“i love you, angel”

courtney • 30 • he/she

[graviticseer]

orange?? i love physical manifestations like this okay yes fuck him up. but ORANGE???

[graviticseer]

orange?? i love physical manifestations like this okay yes fuck him up. but ORANGE???

[grilledcheezy92]

I mean it could be pretty spooky

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[abbyghoth]

I don't see a problem with orange either. I've always seen D'Deridahn as being associated with red-ish orange. I couldn't think of a better color either. Most colors wouldn't fit at all, except for like red but that'd be so lame. Red eyes are cool 'n all but they are soooooo overused. I'm already so glad that redacted vampires don't have red eyes. I think orange is perfect

[alphadavidshaw]

nobody asked

[chimckenns]

David NSFWWWWW

Angel, still in the afterglow of their orgasm, shaking and overstimulated.

David doesn’t stop. He still needs to punish them for teasing him all day in front of the pack. Even as Angel’s gasping and screaming he ruts into them, biting down on their shoulder to stop them from squirming away.

Angel claws at the broad expanse of his back, grounding themself before they get too lightheaded. He fills them up so well, and every thrust was aimed at that one spot that made their toes curl and see stars as their eyes rolled back.

“Davey, ah-!”

He bit down on them once more, sucking at the skin. He was relentless, filling them up right to the hilt before pulling out and thrusting back in again, each movement accompanied by the wet slap of skin on skin.

It doesn’t take long for Angel to come again, back arching and head rolling back against the pillows. Their legs shake, and the release hits them in waves.

Only then is David satisfied. He followed close behind, thrusting into them one last time and emptying his seed deep inside them.

Body relaxing, he nuzzled the crook of their neck as he propped himself up by the elbows, but let his lower body rest on top of theirs - enough weight to make them happy, but not too much that he’d crush them.

They spent a few silent moments catching their breath before Angel let out a laugh, arms holding their mate and stroking his back.

“Maybe I should tease you more often.”

David’s head snapped up, giving them a disapproving glare.

“Angel.”

“You have another pack meeting tomorrow, right?” Their face lit up with a shit eating grin. Despite their messy hair and sweat clinging to their skin, David couldn’t help but admire them and how beautiful they looked. This wonderful mess of a mate was his, and his alone.

But that didn’t distract him from the dangerous proposition they were suggesting.

David leaned his forehead against theirs, and rolled his hips. He hadn’t pulled out yet, leaving Angel gasping as they felt how hard he still was.

“Do I need to punish you more?”

They bit their lip, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer for a kiss.

“Maybe.”

[rarelyisa]

why so grumpy.

[graviticseer]

[artist credit] [toyhouse]

happy two year anniversary to my fave creep 🩷🖤

[ruubric]

very nsfw ♡

David sits in front of the mirror, with a squirming and whimpering Angel between his thick sweat-studded thighs that bulge out of the shorts he decided to wear that morning.

From this position, he can see all of Angel's neediness in the reflection of the mirror. He works at them...Tapping, and swirling and rubbing and tracing and teasing his fingers where they are most desperate for him.

His fingers-- his thick, firm and slightly calloused fingers-- are coated in Angel's delectable essence, so wet and warm.

Their head leans forward, bowing as if in a pleading prayer, begging ineligible, as they ask for all of him. The way they say his name feels like honey covering the depths of his core.

Their eyes are squeezed shut, focusing on all the pleasure that David's fingers give as an offering to his Angel. He chuckles lowly against their ear; now, now, that simply will not do.

"Don't close your eyes, I want you to watch what I do to you," his voice is breathless, husky, eager in their ear. It sends hot licks to their stomach as they arch their back pushing their ass into his hardened length-- David grits back a sinful moan-- and the back of their head into his chest.

Angel's eyes flutter open and they catch sight of themselves in the reflective surface. They look like a mess. Their lips curl up, in a dazed smile. A hot mess. Thanks to those fingers.

David smiles gleefully at their expression, before he fixes his free arm, just under their chin. "You know what to do, just don't take your eyes off of your beautiful self."

He's right. Angel does know what to do, in fact...it's their pleasure. With their eyes still ahead, they angle their head slightly downward and bite into the glorious muscles he has presented them.

They suck and lap and kiss his arm, basically in heaven at this point.

