As someone who works late and does not have her own car yet, I’ve been daydreaming about Angell coming to pick you up from work on her motorcycle. She is just leaning against the parked bike while waiting for you, clad in leather with a spare helmet for you tucked under her arm. She looks so hot and mysterious waiting for you in the parking lot, just mindlessly scrolling on her phone. And when you finally come out from work, you excitedly rush over to her to kiss her cheek.
“Babe!”
“Hello,” Angell greets quietly, cheeks going pink from your daily peck. “Ready to go?”
“Yes!”
She helps you onto her bike and makes sure your helmet is on nice and snug. Once she knows you are secure, she makes you hold onto her waist. Her muscles are taut and firm, especially her abs as you use her as a personal grip. One rev of her bike and she’s cruising out of the parking lot, just the two of you down the night road with Angell as your personal driver.
Just Angell being the one to pick you up and drop you off everywhere. Maybe on the way home you stop by a 24/7 convenience store to pick up some food and snacks. The idea of shopping around late at night and hanging with your black cat of a girlfriend is too much of a domestic bliss. Especially when Angell is the type of woman to protectively hold you close to her, let you wear her leather jacket when it gets too cold, and just overall do a bunch of gentlewoman things.
Sometimes you and Angell wouldn’t even make it home. You just take all your snacks and find an empty lot or field to sit in, eating your haul while leaning against Angell’s shoulder. What I would give for a romantic life like this 😣
patting her head ☆ multiple ptn characters x fem!reader
characters included, in order: zoya, yingying, rahu, angell, eleven, vautour bleu, langley, augustus
thank u to @simping4ptnwomen for changing my life and making me aware of the fact that there are head pat voice lines, so i've included yingying for u <33. here is how they will react to when u pat their head!
notes: modern au and suggestive warning for vantour bleu and eleven's! all girlfriend au except for langley because why is she threatening to shoot me </3
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zoya and yingying: finds it amusing
she wasn't sure what you were doing when you approached her from out of nowhere, telling her nothing but 'hey, stay still for a sec'. she fully braced herself for you to try tackling her for the shits and giggles or something, but instead, you got on your tiptoes and pat her head a few times, feeling her gelled hair beneath your fingers. she just blinks at you as you grin up at her.
"wow, you're pretty brave." zoya huffs at you, giving you a deadpan look. but you can tell from her eyes she's amused. you just giggle ever so slightly and she can't help but let her facade crumble ever so slightly as you move to kiss her cheek. she can't stop herself from pulling you in again for a proper kiss, her lips capturing yours in an eager but loving kiss as you wrap your arms around her waist.
you two were cuddling in bed, yingying resting her head on your chest, when one of your hands reached to give her a few head pats. you couldn't resist it, she looked so cozy and comfortable, curled up like a cat. she raised an eyebrow, moving her head off her chest. "Happy with just touching my hair?" she teases, before leaning her head more into your touch. "Here, I'll close my eyes and give you a few more seconds… "
you pat her head for only just a few more seconds, as she said, before she sits up, moving to straddle your waist. "Where else would you like to touch?" she takes the hand you had been patting her head with, moving it to her cheeks "My eyelashes?" she leans in, gently pressing the tip of her nose against yours "My nose?" she smiles at the softb lush on your cheeks "Or perhaps… my lips?" she murmurs softly, before pressing her lips against yours.
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rahu and angell: gets flustered
it had been a long day. you were sleep deprived, tired, and frankly couldn't be bothered to use a brain cell on thinking about anything other than bed now bed now. when your beautiful girlfriend rahu arrives to drop something off at your office, you were bleary eyed and barely thinking. you don't know what possessed you. you got on your tiptoes and pat her head, pressing a kiss to her forehead and mumbling out 'your hair is so soft...'
rahu malfunctions for a second, her cheeks heating up as her eyes frantically look around to make sure there was nobody around you guys, worried about what they would think of her. but then she looks down and sees your sleepy but soft gaze on her with that gentle smile of yours and she just looks away, shyly mumbling out "Hmm? You like my... hair? Thank you."
angell crosses her arms from embarrassment, looking away when you pat her head. she doesn't even react this much when you kiss her on the lips of cup her cheeks, it was rather endearing seeing the contractor so shy. it wasn't even anything much! you had just reached up to give her a head pat after you passed her a bowl of red bean soup, and you didn't expect such a reaction out of her.
you can't help but laugh, and she gets all defensive. "What, got something to say?" she scoffs, but you can't ignore the way her ears had gone red. you just shake your head, before kissing her on the cheek quickly. she turns around before you can see the shy smile growing on her face
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eleven and vautour bleu: uses it as an excuse to be freaky
you always had a habit of patting eleven's head while she hugs you. what can you say? she's almost perfect head patting height. after 3 months of only being able to call her because of long distance, you didn't expect to see her show up at your door unexpectedly. almost immediately, you tackle her into a hug and she melts into your embrace. out of habit, you reach up to pat her head as she hugs you with her arms wrapped around your torso.
she smiles into your chest, tilting her head up slightly to look at you. "Do you want to know how much I've missed you?" she murmurs, moving to shut the door behind you two as she pulls you down for a kiss that grows messy and desperate fast, her hands already travelling up under your shirt, eager to feel the warmth of your skin again.
vautour bleu has always been the one to make the first move. she asked you out first, she kissed you first, she makes all the moves. so it took her by a bit of surprise (but a good surprise) when you reach to pat her head, feeling her soft, blonde hair beneath your fingertips. in your defence, it was always calling out to you- you know how well she takes care of her hair and it just looks so soft. of course she takes this as an opportunity to tease you more. she takes your hand mid-pat, raising an eyebrow
"Someone is getting more brazen by the day." she drawls, pulling you in close before moving your hand back down to your side. she manoeuvres you so that your back is pressed against the nearest wall, her hand moving up to tilt your your chin up. she has that smile on her face, the same smile she always has when she's about to make you scream her name for hours on end.
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langley and augustus: it's all about her hat
maybe patting langley's head while she's still working wasn't the best idea. you thought it would be funny, in your defence. as you casually walked past her in the hallway, you reached over to pat her head. in an instant she grabs your arm, pulls it off her head and slams you against the wall. you groan in pain, feeling her iron grip around your wrist as she stares daggers into you.
