#angelicaether

[cashandprizes]

Last Night I Found You (Wet)

Aether's Kinktober 2024 Day One | Angel/David | Knotting

CWs: NOT SAFE FOR TUMBLR/MINORS; Older! David who teaches at DAMN and runs the business side of Shaw Security x Transmasc!Angel; age gap (David is mid-to-late 40s and Angel is 19); chastity; pet play; safe-word usage; knotting; squirting; my best attempts at aftercare; Angel is fat and that matters to ME; Mexican David and Angel as told by @angelicaether and their propoganda

Credit to @/cafekitsune for the banner

Cross-posted to AO3.

There is a certain clarity that one can achieve seven days into chastity that opens the mind to connections not previously pieced together. Having spent so much time thinking about how badly he wants to orgasm and can't, Angel is completely aware of how he ended up here. 

"You make that constipated face every time I call you Davey," Angel pointed out, biting into an apple with a grin. David, who had paused lacing his shoes in the doorway, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily.

"Because my name isn't 'Davey', Angel; it's David." David finished tying his shoes and stood, fixing Angel with an exasperated yet undeniably fond look.

"Well, I need some kind of nickname for you," Angel reasoned, turning on the couch to face David. "And with you calling me Angel and all, it only feels fair that I have a special name for you too." Angel cocked their head to the side and tapped their chin as if in thought. "Snuggle bug?"

"No."

"Schnookums?"

"Absolutely not."

"Pooh Bear?"

"Angel."

"Daddy?" Angel paused, lips starting to form another ridiculous pet name but halting at the clear silence. David stood stock still, a red flush creeping up his neck and onto his face.

"Wait- really? Daddy?" Angel laughed quietly, mostly out of shock. "The big bad alpha wolf has a daddy kink?"

"Angel, you- stop saying that." David covered his face, groaning into his hands. Angel laughed again, charmed by his genuine reaction - especially the one tenting his gym shorts.

"How can I stop when you clearly like it, Daddy?" Angel sang, dropping their apple onto the coffee table and popping off the couch to reach David. "Especially when I can see how much… Daddy." Angel gripped David through his shorts, lightly pumping his thick cock through the fabric.

"You're never going to let this go, are you?" David sounded completely defeated, muttering into his hands and thrusting into Angel's fist.

"Nope," Angel replied cheekily. "Guess you'll just have to do a home workout today, huh?" Angel screeched as David hoisted him over his shoulder, kicking off his shoes and charging through the house. "You can grumble all you want, but you and I both know fucking me is your favorite workout, Daddy~!"

Once again, Angel had come face to face with a monster of their own making - his insatiable, bratty libido.

Angel shifted in his seat, feeling the cool metal of the chastity belt grinding unsatisfyingly against his pubic bone. Here he was, thinking about the orgasms he couldn't have because he'd foolishly referred to David as Daddy and sent their relationship down a high protocol vein that ended with him in the current moment desperate but unable to come.

Angel grinds against David’s shin, wriggling  for relief that doesn’t arrive. “Daddy, you have to let me out.” His face is screwed into his cutest pout, complete with teary eyes - not hard to produce when your body feels like it’s on fire with the sheer need to orgasm so hard your brain leaks out of your ears. 

“Angel, you wanted to do Locktober and prove how good you could be for Daddy,” David chides, voice mild  as if unaffected by Angel’s suffering. “We’re only seven days in, kitten. How are you going to make it through the rest of the month like this?”

Angel groans at the thought, three and a half more weeks of torture. Already, Angel feels like he’s climbing the walls out of sheer horniness. Angel had blown him that morning to the point of making David pop a knot in hopes that watching David come would take the edge off; instead he’d only been able to remember how delicious that knot felt when stuffed inside him and felt like he was descending further into madness. “Daddy, I can’t stop thinking about coming,” Angel whines, burying his face between David’s thighs and making eye contact with David’s growing cock through his slacks. “I can’t focus on anything m, and I tried to deepthroat my banana at lunch today and cried when my friend noticed. I’m delirious, I need to come, please, Daddy.”

“Oh, you beg so pretty Angel,” David praises, scratching his nails across Angel’s scalp. “But we agreed to 31 days. You’ll just have to be patient.” Angel whines louder, grinding his face against David’s denim-covered cock and salivating at the smell. “You can be patient for Daddy, can’t you?”

Angel whimpers, grinding the metal of the chastity belt against David’s leg faster with no relief. “Daddy, I can’t- I can’t keep going. I’m going crazy, I can’t do any work like this.” David soothingly cards his fingers through Angel’s hair, driving Angel more desperately against his shin.

“What is Daddy going to do with you, kitten? I’m starting to wonder if you’re part incubus, unable to do anything but think about sex all day.” David loosely fists his hand in Angel’s hair and tugs until Angel’s hazy eyes meet his own. “You can’t go an hour without thinking about me stuffing your cute little holes full of cum, can you?” 

Angel sticks his tongue out, letting drool pool on his tongue to drip onto David’s jeans beneath him. “More than once an hour , Daddy,” Angel slurs, looking up at David with half-lidded eyes. “Every five minutes, I think about how badly I want Daddy to hold me down and fuck me until my brain shorts out.”

David breathes hard through his nose, tightening his grip on Angel’s scalp. “Open wide, Angel,” David commands, tilting Angel’s head back further. Angel follows his directions with no issue, a marvel in and of itself, stretching his lips into a glossy, lewd O. David spits into his mouth, watching Angel shudder but otherwise remain still as David lets the saliva pooling on his tongue drip into their mouth. “Swallow, good boy,” David growls, watching Angel’s throat work and his pink tongue pop back out. “God, my slutty little kitten can’t go five minutes without thinking about Daddy breeding his needy pussy, can he? You were made to be brainless on my cock, weren’t you?”

“Made for it,” Angel echoes, fisting his hands in the fabric of David’s pants. “Please let me have it, Daddy. Please let me out; I don’t know if I can keep going.” David looks thoughtful, releasing Angel’s hair and cupping his face softly.

“Do you need to safeword, Angel? I’m not going to be disappointed if you’re at your limit kitten. You’ve already done so well for me.” Angel feels tears prick in his eyes, nodding and pressing into David’s hand. “Say the word, Angel, and I’ll take it off with no consequences.”

“Truck, please,” Angel whimpers, tears spilling over when David easily hauls him up into his lap and presses their foreheads together. “I want it off, please, Davey.” David rips the chain holding the key from his neck and shoves Angel’s boxers down in a quick move. He whispers mindless praise into Angel’s ears as he carefully unlocks the device, sliding it off of Angel’s hips and tossing it carelessly to the floor.

“Good boy, Angel, such a good boy telling me your limit,” David whispers, wrestling his own shirt off so he can press their bare chests together. “You’ve been so obedient for me, Angel. You make me so fuckin’ proud, and I’m so damn lucky to have you in my life, beautiful boy.” Angel stifles a sob in David’s chest, equal parts relief, validation, and anticipation. “You made it seven whole days for me. You did amazing. You endured so much and told me when you had enough; you’re so good for me, Angel.”

Angel sniffles, settling as David wraps his arms around him and squeezes with just the right amount of pressure. “You’re not mad at me for using my safeword,” Angel asks nervously, playing with the waist of David’s pants.

