#redacted asmr samuel collins

[venuslove-28]

cowboy summers

check out my kofi for comm slots !!

.+ a bonus of darlin freaking out over their man

do u ever think abt how sam will never feel that beating sun on his skin for any significant amount of time again

[escapisttt]

redactober day 28 SAMMM

samuel collins plays pool. ughhhhh he plays and he plays so well. plays with david at get-togethers and always wins. pisses david off a lil but he’s always super polite to sam so he doesn’t really show it. pool is one of the things sam is confident ab. ughhh him leaning over the pool table lining up his shot oh god.

[lookitseddie]

Do you think when darlin' first moved in with sam, they didn't really unpack all of their stuff at first? Do you think they'd use something, and then place it right back into their bags and boxes? They didn't have a lot, so it wasn't too much of an inconveniance.

Do you think they were ready? Do you think they held their breath for the 'this isn't working out'? For the 'nevermind'? So, that when sam eventually got tired of them (because, of course he would, right?), they could leave as quickly as possible?

[moronkyne]

I did one of these with the wolf boys, but here’s Sam. I should’ve put him with the wolfie boys but hey, I didn’t. So. Yeah. Any requests?

[lucamilo]

Yall cool with Milo getting another god damned audio? Cause I think-

ERRRIIIIKKKKK

DROP A SAM SLEEP AID AUDIO!!! AND MY LIFE, IS YOURES

[s0lairee]

this is just sam.

[hammerhead-jpg]

The redacted doodles pt3 are done!!

(but this time more as bust shots instead of head shots)

Here ya go

@the-stars-that-line-the-sky @morgansplace @everything-redacted-and-others @deezbignutz @vampiriceclipse

[forg-time]

I FINALLY DREW SAM

[copsecore]

“It’s not weird, it’s us.”

IM GONNA FUCKING THROW UP ANDVEHAVFHEVHDVDEVSVWCSHFVA

“You wanna blow off steam”

CAN I BLOW YOU, TOO?

[desmorotu]

“meet…cute…?”: an incomplete sam collins fic

lowercase intended!

it was unlike Samuel to be dressed so formally; a pair of shiny dress shoes, raven slacks, and an off-white shirt that looked straight out of Pirates of the Caribbean, he had said once. it laced in the front, showing off the small patch of hair that grew at his chest, as well as the contour of his pectoral muscle from under the thin fabric. he also adorned a corseted vest, of sorts—the silver, leafy decals shone under the warmly lit ballroom that he reluctantly stepped foot in. the black, silky mask that he was told to wear was stuck to his face by some type of prosthetic glue.

how had he gotten here? he relayed the events in his mind just as the wine glass in his hand touched his lips. it was a day just like any other—that was, until he’d gotten a call from Vincent.

“it’ll be fun,” he urged. “you never go out.”

“and for good reason,” Sam had tried to argue, rolling his eyes even though Vincent wouldn’t have seen it.

“do you remember that time i brought you a change of clothes after you had your little rendezvous with one of the—“

“okay, yes,” the older man groaned. “please don’t remind me. it was not my proudest moment. what’s that even got to do with anything?”

“you owe me.”

“shit.”

and now he was here, abandoned by Vincent as the latter went off to flirt with some kind electro-energetic. they radiated a spark of life—something that Vincent had no chance to stand against. Sam was just about ready to call it a night, fully prepared to drag his other half down and grab him by his ear, but as he sauntered through the bustling dance floor, eyebrows furrowed and mind set, his footsteps halted at the smell of something absolutely…delicious.

vanilla, cherry, and a hint of pistachio filled his nostrils with a welcoming sweetness that almost made his eyes roll back. what could that be? his silvery eyes darted around to track down the dessert table. he made a beeline for it, looking down at his feet and muttering an “excuse me” on multiple occasions on the way. was he really craving regular food this badly?

he scanned over the options; tarts, pastries, and cakes—but none that smelled of the delicate combination he had caught scent of before. It was only when his eyes met those of one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen in his life; oh shit, they were gorgeous.

he straightened himself out, flattening out the potential wrinkles in his vest and adjusting his tie. he walked past them in the hopes of inconspicuously catching another smell of just what perfume they had been wearing, and his knees almost buckled. he closed his eyes, savoring the almost sickly sweet scent that rolled off of them. he could feel that his pupils were dilated; he didn’t need a mirror to see that.

when they looked at him in peculiar manner, he choked on his own spit and coughed in a most undignified way. oh my, Samuel Collins, get your shit together!

“hi,” he finally sputtered, starstruck at the way their eyes sparkled in the warm light of the expansive space. “hi. you here with friends?”

“it’s more of a family thing,” they replied, gesturing to a few token members of the crowd. “it’s uh—it’s a birthday party. for one of my friends—his name is Asher—his partner wanted something grandiose.”

and that’s all i could manage to squeeze out because writing is harder than i originally thought…especially without motivation 😿

[p0pp3t]

david when sam leaves the solaire clan and becomes a shaw security member

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

pondering

[kitheking]

thinking about sam and it being cut with a slight curve, base being around #deac7e while the tip is #d78a82, 6.8 in, 6 girth, fluid being #f9f0eb, slightly salty flavor and always trimmed

[bazpire]

Nothing fucks with my baby by Hozier x Sam Collins

[moronkyne]

Yall really liked my last one, and I hope I piss some racist assholes off here :)

[elizadeeznuts]

Sam doesn't like it when Darlin hides their pain from him, but he himself pushes himself just to he able to make sure Darlin is alright which in turn makes Darlin worried about him.

YOUR HONOR THEY MAKE ME SO MENTALLY ILL