Guardian

angela ziegler. under construction.

[wingedangela-blog]

i owe: 

- @unethicallybrilliant x2 - @epistimis - @dragxnfall

anyone else?

[chronal-anomaly]

“Written in my blood, Doc.” Lena offers a smile, but it’s exhausted, pinched. “Gonna run until I run out of road, or drop dead first. Nothing I can do t’ stop it.” 

She’s terrified of the world, terrified of what comes next, but Lena’s been so used to pretending to be okay, that there’s nobody left to help her when she needs it most. 

Either way. America called, and Lena would run to answer it. “I’ll be just fine, but you ‘ave to be okay too, for me. Please?”

[wingedangela-blog]

"of course," it felt easy to promise that, even if it may not be true. more than a decade on the battlefield made those promises easy to dole out, day after day. what else was there to say? the two women, despite their differences, are so alike: after all, that's what war makes of women, either soldiers or brides. "godspeed, tracer!"

[mareamo]

[wingedangela-blog]

“i want...” her voice trailed off, letting her soak in the pleasure where she could receive it. the world was harsh: always at war and always leaving loss in its wake. angela would hold onto love where she could find it and take pleasure where it was given -- even the most gentle touch. but she didn’t want a gentle touch. she wanted to be selfish. she wanted to live in a world with no war, with no casualties, with no sense of fatigue that hung over them all every day. she wanted a selfish hedonism that only moira was willing to give if she only asked, and god -- she loved her for it. “i want you to make me forget every worry that could possibly keep me up at 2, and ... and then tell me when what you want, moira.” in a lower voice, more intimate, “i want to make you feel good, too, liebe.” 

[memestockpile]

send one for a kind gesture;

♖ comforting after a nightmare ♘ kiss on the forehead ♣ wiping away tears ♝ holding hands ♡ hugging ♦ picking up your character ♤ bathing your character ♠ my muse taking care of your muse when their sick ♛ shoulder rubs ☮ stroking/ruffling hair ▽ patting/rubbing their back ☽ dressing your character ☺ my muse helping your muse fall asleep ❮ my muse comforting your muse as they grieve ♋  my muse fixing your muse something to eat ✍ my muse  teaching your muse ∞ my muse reading to your muse  ♒ my muse giving yours a message

[wingedangela-blog]

crazy night. sleep time

[wingedangela-blog]

Yes hello it's my face

[wingedangela-blog]

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[queen-gemini]

Moira leaned back, letting her weight sink back on her knees as she admired the woman below her. A true entity from above. She hummed in appreciation, her hand coming up to wrap around Angela’s neck gently and draw downwards. Her slender fingers tracing her collarbone and down between the swell of her breasts down, down, slow and meticulously, pausing just before reaching the heated space between her legs.

Dark eyes drank up the glorious sight of the fully exposed doctor. No matter how many times she had gotten the privilege to be able to witness Angela like this, it always managed to take her breath away.

Moira was well aware of how many doted after Mercy, how many wished to be in her position now; but how illustrious it was to be the one to be able see her like this, to touch her like this, to hear her moan and drive her to the very brink of pleasure. And she knew that she would fight tooth and claw against any who dared get in the way of that.

As her lips took in one of her soft breasts into her hot mouth, tongue flicking over the erect nipple as one hand cupped the other, squeezing gently. She wouldn’t trade this for anything.

[wingedangela-blog]

in all the world, angela felt few experiences as ecstatic as this. maybe flying with wings outstretched, definitely bringing the near-dead back to the living, and closely looking into moira’s heterochromatic gaze for the very first time (in which it made her heart jump into her throat to see such a beautiful person). and then this, the intimate touch of a loved one whose breath she could taste and body she could feel. 

and so angela’s face flushed with pleasure as moira’s hand moved between her legs. her own hand followed, moving over her lover’s and pushing harder against her mound, eagerly demanding, more, more. she arched into the touch, pushing her hand harder against herself. she’s not entirely selfish however, as her eyes scan moira’s naked body. her eyes scan downward and she bites her lip, making sure moira can see the little display. 

[ultraquickfox]

The good old days

[ariparri]

I decided to make one of Mercy. I’ll probably make more of other characters. But I think I’ll do one character from the other fandoms I’m in.

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[wingedangela-blog]

@science-and-mercy

her fingers were already hooked under the hem of her shirt when she broke away from the kiss, interrupted by the command. In a fluid motion, the night blouse comes off, revealing smooth, milky skin accentuated by a stray freckle just under her breasts. body heat mixes with the sudden cool air, leaving her feeling both vulnerable and safe. that contradiction could only be explained by moira, whose arms were lovingly tight and protective, but her gaze so revealing, peeling back angela’s own sensibilities until there would be nothing left of her. shame was never a part of her, but to completely submit to another was something so outside her nature that it took grit and strength to allow herself so open and so soft at once.

then her fingers took moira’s fingers laced in hers as she guided her hand to pull down her panties, hooking them over the curvature of her hips and thighs and let go only when her shoulder ached with the stretch of leading her lover so far down her body. her feet took over, and pulled them off her legs, and kicked them into the recess of the sheets.  then, angela’s gaze returned to moira’s, supine and ready for anything, anything.

another contradiction: her silence echoed around the bedroom. take me. 

