#gabriel drabble

[perplexedflower]

SPN Drabbles - 2/14: Kitchen Make Up

Fandom: Supernatural.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Gabriel x Female Reader.

Type: Drabble.

Words: 550.

Chronology: Any season.

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"You're still here... and you're making pancakes?"

I stared dumbfounded at Gabriel, standing in the middle of my kitchen, a frying pan in hand. Hearing the sound of my voice, he turned around and beamed a smile.

"Oh, good morning sunshine." He said joyfully.

"Don't smile at me like that, Gabe. I thought I had made it clear when I told you I wanted you out of this house last night."

"And I thought I had made it clear when I told you I wouldn't leave until this entire thing would be sorted out."

"There's nothing to sort out." I told him with a sigh.

"Oh, sure there is." He replied without looking at me, too busy flipping a pancake in his pan. "You told me you wanted to risk your life going on a hunt that could kill you and the Winchesters, I tried to talk you out of it, and you kicked me out because of it."

"Because I don't want you to talk me out of it. I want you to support me in my decision, and tell me it'll go as planned and that everything will be fine. Because I love hunting, and-"

"And I love you." He cut me off with slight bitterness in his voice. "I love you, [Y/N]. That's why I don't want you to go, that's why I'm being so overprotective with you. Not because I want you to stop doing what you love doing."

I was taken aback by his words and their straightforwardness, leaving me silent. Gabriel took a few steps toward me, walking away from the stove.

"And you can't deny you love me back, you've made this fact very clear, sweetheart. And... I'm sure I'm not the only one of us not wanting such a pointless quarrel to damage our relationship."

I looked up into his eyes, so warm and tender, and read the sincerity of his words in them. I knew he was right and had a point, but I hated to admit it. I looked over his shoulder before crossing my arms on my chest.

"Well, if what you want is make up for last night, you won't buy me back with pancakes."

"Who even said they were for you?" He asked sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes as I watched him make his way back to the stove, and add one more pancake to a pile stacked on a plate, on the counter.

"Like you're gonna eat this many." I scoffed.

"You wanna bet?" He asked playfully as he raised an eyebrow.

Looking at the counter, I realized he had made quite the mess, and that my kitchen was in a pitiful state.

"Why did you go through all this trouble anyway? You could've just snapped all these pancakes into existence."

"Because I wanted to make them, not create them." Gabriel said lovingly, a hint of passion in his tone. "I wanted to bake them myself, for you. They wouldn't have been the same if I had just materialized them."

Listening to him, I felt ashamed: I had put myself before his feelings, but he was still so caring toward me.

"Gabe..."

I slowly walked up behind him and gently circled his waist as I rested my head on his back.

"... Let's talk over some pancakes, honey."

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[yandereworlds]

It's been a hot minute since I've drawn yandere gabriel from my last post, but I had to draw this menace again

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[sophiethewitch1]

A Dramatic Irony

A/n: Trying to combat writer's block so I decided to do this little drabble. Spoilers for the WHB prologue, and also includes my theory that MC will turn out to be God in some form or capacity. Because why the hell else would the angels turn over to our side?

GAME IS 18+ THIS DRABBLE ISN'T, BUT EVEN THE PROLOGUE HAS ADULT CONTENT! MINORS PLEASE BE SENSIBLE!!!

“So, it was you? This whole time?” His lips graze against your throat. He’s warm, of course he is. All that holy light spilling out? He’s so warm it’s almost uncomfortable.

Everything about this is uncomfortable, really. But of course, like always, you’re at the centre of it. Of every situation, from the depths of hell to the cloudy tops of heaven.

“I’m not Him,” you grit out, your body shivering. You don’t dare move. Not with Gabriel, the man who had sworn to kill you, who had chased you over hell with armies of feathered fiends, with his teeth at your jugular.

It doesn’t matter the way he shakes just the same as you. It doesn’t matter that his fingers skim delicately - reverently - across your stomach. It doesn’t matter that those eyes that before looked at you with absolutely nothing inside, now seemed to overflow. With love, obsession.

You know, before all this, you’d been an atheist. Before an unholy angel had crawled out of your computer and a righteous demon had saved you and your best friend’s life, you had thought God couldn’t exist. That the world couldn’t be so cruel if someone like Him truly did exist. That your childhood wouldn’t be mired in tragedy, that you wouldn’t struggle to get out of bed every day. That you wouldn’t have to blink away flashes of the scent of copper and soap.