“Never, Angel. I will never be upset with you for setting boundaries with me like this,” David murmurs into his hair, tilting Angel’s head up to make soft eye contact. “You did the right thing, and I’m so proud of you Angel. Thank you for trusting me with your body.”

Angel giggles a bit, knocking their foreheads together lightly. “Well, I like it when Daddy’s in control of my body, but I think I like it more when that means multiple orgasms as opposed to none.” David chuckles, gliding his nose down Angel’s cheek until their lips meet.

“Of course you do, you absolute menace. If you had it your way, we’d spend all day in bed fucking just to do it all over again the next day.” Angel grins, blinking away the last of the tears and kisses him again.

“That could be us if it weren’t for late-stage capitalism, Davey.” Angel swipes his hands across his cheeks, looking rosy, flushed, and most importantly, up to no good as per usual. “My ancestors would want me to be well fucked every day, you know. You should make that happen.”

David nips at Angel’s mouth, failing to suppress the growl that builds in his chest. The thought of keeping Angel plugged on his knot for hours, wrapped up in his arms with a swollen t-dick - Angel knows exactly how wild it drives his wolf. “I see you’re feeling more like yourself,” he breathes against Angel’s soft lips. Angel spreads his thighs, straddling David properly so he can grind himself across David’s re-hardening cock. “I’m assuming you’d like to start making up for lost time, if the wet spot on my pants is any indication, hm?” Angel nods vigorously, already leaving wet kisses across David’s jaw and down his neck.

David reaches down where Angel is hot and leaking, sliding his fingers through the slickness and circling his t-dick with light strokes. Angel whimpers immediately, curling in on himself at the immediately oversensitivity. "Daddy, I'm gonna come so fast," Angel moans, catching his fingers in David's hair and tugging. "Please don't stop, god; don't stop Daddy."

“You’ve been so good for Daddy, haven’t you kitten?” Angel mewls in response, sinking his teeth into David’s pectorals and rocking his hips into long fingers framing his t-dick. “I need to spoil you for being so good, don’t I? How many orgasms do you think you’ve earned Angel?” David grazes sharp canines over Angel’s ear and places a soft kiss at his temple.

“So many, Daddy. I was so- so good- oh right there-” Angel moans, working his hips in a frenzy as his stomach flutters and tenses. “‘M gonna come already, Daddy - please let me come!” Angel shudders hard, nails dragging down David’s scalp to leave raised lines down his shoulders. “I can’t- can’t hold it, please let me come I wanna be good please-” Angel is cut off by David removing his fingers, a high and instinctive whine leaving his throat.

David grabs Angel’s hips with both hands, digging his fingers into the soft flesh and pulling until Angel has to fall back on his elbows to catch himself. David arranges Angel’s legs over his shoulders and buries his face in David’s slick-soaked pussy as Angel struggles for balance and nearly brains himself on David’s knee. “David, what the- oh fuck, Daddy-” Angel starts but never finishes as David licks a slow, wet line from the top of his t-dick to his leaking hole. David lets out a low growl that reverberates down his tongue and right into Angel’s cunt, forcing a messy gush of slick to smear across his full lips.

“Fuck, I missed the way you taste right here, Angel,” David groans, burying the length of his tongue inside Angel and bumping his nose against Angel’s throbbing and swollen t-dick. He spears his tongue and slurps, making lewd sounds as he eats Angel right up to the edge of a long-awaited orgasm. “Love how messy you get just for me, kitten.” David sighs like he’s coming home and drags his tongue over Angel’s t-dick with slow, hard flicks. “Love when you soak my beard so I can’t stop smelling my sweet little pussy cat.”

Angel whimpers, digging their fingers into the comforter beneath them and arching into David’s mouth. David grabs two fistfuls of Angel’s ass and uses it to keep him stable as he fastens his mouth around Angel’s engorged t-dick and sucks hard. Angel has a split second’s worth of air to yelp before his impending orgasm locks him into place. “Come for me, Angel,” David murmurs right on time as Angel clenches so hard his body goes rigid in a deep arch and he comes into David’s waiting mouth.

“Jesus- fuck-” Angel whispers, eyes rolling back. David doesn’t let up, continuing to suck hard and flick the underside of his t-dick until Angel isn’t sure if he’s coming again or if the first one never ended. “Daddy, Daddy,” Angel slurs as his shoulders slump back onto the bed, “Need it inside, in me- please?”

“You beg so fucking pretty, Angel,” David groans, manhandling Angel until he’s bent over the arm of the sofa  with his ass in the air. David manages to get his belt open and his pants down mid-thigh before he decides dry cleaning exists for a reason and slides his cock through Angel’s mess. “Like I can deny how badly I want to be buried in this pussy, kitten.” David brings a big hand down on the inside of Angel’s thigh, swatting until Angel arches his back and spreads his legs wider. “Let Daddy see, kitten. I’ll make it all better.”

Angel wiggles his ass enticingly, prompting David to leave a nice red handprint on the fattest part just because he can. He lines his cock up with Angel’s pussy, barely nudging into the tight squeeze. “Please daddy, please stretch me out,” Angel begs, trying to rock backwards until David grabs his hips in a firm grip to hold them still. David’s fingers dig into heated flesh that spills between his fingers hard enough to bruise as he savors the view after a week of blowjobs and quick thigh fucking while Angel was in chastity. 

Angel starts to complain at the slow pressure, but then David drags Angel’s hips back as he pushes in until he sinks to the hilt in one long thrust. “Fuck- yes-” Angel squeaks, clinging to the couch as David sets a brutal pace of nailing his g-spot on every thrust until all Angel can do is scream. “Yes, yes, yesyesyesy-” Angel gasps and flails, the clear sign of the kind of orgasm that David can’t help but like the most out of his small, squealing mate. David  hunches over so he can plaster his sweaty chest to Angel’s back and squeeze a hand under Angel to stroke his t-dick hard and fast. “Daddy- ‘s gonna come out, ‘m gonna squirt- oh- C-hrist-!”

David strokes in time with his thrusts, grinding down with his fingers and up with his hips until Angel wails. Angel claws at the couch, caught between David’s fingers and his cock and overwhelmed with so much sensation. “That’s it, make a mess on my fingers Angel.” Angel chokes out a faint “Daddy-” and flails again, so hard David has to wrap an arm around his waist to keep him from throwing them both off the couch. “Good boy, come for me,” David growls, grinding his fingers against Angel’s t-dick until Angel squirts in several short bursts.

Angel sobs, eyes rolling back in his head as he gushes onto David’s hand and the comforter beneath them. “Just like that,” David growls, fitting his teeth into the junction of Angel’s neck and shoulder. “One more, Angel, give me- one- more-” David gasps, feeling his knot starting to inflate as Angel holds his cock in a chokehold. “You want this knot, don’t you kitten?”

Angel whines, too strung out on pleasure to do anything but fuck back onto David’s cock as an answer. David keeps the pressure of his fingers constant, pinching and pulling at Angel’s t-dick as he takes his own pleasure with his still spasming pussy. “You gonna be a good boy and take it for me?” Angel whimpers, reaching down to lace his fingers with David’s over his belly where he can feel David hitting his cervix with every thrust.

