Hi Redacted fandom! You can call me RC (redacted crackships (I'm so creative, i know)) I got by they/it This is a side blog I've made for exclusively crack ship and rare pair content. My asks will be open for any kind of request for any crackship ideas you may have.
Unless I get an ask, I will use a wheel to randomly select characters to put together. Could be any combination of cannon characters or listeners.
Poly ships are 100% allowed and will probably show up via the wheel sometimes. I will mostly just be writing fluff, however if requested I can and will write spicy, smut or angst.
Things I won't do (this list may be updated):
-nc
-Caelum ships (can be included as a side character or a mc in platonic fics)
My goal is to post at least once a week to improve my writing skills, if you have any constructive feedback feel free to send it in the comments or as an anonymous ask.
If you would like headcannons for any characters or combination of characters feel free to request them and I'll respond to as many as I can.
What does a girl gotta do to get SOME FANFICS OF MY FAV CHARACTERS FROM ASMR?!
Like I’d kill a MF for some more Lincoln and dreamer fanfics! And some with Lasko and Dear!?
Or even CRACK SHIPS!
Like I need yall to sit with me and entertain this idea I’ve had since I read a Huxley x Tank Fanfic
Like stoner Huxley x stoner Asher or or or hear hear me out HEAR ME OUT DONT LEAVE!!
Sweetheart x Tank OR OR OR like Dear x Huxley
LIKE I HAVE THESE WORMS IN MY BRAIN AND WANNA FEED THEM!!! I crave my fanfics
Like how cute would a fanfic be if like Theo meeting the Shaw pack or something!! Or like a fanfic of how Anton met his partner!! Or like maybe some Darlin and Sam going at it OR OR lincoln and dreamer pinning for one another!!
LIKE I CAN WRITE..but not well..and I get way too scared I do not write the characters as they are in cannon…
But like…*drools* hear..hear me out…DONT LEAVE!!
(My friend is right I do write like a Facebook mom 😭)
NSFW content below the cut mdni thing got heated very quickly
(I maybe regret a little please don't stone me for that :)))
"Oh, f-fuck." The stutter that left his lips as his hips were lifted and slammed back down only made the other man chuckle, free hand brushing back the hair, sweat causing them to stick to his forehead.
"There's that foul mouth." Another thrust caught him off guard, the attention already dwindling, barely focusing on anything but the fiery burn between his legs, chaffing thighs already sore, muscles clenching from waist down below.
"Shhh, cowboy, you're doing so well for me…"
Was he?
It started earlier in the day. His car, the truck loved beyond its usefulness, broke down with one last stutter of the engine, spurt of the black smoke leaving his exhaust, and that was it. No amount of turning the key in the ignition changed the outcome. The car was dead.
Sam was good at things. He liked to believe himself as a handyman, teenage years teaching him the hard and honest work that was supposed to straighten his ways and make him a reliable man of the household. Leaking sink? He was on his knees, a wrench in his hand. Broken or loose lock? Screwdriver and few minutes of tinkering and everything was fine. Building a shed from scratch? No sweat.
But knowing anything about the monstrosity under the hood of his car? That, was beyond his mind, nothing left to do but to call a mechanic and tow the machine into his garage. Or maybe to a dump, judging by how old it was.
Said mechanic didn't pick up. When he finally did, after getting bombarded by the impatient and frustrated man, he told him to call in the next week instead, his schedule full. And between ending the call and spewing a string of profane curses out in his porch, a familiar tone over the fence called his name.
"Need a hand?" more than one probably, but he would take the two biceps over his self-pity and wallowing.
But his pride wouldn't let him ask so openly about it.
David was less worried about the pride or offended ego, already opening the gate to his house. Living in the neighbourhood was a useful thing, he had to admit.
"Is there even a point? I think it reached its final moment." he mumbled, arms crossed on his chest when the man took a peek.
He said something, and Sam no longer could pretend he understood or knew what was happening, knowledge lost on him. Black magic, but David seemed more than well versed in the cylinders and whatever else was there.
"I've fixed worse. You have a toolbox or should I go get mine?"
Of course he had one. He was a man of the house.
The sweltering heat was unbearable as he watched him work from the shadow spot near his driveway, gravel crunching underneath David's shoes as he hummed to himself, muscles straining the rolled up sleeves, some grease staining the skin in dark splotches. It's been some time already, and even if he was stubborn enough to fix everything, Sam felt bad.
"You thirsty?"
"Don't trouble yourself. I'm almost finished."
And what did it change? He hated being idle while someone else was working.
Glass of lemonade. Chilled, straight from the fridge given to him with a mumbled and almost shy "here" and David drank it greedily, some of the juice dripping down his chin and onto the shirt, same hand that was just deep in the engine now wiping his mouth, lips pursing and glistening with the drink. Sam took the glass back, his own palm pressing right over when he held it, his own mouth growing dry at the sight, desperate for a drink too.
When he finished, he wiped his arms against his jeans, pleased smile on his face, work done, and car working.
When he turned the key and the old engine roared to life, Sam was inclined to thank him way more than profusely.
