#redacted David

[magicalmagpie]

Ok but, when can we have a flashback audio of when Asher and Babe snuck into David and Angel's backyard?

(Yes, I am listening to an Asher audio as I write this)

[escapisttt]

a lot of this was supposed to be posted for redacted kinktober but. college got in the way. i’m ovulating let me have this. it’s very long OOPS WHO LET ME OUT OF MY CAGE.

NSFW LMAO

lasko has a puppy kink. he likes being told he’s a good boy and craves to be of service to dear. would do anything to please them and do it well; it’s what turns him on the most. leash and collar. god, he’d lick the fucking dirt from their shoes if it made them smile down at him. yeah perhaps him and ash could bond over this. the difference between them though is that during those moments, lasko will never goof off or make jokes meanwhile ash is a bit of a brat. lasko would never disobey dear, but ash likes to push baabe’s buttons so that they “force” him into submission.

milo uses “good girl/good boy/good pet” hnnnngghh. as well as “pretty girl/pretty boy/pretty thing” oh my god. he’s so good at praise.

milo is usually pretty physically rough with it, going fast and deep, but you wouldn’t know that if you were just listening to his voice. sometimes while he’s absolutely fucking sweetheart’s brains out, he’s right in their ear speaking so softly and encouragingly with soooo much praise. “that’s right baby, ‘m i doin’ it right?” when he KNOWS he’s doing it right, he just wants to hear their confirmation. “yeah, lemme touch you, you like that? tell me you like that.” he looooves making sweetheart tell him how they’re feeling, and when they inevitably confirm that it feels good, he nods and doubles down. he craves good feedback, it’s his praise kink. “awwww i know it feels good baby, ‘m gonna make it feel even better.” it’s not condescending, it’s confidence. he knows what he’s good at, and he wants to get better. he’s a huge pleaser.

this is self indulgent if you aren’t into daddy kinks don’t read this one lmao. but daddy milo is soooo real to me. “was that too much? aw ‘m sorry baby, daddy’ll make it feel better. shh shh it’s okay, daddy’s sorry…” OUUUGGHHHH. “daddy wants what you want baby, tell‘im what you want. c’mon, be good and use your words, daddy wants to hear you,” i can’t do this anymore RELEASEEE MEEEEEEE. milo does it tastefully okay he’s not one of the weird ones TRUST ME.

milo who subs occasionally. to put a number on it, about 10% of the time. it may not be his natural default, but when the time is right, it’s so right. it happens one of two ways: either milo had a really rough, tiring day and needs to be coaxed into being cared for, or his sweetheart had been relentlessly teasing him. he’s such a brat at first, rejecting every dominant advance from sweetheart with a performative cocky demeanor, but it breaks down quickly enough when they touch him in the right places.

porter is such a masochist, but not in a traditionally submissive way. god, he loves when treasure slaps his face, yanks his hair, and scratches his back deeply on purpose. he likes being choked a little sometimes as well. but when all of these things are enacted on him, he smiles. he’s got a cocky grin and he’s nodding emphatically, his hips pistoning, almost twitching, even if he’s not inside of treasure. he’s groaning and his eyes are rolling back, but he’s not submitting. he’s daring them to do more, knowing that the only one whose limits being tested are theirs: how much are they able to take of porter when he’s losing himself to the pain? the more intense the pain, the harder he fucks treasure. basically porter is saying without saying, “the more you hurt me, the more i’ll pleasure you.” treasure essentially controls their own pleasure through him; if they want him to go faster, they dig their nails into his back or his scalp or his hips. and as soon as they let go, he lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and eases back down to a slower pace. and porter knows what they’re doing. he likes it. he likes that they have that level of control over him, but he’s absolutely not a whimpering mess like lasko.

david does not like using toys or bondage material. that’s his job. he’s very animalistic in the sense that he does not want anything, even objects, interfering with his time with his mate. he’s the type to get jealous of a vibrator or any sex toy. not because he’s worried about it doing a better job than him, but because it was the thing pleasuring his mate and not him. if his angel is in the mood, he wants to know so he can take care of it. an unspoken rule in the shaw house is that neither of them are allowed to touch themselves. david sticks to this rule through and through, but if angel is caught in the action, the punishment is pretty intense, meaning overstimulation. david is usually quite rough and is already a lot to take even when he’s going slow, so him when he’s angry can be… a lot. he’s got angel on their tummy in the prone bone position and is absolutely laying into them, growling in their ear with genuine irritation. “you should’ve told me… why didn’t you tell me? is this not cutting it for you? you had enough of this cock? i thought you liked it. thought you liked being full of me, not a piece of fucking plastic.” yeah he’s angy. and he’s not being mean to them, he just wants to prove to them and remind them how good he makes them feel. they shouldn’t want anything else. and when angel does it because they think david is too busy for them? yeah he would stay up during all hours of the night to prove them wrong. “how do you think like that, hm? you think i’d put work above this? god angel, i do everything to come home to you, give my time to you. you don’t get that? let me keep showin’ you….”