Teeth buried in Angel’s shoulder, David feels the growl start in the center of his chest and rumble out into their skin as his knot starts to catch on Angel’s puffy and abused rim. He shifts from thrusting to grinding, feeling his knot expand until he can hardly move. “Daddy- Alpha-” Angel whines, knowing just how to push him over the edge. David bites down hard enough to draw blood, canines lengthening and nails sharpening into claws as his balls finally draw up and the first jet of cum leaves his cock. They howl together, Angel from the overstimulation and one last orgasm and David from the sheer pleasure of his mate milking his knot.

Time blurs, as it often does when David knots his mate doggy style with his face buried in the nearest surface. David comes back to himself licking the wound he left on Angel’s shoulder with healing magic on his tongue as his balls give a few valiant, last twitches. Angel’s breathing is soft, his mate clearly dozing lightly in his arms. At some point he must have flipped them onto their sides and pulled his mate close, the instinctual urge to protect his mate from his hindbrain taking over.

“Angel,” David brushes his lips across Angel’s ear, drawing a soft noise from his mate. He rubs their entangled hands across Angel’s stomach, feeling Angel squeeze his fingers and reach his other hand back to scratch across David’s scalp. “How are you feeling, Angel? Was that- too much?” Angel hums dreamily, dragging his hand down to cup  David’s cheek and patting it a few times.

“Fucked stupid,” Angel hums, dropping his arm and sighing contently. “I don’t think I can feel my legs,” he slurs, cuddling back into David’s warmth. 

“Good kind of can’t feel them?” Angel hums in agreement, tilting his head to the side to receive soft kisses down the column of his throat. “Good, so good for me Angel,” he whispers, peppering kisses across his jaw and his temples. “I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my life, Angel. You did so well, using your safeword and being good for me, kitten.” Angel preens and stretches, allowing David’s soft cock to slip out followed by a slow trickle of cum.

“I guess I’m not opposed to doing this again,” Angel admits, twisting at the waist to kiss David squarely on the mouth. David holds Angel’s chin to deepen the kiss, soft and intimate with the taste of Angel’s cum still on David’s tongue.

“So, does that mean you’re ready to put this back on tomorrow morning, Angel?” David teases, helping Angel turn so their chests are pressed together. David gently traces the scars across Angel’s chest as Angel hums thoughtfully.

“Only if Daddy leaves work early on Friday, and we go to your cabin so you can hunt me,” Angel decides, the cheeky smile on their face betraying that he doesn’t think David will agree.

“I’ll text Ash tomorrow and have the cleaning crew come through this week then,” David responds with a wolfish grin, grabbing Angel’s thighs so he can hoist him off the couch and over his shoulder as he makes for the stairs. “Guess you’ll have to get all those orgasms out of your system tonight, kitten. It’s gonna be a long week.”

[milogreer]

david, obviously

@angelicaether asked: David for the send me a character ask game ^^

thank you both !! let's talk about our beloved alpha 🫶🏼 ↳ send me a character!

My first impression: REALLY REALLY GOOD. really good. immediately felt on top of the world getting to be a little shithead bc i love to push a tsundere’s buttons. i did get so embarrassed listening to one of them that i had to stop listening for the night LMAO that didn’t have anything to do with david himself but it was related to the jealousy audio

My impression now: a new davey audio is like a one way ticket to sleepy town for me, he is such a comforting presence and his voice is like magic. i love him very much and i don’t know if it’s because he’s courtney’s fave or because i’m a milo girl or what, but he’s like a brother in law to me most of the time. and i have like…. object impermanence with him HAHA like i tend to forget just how much i adore him until he comes back around. i can sit here and be like “teehee he’s my BIL!” but if i were to go listen to a davey audio rn i’d get all melty 😭 he’s like a sleeper agent

A favorite thing: nooobodyyyy does family like david. NOBODY. getting the pack in line when they started bullying milo too much. taking milo to the side after the inversion to make sure he knows that no matter what, he’s still going to be part of the pack. sharing stories of gabe with angel. agreeing to a double wedding with his best friend so they can celebrate being with their unempowered mates in a grand, public display of love. everything he did for darlin. he would move hell itself for anyone in the pack

Least favorite thing: doesn’t like minecraft and his go to smash level is final destination with the smash ball only. where is your WHIMSY!

Favorite line/scene: hmm…. i haven’t listened to davey’s playlist in A While so this is hard. i think i’ve gotta go with the lottery ticket scene in the camping audio 💕 him asking angel to scratch it with him sent me into fuckin orbit with all the emotions i was experiencing. i love when david talks about gabe 🥺 it’s always so sweet

Favorite interaction they have with another: THE DAVID/DARLIN HUG MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME. i was so glad he was there during that run of audios bc god knows darlin needed all the support they could get and the hug was really the icing on the cake. loveee when characters who don’t typically hug or seem the type to hug do finally get a hug 💖

A character that I wish they would interact with more: sweetheart sweetheart sweetheart oh my god please . PLEASE even with the party audios there is not nearly enough inter-pack mingling !!! those two going head to head in the smash tournament was sooo awesome

A headcanon: this kinda goes with my answer above bc i want them to be friends SO BADLY: i love the thought of davey and sweetheart exchanging horror movie recommendations and having in-depth discussions about them !! 

A song: teeth by aviators 😵‍💫💕 if anyone reading this hasn’t heard it then please listen to it rn it makes me feel feral

An unpopular opinion: JUSTICE FOR THE JEALOUSY AUDIO. i haven’t listened to it in a while but i stand by the opinion that angel was acting shady as hell for no reason and i mean maybe he was a little rough around the edges about it but he handled the situation better than i would’ve expected. i’ve seen people call him toxic and say they never would’ve stuck around but like would you have stuck around if you were in his shoes and the person you loved was acting the way angel did? the jealousy audio rly isn’t as bad as people make it out to be imho

[zozo-01]

Hi!! I really loved the James fic you posted it was very very sweet! I was wondering if you would mind me borrowing Beloved as a name for his listener (with credit of course) since I don’t think they have an official name! I’ve been wracking my brain for one but the way you wrote them and the name felt very inspired! If not that’s fine! Lovely fic I really enjoyed it!! Have a wonderful day <33

ABSOLUTELY!!!! I'd love to be tagged too cuz I wanna read it!!!! And I'm so glad that you loved the fic!!!!! Your tags on your reblog really made my dayyyy!!!

[pycth]

The Shaw Pack Wedding 🕊️

(Ft. My beloved @angelicaether ‘s Angel and David)

Hot Boy Honeymoon event on the Sky Side server~

This time the theme is weddings and honeymoons in honor of the pack wedding!

The things that audio made me feel was SICK I LOVED IT SO MUCH

Here’s my quick notes it—

Nothing will ever take me out quicker than Asher’s “I’m gonna be a husband!” It’s been on loop in my head since the video came out and it’s never going away

The listeners silence will never not be funny to me, I’m sorry—lowkey wish Sam was a part of the mate car tho, could’ve gotten wolf time too pleasee

Y’all heard Milo’s inner Lasko slip out there when talking about being nervous with Sam right lmaoo

Hey so fuck you David for that beautiful speech you gave Ash, I’m literally rolling on the floor choking and sobbing (It was actually his vows to Asher, if you wanted to him instead should’ve just said so /pos) that “more words” part was actually very real and hit too hard

I’m too much of a sucker for when any of the wolf boys hug

“We still got enough time for me to beat your ass and get you cleaned back up, Beta-boy” quoted at least once a day

Milo’s voice crack when he tells Asher ”I love you too, asshole, come here.” MY BOYSSS 😭

Also fuck you too Milo for the Gabe quote

More silence, but the crying and whimpers from both of them in the background please be still my heart

WE’RE MARRIEDDD‼️

Bonus of Angel and Baaabe’s vows written by Aether and yours truly—

[nortyourself]

No thoughts just Arm

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[autisticempathydaemon]

Hello... again! Are you hyperfixated on RedactedAudio?

