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I know I haven't posted in a while, my computer is broken and so is my inspiration. But I've been writing stuff for a different Fandom. And this is the only one I think deserves to be shared.
A Vampires Bite
Fandom: redacted asmr/ redactedverse
Couple: past darlin/Quinn, current sam/ darlin
1.9k words
Trigger warning: Quinn, non consensual biting,hinted emotional abuse, manipulation
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3 years ago
"And this scar?"
You laid face to face in bed with your boyfrie- mate , he was pointing out scars as you told him stories.
"Oh, that one was from my cat."
You didn't feel the need to explain more, but after looking at Quinn face you roll your eyes and continue .
"Don't give me that look, werewolves can like cats, cats don't really like us, hence the scar."
You relax into Quinn's touch as he traces the scar.
"Why haven't I heard about this cat before? What's it's name?"
Your smile drops as you think about your old pet. You lift your hand to the scar, your hand grazing Quinn before landing on the scar. You smile that you have something to remember you can goodbye.
"She's dead. She was my cat as a child, the only pet I ever had. Her name was Fizzy, I picked the name as a toddler."
Your hand stops tracing the scar, smoothly taking Quinn's hand, both his and your hand now against your body, togather. You look into Quinn's eyes, you weren't afraid of him trancing you, you trusted him and knew he had a reason every time he tranced you.
" I actually really like the scar, it's a permanent reminder of her, a souvenir on my skin. I don't have many pictures from that time of my life, so I'm glad I have something to take with me."
Quinn's hand disconnects from your's, he walks his fingers up your arm.
"I like the way you think. I agree, scars are full of memories, it's hard to forget something when it's etched onto your body."
Quinn hand is now on your neck, one finger sliding up and down your neck.
"I think it can be romantic."
You laugh with a puzzled look,when you see Quinn's face you snap your facial expression to something more neutral. You've seen that look a lot, it tells you when you’re wrong and should let him explain why.
"Good pup."
You can't stop the smile that spreads across your face, you loved the praise, you loved that Quinn gave you a nickname, made you feel special. You stay quiet as
Quinn's fingers glide up and down your neck. He prefered you quiet, it took you a while to get used to it but, he was really insistent, it was basically instinct now, waiting for Quinn to talk or give you the go ahead to speak your mind.
"Listen, scars are long lasting, they change people, physically and sometimes mentally. I can tell the kind of person humans are from their scars, I imagine the pain,the most felt, I want to know about their memories of those scars."
Quinn's hand moves up to your face, his fingers finding and touch all the scars on your face.
"As a vampire I'm envious. I have a few scars from before I was turned, all minuscule in my memories. I miss it. I think of all the times I fought someone, how I should have scars littering my body."
You can understand where your boyfriend is coming from but you think about your scars, the ones that bring memories you wish to forget, too many of your scars come from that category. You try to hide how you disagree with him, but you know you've failed when your body has been moved. Quinn now pinning you to the bed, his hands holding yours above your head. His hand release them, sliding his hand down your arms, his head lowers closer to you.
“Think about it…”
He's so close, his lips brush yours with his words. He laughs at your shocked face, abruptly stopping he stares into your eyes, before he move down, his head landing in the crook of your neck, a vampire's favorite place.Gab- your alpha’s voice plays in your head, all the warnings he gave you about Quinn, all the lectures he gave about how Quinn was bad company, a bad friend, a bad vampire. You never took it well, you yelled back defending Quinn, told him that Quinn would never hurt you,and at that time you believed it. Now that Quinn is smelling your neck, you wish you could tell him to stop, you knew why you couldn't, you were afraid. You shook it off, Quinn wont bite you.
“ Wolves bite, not just to fight, but to claim, to love. To mark their mate. They scar their mate to ensure they'll never forget them, that others won't take them."
Quinns breath is on your neck, you feel him take a break of talking, to breathe you in.
“You smell…amazing. I can hear your pulse."
He leans in more, your mind and body argue on whether to stop him. Your body goes rigid at the feeling of Quinn's cold tongue on your neck, a slow long lick against your neck.
"I can feel your want on my tongue. "
He's wrong, but you don't correct him.
“Let me show you how much I love you. Like a wolf?"
Quinn's nose is against your neck, you feel the air move as he smells you.
“I know you'll like it, you have to , you're a wolf, and I'm your mate."
