STAND FOR TRANSPHOBIA OR ANY BIGOTRY especially not in the name or your "fantasy"

-If you have "will not send cash" or "I do not pay" in your bio I will NOT be talking to you when you DM me- Keep in mind I don't charge for my attention, but boy do I consider it with guys who claim they don't pay. It's just a BLATANT lack of respect that I don't stand for.

-totally feel free to take anything I write and put a gender spin on it- a good fantasy is good no matter who is involved-I'm pansexual, so although I use mostly masculine pronouns, it's all the same in my head anyways- this is really just me calling all the lesbians and nb cuties🫢🩷

Definitely

Marking/claiming🥇

Loud moaning pillow princesses🩷

Puppys🦴🤭

Overstimulation/Dry/forced orgasms + milking

Pegging/Anal + Gaping

Praising/degrading (my pretty slut, my perfect whore, ect.)

Dress up (girls lingerie, stockings, ect,)

Body Worship (oh to love on pretty boys)

Ass eating/Rimming

Spanking/impact

Light feederism

Sex toys

Choking

Shibari

Urethra sounding

Dry humping/clothed orgasm

Somnophilia

Hard pass

MdLg/cargiving/Abdl

Permanent disfigurement/Scaring

Slave/mistress/master

Extreme orgasm denial/Chastity

Scat

___________________________

100% Switch

98% Voyeur

97% Experimentalist

93% Sadist

89% Rigger

79% Dominant

73% Degrader

72% Primal (Hunter)

71% Brat tamer

71% Exhibitionist

58% Non-monogamist

56% Daddy/Mommy

33% Owner

32% Vanilla

30% Master/Mistress

0% Ageplayer

[ram-bam-writes]

RHO (Rodin’ Him Out) Pt. 2 [Hangman x NB Reader]

A/N: No apologies. Some plot. Mostly horny thoughts :>

Word Count: 2233

CW: Smut (explicit), fingering, semi-public fucking, truck kink, piv (wrap before tap), slight degradation, no beta we die like goose, etc

“Hey Hangman!” 

You peek up from your kindle to see Bradley grinning up at your boyfriend, two rusted axes he’d taken from Mav a while back in his hands. Your boyfriend, without even hesitating, stands up and strips off his flannel, stomping confidently over to his opposing pilot. Wild smirk and all, he takes one of them and spins it far too dangerously in his hands.

Everyone had just gotten finished setting up the camping lot. Bob and Nat had set up a small patio-like area right outside of their trailer with large tables, since they’d focus on being the dining area for the trip. Meanwhile, Bradley and his partner used their trailer area for the outdoor games and campfire as the lounge area. Rueben and Mickey set up their tent a few yards away from you and Jake’s truck, which, in your opinion, was far too grand for a simple camping trip. To each their own. Javy brought a more modest tent, something simple to share with his partner and their pup.

You and Jake had settled for a simple truck bed tent. It was easy, and you liked the coziness of it. After all, you had two other trailers to hang out in during the day if you needed, so you both only needed the tent for sleep. It came with a zippered entrance and a zippered top. The top would unzip to a mesh window, something Jake had gushed about the moment he saw it. He loved sleeping under the stars, and so did you.

Now, you and the rest of the group sit underneath the patio of Nat and Bob’s trailer. The sun is still pretty high despite it being 20:00, but it seems Bradley wants to show off to his sweetheart, and there’s no doubt Jake wishes to do the same to you. Had Javy not just gotten back from medical leave due to a dislocated shoulder, he probably would have joined. 

If only Jake knew what it would lead to…

You’re practically drooling as Jake’s sweat runs down his toned body. His hair is disheveled as he runs his fingers through the dirty blond locks, a lazy grin on his flushed face. He swings the axe again, breaking apart the pre-chopped logs Javy had agreed to bring. 

“Likin’ the view, sweetheart?” Your boyfriend asks in that all too familiar teasing tone.

You could only whistle, throat too dry to produce an audible sound. The way his fingers curled around the axe, and — gods — the way he grit his teeth as he swung it once again… It made you squirm in your seat, eyes already glossing over as you licked your lips. 

For the next 30 minutes you were greeted with the hot sight of your boyfriend’s muscles straining and tensing as he and Bradley battled it out. Eventually there was no wood left, and the two agreed a reluctant tie for the competition of who could go longest. 

“Alright, alright… a tie.” Bradley offered his hand with a lazy grin, Jake shaking it with a more arrogant one.