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Fanfiction:

@agentplutonium: they/them

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Sten is one of if not the writer that comes to mind when you're looking for amazing Guy/Honey content! Highlights: Bitter Melon is my personal favorite of their work; what can I say? I'm a sucker for a little jealousy in my fics. You also can't miss Honeysuckle, their most recent piece which gets into Guy's canonically less-than-pure mind~

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Fanart:

@androgynouspenguinexpert

Can YOU believe Penguin's only been posting art since, like, December? I certainly can't, because it's like they've drawn every boy at this point and each is as smoochable and adorable as the last. Highlights: Their Porter is one of my favorites; what can I say? Who can resist this high ponytail and cape combo? I also love their Hush, cause look at him~! He's adorable! Penguin gives all these boys such luscious, floofable hair; I love them!

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Kindly, lovingly, respectfully, Cute's listeners designs reduce me to a sniveling, simpering puddle of a simp. I become nothing but a humble, simple straight man, and none of you came blame me good god their listeners are hotter than all the redacted men- Highlights: Like, look at their Lovely: the hair, the singlet, the VIBES? Fuckin irresistible; like Vincent, I'd give them anything their heart desires. And their ANGEL? The MINUTE David Shaw fumbles that bag, I'm on my knees with a ring hello earth angel will you be mine

@darling-solaire

Darl has been posting art for only a month and a half at the writing of the post, and yet I feel like I've loved their Solaires for forever. They, as a unit, are hot and tragic as fuck, and I love them. Highlights: I am obsessed, particularly, with the Solaire family portraits, but maybe that's because my girl Alexis is up there, and I love her. There's also this bust compilation of more Redacted boys in case you didn't find your favorite in the Solaires~!

@free-boundsoul: she/her

Okay so, like, vibe with me did you ever love Lisa Frank products with the bright, saturated colors and sparkling eyes but wish instead of cuddly animals that there were really hot men? Then Savvie is the artist for you~ Highlights: One, it's fun to see a Regulus that's not blue, okay? It's thinkin outside the box. Two, the CRACKS? WITH THE GOLD PEEKING THROUGH? I'm inconsolable my god. Speaking of daemons, Fool!Gavin is sort of everything to me. He's just really rocking that sweater vest!

@hotmcrodz: he/they

I know for a fact that I'm not the only one obsessed with the way Jai draws human anatomy. I have unironically seen a Jai piece in the tag and gone "WOWZA" like I'm Jim Carrey in The Mask; that's what they do to me. Highlights: This Milo was one of the pieces that made my eyes pop out my head like a cartoon wolf; I think it's the shirtlessness plus the muscle pose. I just couldn't handle it. I also reacted like that to their Babe because I am an equal opportunity pervert /hj

@izzuku: he/they

Izzuku designs characters with the most realistic and gorgeous body types; like, I love the soft jawlines and how warm and touchable they draw skin. Every Izzuku design is kissable as hell. Highlights: I have to recommend his Regulus and Hush designs, obviously, they're my favorite men. However, I can't let the world go by another rotation without recommending this special Halloween version of Vincent~!

@kilarthmac: she/they

In case we needed another reason to love and appreciate the iconic timestamping account we all recognize from the Redacted comments, we cannot neglect their fanart! Highlights: Like, look at this brought-back-wrong Vega! This Hush with his cute face and off-putting air! He's so cute and so weird! I also love this piece they've done for one of my favorite rarepairs, Imperium!Lasko/Adam~

@latenightsleeper: he/they/it/she

My kinfolk and my beloved, one of the few people who understand me and the vision that is beautiful, blonde, dumb and lovable Christian. They will give you so many feelings about Darlin and Christian, and they will cause you agony /pos Highlights: Obviously, I'm obsessed with the Tank/Christian art like this one (Christian is just so cuuute), but we're all obsessed with this Sam/Darlin animatic set to Eat Your Young.

@maxpaulll

An amazing artist that I'm so glad we managed to get to migrate to Tumblr from Twitter so I could put them on this list~ Highlights: I am obsessed always with their Indigenous character designs, especially David. Like, look at him, he's indescribably beautiful, outshone by no one except maybe Max's Imp!Vega, because oh my god look at him~

@nortyourself: she/her

I don't think there's anyone who's not obsessed with at least one of Rachel's pieces; like, I believe she'll get to every Redacted man with the speed and beauty she works. Even Reticuli has gotten the Rachel treatment and been made hot af. Highlights: Technically, this Imperium!Damien just takes me breath away; like, it would be blown up and framed in his palace (for all of his short and tempestuous reign). Personally, her Hush has a dear and special place in my heart. He's just my favorite~!

@penncilkid: any pronouns

One of the most gorgeous and darling and non-stop creators in the space! They're a true triple threat, kicking our hearts in the butt with their art, their writing, and their audio roleplay series~ Highlights: With so many mediums under their belt, it's so hard to choose. If you're looking for purely Redacted content, their art is prolific and so creative, I've got to share the whole gallery. If you're in the market for a new VA to fall in love with, you've got to check out their youtube channel~!

@pycth: any pronouns

I dont have anything creative or profound to say here- all of pycth's designs are smoking hot and would render me selectively mute with a glance, 'nuff said. Highlights: How can I PICK? Ugh, hottest of the hot that comes to mind has got to be their President Moore art; like, this pose isn't FAIR. On the other end of the spectrum, if you want your heart kicked in the butt, I don't think any of us are over this Sam piece or ever will be.

@rainingcatsandjune: any pronouns

Another new artist who's only been here since April, and yet- I would die for his and his fine-ass, touchable Sam. Like, hell, render any man pretty like that, and I'll die for him. That's how pretty this art is. Highlights: Like, look at him. How does one do anything but look at him, especially in this pose? Again, look at him! Look at the hands. The soft, touchable glow and how it lights and shades his and Darlin's skin. The broad shoulders good god~

@sainthowlzon: they/he

You can't turn a corner on tumblr without seeing some of Howl's adorable Scribble Dolls or Icons! (Or any other social media actually. I feel like I've deffo seem some of Howl's icons on Tiktok too.) They're cute, they're iconic, and there's one for almost everyone! Highlights: Here's that full set of icons for your perusal; my personal favorite is Asset's. And here's the full set of Redacted Scribble Dolls; my favorite is Regulus, I think, because of his freaky vibes, but it's so hard to pick!