And of course, then you’d made a deal with the devil. You’d gone to hell. You’d broken countless contracts, and warred against heaven. You’d had to fight for every second of your life, and you’d done it bitterly, angrily.

Angry at this God that had disappeared, and angry at His stupid mistake of making every angel madly in love with him. Angry at how He never thought of the consequences of his actions, of how He never imagined a world He wouldn’t exist in. How just by your birth, you’d been destined to suffer. How your parents would have died no matter what, how you would always have had to walk this thorny path.

How He never seemed to consider what could happen when you created one of the strongest beings in the universe and forgot to give them a fucking moral compass.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he murmurs, ignoring your words. His too-warm body crowding in too close to yours, as your fists curl against his chest, desperately trying to push him away. It’s no use because no matter what’s in your blood, you aren’t strong enough - what is Solomon’s, and what is His.

Because, apparently, those stupid mistakes you’d cursed God for, were yours.

“I’m not Him,” you repeat, hands moving to claw at his throat. He doesn’t react beyond a small sigh of pleasure, curling into your touch like a cat in the sun. “I’m not Him. I don’t have His memories. I’m not Him.”

“I told you, didn’t I? I didn’t have any negative feelings towards you. I’m sorry, I’ll fix it. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Please, just let me stay by your side?”

It’s such a strange dichotomy. The angel who sees this as a beautiful, miraculous reunion. And you, who sees this a tragedy. One you could never escape. The angel from before, swinging his scythe at your throat, and the one who now presses plush lips against that same skin. It’s too ironic, isn’t it? It just can’t be true. It just doesn’t make any sense.

“I don’t want you by my side,” you sob, but he just shushes you, pressing kisses against your head and across your face. He licks up your tears, groaning at the taste.

It’s too cruel. You have to wonder if the old you, the one you can’t remember, ran from this.

His hands tighten around your waist. It doesn’t really matter what happened before, because you know you won’t be able to run this time.

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb gabriel #what in hell is bad gabriel #whb x reader #yandere x reader #yandere drabble #whb gabriel x reader

[supernaturalfreewill]

You and Gabriel were both staring down at the three smoking vessels of the demons he'd just vanquished by barely twitching a finger. Your eyebrows lifted.

"Wow. That was..."

"Impressive? Intimidating? Sexy?" he asked hopefully.

You laughed and crossed your arms, giving him an appraising look. "Let's not go that far," you said.

He wilted slightly and his golden eyes flickered over your face. "You're a tough nut to crack. I'm starting to think nothing will impress you. Perhaps you've been hanging out with the Winchesters too long..." he mused.

"Plenty of things impress me still. Just—maybe not what you'd think."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... this life... I've seen a lot of power, wielded for both good and evil. It's not something I find particularly awe-inspiring at this point."

"Then what—?"

"Kindness in the face of cruelty. Gentleness. Selfless actions. That sort of thing."

He was looking at you with a soft expression on his face and a sparkling light in his eyes that was almost staggering. "That—that is... wow. That was a very good answer. And something I definitely am taking to heart."

You smiled at him. "I don't think you'll have to try too hard to impress me, Gabe..." you said fondly.

"Did—did you just call me Gabe?" That was a first. It was so familiar, almost a term of endearment...

All you did was smile at him again, and he felt a glow of warmth in the center of his chest that he'd never felt before. That, too, was a first. And he hoped there would be many more. Prompt: "That was..." / "Impressive? Intimidating?" / "Let's not go that far." Happy Supporting Character Saturday!

#gabriel x reader #gabriel drabbles #supernatural #gabriel imagines #spn imagines

[twdxtrevor]

Gabriel: I have no weapons of any kind, the word of God is the only protection I need

Y/N: *turns to daryl* does that mean we can stop using condoms?

