Redacted ASMR headcanons & one-shots

jealousy | darlin & sam |

Sam drank the last of his whiskey before setting it on the bar, motioning the bartender for another. To his left, Darlin sat on the barstool, finishing the last of their drink.

The bartender returns moments later, passing Sam his drink and turning their attention to Darlin.

"So, what's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone?"

Darlin snorts, half smiling as they place their glass on the counter. "What's it to you?"

Sam hasn't a clue why he feels his predator instincts racing, every inclination within his being is screaming at him to pull Darlin back into his car and mark them there and then. He doesn't know what he feels and ignores the tightening of his chest.

He isn't jealous. He isn't.

"Someone as beautiful as yourself shouldn't be sat alone on a Friday night."

Darlin tilts their head upward. "Oh really? Then where should I be?"

Sam knows what they're doing. It's a little game between them. The only difference is they play to get a rise out of him and Sam plays to win.

The vampire notices the way their eyes trail up and down Darlin's face, biting their lip as if hunger is settling within them at the sight of his wolf. Sam couldn't fully blame them. Darlin is very, very attractive.

Sam's hand disappears under the counter, lightly touching Darlin's bare thigh. He watches as their grip on their drink tightens. If they want to play, he'll happily play with them.

"I could think of a few places." The bartender quips, moving to serve other customers.

Sam's hand moves lower, earning an amused look from his wolf. "Someone's jealous."

"I don't have a reason to be. You already know you're mine."

Darlin swings their legs around, turning their body to fully face Sam. "Why don't you show me?"

Sam raises an eyebrow, clasping their hand as his eyes darken. He leads them out of the bar. Arriving at his car, Sam wraps his arm around their waist, pressing them against the car door. Darlin grins, grinding against him as their arms draped around his neck, pulling him closer.

"My place or yours?" Sam asks, leaning in close.

"Yours. You don't have any neighbours - we can be as loud as we want."

Sam's hand tangles in their hair as he pulls them into a kiss. They have a long night ahead of them.