You don't have time to do anything, as Quinn bites you, like a vampire. His fangs deep in your neck, your veins, your blood, drinking it.
A few weeks later
"That looks pretty new? What's the story? Did ya fight a blood crazy vampire?"
Your friend points out the punctures on your neck, your hand goes to graze the healing punctures. Smiling at the memory, at who gave you the bite mark.
"No, nothing like that, it was actually Quinn."
You felt your face heat up as you spoke about him.
"He said it was like a mate's bite. "
Your voice makes it clear how embarrassing you find this, you hate showing your emotions, and it was hard to contain how happy Quinn made you.
"Oh? I didn't think you two were that serious."
Something about their voice made you confused. Why did they sound sad? Were they hiding something?
"I'm happy for the two of you."
"Well its not actually serious."
Your friend looked at you with concern.
"But you call each other mates, you let him drink for you, from your neck. "
"Well mates ain't that serious, and so what if he drank from my neck."
Your body wanted to curl up in disgust after deming the term mates, but Quinn was clear that this wasn't a serious relationship, he just liked the term mates.
"To vampires the neck is, its intimate, in all ways, including emotionally. Vampires only drink from the neck for 2 reasons, they see you as food and food only ,or they want to make feeding good for you, want to show their love and feel yours."
You laughed.
“ There's no way."
You genuinely can't imagine a vampire's bite being pleasurable. You recall the immense pain of Quinn's bite.
"There's absolutely no way it could ever feel good."
Your friend looked at you , you grew uncomfortable looking at their face, it displayed only pity.
"If it could feel good, it would have cause, he doesn't see me as food."
Your friend's face doesn't change, they're still looking at you like you're a victim.
"I'm his mate, and you need to stay out of it."
Present
You feel his breath on your neck, you feel him take a break just to breathe you in.
“You smell like you.”
"What does that mean."
You laugh trying to bury the pit that's growing inside of you.
"Means your hiding something."
Your heart races as sam moves your body.
Pulling away from your neck , the hand that were previously on your hips, moved to hold your face. You look into Sam 's silver eyes, the same color as Quinn's yet nothing like his.
“Darlin, what's wrong?"
"Its- nothing, you can- go ahead bite me if you want."
The words had struggled to get out of your mouth.
“You lying darlin’. I know you.”
Smas thumb grazes your check.
“ Why did you think I was going to bite ya?"
You wanted to tear your head away, but couldn't in the grasp of Sam , so you adjusted your eyes, looking at the walls of Sam 's home. Such a cozy place, you 'd never knew cozy till you met Sam .
“darlin’ , does it have something to do with these?"
Sam's hand moved to your neck, you knew he was talking about the half a dozen bite marks on your neck, ones clearly done by a feeding vampire.
Your eyes snapped back to Sam 's face, expecting to meet his eyes, instead you saw his eyes on your neck. There's so much emotion in him, not even a daemon could decipher them all, but you could see both hate and love. You waited for him to look back up and into your eyes before speaking
"Yes, there all from-"
You clear your throat before attempt to say his name, but you didn't need to as Sam says it for you.
"Quinn."
He lets out a sigh.
"I figured, I never asked because I thought you'd share with me when you were ready."
"I'm ready"
"Ok darlin'. should we uhh, change positions, I feel this portion is not suited for what you're about to tell me."
You realize what Sam means, and he's right, you don't think this is a story you tell while straddling your m- boyfriend. You move to get off, Sam's hand finds yours as he lets you pick the position of your and his body. You end up laying your head in his lap, one of his hands is over your body holding your hand, while the other one is petting your head. You didn't want to be facing him when you shared how naive you were.
"I have a lot of scars, it's not like I hide that, and it really intrigues people. Scars have memories attached to them,and the scars on my neck were given to me by a blood crazed vampire who only saw me as food."
Your emotions bubbles up at the memories, becoming hard to control your self. But then you feel Sam 's hand, and you know you're safe. Calming you as you continue.
"But I didn't believe that. I thought it was out of love, he said it was like a mate's bite, he never asked if it was what I wanted he said that I should want it, like it should have been instinct for me to need him to bite me. It always felt wrong in the moment, but he would make me feel so special after words that I was, I was proud to be bitten by him, to be his food supply. That's basically it, it's not that serious.