David nuzzles into the side of their face, nipping at their ear. "You want people to know I belong to you so bad, right? Mark me then." He almost melts as Angel starts grinding into and up against him like an animal, driven by nothing more than their carnal desires.

His laugh that follows is so smug that it only turns Angel on more. They talk a big game, they tease and simper, but at the end of the day, they love nothing more that to be a pleading mess in their husband's arms.

And David feels the same way too.

[maruniee]

whatever man. kinktober wip. since yall like him so bad. nsfw under cut.

[chimckenns]

Angel was at a breaking point. Their morning train was late so they didn’t come to the office in time. Their coffee was watery. Their team was falling apart, leaving Angel to pick up the pieces and finish the work. Everything was going to shit.

They came home exhausted, throwing their bag on the floor and trudging to the kitchen for some water. They haven’t even had time to eat today. Opening the cabinet door, Angel reached up for the glass cups when one fell, crashing to the ground with a shatter, pieces scattering all over the floor.

Fuck.

Angel stood in silence, brain unable to process everything that happened. Their mind was still in the past, thinking about everything that went wrong, not quite able to catch up to the present.

They looked up at the clock. 8:27pm. David would be coming home soon.

They should clean up before he comes back.

First they need a dust pan. But the glass pieces were everywhere, they couldn’t take a step without hurting themself. A few shards got into their foot, they realised, blood seeping out from the wound.

They have so much to do, but they’re stuck in place. Their hands itch to move but their mind is telling them not to.

The front door clicked.

David was home.

Angel panicked, not knowing what to do. They wrung their hands and looked around frantically.

Why does today have to be like this?

David frowned. Usually he’d hear their footsteps running to the door when he came home, but it was silent. The lights were on though, so they had to be home.

“Angel?” He opened the door slowly, brows furrowed when no reply came. After dumping his things at the entrance he walked to the kitchen to find his mate standing in place. Their eyes widened when their gazes met, glassy with a stray tear falling down their cheek. David could smell blood too.

In a few quick strides he approached them to find the shattered glass.

Angel’s gaze followed his to the floor, and they snapped out of their trance, bending down and frantically picking the pieces up. Never mind that the glass was sharp and cut their palm. They just need to clean this mess, to bring everything together, to take control again. They didn’t notice the tears escaping their eyes.

“Angel. Look at me.” Warm hands interrupted them, holding theirs.

They looked up. David’s eyes were gentle and worried, not angry. One hand released their hold on Angel’s, and moved to cup their cheek, thumb wiping away the tears.

His touch said a thousand words. Loudest of all was “I’m here.”

That was enough.

Angel released their pent up stress and exhaustion, letting the dam of tears flow. David wasted no time to gather them in his arms, but not before using magic to erase the glass pieces on the floor and in their hand.

Their hand gripped his shirt, holding on like he was their life line. He let them cry into his chest, a hand rubbing their back in soothing circles.

“I’m sorry. I can’t undo what happened in the day, but I can at least make it a good night. You’re home in my arms now. You can let go.”

[chimckenns]

David loves watching Angel sleep. So much so that he’ll wake up early just to have ten extra minutes to hold them and watch them while they rest.

He loves the way that their head rests on his chest, occasionally nuzzling further into him with a soft mumble. They drool a little, but he doesn’t care. They’re beautiful no matter what they do. Their peaceful expression, and the fact that he’s the cause of it, fills his heart with peace - like a reminder that his presence is needed and wanted.

He’ll gently brush away the hair that falls over their eyes, fingers lingering at their cheek. Angel loves it when he runs his fingers through their hair, so when they seem like they might wake up, he’ll lull them back to sleep by stroking their hair. It always works - their furrowed brows soften, and their breathing slows once more.

Their weight on his chest is his favourite feeling. Their comfort and love, all bundled up in this tiny human being, sleeping on top of their mate.

Sometimes David still can’t believe that they’re married.

But the ring on their finger that rests at his side grounds him, and reminds him that he’s not alone.

[chimckenns]

NSFWWW

Angel being a menace, frustrated that David had to go on a security gig a few towns away for a week, decided to send him a video of them pleasuring themself.

Using toys.

Now they never use toys in the bedroom - they never had to. David always knows exactly what Angel wants and needs to feel good, and they’ve never had a need for toys in the first place. No toy could ever replace the delicious way his fingers knew where to curl, nor the way he fills them up all the way.

