Laying Claim Time Drabble prompt

"Mine."

She sighed beneath his fangs, her neck arched for his claiming. "Yours."

And as she came, her body clinching around his cool length, she turned her head, blindly, instinctively, and bit his neck, drawing a small draught of blood into her mouth.

"Mine," she keened.

Roaring with his release he responded in kind, "Yours."

His body shuddered as the last of his seed surged into her womb. Lowering his frame onto her slender body, Angelus took his time slowly licking the wounds his incisors had left on her neck.

"Willow. Mine." He murmured with each lick.

"Yours," she echoed.

On The Other Side cause drabble prompt

I could turn your world inside out,
Make you scream with pleasure or pain….
Hmmm, or with both.

I could cause your breath to stop.
Your heart to stop.
Your blood to run cold.

All this, with just one bite –
And then the exquisite suckle;
Blood so dark and sweet.

And now you're wondering what's on the other side.
How it 'feels' to let go.
I can sense – smell – your excitement.

Understand that Hell will become your home.
A hell of mystifying, sensual delights.
Lust and heat.

Just tilt your head.
Yes that's right.
Let Angelus make it.. all better.

SEXY & FANGFACE stuffed drabble prompt

"Hello sexy."

Cordelia sighed, "Could my day get any worse? Hello ANGEL." She ignored Angelus' growl.

"Know what I love about you Cordelia, other than the curvy obvious? Your ability to make a man feel welcome."

"You're not a man Angel… you're a big, evil, oafish, demon."

"Oafish! Oh stop! You'll make me blush…."

"Look Fangface… you like playing with your food before eating it, but Iso don't have time to be your meal – there's a sale at Macys."

"I've actually already eaten…. I'm stuffed; and while you always look tasty, I'm really just interested in playing with you."

Doorways Support Drabble prompt

He supported the weight of his upper body just inches from hers.

Looking at her gamine face, he realized her eyes were closed – couldn't have that.

On an outstroke Angelus paused, leaving just the tip of his length inside of her warmth. She mewled and scratched at his shoulders.

"Open your eyes."

Her slender legs squeezed him, attempting to pull him deeper.

"Willow," he rumbled, "open your fucking eyes."

They opened – hazel, lust-filled eyes – locking with amber ones.

Her soul radiated from her eyes, pouring into him.

So much better than the soul his body had been born with.

…By Any Other Name Space Drabble prompt

"Cordelia Chase."

She knew that voice, and she knew she was in trouble. She was in the middle of a parking garage, with nowhere to hide, and her feet where encased in a yummy, but totally run impractical, pair of Manolo Blahniks.

"Angel!" She turned to him with her bright smile.

"Angelus," he growled. And her smile brightened; the bitch was teasing him. Covering the space between them, he pressed her succulent, curvaceous form against a wall and sniffed her fear. Instantly, he was hard.

"You'll be screaming my name soon enough Cordelia," he whispered as his fangs slid down.