#redacted angel

[chimckenns]

David goes to sleep every night with the love of his life in his arms.

But once in a while he likes to switch it up and be the one to bury his head in Angel’s chest. Legs tangled, his arms around their waist and their arms around his neck, they both lie on their side and he rests his head against their chest. The familiar rhythm from within calms him down, drowning out all thought and replacing it with a peaceful warmth and safety.

It feels like being in his mother’s arms again. Being surrounded by their warmth and their body brings him back to when he was but a child, hugging his parents with his small body, feeling their love envelope him.

That gentle love, the feeling of closing your eyes with the reassurance that they’ll still be there tomorrow. The feeling of peace, of stability, of protection. As a man that lives his life protecting others, it means a lot to have someone that makes him feel protected. And that someone is Angel.

They don’t question it when he shifts their position, shuffling down the bed to bury his face in their chest. They simply loosen their arms to allow him room, and place a kiss to his temple before stroking his hair in a slow motion, just the way his mother and father used to when he couldn’t sleep.

He felt like he was being swayed gently, his core connecting with their heart and listening to the lullaby of their deep breaths. Each rise and fall of their chest was a reminder that they were alive, that they were here for him and with him.

He’d never felt so loved.

[callmebabyyyy]

Ngl I’m ovulating rn so here are smexy headcanons

NSFW warning

David & angel

- angel loves being man handled and held down etc. it’s something about the control aspect and David’s strength that just does it for them

- angel has a massive praise kink. But at the same time loves being talked down to.

- David really likes being able to tap into this wolf-y alpha instincts and just claim angel and be in full control. He loses himself in the instincts and exctasy making him forget his anxieties

- David is all about making angel feel good- being in control doesn’t mean being selfish in bed. He finds it so fucking hot when angel is feeling good and looking at him with desperate, needy half lidded eyes

-although David usually stays in charge sometimes angel feels confident and David lays back and let’s angel take the reigns and both of them love it.

Asher & babe

- do I need to even tell u they’re switches????

- Asher is a soft dom when babe is subbing and very service-dom-y. Loves whispering dirty things in babes ear and encouraging them

- when babe is domming oh my gawd Asher is a pathetic subby puppy and babe will torture that boy and when I say that I mean the whole get up edging, teasing, overstim, tie him up and leave him alone with a toy, make him watch babe having some them time (if you catch my drift) make him beg, humiliate himself and Asher loves every minute of it.

- with his collar i totally see him getting turned on by being called puppy or mutt

(Oh my god this is making me worse help)

Milo & sweetheart

-love physical kinky things like tying sweetheart up, branding each other, handcuffs, spankings, blindfolding. They just love being physical with eachother.

-Milo is the more dominant one as sweetheart is often an absolute brat and according to Milo needs to be put in their place

- they are so obsessed with eachothers body’s they love touching and groping and grinding etc.

-they have a chest at the end of their bed filled with their nighttime…accessories and they love basically playing roulette with the items.

Vincent & lovely

- blood play. Yeah. And just overall oral kink.

- take it in turns biting eachother then making out.

- they get eachother turned on veeeeerryyyyyyy quickly and at any time or place. Often causing when they get home for clothes to be thrown anywhere raggedly and for messy kisses and desperate touches

This post may have shown my complete depravity at this moment in time. Forgive me for my sins lmfao 🙏🏼

[taelonsamada]

FINALLY found this thread! I had to go digging for near of an hour to find this post!

👀 I finished it 😁

I want an audio where the mates wash the wolfs while they are shifted

But we gotta hear the wolfs thoughts like when David first shifted.

Like I want to hear David be sprayed with a cold water and Ask eating the water from the hose

Milo is just chilling and being suds up with the best shampoo for dogs

And I want to hear Sam trying to wash darlin as they run around and keep rolling in mud

[ellyswsw]

almost every time you see david and angel, they're sitting so close to each other. hip to hip, thigh to thigh, angel resting their head halfway on his bicep (because that's what they can only reach while sitting together) while they carelessly scroll on their phone, david's hand almost enveloping their whole waist while he rests his head on the couch comfortably. just them not giving a fuck about each others personal space.

and we just love to see it

[andyinchoate]

My top 5 Hot Boi Summer predictions (in no order):

Geordie and Cutie reunion

Blake and Bestie early "friendship" (for the plooot)

David and Angel (idk i think an old classic is coming back around)

Hush and Doc getting up to some general foolery

Anton (the people are starving)

[actuallyhisangel]

Yandere!David who runs an elite private security firm where clients include high-profile billionaires, corrupt politicians, and dangerous secrets, but none of them make him lose sleep. Angel does.