But Angel was feeling mischievous, knowing that doing this would no doubt make David furious (at the toy, not at Angel) and he’ll come home quicker. They secretly purchased one, and started plotting their secret plan.

They made sure to be especially vocal and moan his name while they hit that spot with the dildo. Granted, it wasn’t nearly as big nor as satisfying as David’s, but Angel wanted to exaggerate a bit just to get on his nerves. They bit their lip, imagining his large hands roam their body.

They hit send and turned off their phone, giggling to themself and falling asleep with the satisfaction of knowing that he’ll be pent up and they’ll be punished with some fun when he got home.

[chimckenns]

After an extremely busy week, Angel needs quality time to recharge.

This means they’ll come home and immediately cling onto David, burying their face in his chest and wrapping their arms and legs around him. This is also the rare time that they’re quiet - the exhaustion making it hard for them to talk.

David welcomes them at the door with his arms open, ready to catch them as they cling onto him. He’ll hold them up with one arm while his other continues stirring the pot of chilli he made for dinner. He’ll hum a little, knowing that Angel loves the vibrations of hi chest when he does so. Every few minutes he’ll also press gentle kisses to the top of their head, smiling when they nuzzle further into him.

When they’ve recharged enough, they’ll pop their head up with a little “hi”. David will drop whatever he’s doing to give them a proper kiss on the lips, cupping their cheek with one big hand. He’ll reply, “hi” while stroking their cheek with his thumb, taking in the bags under their eyes and the lack of energy in their voice.

“Wanna have dinner? Or do you want to cuddle some more for now?” He’ll ask, other hand stroking their back in soothing motions. He patiently waits for them to reply, knowing their mind is tired.

“Cuddle.” Angel would say. And they’d watch a bit of Star Trek while resting in each others arms.

[chimckenns]

Every solstice, David renews his vows to Angel.

In the last hours of the night, when it’s just him and his mate in his arms, he takes time to reflect on the year.

That’s when he knew that everything in his life happened because Angel was by his side.

His strength. His resilience in overcoming the challenges the year threw at him. His power. His feeling of safety. His love.

Everything linked to Angel.

And now, watching his mate’s eyes sparkle as they gazed at the stars, he feels complete.

The power of his wolf thrumming in his veins. A day spent with the people he loves. And the love of his life in his arms.

He can’t help but feel sentimental.

He knows these feelings are important, so he chooses to move past his fears and vocalises them. Angel has only ever been accepting of every part of him, so he knows that they’ll listen.

So he renews his vows, promising to protect them, to spend the rest of his life showing how much they mean to him. He’ll kiss the ring on their finger like he’s sealing the promise with the stars as their witness.

He’s eternally devoted to his mate.

[chimckenns]

NSFW

sooooo how do you think Davey and Angel’s first spicy night went 🥴

David genuinely questioning how he’ll make himself fit

Angel whining and clawing at his back begging him to put it in already

[chimckenns]

David loves catching Angel off guard with his kisses.

They might be mid-rant about their new minecraft build when he leans in, cupping their cheek, and sealing their lips together.

He loves hearing the surprised muffled sound morph into a satisfied little moan when their brain finally catches up with what is happening.

He loves it when he feels their body relax against his, like they’re falling into him on both a physical and somewhat spiritual way. When they fully give themself to him, leaning closer, their hand gripping his shirt to ground themself in him.

He loves the taste of them and the way their lips soften as they feel his, the familiarity opening them up like a key unlocking a door.

He loves watching their eyes when they part, hazy and unfocused from floating above their own body during the kiss. It takes them a second for them to come back to the ground and focus on him again, and he will never tire of seeing their pupils dilate and their sweet giggle when they finally get their bearings. His thumb will brush lightly against their cheek, now warm and flushed, and they’ll lean into his touch.

[chimckenns]

It was like a scene from their worst nightmare.

Angel spent hours waiting outside the ward, praying for their mate to come out safe. They had bitten their nails until they started bleeding, the anxiety and worry numbing any sense of pain. Their mind was filled with the possibilities of what could happen - and as much as they didn't want to think about it, images of David's death kept appearing.

"I should have told him I loved him more this morning," Angel muttered under their breath. "I should have stopped him from going. I should have-"

The downward spiral was interrupted by Babe, their hand holding Angel's and squeezing.