[wingedangela-blog]

she looked up at her with cool blue eyes, her teeth strategically locking down on the side of her lower lip. “let’s see it, then, moira. let’s see you swoon.” her hands massaged into her shoulders as her knee raised at rest it between the woman’s legs. she wavered that knee back and forth, just to remind her that she was there and she’d do as she’d please for as long as moira would serenade her with such sweet promises. 

[queen-gemini]

Mine! A sudden wave of carnal desire claimed her, her body arching over the doctor as she inhaled her hot scent, as if she couldn’t enough.

When she felt Angela loosen her grip on her body, she paused not registering what she had said until she was gently tapping on her back to grab her attention.

No marks.

Moira retracted her fevered lips as she panted for breath. She knew that outside this room they had to remain professional, whatever relationship they dared to have it was a well kept secret. Maybe it’s what made their private moments even more exceptional but it also drove her nearly mad with the desire to show everyone that Angela wasn’t just anyone, she was special, she was everything.

Moira waited until she was calmer before lowering herself and tenderly kissing Angela on the lips. And though it started off slow, it was heated with a strong sense of desperation, the desperation to be able to convey how much Moira truly cared, how much she wanted her.

[wingedangela-blog]

she regretted the loss of rough touch so quickly that it fizzles out in an exhale. she feels dizzied by it; it feels like a day at the beach, the waves of the pleasure making her sway although she’s completely still beneath her. she wanted to hold onto this moment, this very moment, and keep it with her. for a day that seems implausible: one without moira.  she drew fingers in a circle on her lover’s bare back. “you feel good,” she whispered between kisses, each depart of their lips created a sound that echoed in the dark.  she nuzzled her nose against hers, holding the moment before kissing her again, again. she deepened the kiss, her tongue moving over the woman’s, with a soft moan --  hmmm into her mouth, hoping it echoes against her skin, all the way to the center of her.  her hand then traveled down to hold the crook of her hip, enjoying the sharp angles of her body. the loved those brutal lines, never soft but purposeful as if her body said : yes, i exist, so what? , like she dared to live in such an androgynous body. it contrasted with her own soft curves, the geometry of them together such opposites, but so complementary. 

[wingedangela-blog]

waking up at midnight for the loss. 

[wingedangela-blog]

she looked up at her with cool blue eyes, her teeth strategically locking down on the side of her lower lip. “let’s see it, then, moira. let’s see you swoon.” her hands massaged into her shoulders as her knee raised at rest it between the woman’s legs. she wavered that knee back and forth, just to remind her that she was there and she’d do as she’d please for as long as moira would serenade her with such sweet promises. 

[queen-gemini]

“That depends,” Moira said in a heavy tone, before she drew her hand down in between them, removing her knee from beneath her. “if you can manage to behave yourself.”

She drew her hand up Angela’s inner thigh but didn’t stop until she was cupping her breast with a smirk playing on her lips. She then began to grind her hips down against Angela, slowly, while she planted fevered kisses down her throat. So sweet. I want it all.

[wingedangela-blog]

“doctor’s orders?” she smiled. any disappointment from not being able to use her knee vanished as moira dug her hips against hers. a thick, honeyed groan escaped her lips. “because you’re making it – nn – difficult to be good under these extenuating circumstances.” her lips parted as she breathed out a pant while soaking in moira’s rough kisses. fingers carded through the older woman’s hair, pulling and squeezing at the ends at the nape of her neck. 

[queen-gemini]

“Mhm, harder.” She demanded with a growl against hot skin. Moira wanted Angela to claim her as much as she desired to do so in turn and the feeling of her hands in her hair always drove her wild.

She took note on how versatile Angela could be but it was especially savory when she heard just how much pleasure she could draw from the exceptional woman. Moira drew back, catching her breath before taking claim to her lips, her free hand going down to guide her leg to wrap around her waist.

[wingedangela-blog]

and harder she pulled, both acquiescing so indulgently to her needs, and fighting back against the pleasure that shot through her spine like lightning. anything to stay a little sane for just one more moment before she lost it all so easily. so she clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white and her hips pushed up against the woman’s, and the rough touch was consummated by a kiss.  her lips pushed apart the woman’s until there was a cavern to hotly groan into. slowly, her knees parted from the other, both to wrap against moira’s slim waist until ankles crossed over the back of the woman’s knees.

[queen-gemini]

It hurt but in the best of ways. Moira had found that a common theme when it came to Angela, she found it both thrilling and stimulating to her curiosity. And it burned, oh how it burned. And she was glad she normally slept without a shirt on, it was one less thing to worry about.

“Tell me how it feels,” Moira let her low voice interrupt the searing kiss they shared. She grinded down against her, her breath heaving as excitement raced through her. “They think you are an Angel, darling, I wonder what they would think of you if they saw you now.”