"Darlin' don't minimize your feelings. He's a piece of shit, and I'm disgusted to be a vampire, because of him. He's the kind of vampire that gives us a bad reputation. "
You let out a breathy laugh, you were glad to have someone like Sam .
"Darlin, I'd never bite you without asking, you're not food to me. You're my mate."
You blinked out of shock, and to keep tears in. You knew your packmates called you and Sam mates, as a wolf you saw him as your mate, but the human part of you never wanted to use that word again. But hearing Sam use it, made you swoon, you wanted to heal just to be able to be comfortable calling him that. You tried to rush it, trying to say the word,failing. You looked into his beautifully silver eyes, full of so much love and care.He could read you so well. He could see how you saw him, he knew he was your mate, wether you could say it or not.
A Collared Wolf
Chapter 1
951 words
Couple/s: Darlin/Sam, Past Quinn/Darlin
18+ content, Minors don't interact.
Trigger warning: Quinn. Threats. Implied/referenced past sexual content.
A/N: No one knows that Quinn and Darlin were romantically and sexually involved because Darlin hides that fact. They hate themselves for ever-loving Quinn and fear everyone else will feel the same. Oh and gender-neutral Darlin
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Answering the phone wasn't a choice, it was a reflex. Once Sam saw the name his lips curled into a smile as he answered and raised the phone to his ear. He waited, desperate to hear his name come from Darlin’s voice, the way all their late-night phone calls happened.
“Ss-”
Sam went rigid. He could hear it in just the first syllable, a quiver in their voice, fear, pain, and need filling the air in his room through the speaker of his phone.
“S-sam. I-I need to-”
They stopped, taking a shaky breath, a small sob coming after. Sam started to move. He rushed to his door. Nothing other than his phone with him. He was prepared to use his inhuman speed to get to Darlin’s place. To search all of Dahlia for them. Shuffling noises comes through his phone before he hears their voice again.
“Please-”
So broken. So weak. So vulnerable. Sam doesn't know this side of Darlin, and he wished he never did. All he wants is to aid them, soothe them, heal them. He realizes then that if he runs around town, he might arrive on time, but he wouldn't have the energy, the power, the basic ability to heal the one he loves. He rushes to grab his keys, he needs his energy, he will heal them. He opens his mouth, to tell them he's on his way, but he's interrupted. Not by Darlin.
“Tell them ‘Darlin’, it's a simple request.”
He knew that voice. Whether he had heard it before or not, he knew it by the way it made his ear hurt, the sinister pitch that sounded like a snake hissing. The attempt at Sam's accent, his nickname for his Darlin. Quinn. Sam starts his truck, backing out as fast as he can. He doesn't know where to go. It is not likely there at Darlin’s apartment. Or any public place. He drives, panicking a string of curses releasing from himself. A laugh came from his phone. Sam grips the steering wheel tighter.
“You hear that mutt. Your little cowboy isn't too pleased with you. Always getting into trouble dragging others into your problems.”
Sam turned down a road, he knew where he wanted to go, he just hoped he was going the right way. He listened closely, holding himself back from snapping back, he knows what Quinn wants. He listens, he hears Darlin’s cries in the background. He hears Quinn shush them and walk away.
“Listen, here cowboy. This wolf, the one you think is so perfect. They are not the victims they pretend to be. They were my partner in crime. They were my back up, they’ve hurt more people than you ca-”
“Shut up”
Sam couldn't hold it back as he snapped and slammed his truck door. Quinn laughs again, loud, then it stops. Sam hears footsteps and Darlin’s voice gets louder until Sam knows the phone is right against their mouth. He can hear the broken breathing of Darlin mixing with Quinn’s. Sam wastes no time, knocking relentlessly on the door in front of him. Stopping when he hears whispers through the phone.
“Wanna tell them puppy?”
Sam hated everything he could hear. The breathing, the finger sliding against what Sam can only imagine is Darlin’s face. The fucking nickname. And Quinns sicking laugh.
“Guess not. Don't want your boy toy to know you and I were more than partners in crime, but lovers. Don't want to tell him how you submitted to me, no trancing, but that you loved being under me, how you were so addicted to me that you let- No, that you begged me to use you like a doll. Which I did. Oh and the delicious sounds they made when I sank my teeth into them. Or my personal favorite, how you smiled when I put a collar around this beautiful neck of yours”
Sam heard shuffling from the house, at the same time he heard Darlin cough. And he just knew, he could feel it deep in his bones. That Quinn held his grimy hands on their throat.