"What hasn't happened hasn't happened." Their eyes, equally filled with worry, were also fuelled with determination.

They will come back.

They have to.

And sure enough, they did.

A sob escaped Angel as soon as they saw his big frame step out of the ward, holding Asher up by the arms. He let go of his beta when Angel ran towards him and opened his arms. He held them tight, letting their warmth ground him, and buried his face in the crook of their neck.

He was alive.

He was home.

But why don't the thoughts stop?

Angel had never seen him injured like this before. Frankly, they've never seen him injured at all.

But their eyes showed them no lies - David was wounded. Sam and Marie's healing did most of the work for the deeper, more life-threatening injuries. But they've left the smaller scratches to heal naturally while they save their magic for others with grave wounds as well.

Hence, why Angel was kneeling beside the couch where David lay, using a wet cloth to wipe away the dried blood near the wounds that had closed up. The bruises remained, purple blossoming under his skin and all over his body. David, the pinnacle of strength, flinched under their touch, his wounds still sensitive.

Angel's face was pale with guilt as if these injuries were their fault.

If only they pulled him back before he left the door.

If only they convinced him to stay in bed a little longer.

If only they let their selfishness take over, just this once.

Then maybe he would still be laughing, holding them in his arms while they watched TV.

Angel couldn’t help but think about how much pain he must’ve been in, and before they knew it, tears sprang from their eyes. The angry bruises stared back at them, stabbing Angel's heart with an invisible arrow. Their hands never stopped moving. They couldn't bring themselves to look at David's face.

Because they knew the moment they saw the worry in his eyes, they'd crumble.

And right now that's not what he needs.

Angel still needed to finish cleaning the blood and apply bandages to his scratches. They steeled their mind to only focus on moving their hands.

The hands that shook as they wrung the cloth and gently dabbed David's chest.

David could see it in Angel's eyes - they were far away. They had a habit of being trapped by their thoughts and falling silent while their mind screamed at them.

He reached out and brought them back to him with a hand over theirs. He squeezed them gently, willing his warmth to soothe them, to ease their trembling and quiet their mind.

Angel froze.

"I'm here."

His voice broke through their walls.

"I'm okay."

Their gaze shot up to meet his, finally seeing him, truly seeing him, for the first time after they had come home from the Inversion.

And they broke down.

As soon as the first sob crashed through, they couldn't stop. They brought their hands up to cover their face, ashamed that they were the ones crying when David was the one in so much pain.

David stopped them, tightening his hold on their wrist, and pulling them gently towards him. Wincing, he sat up, and pulled Angel to his lap, letting them straddle him and bury their head in his chest. He could tell they were tense, not wanting to lean their whole body weight on him - not while he was still injured.

But David's arms around their waist told them that it was okay, that he wanted them to lean on him.

Angel finally let go, falling into their lover's arms and letting their tears fall onto his chest.

"I'm sorry."

It might have been Angel's worst nightmare,

But David was there to hold them through it.

[chimckenns]

what do you think David and Angel’s first kiss was like 🥴

[brainrotcharacters]

Asher, grinning like an asshole at the double wedding 🎤: I will now read to you all, word for word, David Shaw's exact mental spiral the first time he kissed his spouse

[chimckenns]

NSFWWW

Angel being a menace, frustrated that David had to go on a security gig a few towns away for a week, decided to send him a video of them pleasuring themself.

Using toys.

Now they never use toys in the bedroom - they never had to. David always knows exactly what Angel wants and needs to feel good, and they’ve never had a need for toys in the first place. No toy could ever replace the delicious way his fingers knew where to curl, nor the way he fills them up all the way.

But Angel was feeling mischievous, knowing that doing this would no doubt make David furious (at the toy, not at Angel) and he’ll come home quicker. They secretly purchased one, and started plotting their secret plan.

They made sure to be especially vocal and moan his name while they hit that spot with the dildo. Granted, it wasn’t nearly as big nor as satisfying as David’s, but Angel wanted to exaggerate a bit just to get on his nerves. They bit their lip, imagining his large hands roam their body.

They hit send and turned off their phone, giggling to themself and falling asleep with the satisfaction of knowing that he’ll be pent up and they’ll be punished with some fun when he got home.