“For now…”

Jake plopped back on the camping chair next to yours, his hand immediately coming down to clasp around your thigh. The action made you jump, eyes widening as a quiet gasp fell from your lips. Your boyfriend raised a brow at you. His brows twitch as he process your reaction, and in half a second, his lips brush against your ear.

“Don’t tell me you’re fucked-up already, darlin’…” His voice is practically a damn purr. 

You push him away, desperate to keep your sanity for the time being, especially when Bob’s eyes flick to Nat’s for help as she snickers quietly. Nat had always been the one to catch onto these sorts of things, and she could do it for Bradley and his partner, too.

——

“That wasn’t fair, y’know…” You pouted, climbing up into the tent that rests atop the muddy Ram truck. 

“Mmm… I never said I’d go easy on you. C’mon, darlin’, you can last a few more days, can’t you?”

You could only huff in response, quickly changing into something more comfortable before settling down. You watch as your boyfriend’s eyes glitter when he sees you, a challenging look in them. You know that look all too well… 

You opt to fling his sleep shirt at him, muttering an on-brand, “Fuck you,” all the while. 

He zips the tent up behind himself, making a loud thud as he drops to his elbows next to you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was exhausted. Alas, you did know him better, and can only mentally die when you hear those heavy breaths fall from his mouth. 

You tried your hardest not to think about the rough surface beneath the blanket you lay on. If you thought any harder about it, you might actually combust. His truck, his brand-new, stupid fucking truck. The one that’s as beefy as any military-grade vehicle and as loud as any military jet. The one he treats just as roughly as he treats you in bed, leaving an equal amount of mess on both. 

He had no right to get that truck. No right at all. But you couldn’t argue with him when he pulled into the driveway of your apartment, a lazy, confident smirk filling out his features. He pulled the classic move of leaning against the truck’s door, arms crossed to give his biceps a chance to flex right in your face. If that wasn’t enough, he hadn’t changed out of his Navy Khaki’s, toothpick between his lips and aviators on his face. 

He knew what he was doing.

Every ride since then had been the same. His hands squeezing your thigh, fleeting glances here and there, all too teasing comments out of the blue. That man was conditioning you — and fuck if it wasn’t working. Before you knew it, your thighs would clench the moment you got into his truck, mouth salivating simply at the sight of the bed. Your mind wouldn’t give you rest, not when he revved the engine and let you feel the bass against your seat. Not when he’d play the heaviest, dirtiest songs and drive down an old dirt road, watching your eyes glaze over and your mouth part in the prettiest of sounds. 

Fuck it.

Your hands slam against the bed of his truck, and you used the force to push you up and over until your thighs are firmly planted on either sides of his hips. He made this problem, and he’d sure as hell fix it.

“There’s my pretty thing…” He purrs, hands firm on your hips as he bucks up into you. 

You mewl a pretty, breathy sound, eyes fluttering as you flop against his chest. The little energy you had to climb him has been spent, leaving your hands to rest against his chest and claw at his faded Navy shirt. Your mouth presses firmly against his neck, and his hand grips your scalp and pushes you further. The man always has a thing for marks, especially on his own body. 

“C’mon, hun… show ‘em fuckers what you can do…” His hips grind against yours, other hand snaking around your waist to ease you into a steady rhythm. 

He yanks your head back, releasing your scalp to press two fingers in between your lips. You eagerly suck the digits, far too used to the motion to think. All that runs through your mind is the haze of pleasure and the scent of sex already thick in the tent. Your tongue laps eagerly at those thick fingers, eyes rolling at the salty taste that coats them.

The hand around your waist strips you of your pajama bottoms, easily slipping off your underwear and holding you against himself. His hands swap places, tugging them away from from your mouth to see the spit drip down your lips.

“So messy…”

His dry fingers focus on that pleasure spot between your thighs, long strokes up and down just to tease. Edging that pleasure, keeping you high on your toes and drunk off your mind. And when his mouth wraps around your soft, perky nipples, the howl you let out might truly be mistaken for a jackal by the team. 

It takes a moment for your clouded, pleasure-filled mind to recognize the movements of his tongue. But when you feel the pattern of letters, you nearly cum right then and there. The pilot makes a mess of your chest, never relenting his sucks and licks and certainly never easing up on his strokes.

He releases your nipple with a sweet pop, eyes glittering dangerously. “Gotta be quiet, hun… don’t want the team peeking in, do ya?”

