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biteforblood · 8 months

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[ DAVID’S HANDS ] david x angel.

✶ notes : gn!reader, 18+, romantic, vague hand kink, light choking, 0.4k

as we know, angel likes david’s hands me too bestie, which inspired some thoughts i would love to share with you all, y’know, spread the brain rot around.

firstly, his hands are big; wide palms and thick fingers, prominent veins and trimmed nails, skin warm and calloused from years of work and roughhousing. no matter what size difference you headcanon these two to have, his hands overwhelm theirs, be it by a little or by a lot. and he knows how to use his hands in many different ways; cutting, grabbing, tying, manipulating, holding, caressing, on and on.

secondly, david is well aware of how much angel likes his hands; both because they’ve expressed as such before many times over during various…occasions, and because he’s noticed. not that it isn’t very easy to pick up on given how unashamedly they stare any and every possible chance they can.

when he works out the tension in the muscles of his wrists, cracking his knuckles one by one. when he feeds his belt through the loops of his jeans, fastening the buckle with smooth muscle memory. when he drives and spins the wheel with his palm, other hand grabbing the back of their seat as he looks over his shoulder.

when he needs a way to quiet them, shoving his fingers past their teeth or clamping his hand fully over their mouth. when he slides them under their thighs, positioning their legs over his shoulders or locked around his waist. when he cradles their jaw in his palm, guiding their pretty, mischievous eyes to properly meet his.

…ahem, thirdly! david himself enjoys having his hands on angel. one of his favorite ways is casually resting a hand on their throat. not necessarily choking them ( not always, at least ), but simply to have it there. he enjoys the small connection and comfort it brings, even if he’s far too stubborn to admit it. it’s similar to when they wordlessly take one of his hands and trace the deep lines in his palms, slip their fingers between his, press a kiss to each individual knuckle.

but, as you can guess, it isn’t always so innocent. after all, what is angel if not a brat — his brat, one he knows how to tame just as they know how to test him.

with his hand wrapped around their throat, he’ll stroke the line of their jaw, maybe the sides of their neck, or along their collarbones. the lightness of his touch tickles slightly yet makes their heart pound that little bit quicker. and he knows it; he can feel their pulse racing against his fingertips, can feel them swallow against his palm. the way the mood shifts with a little more pressure when he squeezes a little bit tighter. they can hear the grin in his voice as it drops into a low growl. “you gonna behave for me now…angel?”

#[ ✶ . blood thirsty ]#[ ✶ . time with a shifter ]#redacted asmr x reader #redacted audio x reader #redacted david #redacted angel

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bayambii · 3 months

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asher thoughts . . .

warnings: me being a simp for asher (we’re married, he’s my wife..) maybe a little steam

characters: asher talbot

bambis comments: EVERY MINUTE ERIK DOESNT UPLOAD ASHER CONTENT IS A MINUTE I SPEND IN A SPIRALLL. ok i love him im sorry. also this is probably a first part to asher thots…

think about anytime you’re up late doing something and you’re just laying there- too tired to take off makeup, wash your face, or even get into your jammies- ash will throw himself on top of you to wake you up. he’ll drag you to the washroom to do what you need to do, even if your head lulls against his shoulder in exhaustion.

think about asher holding your face. he traces over every crevice and freckle and dimple, and scratches your skin lightly with his nails to feel you. he always TRIES to make sure his hands are clean so he doesn’t accidentally make you break out, but it’s a usually a spur of the moment thing. looks into your eyes too long he can’t take it :(

think about playing smash with him. he’ll go easy on you a little but he’s good! he’ll giggle as your face scrunches up in frustration, and won’t really get that competitive. no matter what it’ll still end up in kisses and giggles. jigglypuff of death i say…

thinking about asher and play fighting. he’s not as big as david, and certainly not as strong, but boys got strength. he’s a werewolf, and he loves to just tussle with you. he’ll let you win sometimes, just like smash, but he there’s a competitive edge to his playfighting. egg him on a little bit, and try to get away and he’ll show you whose boss :3

#bayambii #bayambii redacted asmr #bayambii’s work #redacted asher #asher talbot #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted asmr #asher redacted asmr #redacted asmr x reader #redacted audio x reader #redacted asmr fanfiction

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ashturnedtomist · 11 months

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Keep it Covert Masterlist

thank you to @morgansplace for the title <3

Prologue

1. Un Esprit

2. Project James

3. Unique Asset

4. Help Wanted, Honey!

4.5. Interlude

5. Forget Shaw Security—Sweetheart Security!

6. Brand

7. No, Damien’s right. It IS weird.

8. Tba

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted audio x reader #redacted asmr x reader #ash turns to mist #forget covert au #keep it covert

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lavendercodes · 2 years

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hi… 🤭 soo i already am on tiktok making redacted content (not under the same user) there, but i’m also a really big on writing things for the content i enjoy soo..

i’ll probably focus more on one-shots and headcanons. of course, you’re allowed to request things as long as they’re not NSFW! (basically no straight up sex. i just don’t write that.)

i love to specify this, but i truly take pride in my ability to make angst. that’s really it tbh byeee :))

#redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted asmr x reader #redacted darlin #redacted lasko #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted babe #x reader #imagine #fanfiction #angst #fluff #oneshot

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fancybootm · 2 years

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I just went through my Pokémon binder and I was thinking… how do you all think the redacted boys would react to your Pokémon cards? Who do you think would have Pokémon cards themselves, who would sit and let you talk to them about it?