Daryl: WHAT-

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[lovelybunn]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 .ㅤㅤ- feat. alt! gabriel .

warning(s): none.

author's note: idc that he's actually satan, he's my pretty boy and that's all that matters.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ∬ ﹒ 🕯🌫 . ꙳ 🎻 ﹒ ༒ㅤ࿐

"𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 you doing?" he glared at you inquisitively. you just smiled and continued running your fingers through his soft, silky blonde curls. gabriel was still getting used to the idea of human "kinship", or as you like to call it, "friendly bonding". no matter how many times he's threatened you, knowing that he didn't like the idea of someone physically touching him, you always persisted. this time was no different.

today you seemed very intrigued over his hair, which was quite puzzling, considering it wasn't the first time you've seen it in your whole life. you wouldn't stop staring at it; you refused to keep your hands off it. you were slowly getting on his last nerve.

you took a small section of gabriel's thick locks and started parting it into into three pieces. he raised his left brow. "what is the meaning of this? how are we 'bonding' from this experience?" you softly shushed him, that section of hair now in a delicate braid. you gently brushed your fingers down his scalp till you reached the exact parallel side of his head. a slight shiver ran down gabriel's spine, but he chose to ignore the feeling. you then took the same amount of hair that you used on the other side and proceeded to braid it in an identical fashion as the previous.

once you finished the other part, you pulled out a golden ribbon from your pocket and tied the sections together lightly combing the ends to blend with the rest of his hair. you took a step back and sighed, admiring your work. "all done, you can stop bickering now." you teased, handing gabriel a small mirror for him to finally see what you did to him. the fallen angel was hesitant at first, but he soon snatched the mirror out of your hands. he stared at himself for quite a while, with an expressionless look while he combed through his own locks.

gabriel turned a bit to face you, a radiant grin on his face. "maybe i underestimated you. you're more interesting than you perceive." you smiled in return, "i'm guessing that means you like it." he glanced back at the mirror before making eye contact with you again. "yes. it makes me feel the most beautiful i've ever been."

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[struckd0wn]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖: 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫

Gabriel held your thighs against your chest, lining himself up with your entrance. He pushes into you slowly, making you whine and squirm from underneath him. His muscular form pushes into yours, successfully trapping you into a mating press. Gabe rumbles as he bottoms out, adjusting his positions before continuing.

"I'm gonna breed your little boy pussy till you can't take it anymore, fill you with my cum." He states, staring right into you eyes. Your face is flushed and you can't quite meet his gaze. Reaper pulls out, staying still, and right before you complain he slams back in. He continues this pace, watching your face contort with pleasure, listening to you subconsciously whale and cry for him.

His chuckle makes you buzz, the smirk on his face is prominent. "I know baby, you can take it." Gabe quietly cheers you own, clenching his jaw as you tighten around his cock. He kisses your forehead before tilting down to watch your face. He's gentle with you, besides the fact that he's pounding into you ruthlessly, watching you go dumb on his dick.

Reyes's arms comes around your front, rubbing you clit with two of his fingers. He hisses as this makes you twitch around him. Your back arches and you cum, making a mess of the sheets and his cock. Gabe doesn't stop though, still thrusting in and out of you like you were a flesh light, using you till he was satisfied.

He pulls away from you slightly, his arms wrap around your legs and hold them to his toned chest. You watch as sweat slides down his abs and his pre cum forms a sticky ring around the base of his cock. You feel yourself about to cum again, but you're scared he'll keep going, keep breeding you when you already feel so spent.

"Gabe..." You whine out his name. This makes him grunt loudly, watching you with lust blown eyes. "Gabriel please." You call out for him and you can tell it's getting him closer and closer. His hips stutter a bit but he's persistent, and you cum again on his cock. Gabe watches you twitch and clench around him, and when you scream his name one last time he pushes in harder then before, holding you on the base of his cock as he fills you with his hot cum.

#ftm reader #smut #gabriel reyes #trans reader #reaper x reader #transmasc reader #drabbles #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #gabriel reyes x reader #sub male reader

[oops-i-write]

"It was a heat of the moment..."

With first notes of the song Gabriel who chilled on the backseat of the Impala immediately went tense, eyes wide. Sam hurried to change the radio station, fighting unwanted flashbacks but there was a distinct flap of wings and Gabriel was gone.

It's not like they never acknowledged their past. They did, actually, and Gabriel apologized for what he has done, not once. But they never had a direct confrontation like this, like a slap in the face.

Dean surprisingly did not comment, was going to say something but changed his mind under Sam's heavy stare.