That's how they ended up on the ratty couch in the back of his garage. David refused every form of payment Sam offered, saying it was just a neighbourly favour. Sam refused to let him go empty-handed, everything that was forcefully put into his mind as he grew up reeling at the possibility of not returning the gratitude in any way. He was taught better, and he was set on following the order he knew.
Now, David had his hands full of his ass, fingers digging into the flesh, guiding the steady motion into a staccato against his lap, body half sitting as the old springs creaked under their shared weight.
"Taking me so well, who could have thought." The teasing never ended, be it words, fleeting touches that lingered close but not close enough to the heat that emanated from between his thighs, chest heaving as his breath hitched, another depth reached. David only chuckled.
"Maybe we should help each other more often. Southern hospitality starts to grow on me."
Sam only panted, mouth shut close to muffle the obscenities that would surely spew, any smart comments lost on him some time ago, between kisses tinged with saliva, bitterness of the lemon and teeth clashing against each other. Messy, rushed and beyond desperate to get off the heat of outside and into a different, even hotter one.
"Come on, cowboy, let me hear you a little."
The pornographic moan that left his vocal cords would put anybody to shame. His hands moved on their own, placed against David's chest, shirt still on, only few buttons undone to reveal the skin and hair underneath. His nails scraped, not enough to leave a mark, the broad chest more than perfect to scar it.
"Mhm, that's it. That's it." he sped up the pace, just a little, just to catch the man on top of him off guard, body slumping forward, forehead almost hitting the backrest of the sofa, of it wasn't for David's shoulders.
He was big. Muscly big, working out and well eating big, the bulk suiting him like lemonade suits a hot day and Sam has never felt more thirsty in his life, saliva dripping from his mouth as he lapped on the exposed skin, messy and sloppy kisses tracing anything that could have been touched by him, gold of the necklace around David's neck getting in the way, making him whine weakly, mind completely and utterly gone. Empty.
Quiet. Beside the repeated mantra of David, please and too much despite being not enough at the same time.
Strong enough, he picked him up so effortlessly that Sam melted into the touch again, only to ease him down again, burn of the stretch going straight to his shaking legs, muscles cramping. But he still kept going, chasing the high that came from David's endless praise and reassurances that he was doing so good.
"Can feel you getting closer, cowboy. Is the ride too much?"
"Please."
"What do you need, sugar?" the fucker said it on purpose, Sam knew. His mind knew, but it was drowning in the pleasure that began to overflow, every inch and thread of his body on David's mercy.
"P-please…p-lease l-let me…" he mumbled, every syllable punched out of him, slap of skin against skin making him slowly see stars right in front of his eyes instead high in the sky. He doubted he would even have the strength to look up at this point.
"Of course, cowboy. Show me."
And show he did, untouched cock spurting in uneven twitches, every single one making him whine and moan as David's hand began to gently stroke the tip, fingers turning sticky with the amount that shot out of him, still not stopping.
Overstimulation and one hazy "too much" later, his hands, the same ones who kept making him bounce on him, gently pulled him down, head cradled against the slightly calloused palm, still softer than silk or the cotton on Sam's flannel, hastily taken off and laying somewhere on the ground, torso only in the white undershirt, tank top embracing his own muscly physique.
He was thicker than David, flesh softer around the edges, cosy layer of pudge on his lower stomach not deteriorating the other man who easily manhandled him onto his lap, jeans pulled down in one swift move. If he wasn't floating so high in the clouds, he would wish to be thrown over his shoulder, carried back to the back seat of his truck and be fucked again, until his mouth only could speak his name and brain only focused on the outline that bullied his prostrate with every single hit.
"Shh, I have you." he did, he felt it, with how his arms embraced him gently despite his rough demeanour.
"A real cowboy, huh?" between the strokes against his face and whispers of comfort, David took a look against the garage, his eyes stopping at the hat sticking out of a carton box of things unused, a very characteristic shape making him smirk, devilish plan already forming in his Sam-focused mind.
The man curled up on his chest, breathing shakily and grabbing at him for purchase, eyes closed as he simply nuzzled into the soft of his chest, hummed in agreement, the teasing tone escaping him fully.
“Do all wolves go through a vampire phase?” Porter asked from the shower, turning his head to look at the shifter in his bedroom.
David met his gaze, frowning the way he always did when he didn’t like what Porter said, or when he didn’t exactly understand how he meant it. “Fuck you.”
“That’s sort of what I’m talking about…”
David leaned against the bathroom counter, still naked and endlessly comfortable in that state.
Porter liked that about shifters, though admittedly David was the first he’d ever known in any way but passing or fighting. And even this was…odd. Even for Porter. This was the third time they’d hooked up.
The first had been a matter of timing and maybe some self-destructive behavior on both sides. They’d been at the same club. Porter had flirted with the big shifter, not really expecting anything from it but maybe a new enemy. David had dragged his eyes over Porter, not exactly judging but just taking him in completely, and it had sent chills through the vampire he hadn’t felt in ages. Finally, the shifter looked him dead in the eye and said in that husky voice of his, “If you bite me, I’ll bite you back.”
