#feeling queued

That being said, the first time Davey ever heard Angel swear was between the sheets. After hearing their soft, sugary pleads to just take them - he gives them exactly what they want.

As everything builds and builds, they're both panting and sweating...

Angel just whined, almost keened, "Ffffffuck, Davey -"

David just loses it after that, learning that he could make them dirty their mouth like this... He’s just on a whole other level of euphoria.

Seth & Boo Comfort -

Your hands, delicate yet calloused, warm the sides of his face. Thumbs wiping his eyes and stroking his sweat matted hair from his brow.

So caring.

So welcoming.

The well in his throat comes out in another cry.

More Soft Villain! Husband -

Taking in your warmly smiling face, radiant and bright even under dim candle light. Delicate fingers curl against your mouth, trying to hide how utterly pleased you were at his state of expression.

Jealous! Auron - 

Quietly, you took them, the soft colors accentuating almost everything about you. They suit you so incredibly well, it fed the growing bubbles of envy curling deep in his gut. He can feel his jaw tick.

Cheeky’s Rough Sleep -

You didn't look up, quietly continuing, "I couldn't sleep."

Lie.

The dark circles ringing your sleepy eyes meant that you would have just fell over if you wanted to, exhaustion sweeping like a wave off of your skin.

David visiting Angel at the Office -

You almost grin, but didn't want to embarrass him more - seeing the flushed tinge at the tops of his ears. Happily, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, fingers gripping at the lapels of his leather jacket. He hummed lowly, leaning down just the slightest bit.

Vindemiator + Freelancer Pt. 2 -

The light taps of your feet were almost noiseless and he is about to look more into that before your arms swing around him. Vindemiator lets out a little grunt but laughs when you squeeze him in a hug that has him relaxing into the gentle yet firm hold.

Concepts that are being Planned:

Jealous! V

What if David & Angel were Boo’s(YuuriVoice) Parents?

Redacted Characters with Dragonball Z Abridged Quotes

He's possessive, what can he say?

No one harms what belongs to him.

You and Gavin are his.

While he could get a full bodied meal from feeding off of him... There is only a full-bodied fury that overcame him after you told him about that wet bitch.

You just watched his face turn into one of wrath, gritting his teeth as his tail lashed against the couch. But it only takes your big, watery eyes to make him set aside his fury for the time being. He begrudgingly does agree as D. U. M. P. is still watching him like a hawk... He wouldn't want to be removed from your or Gavin's sides and force you both to have to visit him at a facility.

Make no mistake though, Kody's days were numbered. As long as Vega was latched by the arrest clause, he's under the microscope.

When he finds out that Kody is there during the games, he has half a mind to hunt him down and give him a friendly little warning. Maybe some broken bones?

There wasn’t much time for him to think much about him once that portal cracked open and in came those shades...

Vega was used to feeling the emotions of fear, horror, and helplessness. It came with the type of people he’d feed on, often in those that are unfortunate to be on the end of that. But the utter panic and volume of all those feelings had him buckling - doubly as he feels them resonate within you, within Gavin.

It was their dual effort to pump out a ward twice as strong and twice as large, your presence like a true latch.

He didn’t care much for Xavier either... But you did.

Watching humans die was nothing new to him, he has long outlived many. Likely even falling to his hands at some point or other.

But he loved you.

Loved Gavin.

You both were his.

So that meant loving your friends.

Meant that they were his too.

Meant loving your shared of love of life.

And he protects the things that belong to him.

He holds a lot better than Gavin in the interim, strengthening the ward when he weakens.

After it all, he held every single one of you above water. Aiding in grief. Comforting the soft, gentle creatures that melted his heart of ice...

If he can help it, nothing will harm any of you again.

... Oh and he does meet Kody.

Not directly.

It was a given, the little parasite couldn’t even admit to himself that he’d been drawn in by your light - whether he deserved bask in your presence was debatable. So it’s a small bit of interference on his part to keep you from even knowing he was in the same space.

Vega promised you there would be no violence, not after Damien laid the fucker flat. Not while the Department was still so weary of him; double after the sudden suspicion tossed on all of d(a)emon kind...

So instead, he haunts the edges of shadows in Kody’s vision. In the deepest parts of his brain, in cold-sweat causing nightmares that set him awake at the most ungodly of hours.