Fuck if that didn’t make you twitch.

“Perv…” He hisses, nipping your neck and forcing your head close to his chest with his dry hand, ignoring your hips for now. “My pretty, filthy little perv…”

You don’t get a chance to react. Before you know it, your face meets the cold bed of his truck. You hadn’t even noticed that he’d moved the blanket, but fuck if it wasn’t sexy as all hell to be forced against it. The cool metal shines from your spit.

“I know all about your little kink, darlin’…” Jakes fingers prod at your tight hole, slipping one finger in before curling it. “Can’t wait to finish this fucking trip… can’t wait to figure out how many damn ways I can fuck you in, on, and against this goddamn RHO…”

Tears pool on your lashes at his words, oh so humiliating yet oh so hot. He knocks the wind out of you not a second later, three fingers working to open you up, dragging against that pad of nerves deep within you. You fight against his hand to throw your head back and cry from the pleasure, but you’re left with your cheek firm against the truck bed, drool and tears pooling.

He feels the warmth of your insides clamping down on his fingers, that telltale warning you always give when you’re close. But you don’t get release just yet. No, he has other plans for you. You don’t fight when he hauls you up and onto your back. He’s rock hard because of you, dragging his wet tip against you before pressing an inch inside of you.

He always goes slow with you when he starts. The last thing he wants is to genuinely injure you. But once he’s in, once he recognizes that movement of your shoulders falling lax and walls easing up…

He goes fucking feral.

One arm holds Jake upright, his chest firm against yours to keep you pinned. The other if keeping your head pressed against his neck, lips stretching into a smile as he feels your familiar bites. You bite him, and you bite him hard. If he doesn’t bleed, he’ll sure as hell bruise. The thought makes his cock twitch, dragging the thickness in and out of you, veins pulsing against your walls. 

Your head spins, eyes rolled back as you babble incoherently. Nothing else mattered but the feel of his cock inside of you, that familiar warmth sending your mind into a frenzy. You pant and cry like a hound, the sweet sounds muffled by his sweat-slick skin. 

“That’s it baby… that’s it, c’mon… c’mon darlin’…” He licks and nips your earlobe, pants and moans falling from his own lips.

And you’re so close. So, so fucking close. All you want is to have him cum deep inside of you — to fill you up and mark you as his. To feel the thick wetness spill out from your roughed-up hole, to feel his tongue clean you up.

But he doesn’t give that to you. Not quite.

“Cum for me, hun… cum all over my fucking truck…”

He works you until you cum, wetness pooling beneath you on the black metal of his truck. And instead of summing inside of you like you so often to and he so often complies, he pulls out and lets his white-hot ropes spill out freely. Some of the sticky mess coats your thighs and abused hole, but most land on the metal beneath you.

You gasp, eyes glazed over as your head spins. Not only has your orgasm been ripped out of you like a goddamn pull-tab, but you’re flipped onto your belly before you get a chance to recover. You glance up to see him smirking down at you, a newer, more dangerous look in his eyes. His grip tightens in your scalp, the muscles in his arms flexing as he does so.

“Clean up your mess, you nasty little perv…” He purrs, pushing you down roughly until your lips hover over the mix of cum that coats his truck. “Clean your mess like a good little fuck…”

——

Bonus:

Nat is the first to speak the following morning when Jake slips out of the tent, you still sound asleep. Her eyes focus on glaring at your boyfriend. “Y’know… the RHO is soundproof. Just for reference.”

Rueben exhales deeply, rubbing the sleep from his face as he sits next to an equally exhausted Javy.

“Please use that tip. Mick’ is the only one with noise-cancelling headphones…”

The shit-eating grin your boyfriend has for the rest of the trip is unlike any of his smirks you’ve seen before.

[jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby]

I'm a major simp for Rusty Nail and the fanbase isn't that big, so if I send in too many of these at some point lmk :)

How would Rusty Nail react with a NB S/O who is insecure and really affectionate?

Thank you for reading my request,

PhantomCat 💜

RUSTY WITH A AFFECTIONATE S/O

Reader is non binary

Metions of blood..other than that it’s pure fluff yall, maybe a tad bit suggestive.

It started when he would leave for awhile and you wouldn’t see him for days.

He would come back and you just couldn’t leave him alone. Showering him with hugs and kisses.

Walking through the door he would immediately be engulfed in your arms. His arms supporting you as he kisses you like it’s his first time.