When they were back in the bunker Sam half expected Gabriel to not show up for at least a few days, but when he entered his bedroom - their shared bedroom - he saw a dark silhouette of the hunched over archangel on the bed. Sam didn't even say anything, didn't have time before Gabriel turned around abruptly. The archangel's eyes were red and puffy. Sam's heart shattered. He almost could read the archangel's thoughts, they were written on his face. Sam knew this look, has seen it a few times, and he knew. Despite being together for a few years already, despite all the words of love shared between them, Gabriel still thought he didn't deserve it. Not after all the wrongs he has done.

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[hell-drabbles]

Gabriel 1

Summary: It was a cruel idea that you put on the table, you know this well, but you’ve never known yourself to be soft and merciful. If one manages to break Gabriel in, then it should be a simpler task to break the rest of his brethren.

(This one is a… a little extreme. Gabriel torture and the beginnings of Stockholm Syndrome. Also probably gonna make an angel OC. Just need to settle on an appearance that appeals to me. His loyalty will be towards the Reader. The man will worship them with every fiber of his being. Probably will be big, like Mammon. Jokingly want to name him Baraqiel. Because, you know… bara.)

This was torture entirely built on the base of selfishness. Your selfishness. You won’t even begin to pretend that this was for the greater good of the devils in Hell. Well, not as though torture was ever anything but self serving, it just feels more… significant that you proposed this idea with the full intention of taking advantage of it.

Gabriel, the angel that phased through your screen, who sliced open your friend and declared you a target of all angel kind, was chained to the floor of a humid dungeon. He was forced on his side, mouth gagged with hands and eyes bound tight with the cloth of his own clothes. Practically clad in blood-soaked threads rather than a uniform.

He growled as all dogs of heaven do when they hear anyone near their cell. He bit down on his gag when the devil keeping watch clinked open the cell door. And he shuffled his back–six jagged lines, uneven skin caked in disgusting black blood–away from you. You didn’t even grant him the mercy of giving him stitches. He’d scar, but he’d heal.

He didn’t have his halo anymore. You had that thing ripped off when it nearly blinded you just a week ago. He didn’t deserve to shine, to cling to this grace gifted to him by this being he worshiped so much.

You stopped before him and watched him squirm and attempt to curl into a defeated ball. You knelt and grabbed his chin before forcing his head up at an almost agonizing angle. The devils that came before you had left marks on them. Claw marks and plum colored bruised all over his neck.

Of course, they couldn’t kill him. Not when that was your right.

You heard a rasp deep from his throat, pushed out of his mouth with a purpose. He’s trying to say words, probably trying to curse you with an anger deep from his bones, but there was nothing.

“Tch,” you clenched your jaw and ripped off the gag. You forced his mouth open with a thumb and peered inside. No tongue, no uvula, and beyond that was fresh and fleshy scarring trailing down his throat. “Someone took your voice, huh?”

And without your permission. You said to those devils that they can hurt, but they cannot take pieces of your toys. Of course someone would get high on their own power and disobey you.

Gabriel didn’t dig his teeth into your thumb, he closed around it instead. He didn’t stuck, and couldn’t lick, but he let his lips fall around your thumb nonetheless. Seems he recognized your voice. You do make it a habit to do some care. Can’t very well have him die on you suddenly.

You scratched through his greasy hair, like you would any pet, and Gabriel bowed his head into your hands.

Isolation certainly has done a number on him. It won’t be long before he’s bouncing right towards your feet.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #drabble #hell-drabbles #heaven #gabriel #reader insert

[mrs3vil]

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐕 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 “𝙝𝙤𝙩“ ★

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐟. gabriel o'hara, miguel o'hara, peter b parker ❞ 🎀

𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 with gabriel o'hara I had to insert him. also this is not smut or sexual (i mean technically it kinda is but whatever) only tws, old men and flustered spider people. also gabriel is kinda ooc 𓈒*◞🎻

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 tried to keep the reader as gender neutral as possible! sorry of there are any specifications, also sorry for any mistakes but english isn't my first language!! 𓈒*◞🎻

𝗚𝗔𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗟 𝗢’𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

He thought you were talking about another Gabriel O'hara at first. You were mindlessly talking on the phone with one of your "spider friends" while walking right next to his private lab, loudly enough so that he could hear. He stopped doing whatever he was doing for a moment, moving his goofy goggles on his forehead. His heart beated faster against his chest, as if it was about to destroy his rib cage and come out just for you. It was the only thing on his mind for a few days, how your voice shaped perfectly those words, he would do anything to be called such things by you again. Now that he knew you liked him back, he was much more confident when awkwardly flirting with you.

𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝗢’𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

He couldn't believe his ears. He's been "flirting" with you for some months, if of course, you consider being treated like a normal human being with feelings and opinions a flirt. He thought you weren't really interested, when really you just didn't even realize he was being "extra nice" to you, or at least, his idea of extra nice. But you had to admit, he wasn't bad looking, he wasn't at all actually he was hot, and apparently you were happy to admit it to Jess too. He swallowed as he leaned closer to the core of your voices, paying attention to staying hidden. He didn't know why he was being so dramatic about it, he felt like a little school girl, but suddenly, he desperately wanted to hear you praise him again.

𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗕 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗥

It immediately boosted his ego, a proud grin spreading across his features, finally his terrible dad jokes paid off. He listened carefully as you talked with one of the many Spiderwomen that were friends with you as you two giggled like to little girls at a pijama party. You started complimenting things he never realized about himself, and he couldn't do anything but lean closer to hear further how hot you thought he was. He could have listened for hours, if only he didn't trip on a wandering peace of paper that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Your eyes widened, your hands reaching to cover your mouth, trying to hide your red face. "Hello..."

‧₊˚ ୨ HAHAKS im sorry if i didn't include hobie i just didn't have any inspiration for him today :( if yall liked this post tho i could include him in a pt 2 or smth. also reblogs and comments are very appreciated! goodnight and stay safe babes <3

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[cryptoriawebb]

Seriously though what I would have given for Monarch’s identity reveal to Hesperia and then subsequently protecting Adrien from him with this kind of horror because not only is he the bad guy in this universe but he’s also a terrible father…the irony being that he seems at least somewhat unaware why his own son hates him.

But of course when he returns to his universe I wouldn’t be surprised if his Adrien, now in the process of reformation, greets him with an apologetic/desperate hug and they can have an emotional heart to heart and be one universe out of so many where the pair actually have a healthy father+son relationship 😭🥹❤️

And of course, Hesperia reinforcing his vow and determination never ever to wander down a dark path again. Seeing what he could have become still unsettles him…

#miraculous ladybug #gabriel agreste #monarch #hesperia #adrien agreste #Betterfly #claw noir #damn it I may need to deep dive and write some drabbles #whispersfromthecrypt

[yandereworlds]

We haven’t gotten around to making new content about our characters, HOWEVER Yandere!Gabriel has been living rent free in my mind ever since the new episode, so have this instead //Mun kiki

#The Mandela Catalogue #Gabriel #Alternate Gabriel #My art #Yandere #Male yandere #Yancore #Yanderecore #Obsession #Yandere imagines #Yandere drabbles #Yandere scenarios #Gabriel x reader #Mandela Catalogue Gabriel #Yandere headcanons #Fanart

[reverieblondie]

can’t believe i just saw your drabble post BUT

picture this,

Gabriel O’hara coming home after a long day and finding reader wearing his scarf, big as jacket and goggles

JUST THAT

Work has been hell, all Gabriel wants to do for the rest of the night is curl up with you wrapped in his arms, breathing you in for the remainder of the night. He texted you that he would be late and was sure that by the time he got to the bedroom, he would find you already asleep.

What he was not expecting when he walked into your shared bedroom you would be sprawled out wearing only his favorite jacket. Paired with his long striped scarf wrapped around your neck, one part lays over your fevered body, reaching down to your navel. While the other part is getting soaked in your mouth, you have been using it to contain your whiny moans. His goggles are lopsided on your head as you keep throwing your head back and squirming under the intense pleasure.

Gabriel smirks and strolls into the room, watching your shaking finger play with your swollen clit, a vibrator filling your drooling pussy. Judging from the mess underneath you, you have been missing him for a while now. He lazily drags a finger up your overstimulated body till he reaches his scarf around your neck, pulling it from your mouth for you to gasp and whine.