I am humbly requesting head-cannons for this, might write some myself, we’ll see…

#redacted asmr #redacted asmr x reader #pokémon #pokémon cards

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canthavetoomuchchaos · 2 months

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Angry Wolf

platonic! Darlin + David

Tw: yelling, cursing, punches are thrown, bad anger management, Christian.

Set at a pack meeting where Christian says something that pisses off Darlin, a few punches are thrown and David gets involved. Just what did Christian say?

its a pack meeting. That's all it is, there no need to have anxiety, Sam will be waiting at home after, and they can just watch a movie with him. There's no need to have anxiety right now.

David is stood by the door, they give him a small nod in greeting, beelining to the back wall of the den where they usually hide for pack meetings. David doesn't mind, as long as they're present. Darlin let's out a small breath and pulls out their phone, looking through their few pictures of Sam that they have to make themselves look busy.

They tense as Christian makes his way toward them, they don't want to deal with him right now, all that will come out of it is a fight with how their anxiety is right now.

"Still talking to that leech are you?" He sneers. They ignore him and continue to scroll through their pictures.

"I guess you didn't learn from the last one did you? They're all the same Wallflower, he probably works for that Quinn guy, getting close to you for Intel? Have you thought that maybe, just maybe he's no different-" he's cut off by a sharp punch to his nose. Darlin's phone is now on the floor, the room silent as they seeth, eyes practically on fire with the anger raging inside them.

"He is NOTHING like Quinn, and you'd do well to get that through your thick fucking skull Chrissy..." They can see as he thinks for a moment, then decides to take the stupid route.

"did you fucking PUNCH me?! What the hell Tank?!" He grunts, nursing his bloody nose with a gentle hand, his eyes now glaring back as he throws a punch straight to their gut. They grunt and swing, hitting him in the temple. He falls to the ground, a yelp falling from his lips. The expression Darlin is making at him is a mix of angry and annoyed.

Christian snickers as he stands again, wiping his nose as it continues to drip.

"or maybe you just like being a fucking chew toy? Maybe you like it when those leeches give you attention. That's what you want right? You don't love this new one. You love the attention he gives you, isn't that right?" Darlin growls and straps forward, their fist flying straight into his gut, knocking him down again. They follow.

As the two of them fall to the ground Asher rushes over, attempting to pull Tank off of Christian, failing as he can't get around their flying hands. He huffs as he gets an elbow to the stomach as collateral of being so close.

David walks over, no hesitation, picking Tank up by their waist and throwing them over his shoulder. Enduring the painful punches they give to his back as they scream. He brings them to a separate room, one to the side of the main room of the den and puts them down. They plop ungracefully onto their butt. They quickly stand back up taking deep breaths as they try to reign themself in.

"you can yell Tank. I know you need to. " They blink and let it all out.

"FUCKING CHRISSY. WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS?!" They pace around the room, staying a safe distance from David, who is blocking the door. "He doesn't know ANYTHING about me- he just- how could he just-" they take quick, deep breaths, they're trying to keep themself from crying. David frowns, they've never done this before after a fight.

"I'm trying! I really am! I'm better now-! I- I ask for help now! I DONT- I don't run off, I don't go and get in random fights! I'm doing better! Right? " They turn to David, their hands shaking, voice trembling as their eyes full with tears.

"....right...? I am getting better right..? I'm really trying David.." they drop to their knees, still trying to gather their breaths. David walks slowly to them.

"Tank....im not good with words, you know that, so this is going to sound like shit..." He huffs at himself

"you are. You are getting better. I know you're trying, I can see it, everyone can. All that work you've put into bettering yourself is not for nothing. I promise. Christian is just....an asshole."

They huffs a small laugh, now fully crying as they curl into themself.

"I just want to be accepted David. That's all I want...I'm really trying this time. I- I just want Sam..." They hate being this vulnerable, they want their mate.

"I'll call him to come, I don't want him to take you home just yet, okay?" David steps out of the room to go call Sam as Darlin stays curled on the floor. Someone walks in and they pull themselves tighter together, they don't know who it is and they don't want whoever it is to know they're crying.

"Hey Tanker....David doesn't really do hugs, and I know you don't either sometimes, but I think one would help right now.....can I hug you? Please?" It's Asher, he is speaking low, his voice quiet as he kneels about a foot away from them waiting for confirmation. They nod and he scoots forward, carefully curling his body around their curled one. They stay like that for a few minutes.

There's muffled speaking outside the door as Sam finally arrives, they can hear as David explains what happened to him and Sam asks where they are. He's let in and is by their side in seconds.

"Darlin..."