“Come on sweetheart I ain’t even been gone that long”

One time he came home covered in blood and to his amazement it didn’t stop you from running and wrapping yourself around him.

His eyes were so wide (he expected you to cower away..gag..berate him) anything but hug him.

Wrapping his arms around you he accepted the hug and kissed your head.

Nothing would stop you from showing the man you love..how much you love you

Grumbling, he opened the front door, kicking off his shoes. He waited…then he heard the sounds of the pitter patter of your feet marching towards him. Opening his arms you flung yourself into his embrace, holding his body so close to you.

“Missed you too darlin..” he muttered in your neck before kissing up your neck to your mouth. You happily accepted the kiss. You were so cute, you definitely knew it too. He couldn’t resist you, he noticed he had become more and more possessive over you.

In his head no one else deserved your affection but him. Only he should have your hugs..your kisses,your words, your everything. You were his and that was final he would not let anything come between you.

He would probably kill someone..if they did

At first he acted like he hated it. He would huff and puff. You would just smile and kiss his cheek. Telling him how much you adored him.

He’s not used to the affection you give him. Most people don’t like him and play pranks on him.

You would always tell him that no matter what your love for him would never change. He always had the same reaction

Sitting in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water, he felt your gaze on him. Smirking, he turned around to face you. “What’s on your mind sugar”

“You, you’re so amazing…everything about you makes me smile” hearing you say these things to him caused him to stop functioning for a couple of seconds. He didn’t deserve this. You were too good for him. .

“I ain’t worth your love darlin…”

He could be sitting down watching tv when you’d walk right up to him and plop yourself into his lap.

Surprised his hands would just settle on your hips chuckling. Petting your hair he’s lean down and kiss you softly.

He would just let you sit on his lap like a good little pet.

Sitting down watching whatever was playing, he wasn’t really focused on it anymore. He was listening to you hum in the kitchen. Smirking, he waited for you to join him in the living room. Seeing you pop into view wrapped in a blanket made him chuckle. “Look at you..all wrapped up” he hadn’t expected you to sit on his lap. It surprised him to say the least. You curled up in his lap, he wrapped his arms around you.

Rubbing his hands down your back, he couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face.

“Well you look amazing perched on my lap…cute lil thing”

He was so used to waking up by myself, but ever since you strutted into his life. He loves waking up next to you.

Like to rock paper scissors to see who’s the big spoon. It always ends up with you practically laying on him.

Your head on his chest, that rises and falls with each breath. Your leg is thrown over his.

When you wake up before him, you like to admire him. You’ll drag your finger down his bare chest kissing his shoulder softly.

He felt you stir beside him, he smiled pretending to be asleep as he felt you slowly wake up beside him. Feeling your body slowly turn to lean towards his face, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. The soft breeze from the window caused you to shiver a bit before wiggling further into his side.

Humming you placed kisses on the exposed skin of his chest. Smiling he slowly reached his hand up to you neck, surprising you. He chuckled, opening his eyes bringing your lips to his. Running his hands down your bare back before leaning over you. Placing a kiss on your jawline then leading the kisses up to your mouth.

He pulled away from the kiss before blowing into the side of you neck causing you to erupt into giggles.

He loves the affection you give him, not used to it for sure but he loves everything about how affectionate you are.

HE IS TOUCH STARVED YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE.

[roleplayfinder]

hi! i’m a nb, 26 person looking for 21+ partners to write the following ships/ fandoms!! I’m a semi lit-lit writer and i write over discord.

- ACOTAR (Feysand, Nessian, Azris, Elriel)

-Fourth Wing (Xaden/ Violet)

-Percy Jackson (ocs)

- Hunger Games ( included TBOSBAS) (ocs, Everlark, Finnick/Annie or OC, Corio x Lucy Gray AU)

-Redacted ASMR ( David x Angel, Asher x Baabe, Sam x Darlin, Porter x Treasure. Milo x Sweetheart, Vincent x Lovely, Gavin x Freelancer )

- Harry Potter ( Dramione, Drarry)

AUs, OCs, NSFW themes are welcome! The goal is to find someone who wants to be long term partners in writing & we can build up our own lore/ ocs etc! And who doesn’t love making a friend out of it too? If you’re interested please like this message and I’ll shoot you a message here!