The first time he sees them, they’re in the lobby, signing in for a job interview. Not for anything important, just front desk work.

They’re calm. Normal. But something snaps in him.

Yandere!David who doesn’t believe in chance encounters. He looks up their resume, socials, search history, criminal record, exes, allergies. Calls off the rest of the interviews. Tells HR he’s “found someone promising.”

Reviews footage of them sitting in the lobby. Zooms in. Watches it again. For what? He's not sure.

Every tilt of their head looks like fate.

Yandere!David who insists on interviewing them himself and for the first time feels....nervous. He wears his nicest watch, his cleanest suit, has their résumé memorised.

He offers them water, smiles with his teeth just enough.

Angel thinks he’s a little intense, sure. But kind. Focused. Professional.

What they don’t see is his phone vibrating under the table, his tech team already running a deep scan on their entire digital footprint.

“You said you’re not seeing anyone?” “No.” Smile. “Good.”

Yandere!David who gives them the job immediately, but tells no one why. Everyone assumes they’re a friend of someone important. David assigns them to the same floor as his office. Rewrites the security pass levels so they have access to his wing.

“Just in case,” he says. He’s lying. He wants them close.

The first gift shows up in their locker a week later: a light bracelet in a velvet pouch. No note. Just their engraved initials.

Angel thinks it’s a mistake.

David’s eyes flick to their wrist every day to check if they’re carrying it.

Yandere!David who starts protecting them from things they don’t know are dangerous. That barista who flirts too much? Fired. That delivery driver who stared too long? Security flagged his license plate, tracked his home address. He doesn’t come back. That coworker who got too friendly? Transferred to a different branch overnight.

Angel starts to joke, “I think I have a guardian angel.” David just grins:

“No, sweetheart. You’ve got something a little more permanent.”

Yandere!David who starts calling them “mine” before they even realise they’re dating. Slips it in casually.

“Have you seen my assistant?” “You mean Angel?” “Yeah. Mine.”

It starts off as a joke to everyone else. But his tone doesn’t change.

One night he tells a guy at a bar:

“If you touch them again, I’ll pull your hands off your body.” And everyone believes him.

Yandere!David who finally kisses them after weeks of control. They’re upset. Some minor scare. He takes them back to his office to “calm down.”

“I don’t like seeing you afraid.”

“Why do you care so much?”

And he just says it, soft, reverent, undeniable.

“Because you’re mine. You always were.”

Then he kisses them like he can’t help it. Like he’s been starving.

Yandere!David who treats being in a relationship like having ultimate clearance. He already had access to their files. Now he wants access to their heartbeat. Doesn’t ask where they’ve been because he already knows.

He wants to know things like..

“What did you think about today?” “Who made you laugh?” “Did you miss me when I wasn’t there?”

Yandere!David who plans his entire life around Angel’s schedule. Doesn’t care if he’s got board meetings, ops reports, or a perimeter breach, if Angel wants him, he’s there. Reassigns a whole security team so Angel’s apartment has round-the-clock surveillance.

Has a tracker app he made the tech team code just for their phone. Its name is disguised as “Weather.”

Yandere!David who is calm and stoic during the day, until he gets them home alone. He worships their body. Traces bruises like promises. Says things like... “Let me mark you where no one will see.” “Tell me you’re mine while I’m inside you.” “Don’t hide from me, baby. I want to see every time you fall apart.”

Yandere!David who leaves marks on their hips, their thighs, their neck, but never their face.

“No one else gets to see you ruined,” he whispers.

He’s careful. Methodical. And yet still hungry—like no amount of having Angel will ever be enough.

Yandere!David who talks them through the worst part of his obsession like it's romance. When Angel finally catches on, when they find the cameras, the extra GPS in their bag, they confront him.

He doesn’t deny it.

He says...