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#x reader #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted sam #redacted david #redacted darlin

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annahxredaxted · 4 months

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puhhhleasseeeeee David x Angel pregnancy headcannons 😫

NIYAHHHH HEYYY POOKIEE

of courseeee 🙇‍♀️

DAVID/ANGEL PREGNANCY HEADCANNONS

•afab reader— with gn pronouns

• pregnancy

david knew before they told him, he could smell it on them.

angel thought they were doing a good job hiding it before they told him.

after they did and noticed he was completely unfazed they were very concerned/confused

david was very excited but he was also nervous he’d be a bad dad.

very over-prepared, he started setting the nursery up maybe 3 weeks after they told him.

david will pass by things for babies in the store and discreetly put them in the cart, but when angel realizes he did they get all gushy and emotional.

very upset angel had so much morning sickness in the beginning, he would ache to see how much they were hurting.

HE WILL DELIVER TO EVERY SINGLE CRAVING!!

^ he does not care how stupid it may sound, if angel woke him up at 2am asking for beef fucking jerky you already know he’s up either in the kitchen or grabbing his car keys.

david rubs their belly all the time. sittings down? hand on the belly. in bed? belly rubs. in the car? belly.

david gets VERY upset if someone touches their belly/them at all if they don’t want to be touched.

^ will yell in the middle of a walmart/family gathering/in public etc,

foot massages, back massages, legs, back etc. if he can ease angels pain even a little bit he will not stop at mediocrity.

if angel is feeling insecure about their pregnancy body it actually makes david almost angry. not at them of course, but it’s the mentality of “your growing a kid, and you think i’m gonna be upset about a little more to love?”

david goes to every doctors, very attentive, asking a bunch of questions, writing things down, making sure angel does everything the doctor recommends.

^ he will and has cancelled meetings/ jobs to be at an appointment.

legitimately was panicking when their water broke, angel was just sitting there like: 🧍‍♂️.. while he was: 😱😧😦

he collected himself eventually to drive to the hospital

held their hand the whole time, he was a bit queasy by the end of it.

cried when baby shaw was born, held the baby close and did skin to skin almost immediately (like took his fucking shirt off)

he was scared to have sex for a while, he didn’t want to hurt angel, and they probably waited 4ish months, but even then he was extremely gentle.

in the beginning david refused to let angel get up when the baby cried

david cried when he had to go back to work for the first time since baby shaw.

spent the whole day after work with the baby(made dinner, did dishes etc with those things that wrap the baby to his chest)

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that’s all i got rn🤓🤓

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #pregnancy #tw: afab reader #tw: pregnancy #gn pronouns #x gender neutral reader #afab reader #Preganant Reader #Pregnant headcannons

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alrxiin · 3 months

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so... thanks for the idea @mokozroach , now that I'm done with my winter break, I have done it :3

(not proofread)

TW's : 'Cheating', fighting, mentions of character getting hurt, character death, su!cid3 mention.

Sam x Darlin' (GN reader) | angst

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"I'm Losing Hope In Our Lives Apart."

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A week. It's been a week since the death of William, other Vamps speculate the cause was Demon Blood, but even after such long time there's nothing sure.

The death hit Sam hard, to say the least, especially after the Summit and the other murders... but Darlin' has been next to him every day, making sure he was fine and taking care of himself.

This day was different though, Sam had told them he's going on a walk, which isn't actually that unusual for him. What was unusual, is that when they went out to get him – since they had made food and didn't really like eating alone anymore – he wasn't in his usual spots that he would end the walk in.

Not in the small spot where tree's didn't grow and made a perfect place to watch the stars.

Not anywhere near the hills he would sit on and watch Dahlias lights shine at night.

Nowhere. He seemingly was nowhere.

Worried for their mate, they made sure the house door was locked before heading out to look for Samuel carefully sniffing around to catch his scent – which was fairly easy considering the time they had spent with him.

2 years, they have been together for 2 years, and they could recognize his scent anywhere.

Following his trail, they stumbled through the woods mindlessly, going into Vamp territory just like the first time they had met when they were after Quinn.

Close, they felt him so close now, looking around through the trees, and finally they saw a blonde tuft of hair.

Relief washes over them and they quicken their pace, going around the trees to him, only for shock to go through their body when they do.

There he was, Samuel Collins, sitting on a fallen tree, and on his lap, Alexis. A nightmare come true.

Since the very first time Sam has told them about her, they hated her for what she has done, and – to a point – feared that she would weasel her way into their lives. Exactly like she had now, and it took every ounce of self respect they have not to burst into tears, but it had brought them into being violent yet again.

Hitting something that would definitely hit back.

Walking out and up to them, hands balled up into fists, they spoke up finally.

- "You absolute bitch..." —

- "Alexis?.." — Sam's voice came through weakly, like he was disassociated, the hold Alexis has on him still strong.

- "What did you just call me?" — She scoffed, getting off of him to face them, irritation showing on her face.

- "I called you a bitch. What are you, deaf?" — And with that, she lunged at them.

They knew they stood almost no chance against her, they found that out so many times before while fighting off Vamp after Vamp, she overpowered them with ease. Yet they had no intention of stopping, putting up a fight like they had always done before.

Every bit of emotion getting out of them as they fought, taking hit after hit from the woman, and striking back when they had the chance, taking it as far as turning to try and get their chances up.