azmidi who literally nuts on a lot of phone call role plays with sweetie (it’s canon yall hear the way his breath shakes all the time). just hearing their pretty voice, god he feels his pants getting tighter (if he wears those lol). he demands they tell him about their day even though they know he knows exactly how their day went. it feeds into that delicious fear of stalking, the idea that their every movement is being tracked and scrutinized and constantly mulled over. he wants to listen to them talk while he palms himself, nodding along with their version of events, happy that they’re being obedient and not lying to him. he doesn’t have to take himself out of his pants, though he likes to most times. he can come without that, just dry humping into his hand and pressing the phone to his ear, letting out the occasional moan. he knows sweetie can hear him, and if they show signs of getting flustered, it only makes him harder. “you know what you’re doing to me, right? you—you know… oh god…. hey, don’t stop. don’t stop talking. you’ve been doing such a good job, sweetie. let me hear you.”

william “eye contact” solaire. hngggnhnnhg. let’s imagine he’s got a long term partner, right? he is suuuuuuch a gentle lover. he’s not about rough sex very much, he’s too sophisticated lol. no, the actual reason he isn’t too keen on rough sex is because to him, his lover is a deity; an angel that walks the earth, the image of divine perfection. he isn’t going to treat them like a ragdoll, he worships the air they breathe for gods sake. he doesn’t see himself nearly worthy enough to be their companion, their equal. he gives them everything and then apologizes because it just isn’t enough. when he gave them their crown? “i hope you like it. the jewels are the finest i could find of course, for you. i—i perhaps could have gotten larger ones… i apologize. oh, but the weight may be a bit much for your neck… oh dear.” yeah this man is rich but he fucking won’t be if his partner doesn’t stop him from spoiling them. but i’m ranting, this is supposed to be about sex lmfao please ask me to make a post ab william i will do it so fast. this aspect of himself shows especially when he and his partner are intimate. he’s on his knees a lot of the time, staring up at his lover with worshipful reverence. he pleads in his soft spoken voice, his eyes fluttering shut as they put their hand on his cheek. “my love, what would you have me do for you? ask me anything.” and he means anything.

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

random shaw pack / solaire headcanons? 👁👁

-🦀

Anything for you my friend!

Shaw Pack first I think

David sleeps better with fewer nightmares when the whole pack is near. He sleeps like a baby when they’re all traveling together. It just soothes something in him to know that everybody he loves is there and safe.

Angel gets called “little alpha” sometimes as a joke but like… it’s not a joke. When David and Asher were sleeping off the inversion, Angel was running that shit like the navy and Nobody questioned it.

Milo, Sweetheart, and Angel are all perfectly reasonable heights, but because everybody else in the stupid pack is so large, they look small by comparison.

Babe is an introvert, and get tired fast when they’re in large groups. They tend to hide in the kitchen with David during large pack gatherings, where the two of them sit in absolute silence and cook together. They barely actually talk to each other, but they both consider the other to be one of their closest friends.

Darlin’ still has nightmares about Quinn. It often results in them thrashing and striking out to get him away. They rarely ever wake up from them, and Sam refuses to reveal to them that he has to hold them while they happen to that they don’t hurt themself or him.

And now Solaire’s!!

William is very passionate about literacy. He grew up in a time when only very certain groups had access to education, and when he was able to access it himself, it changed the way he thought and lived his life. He uses a portion of his tremendous wealth to sponsor literacy programs all across the USA.

Porter struggles to accept non sexual intimacy, even though it’s his favorite type. Before meeting Treasure, he’d only been touched out of violence or lust. When they run their fingers through his hair and sleep on his chest or hold his hand, it’s revolutionary for him, but it makes the damaged thing in his chest squirm.

Vincent gets his nails done bi-weekly. It’s usually just a clear coat and a cuticle trim, but sometimes he goes a little crazy with the colors. He matches his nails to his outfits for Summits.

