#sam collins

[crunchybush]

Darlin is my most used phrase

let me hear your thoughts/opinions

I just realized the word Darlin has been my most used phrase could just be the southern in me I do love the word darlin or from too much redacted Sam lol, . I use the phrase passively rather than romantically cause I feel like the word can be used that way ya know so that’s all what do yall think ? Can the word be passive

[crunchybush]

OC Mood Board

Redacted Fans you’ve seen vampire cowboy now get ready for werewolf Cafe owner cowboy

I made my own universe and such for art and I decided to share my Werewolf OC Louis with the Redacted audio Fandom enjoy the cowboy wolf

let me know what yall think of My OC Louis in the comments

[crunchybush]

I’m not sorry for loving you Sam X Alexis Angst Fic

Epic the musical I’m not sorry for loving you fits them

Sam laid in bed during the sun bound solstice sick and weak the relationship between darlin has been a year strong so far .

Alexis sat at her balcony exhausted and sad memories of Sam popping up again to which. She said to herself

Alexis : “ I’m not sorry for loving you “ she said with lack of regret of turning Sam into a vampire

Alexis : “ I’m tired and angry and restless and sad , im stuck in the moments I’ wish that we had “ Alexis muttered to herself as tears fell down

Sam laid in bed the memories coming back to him he hated the fact Alexis turned him against his will

Sam : “ I love you but not in the way you want want me to “ Sam couldn’t forgive Alexis no matter how many good or decent memories he had with Alexis

Alexis : “ I hate that I fell in love with you “ Alexis said looking at a picture of Sam

Sam : “ why did I fall in love with you “ Sam said to himself as he coughed from the sickness

Alexis : “ what do I do with this love for you? “ Alexis asked herself sneezing and crying

Alexis : “ why in the world won’t you love me too “ Alexis asked herself some small part of her wished the man could forgive her and start over

Sam Wiped a few tears that left his cheek and looked to his mate who came into the room with medicine . Darlin wiped the tears from Sam and held them

Sam : “ Stupid memories coming back up is all don’t worry about me darlin “ Sam said through a whimpering voice and sniffles trying to keep his strong front before breaking down and feeling his mates embrace

Alexis : “ I hate that I fell In love with you “ Alexis whispered to herself before throwing the picture of Sam in the trash

The two vampires sick during the sun bound solstice two different pains one common reason for it But even Alexis knew Sam wouldn’t come back for good reasons

[crunchybush]

Sam Pampering his mate Redacted Audio Sam x Darlin Fic

enjoy Sam and Darlin fans Lots of Wolf/Shifted Darlin

The Week was a hard one for Darlin they opted to take Asher’s late night security jobs for the week due to Babe dealing with a nasty fever

Sam looked at his mate Darlin who looked exhausted and still doing the best they can to recover

Sam : “ Darlin I am going to make it my mission to ensure you are relaxed and pampered , can’t you see you have been working your ass off don’t you think you deserve a day of peace “ ? Sam asked his mate

Darlin knew Sam was right so they nodded slowly and they couldn’t resist Sam’s beautiful pleading face if vampires could do puppy eyes then Sam clearly nailed it .

Darlin : “ Ok cowboy pamper me show me what you got planned “ they melted from a kiss sam gave them

Sam : “ alright well after the uh breakfast I made you we can go on a hike or we could just cuddle here” . Sam replied with glee

Breakfast was calm and simple eggs and bacon with waffles and a can of monster energy that Asher had left since Asher knew they owed darlin one for all the late night security stress

Once the Breakfast dishes had been cleaned Sam laid down next to darlin who snuggled up next to him the view of his mate a completely calm and content person they truly have healed over the years and they deserve it after the hell they went through with Quinn and losing a friend and You don’t crawl out of hell with just a scratch you leave with a permanent scar a scar that like any has healed and no longer hurts as much when pressed and darlin these days views what they went through as a sign of strength they survived Quinn they can survive anything .

Darlin Shifted into their wolf form the black furred wolf wriggled leaving the clothes they had worn falling off onto the ground as the black wolf huffed unlike Asher who didn’t mind a pair of shorts or a clearly baggy shirt on their wolf form , darlin prefer to not have any clothes dragging with them the fur of theirs has always been fluff and the idea of having to take shedded fur tufts out of shirts didn’t sound fun

Sam : “ My big bad wolf “ Sam whispered as he pet darlin on the head and hugged them gently

Sam : “ you feel Lighter That’s good don’t think I didn’t forget that butler sam joke earlier “

Darlin was being pampered they really enjoyed spending a lot of time shifted in their wolf form much like Asher . Darlin huffed and nuzzled Sam’s hand as the vampire gave the wolf head scratches and even a few belly rubs which made the fluffy black wolf Whine from contentment and yip

Sam : “ Good wolf you are so cute who’s a good boy “ Sam joked as darling chuffed a wolf like laugh enjoying the playful banter

Darlin licked Sam’s cheek and let out a few barks and growls expressing enjoyment as they leaned into the scratches and they’re leg instinctively kicking as Sam has reached the itchy spot a day old mosquito bite

Asher would often times joke that Darlin was like they’re twin in the sense in private they enjoyed to be pampered in wolf form they didn’t find it degrading nor did they care about the dog jokes they loved the love and attention .

darlin spent the day accompanying Sam on a hike and once the hike was done they were back home darlin was curled up next to Sam and Sam watched Darlin Gnaw on a bone from a deer they hunted and feasted upon .

Sam : “ ok ok I was just playing “ Sam replied to the wolf darlin who guarded the bone after Sam jokingly tried to touch it

Night time came darlin was sleeping on they’re side having to choose to stay a wolf despite the joke of Sam saying they were a fluff teddy bear which wasn’t so bad since Sam made sure to give them lots of hugs ,ear , head, chin scratches , and of course kisses .

Sam : “ Good Night “ Sam whispered to Darlin the wolf’s tail wagged slowly from the vampires voice

[importanthingsthatiforget]

Oh to be a cowboy and have pretty wavy light brown hair that is neck length, crimson red eyes with a slight touch of lie blue in it, a greek nose, a stubble and have a nice jaw.

Oh, to wear t-shirt with flannels (gray ones, not only the red ones) and a tan shade rancher jacket and some old dark navy blue jeans

Oh to be Sam Collins

[nanowatzophina]

I did it.

please forgive the… uh… rough dialogue. still not great at writing that. but I think the idea gets across—

also, I hc darlin’ as a lil touch averse so that’s why Sam asks first.

edit: I forgot to make her eyes glow on that last page. oof. here u go

[nanowatzophina]

Lol, the comic is getting out of hand. I’ll work on it but its gonna be awhile. so for now. here’s a lil Sam and Darlin’ for ya, @echoschaoticreality 💕

Tank is not a morning person. They need food in em first before they can be pleasant.

[cudavianka]

redacted crackship anyone? no?

not even SamxDavid?

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 of 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 discouraging 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 around 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.

"Next time, you're wearing it."

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