"Wanna try on this hat, or try my bullets?" she snarls at you, but you can't take her seriously when there is the slightest tinge of pink on her cheeks, her hat is askew on her head and her face mere centimetres away from yours. you just smile sheepishly at her as she scoffs.
you had taken off augustus' hat, an action she was used to as sometimes you liked to take her hat and wear it for yourself. she didn't think much of it as she continued to skim through her paperwork, and only froze when she felt your hand, the chief's hand, on her head. out of all the things the chief could be doing, it was patting her head. she couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter.
she reaches over to snatch her hat back out of your hand, slipping it back on her head. "This hat still bears the old DisCorps insignia, quite a rare sight these days." she looks at you with a humorous glint in her eyes, before tugging you down by the collar of your shirt so that her lips brushed yours "Should I replace it with your MBCC logo instead?" she mumbles softly
basically a very pent up + frustrated angell returned home from an unsuccessful commission, and decided to use you to help her let off some of her steam.
smut fic so minors DNI. dom angell x sub female reader (can be interpreted as chief)
12:51 am
it was already past midnight and angell was still not back yet. you had already left everything ready for her: savory bowl of warm, red bean soup neatly placed atop the dining room table, bath water already quietly running, and clean, crisp linen sheets awaiting her tired, aching limbs.
yet she still hadn’t returned from today’s job. apparently, this commission posted on the dark web paid a pretty penny, yet for such a high reward, there was no doubt that the requirements for said job were sure to be incredibly grueling, high-stakes and undoubtedly dangerous. the last time she had actually taken a job like this one, she returned home completely battered and pummeled to the bone.
your teeth anxiously nibble at your bottom lip, aimlessly tugging at the skin. you had already settled yourself into bed, dressed in a fresh, silky nightgown and more than ready to fall asleep. yet you couldn’t.. not with angell gone. you couldn’t help but worry, even though you were well aware that she was more than capable of defending herself against any and every possible threat.
your fingers anxiously fiddle with the cotton material of her ivory bedsheets, brow furrowed in thought. yet your thoughts were cut short as the sound of the front door’s lock fiddling becomes clear, with the door swiftly opening and then slamming shut with a loud bang.
that was.. strange.
you hold your tongue. the sound of her annoyed grunts and agitated grumbles are crisp and clear, as sharp and deafening as her blade.
silence.. and then the sound of clattering rings out. angell had brusquely tossed her sword onto the floor, not bothering to slide it back into its sheath or carefully tuck it away beside the foot of the bed, like she always did. she always took extensive care of her sword, making sure to handle it with caution and properly tend to it when it required maintenance. yet all of that consideration seemed to be thrown out the window right now.
“fuck..” her curses are low and almost inaudible. her brows knit tightly with agitation, amber eyes cold with well concealed emotion. it seems that the job had not gone well.. or perhaps, it had resulted in her first unsatisfied client, a rarity for her.
most shocking of all, she trudges right past the bowl of red bean soup that had been patiently waiting for her. her feline-like gaze deliberately locks eyes with it, and despite her greater judgment, she lets out a disgruntled noise and ignores it. light footfalls trail out of the kitchen, heading straight towards your shared bedroom. it seems she was in absolutely no mood to eat or shower right now; she had to find you.
you stay completely still in bed, form propped up beneath the fluffy comforter. silence envelops you as you wait for those footsteps to reach you, before she finally barges into the bedroom with much haste.
and then you can finally get a good look at her
her eyes were dark, duller than normal. they were filled with anger, brimming irritation bubbling beneath the surface. her nose was lightly wrinkled, and her lips were curled grimly but evasively. the skin of her right cheek bore a small cut, accompanied by dried blood.
she wasn’t wearing her jacket or her harness, just her black, tattered tank and form fitted pants. she wastes absolutely no time, practically throwing herself onto you and pinning your wrists above your head as soon as she spots you.
“ang-mmphh..!” her slightly chapped lips crash onto yours, silencing your worried murmurs. the kiss is long, rough, and powerful, stealing all the air from inside your lungs in one swift movement. she slowly parts from you, eyes lidded with a silent rage that was so unlike her.
“don’t wanna talk about it.. just need to feel you.” is all she manages to raggedly get out, before making quick work of her clothes and then your own. she quickly strips herself of her outfit, and in the rapid haze of flying clothes do you realize that the putrid, metallic smell of blood is not clinging onto her like it usually does after a mission. nor is she covered in cuts or bruises.
you’re not given much time to question it before you feel a cool breeze of air brush against your lower body. your back instinctively arches with sensitivity, wrists still bound tightly above your head by one of angell’s strong hands. she was in that much of a rush, that she didn’t even bother with stripping you of your nightgown, but instead tore your panties off with one, loud rip.
“angell-!” your cries of protest quickly become moans of pleasure as you feel two of her long, dexterous fingers curl inside you. the rough, calloused pads of her fingertips instantly aim to find that spongy spot deep inside your cunt, and once they find it, she starts to abuse the hell out of it.
her fingers repeatedly slam insistently against that spot, golden eyes taking silent pleasure in the way your body jolts and thrashes against her, the way your eyes screw shut. she isn’t done though, letting out a soft hum before her head dips down in between your legs and her soft lips envelop your clit with a firm suck.
that’s all it takes to make you come undone, soft, high pitched moan tumbling down your lips as you come around her fingers. quiet little cries escape your lips as her fingers continue to pound into you despite your orgasm crashing down, your wetness splashing out from your cunt and the force of her prodding fingers.
her ring and middle finger deftly push out of you with a loud squelch, digits coated in slick translucence. she doesn’t bother to lick; she simply grips both your hips and flips you around to lay you on your stomach.
“w-what—” your words are quickly muffled into your pillow with a low grunt from angell, who may or may not have chosen this position just to keep you quiet. your face is buried into fabric while your back remains arched and your hips and butt are perfectly presented to her.
cold hands grip around the naked curves of your hips before you start to focus way less on how cold angell’s hands are and way more on how huge she feels inside you.
usually, she’s willing to prep you more before going in to fuck you, but with how pissed off she seemed to be, it’s clear she was only eager to let off some steam.
the tip of her strap lightly bumps against your clit, just once, before she slams all the way into you with all her force. she sets a brutal rhythm, strap rutting into you in one swift motion that manages to knock the air out of you. she was incredibly long, tip knocking at your cervix, and length so thick you felt like you were suffocating. yet you couldn’t revel in the pleasure for long, as she quickly pulls right out of you just to ram back into you again with all of her strength. you yelp, whimpering as you feel her slide in until her hips were pressed right up against the cleft of your ass.
maybe this was how she had such toned abs..
one hand keeps both your wrists pinned above your head, the other keeps a bruising grip over your left hip. with every slap of skin against skin, her low groans mix in with your breathy cries. despite exhaustion nipping at her tired muscles and aching bones, she needed to feel you underneath her. needed to feel you squirming underneath her, your face contorting with pleasure, eyes rolling back into your skull and jaw falling open. something akin to a quiet moan escapes her, a certain fire beginning to burn low in her belly, the emblems of her growing arousal.
“heh.. can’t believe i let.. that order end that way…” her mumbles are interrupted by each of her thrusts, brow laced with sweat and wrinkled with focus. amidst your hazy cloud of pleasure, you manage to make out her sardonic words, the mocking smile curved onto her lips as she works overtime to drill you into the bed; to forget about her first unsuccessful commission. her fingers tighten their grip around your wrists, her hips gyrating in a particularly deep thrust that causes you both to stutter.
your pleasured cry rings out as the thick tip of her strap rubs against your spongy spot, your back bowing against her breasts and abs. she groans, burying her face into your neck with a newfound determination fueled by both her annoyance at her failed mission and her eagerness to feel you come around her. a sneaky hand slithers down your belly, two deft fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in time with her mean thrusts. you sob, lightly muffled into the pillow while her free hand tightens its cruel grip on your hip. despite the jolting sting in both your hips and your wrists from her painful grip, your body was singing with pleasure. and she could tell, redoubling her efforts until you form jolts in signature fashion of an impending orgasm.
you fall into a silent scream, coming around her and failing limply onto the bed. her hips never cease their movements, cruelly pounding into you with no mercy, despite your garbled cries. her eyes faintly glimmer with satisfaction, a small pause in her movements.
perhaps pounding you into her mattress was a much more satisfying conclusion to her night than a few discoins in her pocket would ever be.