Porter had almost moaned. “Promise?”
They’d messed around in the park that night, neither one trusting the other to bring him home.
Porter had never been with a shifter before. It was…thrilling. David could hold him down–actually hold him down, not just the way Porter let the humans do it. In theory, so could another vampire, but Porter never did that. Other vampires were always potential rivals and enemies, he couldn’t give any of them a sense of power over him like that.
He hadn’t been able to get David out of his head after that. When he went looking for him again, was when he found out exactly who David was.
He told himself he was playing a cunning game when he approached him the second time. He was laying groundwork for his king, ready to do something terrible if needs be.
He was a liar.
That second time they’d gone for coffee first. David was a good person and when Porter made him laugh, it was almost as thrilling as being pinned under him at a hotel later that night.
Even more reason he should have walked away. He didn’t deserve him.
But they’d exchanged numbers and the texting had started…and the sexting.
David was better at this than Porter would have ever guessed. He suspected they both liked being with someone who knew what they were, but wasn’t at all connected to their daily life. They couldn’t want anything more than these moments from each other. They were a secret just because no one knew–because neither of them knew if what they were doing was off limits or not. They belonged to two very different houses, not in conflict with one another but not exactly compatible either.
Porter pushed wet hair out of his face and took a second to just look at David Shaw standing naked in his bathroom. He was tall and thick, a handful of scars and a lot of muscle. “It doesn’t seem fair,” Porter mused, looking at the red marks that would become bruises on David’s thighs and ribs from where he’d grabbed too hard, and those scratches from his teeth. He hadn’t bitten him. They hadn’t crossed that line yet, but they were both flirting with it. “Why do you get to keep the marks and I don’t?” he asked, sliding his hands up and then down his chest.
David’s gaze followed his hands, head cocked to the side and mouth trying to hold back a smirk. “You’re complaining about healing faster than me?” he asked, the audacity of it thick in his voice.
Porter laughed and held out his hand, inviting David to take it when he realized the shifter was waiting his turn for the shower. This was all new for them and he’d learned already that David rarely assumed anything. He didn’t take what wasn’t offered.
Porter didn’t think about why that made him feel so…safe.
He smiled when the shifter took his hand and let Porter draw him into the walk-in shower with him. “Do you have someplace to be?” he asked, turning David into the heat of the spray and feeling a bloom of satisfaction in his chest at the way he sighed and relaxed under the water.
“Not tonight, no,” David said and then seemed to remember who they were. His body tensed up again. Porter was learning that he was almost always ready… ready for what, he hadn’t exactly sorted out, but ready. “I can get out of your hair. I’m sure you’ve got sneaky vampire shit to do,” he smirked around the words.
Porter grabbed the bodywash, gently soaping up David’s back and keeping him from rushing to take off. It was tricky, this thing they were doing of being so close but not really vulnerable. Porter knew it was smart to leave it that way. Smart would be to cut this off. Keep the vague connection to the Shaw pack in his back pocket and stop seeing the shifter.
And the thing was, Porter was smart. Porter did the smart things. He had survived by making hard decisions and getting himself to a place of safety… at least, safer than ever before.
But David was relaxing again under his touch, even when he was massaging the suds up his shoulders, into the back of his neck. Porter could snap those bones so easily. The idea made him feel sick, but it was also what made his heart pound at the fact that David was trusting him. He shouldn’t. Porter had done awful things. He shouldn’t even let Porter touch him. “You’re welcome to stay for a while. I might have food in the kitchen,” he said, despite all the reasons he shouldn’t.
“Might?” David grumbled, letting Porter move his hands down his back, to his sides.
He was careful of the spots that might become bruises. As much as he envied them a moment ago, he worried about them now. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to leave marks…”
David turned his head to glance back at him, eyebrow raised like he needed to see if Porter was joking.
He wasn’t. He wouldn’t have been that careless with a human. Why had he been with a shifter?
“I thought that was the goal…” David turned around, Porter’s arms still around his waist. They were so close. That worry crease appeared in David’s brow again. “Was I too rough?”
Porter exhaled a laugh, surprised out of his own words for a second. “Never. Are you kidding? Look at me.” He held up his arms and turned a full circle to prove how entirely unmarked he was. But when he landed where he started, looking up at David, the shifter did not look convinced.
“You would have a lot more marks than me if you had my healing and not yours…” David seemed to be thinking about it for the first time, and not sure he liked it.
Porter slid hands up his chest, fingertips skating across his pulse and onward, to cup the side of his neck. “You really don’t need to worry about that. I liked it…very much.”
The crease was still in his brow, his mouth pulling into a frown. Why? Why did he care that much about it? Porter was fine.
“Sweetheart,” Porter cooed. “If I’d wanted you to stop, I would have made you stop.”
David looked him in the eye, maybe trying to gauge if he believed it? Porter grinned, flashing all his teeth like a reminder. He wasn’t human. He liked letting this shifter rough him up, but he was very capable of fighting back if he’d wanted to. This was not a fight. This was not a power struggle. This was just… What? What was it?
