#Gabriel fics

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To the Ends of the Earth Part 21

Supernatural

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary:  AU Supernatural. Gabriel is tired of Micahel and Raphael’s constant interfering and dictating what’s best for him. Little do they know that he’s been sneaking to earth to fall in love with you. When he convinces you to run away with him, all hell is about to break loose.

Link to Part 20

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1 week later…

You lay with Gabriel on the couch snuggled against his side as some tv show played unnoticed in the background. Halfway through, whatever show it was, you closed your eyes and snuggled further against Gabriel. He placed one of his hands over yours that you had laid on his chest. Neither of you had said much in a while but the quiet cuddling was enough.

The last week had thankfully calmed down. Dean had slowly accepted that you were pregnant. You were positive that Dean had tracked Chuck down and threatened him real good about keeping you alive. When he came home Dean seemed to be in a lot better of a mood. You could only assume that threatening Chuck would bring that level of happiness.

Was Dean happy about you being pregnant…no. Something told you that your eldest brother wouldn’t be happy until the baby was born and you were alive.

Gabriel also wasn’t saying much about the baby-to-be. While you didn’t expect him to be excited, you wished he would “open up.” The best that you could assume was your lover would be like Dean. While he wasn’t as on edge as Dean was, you could still sense Gabriel’s nervousness. His eyes were always on you now. He seemed to be watching every move that you made while being totally prepared to smite whatever could harm you in the slightest.

“Maye that is his love language when it comes to the baby?”

That was the best thought that you could formulate. Gabriel had told you a few days prior that he could sense the baby’s heartbeat. The look in his eyes when he said those words and how he stroked his fingers over your still flat stomach gave you some hope as to his feelings.

Minus, the baby on the way, everything else with Gabriel was just like usual. You were thankful for that at least. If Gabriel turned off the love supply, you would have totally fallen apart. From the brief bit of the baby book that you had read (until you got to the part about birthing pictures and nearly vomited) apparently, a woman’s sex drive was supposed to increase.

“…Yep, that’s happening.”

“How are you feeling?”

Gabriel asked softly, pulling you from your thoughts. He originally didn’t want to wake you but the quiet of the room was beginning to drive him nuts. Gabriel wouldn’t say it but his anxiety went into near overdrive whenever you were quiet for long periods. Yes, he was able to check you over at any time but hearing your voice seemed to make all of his worries go away. You yawned snuggling further into his side instantly making the worry within Gabriel vanish.

“Fine. My stomach hurts a bit but I suppose that I should get used to that.”

Gabriel put a finger to your head and the sick feeling instantly vanished. He gave you a sheepish little smirk before moving to kiss your forehead.

“I guess that will be a benefit of having a baby with me. I can make all of the nasty…side effects go away.”

“That will be definitely useful.”

You replied before yawning again. Gabriel moved to stroke a hand down your back toward the waistband of your jeans.

“Before you get too comfortable…”

He started but stopped suddenly and sat up. You gave him a curious frown as Amelia came running in with a small box in her hand. It took all you had to stop yourself from smirking at the annoyed expression on Gabriel’s face. If Dean were in the room, you were 100% positive that mentions of being “cock blocked” would have come up.

“Hi, shorty. What do you have there?”

You asked, sitting up. Amelia was nearly bouncing up and down. Gabriel raised an eyebrow before smirking. The little girl reminded him so much of you it felt as if he was looking into a mirror.

“Uncle Dean got me a guinea pig! I named her Snickerdoodle!”

You instantly looked up to Dean as he stepped into the room with a shit-eating grin on his face. He gave you a small shrug before you turned back to your niece who had fished the petrified-looking animal out of the box.

“Oh, that’s nice. She’s lovely, sweetie. Does your daddy know about Snickerdoodle?”

Amelia shook her head and shoved some of her dark hair out of her face.

“I see. Maybe you should…oh look there’s Sam now.”

Sam automatically sighed. He hated that tone. He knew “that” tone. Something was up and something told him that it involved him somehow.

“I love conversations that start like this.”

Amelia ran over to Sam nearly hopping up and down with delight.

“Uncle Dean got me a guinea pig!”

Sam automatically scowled at Dean. This was the last thing that he wanted to get involved with too. Between a pregnant sister who would be giving birth to an archangel’s baby, his own child, dealing with Michael, and all of the other kinks involved with being a Winchester…Sam just didn’t have a “guinea pig” in him.

“Uh huh…he did, did he? Amelia…guinea pigs are…”

Sam tried to think of the right word. He looked up at Gabriel.

“Violent?”

Gabriel suggested, earning a scowl from both Sam and yourself. He only gave you a little shrug as Sam knelt down to Amelia.

“Sweetie, guinea pigs are a lot of work. Uncle Dean, Aunt Y/n, and I are really busy…I’m not sure if this is a good idea. Uncle Dean and I are gone a lot and Aunty Y/n is about to have a baby soon…”

Amelia gave Sam a pouty frown.

“I can do it. I am 5 whole years old.”

Dean made his way over to Gabriel with a smirk.

“This is your first real lesson on being a parent…how to cave.”

Gabriel’s amber eyes rolled over to Dean.

“If you give my child one of those rats, I may smite you.”

Dean quickly moved away from Gabriel shaking his head.

“Tough crowd.”

You rolled your eyes at Dean and Gabriel before turning back to Amelia who was clearly happy with her new furry friend. Her little face showed nothing but pure joy. You couldn’t help but smile at her. Ever since Amelia had moved into the bunker, you took extra care to find little things to bring her joy with. Something told you that Dean used the same excuse to bring Snickerdoodle home.

“Would you two get a room?”

You muttered before kneeling down next to Amelia.

“You really like her don’t you?”

Amelia nodded.

“Yes, aunty. She has a wiggly nose.”

Amelia then attempted to make her nose wiggle like the guinea pig that was nestled in her arms. Again, you couldn’t help but smile. You noticed a small smile grace Gabriel’s face too. You knew that he would never admit it but Amelia had grown on him. Whether it be the fact that she reminded the archangel so much of you as a child or Amelia just had her “own little way” you knew that Gabriel liked her presence.

You turned your attention to Sam, who still looked less than amused with Snickerdoodle’s arrival. Taking a breath, you leaned closer to Amelia.

“Maybe we can talk your daddy into letting Snickerdoodle stay. I can help you look after her.”

Amelia immediately squealed before nearly throwing the poor guinea pig up in the air with joy. You quickly reached out and wrapped your hands around Snickerdoodle and gave Sam a small smile. He groaned and shook his head.

“Fine. She can stay but I better not smell anything.”

Amelia nodded and wrapped her arms around Sam’s legs squealing about how he was the best daddy ever.

“What about me? I’m the one that bought the thing.”

Dean grumbled. Amelia quickly went over to Dean and gave him the same attention.

“I am winning that world’s okayest uncle cup.”

Dean said with a smirk as Cas stepped in. The frown on his face told you that something wasn’t well in the world. Standing up you inched closer to him as he muttered something to Gabriel.

Gabriel turned to you. The cutesy moment with the guinea pig was now shot to hell. He hated even mentioning Cas’ news to you.

“What is it?”

You asked softly. Gabriel sighed.

“My father is here with yet another surprise.”

Both Sam and Dean groaned, mirroring Gabriel’s reaction. You too felt a feeling of dread wash over you. While Chuck’s last visit brought you news of the baby…it also brought a feeling of darkness over the bunker that hadn’t 100% washed away.

“Oh boy this day just keeps getting better.”

You commented before turning to Jack.

“Jack, can you stay in here with Amelia?”

Jack eagerly nodded before sitting down beside Amelia, who clearly didn’t care about the business of adults at the moment.

You turned to follow your brothers and Gabriel into the library where Chuck stood with a smile on his face.

“I thought I would come back…”

Gabriel wrapped a hand around yours, keeping his eyes locked on Chuck.

“Please tell us that you aren’t here to bring more good news. We are worried enough about what you brought last time.”

Dean said. He knew that he would never stand a chance against Chuck but he could put his thoughts on matters out there. What Chuck did with said thoughts and opinions was up to him.

Chuck, meanwhile, felt his smile fade. Everyone was looking at him as if he would be declaring that the world would be ending. Gabriel was watching him with a cold frown.

“Gabriel, you can stop frowning. I haven’t brought anything bad…not really…”

“Forgive me for not trusting you.”

Gabriel said in a low cold tone.

“Gabe.”

You whispered, squeezing his hand. The last thing that you wanted to witness was Gabriel and Chuck having some kind of epic showdown.

“It's okay, Y/n. Nothing bad is going to happen. I’m actually here with a special surprise for you…well…I suppose for Sam and Dean too.”

Sam winced while Dean mumbled something about “that last time Chuck gave them a surprise it was resulting in you becoming some kind of fucked up science experiment.”

You bit your lip, not even daring to look at Chuck.

“You know, Chuck, you have really given us enough surprises. I mean…we have met our quota…maybe you should go…bless…someone else?”

Chuck smiled, shrugging.

“I was thinking about the predicament that you are in. Yeah, you have your brothers. While that’s special, you deserve to have your father in your life.”

You felt your mouth drop as John stepped out from behind Chuck.

“Oh shit.”

Dean muttered while John gave the three of you an exhausted smile. He didn’t seem to notice or care to notice how freaked out the three of you look.

“My kids.”

John was in front of you before you knew it. He looked down at you with a smile before pulling you into a hug. Standing motionless, you couldn’t remember the last time that John had actually hugged you. John was never the “touchy-feely” kind of father so this was totally out of your element.

“Y/n, sweetheart, look how much you have grown up.”

John turned to Sam and Dean following the same lead. Both of your brothers looked beyond uncomfortable too as John made what would typically sound like a heart felt sentiment.

“Dad, you’re alive…and here.”

Dean choked out as John hugged him. John nodded before turning to say something kind to Chuck but the man was nowhere to be found.

“Yeah, I am. I think I got another chance and I am so glad to see the three of you. The three of you stuck together…just like you should have.”

Sam cleared his throat.

“It wouldn’t be any other way.”

John turned back to you. The last time that he had seen you, you were just a young teenager. Now here you stood, a grown woman. John’s eyes landed on Gabriel.

“Who are you?”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. He knew this was about to be a shit show.

Of course, it's a shit show. Anytime my father shows up it's a blasted shit show! Now, look what he’s gone and done.

“Gabriel.”

Gabriel said his name very matter-of-factly. He didn’t really feel like getting in an all-out brawl with John Winchester of you but something told you that it would happen very soon.

John, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes on Gabriel. While he expected that you, at some point, would choose a lover…he wasn’t expecting it to be now. Granted, part of him expected to come back and you still be a young girl.

“The two of you are together?”

You nodded, stepping closer to Gabriel.

“Yes, dad, we are. I’m assuming the guy that brought you here didn’t explain anything to you?”

John frowned, his eyebrows knitting together.

“What is there to talk about? I’m alive again.”

