#weeping angels

So, I just found a comic on Pinterest that showed Toph one-shotting a Weeping Angel. It was very funny, but it got me thinking. You see, Weeping Angels can only move when they are not seen, specifically by Sight. However, Toph's Seismic Sense is only a substitute for Visual Sight, which means that at a basic level of understanding the Quantum Lock feature of an Angel can't be activated and therefore they move unimpeded. Despite this, I would make the argument that Seismic Sense is better for stopping Weeping Angels than Visual Sight. My reasoning for this is that when Toph is using Seismic Sense she perceives a detailed recreation of her surroundings. Note the word 'recreation', because as we learned from Matt Smith's Doctor Who , "That which holds an image of an angel becomes itself an angel", which denotes that any image depicting an Angel has the same functions and weaknesses of a Natural Weeping Angel. Therefore, any Angel within Toph's Seismic Sense Range is forced into their Quantum Locked state indefinitely because Toph is always 'seeing' them despite not being able to so visually see them.

You stood in silent admiration of your lover, smiling fondly when they stayed completely still. When your eyes were on the fallen angel, they could not move.

You turned your eyes away, and immediately felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist as they peppered your neck in kisses. “I missed you, my love. It’s lonely without you here.”

His hands traveled down your body, stopping at your hips before he gripped them tightly. “I’ve been thinking about you all day… Did you bring what I asked.”

You nodded, taking a long strip of fabric from your pocket. The fallen angel grinned, carefully placing it over your eyes and tying it right behind your head.

“Can’t see anything, can you?”

“Not a thing, my love.”

“Good…”

Your lover led you towards the back of the abandoned building, carefully laying you down on a soft surface before he opened your thighs.

When his fingers caressed your bare cunt, you jumped in surprise. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but trusted him completely with your body.

“Shh, careful, dear,” he cooed, easing you back into a relaxed state as his dark wings fluttered behind him. “That’s it, let me make you feel good.”

His long tongue lapped at your engorged clit as he pawed at your thighs. Once your pussy was pulled as close to his face as possible, he buried himself between your thighs.

Each languid lick had you bucking your hips, desperate to reach your high as he took his time getting you off. All he had left was time, after all, and he only wanted to spend his long eternity with you.

Though his cock twitched with need, he only gently stroked it, too focused on the taste of your slick to concentrate on his own desires. He looked up at your through his eyelashes, knowing you couldn’t see his pussy drunk gaze through your blindfold.

Even if you were currently blinded, he was not. Every bite of your lip, the sight of drool falling from your parted lips, and the way your fingers roughly groped your own breast was a sight he hoped to ingrain in his memory.

Your cunt glistened with arousal, all pretty and ready to receive his cock. He almost felt like he was dirtying you with his sinful body, defiling something so pretty and soft after falling from heaven. Sin wasn’t something new to him, but he always hesitated for a moment before sinking his cock into you.

His thick head went in easy enough, he’d been inside you many times before after all, but this time he got to see your flustered face.

If only he could see your eyes tearing up with pleasure as he fucked you, taking note of the way your pussy clenched around him when he moved his hips a certain way.

Your gspot was being abused, the fallen angel pounding into you as your hands gripped the soft feathers of his wings. He groaned into your neck, pressing his full weight into you so he could feel you pressed completely against him.

He always wanted to be as close as possible to you, you were his everything after all. No one else could ever love a wretched being like himself, someone who had strayed from the path of god.

He lifted one of your legs up, pushing further into you, wanting to be as deep inside of you as possible. No matter how hard he tried, the fallen angel couldn’t bring himself to pull away from you.

There was so much slick dripping onto the bed, and he struggled to keep himself from cumming. Just a little longer, he wanted to feel complete and whole inside of the one he loved most.

No one else could connect with you like this, they couldn’t feel your pussy clench around them and twitch as he claimed you as his own.

His balls clenched, and the fallen angel came inside of you, continuing to pound you through his orgasm. He panted, burying his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of you after sex.

“Should I take off the blindfold..?” you asked after a few minutes, gently caressing his wings. With a sigh, the fallen angel pulled you close, examining your soft features and cuddling with you.

“Not yet…” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lip you had bitten earlier. “Just a little longer… I want to keep looking at you.”

So you stayed like that, letting him clean you up and hold you close to his body. Your warmth always seemed to comfort him, and he enjoyed the intimacy you two shared.

A nice bath together, your fingers toying with his feathers as he gazed at your bare body… that was heaven to him, and plenty worth his fall to earth.

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