The crease in David’s brow smoothed out and he used his fingers to comb some of Porter’s wet hair back, scratching at his scalp and making his eyes flutter shut for a second. “You would tell me if you didn’t like something?”
The question was so simple, so casual, but somehow vulnerable. Porter smiled slyly as his wolf. “I tell you when I like things don’t I?”
David huffed, turning them to trade places and grabbing the bodywash. “You are bossy,” he agreed.
Porter laughed, heart pounding when he realized David meant to wash him. He almost stopped him. Almost told him he didn’t need help. But he didn’t and it felt amazing to be cared for. Porter was all for aftercare, but he took on the caregiver role. He loved being the caregiver after sex. It was one of the only times he ever got to take on that role for anyone, but as David washed him, he realized this was a role he’d never had either.
“Fuck,” he sighed, almost moaned.
David ducked his head to have his mouth near Porter’s ear, smiling around his low words. “You want me to stay for a while longer, biter?” One of his hands slid up, wrapping loosely around Porter’s neck, while the other went low.
Porter did moan then, the sound choking off when David squeezed both parts of him.
Yes, he wanted him to stay. Gods help him, he wanted him to stay with him.
👀 hey @hsquinlan about that Darlin/Porter rarepair…? 😏 I”m a little over 2k into it so far 😁
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Resting his chin in his hand and bracing his elbow atop the bar, Porter finished his latest drink and set it down with a soft clunk, tapping the side of it in a wordless request for more. Hearing the door opened, he turned his head in his palm just enough to see who’d come in, and both eyebrows lifted.
That was Trouble with a capital T in physical form, no question whatsoever.
A shifter judging from their aura, dressed in sturdy but worn clothing and painted in all manner of scars and bruises in various stages of healing. Carrying a build that came from physical work rather than hours poured into the gym. Moving with a kind of posture and grace that both boasted confidence and warned off anyone looking to approach.
They looked like they would break Porter’s back over their knee if he said the wrong thing to him. He hummed, wondering what he’d have to say to get them to blow his back out rather than break it.
Dropping into a stool on the far end of the bar, they asked for a beer in a voice that had tingles rushing up his spine. He stared at the rings decorating their fingers, heavy and dark in colour. Likely a steel or titanium. The lights of the bar danced over the rings as they accepted the beer brought to them and left Porter nearly hypnotized.
“Staring’s rude,” they spoke before taking a sip of the beer, staring forward the entire time. Rather than being embarrassed over being caught, Porter simply smiled, lifted his newly poured drink and slid from his own stool to close the distance between them. Leaning against the bar just inside of an arm’s length from them, he let his whiskey dangle loosely from his fingers as he gave them an open once over.
“I would happily break all the social rules of etiquette if it meant I could continue admiring you,” he admitted, and watched in curiousity as they paused midsip, turning their head just enough to stare at him from the corner of their eye. Their brows lowered, and Porter was fascinated to see the briefest flicker of something very dangerous wash over their face.
“Family name,” they stated in a flat voice. Porter pretended for a moment he didn’t understand their request, tilting his head in mock confusion, and a thrill of delight hit him as they set the bottle of beer down with a firm ‘thunk’ and turned on the stool to face him properly. Body leaning forward and head dipping down a bit all while holding his eyes with a gaze that screamed predator. “Tell me your family name. Now.”
It took a very loud back and forth in his mind of whether he should provoke this wolf just a bit further and see if he could get some fun out of it, but eventually he simply smiled and tipped his head towards them.
“Porter Solaire,” he offered, and watched in growing fascination as every muscle in their body relaxed. They turned away from him again and resumed drinking, as if they intended on ignoring him. “Are you familiar with them?” he asked.
“Enough to know I’ve got no beef with you,” they answered, shooting him another sideways look. “…for now, at least.”
I would like to please request Afab nonbinary Darlin x Amab nonbinary Freelancer smut please.
Top freelancer with the two sneaking off during a party, been dating for a while, Freelancer calls Darlin 'puppy' during sex
Please and Thank Yo, I love your writing!!!
Tustle in the woods
Ship: Tank x Freelancer
Type: smut ⚠️ (minors DNI on this one)
Description: Tank tracks down Freelancer during the solstice and the two slip off into the woods for a bit of private fun
⚠️ as you can probably tell from the tag this is fem! Gender neutral tank x masc! Gender neutral freelancer, I tried to keep gendering terms lighter in this but I am still relatively new to writing smut so feel free to give me advice!
Includes: Darling being rendered to as pup/puppy, biting, semi public sex (forest), vaginal sex, masochistic undertones, praise, blood play?(Incredibly minor but I'd rather mention it to be safe)
Tank was having a pretty great night. It was the solstice, they finally had good people in their life to celebrate with and those same people wanted them around just as much.
They'd already beat the shit out of Christian, gotten kicked out of the kitchen by Sam and David because they'd made a plan with Ash for him to distract them while they stole food (they'd gotten caught but they did get food so who really cares), and gotten to go for a run with the pack for the first time in years.
They were sweaty and probably gross but it was fucking great. Magic was rushing through every cell in their body making them feel like they could take anyone or anything in a fight. But first they had to track down their partner.