You groaned, mentally cursing Chuck under your breath. Of course, Chuck didn’t tell John Winchester the “truth” of everything going on in his children’s lives.

“Oh, there is a lot to talk about. Come on, we all need to go have a little chat.”

You replied. Meeting Sam and Dean’s eyes, you knew that this wasn’t about to be pretty.

“Dad, do you have a gun on you?”

You asked casually. John nodded. He thought this was a weird question but decided to go with it.

“Yeah, why?”

You shook your head.

“Put it on safety.”

John looked a little confused before following you into a dining room. You motioned to a seat.

“Sit down. We have a lot to talk about.”

John quietly did as he was told. His attention went back to Gabriel who was still frowning at him. Something about the way the man was looking at him made John on edge and he didn’t like it. There wasn’t something quite right with the man at your side. All of John’s hunter instincts were going on edge as he realized Gabriel wasn’t blinking.

“Yeah, I think we do, kiddo.”

John replied as Sam and Dean sat down. You didn’t even know where to start. Never in a million years did you think that you would have to explain yourself to your father ever again. When John was killed, you decide that would be the end of that…boy was you wrong!

“Dad, in the time that you have been gone…we have been through a lot. I mean like a hell of a lot. Sam, Dean, and I have gone through things that you probably wouldn’t believe…”

“Oh, I can believe a lot.”

John commented. You blinked a few times as John continued talking.

“Just tell me what it is. The three of you know that I don’t like…”

You held a hand up.

“Okay, we are in the middle of a second apocalypse. The archangel Michael is wreaking havoc in our lives. The three of us have dealt with the forces of heaven and hell, more monsters than you would care to believe, the British men of letters…I’m sure I am leaving a lot out.”

John blinked, looking totally stunned. He didn’t exactly expect to hear all of that.

“Are you joking?”

You weren't quite sure but for some reason, you started laughing. The last thing that you really wanted was to argue with your father about what you had really done over the past few years. John didn’t know the hell that the three of you had gone through over the years. You did. Sam and Dean did. John did not.

“No dad, I’m not joking. Oh, there’s more. Dean and I are dating angels and I’m pregnant.”

Gabriel stared at you with his mouth open. He honestly expected you to tell John a little more gently but no. You just threw that on him like a wet blanket.

“Surprise.”

Gabriel said with a smirk on his face as John turned to him. It made sense! It all made sense now. John now could see why Gabriel wasn’t blinking in addition to the cold distant expression on his face.

“You’re an angel and she’s pregnant?”

Gabriel nodded.

“That is what she said.”

John shook his head.

“I don’t believe it.”

Gabriel waited a moment before snapping his fingers and disappearing. The room was silent before Gabriel turned up beside you.

“Do you know anyone else that can do that because I sure as hell don’t?”

John jumped up, knocking the chair that he was sitting in over.

“Holy shit! You are an angel!”

Gabriel nodded.

“Yep, not just an angel. I’m an archangel. I warn you, human, don’t make move near her or I will smite you back to where you came from.”

John snarled.

“Get away from my daughter.”

Gabriel shook his head before freezing John where he stood.

“I can’t do that.”

John growled before turning his attention to Sam and Dean.

“You two just let this happen? I told the two of you to watch your sister! Letting her get knocked up by a rouge archangel isn’t part of keeping an eye on her.”

You, meanwhile, suddenly remembered your voice.

“Hold on a minute, dad. You don’t get to come here and start things like this. Sam and Dean did everything that they were supposed to and more. You are my father. You should have been there for us and you weren’t! Don’t you dare give me shit about being on hunts either. It shouldn’t have been Dean’s job to look after Sam and me the way he did. He was our mother and father more than you ever were. He didn’t get to be a kid. I’m my own damn person and make my own decisions. Sam, Dean, and I look out for each other but they don’t tell me what to do and you aren’t either. Chuck may have brought you back but you aren’t going to come in here and order us around. For once, we have our lives figured out and we are just fine with it.”

You turned and walked from the room without another word. Gabriel, turned back to John for a moment.

“It’s so lovely to see that you are still the same human that you were years ago. Excuse me, my wife needs me.”

Gabriel put extra emphasis on the word “wife.” He knew it would antagonize John all the more and he didn’t care….

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"PREY" - Alastor x reader fic

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, begging, overstimulation, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink,

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: i lost count. it's big.

  | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: Helloooooo!!! I write a lot but i never publish it! My lovely friend and also biggest inspiration for this fic @smallershorteranduncut ordered me to post this and i'm nothing but her loyal servent! I hope you guys enjoy the fruits of me writing 10 google docs pages today while i was enraged. Also english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here yadayayfayada! enjoy <;3 (UPDATE!) Part 2 is now up!

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Everything about the Radio Demon seemed to be designed to make you desire him, want him. Many times in ways you weren’t even ready to admit to yourself. You haven’t been in Hell long, that’s true. But ever since you manifested here you felt like someone had picked your brain open to make Alastor the perfect bait to lure you into even more sinful, sinister paths. 

He had an inexplicable magnetism around him, a piercing presence that made your eyes stuck on him when he worked a room. He had you bewitched and you hadn’t share more than polite pleasantries with each other since you became a guest at the hotel.

Today, again, you were transfixed in his gaze. Sitting in the corner of the hotel lobby, trying to make your embarrassing attraction to him go unnoticed while Alastor waltzed across the room explaining more of his wicked plans to Charlie. God, how you wish he had his wicked way with you. 

He seemed more… on edge today. His red eyes  glowed a little brighter, his nostrils flared a bit more, static filling the room more often, he was smiling with almost barred teeth, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him. Even Charlie was trying to politely dismiss him, the general feeling of uneasiness inside the hotel  just growing larger when Angel stationed himself near your little corner of the room. 

“Don’t go near that creepy motherfucker today, he’s about to lose it.”  Angel alerted, almost whispering, a pair of his hands making the “crazy sign” near his head 

“Isn’t he always creepy and about to lose it?” Husk added, staring at the exchange between the radio demon and Charlie.

“I’m telling you toots, I know that guy definitely isn't normal, but today he is borderline a mass extinction event. I swear, he’s just waiting for someone to give him the excuse” Angel replied, confirming your suspicions. Something was off.

“Uh. Well, about that, I think it’s time we rescue Charlie” 

As if on cue Charlie turned to the corner of the room, gesticulating really hard to be taken away from the small commotion her conversation with Alastor was becoming. 

“Hey Charlie, do you remember that thing with the hotel’s… personalized stationery you asked me to help you today? Let’s do it!” Said angel gently guiding Charlie away from the Radio Demon.

“Guess that’s my cue Alastor! Greaaaaat chat! As always! Have a nice day!! Byeee!” Charlie’s overly chirpy tone giving away her uneasiness. 

Suddenly it felt like all the air was taken out of the room. Alastor’s neck turned into an ungodly angle, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Static grew around the group, almost suffocating. As your vision went blurry from the sheer power that was being evoked, you contemplated if there was another afterlife. Preferably one where you didn’t inherit a death wish from your previous ones.

And as quick as it started, it was over. 

Alastor just said a creepy “hm” turned on his hell, and walked away. 

It almost felt like it was all in your head, but your friends standing perfectly still and dead silent next to you gave the reality of the situation away: everyone just had a near death-death experience. Maybe it would be a good topic for Charlie’s bonding exercises, who knows with this place. 

“I told ya’ll. Mass. Extinction. Event. Stay out the psycho’s way”

Angel’s voice became background noise in your head, your eyes focusing on the spot where Alastor just threatened everybody’s life without saying a word. As the voices dissipated around you and normalcy slowly returned to the hotel, your mind sank deeper and deeper into the mystery that was the Radio Demon. 

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They were so oblivious, so naive. Thinking he wasn’t listening what they said about him behind his back. Thinking he was unaware of him being the topic of the discussion when he wasn’t looking. He could bathe in the smell of their fear, and he was relishing it. 

Alastor stared at the new pretty little thing that arrived at the hotel. Oh how pathetically sweet and innocent she was, thinking she was being subtle about her infatuation with him. Thinking she could hide her interest in him, when she was nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes. Oh, she was just the perfect prey for him, wrapped in this lovely red bow she wore on her hair. 

Angel was right, he was just waiting for an excuse, and she just offered him one on a silver platter. And alastor was everything but a coward. 

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You cursed a little bit louder than you intended when you saw the blood dripping from your finger. “Stop. making. a. spectacle. of. yourself” you mentally screamed. You still could not figure Charlie’s “special stationary stapler” out, so stapling your finger was bound to happen. 

Even though it was not much, the silly little cut was stinging like a bitch, and your best efforts to stop the bleeding were futile, considering the mess on the hem of your skirt. Still high on the adrenaline from earlier, your shaking hands searched for something, anything to put on your finger so you could continue your work without anyone noticing. Everyone already had enough for one day, it was fine. 

“My dear, did you just hurt yourself?” Alastor’s voice invaded your ears. Oh, fuck. That’s it, he was going to murder you for being so incompetent with the damned stapler.

Turning to face him, you meet his piercing gaze, not sure if you should run and scream for help. “Oh no worries alastor, it’s just a small cut, i can manage!” you give him your most confident smile. 

Alastor’s head tilts, eyes burning red as he watches the small droplets of your blood make their way down your index finger.  

“Nonsense, I can't have my staff running around with injuries and bloodied clothes. We are in hell, but we are not savages, dear” He seems transfixed by the blood, and you are too scared to move, too scared to anything other than hold the weight of his gaze and hope for the best. Your lizard brain is screaming for you to run, ask for help. Maybe Charlie isn’t too far away, could you make a run for it? Somehow your survival instincts override your brain, maybe all those hours watching true crime back on earth weren’t in vain, and you decide against running. Let him initiate first. 

He catches your wrist, trapping it inside his deadly claws. His face, towering over you, comes all the way down to inspect the offending finger. You can feel his breathing on your skin. 

Your breathing stops. You swallow an imaginary lump. He’s gonna bite off your fing-

“Would you be a doll and let me take care of it? Blood being unnecessary wasted truly abhors me” 

You must have said yes at some point, you don’t really remember, now you are holding the red handkerchief he handed  you, answering his request to “please follow him”. Trailing behind the Radio Demon, both of you walk through the large corridors. 

This might be the time to scream for help. the voices inside your head warn. With every step of his feet you hear his microphone going tsk tsk tsk where it touches the ground. You are walking the death row, the paintings on the wall chanting “dead woman walking, dead woman walking”. 

“Keep pressuring the wound darling, we are almost there” he gently commands you, too gently… it feels almost… soft, pleading. The way Alastor goes from 0 to 100 is giving you whiplash. 

He slows down, reaching for the door knob of an unknown room. Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to enter first.

the door locks behind you.

 if i’m being murdered, at least i’m being murdered with class. 

“Don’t be silly, I’m not going to murder you” Alastor says, almost singing the last part of the sentence. 