"Fucking yourself in my clothes? So needy…"

You whine out a yes, and your hips buckle up. Gabriel slides onto the bed, kneeling in between your spread legs. Looking down, he sees your mess is all over the bed and even on his jacket. He tuts, bringing his rough finger to circle slowly on your swollen clit, he slowly moves the vibrator in and out, fucking you with it softly. Right as you're arching from the sweet pleasure, he pinches your clit making a cry leave your panting chest.

Gabriel removes his belt, dropping his pants to reveal his hardening cock. Slowly, he pulls the vibrator from your quivering slit. He watches as it clenches around nothing, pumping his cock eagerly. Tapping the fat head to your entrance, you mew and lock eyes with him silently begging for more.

“Put the scarf back in your mouth; you're about to be screaming."

#reverieblondie drabbles #gabriel #atsv gabriel o'hara #gabriel o'hara #gabriel o'hara x you #gabriel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #astv x reader #astv gabriel #spiderverse smut #spiderverse fanfic #smut #smut drabble #askreverie

[waywardships]

Gabriel doesn’t need to sleep, like any angel, but he indulges occasionally if only to block off the world around him for a few hours. The first night he stays in Sam’s bed after one of their hookups, he closes his eyes and listens to the quiet breathing of the man next to him before allowing himself to drift off.

In the morning he wakes first, smiling softly when he feels Sam’s arm draped over his waist. He reaches out, lightly brushing his fingers across Sam’s cheek before tucking a strand of brunette hair behind the taller man’s ear. He could never admit how much he wants more, doesn’t want to show himself to be so vulnerable.

Sam feels the soft touch on his cheek as consciousness comes to him, but doesn’t dare open his eyes. He feels Gabriel shift in the bed, followed by a light kiss pressed to his temple before the weight next to him is gone. A sharp hollowness fills his chest when he opens his eyes and finds himself alone.

#first Drabble I guess lol #sad fluff #sabriel #sabriel spn #gabriel spn #sam winchester

[underoospeterparker]

peter sutherland comforting reader on her period <3 i know you’ve done this one before bc im the one who req it but i would rly appreciate another <3333 (specifically with lower back pain pls)

of course, lovely! (here's the link to part one) this has crazy amounts of fluff so please proceed with caution :)

"hi, princess," peter said, voice quiet as to try and not disturb you if you were asleep. you managed a grumble from underneath the bedsheets, where you were curled up in the fetal position. "you holding up okay?"

you blinked up at him, tears filling your eyes. "it hurts so much," you whimpered. his heart broke into two pieces, wishing he could take all the pain away and keep it for himself. he climbed into the bed with you, cocooning you into the safe space between his arms.

"i'm so sorry, baby," he cooed, kissing your forehead softly. "where does it hurt?"

you buried your head into his chest and let out a soft sigh as you adjusted. "like my lower back," you said, gesturing with one of your hands as the other looked for peter's, grasping it and squeezing his fingers tightly.

"here?" your boyfriend asked, his hand crawling towards the place where your pain was the worst. he flattened his hand on your back, warm palms circling softly and providing a heat source to your aching body.

"mmm," you mumbled under your breath, closing your eyes and breathing deeply. "thank you, baby."

"anytime, sweet girl," he murmured, pulling you closer to him. "you want me to get the remote and we can watch something?"

you buried your head into his sweater, smiling. "maybe later," you whispered. "don't wanna let go of you just yet."

"aw, princess," he chuckled, tilting your face up so your smiling eyes could meet his. then he murmured, more to himself than to you, "i'm never gonna let you go."

#peter sutherland #peter sutherland x reader #fluff #comfort #period comfort #comforting #hurt/comfort #drabble #the night agent #night agent #gabriel basso

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prompt: passive-aggressive cooking

As Gabriel stirs the pancake batter, Nathalie makes a sound low in her throat.

“Pancakes again?” she says, derision dripping from her tone. “I don’t know if that’s the best choice, sir.”

He ignores her; it’s getting easier to do that. Unfortunately, she doesn’t take the hint.

“Adrien is a growing boy. He needs a varied diet. As his father, I assumed you would know that.”

“You’re right, Nathalie,” says Gabriel. “I am his father, which means I know what’s best for him.” He brandishes his spatula at her, a weapon. “Now, tell me, how do you like your pancakes?”

#miraculous ladybug #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #100 words #nem drabbles