“You think I was ever going to let someone else have you?” “You think I trust the world with something that fragile?” “No. You’re mine. I protect what’s mine. I own what’s mine.”

And then he holds their chin and kisses them like it’s both an apology and a brand.

Yandere!David who treats loyalty like law—and has already re-written his entire world to revolve around them. The pack knows; Angel is untouchable. Not because David said so, but because they see the way he looks at them.

When Angel walks into a room, even the toughest soldiers lower their eyes.

Not out of fear. Out of respect.

Because their Alpha has already chosen his mate, and the only thing more dangerous than touching them is imagining a world where he loses them.

Yandere!David who knows his love isn't stupid. Know's they’ve noticed. The cameras. The impossible timing. The way their landlord suddenly "fixed" things they never reported.

So they test him. Turn off their location. Say they’re going out, but go somewhere else. Leave their phone behind on purpose.

David shows up anyway. Not angry, relieved.

“You scared the fuck out of me,” he growls, grabbing their face. “You tracked me.” “Of course I did. You think I’d just let you disappear?”

He kisses them like he’s trying to make their lungs his.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

Yandere!David who, unfortunately and fortunately happens to witness someone threaten Angel. One night. One man. They’re fine, David made sure. But he doesn’t let Angel see what happens after.

Still, days later, Angel finds blood on his cuff. They touch it. Don’t speak. Just stare at him.

He says nothing. Just presses their hand flat to his chest and whispers.

“You’re safe. That’s all that matters. That’s all that will ever matter.”

And in that moment, they realize something: They’re not afraid of what he’d do for them. They’re afraid of how much they like it.

[stupd000]

“possessive David this possessive David that” WHAT ABOUT POSSESSIVE ANGEL HUH HOW ABOUT THAT.

•Angel who keeps their arms wrapped around his in public, glaring at anyone who looks at David for a little too long.

• Angel who sprays a bit of their perfume/cologne on the collar of David’s shirt before going out.

•Angel who shoves their wedding ring into anyones face who attempts to flirt with them.

•Angel who keeps a hand on David’s thigh, shoulder, or arm during meetings.

•idk that’s it

[mythallia]

angel giving david flowers on their first valentines day together

[escapisttt]

yall have made me despise angel shaw cause why the fuck do yall write them and david like hades and persephone from lore olympus specifically

[dollyshalo]

Thinking about David’s mom right now

[chimckenns]

Angel has some dog-like qualities to them and David can’t help but smile at the resemblance.

When they’re excited, the whole world knows. They jump around with a pep in their step, their smile brightens tenfold (if that’s even possible), and their giggle echoes throughout the room.

They’re the embodiment of sunshine, sometimes too blinding, hence why it took a little for him to truly warm up to them.

But when they’re pouting, the whole world knows too. They’ll look at him and pout before turning away. But then they’d peek at him again to make sure he’s looking before pouting and avoiding his gaze once more. Angel would keep up that act until he goes and smothers them in kisses and little apologies, to which then their mood completely changes and a smile dons their face again. It’s lovely. They have David completely wrapped around his finger, they he’d have it no other way.

They’re like a golden retriever, bright and shining. When they smile the world smiles with them. When they pout, the world pouts with them. And when they cry, the world cries with them.

The biggest meltdowns they’ve had, such as when they were overwhelmed with everything that happened at work and also the inversion, it was storming outside. Rain poured until it borderline flooded the streets, and thunder rumbled deep, expressing the feelings they’ve kept hidden within for too long.

But when they finally smiled again, after David comforted them, the rain became lighter, and sunlight started peeking through the clouds again.

Sometimes, David thinks they may be empowered.

Either that or they’re just his entire world, and hence it revolves around them, weather and all.

[l0st-dream3r]

Darlin and Sam x Angel and David.

What do we think yall. I need your opinions before I decide.

[wiistefdoesart]

more listeners designs!

[idesprecio]

david and angel hold my heart hostage

[idchewonyou]

Tank definitely be slinging an arm around Angel's shoulder while looking at David with the most smug 'I'm taking your bitch' look known to man.

[actuallyhisangel]

Detective!David who was only at that charity gala because Vice needed eyes in the room and as dedicated as he to his job, God, he hates these places. Over-poured wine, silk smiles, old money laundering its sins with silent bids and too-clean hands.