@sincerelywhistler: any pronouns

Like everyone with a working set of eyes and a beating heart, I am obsessed with all of Wes's designs; like, who wouldn't fall in love at first sight with all those beautiful and often shirtless people? Highlights: There's honestly too many to pick from, but I'll TRY. Their Gavin is an absolute must, I share it with the Discord on sight, he's that it girl if you will. Oh, and one cannot neglect Avior's HBS piece; I'm not even an Avior girlie, and I was like daaaaaamnnnnnnn~

@slushiepizza: they/them

Where would all the guy-lovers be without Slushie and their absolute cornucopia of Guy and Honey delights? Like, where else would we get our homemade, MacGyver'd serotonin? Highlights: The "Everyday" series is everything to me, and I mean everything; Guy has become too relatable and has struck me right in the heart. If you're not in a Guy mood, I'm also in love with their older, cozy Anton~!

@s0lairee: she/they

Jo's style is just so clean, so cute, and I really love it when they play with lighting in their pieces. Like, we are almost, almost there to making me stan Vincent if you're gonna drape him in moonlight like that... Highlights: ...thought, if I had to pick, I'd probably lean more towards Vincent's partner. They're rocking the red eyes, I love them! I'm also obsessed with their freckle-y, sweet Lasko, because who isn't?

@strawberrybouvine: he/they

The artistic equivalent of gourmet candy, I am absolutely obsessed with the gorgeous colors of Jasper's art and cannot get enough of the sweetness! Is this sugar running through my veins or unparalleled cuteness? Highlights: I'm not even a David stan but, like, jesus christ, the long hair and hairy chest makes me want to go feral. Don't even get me started on the cuteness of his chibi art, I really will start foaming at the mouth.

@theflowersaremine

I don't know exactly what medium Haylin uses or what colors or effects they use, but goddamn it makes those men so dreamy. I'm not even a Sam stan, but that's a smoochable man right out of Gilmore Girls /pos Highlights: Like, are you seeing the Gilmore Girls vision? That's a handsome man from a wholesome show geared for women- almost as handsome as this art of David. I see this smile in my dreams; it's so beautiful.

@venuslove-28: any pronouns

Venus's art is strawberry and vanilla soft serve injected straight into my heart; it's so familiar and cute, so charming, and I want to stim and bounce in excitement when I see it. Does that make sense? It'll make sense when you see it. Highlights: Personally, I have never and I will never stop thinking about this Huxley, I am simply not capable. Their Avior is also cuter than all get-out, I must admit.

@wingless-cupid

I don't think anyone does cute and colorful and pastel and kawaii quite like Cupid. You can't help but look and admire all the eye-catching colors and then want to hug their cheery, dynamic characters! Highlights: I'm highkey obsessed with their Freelancer and DAMNily and all their d(a)emons in general. Like, look at this! Minh is such a cutie and a simp, I love them! I'm also constantly thinking about this art in particular, because look at all these PRICELESS EXPRESSIONS!

@yoteako: he/it

Would you like stunning, high quality art and tragic, old man yaoi on your dash? That's a silly question; of course you do which is why we're going to follow and love on Yote. Highlights: See how beautiful, doomed, and intimate this multi-page comic is about two characters who've never canonically spoken? That's devotion. On the less forsaken side of the narrative, their Gavin/Lasko ship art is embedded into my heart.

If you’re reading all the way here, I hope you found the post helpful and smiled while making your way through it! Or both! The RedactedAudio fandom is truly one of my favorite spaces on the internet; it’s so intimate and creative, and I’ve found some amazing, perfect friends here, so I hope you will too 💖

[sincerelywhistler]

“He didn’t want to be alone anymore. He didn’t want them to be alone anymore.”

A belated birthday commission from @angelicaether for beloved @nortyourself 🤍

BUT WAIT. This piece is a featured scene in Aether’s so-stinkin-sweet-it’ll-rot-your-teeth fic titled Cereal Bowls. READ IT.

Go give both Aether’s masterpiece and our wonderful Rachel some extra lovin!

[hotmcrodz]

Finished another commission for @angelicaether with david and their angel!

Please dont use, save or distribute this art piece thank you!

[venuslove-28]

commission i did for the lovely @angelicaether of david and their angell <33

check out my kofi for commission slots!<3

[ryoko-san]

(Yandere! Freelancer AU Comic Halloween project special)

Thank you to the lovely @angelicaether for creating another silly redacted group project, this took a while to get done 💀

[milogreer]

Happy birthday!

thank you! 🥰 🎉

[penncilkid]

Welcome back to

The SkySide Redacted Awards! [Rec List Edition]

(Once more, there's a few NSFW mentions here so mdni, please and thank you)

This segment was titeled The Exhibition of Admiration! The main rule was that your submission couldn't be something you made, and we had quite the collection of submissions! So, without further ado, let's go!

Category: Shaw Pack

They Broke The Mould When They Made You // Written by BlueWhispers

Moments That Flash By // Written by @bratty-telepath

House Call // Written by @romirola

Bedroom with a View // Written by @/romirola

At Your Altar // Written by @angelicaether

An Unexpectedly Good Night // Written by LiveRandom

This lovely art of David by @sincerelywhistler

And this lovely art of Milo by @hotmcrodz

Category: DAMN Crew

Stress Relief // Written by @calicostorms

honey, baby, love // Written by @/calicostorms

Secret OP Dominant Side // Written by CatArsenal

Formidable // Written by @lovelylonerliterature

This art of Gavin and FL by @ryoko-san

And this oh so scrumptious art of Gavin by @/sincerelywhistler (Wes, you're in here a lot, fair warning /lh)

Category: Carpe Deus + Sovereign State

V1309 Scorpii // Written by @/calicostorms

And That's Why We Broke Up // Written by @dominimoonbeam

resist and elongate // Written by @gingerbreadmonsters

easy pickings // Written by @/gingerbreadmonsters

This DIVINE art of Vega by @yoteako

And this lovely art of Hush by @nortyourself

Category: The Imperium

All (For Nothing At All) // Written by @agentplutonium

the devil's threesome // Written by @ejunkiet

Weighted Blanket // Written by @teafairywithabook

Two pieces of art, both from @/nortyourself! One of Imp!Damien and one of Imp!Vincent

Category: Contemporary/Unempowered Stories

Oh, Baby, Baby // Written by @/lovelylonerliterature

Nine to Five // Written by @bicyclepainting

This oh so fun art of Aaron/Smartass by @thefablefoxart

And this funky fun art of Guy by @slushiepizza

Category: House of Solaire

Get Me Out Of Here // Written by @/dominimoonbeam

五二零 // Written by @/gingerbreadmonsters

This tasty art of Porter by @pycth

And this cozy art of by @sri-rachaa

Category: Sadism's Hold (+ Yandere Friends)

alone with you (does that make sense?) // Written by @/nortyourself

Still Here // Written by Anonymous

No One Is Coming To Save You // Written by LoveRun

This chilling art of Regulus by @/sincerelywhistler

And this bonus Regulus art by @dyswarpia

Category: The Balance

Face to Face, Miles Away // Written by troubadour_main

motion capture // Written by @/gingerbreadmonsters

This nostalgic art of Blake and Bestie by @androgynouspenguinexpert

This DELICIOUS (sorry my demons) art of Blake by @/sincerelywhistler

And this lovely art of Brachium also by @/sincerelywhistler

Category: Project Meridian

you touched me (and suddenly I was a lilac sky) // Written by @autisticempathydaemon

Canon reminiscent art of Michael (Yes, Angel's ex) as an ETS worker by @/pycth

And this moody art of James and Asset by @itsdaifuku

Thank you all for submitting all of these works! Go check out everything here for yourselves!