Thankfully the Freelancer wasn't hit as hard by the solstice, but they still felt off so David, being the ever gracious host he was, set up a room upstairs for them to crash whenever they needed. A room that was now empty. Tank slipped between people, trying to sniff out anything besides sweaty wolves. Their eyes landed on the back door. At least if they went outside they would be able to call their partner to track them down.
The door slid shut behind them as they took a deep breath of the cool night air. The sounds of crickets, frogs and leaves in the breeze making for a pleasant backdrop. They could completely understand why their mate chose to relax out here instead. The mate in question was on their back in the middle of the yard, laying in the grass. It was the most beautiful sight in the world, the person they loved most completely at peace sprawled out under the moonlight. Every part of the wolf was drawn in by then, their peace so beautifully opposite to everything the wolf was used too.
They didn't even open their eyes. They didn't need to- even without auras they knew everything about each other, right down to the sound of each others footsteps. They smiled, reaching upwards
"C'mere." Despite their tough exterior, the head strong, unshakable Tank that everyone knew, that one word was enough to bring them to their knees.
They hovered over their partner, just savoring their soft expression until their eyes opened. That alone was enough to make Darling melt. When had they gotten so soft?
Freelancers hand gently cupped the side of their face, which they gladly leaned into "Hey Darling, how's the party?"
They turned into their lovers wrist, pressing soft kisses to it. "Not as fun without you."
"Oh yeah Puppy?" A shudder slipped down their spine. Freelancer did nothing to disguise the smug look on their face or the flash of desire in their eyes.
"Don't start that now."
"Oh? What's wrong baby?" they were hitting all of their buttons shameless and without fear of the wolf looming over them.
"You need to spend less time with that damned incubus."
"Don't give him too much credit."
"True, you don't need much prompting to get handsy in public."
"Handsy? But I'm barely touching you. Now if I did this..." They ran their free hand down Darlings back, following their spine until their fingers slid just past the waist band of their pants. "This, would be getting handsy."
"You're pushing it."
"I can push it farther~" they slid their hand farther into their pants, grabbing their ass. "We are the only people out here, after all."
"Freelancer, We are still in clear view of the house. If anyone looks out a window they can see us."
"Well maybe we should find somewhere quieter, I know a cozy quiet place."
"We can't fuck in Davids house, Sam will catch us and then David will kill us."
"Wanna leave early then?"
They considered their options. On one hand, they could ditch their friends and not see them for the rest of the night, but they would get a much better view in exchange. Or they could stick around with the people they love, but have to hold off on having their partner to themself. "Or... I have a better idea."
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They couldn't help but grin, this is what their teenage years should have been, running off into the woods, giggling and holding hands with their partner who was equally as excited to be sneaking off from the party. They occasionally stopped, one of them dragging the other into a deep kiss. Eventually Darlins back hit a tree, and they stopped caring if it was far enough away.
Darling barely even fumble getting freelancers pants down, certainly wasn't the first time they'd had to get them off without looking. "Awfully eager, aren't you baby?"
"You started this."
They smirked and shrugged, all too happy with the position they found themself in. "Maybe. You gunna let me top this time, Puppy?"
A shiver rolled down their spine as they pulled freelancers hips closer, grinding against them. They leaned into Darlin's shoulder with a groan. "Keep calling me that and I might let you do it more often."
"Point taken." Freelancer started nipping at their neck, grinding back against them, holding one of Darlins hands where it was on their hip and pinning the other against the tree. Soft moans poured out of both of them.
"Fuck- just get these off me already."
"Aw, but you look so cute making a mess of yourself Puppy." They did their best to hold back, but when Freelancers hips bucked into theirs they whined. They fucking whined! Immediately embarrassment settled into their chest, but before they could say anything their lips were slammed against their mates as they finally started fumbling with their pants.
"More. More of that. Jesus fuck, you sound amazing."
"You like it that much, huh? Ah- fuck. I'll take you half ripping my pants off as a yes."
They wasted no time introducing Darlings pants to the forest floor, their underwear quickly following suit.
"Fuck, the things I would do to you if we had the time... When we get home- shit!" Their mates sentence was quickly forgotten as Darling sank their teeth into the crook of their neck. It happened so frequently at this point that neither of them would be surprised if the bruises stayed permanently this time.
They both groaned and ground together, making Freelancers underwear wet from both sides. "How do you want this Puppy?"
"Fuck, I don't care, I just need you."
"God, you're so hot when you're desperate."
"You always say I'm hot."
They smirked before leaning in, lips just barely grazing their ear as they slipped a hand between their thighs, gently easing a finger inside of them. "Cause I always think you're hot. You get me going like nothing else. I don't care if we get seen. Anyone who did see us would just get jealous, wanting to take my place fucking you senseless against this tree, drawing out all those pretty noises you can make. But that's my job isn't it? Just mine. I'm the only one who gets to see this side of you, isn't that right, Puppy?"
Moans were pulled from the back of their throat, despite their effort to hold them off. "Well it's not like we've let anyone catch us, so I gue- ah! Fuck!"
