#gabriel drabbles

[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!

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[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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[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

[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

[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-

#twd #the walking dead #twd incorrect quotes #the walking dead incorrect quotes #twd meme #twd gabriel #twd daryl #twddaily #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl twd #daryldixon #norman reedus #daryl dixon meme #seth gilliam

[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."

#mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue fanfic #mandela catalogue x reader #alt gabriel #mandela catalogue gabriel #sus gabriel #gabriel x reader #imagines #drabble #drabbles #my pretty boy

[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

[dross-the-fish]

A Spider's Touch

the train wound through the countryside carrying two young men bound for university. One a large, handsome, fair-haired Scottsman who's clothes were of fine cut and who's hair was styled in a fashionable cut and the other a slight dark-haired Englishman in dusty hand-me-downs, who had yet to outgrow the unfortunate stage of early manhood that left him with the bare wisps of a thin mustache and sideburns that would only sprout in patches along the side of a jaw still rounded with boyishness.

The two were clearly friends, they sat side by side and chatted easily and the larger of them was confident and relaxed, one arm propped over the back of the seat with his legs sprawled out in front of him. A dog eared magazine dangled loosely from his hand.

"You think old Hastie will be with us again this year?" he asked his smaller, darker companion.

"I hope so, it'll be nice to see him and with the three of us we could afford to rent a flat off campus. We're not even there and I'm already sick of the thought of living in the dormitories. Are you going to behave yourself this year, Harry?"

"I told you I would, didn't I, Utterson?" there was a faint touch of irritation. Don't nag me

"Of course, but one likes to be reassured," came the cool reply. Don't give me reasons to

They chatted awhile longer until Utterson began to nod off, his head falling to window. Henry Jekyll watched him, took note of a hand falling onto a knobby knee. It was not a lovely hand, in fact he was sure it would be quite ugly when its owner grew older. Bony fingers with prominent knuckles, dry skin around blunt, short nails that had been chewed to the quick and a thick vein that ran from the knuckle of the index finger diagonally towards a sharp wrist. When Gabriel Utterson grew old Henry was sure it would be skeletal and clammy, dotted with liver spots. Not a lovely hand…but a fascinating one, and one he couldn't stop gazing at.

Impulsively Henry's own hand reached out, traced that vein with a long elegant finger in a slow and deliberate stroke.

Utterson gave a twitch and his eyelids fluttered. Henry jerked back and made a quick show of being absorbed in his magazine. Utterson's brown knit, he grimaced rubbing his hand and looking about the cabin.

"Something wrong?" Henry asked coolly.

"I think something crawled across my hand."

"I think I saw a spider in here earlier," Henry lied.

"Disgusting, I hate those things," Gabriel shuddered rubbing a little harder as though trying to rid himself of the repugnant touch and the gesture made Henry's heart drop.

Disgusting

Loathsome…that's what you are

Don't touch me

the ugly voice in his head rasped and he felt a shameful heat rise to his cheeks. He held the magazine higher, hiding his face and he gave Utterson a hum of acknowledgement.

Gabriel Utterson would never understand why Henry Jekyll had remained so silent for the rest of the trip and he would be too busy looking anxiously for the invisible spider that had touched him to care.

…..

40 years later

…..

Gnarled, arthritic and covered in liver spots. the vein more prominent than ever.

Edward watched as those wasted skeletal hands gripped the top of a cane while Utterson stared at the abandoned townhouse once belonging to Henry Jekyll.

His hair had gone completely grey, and his mustache and sideburns had come in thick and full now on the wasted husk of a face.

When Utterson finally had his fill of grieving and walked away he passed very close by the alley where Edward hid, observing from the shadows. He stopped, as though sensing a presence and Edward went very still. The cane tilted as the weight of his hand leaned it forward, dark eyes squinting under heavy white brows scanning the darkness before him for signs of life.

he was so close…

Impulsively Edward reached out and brushed a finger along the vein of that hand with a touch that trembled and barely dared make contact.

Utterson started and dropped the cane with a clatter, shaking his hand as though trying to fling away the unwelcome crawl of a spider on his skin. He cursed. Picked up his cane and before he could rise to get a better look Edward had already disappeared.

#Drabbles #Jekyll and Hyde #Edward Hyde #Gabriel Utterson #Henry Jekyll #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde

[bluesidez]

I can see (GymRat!Miguel) Gabriel blasting this version of Seven 24/7 and Miguel begging him to stfu. 😭😭

“Gabri you’ve played this same song 10 times already. Can we PLEASE change it to something else?”

“I can’t believe my own brother is a BTS anti. Wait till my moots hear about this. They’re gonna light you up.”

“You’re what??”

“Omg. 500 likes in just 10 seconds. YOU’RE DONE!”

“Gabriel what are you talking about???”

“And you’re a girl group stan?? You’re really digging a huge hole for yourself buddy.”

“I know some girl group songs. Who the fuck is Stan?”

“They’re asking for a face reveal. You’re lucky I love you. I’ll let it slide THIS time. Now, LET THE MUSIC PLAY!” Gabriel just turns the song back on.

Miguel will sigh and mumble, “I think pa must have really dropped him. I’m living with a jester.”

🎧

Meanwhile the tweet⤵️

@ chismosochimmy:

old heads are always hating on the youngsters. it’s sad. tell me why brother is complaining about bachata seven playing 10 times. WELL MAYBE YOULL GET IT THE 11TH TIME! 😭

#love lab drabbles 💊 #GymRat!Miguel 💪🏾 #laughing gas 🥸 #miguel o’hara #gabriel o’hara #I was scrolling through my videos and thought of this

[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.

#sabriel #ficlet #oneshot #drabble #sam winchester #gabriel spn #spn sabriel #sabriel spn #spn gabriel #gabriel #sam x gabriel #no beta we die like gabriel #spn #supernatural #oops-i-write #sam winchester x gabriel #angst

[supernaturalfreewill]

The results are in! Thank you to everyone who voted today! <3 Whipping up some fresh Gabriel for you right now!

#gabriel #gabriel drabbles

[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

[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

#atsv x reader #miguel ohara #gabriel ohara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker #atsv peter b parker #gabriel ohara spiderverse #gabriel ohara x reader #atsv fanfiction #atsv x you #atsv x gn reader #atsv drabble #atsv scenarios

[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