Synopsis: Making their in-game ‘Annoyed’ voicelines all about you (smut no angst)
Characters/Ships: fem!reader x Rahu, Zoya, Chameleon, Bai Yi, Du Ruo, Angell, Eirene, and Shalom (Separate)
Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, oral (Shalom & Rahu), Rahu has a cock, spanking (Zoya), fingering (Chameleon, Bai Yi, Angell), slight mommy kink (Du Ruo), strap on (Du Ruo), face sitting (Eirene), inexperience (Shalom & Angell), loss of virginity (Shalom & Angell), reader sometimes referred to as Chief
A/N: Format is a bit different bc so many characters. It seems the smut gods possessed me I finished this in just a few hrs. Will probably make a pt 2 using ‘special attention’ voicelines as well for other charas.
“You’re the chief of the MBCC, yet you’re doing such things…have you no shame?” She grunts out, trying to maintain her composure despite the way your hand is currently pumping her leaking cock. “Do you want me to stop, Rahu?” You ask from between her legs. She eyes you warily. “Someone will walk in and see us.” “The door is locked.” “Seems like you have an answer for everything,” she scoffs. Rahu’s hands grasp the chair’s arms in an attempt to stay clear headed. It doesn’t it work. She huffs, ripping the mask off her face and grips it tightly in her hand. “Make it quick…” she growls, head tilting back in pleasure. “Will do~” you smirk triumphantly before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her tip.
You and Zoya were in the middle of a meeting with other higher ups in the Leigon. She always radiates power and confidence wherever she goes. You thought you were used to it by now. But seeing her give out orders in such an authoritative tone made you weak in the knees. When she sat back down in her chair, your hand made a journey from her knee, to her thigh, and now rests dangerously close to an area that will surly get you in trouble later. “Are you…provoking me?” She grits out at a volume only you could hear. You smile, “I’m being discreet.” “Discreet my ass.” Zoya grips your hand from underneath the table to stop it from moving further. “You want me that bad? You’re such a needy fucking brat. Just wait until this meeting is over.” When the meeting comes to a close, Zoya locks the conference room doors. “I thought I trained you better than this,” she sighs in disappointment. She pulls out a chair and manhandles your body over her lap. “You’re going to count every slap I give you and if you lose count, we’re starting over.” She lands a harsh swat to your exposed rear. “One…”
Chameleon is an alluring woman, and her seductive tactics only render you to be more compelled by her every word. She leans forward from where she was seated and traps you in your chair, her hands planted on either side of the seat you’re in. “I know what you're thinking about... no subconscious impulses go unnoticed before my eyes.” She brushes a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “So tell me Chief,” she murmurs, “do you want me to take control?” Her question hangs in the air for only a second before you allow it with a breathy “yes”. She smiles dangerously, a glint in her eyes that every sinner gets when they know they’ve won. “Perfect,” she whispers, trailing kisses down and around your neck, leaving bright red marks before moving on to the next. Her hand slides underneath your pants, glides under your panties, and only stops when her fingers meet those slick waiting lips she’s been vying for. “Just let it happen.”
Bai Yi tends to be the ‘top’ in your relationship. She can’t help but want to overstimulate you with orgasm after orgasm, drinking in the sound of your moans and your sweetness on her tongue. “Oh? How unusual. Are you taking the lead today? In that case, let’s have some fun…” Bai Yi grins as you lean over her. “But are you sure? You just look so damn good in this outfit, I really want to ravage you.” She whines playfully. It doesn’t take long for you to turn her into a crying, moaning mess. “O-okay no more edging, please let me cum!” She begs. “I’ve been so good for you, haven’t I? Why won’t you let me—” “Where are your manners?” You scold, stilling your curled fingers right before they hit her g-spot. “Ask me nicely and maybe, maybe, I’ll give you the release you so desperately crave.” Bai Yi curses, biting her lip as she sobs in pure ecstasy. “I’ve been such a good girl, chief. I deserve to cum after all that edging and torment.” She pouts, awaiting your decision. “You make a good case,” you sigh, leaning near her ear, “but I think you can take a little more.”
Du Ruo was reading through one of her many mythological books as she laid in bed. She was deeply enthralled by the information she was learning, but her focus broke when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. “Stop messing around…” she giggled melodically over your wandering hands. Your arms moved up to wrap around her neck, your head resting on her plush chest. “Aw, is my baby needy for attention?” She coos, “Want me to take care of you?” You nod, and she closes the book with care before setting in on the nightstand. From the drawer below, she pulls out the contents needed for her to wear a rather large strap on. “Are you comfortable?” She asks sweetly. Du Ruo places her hands on your bare hips, letting the tip gather your wetness before she dares to push in. “Good, now hold still for mommy~”
“You seem anxious. Do you want me to do something?” Intimacy was almost foreign to Angell. It took a while for the two of you to form a relationship, but it was worth all the effort and more. Angell wanted to try her best—the best is what you deserve really. But there was one thing she wasn’t so keen at. “Something as in…?” “Let me pleasure you.” She asserts, and the rare sight of a blush dusts her cheeks a light pink. She crawls onto the bed towards you and her body towers over your frame. “I want to learn how you make you feel good. Teach me.” And so you show her. Angell takes off your clothes with great anticipation. Her eyes rake over your body and you swear you’ve never seen her desire you more in any other moment. “I’ll talk you through it,” you say softly before guiding her hand down to your core. “Once your fingers go in, do whatever feels right to you. Stroke, scissor or curl your fingers or—oh my god—“ you moan abruptly at her ministrations. “Yes, like that, Angell that feels so good.” She continues to pleasure you, her eyes zeroed in on how her fingers disappear into your wet heat. When you climax, she tentatively brings her slick fingers to her lips and sucks. Angell’s eyes widen and in a flash her fingers enter you once more, her mouth moving lower to get a better taste of you. It seems like it’s going to be a long night.
“If there is something you desire, just tell me honestly. You and I, we don't need to play this game.” She cocks an eyebrow, waiting for your next move. Eirene is analytical. Eirene is patient. Except when it comes to you, and how good your tongue feels inside her after a long stressful day. Eirene weakly grinds her cunt against your mouth as she sits on your face. Your tongue laps at her greedily and she can’t help the sinful moans that escape. Her hand moves to cover her mouth in an attempt to conceal them, but a harsh slap to her thigh convinces her to grip the headboard and be louder instead. “Chief!” She cries out, spreading her legs wider so you have more to work with. “I’ll never get enough of you. Please, don’t hold back.” Eirene lets out a gasp when she reaches her climax. When you try to move her off, she holds up your head to meet her eyes. “Again.”