Detective!David who has his badge tucked in the inner pocket of his jacket and his gun clipped at the ankle, but it’s the unarmed ones in the room that feel most dangerous.

And then they walk in.

Detective!David who watches with thinly veiled disgust as smug, suit-clad VIPs descend the gold-trimmed staircase, oozing charm, cloaked in corruption.

Detective!David who also notices someone else.

How they glide. Not loud. Not dramatic. But the room also notices.

Sharp-cut outfit, a shade too bold for a charity auction. Gloves that say “look, don’t touch.” A gaze like ice water, direct and assessing. David doesn’t know their name yet. But he knows the type. Knows that posture. Knows that silence.

Knows what it means to wear money like a second skin and still look like you want to tear it off..

Detective!David who meets them at the bar. Of course.

Angel asks for something expensive and simple. Neat. David doesn’t order anything. Just stands close enough for their shoulders to brush.

They say they studied overseas. Won’t say where. He says he works homicide. They raises a brow, interested.

They asks if he’s armed. He asks if they're dangerous. They smiles. Doesn’t answer.

“You were watching me,” they say softly. “You were easy to find,” he says. “That’s not a compliment.” “It wasn’t supposed to be.”

David smiles. Just a little. They don’t.

Detective!David who notices the earpiece in the waiter’s left ear.

Angel notices the callus on David’s trigger finger.

Neither of them says anything, but the air between them hums.

“You don’t belong here,” Angel says. “Neither do you,” David replies. “Difference is,” they say, setting down their glass, “I was born in.”

Detective!David who starts showing up everywhere they go. Not by design, of course. Just a coincidence that he’s the one assigned to the club raid, the warehouse sweep, the quiet questioning of a city councilman they once had lunch with.

Tells himself it’s professional. Even when he watches the footage of them walking into that jazz bar six times. Even when he memorizes the tilt of their chin when they lie.

Detective!David who pressed them into the wall of that parking garage at 2:04 a.m., hands rough, mouth desperate. They were supposed to be talking. Instead, they kissed like war.

“I could ruin you,” they whispered between kisses. “You already did,” he growled back.

Detective!David who doesn't talk about their.. situation. About how they look for each other in every crowd. About the way David’s phone lights up at 1 a.m. and he’s already halfway out the door. About how they both taste like ash and guilt and something that feels too much like home.

and David, who touches their collarbone, eyes dark, and asks,

“If I arrest you one day, will you still look at me like that?” Angel smirks, lazy and smug, “If you catch me, detective, I might just let you.”

And he doesn’t know if it’s a challenge, a promise, or a prayer.

Detective!David who doesn't know how to feel when angel tells them that they haven't visited their family estate in years. Though they still gets their father’s men watching from the corners of clubs. Still gets messages that say “We’re proud of you.” Even though they left. Even though they ran.

“You know what’s worse than being hated by your family?” they told David one night. “Being wanted. When they don’t love you. Just… own you.”

He didn’t say anything. He just kissed the inside of their wrist like he could erase the bloodline.

Detective!David who loves it when Angel eats dinner in his lap on the couch. Straight out of takeout boxes, legs draped over his thigh. He holds the chopsticks for them sometimes, between kisses. They say it’s lazy. He says it’s love.

MafiaHeiress!Angel who sits on his kitchen counter while he cooks shirtless, reading an art magazine and talking shit about everyone in it. David listens with one hand stirring the pan and the other on their thigh.

Sometimes they look at him like he’s the last safe place in a city that’s always burning.

Detective!David who says it first. Not softly. Not planned. Not in some grand declaration.

It happens like this:

They’re in the middle of an argument, not a bad one. Just sharp. Tense. Angel says something reckless. Something cold and cutting and a little too close to the bone.

And David snaps.

“You don’t get it, do you? I love you. That’s the problem.”

Silence.

The kind that cracks through bone.

Angel freezes. Breathing like they’ve been shot.

“Say it again.”

David stares at them for a long time.

“I love you.” “That’s not a fucking problem,” they whisper. “It is when it makes me this fucking stupid for you,” he breathes back.

They kiss like forgiveness. Like surrender. Like they were made for ruin, and maybe now, they’ll ruin together.