They knew that Sam wouldn't do something like this on his own, that she had to do something to get him to be with her.

They hated it so much.

Lost in thought, so many emotions going through their head – betrayal, anger, confusion, whatever the hell else there is – and before they knew it, Alexis struck again, landing a final blow.

They gasped, finally conscious yet again, and instead of giving her the satisfaction of looking at her, they instead looked at Samuel.

It's like something snapped in him, the invoking she had done going loose, and he was looking back at them again.

- "Wait... no." — His voice quivred, and he got up from the log, quickly jumping into action and running up to them as they fell back, already too dizzy to stay up.

- "Darlin'!.. shit, please don't do this!.." — He took their hand, shaking ever so slightly as he panicked. His powers had weakened from the sort of trance she had put on him, and he would have no way of healing the damage Alexis had done, not like this.

And in the end, it was too late, and Darlin' layed limp on the ground..hand so cold in his.

- "Awhh... poor little puppy. All bark, and yet, no bite." — She put on a pity face, only a giggle escaping from her as she stepped closer, putting a hand on Samuel's shoulder.. only to have it pushed off in a hurry, with anger on his face and tears in his eyes, he gazed up at her.

- "Why, why do you always do this?! Why do you always take everything I have away from me?.." — His voice broke at the end, unable to maintain the threatening tone, as a sob ripped through him.

- "Oh Sammy... you must realize they were a downgrade from me, do you not?" — Her voice, terrifyingly calm and collected. She put a hand under his chin, lifting it up to face her properly, with a touch so gentle...

- "They were just a lost puppy, that turned everyone away and clinged to the first person that showed a little care. But now, you don't have to worry.. you know well that we're a gorgeous match." — The smile, meant to pull him in, only made him come to his senses.

Sam pulled his face away, and his eyes turned a copper red in anger and disgust.

- "I would rather die, than be with someone like you, Alexis." — His voice came out muffled, gritting his teeth to try and keep his composure.

The woman, was left in a form of shock and he took that chance, picking up his mates limp and pale body into his arms, before speeding away back to their house.

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Not even a week later, the Shaw Pack got worried from the lack of contact from Sam, knowing how heartbreaking it is to lose someone – a lover nonetheless – so tragically, without even as little as a goodbye. And it wasn't until Vincent had called, that they had gotten the news...

"Samuel took his life." — was what he said.

He couldn't have gone on without them, without the only true spark of light in his nocturnal life that he had.

He had no one.

And now, he hoped he would see them again in their next life... Together, in every universe, every form. Forever.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted alexis #redacted william #angst #oneshot #gn reader #x gn reader #alrxiin #Spotify

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milophiliac · 4 months

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Porter Solaire x GN! Reader 0.7 k words Genre: Uhh hurt/comfort? Or just comfort? Warnings: Not proofread

"So you're leaving? Just like that? Porter I know I said I was okay with us being... whatever, for just that night. But when you invited me to that summit thing, and when we started talking a lot more, I thought that meant that.. we were... something more. Something more than just a one night thing, okay?" Their voice cracked. Treasure, much like their name suggested, meant the world to Porter. Sure, he'd just met them about a month ago, but that one month, his life seemed almost bearable.

"Treasure, you and I both knew that I wasn't going to be staying in Dahlia forever-" He gently started. "-Don't," they cut him off, "just don't bother. It's fine, Porter. I'm fine." They exhaled shakily before leaving his place. Two days later, Porter couldn't get it off his mind, the way their eyes dimmed when he told them that he was leaving Dahlia. His heart burned, when he thought of the look of despair that was etched onto their features right before they left. He had to do something about it, but what could he possibly do? He had 3 days before he left, time wasn't exactly on his side. He texted them, but no avail. 4 texts, no reply back, he was left on read. He tried calling them, but yet again his efforts were ignored as they just declined all calls. They were upset.

That's what led to a very sunburnt looking Porter showing up at their doorstep at 12 noon that day. Treasure's eyes widened in concern as they dragged him in and towards the living room. "Why did you?! Porter oh my god-" They rushed as they closed all the blinds. "Porter, you could've just come over at night-" Their tone was panicked. "What do vampires even do in situations like this- Does ice work? You're red all over," concern laced their tone as they walked to the freezer to get an ice bag. They rushed back to the living room and gently held the ice pack against his face. "Why did you come here?" Porter gently flashed them a toothy grin, the first time he'd smiled after they left his place. "I'm sorry. I missed you." They lightly sighed as their eyes teared up, without another word, they wrapped their arms around his neck and hugged him. They sobbed lightly and sniffled, "you didn't have to do this at like... the sunniest time of the day y'know," they complained. "Well, I was hoping you'd see my very sunburnt face and feel some form of pity," he chuckled. They punched him lightly and chuckled through a sob. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your texts... or calls," they sniffled. "I just, I don't want to see you go so soon," they sighed. Porter's eyes softened with concern, "hey, I'll come back, every once in a while." Their brows furrowed as their lip quivered, "But then we won't have what we have now." "Hey," his voice softened. "I know, treasure, I really do, but, Dahlia isn't my home. Not anymore at least," he said softly, "I will be back, just for you." Treasure sniffled as they looked at him, "You promise?" He looked at them, a slight smile gracing his features, "Yes, I do. I promise." "You looks like a wreck," they sniffled. "I know, treasure," he smiled as he grabbed the ice pack and placed it on his face, "feel like one too," he chuckled. They sighed, "you didn't need to do all this... for me. I would've accepted your apology just as fine during the night, y'know," treasure rolled their eyes, "you always had a flair for theatrics huh?" He gave them an amused smirk, "One, I had to apologize right now, it was the only thing on my mind from last night. And two, yes I do." Treasure leaned in and closed their eyes, taking the cue, Porter closed the gap and gently kissed them, his hands gently caressing their neck. They pulled back before looking into his eyes, "I love you," they said softly before leaning back in to kiss him. "I love you too, treasure," he replied with a smile as his hands hugged their waist.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #porter solaire #redacted porter #porter x reader #redacted monarchal summit #porter solaire x reader #redacted fluff #redacted comfort #redacted angst #redactedaudio #redactedverse #redactedasmr