“Okay, okay, okay... This is a "virgin" territory for you, huh? Now, give me your hand. I'll teach you how to do it properly.” You didn’t expect today of all days to be the one where Shalom takes your virginity, but you weren’t complaining. “I’m going to put your legs over my shoulders now, just let them rest there while I pleasure you.” You nod and try to calm yourself, but you can’t help the nerves that rise to the surface. “Chief,” she nips the inside of your thigh playfully, “I won’t hurt you. We can stop whenever you’d like.” You put your trust in her hands and give her the green light. She delves in, and although this is all new, it feels so damn good. You let her awaken every new sound you never knew you could make. It’s almost too much. You grasp for the bedsheets, or maybe that was a blanket? Your hand settles on her head and you can’t help but push her in further. Your legs shake involuntarily and the pressure in your lower region starts to build up. You call out Shalom’s name as you experience your first orgasm. “Relax, I’ve got you.” She says, moving any hair away from your sweaty forehead. In your afterglow, you shift around to curl up against her. “So, how do you feel now that you’ve experienced your first?” She asks. “…Can we do that again?”
to the anon who wanted this i present to u my angell thoughts…
i’m establishing this at some point in the relationship where she’s better at expressing herself i guess? and definitely happy n comfortable time of her life how she deserves…
cw: a bit suggestive sometimes i think… especially in the last part,,, self indulgent and maybe ooc…
she carries you to bed when u fall asleep waiting for her
i think she would struggle to sleep without you by her side :c u r her safe space !!
you always fall asleep first like 99% of the time. she needs to ensure you’re safe and comfortable before dozing off… she also loves to admire u…
wakes up first (to admire u some more) and gives in when u pout bc u want “5 more minutes” once u notice she’s getting out of bed
if you get up in the middle of the night tho… she wakes up instantly and insists on getting water for you / walking you to the bathroom / etc. LOL
#thinking abt her raspy voice when she just woke up ughhghghhgh 😛 it does things to u and she’s aware of it i fear… so she often ends up covered in kisses in the morning
she loves when u lay on top of her bc it feels like a weighted blanket
a big spoon most times. it’s in her nature to want to make u feel protected
it takes a while for her to let u be the big spoon… she does enjoy it very much! whenever she’s feeling vulnerable she goes to u :c ++ she makes this little content sigh when you scratch her scalp while cuddling.
lowkey you are her fidget toy… at some point in the relationship once she opens up more she needs to have her hands on u 24/7, squeezing your hips, running her fingers from ur waist to the lower part of ur stomach, playing w ur fingers when she’s nervous, poking and pinching your cheeks, etc…
when doing that i feel like she’d lowkey enjoy watching u squirm or whine when her hands r cold but she won’t admit that #lol…
i think you’d be really easy to read to her—she’s learned all of your micro expressions and patterns since her senses are heightened. so when she feels you’re upset she just pulls you onto her lap without a word 😪
she drives a little faster so you’ll press yourself closer to her when riding the motorcycle
when u r out with her she always walks on the street side of the sidewalk
and her hand just feeeels this magnetic pull towards your lower back, guiding u wherever
she also gives u her jacket when u r cold and it smells like her it’s so jadfhwdvhjsfksd
and opens doors for you, carries heavy items for you, etc… i feel like you’d unlock this desire in her to treat someone (you) with so much care… #royaltytreatment !
though she forgets to take care of herself sometimes :c
#which is the main reason for your (extremely rare) arguments…
again, she can sense whenever you are getting upset and whether you need to talk or need some space
and she does talk about it too, so that the two of u understand one another properly before going to bed
she also tends to apologize first and shows growth… she just needs a little patience
if she used a fragrance i feel it would be really subtle, earthy and woody?
on slow days the two of you take baths together, she melts under your touch when u massage her shoulders or her scalp
some of your shared hobbies is watching movies and discovering new music
loves to sit around and do nothing with you… plz like u r facing one another, your foreheads touching n she takes this moment to remember every detail in your eyes
she’s a listener
u are her personal podcast. please tell her about your day or your dream or something u like while she takes care of her blade
when u text her, replies are instant but pretty short
oftentimes when she comes home she has a new little gift for you… a trinket, some handpicked flowers, a new jacket because she noticed one of urs got ripped, ur fav snack, etc.
not the jealous type… angell is more concerned about your safety and comfort. and she knows you love her only (despite feeling like she’s not worthy sometimes—pls give her reassurance!)
reacts when she notices you’re uncomfortable, pulling you to her by the waist n leading u elsewhere
if u get jealous she finds it a bit endearing but also gets confused and sad (bc why would u doubt her nooo D:) anyways, she increases physical contact a lot so there’s no doubt u are with her.
she loves praise when it comes from you… she’ll do anything to show off her body, strength, skills… she goes out of her way to do so it’s so 🤤🤤🤤
like she’ll just walk around the house in a sports bra waiting for u to pounce on her idk
or if u are preparing something in the kitchen she’ll just wrap herself around you, guide your hands off the chopping board n do it herself… (the only thing she can help with when cooking 😓) leaving u in awe at how good she is with them !
or she’ll ask if u wanna join her in the work out (n she does things like weighted hip raises or planks but u are the weight… just sit there n look pretty)
or she’ll ask for u to get her a wrench or something while she works on her motorcycle,,, plz her grunting n sweating n seeing her muscles move as she fixes it 😛
deep down she adores when u get playful and try to tease her…
she tries to remain neutral but it’s hard not to when you’re so gorgeous and her senses are overwhelmed by you…
you have so much power over her it’s embarrassing, trail your fingers on her collarbone “on accident” after fixing her hair and lean in to whisper something and she’s done for
she refuses to let you have the satisfaction of enjoying her reactions (and fails miserably)… her hands hold onto whatever is nearby and her breathing starts to get heavier, her eyes darken…
indulges you and lets you get away with it for a bit but later she’ll make u pay for it in the best way ever (by doing exactly what you want her to... you just keep winning)
maaaaybe she’ll tease u back on occasion, just bc she thinks it’s a little bit (extremely) hot when u get frustrated and demanding (playfully ofc)
ok that’s it for now bc i’m not sure if this is too much. i need her so bad it’s not funny. i truly cannot be normal about her like i lowkey contained myself tbh. sorrayyyy! I NEED HER TO DO UNSPEAKABLE THINGS TO MEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEE… toodles !
summary: what could've happened if angell chose to be selfish for once
contains: desperate/emotional sex, transfem!angell, fem!reader, angell tops, marking, creampie, cunnilingus, fingering, angst no comfort, whatever the opposite of reunion sex is, parting sex???, mentions of crying but not in a sexy way, mentions of blood (also not in a sexy way), tw kidnapping, but you kind of learn to live with it, whatever the hell is going on in angell's event, everything is consensual and soft despite the alarming tags, mentions of drugs but it's unrelated to the smut, unresolved feelings on both sides, tw murder unrelated to smut, devirginifying sex i forgot what it was called, set in between Ditty Nightsong and Angell's interrogation
pairing(s): angell x chief!reader
a/n: I HAD to write this after finishing her event. Seeing Angell and the chief slowly get along despite their circumstances was such a treat. Also, first PTN fic!