[zozo-01]

"maybe god does love you enough to save you. maybe they were god all along."

This fic is part of the 'Hot Boi Summer Springback' Event ran by the Skyside Discord and organized by the lovely @angelicaether!! Thank you Aether and everyone else for participating in the event and you can read all of their fics on this master list here!!

For this I heard one line from Sam about how he wanted Darlin' ever since he's met them, and of course I had to fucking run with it!! Mix in a little religious trauma and boom!! Fic has been made. :) Thank you to @lovelylonerliterature for being my beta reader and @autisticempathydaemon, @cashandprizes and @horrorscoupes for being my IRL Sam Collinses, hehehe. (Also Lo, the other religious trauma fic is coming. >:3)

CW: Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Guilt, sam was raised southern baptist and it shows, darlin isn't catholic but they were also raised religiously, Self-Hatred, sam hates himself for being a vampire , Mentioned Alexis (Redacted ASMR), Mentioned Quinn (Redacted ASMR), only by names and action, Blood Mention, Blood Drinking, Disordered Eating, he is a vampire after all and he hates it, Mentioned Character Death, Referenced Character Death, Mentions of Minor Injuries, darlin is involved so of course there are injuries, sam is going through an existential crisis while darlin is just there teehee

click here for the ao3 link!!!

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There were two types of blood to Samuel Collins. The ones he could barely tolerate and the ones he downright detested. It took a while for some of the former to graduate into the latter, but he doubted that he would ever be the kind of vampire that would savour the taste of blood. It was fuel, barely even food to him.

He chugged another blood bag, following it with a sip of his bourbon. The alcohol burned down the tangy aftertaste, making it slightly easier to digest it. For the first time in a decade, he found himself in an intense hunger, almost as bad as his bloodlust. He couldn't figure out what it was. He didn't feel extra stress, nor was he exerting his magic all that much. Whatever the case was, the result was him downing more blood than he did during his newborn years.

He sighed, staring at the empty bag and cup in his hands. He would wonder what he did to deserve all of this, but he's known the answer since he was younger and brighter. Throwing the bag into the trash, he poured himself a full glass of his bourbon and flopped onto his couch. Sam took a swing, hoping to get rid of the residual blood clinging to his throat. 

He hated himself for the fact that he needed blood to survive, he was a healer for God's sake. Yet he hated himself for hating himself in the first place, stuck in a vicious cycle that would never end. There was nothing wrong with drinking blood, it's the same principle of humans eating meat. Sometimes, the lion has to eat the gazelle in order to survive. The circle of life. But Sam couldn't help but feel disgusted, filth finding its way from heart and tainting his body. 

Guilt ate him alive, his old prejudices coming back to haunt him. He's met wonderful vampires, both before and after his turning. And he would never think of Vincent as a monster. But he couldn't help the little thoughts in his head that the fact that he was a vampire was wrong. He was just a monster, a feeder and a leech. (It's funny how his father's voice haunted him to this day.)

Sam never understood the difference between drinking the supposed blood of Christ and this, one was deemed holy and the other made him a heathen. If he drank blood from a holy source, then would his sins be washed away? Was there a chance that if he swallowed his pride and walked to the altar with a chalice in hand, would God, the Forgiving, forgive him?

The vampire forsaken God long after he was forsaken. It didn't stop Sam from making small prayers when times got rough, despite the fact that He wouldn't hear him. Some habits die hard, he knows that all too well.

He wondered how long it would take for him to make peace with his new lease on life. There was no chance of trying to go vegan, he'd exhausted every avenue of research in that direction. Meaning this was it. There was nothing more he could do to save his damned soul. He loathes Alexis a little more each day he goes without the sun kissing his skin like it used to.

Daddy always said that he was a dirty sinner at heart, his soul was stained from birth. It made sense that his physical body would match his sinning core. Alexis was just God's punishment for the monster that he was. Maybe if he spent more time on his hands and knees, he would have escaped his fate.

(That didn't explain them though. There was no way that He would send them his way. If Alexis was his punishment, then they were his salvation. Yet the only reason he could conceive as to why they came into his life was to punish him harder, teach him a lesson he's spent his life internalizing. He'd only pray that they won't get caught up in his hellish flames.)

It took two cups of bourbon and a whole lot of water for Sam to finally stop gagging at the blood. Funny how when he was younger, he would lick his bloody lips as a showing of strength and pride. He felt powerful when he consumed his blood. Now look at him, disdain was all that was left of the broken man sitting on the couch.

Time travel was the only answer to his problem, going back to the past to tell his younger self that Alexis wasn't worth it. The fun and wild thrill she gave wasn't worth the utter agony that would come his way. At the very least, he would tell himself to make it clearer to her that he didn't feel the same. But he didn't, and he got exactly what he deserved.

There's no use living in the past, he told himself out loud. What's done is done and all he could do was make do with the hand life has dealt him. Staring out the window, the millions of stars stared back at him with judgment. Fuck them, who gave them the right to cast their holy gaze to him. Not when they stood high up on their throne in heaven. They had no idea how hard it was to stay pure down on Earth. Lucky bastards must be thrilled to watch him suffer for their entertainment.

(Doesn't that sound familiar? I'm talking about you.)

His residual anger was enough to burn the forest surrounding his forced home, but he had to get it under control. There was time to rage and lament to the world, but tonight wasn't it, not when they would be coming by shortly.

The partnership he had with Darlin' was tentative, despite him already saving their sorry ass. Both of them were still trying to feel the other out, ready to pounce if the other showed signs of traitorous actions. Beyond that, he could tell that Darlin' was a good person with their heart in the right place. A bit of a bleeding heart, something he didn't expect at all, but it was a welcome surprise. If they met in different circumstances, then things may have been different.

If they had been born earlier, or him later, then they may have caught each other on the D.A.M.N. Campus. He'd stare at them, hopelessly enamoured with the shifter that stood maybe a few feet away. How could he not, they were absolutely beautiful. Prettier than the songbirds that would fly by or the sun's light that formed a halo on their head. His buddies would laugh at him, dying that the Samuel Collins, fuckboy extraordinaire, fell in love. But hell must have frozen over, for he was a fool just for them.

He would saunter towards them, his flirty tone immediately dismantled by their smile. Yet his awkwardness would endear them for some reason and they would let him court them, something no one thought he was capable of.

He would lead them back to his house, laying them on his bed and showing them how much he loved them-

Sam's mouth dried up and his fangs started to ache at the thought of their body under him. Goddamn it, he needed another damn blood bag. Trudging back to the kitchen, he drained another bag, not bothering with a cup as he drank straight from the bourbon bottle to wash down the taste.

This was getting ridiculous. Absolutely, fucking stupid. He couldn't turn into a fucking newborn every time he thought about them. He shouldn't even be thinking about them like that. It was wrong, and indecent, and robbed them of autonomy. He felt like an abomination for even daring to fantasize about them. He was nothing but a sinner and he couldn't taint their light. 