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eggyboyoart · 11 months

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I love the submissive Lasko agenda as much as the rest of you guys but I also I feel like Lasko could make a pretty good dom as well tbh. (small ns/fw hcs below, 16+)

It would have to be with someone he really trusts and is comfortable, probably a long term relationship (at least a few years). Hes def a switch with a HEAVY sub lean. Hes so used to falling into the submissive role, he needs time to get used to being in charge.

I'm torn between him being a really soft gentle dom with lots of soft praise ("You're doing so, so well for me. Thank you so much for trusting me with this..."). This scenario would probably play out if his partner asked for it, I feel like he would comply ("You've always taken such good care of me, I'd be honoured to do the same for you...")

or like, frustrated, frantic body worship where hes so pent up or frustrated about something, probably work or school, that he just jumps your bones as soon as he gets you alone ("I need you NOW. Fuck- you're so gorgeous, I'm obsessed-") and just mmhmmm :))

He could do it, he just needs a lil encouragement and I can give it to him please lasky just one chance-

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biteforblood · 8 months

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[ THE FIRST BITE ] vincent x lovely.

✶ notes : gn!reader, fluff, suggestive, descriptions of biting / blood, 1.0k

we all know how their first actual bite went ; vincent hyped on adrenaline and the bitter kind of bloodlust, craving that same thing, lovely offering their wrist for him to drink from, their neck too intimate — that would be cherished later. and, obviously, it was and it was great. but. i want to share my personal spin on their first ( neck ) bite.

if you’ll graciously entertain me…

the two together on lovely’s bed, bodies held close. vincent perched on the edge of the mattress with them straddling his lap, thighs pushed tight up against his and his hands idly drawing random shapes on the skin of their hips. heads tilted for foreheads to touch, eyes half-closed yet deeply enamored with one another. the room is still and quiet; a pin could drop and they’d hear it but not look away for even the smallest second.

his hands move away from their hips to slide behind their lower back. the contrast of his cold palms to their warm skin has shivers tracing their spine. “are you sure you’re okay with this? that you want to do this? i am if you are, and this isn’t me trying to shame or dissuade, but—”

an abrupt kiss pressed to his lips and his worries are caught short in their tracks. they fix a strand of hair away from his forehead as they search for their next words. “i want to, vincent.” their voice softens. “i trust you.”

his eyes — pools of melted silver freckled with ruby — search lovely’s for the tiniest fragment of doubt, of resistance, but there’s nothing other than admiration filling up the color of their irises. the same admiration is reflected back in his gaze as it trails down their face to their lips. one of the hands settled on their back climbs up, following along the curve of their spine and cupping the back of their neck.

with a slight nudge, vincent brings their lips to his in a kind kiss. it’s slow yet purposeful. a small hint of a tease is passed between them as lovely flicks their tongue under of his fangs, narrowly cutting said tongue in the process. he breathes a laugh and draws back from the kiss. not to tease them in return with his words, no, but a different approach.

he brushes his lips across their cheek, nipping ever so lightly at the skin. a smile fights onto lovely’s lips. his second kiss is by their ear and their smile falters. further down, a third to the skin beneath the edge of their jaw. their pulse begins to race and he can feel the jump against his lips the lower they venture. it pounds so loud, it’s like the rhythm is his own.

brimming to the edge with anticipation, they tilt their head into his hand, baring their neck for him to sink his teeth into — figuratively and literally. he mouths at their throat, teeth scraping and tongue tracing the tendons and veins. he can hear it so clearly; their blood beating, rushing, flowing just underneath. ambrosia calling to him, beckoning him to bite, to taste, to indulge.