“Oh fuck, i said that out loud, didn’t I?” you blurted out 

“Yes you did. And yes, I also noticed your lovely doe eyes on me every time i’m in the room” 

Your brain short circuits. That 's it. You are dead. He’s not going to murder you (apparently), but you are going to die of embarrassment. It will feel like murder. He knows, fuck, he knows. He knows about your crush (?) and he’s going to drag you for it. You are going to be so dragged the angels will pity you and bring you to heaven. A creative way to be redeemed, Charlie should know about this. Your thoughts are going downhill as a big snowball, there are too many of them and you can’t follow a single coherent train of thought. You don’t even want to know how you look in the middle of this. You must look pathetic, truly like a doe caught in headlights. And then you hear your name once.

Twice now, in a sing-song voice.

Your eyes fly open towards the sound, breaking from the anxiety induced spell as you realize the Radio Demon had just called you, by name. He knows your name???

“Ah hahah! You’re back.” Alastor says, as he starts to circle you like a predator. Your eyes, as always, follow his across the room.

 “I don’t like to repeat myself, little doe. You heard what I asked?” 

Again, you don’t really remember answering, your brain is going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA as you watch him pace around you, eyes burning red, demanding your attention. Teeth slightly barred, voice on the edge of something. Was that “X” on his forehead always there?

“I asked if you know what you are doing to me” static fills the room as he finishes speaking. Alastor’s clawed hand trapped your bloodied finger dangerously close to his grinning lips. Your brain is doing flips as he stares deep into your soul, and when your thoughts land you make the connection. Alastor is horny. Alastor is horny for y-

“You see, little doe, I know what your eyes hide when you desperately lower them everytime I come near you. I know how you feel you can hide in plain sight if you stay quiet enough. But I can taste it. Your fear. Your lust. In the air. In your blood.” He has a white knuckled grip on your wrist now, same with his microphone. You lower your guard, eyes going from startled to lustful. “Good thing right now there’s nothing more i want in this godforsaken pit than your lust, pet”

You want this. There’s no point in lying to yourself. You want Alastor to fuck you. You’ve fantasized about the Radio Demon taking you more times than you can count. More times than you would like to admit to yourself. This feels deeply wrong, but you crave it. 

Fuck it, you are in hell, there’s nothing to lose. Alastor is still watching you, impatiently. For the first time today you realize you actually forgot to say something. He’s waiting. Alastor is waiting for your permission. 

“Take my breath away, Alastor” 

Your permission might have been really loud, it felt like you were screaming the words. But you can’t be sure, it might have been a whisper. Either way he didn’t miss it, what happens next is fast, angry and delicious. 

Alastor pounces and licks the blood on your finger, something clicks inside him as he tastes the red liquid, because he lets go of his microphone instantly and his arms grab your waist aggressively, so forceful you wouldn’t be surprised if it breaks skin. You shouldn’t be so turned on by this, by the sight of a psychopathic demon drinking your blood. But you are, and there’s no going back. 

“Strip” he orders. You want to say to him that you can’t take your clothes off your person with him holding you like this. He must have realized the conundrum: if he wants you naked, he has to let go of you. To Alastor, letting go of you right now is simply unthinkable. So he doesn’t: you feel his claws cut the bodice of your dress open, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine. Another claw rips your skirt apart, and you are almost fully naked in the Radio Demon’s arms, pressing your body hard on his still impeccable dressed body.

It’s humiliating, it’s dangerous, it’s hot, it is delicious, to be at his complete mercy, just how you always wanted.

Somehow both of you made your way close to the enormous bed in the middle of the room. Alastor cornered you, so the only way you could escape was walking backwards towards the bed. The brilliant bastard. 

You feel your calves hitting the edge of the bed, and Alastor breaks away.

 Pity, your mind complains. Get him back to touching you again. right. now,.

“Now now, we should establish some rules for this, pet” Alastor’s hands might have stopped touching you, but his piercing eyes never did. He knocks you on top of the bed, you lay there sprawled open just for him. His hands move up to do a quick work of his bowtie

“Rule one: you will take what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less. What I give you is enough. You might feel like you can’t take anymore, but you can. You will take it, I will make you take it” He takes his tailcoat off, his frame towering over you, even with your body completely flat on the mattress and his in front of it. 

“ Rule two: every ounce of your pleasure is mine and mine only. Mine to give, mine to take. And you will give me everything. I want to hear every sound, to feel every touch, to know every nasty thought that runs inside that pretty little head of yours. You will not suppress anything, I wanna hear your moans when you make a mess of yourself as I take everything I desire from your delicious body. I will relish on your desperate screams of pleasure.Nothing outside these walls matter” He is climbing on the bed now. You hold the weight of his gaze, underneath your demonic lover’s eyes your skin burns.

“Rule three: don’t you dare cum without my permission, good girls earn their orgasms and you will be a good girl. Or else…” static starts to pick up around the room, you are seeing the blackest black that ever was, his shadows enveloping you both. Nothing outside these walls matter. “Understood?” Alastor says as he pins your hands on top of your head, against the fancy headboard. His hand cups one of your boobs and he is worrying your nipple between his sharp claws. finally finally, your mind sings. You feel a surge of magic binding your wrists in green chains, attached to the headboard. It’s overbearing, it’s ridiculous. His magic feels like him, another part of him for you to take.

He pinches your nipple particularly hard and you moan softly, pleasure and pain consuming any other sensation. You forgot to answer him, you realize. You’ve barely started and you are already being bad. “yes alastor, yes.. but please don’t stop” the soft whimper leaves your lips.

“lovely.” he replies, and with that his mouth is on your nipple, sucking it while he administers his wicked ministrations to your other one. His sharp teeth prickling on the edge of breaking skin, and you already feel like you won’t be able to take all of him. 

His hand trails down to aggressively grip your thighs, his tongue sucking the neglected nipple his fingers left. Your moans become frequent and messy, if he’s already making you go insane with the beginnings of foreplay... You might pass out and die when he starts fucking you, but you don’t care. Let him show you the true meaning of la petite mort.

“My my, what do we have here” his hand leaves your thigh to trace the wetness of your panties. A clawed finger rips it apart, the last barrier between you and total consumption by the Radio Demon. He takes the finger between your glistening lips, not entering, just teasing 

“I don’t think i will get enough of this pretty little body of ours anytime soon, pet” he says as his finger finally enters your sex, He moves his digit with an expertise you didn’t really know he had in him,  making you whimper his name, ooohs and aaaahs, your hips start threshing from the pleasure. If you continue at this pace, you will be  begging for permission to cum too soon. Pathetic. you think to yourself. Because you know how hard this building orgasm will be,you don’t know if he will grant you more than one orgasm. And will you murder you yourself if you don’t feel his cock inside you tonight. You take a deep breath in between your moans and will your hips to stay in place, your nerves to calm down. 

Alastor adds another finger, and it takes all of your willpower not to become a puddle of wetness right there. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood. 

“you do make a mess of yourself, don’t you? you just can’t help it” he says as he curls his digits inside you. Your hips start thrashing hard again, and you sink them deeper into the bed. The chains on your wrists shake with the effort to hold back. As if alastor wasn’t going to notice. “no no no what did I say?” he snaps angrily, he’s eyes flash red at you and he takes his fingers out with a wet “pop”, you feel like crying at the emptiness. “please please alastor, don’t stop” you plead. His hands leave you entirely, you are left with just his piercing gaze, the one that makes your skin burn. “did I say you could hold back? don’t pretend like you aren’t a common whore for me, that you love how pathetic it feels that you are creaming yourself and we haven’t even really started” 

his condescending tone just makes everything even more sublime. It’s so wrong how good being told you are nothing more than a common whore by the Radio Demon feels. But you never felt anything close to this. “please Alastor” you beg again, nothing but a small whisper

“I would love to taste this pussy, so red already for me, but since you broke one of the rules… i’m afraid I will make you understand that are nothing but my pretty cockslut the hard way” 

Punishment? His punishment sounds ever better than his praise right now. You moan at his voice. He laughs. 

His knees cage you, as he lifts his upper body from you and starts undoing his zipper. He is taking his cock out. Oh fuck, he’s gonna fuck you without anymore foreplay. And he’s not going to be gentle about it either. You shiver. 

Alastor pumps himself a few times, his cock is big, thick, and an angry red shade, flush red like that, because of you, just for you. He’s gonna make you pay: pay for holding back from him, pay for making him feel like an animal and almost losing his hard constructed control. 

The look on his face says it all, he’s gonna take it out on you and you can’t do nothing about it.

You don’t have much time to think about the repercussions, in one swift motion his tip is already inside you, stretching you deliciously. Your brain short circuits again, the feeling of his cock inside you is everything you imagine and more. Depraved, heavenly, delicious. You struggle in your binds again, you want desperately to touch him. To feel his skin beneath your finger, to scratch him, mark him. But oh well, he’s the Radio Demon, he’s the one in charge and you are his prey.

Alastor starts to slowly enter you, he’s trying his best to hold back. He knows if he does this too fast it will hurt in a way he doesn’t want you to feel. And by the look on his face going slow is as torturous for him as it is for you. tantalizing inch after tantalizing inch he spreads the walls of your cunt apart. You understand now why this is punishment, it hurts in a perfect way, it hurts even more that he is doing it slowly, and not just thrusting like you imagined  he would, if he had more time to work on you. 

You become a mess of moans and incoherent words. His cock is halfway inside you now “HoLY FUCK ALASTOR” you scream. It’s already too much. 

“There’s nothing holy about this my dear. I’m going to breed you. I’m going to break you” and with that he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Now you truly scream in pleasure and pain “you won’t be able to walk straight for days, you will feel me in every step, and you will thank me for it”. His thrusts pick up at breakneck speed, the bed shakes from the sheer force that Alastor is using to fuck you. Every snap of his hips you moan more and more. 

The sound you make when he takes everything out and enters you at once is so obscene that it would make Angel Dust blush. He’s growling now, his antlers growing bigger as he fucks you like his life dependend on it. As he fucks you like he hates you. 

Alastor pushes your hips higher, and suddenly he’s even deeper. His other hand holding your waist in a bruising grip. The strain on your pinned hands will bruise too. His lips graze the skin of your collarbone, he looks so feral you are scared he will maul, the thrill of not knowing adding to your fucked up sense of pleasure. 

He seems to pick up on your fear, and bites down on your collarbone, hauling as he tastes your blood and buries himself inside you again and again. Moans turned into screams, and the only thing coming out of your lips is his name, spoken like a profane prayer. You would give everything you have to Alastor, and he doesn’t even have to ask.

Your orgasm has been building for a while now, the coil on your belly becoming tighter and tighter, like a supernova about to be born. “Alastor, please please let me come” you beg. His unfocused eyes stare down at you, as he takes a moment from feasting on your sweet blood to address your desperate, sweet pleas.

“Don’t. You. Dare” he says, punctuating every word with a sharp thrust. As much as you want, you are not sure you will be able to hold any longer. “I beg you alastor, please let me cum, i will let you do anything you want. but i need it so badly, please please”

You sounded so desperate when you begged, so beautiful.