That didn't stop his fangs from elongating at the thought of their blood anyway. He couldn't help it. They were just so damn bright and wonderful, he had no choice but to forget his own immoral heart. When bathing in the rays around Darlin', there was nothing to focus on but them. Their enchanting laugh and crude jokes burrowed their way deep into Sam's heart, and they wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

And their blood, don't even get him started. Unfortunately for his lust and hunger (he doesn't want to call it love right now), he's had the chance to smell their blood quite often. From large gaping wounds that he would heal to that stupid blood-soaked jacket that Darlin' refused to let go, he's sure he knows their scent as well as the priest knows his congregation. Something about how shifters have more magic in their blood compared to other empowered people, but he knew that wasn't the reason.

It was just because it was Darlin' and that they were incredible and wonderful. It was no secret that they were a vampire magnet, catching all of their attention whenever the two went out. His own blood would curl and rage would flow through his veins, jealousy taking reign of his wicked heart. But he couldn't blame any of them. Most vampires look for salvation in the people they bite, hoping the magic in their blood will be enough to save them. 

But they had more potent blood, even more than the average shifter. It had to have been a blessing for them, their magic so powerful and their blood being a reflection of that. He could tell from the moment they bled all over their couch, and it made every vampire obsessed with having the taste of their blood. Their blood smelled like the blizzards they faced and he wondered if it tasted as cold as they smelled. Or maybe their blood was as warm as their sunshine self.

Clearly, he wasn't any better than the vampires who'd grab them and bare their fangs to force their blood into their mouths. He was utterly disgusting. 

Sam watched the clock on top of the fireplace. (He stared at the judging eyes looking back at him.) They should be here sometime soon, knowing they'd arrive five minutes early because they're just so damn respectful of his time. It would be easier to hate, or at the very least control his fondness for them if they were a little terrible. They were an asshole and a little shit, but awful? Never in a million years. 

He had to find a way to curb his craving for them, out of respect for them and to remind himself that he didn't deserve good things. How he got addicted to a drug before he took it was beyond him. But they were absolutely magical so he wouldn't put it past the realm of possibility. 

Exactly when he expected, he heard their motorcycle park itself in front of the porch. The roaring engine woke the butterflies in his stomach, having to stop himself from zipping around the house in excitement.

A few relaxing breaths later, Sam deemed himself ready to face Darlin'. His bloodlust was in control and his heart calmed down from the earthquake it was. He stood in front of the door, waiting for Darlin' to finally knock on the door and bless him with their parents.

An eternity later, soft knocks filled the air and his cheeks started to hurt with a smile. Of course, he gave a couple of seconds before he opened the door, not wanting to look desperate for opening the door immediately.

Eyes meeting theirs, Sam lost his breath for a few minutes. The stars he cursed earlier shone brightly in their eyes, galaxies swirling into a beautiful kaleidoscope of divine essences. His heart picked up again, giving up on controlling it and instead hoping that Darlin' can't hear the pounding in his chest.

(Momentary silence filled his brain when tranced by their gaze. He doesn't know how the fuck they did it. The voices that filled his head, of the father he abandoned and the women who condemned him, all went quiet with their smile. Only their sweet voice and unintentional sweeter words remained in his brain. Rosaries were nothing but decorative garbage to him, but they were able to silence the demons in his head. Who needs a cross when their protection was all a man needs?)

A hand waving in front of his face tore him from his thoughts. "Hello? Earth to the Cowboy? Anyone home?" they joked with him, but there was that twinge of concern in their voice. Too caring for his wicked heart.

"Yeah, everythin's good here, darlin'," he reassured, nodding while moving to the side to let the wolf in. He had to hold his breath when they walked by him, their sweet scent entering his nose and driving himself. Had he been a weaker man, he would have pinned them right where they stood, but he'd had enough experience beating himself for his desires.

Sam went into the kitchen to get some water for them, knowing that it's probably been a while since they drank a cup of water. The way they chugged down the water was all the indication he needed.

With water in their body, Darlin' got to the root of why they were there. Quinn had been sending some of his lackeys after them, to stalk and intimidate them to go back to him. So far, their efforts hadn't amounted to anything, just some poor bastards who were promised a bump in pay if they were able to bring them to him. But recently, Quinn had been sending stronger mercenaries their way. Nothing they couldn't handle, but the escalation was definitely concerning, for who knew what his next steps would be.

If his mother was here, she would have told Sam to send Darlin' off with a rosary and prayer. That would be enough to keep evil spirits away, himself included. Unfortunately for him, they would balk at the idea of having something to protect them, which was the only thing that was stopping him from becoming their bodyguard. 

He had more selfish intentions though, the rotten thing he was. If he spends more time with Darlin', then he can silence the voices permanently. Their heavenly light could cast out the darkness entrenched in his heart.

Once they were finished venting about this recent development, they slumped in their seat, exhausted from their constant vigilance. Truly, they didn't deserve any hardships in life. They were too good to deserve anything like this. Blessed with a kind heart and strong resolve, why would it dare be wasted on a desolate place such as this?

God loves you, but not enough to save you.

"I didn't know you were religious," their questioning tone brought him out of his thoughts. He found it silly that they would ask a question like that until he saw what they were looking at.

It was an old crucifix on top of his fireplace, golden in colour and with various coloured gems. On it were the eyes that have been judging him since he left Mont Blanc. It had been a gift from his mother before he ran away, her way of blessing him on his journey. But it served more as a reminder of how far he's fallen from the golden boy he was all those years back.

The eyes of Jesus bore into his soul, asking him what was the point of him dying for his sins if he still turned out to be a heathen.

Hand waving in front of his face, he remembered that Darlin' was in the room with him. The heat from the crucifix's eyes died down, maybe wondering if they would deal their final blow to him.

"Yeah- um, my momma gave it to me 'fore I left home," he started to explain, finding any way to skirt this conversation and meaningfully answer their question. "She was a Southern Baptist at heart, thought a cross could save a life." He smirked at that sentiment, clearly it didn't do anything to save him. He didn't give himself any chances.

Their gaze was transfixed on the crucifix to the point where they didn't even look back to face him. Maybe it was a similar likeness that was calling out to each other? Who could know with that one.

"It's beautiful," their hazed voice filled the room. He looked back at the crucifix, not finding anything notable about it. It was just a wooden thing with a dead man on it. Nothing holy to worship, just a sign of empty promises made toward forgiveness.

If anything, the wolf in front of them was more worthy of worship and prayer, because he knew that any pact made with them would be worth it. Why pray to the dead when the living is so much better?

A genuine curiosity about their interest made him ask the question, "you religious growin' up too?" They never gave off the vibe of being God-fearing, but some people hide it better than others. Or learn how to not shove it down peoples' throats.

"I was, not Catholic though," they answered while finally turning back to face him. "Wasn't Southern Baptist either," they added with a chuckle. His wolf was filled with interesting little factoids. He couldn't imagine his Darlin' on their knees praying, but they always had a hopeful outlook that it was hard not to think they didn't believe in the divine. He hummed in acknowledgement, going back and sitting silently next to them.

"If you don't mind me asking…" their voice trailed in hesitation, a tell-tale sign that they were looking for permission to continue speaking. He nodded, giving them the OK to finish their question. Their eyes went back to the crucifix with a questioning look in their eye. "Why keep it around if you're not super religious?"

Sam understood it was a valid question to ask, even if he had a complicated answer to it. Was he supposed to tell Darlin' that he kept the cross around as his failure? That if he shut up and lived the life of pain that his parents laid out for him, then he wouldn't have ended up as the monster he was now. He hated himself and there was no one better than God to keep judging him.