A seizing, reeling terror that he now associates... With you.

It was for the best.

It was pure happenstance, out of complete chance, he'd see the pretty faces of old prey again.

A dingy little nightclub, chock full of unempowered people ready for the draining.

It took him seconds to recognize two vampiric cores.

Another to realize who they belonged to.

The pair were quick.

New blood though.

Meant that he was quicker.

But they seemed to expect him.

As before he could even speak, a whole millisecond of him opening his mouth - a foot lodged itself right at his sternum. Powerful, laced with a what clearly a steel toed boot, blowing him back against a brick wall.

Quinn coughed heavily for a moment, winded.

But barely had time to breath, barely able to dodge from a second strike - the aimed fist crumbling the brick behind him.

His chest hurt and while he didn't need to breath, it hurt like only a vamp could inflict on another.

He only could tell that Frederick had kicked him because of you.

You hissed a swear from beside your friend, who had taken to staring holes into looking at you instead. Shaking the dust and stone from your hand, you shot your gaze to him.

Piercing him with eyes brighter than a spotlight, like a searing reminder of his sins.

And now, it's consequences.

"Looks like we don't need any formalities." Quinn laughed, finally righting himself as he suppressed the need to cough.

Neither of you responded.

He was ready for the next attack.

At least, he thought he was.

Especially as you, the slower of the pair, rushed him.

Swiftly planting his feet, he was able to stop your elbow.

But when his ears caught the subtle rushing of air, he’d realized too late.

Before again, the same boot planted itself directly into his face.

Pain.

Blood.

He couldn’t think, couldn’t defend himself as another body blow sent him sprawling a few feet away

He spits blood, sent into a coughing fit

Son of a bitch.

You hit him in the same spot.

“Ricky, we gotta call Sam and Vincent.”

Quinn was almost surprised at how you sounded.

That you immediately thought to call them while he was like this was something he more expected from the reserved Frederick.

“Not yet.”

The air was cold already.

Blearily, he lifted his head, trying to focus his vision.

Quinn felt himself shake, lungs seizing.

Not from the cold.

How long has it been?

How long has it been since he’s been...

Scared?

In the dim lights of street lamps, long, shadows cast over the alley like a veil. As if dark ink shaded everything.

While it was brighter from his natural vision as a vampire...

He could only see one thing.

Like daggers, Frederick’s eyes peered down on him. His entire expression one of pure, unrestrained, bloody, malice - bared fangs and face of stone.

Quinn’s long dead heart sped, a cold settling into his bones he’d long forgotten years before.

Adrenaline gunned through his veins.

Only a single thought came to him.

Base instinct.

Alarms ringing.

He was going to die.

He needed to run.

To survive.

Escape.

Escape.

Ê̩̒ͤ̐s̡̤̙̣̜c͚̱̍̊͟a̲̼͈̭̓͞p̉̃҉͚̮̼̜̙͓ė̸̤͇̦̖͛.͔̠͓̣̦̖̑ͯ̓̂̈́̿ͫ

“He... ran away?”

You nodded at Sam, fingers clasped with Frederick’s. His thumb ran soothingly over your knuckles, extinguishing the fury rolling in your stomach. Gaze shifting to the spot where Quinn had laid, peering at the small drips of blood from the broken nose Fred had given him.

“That... That doesn’t sound right.”

Sam’s wolf looked positively puzzled, furrowed brows and tense shoulders.

“We’re not sure either.”

It was genuine confusion, neither of you were lying.

Sam scratched the back of his neck, frowning deeply before he slowly sighed through his nose. He was sure he looked 10 years older, having been dragged from the bed by his beloved tanker.

Who felt Quinn’s blood be spilled before you had made the call.

“You’re right though, darlin’, that doesn’t sound like Quinn. He woulda killed you both if you weren’t careful.” He gave you both a meaningful stare, scolding you with his expression alone.

“Not like we went in without a plan.” You muttered, leaning against Freddy. “We got him down.”

His brows almost shot up to his hairline.

He hears his darlin’ choke.

“You both... Knocked him down.”

You nodded and you feel Freddy squeeze your hand.

Who he watched -

Watched as his face twisted into a scowl.

A scowl unbefitting of his usually serene features.

The sneer was enough to send a chill down his spine.

“And next time...”

Frederick sounded downright murderous, eyes aglow.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t get up again.”