“lovely….” an open kiss over the jugular vein; here. this is where he’ll do it, where’ll he drink. “my lovely…please….”

their breath hitches — from his words, from the kiss, from both, they’re not sure which and they don’t quite care to know at this moment. not when he has them like this.

vincent licks his lips, his tongue lightly grazing their skin with the action. his mouth opens wide and they can barely feel the first tiny prick of his fangs. there’s a split second of hesitation, of vulnerability.

then he’s sinking his teeth down into their neck.

a shuddered gasp ripples from their lips. their body sharply tenses before every muscle of every limb melts with the rush of the purest ecstasy.

the taste of red splashes onto his tongue and it is like heaven on this god forgotten earth.

the hardest liquor, the lushest dessert, the ripest succulent fruit, none of those delicacies could compare to their blood.

he drinks in earnest, savoring the warmth as it coats his mouth and runs down his throat. he revels in their hands on him; fingers gripping and twisting at his shirt, his hair, his shoulders, searching for a part of him to ground themself with. his fangs sink deeper, bite down harder, pain and pleasure alike blend into something deliciously inseparable.

he doesn’t want to stop — not only biting and drinking, but taking. they’re flooding every sense, driving every gulp, igniting every nerve, they are his everything in this exact moment and he never wants to let any of it go.

be he has to. he has to let go, he has to stop before he takes too much from them.

and so he does.

they can feel his fangs pull out from their neck, the heat of his breath disappearing. their own is short and light by his ear. their eyes flutter closed, mind slipping like the silk of his hair between their fingers. the weight of their body leant on him is held up by the strong support his own provides.

thin lines of scarlet drip down their collarbone from the two small punctures left behind. his tongue drags from their chest up to their neck, happily cleaning away his mess. cold air hits the now wet skin and shakes a shiver loose from them. vincent chuckles under his breath, amused. he dots small lazy kisses over their shoulder and arm, hands running up and down their sides.

mustering little strength, lovely straightens slightly. one of their hands leave his hair to rest beneath his chin, running the pad of their thumb over his bottom lip. he watches their eyes as they repeat the motion, going back and forth, back and forth. it teases a smile onto his face that in turn brings one to theirs.

“…thank you, vincent.” the words come out hushed like a secret being whispered.

his smile stretches into a grin. he lowers his voice to match theirs. “for what?”

their thumb stills on his lips as their eyes open fully and finally meet his. “for you.”

#[ ✶ . bloodlust ]#[ ✶ . time with a vampire ]#redacted asmr x reader #redacted audio x reader #redacted vincent #redacted lovely

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the-xolotl · 20 days

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Bring You To Heaven.

David Shaw x Reader

ღ Itty bitty snip !!

ღ A/N: I had full intention of turning this into a full one-shot but then other fixations took my energy asdfgnak but if y’all would like to see this as a full length snip lmk ! I hadn’t written my big wolf boy in such a long time. Davey I’m coming home sweetie.

Summary: David is just so good to you, you want to return the favor.

—• TAGS: dom/sub dynamics, doesn’t get to the smut, implied oral, Reader gets on their knees, body worship, no use of y/n, David still calls you Angel.

You smiled mischievously at him, fingers gliding their way under his shirt and traveling up dragging them along the tanned, tight muscles of his torso and chest. He has an amused grin playing on his lips as he held your gaze. He loved those big doe eyes that carried so much love, dedication, even hints of reverence even when you acted like a brat.

David figured he could entertain whatever his mate is planning for a little while, raising his arms allowing for his shirt to be taken off and promptly discarded somewhere on the floor. Your heated gaze fell down on his bare skin, stepping back just barely to admire him better. The alpha is always a sight to behold and you never quite get use to the view. It’s always like seeing him for the very first time.

Your heart raced as hungry eyes devoured him whole shamelessly. It didn’t take long for your hands to continue the exploration of his perfectly sculptured upper body.

“And just where do you plan on taking this, little angel?” He asked with genuine curiosity underlying his words. Because he knew he still the dominant, knew that this wasn’t about a power switch. He couldn’t help but wonder, the suspense of not knowing where you’re taking him is thrilling. David also know how full of surprises you are.

You didn’t respond for a minute, not with words. You took his hands in your gently caressing your thumb over his knuckles, then leaning your head forward to leave a few chaste kisses on his neck, collarbones and chest earning pleased hums from the alpha.

Your eyes traveled up again, locking with his, “You know, you spend so much time taking care of me,” you spoke softly, “Adoring me and my body. It’s time I do the same for you, don’t you think?” You slowly descended down to your knees, never breaking eye contact. Once knelt, brining on of his big hands to nuzzle your cheek against, his thumb instinctively caressing them back.

The alpha felt his breath hitch on his chest, and you didn’t miss the way his expression began to darken. He breath out “Angel…” just as softly as they’d spoken to him. Like a prayer. They smiled again, “And that little nickname you always call me… Why doesn’t my alpha allow his angel to take him to heaven then?”

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#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #david shaw #redacted angel #reader insert #david x angel #x reader #fanfic #fandom #writters on tumblr #david shaw fanfic #david shaw redacted

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ashturnedtomist · 11 months

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Redacted Audio Masterlist

Song Lyrics that Remind me of Redacted couples

Redacted HCs: 1 2 3 4

Keep it Covert: Masterlist Basic info

Human Life - Gavin, Avior, Sam

Hozier Lyrics:

- Work Song

- Like Real People Do

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted asmr x reader #redacted audio x reader #ash turns to mist

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generalkenobee · 10 months

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Ok idk if I have any redacted audio fans but I have the cutest idea ever!