You're tidying Angell's room up, careful to not make any noise since you don't want to wake her. Seeing the piles of pillows and clothes on the floor, you can't help but sigh. How has she lived like this for so long?
A faint song plays in the background. It's obvious the record player has seen better days—it's one of the more used appliances in this house. The song playing is the one Angell listens to while on the job. Huh.
Days are passing by, living this lie,
Not knowing what we're looking for,
As you dust off the furniture, you can't help but smile faintly. A change of pace like this is nice once in a while. Your only worries are preparing meals and doing maintenance around the house, which Angell doesn't even require you to do. Just something to keep you busy, you suppose.
It helps that she isn't a picky eater. Despite your lackluster culinary skills, Angell finishes each meal without complaint. She's even made a few positive comments lately. Maybe you should try making a meal for the sinners once you return to the MBCC.
Oh. Right. You're returning to the MBCC.
Gray, these walls are gray and there's no sky.
There is no hope, there is no soar.
I know somewhere there must be more.
It feels... weird to admit, but you've grown fond of this lifestyle. A domestic life with Angell like this is comforting, as long as you don't consider the fact that she'll definitely hand you over to her client as soon as she gets in contact with them.
Maybe you're just like the goldfish in her apartment, swimming blissfully in their tank as they stay oblivious to the outside world. You doubt Angell would be able to take care of them if she moves houses again.
You gather the clothes from the floor, catching a whiff of dried blood and sweat. Yikes. You wouldn't be surprised if the tank top you were holding had a whole ecosystem inside of it. It wouldn't hurt to wash these later, you think to yourself.
Just as you're about to finish putting the clothes away, you feel someone suddenly pull you into a tight hug, as if you'd escape from their grasp otherwise. It's Angell. You can hear how shaky her breathing is. It seems she had a bad dream.
"Don't go,"
The words Angell had been holding herself back so desperately not to say inevitably leave her, like a clock knowingly marching towards the hour of its death. She's glad that you can't see her right now with how her lips are quivering. You can still feel her hands trembling around you, though.
It's all so stupid. Angell is so stupid. She let herself get used to you, your warmth, and your kindness akin to sunlight so bright it hurt her eyes. And where has that gotten her? Naive; borderline delusional. Possibly dead, too. What have you done to this assassin, Chief of the MBCC?
"Please."
You feel as if you're meeting Angell for the first time when she says this. She has never acted like a dangerous hitman at home, but she has never acted so... desperate, either. You don't mind seeing another side of her, but the sudden change in demeanor is perplexing.
"Angell?" You call out. The woman's grip on you gets ever so slightly tighter in response. "Everything's okay. I'm here." You're not going anywhere—or so you'd like to say. Your relationship with her, if you could even call it that, is already far too filled with lies for you to add one more.
You can feel Angell's muscles tense around you. She holds her strength back, protecting you as if you were but a candle flickering in the wind. You feel safe. "Sorry. Did I wake you up?" Although most of Angell's actions are obscured from your vision, you can feel her shake her head.
"Don't leave me."
The two of you are captive and captor. Not roommates, and most certainly not lovers for Angell to say such things. She could end your life at this very moment if she so wished. So why is it that Angell is the one who finds herself powerless in your grasp?
You stay silent. If you were being honest, you don't want to leave her either. But the world doesn't work that way. You have responsibilities; the both of you. There are more pressing matters for you to handle than adjusting the hands of a clock and feeding goldfish.
Angell knows this. She values professionalism and credibility far more than her personal preferences. That's the only reason why she kept you here in the first place. Which is why you don't understand what exactly has gotten into Angell; what has pushed her to give up her creed like this.
Sensing the mutual hesitation in the air, Angell pushes you down onto the bed. Her eyes are slightly swollen and red, as if she had just been crying. You wonder what she had been dreaming about. You want to comfort her.
In this state, she'll listen to whatever you say, whatever falsehoods you feed her. Tell Angell everything will be alright and that your time together won't end. She'll believe you this once, even if it leads to her death.
You're pinned under Angell's weight, but you aren't afraid. There's something about her that ironically makes you feel safe, despite how aloof she can be. Angell doesn't shy away from your touch, either, even if she knows that you could use your shackles on her. "Angell..." Your hand reaches up to cup her cheek. She instinctively leans into it. "You're not alone anymore."
Angell's eyes widen uncharacteristically from your words. She tries to act unaffected, but you feel her breath hitch. Is it true? The walls she had built around herself to shield herself from others had eventually turned into a prison isolating her from the rest of the world. Could Angell... really break them down?
She does what feels most natural and leans in to seal your lips in a passionate kiss. It's desperate like a symphony of sorrow, yet as gentle as if she were handling a delicate flower. Angell's inexperience is clear.
How unfair. A kiss is something that you should only share with someone that you love.
And still, you return it just the same. You mirror her fervor as you chase after her lips, your elbows propped on the mattress to hold you up. Its softness and warmth is a pleasant surprise. Most likely because Angell only used to sleep on the couch before you came into her life.
She detaches herself from your lips after what felt like forever and a day. Angell's brows are furrowed, and her eyes are hesitant. She gazes at you as if to ask, is this really okay?
Whether she's asking if this is okay with you or if it's okay for her to indulge in her desires for once, you have no idea. It doesn't matter. The answer to both questions remains the same.
This time, you're the one to pull her into a passionate make-out. Angell groans, eagerly savoring each kiss as if it'll be her last. You brush her hair away from her face.
"Everything will be alright." You promise, both to yourself and the to woman in front of you. But you're wrong. How could Angell ever be fine without you?
She can abandon this house, her pride, or even her life if need be. But you? Oh, god, not you. How could you get Angell used to your warmth and kindness, just to rip it all away from her?
It'd be less cruel to treat her with mockery and disdain. It's what Angell is used to and it's what she believes she deserves.
"No," she says firmly. She buries her face into your chest, her arms wrapped around your waist. "Don't go." For some unknown reason, Angell is convinced that you're going to leave.
There are still a few days until the "gig" she took expires, and even then, she can choose what she wants to do with you afterward. Angell could keep you locked up here for as long as she wants, and you wouldn't be able to do a thing.
But she isn't that kind of person.
Angell doesn't belong with those scum on the dark web. Her heart is unadulterated by the filth surrounding her, and despite how she acts, you know Angell loves helping people deep down.
"I'm here." You comfort her. Once again, you have to stop yourself from telling her that you'll stay. It seems you accidentally said that out loud, though. "...Liar." Angell mumbles, lips now trailing along your jaw and neck.
Sighing in bliss, you remove your coat to give her more space to work with. You toss it to a corner of the room. You'll clean it up again later. Her hands roam around your torso, exploring to find the buttons of your shirt.