“Don’t strike deals you don’t know you can fulfill, pet” his voice is low, a warning. You ignore it. “I promise Alastor, anything”. Alastor laughs.

 his finger touches your clit as he finally allows your sweet relief “you may come now, sweet doe” and that’s it, you are off, you are dead. You see stars, you see the entire universe as you scream out and climax. Walls tightening around Alastor’s monster cock, eyes rowling, his name a scream on your lips. You ride out your wave slowly, but Alastor is not slowing down.

Instead he is picking up his pace, maneuvering your hips even higher, your chains are stretched to the limit. You can feel them start piercing your skin. Thrust after thrust the sensation becomes too much, you are too overstimulated to go through all of this again.

“i can’t take it, i can’t take it!”

Alastor doesn’t care. “I told you not to make deals if you can’t hold them, didn’t I?” You don’t answer, you can’t. you can’t to anything but let him fuck you as hard and as much as he want. “but you are such a little cockslut for me that you can’t help it. What a shame” 

He is gripping your hips so hard it breaks skin, tiny trails of blood on his claws. “you will take it. You better take it, or I will make you take it” static picks up as he threatens the last words. You know you are spent, you know how bad it hurts, you know how bad his words sound, but the lines between pleasure and pain are so blurred that you can’t think coherently. Even this  pain of being broken feels good. 

Still, tears fill your eyes and you start crying, from pleasure, from pain, you don’t know anymore. What Alastor is doing to you has no precedent. No one can do this like he does. He knows torture too well, and he is tortouring you in the most decadent, delicious ways possible. “alastor i want to, i want to so bad but i just can’t” the tears sting your eyes and stain your face. 

Alastor sees it. He slows down just a bit, his voice softening “oh my dear doe, but you can. Just this once more, just for me. One more” his voice is so maddening soft it acts like fuel to your tears. Your skin tingles and you feel giddy, somehow your throbbing hot, wet cunt seems to find the right amount of relief, and you can feel only pleasure again.

Alastor continues to fuck you, your moans returning to normal, you are being so loud now, making a mess of yourself, just like he said, and a big hand comes to cover your mouth. 

“Oh we can’t have you being this loud can we?” his voice goes to that delicious mocking tone. His thrusts are slower now, but as deep as they can go. “what would you friends say if they found out that you moan like a common whore for their feared radio demon.. hum,.?”

You start to feel the pit of your belly tightening again, and alastor doesn’t stop humiliating you. The degradation feels just the right amount of perfection. You are exactly what he says you are. A common whore when it comes to him. “weren’t you ashamed just a few moments ago? trying to hold back the sinful sounds you make when I touch you? I already gave you one orgasm. I’ve been way too generous for my liking. I should stop right now since you feel so conscious about this”  Alator’s breathing is becoming erratic, his thrusts sharp, hard, and out of the breakneck rhythm he was torturing you before.You start moaning even louder through his hand. “ungrateful little pet. You are just so greedy for one more orgasm, you don’t even care that everyone downstairs can hear you hm??”

You can’t think straight. you feel on the edge of glory, this orgasm threatening to be harder than your previous one, as if it is possible. “alastor i’m so sorry, i know i don’t deserve it” you muffle behind his hand, he hears you speaking and takes if off “but can you please let me cum? just this once? just for you. Please Al” his thrusts are truly erratic now. He’s close too, even though you are too wrapped up on your own sensations to notice 

“please” you beg, nothing more than a whisper. Already making peace with the fact that you are going to come without his permission and he will probably never fuck you again

“Good girl, you can come now”

instantly as you are granted his permissions your world explodes, blinding hot pleasure takes over your body, the waves of pleasure making your heart beat so fast you feel like it’s going to stop. The petit mort is coming, and her sweet embrace envelops you, specially now that you feel Alastor’s cock twitching and spilling his seed inside you. You scream his name. Maybe you hear him screaming yours too. You don’t know anymore, your nerves are singing from pleasure unheard of back  when you were alive. Pleasure so great it could only be found in hell. The most heavily, depraved way of torture. 

You come down from your high, still dizzy, your body going limp. You are not dead, but you are positively spent. You give in into the warm and fuzziness of sleep. 

The last thing you remember is the softness of a blanket, a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my dear, I knew you had one more on you,spending yourself this way just for me! What a truly precious thing, doe”

You might be dreaming now.

-

You weren’t dreaming. Alastor praises you, knowing his words will be the last thing you hear before a night of peaceful, deep dreamless slumber. He makes sure to put the softest velvet blanket he owns on your body, not to make the damage you gladly allowed your body to take for him an inconvenience. Tomorrow you will wake up to fancy letters of praise and sweet chocolate covered strawberries. And no one will know how Alastor found the perfect doe to breed as he pleases during the height of his mating season.

#hello guys im insane can you tell? #eu escrevi isso aqui na força do odio puro e genuino de quem ta sendo xingada no twitter tem dias #alastor #alstor smut #alastor x reader #alastor x reader smut #alastor fanfic #the radio demon #the radio demon x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin fic #autora também está no cio #serio aquela msuica sento no bico da glock rebolo e tiro o short e vem vamo fudeee o gabriel tirou o meu cabaço e me botou de quatro nao #sai da minha cabeça #aquariano nato também não #QUEBRA A CAMA DESSAS PUTAAAAAAAAA #baixaria

[megahertzmaroon]

Snow Angels // 9-2

Silly EXTREMELY abridged fanart for the killer fucking fic THE END OF ALL KNOWN LAND. Please be warned it is explicit and to please only read if you’re 18+ otherwise go wild it’s gorgeous and beautiful and-

#gabriel ultrakill #ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #gabv1el #OK. THING FIXED. DOOR STUCK #please go read the original fic if you’re over 18 pelase pelase pelapelwpalepe #megahertzart #also hello author of you see this i didn’t know if you’d be fine with fanart and i tried looking up your user and nothing was coming up 😔 #so pls reach out !!

[mipexch]

happy 420. defy logic

#there was this one fic i read regarding ultrakill headcanons and how chars would react to weed. i still love it its still my favorite #ignore that this would not be physically possible within the ultrakill universe. yes it would. this is ultrakill #v1 #gabriel #ultrakill #drug use

[limerence4u]

gabriel luna is so boyfriend coded <3

#gabriel luna #gabriel luna edit #tommy miller #tommy miller fluff #tommy miller fanfiction #tommy miller fic #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x reader #tommy miller tlou #hbo the last of us #the last of us #terminator #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #fubar #the last of us hbo #gabriel luna characters #tlou #tlou part 2 #tlou2 #tlou hbo #he’s so pretty #im down so bad for him #he's a cowboy babyyyy #save a horse etc etc

[via-l0ve]

Hey pookie, how are you! I was wondering if you could do a romantic spn pref for sam, dean, castiel, crowley, and gabe? The plot would be that they're on a hunt with the reader and they have to infiltrait a strip club. The reader is female so she poses as a striper (she wears a white angle outfit). At one she pulls she pulls one of the guys into a private room to talk about the plan, but they see a camera in the room so the reader gives the guy a lap dance while explaining the plan as to not get caught. There is alot of sexual tension, and the guys have a crush on the reader. At this point they're only friends though. Thanks girl!

Private. (SPN Pref!) ❤️

a/n: i devoured this prompt. i am in heat. i hope you like this pookie!!!

warnings: SUGGESTIVE!!! read at your own risk, strip club, stripper!reader, lap dances, grinding, no actual smut but nsfw xx

Dean:

dean didn’t imagine this being his wednesday night.

his eyes watched you on the stage, walking around and pretending to be busy. the dainty Angel costume you were wearing hugged you in all the right places - just enough for him to imagine more.

in his distraction, he dosent realize you’re trying to get his attention.

he was suddenly pulled into one of the back, private rooms. he looked over and met your pretty eyes. he smiled.

“dean, i got info.” you smiled, closing and locking the door behind you both.

he was going to respond but his eyes caught something else. a camera. it seemed like you noticed too because you sighed.

dena watched you pull the chair to where the camera faced.

“sit.” you said in a seductive voice.

it’s just for the bit.’ dean reminded himself. he shakily sat down.

you walked toward him, back facing the camera. his eyes widened and face blushed as you started to give him a lap dance.

he was stiff as a board, too nervous to move.

“at least pretend you like it. we have to sell it so we don’t get caught.” you whisper in his ear, pressing kisses to his jawline.

shivers went down his spine and he nodded, grabbing onto your hips.

he stared into your eyes as you spoke, only being able to focus on the feeling of your hips on his, moving and grinding against him. his jaw clenched and he bit his lip, rubbing your hips with his thumbs.

you spoke about the case but he could barley hear you.

eventually you stopped, smiling at him.

“pay up, lover.” you grinned playfully.

he tried to hide his boner, giving you a forced smile as you walked away. his breath heavy and cheeks beet red.

—

Sam:

sam was nose deep in one of his papers of his research he scraped together. his cheeks were red, trying not to look up at you.

not because he didn’t want to - no. he wanted to. more than anything. but if he did, he knew he wouldn’t be able to look away.

despite his efforts, when he felt a hand on his shoulder he had to look up. it was you.

the white angel outfit you were wearing caught his attention. it was tight and revealing, something he wasn’t used to seeing you in.

“come with me.” you lean down and whisper to him. he just nodded, following you.

he then found himself sitting on a chair in one of the back rooms.

“there’s cameras. i have to play my part sammy.” you said to him, and he nodded

“anything you want.”

he blushed again as you started to give him a lap dance. his eyes widened.

you spoke softly about the case, but he could only focus on your body and how it moved atop of his own.

he pretended he was listening, but he was struggling. only feeling the fogginess of his mind and the weight of your body on his lap.

it was over much too soon for his liking

you got off of him and smiled.

“maybe we do this more often.” you said with a smirk.

—

Castiel:

poor boy

remember when he first went to the strip club

that’s him but x10 when he sees you

he’d never seen you in such clothing. not that he was complaining at all. if anything, he was ecstatic about it.

when you met his eyes from across the room, he got up and walked toward you immediately. you didn’t even have to ask (😍)

he followed you into the back rooms.

“cas. i gotta give you a lap dance.”

“what?”

“i’ve gotta play my part. is this okay?”

“…yes?”

castiel didn’t know what a lap dance was.

so when you started to actually do it

wowowowowow

he was gobsmacked.

his hands rested on your waist and he let you do whatever you had to do.

he bit back moans as he was so sensitive

but he listened intently to what you had to say about the case. his hips moved slightly with your body and his face was bright red.

he focused on your words but his eyes drank in how you moved against him and how his hands squeezed your hips

he could feel his dick throbbing against his jeans but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it

you got off of him eventually and he stayed sitting.

“c’mon. we gotta go.” you grinned and walked out before him. he was left with shaking hands and a red face.