“So exquisite,” She planted an open mouth kiss just below Angela’s ear, nipping at the skin lightly. “So hot, so needy. I want to hear you moan.”

She sucked on her neck roughly, her hand gripping her thigh, nails slightly scrapping against soft skin as she did so.

This. Being able to see her like this. Experience her like this. They could have their so called ‘Mercy’ the Guardian Angel of overwatch, but this? No, this was all hers.

And maybe because of Angela, she not only believed in heaven but she felt as if she was experiencing it first hand.

[wingedangela-blog]

Angela felt heat bubble up inside her chest, only escaping in short, hot hums of pleasure as moira described her. it made her feel dizzy with need to be described as something so wanton, so aroused. would the world really be so disappointed to see her as so human? were there people who thought of her this way, or truly only so angelic? it made her feel like burrowing under moira even more, hiding behind her so the world couldn’t see. surely, moira would protect her from that kind of image of some fallen angel, depraved.  but her mind went blank at moira’s cool words, that deep husky voice filling her mind, instead. she wanted more of it, to hear and think nothing of the world except her.  “god--” she stuttered, “you feel so good, moira, liebeling, i feel, i feel...” she breathed, her voice exiting in shakes. she felt like she was being held together by the woman, like a tectonic plate had moved beneath them and shattered everything, and it was her firm hands that was holding her together, forbidding her to break.  “don’t leave a mark--” she sucked in a breath as her hands relaxed, gently tapping her on her bare back, “no marks, no marks,” she whispered, her words spilling out in a rush. “at least -- no where visible,” she laughed breathily, fingers curling against her bare skin. 

[allloversbetray]

That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?

[wingedangela-blog]

she looked up at her with cool blue eyes, her teeth strategically locking down on the side of her lower lip. “let’s see it, then, moira. let’s see you swoon.” her hands massaged into her shoulders as her knee raised at rest it between the woman’s legs. she wavered that knee back and forth, just to remind her that she was there and she’d do as she’d please for as long as moira would serenade her with such sweet promises. 

[queen-gemini]

“That depends,” Moira said in a heavy tone, before she drew her hand down in between them, removing her knee from beneath her. “if you can manage to behave yourself.”

She drew her hand up Angela’s inner thigh but didn’t stop until she was cupping her breast with a smirk playing on her lips. She then began to grind her hips down against Angela, slowly, while she planted fevered kisses down her throat. So sweet. I want it all.

[wingedangela-blog]

“doctor’s orders?” she smiled. any disappointment from not being able to use her knee vanished as moira dug her hips against hers. a thick, honeyed groan escaped her lips. “because you’re making it – nn – difficult to be good under these extenuating circumstances.” her lips parted as she breathed out a pant while soaking in moira’s rough kisses. fingers carded through the older woman’s hair, pulling and squeezing at the ends at the nape of her neck. 

[queen-gemini]

“Mhm, harder.” She demanded with a growl against hot skin. Moira wanted Angela to claim her as much as she desired to do so in turn and the feeling of her hands in her hair always drove her wild.

She took note on how versatile Angela could be but it was especially savory when she heard just how much pleasure she could draw from the exceptional woman. Moira drew back, catching her breath before taking claim to her lips, her free hand going down to guide her leg to wrap around her waist.

[wingedangela-blog]

and harder she pulled, both acquiescing so indulgently to her needs, and fighting back against the pleasure that shot through her spine like lightning. anything to stay a little sane for just one more moment before she lost it all so easily. so she clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white and her hips pushed up against the woman’s, and the rough touch was consummated by a kiss.  her lips pushed apart the woman’s until there was a cavern to hotly groan into. slowly, her knees parted from the other, both to wrap against moira’s slim waist until ankles crossed over the back of the woman’s knees.

[wingedangela-blog]

she looked up at her with cool blue eyes, her teeth strategically locking down on the side of her lower lip. “let’s see it, then, moira. let’s see you swoon.” her hands massaged into her shoulders as her knee raised at rest it between the woman’s legs. she wavered that knee back and forth, just to remind her that she was there and she’d do as she’d please for as long as moira would serenade her with such sweet promises. 

[queen-gemini]

“That depends,” Moira said in a heavy tone, before she drew her hand down in between them, removing her knee from beneath her. “if you can manage to behave yourself.”

She drew her hand up Angela’s inner thigh but didn’t stop until she was cupping her breast with a smirk playing on her lips. She then began to grind her hips down against Angela, slowly, while she planted fevered kisses down her throat. So sweet. I want it all.

[wingedangela-blog]

“doctor’s orders?” she smiled. any disappointment from not being able to use her knee vanished as moira dug her hips against hers. a thick, honeyed groan escaped her lips. “because you’re making it -- nn -- difficult to be good under these extenuating circumstances.” her lips parted as she breathed out a pant while soaking in moira’s rough kisses. fingers carded through the older woman’s hair, pulling and squeezing at the ends at the nape of her neck.