#redacted davey

[avasbetter]

in my dahlia everybody smoke weed. i be seeing drunk hc’s well evbs a POTHEAD here!! milo davey asher AND their listeners hotbox on occasion. sweetheart ,darlin, angel, n baabe like so go on smoke walks tg.

[poedays]

Imagine being Frank Talbot in 2017, for two years you’ve been doing your life’s dream of traveling the world with the love of your life - and then one day, September 3rd 2017, you get a call.

Gabriel Shaw is dead.

His son - little Davey Shaw - is now Alpha of the pack you and Gabe built from the ground up exactly thirty years prior. Your son, now the beta; standing where you once stood.

Shaw and Talbot, like it always had been.

But now, you’re a million miles away, and your best friend is dead. And your sons stand at the head of your legacy.

[dollyshalo]

Silly Angel edit!!

I love them sososososo much UEHWJSJSHE

credits !!

@itsdaifuku and @7olaire on TikTok!!

[miffikun]

trying to stay calm after david saying “baby” today 🧘‍♀️

[vicbutbetter]

I need to draw David again….

[monuma]

Question.....

Is the full David Honeymoon audio free?

[free-boundsoul]

Little nsfw Davey and Angel thought (minors dni please)

I imagine Angel as a chubby/plus sized person with thicc thighs, okay? And Davey can't keep his hands or mouth away.

Don't get me wrong, he loves every inch of his mate. From the smallest mark on their skin to the ends of their hair to the nail on their pinkie toe. The way their nose crinkles when they smile or the little snort they let out when they laugh too hard. He loves it all.

But he loves their thighs. They make a great pillow when he rests his head in their lap, their fingers running through his hair. He loves the feel of their soft skin between his fingers as he spreads their legs. He loves how they look, marked with his hickeys and bite marks. He loves the feel of them when they clench around his head when he goes down on them. He loves it when they wrap around his waist to pull him in deeper.

[teasandcardigans]

sometimes i get wild hairs and restart abandoned wips. it’s my goal to actually post this soon! but alas, a teaser for you, the 3 people that enjoy my posts

*Why were they here?* They didn’t have a good reason. They don’t even remember getting here.

“I needed help,” they tried again, then looked at Milo, “with, uh, social studies.”

It was the only class they had together aside from homeroom and P.E. Darlin was great at social studies, they didn’t need help. Milo took one look at them and they could tell he knew this, too. Marie, however, was fooled, because she grinned.

“Oh, you can help them, right, Mi?” she offered. She put a hand on her hip and pinned Milo with a stern look. “Your homework is done, correct?”

“You said it had to be done before Dad got home,” Milo grumbled. He checked the faux watch on his wrist. “So, I’ve got, uhhh, four days?”

Marie’s hand was swift, smacking him hard on back of the head. Darlin stifled a laugh, but knew Milo’s comment was based in truth. Colm was rarely seen and heard from even less, living and breathing at the Department as a beat cop. Most of the time, it was Marie and Milo at pack events. The last time Darlin saw Colm was months ago and it was obvious he was sour, something tense happening between himself and Marie.

“Knock it off,” she scolded, then turned back to Darlin. “Are you hungry? Dinner will be ready soon.”

“I can eat,” Darlin tried to answer nonchalantly. How did they not realize how starved they felt? Darlin felt like they could eat the Greer’s entire pantry in one sitting right now.

But their answer appeared to please Marie, as she disappeared back into the kitchen with a squeeze to Darlin’s shoulder. Milo stared, raising a brow.

“Social studies?” he said with less snark than Darlin was expecting. Still, they rolled their eyes.

“Can we just go downstairs?”