—

Crowley:

he watched all of the people at the club with wandering eyes, stopping when he saw you

your outfit fit you perfectly and hugged you in all the right places

crowleys eyes wandered down your body as you came closer to him.

“come.” you said softly, leading him to the private rooms. he smirked.

“now, i didn’t know you wanted this, y/n.”

you just smirk and sit him down in the chair.

you start the lap dance, bringing your mouth close to his ear and whispering the plan to him, grinding your hips against his.

his hands ran over your body and hips, feeling the curves of your body and the softness of your skin

he was grinning, listening to the plan while also enjoying the thrusts and movements of your body

he wanted you to continue for hours. days. forever

but when you got off of him, he had to refrain from pulling you back onto his lap.

—

Gabe:

his eyes were on you from the start

he watched you with a passion, drinking in your appearance and how your white costume looked on your body.

the body he’d dreamed about seeing for months

that’s why he follows you into the back room without question

that’s also why he has to bite back moans when you start grinding against his lap, dancing

he watches with wide eyes, trying to listen to your words but drowning them out as he squirmed against your body weight

he gripped your hips and waist just a little bit too hard

he nodded along to the plan he wasn’t following, just watching your hips and body against his own

he let a groan slip from his lips at one point

his hips moving in rut him with your own

literally driving him insane.

but he’s not complaining

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #crowley #crowley x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #sam winchester supernatural #castiel supernatural #dean winchester supernatural #gabriel x reader #gabriel spn #supernatural fic

[elorberryart]

is my beige flag forgetting i have more than one social media? anyways, HBD ALEX!!!!!! also, i’m on twitter now! same tag ❤️

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[moon-rivr]

Can do some something like the reader is Gabriel's (Miguels brother) ex and Miguel falls for the reader and reader also has feelings for Miguel but doesn't wanna break Gabriel's heart .

The rest is up to you

Hope you see this<3

be my mistake

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: fingering, mentions of exhibitionism, semi-public fingering, spanking, protected p in v, riding, and doggy (sry if i missed anything 🫣)

author’s note: sorry this took so long to get out but i hope you enjoy <3 (someone requested more riding so i hope you enjoy if you see this)

word count: 5.2K+

Flashing disco lights, the smell of alcohol and sweat looming through the air, and blaring music helped to distract the feelings of uncertainty you felt at being in the club once more. You knew that you were in your own head but you might as well should've had a sign that blared out the words 'inexperienced!' The only relationship that you'd had was with your ex-boyfriend, Gabriel, but you both collectively decided to end it five months ago.

You were out at the club mostly from the suggestions of your friends, telling you that you had the freedom to engage in the hookup culture now. While the idea of having meaningless sex wasn't appealing to you, you were also curious about what your friends were raving about. Your experience with sex wasn't exactly the best and it'd been one of the causes for the end of your relationship, but you figured you didn't have much to lose.

Your relationship with Gabriel didn't end on any bad terms and you two had even stayed friends after the whole thing. You two had been best friends prior to dating and while it felt nice to have someone you could confide in completely, there wasn't too much romantic chemistry between you two. The two of you had stayed together out of comfortability and out of not wanting to ruin the friendship between the two of you, but eventually pretending got the better of you.

You'd convinced yourself that something had to be wrong with you, that your body was just broken. No matter how much you willed yourself to wanting to express some kind of sexual attraction towards Gabriel, it just wouldn't happen. You didn't understand what your friends were talking about when they described their orgasms as an out of body experience, since your experiences mostly ended up having to finish yourself off in the bathroom. Gabriel tried to be understanding about the whole situation, but you could tell that with every faked orgasm you had, his ego kept depleting more and more.

You were swirling the brown liquid in your glass as you looked around, hoping to find someone that would catch your eye. While there were some moderately attractive people at the club, they didn't appear that enticing to try to make endless small talk before the subject of getting out of the club popped up. You eventually gave up on your search and turned back around, gulping down the shot of whiskey before paying your tab of the night off.

"Hey, how's it going?" You heard from behind you, a moderately decent looking brunette sitting down next to you. "It's been alright, how's it going with you?" You responded, hoping that your reply had supplied enough to keep a conversation active. "Well my day was pretty shitty, but it's going better now that i'm here with you," he spoke, gesturing the bartender to come over. After he finished ordering his drink, you were about to thank him for the comment as corny as it sounded but he continued talking.

You'd tried to keep up with everything he was telling you, something about Wall Street? The stock market? You'd eventually zoned out from the whole conversation, only offering a couple 'uh-huhs' to feign your interest in the subject. You caught someone looking at you through your peripheral, his presence demanding to be seen just by the sheer height and his eyes almost appearing to be a ruby shade under the lights.

"Do you want to head back over to my place? We can keep drinking there and talk more," The guy finally asked you after fifteen minutes of talking about how he was afraid of going bankrupt, your attention being brought back to him. You wanted to tell him that he was reeked of his family’s money and that he had nothing to worry about but you chose to remain polite. "I’m good, thanks though," you responded, watching him hastily walk away to find his next victim.

You figured that if he didn't care about engaging you in the conversation then he wouldn't care about your needs in bed. You looked over to where the man from earlier was standing, only to be met by a group of girls dancing that had taken his place. You downed the last bit of your shot, letting the blaring of the music consume and distract you from categorizing this night as a complete fail. But eventually, even that lost its appeal and you grabbed your counter from the bag to get going.

A woodsy, inviting scent clouded your senses before you felt a light tap on your shoulder, turning around to face the man that you'd ogled earlier. "Hi, I'm Miguel. I couldn't help but notice you from across the bar and I thought I had to at least introduce myself before you got going," he spoke up, sitting down next to you and called the bartender over. "What would you like to drink?" He turned to look at you as he asked, and you'd decided on getting a club soda after the last glass of whiskey had gotten you off balance a bit.

Conversation with him flew easier than you would've expected, and he was attentive to everything that you were telling him. He occasionally leaned forward every time you spoke, using the excuse that the music was too loud and his knee brushed up against your bare legs. You weren't naive, you knew that this would probably end up with a hookup and no actual connection, but you liked the way that he seemed to be fascinated with everything you were telling him, no matter how minute the detail.

You finished up with your club soda a couple minutes later and he'd paid for both your drinks, feeling a sense of boldness strike you as you looked at him. "Do you want to get out of here?" You leaned in, whispering in his ear and he let out a small chuckle, the sound making you shift a bit in your seat. "Not even gonna take a man out to dinner first? I'll admit, I’m hurt," he told you, catching you completely off guard and you rushed to defend yourself.

"Nah, don't worry about it. I'm joking," he interrupted your apology, standing up from his spot. You stood up and grabbed your bag before following after him. You took the opportunity to send your live location to one of your close friends before you settled into a nice pace next to him. A cold breeze had you shivering as you two walked to the hotel, but he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He held you closely enough just so you wouldn't be too cold, his body warmth wrapping around you like a blanket.

The hotel was moderately nice and the dulcet tunes of the lobby music helped to distract the rapid beating of your heart. You turned to look at him once the elevator doors closed, clasping your hands together. "I'm sorry if I was a little forward at the club, I've just never taken anyone home before," you spoke up and he turned to look at you. "Well, to be fair, we're not exactly home," he remarked, his eyes crinkling in silent amusement at his own joke.

"So can I ask why you haven't had a casual hookup before?" He asked once the two of you stepped into the hotel room, putting a 'do not disturb' sign up before shutting it. "Isn't that a little personal for this whole thing we're doing?" You responded, trying to deflect attention from the conversation at hand. His brows raised the tiniest bit before his expression settled back to its indifferent state. He was about to speak up once more but you interrupted him, your hands moving in tandem with your words.

"Since you're practically aching for me to tell you, I ended a relationship a little over just five months now. And I dunno, the previous sex encounters that I’ve had haven't really made me cum," you admitted, awaiting for some form of judgement from Miguel only to find none. "I've never had any of my partners complain. Just tell me if something I'm doing makes you uncomfortable, okay?" He responded, leading you towards the king sized bed in the middle of the room.

He started off slow, his lips on yours as he kissed you while his hands explored every inch of your body. He started off by massaging your breasts, gently rolling circles on the nipples before they snaked downward to your stomach. His left hand strayed to find its spot on your waist while his right hand slightly teased by going down to your thighs but not much further. You felt like kissing him was second nature the way that his lips felt against yours, the way he and the whiskey worked together to intoxicate you, but most importantly, you'd actually felt turned on being around someone else.

You had to admit that at the beginning of the encounter, you hadn't expected to get turned on this easily from simply getting touched. But the way Miguel handled your body with such expertise and such care made you feel electrified, his fingertips and soft caresses making you want more of what he could give. His fingertips stopped their movements and a small whimper crawled up your throat as you did something you didn't imagine doing ever.

"Please do something to me," you pleased as his fingers prodded close to your wet folds and he let out a small, dark chuckle that caused a shiver to run down your spine. He moved his head to the crook of your neck, biting on the skin like he needed to imprint himself on you while his finger slowly pushed in your awaiting pussy. His other hand reached up to your breast, sliding off the strap of the dress you had on as he circled your nipple.

Your back arched up from the bed as you felt the combined stimulation start to cloud your senses, and all you could think about were Miguel and his hands. How much you didn't want him to stop and that this is what you had been looking for. His finger curled upwards, hitting that spongy spot inside of you as it moved at a faster rhythm. "You look so pretty making a mess for me like this," he whispered, your pussy clenching up in response to his sultry tone.

Your orgasm approached you rather quickly after he started to play with your clit, feeling like you'd come to life for the first time after his fingers circled the nub. You gushed like a waterfall and you would've felt a sense of shame at ruining the hotel's sheets had you not felt so good in the moment. You felt a sense of newfound control and you did your best to flip Miguel over, failing miserably.

Luckily for you, he didn't seem to mind too much and he let out a small chuckle as he glanced over at your defeated form. "If you wanted to be on top, preciosa, you could've just said so," he told you, laying back down on the bed as his legs spread open. You slowly started removing his pants, your eyes widening as you saw the shape of his cock strain against the boxers he was wearing. You finished up taking off his boxers and sliding off your dress completely. "There's a condom in the back pocket, if you could get that for me."

You held the condom with shaky hands, turning around to look back at Miguel. You looked over at Miguel’s cock hitting his stomach, a million thoughts ran through your head at once. The prominent one being "How am I supposed to take this?" His cock was around a good 8 inches, neatly trimmed at the base with two veins on the sides, but it was the girth you were mostly worried about. You slowly moved on top of him, trying to prolong this as much as possible as you started to grind your hips against his cock.

"Are you okay?" he asked, taking note of your scrunched eyebrows and worried expression. "You're just.. big," you mumbled and had it not been for trying to get you comfortable, he would've laughed a bit. "We got all night. Take your time with it," he assured you, his hands on your hips as he looked up at you. You took the condom out of its wrapper, sliding it down his shaft and made sure that it was put on properly before you aligned the tip of his cock with your folds.