"Well…" he stalled, trying to find a suitable answer. "I keep it as a reminder of where I came from," he started, only to scoff. "And where I don't want to go back to." He'd rather go through his accident again than go back to that hellscape. "'Sides, it's nothin' but a piece of wood. Ain't nothin' magical to it."

There was a contemplative look on their face, finding a way to choose their next words without touching on any sensitive subjects. Their narrowed eyes could burn a hole in the floor they were staring at and he could only wonder about the thoughts firing off in their head. (Really, he wondered if they ever thought of him with this level of intensity.)

"Do you believe in God?" they asked with a quiet tone. Now that was a question that he didn't expect from them.

"I just told ya I was raised religious," he snarked, "I don't know what you're tryin' to say."

They rolled their eyes, flicking his arm in protest of the teasing. "You're such an asshole, leech," they laughed it off and Sam was sure that was the sound of the seven trumpets. What a beautiful way to die.

They went quiet again, their eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "You don't have to be religious to believe in God, ya know." 

"Oh yeah? What 'bout you Darlin'? Do you believe in God?" he asked in retaliation, interested in what their answer would be. Part of him hoped that they didn't, that he was right in putting his faith in what he could see.

"I do," they said bluntly. It wasn't the answer he was hoping for, but he kept quiet to let them keep talking. "I was raised with the whole 'what's written with you is meant for you'. Basically, what God wants to happen will happen." They rest their head on Sam's shoulder and his arm instinctively wrapped around them. "I know most people don't like that idea, 'cuz it robs them of autonomy. But I don't know, I've always found it comforting. No matter how much bad shit happens to me, it won't be more than I can bear."

"And if it is too much for you to handle?" he questioned gently.

"Then God would write some comfort for me," they giggled. "I know it's stupid, but it's the little things that get me through the day." They yawned and made themselves comfortable on his shoulder. Sam could feel his heart pounding. "You still haven't answered my question."

He took one last look at Darlin', with their pretty face trying to fight off the exhaustion that caught up to them. He couldn't stop staring at their eyes. Sweet and forgiving, they were the eyes he wished would look at them whenever he went to church. They were what God's gaze was supposed to be, free from the hate and judgement he suffered from the congregation. Maybe if they were guiding him from the start, then none of this would have happened. They wouldn't allow any bad things to happen to him.

(Then again, if he was never turned then he wouldn't have met Darlin'. Or at least they would meet in a drastically different context. He wouldn't have the chance to fall in love with them. So maybe Darlin' was right that there was a light at the end of the tunnel for everyone. He just can't believe that he deserved that respite.)

Contemplation be damned, there was no point in thinking about the question when he already knew the answer. "Yeah, suppose I still believe in God, just found it on my own terms." They didn't need to know that they were the only God that he believed in. His mind already started building the shrines in their honour, wondering if they would ever be enough to share his love for them.

It was much easier than saying the words 'I love you'. He may never have the courage (or the right) to say those words.

"I'm glad… that you could tell me…" their voice teemed with yawns and sleep. He chuckled, of course Darlin' would push back on precious sleep in order to listen to his response. That simple action did more for him than any divine being he was forced to worship.

Gently as he could, knowing that Darlin' was a light sleeper, he picked them up and brought them to his spare bedroom. As much as he so wanted to bring them to his bed, that was a big step that neither of them were ready for. Hell, they haven't even hinted that it was something they would be interested in, and his heart wouldn't survive precious Darlin' sleeping in his bed. But it was ok, he would wait an eternity to be with them.

Sam watched them as they slept, eyeing the little details that they hid in their waking moments. Like how their eyebrows were so expressive, or the way their lip scar would stretch with their smile. 

This was so very wrong. Watching them sleep, observing them so carefully, he was being a fucking creep for this. But he couldn't help but not look away. Darlin' was so reserved in their waking moments, and he wanted to see them at their most vulnerable. Even if he was tainting them with his corruption, leave him be! He deserves to be a remorseless, selfish thing once in a while. They were so endearing in their sleeping state, and he promised to always protect them in all of their glory. From their sweet eyes and beautiful body and split lip-

There was blood dripping from their face.

His mouth watered before the intoxicating scent hit his nose. Sam froze where he stood, torn between the want to lick the blood of his face and the need to leave. His heart versus his conscience. He had fed only an hour ago and of course, their blood was enough to make him starve again. His shaky hands wiped the blood from their face and then quickly cleaned it off with a napkin in his pocket, not even giving himself the chance to taste it.

He ran out of the room, locking the door behind him to keep them safe from him. His chest heaved with panic, heart racing a marathon. It wasn't fair that Darlin's blood had this much of an effect on them, but it wasn't their fault either. This was Sam's problem to deal with, and he'd be damned if he made his Darlin' feel guilty over something they had no control over.

Calming himself to a reasonable point, he made his way back to the kitchen. Sam opened up the damn fridge to grab another damn blood bag and a bottle of bourbon, sliding onto the floor and chugging it all over again. If only he was normal, then he would just slip into bed and cuddle his wolf, and not run out at the sight of something as simple as blood. 

At this point, he's sure that Darlin' would never want him. They've told him little bits and pieces about their relationship with Quinn, and how absolutely vile he was to them. From biting them without their consent to pressuring them into taking care of him, it's no wonder that they would be a little hesitant to jump into another relationship with a vampire. He had his own gripes with Alexis. But Sam was coming to the awful realisation that he was more like Quinn than he thought.

Shame and disgust filled his throat once again. It wasn't fair that Darlin' was stuck with monster after monster, they deserved so much better than him. Yet he couldn't help the jealous bile that filled his mouth at the thought of Darlin' with another person. What an awful predicament.

He gazed back at the crucifix with judging eyes. Only they weren't as harsh this time. Still judging as ever, but this time there was a hint of… was it encouragement? That wasn't the right term, but it was as if they were nudging him on a certain path. If he was truly willing to repent and walk the path of salvation, then somehow Darlin' would be a part of that journey.

He let out a wistful laugh, finding it impossible that Darlin' would ever want to waste their time 'fixing' him. But there was a corner of his heart, one where a sliver of light made its presence known.

Maybe God does love you enough to save you. Maybe they were God all along.

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Commissions for the lovely @angelicaether of their David and Angel ✨

NSFW Warning under the cut—

Had to be cropped for obvious reasons, but you get the idea 👀

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Daveyyy ~

My first commission for @angelicaether <33

My commissions are open!! Info in my pinned post if you’re interested :3

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Sky Side's Oops! All Yandere Collab!

It's another Sky Side collab! This time the theme is yandere for a spooktacular Halloween special! Please go check out all the lovely people listed here and give their pieces some love! - Everyone's usernames will be listed above their piece! Keep in mind these projects are themed around yandere and most contain violent themes.

@androgynouspenguinexpert - Marcus/Asset

@/bluewhispers on AO3 - Porter/Treasure

@ryoko-san - Freelancer/Kyle (CW: Violence/Blood)

@your-local-mom-whore - Guy/Honey

@gingerbreadmonsters - Vega/Warden

@kilarthmac - Azmidi (CallBoi)

@astraybird - Porter/Treasure

@deviarisa - Blake/Bestie

@angelicaether (myself) - Angel/David

@lovelylonerliterature - Angel/David

@nortyourself - Blake/Bestie