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[pearl-kite]

Forgot to draw the boop, so here's the boop

And the aftermath

[thatlesbeanjew]

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

I commissioned @androleda/@andr0leda and they drew Sam and my nb!Darlin, Reyes, and I am just barely coherent in typing this out I can’t not keysmash just look at themmmmmm they’re both so happyyyyy and gorgeous and aaahhhHHHHHHH

[kelseadelle]

Update on my Darlin’!

They/Them

[slushrottweiler]

Have this little Sam/Darlin drabble.

CW: mentions of smoking, immortality and lifespans. Light angst. F!Darlin. NB!Angel.

Dragging out the minutes

Sam froze just beside the doorway at the sound of her laugh. His darlin was out on the porch with David's partner, both of them having left their little impromptu gathering to take in the cool night air. They'd been gone for a while, and Sam had just been heading out to check on them both when he heard it. 

His darlin didn't laugh all that much, much to his chargin. At least, not it public; that was changing a bit when it was just the two of them. Peering out the doorway, Sam leaned against the frame as he took in the sight. 

His Darlin was bathed in moonlight, leaning on the veranda railing whilst David's mate sat beside them, legs swinging as they gestured wildly and told some story about how the alpha had accused them of stalking in place of a meet cute. Darlin' snickered. The vivid green of her hair fell into her face as she shook her head at her friend, her laugh a smoke and whisky balm on Sam's heart. 

It was good she was relaxing around the rest of her pack. Good to see her smiling when they both weren't hidden away at his place. 

"Did you forget your lighter?"

Darlin's started at the question from David's mate, her laughter dying to a lazy chuckle.

"What?"

"You've been playing with that cigarette since we got out here, but you haven't lit it. Didja forget it inside?"

Sam's attention dropped to Darlin's hands at the same time hers did; where his partner was indeed twirling a thin cigarette between her slim, scarred fingers. 

"Nah," his Darlin sighed, still looking at the smoke. " Just trying to cut back."

That was news to Sam. She wasn't a heavy smoker; but his partner usually had a few a day. It blended into her scent, turning the woodsy smell of her smoky and sweet. Why as she…

"I've been feeling slightly less self-destructive recently." That brought a rueful smile to her lips, and Sam had the urge to kiss it away. 

"Oh yeah? Any particular reason for this change of heart?" David's mate had laughter in their tone, leaning over to nudge Darlin with their shoulder. She barely reacted, even though Sam could tell they had put some weight behind it. 

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You sure about that? Nothing about yay tall," they gestures a solid foot above Darlin's head. "sinful southern accent. Dazzling silver eyes…"

Now Darlin shoved them with her shoulder, and they had to catch themself before the light touch sent them toppling from their perch atop the banister. But they took it in stride, their bright laughter echoing in the evening air. 

When they finally turned to look at Darlin' the laughter trickled away as a look of concern took its place. She had turned her face away from Sam, facing her friend full on; and whatever they saw had them looking concerned. They didn't say anything. Just flicked their chin up to encourage Darlin  to continue. 

"... I just…" Darlin groaned and shoved a hand through her hair. Sam kept still as David's mate scooted closer, so they were pressed side to side. Reassuring without making a show of it. 

His Darlin blew out a slow breath, spun the cigarette around her fingers once more. When she spoke again, it was quieter, barely above a whisper, but nothing Sam's vampire ears couldn't pick up. 

"I only get a few years with him. Couple of decades if I'm lucky. Just don't feel the need to speed that along…"

Sam's heart clenched. His whole body tensed up like he'd taken a blow to the gut. His fingers itched to reach out and cup her face, arms wanted to hold tight. Don't let her go, keep her close. Safe. Like he could keep all that inevitable outside mess away. 

"You know he wouldnt–"

"You can't know that. No one does."

Sam would never. He didn't even want to think about it. 

"We're not all immortal." Sam's chest hurt.  "We all go. One way or another. " Don't go Darlin. 

David's mate was saying something reassuring, facts that Sam wished Darlin was already sure of; that he was sure of. But his Darlin just shook her head, and with one last spin, flicked the unlit cigarette into the scrub. They all watched as it disappeared, a little bit of time added back to her  clock.

With a sigh, David's mate rested their head against Darlin' shoulder, and he watched as they both relaxed into each other. 

"Well, the rest of us are glad to keep you 'round longer too."

He heard the catch in Darlin's breath, saw the slight clench of her shoulders before they slowly uncoiled. 

"... Thanks."

Sam knew they'd have to deal with this eventually.  Somehow. His Darlin was reckless, wild, always changing. He had been the same for the last 12 years. 