You slowly sunk down onto his cock, your walls clenching around his length almost like they were trying to engulf him to the best of their ability. You were certain you looked like a frog with your feet pressed down on the bed as you tried to find your balance, but if Miguel noticed it, he didn't say anything. You sunk down on his cock completely, letting yourself adjust to the length of his cock as he stuffed you to the brim. His cock filled you up in ways that no man before had, the tip of his cock hitting you deeply.

You started off a slow, even pace so the burning in your thighs wouldn't get too intense, pressing your hands on his chest for some semblance of balance. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when the tip of his cock brushed up against your cervix, the bulge of his cock evident in your tummy every time you moved. He moved one of his hands from your waist to your breast, flicking it between his fingers and gently tugging on it as the nub hardened between his ministrations.

You started moving faster, your back arched as you made your way from base to the top. The globes of your ass slapped against his thighs, filling up the room with the most obscene noises as the headboard of the hotel bed hit the wall every time you moved. You felt a cramp forming on your thighs every time you moved, but you refused to give up, especially after it had been your idea. You snaked one of your hands down to your clit, rubbing it quickly as you gushed around his cock, providing you with easy access in and out.

You started moving at a sloppy rhythm and Miguel let out a small 'tsk' before flipping the both of you over, having you rest on your hands and knees. Your back arched instinctively as he pushed his cock inside, his hand on your shoulder as he pushed inside. "Should've told me you were getting tired, yo estoy aquí for your pleasure. i'm here for you," he said with a small grunt, affirming his mixed words with a punishing thrust. You let out a small whimper as he continued to punish your pussy with his cock, your walls clenching around his length like they wanted to milk him dry. (i'm here)

He brought his hands to your hips, keeping a bruising grip on them as he slid in and out of your cunt. He only removed one of them to slap the globes of your ass, his handprint evident after he pulled his hand away. "Practically swallowing my cock whole. You were made for this cock, entendido?" He told you, and you couldn't help but nod even if his words hadn't completely processed in your fucked out brain. (understood?)

His hand went over to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles as he started to take you over the edge. Your grip on the bedsheets tightened, your knuckles turning white from how hard you held them as you buried your head into the pillow to muffle your moans. "That's my girl, come all over my cock," he spoke up, his tone less menacing than the one he used before but his thrusts remained deep and fast. The pleasure building up inside of you quickly snapped and you clenched around him, your release coating his cock once you unclenched.

Miguel’s pace started to grow sloppy as he felt your walls squeezing his cock in the most inviting way possible, like you needed to mark his cock inside you. He came into the condom a couple of thrusts later and took a couple seconds to regain his composure before taking his cock out of your cunt. He disregarded of the condom and laid down next to you, his mouth attaching itself to one of your nipples as he sucked on the hardened nub.

The two of you didn't manage to get much sleep that night as you christened every possible surface of the hotel room: the desk that had been provided, the bed, the shower, and the balcony when the sun was just starting to come up. You fell asleep at around 6 am and woke up a few hours later to an empty hotel room, the only evidence that someone had been here being the soreness between your legs.

You got up on shaky legs and looked over at the bedside table to see that Miguel had left you with some breakfast before he left. You spent a couple more hours in the hotel room before heading back home, getting a couple dirty stares from your neighbors as you did the walk of shame to your apartment.

You'd taken a warm shower to help relax your aching muscles and changed into a pair of sweats and a hoodie. You looked down at the closet floor, seeing the box of Gabriel’s stuff almost taunting you for what you'd done last night. Though you and Gabriel swore that you wouldn't let the events get in between the two of you, you still couldn't find enough courage to go return the stuff back to him. You let out a small groan and picked up the stuff, deciding to go finish up the job once and for all.

You knocked on the door of his home, shifting from foot to foot as you held the box of sweaters in your hands. They felt like deadweight as you carried them, like something you should've left off long ago. Your eyes widened when the door opened but it wasn't Gabriel at the door. Rather, it was the man that made you cum so many times last night that you were certain you lost some brain cells from the sheer pleasure. His brows furrowed as he looked at you, probably making up something in his brain about how you found his address.

"I'm not stalking you, I swear. I was just looking for Gabriel to drop some stuff up," you spoke quickly before he closed the door on you, holding up the box of belongings. "He's not home right now but I'll tell him you dropped by," Miguel spoke, taking the box from you and he relaxed a bit as he did. "Though,I think it'll be best for both of us if we pretend last night didn't exist at all. Given that he's my brother and he's your ex boyfriend," he spoke up once more and while you knew that you should've been indifferent to the matter, you couldn't help but feel dejected at how easily he brushed it off.

You nodded and quickly departed the house before you made a bigger fool out of yourself, already starting to reprimand your past self for your foolish decisions. The only leeway you did give yourself was that even though Gabriel spoke about his brother in a high regard, you never got to meet him since his schedule seemed to conflict. Though it was probably a scenario worthy of nightmare fuel, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at finally getting Gabriel’s stuff out of your closet.

A couple of weeks passed by and soon enough, it would be Thanksgiving next week. You filled up your time with Christmas shopping early so the holidays wouldn't get to you and as a way to distract from the fact that you wouldn't be going home because of the weather. While you weren't too big on having family dinners, you still did miss the company of having someone else at the dinner table with you.

Your phone rang as you walked home from the mall, Gabriel’s name flashing on the screen in almost a taunting manner. "Hey! I wasn't sure if you were gonna pick up, how's it going?" He greeted on the other line once you picked up, starting to make friendly conversation with you. "So your mom called me and told me you wouldn't be making it for the holidays. I figured that you could come and spend them with me and some other folks," he said after a while, completely catching you off guard.

"I don't really think that's the best idea, I don't want to intrude," you responded, trying to let him down easy so no suspicions would arise. "What do you have to lose? Just come, I’m sure your plans aren't that full," he replied, and after a couple more pleas from him, you complied. You hoped that Miguel wouldn't present at the dinner, that he would get caught up at work, but your hopes were diminishing quickly as you stepped into your apartment.

The day of the dinner, you'd chosen to wear a cream turtleneck with a burgundy skirt, pairing it up with some tights and your winter coat. You internally thanked yourself for choosing not to wear heels as you went up the stairs, heading towards Gabriel’s place with a bottle of wine in hand. You knocked on the door and let out a small smile as you saw him standing there. "Hola, it's been a while. How’s life treating you?" he greeted you, gesturing you to come in.

You spoke to Gabriel, sharing a bit of what you'd been up to since the break up as well as listening to what he had to share with you. It felt like the two of you had never drifted apart and the friendship between the two of you was still holding on tightly. You looked around the house, noticing some people you'd never seen before but Gabriel introduced them as Miguel’s friends, Jess and Peter B.

You waved at them and sat down on the couch, glancing over at whatever telenovela was on. Gabriel liked to swear that he just watched them to make fun of them, but you could've sworn you saw a tear drop fall during an episode of Teresa. He came into the living room to tell you all that dinner would be starting up in a couple minutes, that he was finishing up with the guacamole before his face broke out into a grin. "Pensé que te habías ido por el toilet," he greeted Miguel as he came out the bathroom while the older of the two let out a small grunt in response. (i thought you went down the toilet)

You were the last one to get to the dinner table and as luck would have it, the only seat available was between Miguel and Gabriel. You sat down in between them, silently begging to whatever entity there was above that this dinner wouldn't go too badly. A woman approached the table, leaning down to kiss Gabriel on the cheek as she pulled a chair over to sit next to him. "I forgot to mention, this is my new girlfriend, Kasey."

You didn't feel anything at seeing Gabriel cuddle up with a new woman, except a bit of happiness at seeing him find someone else. Soon after, Gabriel started up with a prayer in a combination of both english and spanish as a thanks for the dinner. You tried to ignore how nice Miguel’s hand felt wrapped around yours and avoided eye contact with him at all costs, not willing to face the humiliation of getting rejected for a second time. The prayer finished up a couple minutes later and you all started to eat in a comfortable silence.

You were in the middle of biting your piece of turkey when you felt a hand snake to your panties, gently probing at your clit. You glared at Miguel as he started to tease you underneath the table, but he feigned indifference to your reaction as he continued to talk with Peter about quantum physics. Your legs instinctively spread as you felt his finger slowly starting to move inside your cunt, filling you up in exactly the way you missed since your last encounter. You'd tried to have sex with two different men after what happened with Miguel, but neither one of them could make you see stars the way he did.

He continued pumping his finger into you like nothing had happened between the two of you and you weren't in the middle of a dinner. You covered up the small whimper climbing up your throat with a cough, causing Jessica to look over at you with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked, her brow furrowed. "I-I'm all good, thanks," you managed to blurt out, and you could see a smirk forming on Miguel’s face from your peripheral. He curled his finger in the way that you liked, his thumb toying with your clit as he rubbed small circles on the nub.

Your orgasm was starting to build up but just as soon as you were about to go over the edge, a spoon clattering distracted you from your thoughts. Miguel quickly removed his hand from your pussy and you straightened your skirt as Gabriel reached down to get his spoon. You engaged in some of the conversation, but a part of you felt some longing at having Miguel’s hands all over you once more.

The dinner ended about a half hour later and everybody had mostly settled on the couch to reminisce on old memories. You stepped into the bathroom, splashing your face with cold water in hopes that it would dim down the desire you felt towards Miguel. The door to the bathroom opened and you looked up at the mirror to see the man haunting your thoughts standing there.

"What are we doing here?" You whispered to him, creating some space between the two of you as you moved back. "What we're doing is having a nice family dinner. you could've just not shown up," he responded in a lazy drawl, coming closer to you as his hands rested on your hips. "I tried, but Gabriel insisted," you muttered, avoiding all eye contact with him as you stated at the toothbrushes on the holder like they were a piece of art. "Did you forget about how good I made you feel, chula?" He whispered in your ear, the smell of his cologne overwhelming your senses. "No, but we shouldn't be doing this."

The words died down in your throat as Miguel brought your face to his level, dipping his head down to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you returned the gesture, your eyes fluttering shut as your lips collided against him hungrily. "Miguel? Have you seen-?" The words lingered in the air as Gabriel opened the door to see miguel's backside. while Gabriel didn't see you directly, it didn't take a genius to figure out that you two had escaped the party together. Gabriel let out a small scoff and closed the door forcefully.

Before Miguel got the chance to speak up, you rushed out the bathroom after Gabriel. Your heart dropped as you realized that he might think of you as the new Dana, as just another person who chose Miguel over him. You tapped him on the shoulder once everybody had left, hoping to clear the air before he brushed you off once more. He gave you a glance and let out a reluctant sigh, giving you the opportunity to explain.

"I know what it looks like, but I promise I’m not pulling a Dana. We met at a bar a couple weeks ago and I didn't realize that he was your brother. I promise that I wasn't cheating on you during our relationship," you spoke, looking directly at Gabriel as you did so hopefully he would realize that you were being truthful. He muttered something along the lines, 'so you're that girl from the bar he can't shut up' before he looked at you. "I'm sorry I thought the worst of you, I just didn't know what to make of it when I walked in," gabriel responded and you impulsively hugged him tightly.