[moronkyne]

So uh yeah take my david and angel

what do i put here? uhm. yeah angel has a lot of gold piercings and accessories and hes super duper sleepy there yeah uhm and davy barely wears jewelry but when he does its silver

[honeysghost]

listening to the inversion again. when milo hands angel david's jacket i imagine them standing there frozen in place the entire time, burying their face in it because it still smelled like him, clinging to it with a death grip like it was the only thing that mattered, unable to focus on anything else until they saw him again

i kind of wish we lingered on the after effects of the inversion a little longer. especially with the mates, you know?

their trauma, not knowing if their partner is okay—hearing all this talk of death and wondering if it's one of them, is hardly talked about.

angel picking up a habit of taking david's sweatshirts when he isn't home because they smell like him, waiting up for him on late nights because they can't sleep until they know he's home safe

babe being more patient with asher, talking him to sleep on most nights (i hc they were a heavy sleeper until the inversion happened and now they wake up every time ash twitches in his sleep, worried something is wrong. even more after the summit)

sweetheart being scared to death of losing milo, clinging to him just a little tighter, more frequent panic attacks, being unable to get the image of milo when he made the ward collapse, how broken he looked after, out of their head

darlin' hearing what was happening and dropping everything to be there... do you think it reminded them of quinn, even just a little? do you think they thought of their friend, remembered what it felt like to be that terrified of losing them, that angry, thinking of the pack, their friends, their family, sam and wondering if they could make it through that again

[indigo-greer-collins]

Do you have any personal Shaw pack headcanons? Or just- any in general you’d like to share??

OOH YEAH I DO

- david hates most sodas because of the carbonation, if he ever drinks them, he like makes them flat lmao

- angel has a really really big phobia of rats

- milo has a slight gap tooth

- sweetheart snorts when they laugh (they hate it)

- when ash is feeling non verbal, he’ll shift and cuddle up with baabe

- baabe is a bit of a comic book nerd and stims a bunch whenever they get to talk about their fav superheroes

- sam (he counts right?) has a photo of him and his grandmother in his wallet

- darlin knows sign language and communicates with some of the others in it when they get overstimulated

- christian absolutely hates cheese (no foundation for this one)

- amanda did a few modelling jobs when she was a kid that her friends sometimes tease her about

- arden pretends she isn’t but gets extremely competitive when it comes to board games

- gabe was actually a lot more reckless in his younger years and saw a lot of himself in darlin before he died

(sorry anon i have no idea if you wanted this many)

[moronsloser]

i just wanna be held by david. his hands on my waist and i wouldnt feel self conscious about my weight because i know hes a big guy and he wouldnt care—and id be comfortable enough to finally sleep in someones arms again. i think id finally feel like im enough for someone. i could say crazy shit and do crazy things n he wouldnt judge me bc hed find that trait of me to be entertaining and not annoying to too mych ☹️😞

oh to be loved

[h0ney-dames]

Damien presents; Redacted with disabilities

This is MY opinion, if you wanna suggest stuff GO FOR IT! But dont try say “erm thats not logical” cus nuh uh bestie

In this au we have

Deaf!david

Tourettes!angel

Insomniac!milo

Pots!sweethearr

Half blind!asher

Mobility aid!baabe

Amputee!damien

Mobility aid!lasko

Blind!elliot

Service dog user!guy

(Doodles under the cut, if u wanna suggest some feel free to do so in my asks)

[grilledcheezy92]

Asher: From now on, we will be using code names. You may address me as Eagle One.

A: David is Been There, Done That

David: Asher

A: Baaabe is Currently Doing That

Baaabe: *high fives*

A: Angel is It Happened Once In A Dream

Angel: *laughs*

A: Milo is If I Had To Pick A Dude

Milo: Aw c'mon

David: ASHER

A: Chrissy is... Eagle Two

Christian: Oh, thank god

[polydamnory]

I saw a TikTok of someone getting their friend’s bite mark tattooed on them and I can only just imagine Angel showing it to David and the conversation going something like this:

D: deep sigh “Angel, you are not getting my bite mark tattooed on you.”

A: “What? Of course not. You’re going to get mine tattooed on you!”

They are very much fucking with him and he knows it, but whenever he calls them out on it, they just keep doubling down and citing all those werewolf books where marking your mate with a bite is such a big deal.

[soulwhisp]

Ash and Darlin' when the pack goes roller skating

[bazpire]

"You should never know

How easy you are to need"

-It will come back by Hozier

David @ Angel

[yannatheshaw]

ithinkyallshouldvotefordavid-

WHO SAID THAT-

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

Since I'm having a bit of a hard time with my chronic pain as the weather gets colder, have some David with disabled!Angel headcanons bc that's what I need rn lol (this is entirely self indulgent and based on myself so yeah... this one's for me y'all...)