Frantically, Angell works to remove them. She rushes as if she's going to lose you any moment now, not even bothering to remove her own clothes yet. "Don't go..." Angell pleads again before her mouth bites softly from your collarbone to your breasts. She unclasps and removes your bra as she goes.
"Angell..." You sigh her name as she fondles one of your breasts. She touches you with a gentleness she's never shown anyone else. When Angell looks up at you, her eyes reflect an emotion that you can't identify.
Longing? Regret? Lust? You can't tell. Honestly, you don't know how you feel about her either. You thought that Angell was weird at first, but you always believed that she had a good heart. You've grown fond of her as time passed—too fond. Angell isn't the only one wearing her heart on her sleeve, apparently.
For the first time, she calls your name. Not "Chief," but your name. God, it's stupid how such a simple thing has your heart racing when you're literally about to fuck. Since when has your kidnapper gotten you so smitten?
Angell's hands, strong albeit a bit slim, map out every plane on your body. She savors the feeling of each curve and dip and takes her time etching it into her memory. Lips work to kiss every inch of your now exposed skin, occasionally leaving small bite marks.
Not once has Angell treated you like the Chief of the MBCC. She knows of your identity and the good deeds you've done, yet she treats you like any other person. It's one of the many qualities you've grown to love about Angell.
The atmosphere in the room gets warmer, and you use it as an excuse to take off her leather jacket. The other woman is left in her tank top and pants. The prominence of her collarbones sadden you, although it's gotten better since the first day you were brought to this safehouse. You wish she'd take care of herself more.
Angell's hands stop at your belt. You enjoy the few seconds of her struggling with herself before she speaks up. "Can I...?" You smile at her consideration for you, making sure that you're fine with what she's doing. "Yeah. Go ahead."
Office wear is such a hassle to take off, you think to yourself as you help Angell take off your pants. Are all those layers really necessary? Again, the piece of clothing is tossed away to god-knows-where.
Immediately, the woman pounces back on you, now leaving kisses along your stomach as she holds onto your hips. You trace her scars softly with your fingers. You can't imagine the hardships that Angell has been through. You're happy to provide any sort of respite to her.
In the moment Angell stops to look up at you, there is an undeniable air of sadness and guilt. In an attempt to cheer the woman up, you tuck her hair behind her ears and attempt to tease her. "Don't miss me too much."
As you expected, Angell stays silent. You can feel her relax a bit, though—that's a win in your book. She finds comfort in how you never change. Angell slowly dips the pad of one of her fingers into your folds, careful not to hurt you. "Mm... Angell..." You bite back a moan.
"You can go faster. I can take it." You reassure the woman through heavy breaths. It's honestly embarrassing how wet you are, but Angell takes it as a sign that she's doing good. She's become more confident; now thrusting her finger inside of you all the way, albeit still at a gentle pace.
Angell is observant. She looks for what motions earn the most positive reaction from you with an almost deadpan look on her face as if she's not literally fingerfucking you into the mattress. It shows how focused she is on making you feel good.
"Is this your first time?" Angell asks suddenly. She doesn't look at you. "Yeah... Why?" You respond. Angell stays quiet, continuing the movement of her fingers. The question caught you a bit off guard. She didn't seem like the type to refuse to mess with virgins or care about the status of anyone's virginity in general.
Just when you let out a moan from her grazing your g-spot, a realization hits you. This is Angell's first time, too. You doubt she's ever had any real romantic experience before, much less sexual. It's no wonder she seems so nervous. You make a mental note to reassure and praise her.
Angell takes notice of how you let out a sound whenever she grinds against a specific place and abuses the same location with each thrust of her fingers. When she sees you trying to grind against her hand, (because of how good it feels, but she doesn't know that) she takes it as a sign that you need more.
"I'm going to add another finger," Angell says more like a statement than a question, but she waits for your approval before doing so anyway. You've never felt so full. Her years of experience using a sword have calloused her hands ever so slightly, and although you feel bad for what led her to a life of crime, damn did it feel good rubbing against your walls.
Angell loves the way you moan her name. She can't get enough of it; she wants to hear it roll off your tongue like a starving wolf longing for prey in the dead of winter. She listens to the sound of each letter eagerly, as if engraving it into the very essence of her soul. She wants you to say her name over and over again, and only hers. As is in the present and as will be in the future.
Angell's own selfishness surprises her. Maybe she's just like the greedy criminals she has both killed and worked for. Angell has never denied the possibility—she's not the saint that you think she is. There is blood on her hands, and not even the purest of oceans can wash it away. She has long since come to terms with her fate of isolation.
You arch your back into her touch, your arms wrapped around her back. If not for the tank top she was wearing, you're sure you would've left some claw marks along it's broadness already. You have to stop your legs from closing on their own, the overwhelming pleasure proving to be too much. Soft moans and the scent of sex fill the room. "Feels so good, Angell..."
She takes a deep breath, the only things filling her senses being your sweet voice and the feeling of your warm pussy stretching to accommodate her fingers. You have no idea how long Angell has wanted to touch you like this. You do things to her that she can't explain.
Your moans increase in frequency, getting higher pitched as you feel yourself nearing release. It seems Angell is a natural at using her fingers, seeing how she's about to make you cum quicker than you could ever get yourself to. "Angell... I'm-"
Before you can warn her, your legs tremble and you cream all over her hand. After continuing her movements to help you come down from your high, Angell pulls her digits out, fascinated by the string of cum connecting them. Much to your surprise, she puts both fingers into her mouth.
"...I've never tasted anything like this before." Angell remarks. Her sense of taste is dull—she isn't exaggerating when she says she can't tell apart food that's edible from food that's spoiled, or raw from burnt. But you? Your taste is as distinct as it can be to her tongue. You've ignited a dangerous fire in the woman.
"More." Angell demands, positioning her head between your legs. Just as you're about to protest that you're still sensitive, she speaks up again. "Can I?" Angell tilts her head as she asks for permission. Fuck it. You know you wouldn't be able to refuse her and her annoyingly adorable personality anyway.
You sigh at your lack of self discipline when it comes to Angell. "Yes, you can." Those words are all it takes for her to dive headfirst into your dripping sex. Angell's tongue explores your warmth with a newfound confidence, using what she's learned from fingering you to eat you out as skillfully as possible.
God, she's absolutely addicted to your taste—to you. Angell can't get enough of how you squirm under her touch; how you moan her name so wantonly. She'd stay in between your legs for forever if she could, but forever is not a luxury that the two of you have.
Angell wishes that life would be as easy as adjusting the hands of the clock. She wishes she could turn everything back to how it used to be. Angell would hold on to every passing moment with you like a painter desperately trying to capture the perfect sunset before it fades.
Each wet lick up your slit is greedier and hungrier than the last. She's gentle with you, yes, but you can feel the weight of the underlying desire that's been building up in the pit of her stomach for god knows how long. What Angell feels for you is akin to a devouring darkness: once you get entwined, there's no going back. Whether that applies to you, her, or both of you remains unknown. Maybe you know the answer but choose to ignore it.