You hoped that you could provide him with some kind of comfort as you held him in your arms, pulling away a couple seconds later as you looked at him. You heard a small cough coming from behind you, noticing that Miguel was leaning against the wall awkwardly. "I’m guessing you two have some stuff to speak about so I'll leave you to it," you spoke up, going to get your coat to leave. "Stay. This involves you anyways," Miguel said, catching you for a loop but you set down your coat.

"I know that I've betrayed your trust, hermanito, but you've gotta trust me when I tell you that I didn't know she was your ex. All I know is that she was the most enticing person at the bar and I just needed to know her. I backed off and told her to forget it when she came to drop off your stuff," Miguel told Gabriel, shocking you a bit with his admission. You'd assumed that he just saw you as another hookup, as something he could dispose easily. (little brother)

"While having my ex and my brother have feelings for each other wasn't something I was expecting, I'm not gonna stand in the middle of it. You both are free to do whatever you want to do and I promise I won't throw a tantrum," Gabriel told the both of you, leaving the room to go join his girlfriend in the bedroom. The silence between you and Miguel was deafening, and you avoided looking at him until he grabbed your chin. "We've got a bunch of flan left over so have a piece with me and talk about what you're feeling."

The two of you sat down on the couch as the sounds of the telenovela played in the background, a plate with a slice of flan in your hands. You took a bite, hoping to delay the impending conversation before you finally decided to bite the bullet. "What does this mean for us?" You asked, looking over at him as you took another bite out of the caramel pastry. "It means that I want to get to know you better. I meant what I said about what went down between us," he responded, taking a bite out of his own piece.

"What if all we have is just sexual chemistry? What if you get to know me and you don't like what you find?" You inquired, finishing up with your flan in two more bites as you waited for his response. "Give me the opportunity to get to know you. I can't promise you anything, but I do promise that I won't lead you on, understood?" he replied, looking at you with a serious expression on his face. You knew you were taking a blind leap of faith here with all the stakes present, but you nodded, willing to give yourself and Miguel that opportunity.

#moon-rivr #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara drabble #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 smut #atsv miguel #miguel atsv #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara across the spider verse #miguel o’hara spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman smut #smut #miguel smut #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #miguel spiderman #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #spiderman atsv #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel fic #gabriel o'hara

[ulgapodatkowa]

I wish all the Beelzebub/Gabriel shippers and enjoyers a year of good fortune and I ask them for prayers and manifestations for those beneath them

#good omens #i need my fix it fic for azi and crow i am mentally unstable #good omens spoilers #good omens s2 spoilers #good omens season 2 #beelzebub/gabriel #ineffable bureaucracy

[nobodyfamousposts]

The Hero of Paris

...so when Gabriel was in the bathroom on that train when he transformed and tried to akumatize someone...

...you think anyone could have just...I dunno, recorded it?

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Michael Donahue was the hero of Paris.

In truth, he was an American tourist. And about as American as one could get.

And AS a young American in a foreign country, he did what most Americans do: abuse his phone's camera function for anything and everything he thought was interesting and likely to get him likes on social media.

He recorded a man feeding pigeons before being run off by a police officer.

He recorded some curator at a museum telling a wild fanfic idea at the Louvre.

He recorded a bunch of people chasing after a blond haired kid and screaming at the sight of him. Which...okay, weird?

Well, he'd known Paris would be weird. But he didn't think it'd be THIS weird.

But then THAT day happened. And what he thought was perhaps the silliest…even the downright dumbest thing ended up being what made him go viral in the last way he ever expected.

Some would consider it uncouth. Most would have just politely ignored it.

But Micheal was a young American with a need to record everything.

And he was already in his seat in a train waiting for it to depart for his next travel destination...only to be delayed due to some reason that he, not being French-speaking, didn't understand.

Ultimately, that made this the perfect combination of bored and impulsive in JUST the right way to achieve a miracle.

So when he heard what sounded like shouting and insane laughter coming from the bathroom on the train, Michael—in true American fashion, decided to record it.

"Dude, some guy has taken over one of the restrooms and is yelling like crazy!"

…and for the sheer hell of it, he started livestreaming.

And his chat started to come alive.

What's going on?

"The train's held up. My French isn't that good. An 'akuma' or something?"

What's an akuma?

He looked over his shoulder.

"I dunno. But that guy in the restroom has been shouting about it a lot."

On the other side of the door, the faint sound of yelling could be heard. Most of it garbled that Michael couldn't quite make out except for a few words.

"—akuma—"

"—Ladeebuug!"

What's he shouting?

"Something about Ladybugs and noir? Is he shooting a movie or complaining of a lack of pest control? Lol."

Out of all his vids and livestreams, he hadn't expected the one about some random making a scene in a bathroom to be the one that got attention, but more people were joining the chat and he saw his numbers rise more than they ever had.

"Wow. Okay. Didn't expect to get this level of response."

He made sure to keep the camera on the bathroom door the noises were coming from rather than himself. It was what the people wanted to see apparently and it allowed better audio quality.

What was perhaps the most interesting was that he started getting comments in French.

In all caps.

With many exclamation points.

Is this real!?

HAWK MOTH!

IT'S HAWK MOTH!

WHERE IS HE?!

"Hawk Moth? What?"

Then a particularly insistent commenter named LadyWifi joined and started to spam the chat.

Où est-ce?

Où est-ce?!!

OÙ EST-CE!!!

"Wait hold on. What?"

Où

où!

WHERE?!

WHERE IS IT

OÙ

wherewherewerewhere?!!!!!!!!11!!1

He balked at the repeated demands. Given the chat seemed to be repeatedly questioning where in English, he could only presume that's what they were asking in French, too. But he had no idea why and no explanation was forthcoming! Any attempts anyone made to tell him what was going on quickly got lost in the flood of comments demanding a location.

Before he could comment further though, his thoughts were interrupted by a cry of outrage from the restroom, loud enough to ring his ears.

Silence.

Then…

"Nooroo, detransform moi."

There was a strange sound from inside. Muffled, but distinct enough. Like how sparkles should sound? Something from one of those magical girl shows his little sister watches.

A click signaled the door unlocking.

"I think he's about to come out!"

The chat was going wild. Everyone commenting. Making random names? Maybe trying to guess who the person on the other side of the door was?

Then some blond guy in glasses and a really unfashionable suit came out of the restroom.

…and his livestream promptly exploded.

#ml fic #gabriel is an idiot #ml oc #ml crack #ml funny

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Omen 15

Summary: Takes place in 13x22. You refused to let your brothers, Cas, and Gabriel go into the alternate universe without you. Little did you know what hell was about to hit….

Words: 1,465

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

(A/n: Chapter 14 is listed at Chapter 15. This was made in error when the chapter was published) 

Chapter 14

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“Why do you want to help us? I mean, you did give my boyfriend to Evil Colonel Sanders. Why are you so desperate to get involved in the fight?”

Loki shrugged, giving you an innocent smile.

“Maybe the fact that I like to live? Even I know that if that other Michael isn’t stopped shit is going to get worse for all of us. Yes, that means you too, princess.”

You scowled at Loki. As much as you wanted to deck the creep in the face, you decided not to.

“Do me a solid, Loki. Never call me any pet names if you want to live. I can bet you money that Gabriel will not be the least bit happy to see you. If you could not antagonize him, that would be most appreciated.”

Loki scoffed.

“Why am I worried about one archangel?”

You held up the hand that held your engagement ring. Loki’s eyes widened seeing the canary diamond ring.

“Maybe the fact that Gabriel is extremely protective of me…and I think you know what I mean. He also has all of his strength back so he can smite you with a grin on his face. There is also the fact that I have our universe Michael on my side too. He has some strange appreciation of me now. Two archangels against one demigod don’t seem like a fair fight. You can take your pick.”

Loki blinked a few times.

“So, did you say that your name is Y/n?”

You nodded, it was your turn to smirk. The snarky little smile was wiped right off of Loki’s face and you loved it.

“Yes, that is my name. If I wanted to be a total ass, I could make you call me ma’am but I’m not that cruel.”

Loki looked as if he was suddenly regretting his life choices. If he split, you wouldn’t have been entirely shocked. He was quiet a moment before sighing.

“Y/n it is.”

You nodded before motioning back toward the hotel where Michael was waiting.

“Alright. Now that we both understand each other.”

You turned and started in the direction of your hotel. Loki waited a moment before chasing after you. You knew that he was behind you whining about not wanting to deal with archangels. Something told you that both Gabriel and Michael really wouldn’t want to deal with him either…so the feeling was mutual.

Time will have to tell on that one.

You thought as the two of you stepped into the room. Michael still sat on the bed fact-checking his bible documentary. He didn’t look up when you stepped in. You shook your head before turning to Loki who was giving Michael a frown. It was obvious that the demigod was questioning if this was really one of heaven’s most terrifying weapons.

“This is Michael…every house should have one.”

You murmured before going to the TV and turning it off. Michael jumped up, looking totally offended. He still had no idea that you had even been out of the room.

“I was watching that, human!”

You rolled your eyes.

“My name is Y/n, While you have been a fact checker, I found us another helper. Michael this is Loki.”

Michael turned around and looked at Loki as if he were surveying a bug. He knew exactly who this being was and Michael wanted to rip Loki limb from limb.

“So this is the…thing that sold my brother to a prince of hell?”

“Yeah, that would be him.”

You replied, reluctantly. Michael narrowed his eyes and for a moment, you wondered if Loki was going to explode. Nervously, you put a hand on Michael’s arm.

“Michael, can I talk to you over here?”

Michael didn’t take his sneering face off Loki as he followed you to the other side of the room. You reached out and turned Michael to look at you.

“Look, Michael, I don’t like this any more than you do but if we are going to go up against alternate you…we need all of the help that we can get. I don’t like Loki in the slightest. Honestly, I want to stab the man but he’s another body in our fight.”

Loki, meanwhile, raised an eyebrow.

“I feel so welcome.”

You chose to ignore his snide comment and kept your gaze locked on the archangel in front of you. Michael finally relented.

“Very well. I trust your judgment…even though you are wearing black boots.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“What is wrong with my boots?”

Michael pointed to your feet.

“You aren’t supposed to wear black before the American Labor Day holiday.”

Michael smirked when you rolled your eyes at him.

“Michael, no one listens to that, and forget my boots. I’m going to call Sam to let him know where we are. I’m going to need to butter Gabriel up really well. He is going to freak out when he sees this joker.”

Michael made a “hmm” sound before going to sit down on the bed as you took out your phone and texted Sam your address.

(meanwhile)

Sam was pacing around the living room. He was a nervous wreck! The day had been going from bad to worse. Not only was he mentally dealing with Dean saying yes to Michael but now he was worried about you. From your safety to Gabriel potentially ending the relationship and Sam being the one that would have to deal with the fallout…he was mentally done.