Angel used mobility aids when their pain gets bad, and they used to take them on first dates because one, it warded off the creeps, and two, it sussed out any ableist assholes right off the bat. The day that they met David was a good pain day, though, so he didn't meet them with the context of their mobility aid. They agonized over this perfect guy who was a touch of an asshole maybe not being cool with a disabled potential partner. They were so anxious about it that they would opt not to use their aids when they needed them for a while. But when they finally used their aids around him for the first time, he didn't bat an eye.

David keeps a small pharmacy worth of over the counter pain killers on his person at nearly all times. Angel stubbornly refuses to take pain killers until they absolutely have to. David keeps a close eye on Angel's little tells (their face pinching when they walk, their pace slowing down, their temper getting shorter), and quietly places a dose of pain killer in their hand the next time they have a drink.

David is the only person Angel will complain about their pain to. They like to put up a strong front and they're determined to never seem "weak" in front of the pack or the pack's allies (that's ridiculous and nobody would ever think, let alone say that, but it sticks in Angel's head). By the time that they get home at night, they usually have a lot of pent up feelings about it. They like to dramatically whine to David, knowing that he'll never judge them.

Angel actually loves their mobility aids. They resisted getting them for a long time, and when they did, the difference in their mobility was insane. Sometimes people look at the aids like Angel's trapped by them, but they maintain that they actually do so much to make their life easier.

David won't hear a single thing about Angel's disability from any-fucking-body. If anybody makes a sideways comment, asks too invasive questions, or otherwise attempts to make Angel feel uncomfortable, he is on it. The pack moves at Angel's pace, and naturally finds alternatives to things that are less accessible to Angel like stairs. David makes sure that places like fairs, theme parks, and museums are all accessible to Angel before they go.

Anyway, there are my self-indulgent thoughts. Hope somebody else liked it!!

[moronkyne]

david and asher

[aggro-my-beloved]

here’s a blurb from a dasher fic i’m working on. it was originally going to be for soulmate sept, the print being soulmates that save each other from near death experiences. let me know if it’s worth finishing…TW: descriptions of violence, gore, ptsd and insomnia

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The last fortnight has taught Asher to despise silence. His ears still suffer residual chimes with credit to Milo severing the ward. The nightmares are nonetheless merciful. Babe’s admitted to stop waking him in the middle of the night when they feel the uncontrollable twitches of his body rock the mattress. As much as it pains them to do so, they’d rather their husband suffer a full night’s sleep than be a zombie in the aftershock. Only when—if the screaming starts, do they unshackle him from his subconscious with vigorous shakes and desperate pleas to come to. His crisis counselor assigned eagerly by the department following the disastrous elemental games knows this, they’re in his head right now. But Asher refuses to let them fester on even more of his trauma in order to recommend some new, up-and-coming meditation tactic. It’s already enough to breathe and hold on counts of four when David’s present.

“David Shaw—he’s your alpha, correct?”

Damn. Asher counts to four on his inhale, and strains out an answer. “Yes.”

“Have you been confiding in one another since the incident?” The department worker crosses one slack-painted leg over their opposite knee and entwines their hands. Asher knows this pose well. They have found more of his pain to gnaw on.

He plays dumb. “Confide how?” The counselor releases a displeased sigh.

“You know, Asher, there’s only so much I can understand about your situation. I was not present that day in the stadium when…everything occurred.”

“But you’re supposed to be who I confide in. That’s what the department bribed you for. My friends aren’t being paid to treat me.” He sinks back into the uncomfortable polyester chair. The backing digs into every vertebra of his stiffening spine as he crosses his arms.

“Of course you can confide in me. I am licensed to treat those suffering with post-traumatic stress and grief. But I was not beside you to witness the full extent of what happened that day. David was, hmm?” They raise their eyebrows in a silent challenge. Does Asher see where they’re going with this? He does. But he stays silent and stoic in his seat. He counts: one, two, three, four…

The end to this conversation is predictable. But hearing his best friend’s name urges the healing gash on his abdomen to ache. He knows David was covering him (and failed) as the shade’s piercing talons raked his side. Waking to the sight of his alpha’s amber eyes swimming with tears and trembling hand’s gloves in crimson walks the fence of fever dream and religious experience for him. But of one thing Asher is certain, it wasn’t Sam who’d saved him in the arena.