Body still awash in the aftermath of your previous orgasm, it doesn't take long for you to feel that familiar coil in your belly building up once again. It takes all of your strength to resist pushing Angell's head down between your legs. Well, not that she could go any further. Too busy moaning Angell's name to warn her with words, you hope that she'll get the message with how your legs are trembling.
Sure enough, you cum with a breathless gasp soon after. She eats you out through your high, careful to lap up all of your fluids without overstimulating you. Angell is a quick learner, after all. You're left panting for breath after two consecutive earth-shattering orgasms, yet Angell hasn't even gotten undressed. That won't do. Aside from the damage your pride would take, you want to return the favor.
"Angell, lay down for me, will you?" You ask of her through your heavy breathing. Although Angell has her doubts, she immediately follows your command. "I'm not tired yet." You chuckle at her words but shudder to think about its implications. The stability of your legs would not survive after getting eaten out by Angell again. Though, the same might be said for what you're going to do next. "I want to make you feel good too."
You sit with your thighs on either side of Angell's legs, already working on removing her clothes. Once they're off, you're quick to capture her lips in a chain of soft, yet lustful kisses. She gives in to you more easily than you expected. You had the impression that Angell would be the type to want to be in control of everything at any time, but she lets you lead this dance.
Although the woman is probably unaware, the size of her boner is huge. Seven inches at the very least. You bite your lip at its sheer girth. You'd be lying if you said that you never had any doubts about it fitting inside of you, but it's nothing you can't handle... probably. As if reading your thoughts, Angell speaks. "...I don't have any lube."
Your eyes wander to the bottle of lotion you put on her bedside table, (which was the only surface available for it at the time,) but you eventually decide against using it since it's most likely expired. "It's fine. We'll start out slow."
Angell likes the insinuation that you'll go faster once you're more comfortable. She helps you align yourself with her cock, gently holding you by your hips. Although Angell has her hands on you, she lets you control the pace and only tries to assist when necessary.
With bated breath, you sink onto the tip. Her length feels endless, filling you up completely inch after inch. Angell relishes in how your eyes almost roll into the back of your head and the moan you let out when you finally take her inside entirely. Still, she places your comfort and pleasure above everything else. "Are you sure about this?"
Your chest heaves as you get used to the sensation of feeling so... full. It takes you a few seconds to reply. "This is nothing that the Chief of the MBCC can't handle," Angell smiles at your reply. Your act of false bravado isn't fooling anyone. It gives the woman a sense of pride to have such an important figure of society in her hands like this.
Just being inside of you has Angell biting her lip. She'd never imagine in her life that she'd be able to sleep with anyone, much less someone as kind and beautiful as you are. The intimacy of it all makes everything that much more pleasurable, and Angell hopes you feel the same way.
The two of you stay like this. Both of you are aware that you don't have much time left, but you're not in a rush. Rather, you take the opportunity to enjoy this moment thoroughly. It takes a while for you to get used to Angell's sheer size, and it also takes her a while to get used to these unfamiliar sensations.
Angell is barely able to conceal the pure ecstasy she feels when you start moving. Your pussy is just so tight. She's not one to masturbate often, but she can say with confidence that being inside of you feels miles better and much more personal than rutting into her hand just to get rid of her morning wood.
You take Angell down to the base, albeit with much difficulty at first, and start off by grinding. You roll your hips back and forth, the tip of her cock almost kissing the entrance of your cervix. Angell grips your waist harder, but still lets you control the pace of your lovemaking. Her trust in you makes your heart flutter.
With Angell's hair splayed like flowing rivers on the sheets, her eyes fluttered shut, and soft moans escaping her mouth now and then, you aren't able to resist the desire to kiss her. It starts with a small smooch on her neck, then two. And then these kisses turn into hickeys one after another.
The feeling is weird and alien to Angell, but she surrenders herself to you all the same, even tilting her head to make it easier for you. You feel bad about leaving them in such obvious places, but knowing her, she wouldn't bother to hide them. And you'd be right, because if anything, Angell would wear them as a badge of honor. Who cares what other people think of her sex life?
Up, and down. Up, and down. You move your hips at a steady pace once you get the hang of it. You relish in the way the sides of her cockhead rub against your walls so deliciously. As you're straddling Angell and leaving more hickeys wherever you can access, she gets an idea to play with your clit while you ride her. You seemed to like having it stimulated earlier.
Soon after, the both of you are a moaning mess. This small gesture makes everything feel a hundred times better for you, and in turn, you move faster. You lift yourself enough so her tip is barely inside of you, and immediately bring yourself down again.
Angell curses under her breath. She holds onto you as if you'll disappear otherwise, chanting your name like a mantra; like a sinner begging for forgiveness. The sight of you bouncing up and down on her cock while looking down at her so lovingly is enough to make the inexperienced woman swoon.
"I'm close..." Angell warns. You don't care. In fact, you seem to be riding her harder; trying to milk her for all she's worth. "Want you inside." You lean forward to kiss her. Angell chases after your lips fervently, her hands holding you close as you continue to move your hips while her thumb presses down on your clitoris.
You swallow each other's muffled moans. The only thing that matters to the both of you in this moment is one another. You'd freeze time and stay like this with Angell for eternity if you could. She cums with a strained groan, and you feel her seed filling you up. It's oddly comforting to know that Angell has left a mark inside of you.
You continue your ministrations slowly, and yoi have an orgasm of your own soon after. The mixture of you and Angell's fluids form a white ring on the base of her cock. It doesn't take long until the two of you collapse next to each other, breathing heavily as sweat runs down both of your bodies.
Although you feel refreshed, you have no idea how to handle this. Your relationship with Angell, your return to the MBCC, everything. The confusion is understandable considering you literally just slept with your kidnapper who's been holding you captive. You'll cross that bridge when you get there, you suppose.
Seeing Angell stare at you, most likely with no idea how to proceed either, you feel like you should say something. "That was great, Angell. Thank you." She smiles at your words before pulling you into a cuddle. Angell really is just like a cat, you think to yourself.
With these thoughts in mind, your impulse to scratch her behind the ears just like you would to a stray cat on the side of the road win. Before you can retract your hand to apologize, Angell leans into your touch, sighing contently. You swear you hear her purr, even.
"You really... don't want to stay at the Bureau?" You ask. You regret letting those words leave your mouth, but you can't bring yourself to care now that you're running out of time. You're more than willing to fight for her. "You'll be safe. You can have my red bean soup any time you want."
Angell knows that you mean each word that you say. You won't let anyone from the dark web bother her, and even though you have responsibilities, she knows that you'll fulfill your promise. That's why it hurts.
"Tomorrow. I'll give you my answer tomorrow." Angell speaks up, just as you start to fear that you might've ruined this intimate moment. Her words give you hope. It's faint, but it's there. You'd like to say that you wouldn't, but you'd cling to any chance to spend more time with Angell; have her by your side even if only for a second more.