“I’m not going to break up with her.”

Gabriel grumbled from his place on the couch. Sam stopped walking.

“I sure as hell hope not. Y/n doesn’t need your crap, Gabriel. You asked her to marry you and you can’t run now.”

Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the ground in front of him. He wasn’t going to run. Gabriel couldn’t even justify why he even opened his mouth about potentially leaving you. It never would have happened. If he had, Gabriel would be back begging you for forgiveness within days. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to stay away.

You really were like “Angel Kryptonite.” Gabriel would never be able to tell you no or stay away even if he wanted to. You were the one weakness that he had. All it took was one little look from you and Gabriel was a mess.

Sam freezing and pulling his phone out made Gabriel look up.

“I found her!”

Gabriel and Cas both jumped up as well.

“Where?”

Gabriel asked. Sam held out his phone. He didn’t have the will to consider fighting Gabriel on getting to you. Sam knew that Gabriel would just punch him aside in order to get to you.

“Good enough. Hang on.”

Meanwhile,

You stood looking between Michael and Loki. Neither had said a word since coming to a joint agreement to “put up” with each other in order to achieve the greater good. Shaking your head, you silently wished that you were able to get your bottle of booze. It was going to take a lot of alcohol to deal with these two.

“Minibar!”

You said with a smile. At the moment, you didn’t care to pay a few dollars for a can of soda. Glancing over your shoulder, you met Michael’s gaze.

“I’m going to get some ice.”

Michael nodded curtly.

“I’ll keep an eye on him.”

You shook your head for the millionth time that night and stepped out of the room. As soon as the door was closed a pair of arms went around your waist and you were slammed into a hard body. Coughing, you looked up to see Gabriel wrapped around you.

“Gabriel!”

You barely squeaked his name out before he started kissing you. He was clearly as thrilled to see you as you were him. After not leaving each other on good terms, knowing the other was alive and well meant everything. Neither of you cared that Cas and Sam were watching awkwardly.

Neither Gabriel nor yourself was in the mood to let the other go. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders while Gabriel wrapped one arm around your waist to keep your body against his. Twirling your fingers in Gabriel’s curls, you sighed against his mouth.

Gabriel was the first to break the kiss. He looked down at you with a clearly happy smile.

“Sugar, what were you thinking? I have been so worried.”

You quickly kissed him again, hoping to avoid any arguments that Gabriel could make.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t risk losing Dean to Michael. None of this was to hurt you.”

You suddenly remembered that Loki was sitting on the opposite side of the wall. Wincing, you couldn’t help but wonder if this hotel had decent insurance. Something told you that they were going to need it.

“Gabriel, before we go in there, I want to warn you that we have someone on our side that you aren’t going to like. I need you to trust me, okay.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow as you opened the door.

“Sugar, nothing could bother me now that I am with you…oh my dad is that Loki?”

You sighed and quickly followed Gabriel in. Loki stood up with a smirk on his face.

“Gabriel, I’ve met your little princess. She’s cute.”

You gave Loki a “go to hell” look as Gabriel’s eyes started to glow bright gold. Shoving yourself between the two, you threw your arms around Gabriel’s shoulders hoping to break his concentration.

“Gabriel, stop. Please. There are a lot of innocent people in this hotel that doesn’t deserve to die. Please, I’m with you. I love you.”

Gabriel’s eyes calmed as he wrapped an arm around you possessively. He gave Loki a look that clearly said, “Try me, bitch.”

“What nothing to say?”

Loki questioned. Gabriel turned suddenly and threw Loki into the wall with a flick of his wrist. Michael was on his feet and ready to attack without even being asked. You stood blinking a few times as Sam and Cas moved out of the way. Neither clearly wanted to tangle with either angel.

You reached out for Gabriel again but he wiggled away and was going after Loki.

“SHUT IT!”

You snapped. Michael, Loki, and Gabriel all froze and turned to look at you.

“Stop fighting. If we are going to be fighting then we will never be able to take down Michael.”

“You all should listen to Gabriel’s little Ms. Pretty.”

Everyone turned around to see Lucifer sitting at the table with a shit-eating grin on his face. Your mouth dropped as Sam scowled. This was the last thing that you expected.

“Lucifer.”

Michael said calmly. Lucifer grinned.

“It's so good to see you all. I’m glad I got your message, Mikey. It warms my heart to see everyone that I hate in the same room.”

Gabriel moved back to his place beside you. He protectively wrapped his arms around your waist holding you again close to him. Lucifer stood up.

“You two are breaking my heart. Is that a diamond on a certain little finger, Y/n? What have you done to my brother?”

You scowled at Lucifer. Deep down you wouldn’t be too upset if he exploded. Your hatred of Loki and Lucifer rivaled each other. One moment you hated one and the next you hated the other.

“Don’t talk to her.”

Gabriel snapped. Lucifer raised an eyebrow. He considered making a “must be some good pussy” comment but decided not to. Something on his younger brother’s face told him that Gabriel wasn’t up to play.

You, meanwhile, looked around the beyond tense atmosphere of the room. You stepped away from Gabriel and looked at all of the faces in the room. Michael was still scowling at Loki. Gabriel was glaring at Loki then turning to glare at Lucifer. Lucifer, meanwhile, was grinning like a damned fool.

“It's safe to say that no one likes being in this room but it's for good reason. If we don’t do something about the other Michael…we may not be here much longer. He also has my brother and I can not accept that. If the lot of you can’t get along for Dean’s sake then do it to save your own skin. In the mean time, we have to find some way to get along. Let's get through this next little bit then we can all get back to killing each other.”

You watched with a satisfied sigh as everyone appeared to nod reluctantly. Michael put Loki down while Lucifer moved to sit down in front of the TV. Gabriel came back to you, looking apologetic.

“Sorry, sugar plum.”

You reached out to cup his cheek.

“Want to come outside with me?”

You asked. Gabriel was totally relived to have any excuse to get out of the room and have some alone time with you.

“Gladly, those pretty lips need some attention…”

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[quicksilversg1rl]

no I literally need him inside my veins

I want him inside my skin

I need him so bad this isn’t funny anymore

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[sparkbeast20]

After the creation of Paradise Lost

Back in heaven

Michael: ...

Lucifer's Voice: I am fallen...

Michael: *Breaths in*

Lucifer's Voice: I was born as the son of mornings yet set into the afterlife

Michael: *Breaths out*

Lucifer's Voice: I have failed heaven with my arrogance, and will repent in Hell.

Michael: *Breaths in* ha *Breaths out*

Lucifer's Voice: I love you, My brother. Which is why-

Michael: *His breathing start to get be rapid*

Lucifer's Voice: I will give you one last chance....

Michael: *Start to hyperventilate, as his eye start to frantically shake and be unfocused*

Lucifer's Voice: Return

Michael: *Can't breath anymore, so he slop onto the nearest wall and grab his face as he hyperventilate*

Lesser angel: *Walks by* Oh-

Michael: *Immediately stop as soon he hears the lesser angel*

Lesser angel: Seraph Michael-

Slice!!!

Michael: *Cuts the angel's head off within seconds* Shut up... Shut up!!!

Michael: EVERYONE SHUT UP!!!

All the angels in the surrounding area froze in place and slowly backs away.

All from two...

Gabriel and Raphael: ...

Michael: *Both eyes are tearing up*

Gabriel: *Takes a step closer* Michael...

Michael: *Looks up at him, with his eyes dead*

Gabriel: I think you need to rest- Gah!!

Michael: *Grabs Gabriel by the throat*

Michael: Are you going to abandons heaven too? Brother!

Gabriel: *Struggling to breath as he try to pry open Michael's hands off his throat*

Michael: *Turns to Raphael*

Michael: What about you, Hah? Are you going to abandon Heaven? ME!

Raphael: ...

Michael: WELL!!!!

Raphael: *Monotone voice* You're killing Gabriel.

Michael: *Looks back at Gabriel, seeing his brother's face starting to turn blue*

Michael: *Close his eyes, before letting go and storming off*

Gabriel: *Gasping as he grab his neck*

Raphael: *Watched Michael before looking at Gabriel*

Raphael: ... "We will never be the same again"

#what in “hell” is bad? #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad? #what in hell is bad #whb #whb michael #whb gabriel #whb raphael #whb angst #whb dribble fic

[tommysversion]

Request Status: Open (Selective)

Pedro Pascal Characters I Write: Din Djarin , Joel Miller, Javier Peña, Oberyn Martell, Javi Gutierrez, Ezra (Prospect), Frankie Morales, Comandante Veracruz, Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels.

Gabriel Luna Characters I Write: Tommy Miller, Boro Polonia.

Be My Future - Din x Reader (Breeding Kink)

Possessive!Din

Touch Starved Din

Teaching Din To Eat You Out

Take It - Dom! Din x Reader (Breeding Kink)

Over Eager, Inexperienced Din

Din Spanks You With His Belt

Din When You're Pregnant

What's In A Name? - Din Djarin x Named OC (SFW)

Din As A Girl Dad (SFW)

Domestic!Din x Teacher!Reader (SFW)

"I'm Not Wearing Underwear" - Prompt

Headcanons

Jealousy, Jealousy - Jealous!Reader x Joel / Jealous!Reader x Tommy (Most Popular Fic!)

Jealousy, Jealousy (Part Two) - Jealous!Reader x Joel

Joel's Kinks

That's My Girl - Jealous, Possessive Joel x Reader

Differences Between Game!Joel & Show!Joel

Playing Rough - Joel x Reader (ft spanking & the knife handle).

Mine - Possessive!Reader x Joel

DBF! Joel Catching You Staring At His Arms

'Accidentally' Getting Joel A Shirt That's Too Small

DBF! Joel Has Enough Of Your Teasing

DBF! Joel With A Bratty Reader

Joel Sees Your Scars (SFW)

Seducing Joel

Joel Wants You In Sub Space

Oblivion - Joel x Reader (Established Consent / DubCon CW)

Breathe Through It - Joel x Anxious!Reader (SFW)

Pre Game - DBF!Joel x Confident!Reader

Plus Size Reader Is Reassured By Joel (SFW)

“We Have To Make This Quick” - Prompt

Joel When You’re Sick (Headcanons)

Heat - Ezra x F!Reader

Taste - Ezra x F!Reader, short continuation of Heat

Ache - Ezra x AFAB Reader (Sex Pollen Fic)

Jealousy, Jealousy (Alt Version)

Bedside Manner (TLOU2 Spoilers!)

Taboo

Part One (SFW)

Part Two (SFW)

Tennessee Nights (Part One)

Tennessee Nights (Part Two)

Fall In Love In A Single Touch - modern!Oberyn (fluff & hurt/comfort)

A Breath Of Fresh Air - (Dubcon Smut)

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[ophii]

redrew this :3

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[lokischickadee]

Them: are you a sam girl or a dean girl?

Me: neither

Them: oh so you are a castiel girl?

Me: close....

Them: who's girl are you then?

Me: I am Gabriel's girl!

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