Apparently that was the perfect time to press in with a second finger. "You can cut the bolstering, it's just us. Relax, let yourself enjoy it, let me hear your noises. You're safe with me. Always."
Only their mate would find a way to be all soft and sweet with two fingers knuckle deep inside them. But they listened, hesitantly leaning into freelancers shoulder and moaning softly against their neck. "There you go, such a good Puppy. You like that, don't you?"
Their breath stuttered as they gasped "Fuck, just fuck me already, please, I need you in me."
"Oh? Finally made a decision on how you want me to fuck you baby? Do share" They nipped at Freelancers neck with a drawn out groan.
"I need you in me."
"I'm already in you, if you want something different you'll have to be more specific, Pup."
Darling shuddered as they curled their fingers to emphasise their point "I want your dick in me, I want you to fuck me hard right here. I want you to bite and kiss me until I cum around you."
Freelancer gave them a peck on the lips. "Much better. Good Puppy."
They pulled their fingers out, drawing more whines from their mate before lining themself up and slowly pressing in. Darling gasped before pressing their lips to the side of their neck, busying themself with the skin there and muffling their moans. While Freelancer kisses the side of their head
"Fuck, you feel so good Puppy, so good for me. You're such a good Puppy. So fucking tight around me. Tell me when you're ready baby."
They let go of their mates neck- pulling them into a proper kiss- groaning and shuddering at any slight shift of their hips. After a minute they started grinding on Freelancer, the absent-minded praise that spilled from their lips was getting to them more and more by the second.
"Please- fuck. Just fuck me."
"Using your manners, good job Puppy." They finally started moving. Darling grabbed onto freelancers back, digging their nails in as they groaned. "That's it, you sound so nice, baby. You feel amazing around me. God, when you tighten down- shit!"
They bit down on their mates neck, moving their hips to meet freelancers. Who, in response grabbed Darling by their hair, yanking them off of their neck only to return the gesture, closing their teeth on the nape of their neck. They gasped in response, clawing at Freelancers back and letting out a ragged moan.
Freelancer picked up the pace, moving their hands to Darlings thighs and digging in their nails until they whimpered. It wasn't an easy sound to pull out of them, but with how often Freelancer put in the work to get it and how their dick twitched, they obviously thought it was worth it.
Their lips were practically glued to the wolves skin, even as their hips continued to slam against them, only pulling away to grag or dig their teeth in over and over and over until finally the skin on their neck gave in and a few beads of blood slipped out along with a keening moan.
They licked at the bite, pressing their tongue firmly against it, putting a claim on their blood as well as their pleasure "God every part of you tastes so fucking good puppy."
They shuddered, a strangled "Oh fuck" slipping past their lips as they tightened down, the pain put them firmly on the edge.
"Shit puppy, almost there?" They nodded firmly, to breathless for proper words. "Yeah, I bet. Squeezing me like that? Shit baby, you've got me close. Can't have me cumming before you though, can we? No, I wanna see you cum first, puppy"
They slid their hand down Darlings body, following it with kisses, their lips stopping at their chest while their hand continued until it was between their thighs, firmly pressed against them, giving them something to grind against.
"There you go, humping my hand like a dog, isn't that right pup? You gunna cum for me now?" They nodded, panting and whining as their head fell back to their lovers shoulder.
"Go on then, get off on my hand like the good puppy you are." They weren't normally one to follow orders without at least hesitating, but god, it was impossible to resist their mate. Their legs shuddered as they gasped and whimpered, the world going fuzzy as their orgasm rolled through them.
They were still coming down from the high when Freelancers hips stuttered, finishing not long after them. "Oh fuck, you feel so good, love you so much. Fuck!"
They Leaned into Darlin, both of them catching their breaths, pressed up against each other, freelancers hand running through the hair at the base of their neck while Darlin g clawed at their hips gently. Eventually Darling broke the silence "I hope that was far enough away, or Sam's gunna beat out asses."
Freelancer burst out laughing "Oh god, I hope so. Just in case..." They pulled their head away, raising their voice a bit "Sorry Sam!"
They couldn't help but laugh as well. "If he did hear, I really don't think that would make up for it."
"Eh, he's heard worse. Speaking of worse, I'm probably gunna have to go lay down for awhile."
"Oh shit, that's right! Are you ok? We can go home now if you want."
"Nah, I'm fine. You enjoy your time with the pack, I'll take a bit to recover, then we can head home and I can do all the things I've been wanting to do to you all night."
"You sure that's smart? You've been up and down all night, going for too long may not be the best idea."
They just shrugged "I'll feel better at some point, then we can get it on. Your good solstice only comes around once a year, and I've got a few ideas that I've heard will only work today."
"... Have you been talking to Angel recently?"
"I don't know what you could possibly mean."
They scoffed rolling their eyes. "Alright, let's get inside and cleaned up so you can rest. You're going to need it."
After the two fixed their clothes, Freelancer slipped their hand into their mates. "Hey, I love you. I'm happy being with you, and I'm so glad that you can be vulnerable with me. I know it isn't always easy for you."