Imagine it's your turn to pick the movie with David and you pick twilight eclipse because that's the one where Jacob becomes part of the wolf pack right?

And the whole time he's just like "babe this shit is so unrealistic.." and when you responded "well I like it" he's just in utter disbelief that his mate would watch this

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canthavetoomuchchaos · 5 months

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I Misspoke I Swear

Sam Collins x Darlin'

Tw: slap (accidental), yelling, cursing, injuries

Summary: Sam comes home to Darlin on the couch, grumpy to the nines and covered in injuries. Sam tries to help and Darlin' comes off a bit harsher than they thought.

Darlin' is sitting on the couch, super gluing a large gash on their hip, they wince and hiss as the glue stings their wound. They hold it closed and breathe through the pain, once it's dried and closed they remove their hand, looking over it and pulling their tone shirt down. Their face is bruised and cut galore, their knuckles sliced and bleeding, their blood mixing with the blood of the freelancer they fought before. The sigh and sit back for a moment, resting their body before they go about healing the other wounds.

Darlin' opens their eyes and grabs the super glue again, this time going after the somewhat large cut next to their ribs, the freelancer had attacked them with some extremely sharp ice. They grimace and hiss again, their temper only rising as they try to heal themself. They're trying to heal themself before sam can get home from his clan meeting. They don't want him to fire himself out as soon as he gets home. The anxiety of the time limit and the pain of their injuries is making for a very pissed off shifter.

Sam arrives home a few minutes later, they have just pulled their shirt down and finished hiding all evidence of the first aid mission in the first place. Sam walks in and peers over at what looks to be a sleeping Darlin, they're laid out across the couch, breathing evenly and eyes closed. Though he can hear their heart racing and their face instead nearly as relaxed as it usually is whilst they sleep.

"...Darlin'? I know you're awake, why are you pretending to sleep?" Sam asks as he approaches the couch, now recognizing the smell of their blood and something else.

".....Darlin' are you hurt? Why do you smell like blood?" His alarm rises as he can see no injuries, though their shirt is slightly torn and- the forgot their knuckles and the bruising on their face.

Darlin' sits up, holding in a groan and tiny whimper at the pain in their side at the action.

"hey Sam, how was the meeting?" They try to change the subject, though they know that won't happen and the anxiety from before comes back full force.

"Darlin...what happened? I wasn't gone that long why are you covered in bruises and I can smell the super glue holding a cut together some where on you..."

They grimace and hesitates to answer trying to keep their mouth in check, anger is familiar, anger is easy. But Sam doesn't deserve it, he didn't do anything, he just wants to help...

Sam is now crouched in front of Darlin' on the floor, his hands hovering over their knees, never touching without permission.

"..can I see? You don't have to tell me what happened of you don't want to Darlin, but I just want to heal it, make it easier to go about the rest of the days."

They glare down at him. Their eyes not saying what their mind is screaming.

"I don't need help Sam. I'm fine, I don't know why you smell super glue, I'm just a little bruised up, I tried to do a few tricks in-between shifting for some added flare and I failed a few times, nothing more." Their chest contracts as they lie to his face. He knows they're lying, he doesn't deserve to be lied to. But god is it easier to lie than admit they got in a fight over something as stupid as defending their pride.

"Darlin', that's a lie and we both know it, will you please just let me see? I won't touch, I just want to see how bad it is." He's being gentle, as always, and it only fuels Darlin' s anxiety, this fueling the unneeded anger.

"No, Sam, I don't need healing, I don't need you to overexert yourself just because I can't fucking back away from a fight because I'm stubborn as shit! You shouldn't have to deal with someone who just fucking throws themself at danger like some invulnerable idiot!"

Their hands are swinging as they speak, going all around in the air next to them and in front of them, they close their eyes for moment as they continue,

"You've said it multiple times, I'm not a tank, despite the nickname my pack gave me. And I know that! I do, I really do, but I don't need you constantly babying me over something small as a few-" they stop as they accidentally smacked Sam in their frantic tangent. Their eyes widen at the large red mark forming on Sam's temple. They stopped breathing the moment it happened, their eyes wide and filling with tears as they cover their mouth with the same hand that accidentally hit him.

"Darlin, I'm okay. It was an accident, don't panic. I'm perfectly fine." He reassures them as he blinks, it may have been an accident, but that doesn't not change the fact that Darlin has a strong slap, even accidental.

They shake their head, quickly getting up as they back slowly away from Sam, their hands now at their sides, shaking. They bump into the counter and flinch as it reopens a small cut on their back that has scabbed over. But the never look away from Sam.

They continue to back up, finding themself at the entrance to the long hallway, turning their head quickly and looking at Sam, tear filled eyes locked on the ground.

"I'm so sorry." And they turn and run down the hall. Locking themself in a bathroom.

Sam follows after them quickly, hesitating to knock on the door, but doing so anyway, he knows it's locked, he heard them turn it. He could easily break through but he doesn't need to spook them anymore than they already are.