However, the woman has already made an irreversible decision: one that she fears has consequences that she'll be carrying for the rest of her life. For now, both of you are content with your current state.
"Stay with me," Angell mumbles, trying to enjoy your scent and affection the best her tired body can manage. A thought passes both of your minds as you're entangled in each other's embrace: it'd be nice if we could stay like this forever. It saddens Angell to know that that thought would only be left as an 'if.' "Just for a bit longer."
"Tomorrow" never comes. Tomorrow will never come without you by her side.
Angell wakes up. The bag containing her trusted blade is held near her body. She finds that she hasn't been able to let go of it ever since you've left her—or rather, ever since she left you. It's the only thing left of the time you spent together. It's the only thing that assures Angell that you were real, not just an illusion.
A lot of things have changed. She finds herself sleeping more. Angell clings to her memories with you through dreams, even trying to "make" new ones whenever the chance presents itself. She's also taken less assassination jobs lately, instead picking odd jobs that you'd be likely to choose for her.
Angell remembers the last one she took. The man was a leader of a drug cartel, infamous for getting young sinners addicted and using them to transport goods. The world would be better off without him, and Angell was no different. He had a wife and a toddler son. He called for his wife's name before he drew his final breath. Perhaps he too was but another victim of the cruelty of this side of the world—perhaps he too wanted to escape the void of the dark oceans and live under the sun's warmth.
Angell is too far gone. A shark cannot start living on land, no matter how much it wishes. She belongs in a bottomless abyss where the sun must not pierce through, while you belong on the other side of this fucked up world, risking your life to save everyone that can be saved. Angell is not a part of that group. She feels your sunlight faintly, but as much as she wants to bask in it, it cannot pierce through the deep waters of her heart. It must not.
Maybe things could've turned out differently if she met you earlier.
Angell stands up from the dusty couch. She is the only one in this desolate home. You're not there to scold her for sleeping on the sofa when she has a clean bed. Not even her goldfish keeps her company on these cold nights—but she trusts that you've taken good care of them. You've always taken care of everyone around you, but who's going to do the same for you?
Particles of dust float in her apartment. She finds that there's no reason to clean it up. Once again, her fridge is full of nearly expired, barely edible "food." As Angell gets ready to head out, she sees her reflection in the shards of broken glass on the floor. It was from a vase that came with the safehouse that she knocked over and forgot to clean. Huh. It looks like she's been crying.
You wake up in a cold sweat. The coolness of your desk against your cheek is unpleasant. The arm you've been using as a pillow is numb. You scramble to sit up straight and look at the time: 2:48AM. Most of the Bureau is asleep. A blanket that you didn't even realize was resting on your shoulders falls off of you, most likely Adjutant Nightingale trying to make sure you don't catch a cold.
On a tray set apart from the paperwork you had been working on, there is a note, a sandwich, and a cup of iced coffee. You assume the perpetrator is the same as the person who wrapped a blanket around you, and as it seems from reading the note, you were right. The contents are a mix of Nightingale's concern for you and scolding you for not taking care of your well-being.
You feel bad for worrying her all the time. Honestly, you're surprised she hasn't resigned yet with how often you get kidnapped. It's not just Nightingale either, even some sinners have noticed the bags under your eyes and how distant you've been acting ever since you came back. You should really pull yourself together. If not for yourself, then for the sinners who rely on you, the Chief of the MBCC.
Why do you keep dreaming about Angell? You've been betrayed many times before, and although you'll never get used to it, you've always gotten back up each time quicker than the last. What is it about her that's so different? Why does she affect you so much?
You open your laptop with a newfound sense of determination, but this time, it's not for work. If you want to stop a problem, you should tackle the source of it, right? Or maybe that's just an excuse. You're going to find her, and along with her, answers. After you press the 'enter' key, the simple yet eerie screen you've grown familiar with welcomes you back:
tierlist on twt got me acting unwise……. [nsft utc]
raven full on sobbing when she’s overstimulated, clawing at the sheets behind her head and arching that gorgeous back so perfectly as her thighs tremble around your head. hiccuping sobs and moans that choke on your name with each harsh lash of your tongue against her clit, and each sinfully good curl of your fingers in her drooling cunt that might as well be sobbing too. she’s so loud, weeping out thin, keening praises while her hips jump and stutter to the time of your thrusts. just the sound of you working her cunt has her so dizzy, her eyes so far back into her skull only the whites are visible. she can taste the salt of her own tears on her lips but god, she fucking loves it. she’ll keep you there between her legs until she’s incoherent or passed out—usually both. teaching is stressful, after all, and she needs a good destressing session with her partner every now and then.
folding shalom in half would have her vocalising like never before, just pure, uncontrolled moans as you push her knees to her ears and put her through the mattress. her fingers dig into your back like claws as almost animalistic noises rip their way out of her throat, nothing coherent at all, just the prettiest whines and half-legible pleas. she’s breathy, needy, demanding—she’d hiss, or attempt to, if you even think about slowing down the pace at which you’re fucking into her. she’s dripping onto the damn sheets, leaking around your cock, why the hell would you even stop? when she cums it’s messy, squirt spraying over your abdomen, and she makes a noise barely even human anymore, all hoarse moans and hitched mewls.
matilda, poor thing… her composure turns non-existent the second your hand wrap around her dick. she’s whimpering like some wounded creature, hands fisting into the couch cushions beneath her. her brain feels like mush as she looks up at you straddling her, her aching cock in your gentle grip. her lips part with a breathy groan as you pump her length, thumb swiping over the slit. god, she’s leaking like some kind of broken faucet into your hand but by the sounds spilling from her throat she certainly doesn’t have the capacity to care at the moment. not when it’s been so long and the loose circle of your fingers around her feels like heaven on earth. she tries to fuck into your hand but the way you straddle her limits her movement, and she whines again, pleading and desperate and oh-so polite in her begging. she always remembers her pleases and thank-yous—and so you can’t even be that upset when you sink down onto her cock, taking her into your cunt in one smooth go and she cums immediately with a long, drawn out whimper of your name.
angell is a mess of grunts and groans as you take her cock into your throat, all the way down to the hilt, your nose brushing the trail of grey-silver hair on her pelvis. her elbows are braced on the kitchen counter behind her and really they’re the only thing keeping her up as you suck on her dick, seemingly unbothered at the press of the cold wood floor against your knees. watching your head bob has her throat so fucking dry, her moans of your name knotting in her chest. she tries, she really does, to be quiet but you’re so good at this it should be illegal. angell goes higher in pitch as she gets closer, one hand tangling in your hair to hold you in place as she ruts into your eager mouth, her grunts coming more unbidden now. she still has some sense to draw back and ask if you’re okay with her cumming in your mouth and fully moans your name—almost a whimper—when you take her back all the way, fingers digging into the muscled meat of her thighs. when she cums it’s with gasping, heaving groans as she holds your head in place, her cock twitching in your throat. she makes another weak noise when you pull off, a string of saliva connecting the tip of her cock to your lips. she yelps only a little when you stand and ask her to join you in the bedroom for round two.