Darling was sure they looked flustered, they definitely felt embarrassed. "The same goes for you. And, I love you too. Now let's go."
If this does well then ill make more. I got all of these ships by spinning a wheel i made…LMAO
Sweetie x Ivan
This can go one of two ways… But let’s put this in the happiest possible context.
Sweetie is the absolutest fear-chaser ever. Ivan? SPECIFICALLY Vega-Ized Ivan? He’s finally someone who he can peacefully strap down and keep for himself. (With the Assumption that Sweetie is just as much of a freak as they are in Role-play scenarios)
If we we’re to put Sweetie in Baby’s exact place…let’s be honest. Theres an 80% they’d be falling headfirst into their romantic doom. And or getting off to it.
Regular Ivan? Hesitant to dip into Sweeties fantasies. He cares about them a lot. Fucking up and loosing them is the last thing he’d want. He wouldn’t know what to do if he had lost them…however, Vega would.
Freelancer x Geordi
It definitely gives friends to lovers, Freelancer falling harder after Geordi fell first. Freelancer had been there for Geordi for…god, how long? Too long. It’s impossible not to consider it, yknow, consider the fact that there might be more behind Freelancers devilish smile. More behind the way Freelancer restores the light in Geordi’s eyes.
Better yet: Coffeeshop AU. A Classic. Broke and tired college student and the cute barista who draws all over Freelancers cup.
Very much two dyed and pierced baddies, i don’t make the rules. They also paint eachothers nails cuz yeah. fuck you.
Sweetheart x Guy
Tall and slender, well put together and organized X Short and chubby, messy asf and falling apart at the seams T4T
Choose a nice and sophisticated name VS ‘Guy’. Also very much ‘they walk him like a dog’ vibes. Shined Doc Martins VS old rugged converses.
The first time Guy had heard sweetheart’s laugh….he just about shit himself. Not only was their expression priceless but god was that fugly noise they made charming.
Vincent once mentioned having previously hooked up with air elementals. And now I'm thinking, did Lasko just happen to be one of them? Because that would honestly be kinda funny.
And the timeline would work. Lasko would've been an adult by 2012, and Vincent and Lovely didn't meet until 2020. So there's an 8 year gap there for Lasko and Vincent to have come across each other.
Not my cup of tea, but there's a crackship for you, I guess? XD
I saw @h3lektra post about a meme being Vincent/Porter core.
So I did art of it. Vincent on the left, Porter on the right.
And I had to make it so that not only is Vincent thinking Mortal Kombat style fatality, but it's with the electric one. Especially funny if you imagine this as before Vincent and Lovely met.
could you maybe do a Vincent x Guy continuation, for the first time Vincent ever bites Guy? I dunno if it’ll work out like this but it would be cool if that could turn kinda spicy ngl.
One track mind (pt 2)
Ship: Vincent x Guy
Type: fluf to mild spice
Description: Vincent finally gets permission to tell Guy about magic and takes that chance while they are watching a movie which leads to both of them getting very distracted.
(pt 1)
"Which would you choose?"
"Hm?"
Guy tilted his head back to look up at Vincent. The two were curled together on his couch under a blanket, watching a movie that Guy insisted was actually decent if you took nothing seriously and made fun of it the whole time.
"Vampire or werewolf, which would you go out with?"
He chuckled "I guess it depends. Which one would you be?"
"Pfft- flirt. No, but for real. I'm not in the equation, you have a hot ass vampire and werewolf pining after you, which would you go with?"
"I dunno, I guess it'd depend more on who I clicked with then what they are for me."
"Boooo realistic practical answers are boring!"
"Oh really? Then what'd you pick?"
"Werewolf, duh. Vampires are all cold and dating someone who lives forever would cause so many problems. Werewolves are warm and you get a giant dog whenever you want! Well, actually I guess that depends on which iteration of werewolf and vampire we go with. Based on this movie I'd definitely take a werewolf over a vampire."
"What if the vampire was warm blooded? Not freezing, they felt the same as any other human?"
"Then I'd more hesitantly select werewolf. The giant dog part definitely keeps them ahead. Plus, I'm not a huge fan of needles and being bitten by a vampire would probably be similar to that, right? And I mean, if you date a vampire you're getting bitten, either for food or spicy reasons, it's happening eventually."
"What if it didn't hurt? Or they found a way to just never bite you?"
Guy reached up and patted his face. Not like his cheek or anything cute or normal, no. Just open hand across the entirety of his face. "Don't worry Vince, if it were between vampire you and a werewolf I'd still pick you."
He laughed "What makes you think I'd be a vampire? And you better not say the way I dress."
"I mean... It's not not the way you dress.."
"You shit-" he grabbed Guy who instantly tried to retreat into himself.
"Nononono, I'm sorry! I take it back!"
"Good" he wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him back up and kissing the side of his neck. He should tell him. He could. The email had arrived a few days ago, officially giving him permission from the department to tell his boyfriend what he was.
Logically Vincent knew it would probably go fine, Guy was pretty open and chill about things, no doubt he'd adjust quickly. Besides, Guy already loved his fangs, knowing what they could do would probably do the opposite of scare him.