"Darlin..? Hey, are you alright in there? Can you come out?" He gets no response to any of his questions just the sound of breaking glass and a frustrated Darlin', he doesn't know what to do, but he can hear their cries, of pain or something else he's not sure. So he does the only other thing he can think of, and calls David.

"..hello?"

"ah, hey, Mr. Shaw, um, sorry to call out of the blue, but I need your help with somethin'" Sam says, flinching as he can hear Darlin' breaking what sounds to be the hand mirror they got a year ago.

"Is everything alright? What happened? Where's Tank?" Sam can hear the concern in David's voice, the jingling of keys and murmuring of goodbyes to his mate in the background.

"Darlin is currently...locked in a bathroom, by themself, they're hurt, from what I don't know yet, but I came home and they smelled of super glue and blood. They're covered in bruises David..."

David sucks in a breath and sam can hear it over the call, a loud crash in bathroom making Sam flinch towards the door again.

"Sam? What was that?" David is in his car, the drive to Sam's house is about 15 minutes, so he's not very pleased to not know what happening.

Sam's voice is quiet as he feels helpless in the situation.

"I don't know...I just know that while they were on their usual tangent about not needing my help and all that, they seemed much more on edge and were swinging their arms around with ever word. They accidentally hit me in the head and now we're here.."

David tenses up. Now he knows why they're locked in the bathroom, and what sounds to be them breaking things.

"Sam, I need you to just leave them in the bathroom til I get there, this isn't the first time this has happened. They're not mad at you or anything, but this has happened before, to me."

(I have no idea why that underlined... I can't fix it either, sorry!)

Sam, although reluctantly, walks to the kitchen, leaning against the counter. He can hear them crying and it's breaking his heart.

"David what is going on?"

David finally arrives on the dirt road leading up to Sam's house, the gravel crunching under his wheels.

"...that's not my place to say. All I can tell you, is that they may be hostile or frantic when I get there, just know it's nothing you or I did. They're having PTSD and likely have no idea what's going on."

Sam can hear as David gets out of his truck, and walks to the door, the call dropping as he walks up. The red mark on Sam's temple is fading slowly, but it's not going to bruise, he knows that.

"they're in the bathroom down the hall.." Sam says as he lets David into the house. David takes slow, loud steps, letting Darlin recognize the footfalls as his.

"Tank..? You in there?" He says carefully, he doesn't know how bad this is. He tries the knob and finds it locked, not surprising.

"go away David! I don't need you here!" Their voice is loud, shaky, but loud. They're in pain, both physically and mentally, almost every injury they sealed earlier is ripped open now.

"Tank...I need you to open the door okay? You're safe here, nobody's mad. It was an accident, just like before, remember? Sam is okay." He can hear the small, quiet whimpers they're letting out. Though he gets no response. He turns to Sam.

"do you have anything to pick the lock?" Sam nods and walks into the kitchen, grabbing a small lockpick that came with the house when he bought it, handing it to David.

"Tank...i need you to back away from the door okay? I'm gonna open it. " He hears movement, shattered glass and other broken objects in the floor shifting around. He picks the lock and slowly opens the door. He did not expect to fin Darlin' balled up on the floor, surrounded by shattered glass and spilled soaps. He doesn't enter the bathroom, just sitting on the floor outside of the doorframe. They watch each other.

"do you know where you are right now Tank?" His voice is quiet and their eyes are darting all around his face.

".....my bathroom...." he blinks, that can mean two things.

"who's house are you in right now Tank, do you know?" His eyes are surveying their body, seeing the bits of blood from the cuts.

"...my mother's...." David takes a deep breath at that and swallows, shaking his head.

"no Tank. You're at Sam's house. You know Sam. He's your mate...." He hesitates at the last word, looking to Sma for confirmation, getting a gentle nod to his silent question.

".....Sam's house?" Their voice is incredibly quiet.

David nods, noticing the recognition in their eyes as they look around the bathroom and the hall behind David.

"....I hit him...." their eyes widen as they cover their mouth.

"Oh my god, David I hit him-!" Their eyes fill with tears again as their breath speeds up. He waves Sam over, he sticks his head in the doorframe.

"Tank, look, look at Sam. He's okay. There's no mark, no bruise. He's perfectly fine. "

Their eyes glance up at Sam and they look around his face for any sign of their accidental assault. They calm slightly as they find nothing. Though they refuse to look away from him now.

David enters the bathroom, glass crunching under his boots. He gently scoops Darlin' into his arms and carries them back out to the kitchen.

They're wiping their face harshly, trying remove any remnants of their breakdown.

"hate crying, it's gross, and sticky, and just....eugh." they mutter. Not even realizing how they just said almost the exact thing David told his mate all that time ago.

"...I'm sorry..." They whisper. Sam sitting in front of them, gently healing the wound they have.

Sam shakes his head, his gentle eyes looking into their sad ones.

"you have no reason to be sorry Darlin. You did what you had to."

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TA DAAAA not exactly what I had imagined writing, and it's not the argument I had wanted, so that's still coming, but I like the way this came out I think! Hope you enjoyed and I'm sorry it's so long-

#x reader #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #Angst #David shaw #Sam Collins #Darlin #idk how to tag this

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