" Ya know Davey's gonna make you dig that out of the dirt and toss it in the bin in the morning, right?"

Her bark of laughter broke through the tension. It was a little rusty, she was still getting used to it. But the sound of that rough laugh gave Sam hope. 

Things could change for the better. They'd work it out together. After all, they had plenty of time. 

[dollscircus]

Trans!Asher as a teen trying to cut all his long hair off only to be found by nb!Darlin who helps him cut all his hair off.

[tearfest]

open to: female/nb muses, 21+.

plot: your muse is jamie's side chick and they're creating a fuss outside of the home he shares with his longterm girlfriend. bonus points if ur muse is friends with his gf/is his friends sibling/etc.

ㅤㅤ" lower your voice 'n' fuckin' 'low it, darlin'. " scarred left hand grips at her wrist, sparing a glance over his shoulder before he's dragging her down the alley between the underfunded flat blocks, kissing his teeth before loosening his hold. " the fuck's your problem? "

[nat-seal-well]

WIP Wednesday!

tagged by @bicyclepainting and @k9rage 💙

Title: worth the price

Pairing: Angel/David and Darlin’/Sam, but this really just focused on Angel and Darlin’

Warnings: cursing, mostly. And I’m writing about my (nb) Darlin’ OC, so they’re described. I try to keep it minimal, though

Rating: T (but only for Darlin’s language)

Tagging: @friendlyfaded, @thesunandmoons-blog, @zozo-01, and anyone else who wants to share!

“I don’t know about this,” Tank says, which itself is a rarity—there’s probably only been a handful of times they can recall actually saying it aloud.

Hesitation and Tank aren’t really two words that pair well. Someone should take a photograph so this can be saved forever and commemorated. There should be one of those plaques installed that no one reads. Maybe—

“It won’t be an issue,” Angel tells them wisely, “if no one finds out about it.”

David’s mate is grinning. The white of their teeth and curve of their lips are full of nothing but promises of mischief and a future lecture from the pack Alpha. And probably Tank’s own mate, too, because Sam is nothing but a stickler for not causing undue trouble. Tank doesn’t think Sam was ever younger than the age he was when he was immortalized; he just spawned one day, like those NPCs in the video games Asher plays.

Callus-toughened hands interlock as Tank cracks their knuckles in contemplation. They’re wearing fingerless gloves in a sad attempt to fight back the early-winter cold, and the black yarn is beginning to fray at the edges. The unempowered human in front of them makes a face at the sound of their joints.

“Maybe I was wrong. You might be getting too old,” they say, like it’s an afterthought. Something glimmers behind their eyes.

Like an affronted pufferfish, Tank inhales sharply. “I am not,” they snap, “too old. You’re only two years younger than me.”

“Yeah, but you’re a wolf. In dog years, you’re practically ancient—”

Angel is playing them like a fiddle, and Tank knows it. The fact that it’s working only makes it worse, but they take the bait anyway. “Oh, yeah? I’ll fuckin’ prove you otherwise.”

What Angel says next doesn’t surprise them in the least, but the words still make them cringe anyway. Or makes Tank do their own version of it, which is to making a face like they just bit into a lemon and running a hand through their red hair, shorn in an undercut.

“Then help me plan something for David’s birthday, because it is literally next month, and I don’t have a single clue what to do for it. But Christian says you’re the best at this kind of stuff. I’ll love you forever if you help me figure this out.”

Tank can already see it now—David coming home to a cake from one of those fancy bakeries because Angel can’t bake for shit, a banner over the backdoor in the kitchen, and every single member of the Shaw Pack crammed into the home he shares with his mate. Oh, yeah. He’s going to be pissed. And then Sam will be annoyed too, but only because David will round on him and demand to know why he didn’t do anything to stop the two of them sooner, which will only earn Tank a second, more tired scolding.

…The cost will be worth it. Even if Angel’s only going to use them for their muscles to carry all the shit to the truck, and to pick up the heavy boxes at Costco, because they are not nearly too old for any of that. Tank is more than capable of planning one party, especially if it’s for David.

They can’t wait to see the look on his face.

“Get your coat,” they sigh. “It’s cold as hell out here, and if I’m freezing to death, then you are, too. And then get your Costco card.”

“How do you know I have—”

“Your mate is David Gabriel Shaw,” Tank says. “Go get it and meet me in the truck. I’m not turning into a popsicle on your front porch.”