“Get your hands off of them.”
Sam's teeth were greeted together as he spat the words into the phone. Not caring that the door was now open, David and his mate stood with concerned and confused eyes. Sam saw the moment David's eyes shifted as he realized what was happening, the sound of Quinn's screeching laugh echoing in the dark house.
“Oh but they used to love it, isn't that right, my puppy?”
Quinn waited for a response, and David started to call someone.
“They're not your puppy, you fucking lech.”
Sam didn't pay attention to David, he could trust David to know what to do, so Sam focused on the call.
“Say that again when you find them dead, a collar on their neck.”
Sam yelled venomous names as Quinn hung up the phone. David stepped out of his house, dressed differently and more alert than when he first answered the door.
“Sam.”
David's voice held a warning. Sam stopped his words, he hated how easily Quinn got him to break. Sam prided himself on his ability to remain calm, even in extreme situations.
“I've contacted the pack, and I've given them areas to search. All of Dahlia will be searched. Have you checked their apartment?”
“No, I came straight here. I assumed they wouldn't be there, but I know I-”
“No, you did the right thing. More people are better. I'm just trying to decide where we'll start. Quinn is smart, but also overconfident. It’s not likely he's in their apartment but I won't leave it up to chance. We will find them.”
Keeping the Hat
Thanks to @gremlin-writes-angst for sending me the tiktok bull riding clip ages ago that lived on in my brain until @taelonsamada had to find me the clip again because I couldn’t stop thinking about it for Sam/Darlin… It is now a fluffy hot fanfic.
Thank you world. <3
tags:…huh. innuendo? sexiness? do those count? dude, i usually write such triggery shit that i think this is clean. is it clean? MOMMA DID I WRITE CLEAN?
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“We should rent this place out for your birthday.”
“I’m never tellin you when my birthday is, Darlin.”
“Will will tell me…”
“Don’t call him Will.”
“He said I could.”
“He was being polite,” Sam had to try to keep a hard expression. Really, he loved that William had been so friendly with Darlin. It meant a lot to him that he’d made sure Darlin felt comfortable and welcome in their spaces.
This, unfortunately, was not one of those spaces.
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This with darlin
I dont think we talk about darlin being playful like this, but I think they are. Like they hide all these ducks in sams house. The next day sam almost chokes while having his tea (hc that sam is a tea kind of person) he questions darlin about it, cause he know it was them
" why the he'll would you put a small plastic duck in my mug? I nearly chocked on it."
Darlin shrugs
"Why is that my fault"
"Cause I know you put it there"
" even of I did, it ain't my fault you didn't check your mug."
"Well I wasn't expecting there to be a tiny plastic duck in it, of course I didn't check. What kind of person would check for that."
" A smart person"
"You callin me dumb."
"Noooo, I just don't think think you would survive long with out me."
Sam laughs, setting down his mug
"I wouldn't survive long without ya?"
" yep"
" you're a funny wolf"
" I know. I'm also a fast wolf."
"Oh are ya? Prove it"
The two spend the next few minutes in a playful chase, sams tea gets cold , but it's worth it.
Darlin liking ducks comes from @dominimoonbeam
Currently taking redacted asmr uquizzes so I'm going to spam my account with my results and link. If you take the quizzes don't be afraid to reblog this and share
Assigning you a Redacted ASMR relationship
AAAAAAAA yessss
I love Sam and I relate to darlin to much
Before even listening to redacted asmr, my favorite nickname was darling, and I love the idea of vampires in love and I'm a slow love kind of person.
OK Ok sorry I'm happy
In the early part of their relationship, Darlin’ would sit on their hands or tuck them under their thighs to hide them from Sam. They shake and tremble constantly due to drinking all the coffee and the trauma they’ve endured. He, of course, noticed it when he was healing them in the 2nd audio, but he figured it was because of the fight.
He kept noticing it and he makes a point get them to talk about something they’re excited about and they use their hands a lot when they talk. After a while, they began to forget hiding their hands. They still tremble sometimes, but Darlin’ rarely notices. When Sam does, he takes their hand and rubs his thumb up and down the length of their thumb or he rubs their wrist just below their palm. Sometimes he kisses the back of their hand to soothe them. And if he really wants to make them blush, he’ll kiss their hand while making loving eye contact.