"Imagine this is how you find out I'm a werewolf. Just, "you need to pick werewolf now cause I am one!" I think I'd be a werewolf. I stay up late a lot but I don't think I could live without the sun."
"What if I was a vampire?"
"Like I said, I'd pick you over a werewolf."
"No, not that. What if I told you right now that magic were real, and that I was a vampire?"
"Well then you'd have to help me learn how to do magic! Obviously if magic is real I gotta learn some. That'd be epic!"
"It isn't something you can learn, you have to be born with it, or you can get turned by a vampire... Like me."
"Damn, I can't win even in hypotheticals."
He paused the movie. "It's not hypothetical. Guy, magic is real. I'm a vampire."
Guy looked back at him with a dumb grin "Oh no! Whatever shall I do with a hot vampire boyfriend?"
"I'm serious. Magic is a real thing. Some people are born with what is called a core, it's connected to a different plane of reality by threads that they can use to pull magic through to our plane and use it. Vampirism is the only way for a human to get the ability to use magic without them being born with a core."
"... Ok... I have some questions..." Vincent was stunned by how easily he accepted it.
"You- you don't want proof or anything?"
"of course I do, but I want to know what you can do first. So, you drink blood, right?"
"Yes. And no, animal blood does not work. It has to be human."
"Damn. Ok, can you go out in the sun?"
"No. At best I can manage a few seconds but I'll get burnt really badly. Anything longer would kill me."
"Ok. Garlic?"
"Harmless."
"Mirrors?"
"Nope. Silver isn't any more harmful then any other metal."
"What about a wooden stake?"
"It'd hurt, but there's nothing special about them."
"Sounds like a yes to the healing thing. How about super strength and speed?"
"Yep. Also enhanced senses."
"Is that why you prefer hanging out at your place? I imagine an apartment building would be hell."
"It's definitely a lot. I can hear everything in the building."
"Any other special vampire powers? Can you turn into a bat or something?"
"I wish. No, but we can use the other types of magic and trance people."
"Have you ever done that to me?"
"No! I would never! When we first met I was looking for someone to feed on, but if I get close to someone I won't trance them unless they ask."
"Thought so, but I wanted to be sure. In that case, show me what you got vamp boy!"
"Alright, well this is normally one of the first things people go for to prove general magic." A small flame appeared in his palm. Guy looked shocked, opening and closing his mouth a few times before hesitantly hovering his own hand nearby, thankfully not trying to actually touch the flame.
He took in the warmth for a minute, longer than Vincent was expecting. He was clearly processing everything, and it was definitely a lot to process, so he let the silence continue until his partner broke it.
"Ok, yeah, that is pretty hard to argue with. Can't say I really have a comeback for that. So your fangs..." He closed his hand, putting out the flame.
"Are real, yes. And it doesn't actually hurt getting bit by them. Well, a little at the start but then it just feels really good, like-" he was cut off by his boyfriend practically tackling him to the couch with a kiss.
"I can process my entire world changing tomorrow. Right now, my sexy, sexy boyfriend has fangs and that's really hot, so I'm going to focus on that." He was dragged back into another kiss, feeling his lovers tongue brush against his fangs. What was he supposed to do in that situation? He pinned Guy to the couch, hands sliding under his shirt as he grabbed at Vincent's back, groaning softly. He could hear Guys heartbeat speed up, his breath catching when he bit his lower lip. Of course he kept it gentle, in spite of how much he wanted to sink his fangs in and taste his lover on his tongue.
He finally pulled back "You're sure about this?"
"Yeah, you said it didn't hurt and I'm curious. I wanna see what it's like. Worst case scenario I tell you to stop, we never do it again and resume being horned out degenerates."
He pressed a kiss to the side of Guys neck, hesitant to actually bite him. "If it doesn't feel good or you want to stop tell me immediately, ok? I don't want to hurt you."
"Stop worrying so much Vince, I've got this."
"Alright, just, breath for me, ok?" To Guys credit he was a wonder at reading people and knowing when to cut the jokes. He took it seriously, inhaling deeply as Vincent finally sank his fangs into the side of his neck.
He flinched a bit, breath catching but almost immediately melted into the bite, groaning and pulling him closer. "Oh fuck- mhm, ok, yeah, I- fuck- I get it now, holy hell."
He could feel his heartbeat between his teeth, almost like he was holding the heart he loved itself. He could feel the way it sped up as he drew more blood into his mouth, could hear his lovers breath catch when his tongue moved to soothe the bite on his neck, he could taste the enjoyment coursing through his veins as it slipped down his throat.
Vincent finally pulled his fangs out, loving the whine from his lover as he did. "How was that? Too much?"
Guy looked like a mess in the hottest way imaginable. Hair a mess, pupils blown, panting, with part of his stomach showing from his shirt riding up. There was nothing more that Vincent wanted in that moment than to bury himself in his partner, trusting him with every piece of himself.
"I think... We either need to close the blinds or move to the bedroom. Like, now."
He laughed, grinning lovingly at his boyfriend. "How could I say no to a request like that? If that's what you want, then let's go."
