Why Wear Pretty Underwear When There's No One To Show

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I need someone to write me the fluffiest yet angstiest Gabriel from Supernatural fanfic with my oc RIGHT NOW

Gabriel drabble (NSFW)

I think some of yall forget Gabriel would be the best at eating pussy. This angel is a trickster, after all, and everyone knows tricksters have a killer sweet tooth.

Gabriel would have himself buried between your plush thighs, his fingertips digging into your soft skin while his tongue skillfully lapped at your soaked cunt.

"Come on, baby, just one more. You taste so goddamn sweet."

The first couple of orgasm felt amazing, Gabriel being spured on by your loud moans and sweet juices, but by the fifth, the only thing that seemed to leave your throat were the whines that he oh so craved.

"Gabe s'too much."

"You can do it Sugar come on."

Your fingers digging in his hair, seeming to fight over if they want to push the archangel away or to pull him closer, craving your next orgasm.

His forearms hook under your legs, pulling you closer, nose nudging your sensitive clit. Gabriel could tell just how close you were, hell he's felt it four times before and many, many more than this session alone.

"Give it to me baby, come on be my good girl come on."

Oh, did this one feel the best. Your thighs lock around his head, preventing the trickster from pulling away, as if he would ever want to.

"Ohh there you go, my sweet girl."

Your legs fall slack over his shoulders, thighs trembling and slick with cum. Gabriel presses his lips gently against the skin, his eyes staring up at yours, nearly in a primal sense. A sharp gasp leaves your lips, followed by a whine as his lips wrap around your clit.

"You got one more, Sugar, I know it."

TWD oc

Name: Ezra Montgomery

Age: 32

Gender/Pronouns: Nonbinary, They/Them

Love interest(s): Daryl and Jesus

Sexuality: Pansexual

Personality: Quiet, intense, depressive, angry

Hobbies: weapon training, hunting, drawing, music

Song that describes them:

Tattoos:

Jewelry:

Backstory:

Ezra came from a military family. Their father died in the line of duty so it left just them and their mother, who spent most of her days out on a ship in the navy. After their father's death, their mother became obsessive, even abusive at times towards them under the guide of 'keeping them safe'. In their late teens, before the apocalypse, this treatment led them into a rather abusive relationship with a man that ultimately left them with a child, a little boy that resembled them to a T. Once the apocalypse broke, they did everything in their power to keep their son alive, even leaving behind the man they were afraid of in order to keep the boy safe. However, a year into the apocalypse they lost him when their supplies was stolen and they left him alone to search a convient store, leaving him unprotected by accident. This event breaks them, spiraling into a deep depressive episode that if it hadn't been for Aaron finding them, they would have been dead. They spend most of the apocalypse in Alexandria, helping build up the community and its walls to keep others safe from those who wish to hurt them.

i just need a dorky nerdy man with brown hair and big brown eyes to be my boyfriend PLEASE

Friendly Love

JAMES POTTER × MALE READER

Masterlist

This was... well I didn't know how to describe this. Atleast to myself. James Potter. My *best friend*. It was stupid. That was the word. *Idiotic*. This could not end well.

James heavily insisted on doing homework with me today. The Griffindor barely kept up with his parchment, I was surprised he even remembered it. The common room is quiet, the majority of our fellow house mates scattered around the school grounds.

"You really need to stop leaving your papers for the last moment." I scold lightly, however, my final page remained blank.

"Oh don't act all smart Y/N. You aren't much ahead yourself." James points out, gesturing towards my paper.

Ink drips onto the page, deep in thought. It's been on my mind for weeks and this wasn't the time nor place I imagined it but... his features under the soft candle light, the sear concentration keeping his face relaxed and calm... he almost looked beautiful.

"Hellooo? Earth to Y/N?" James says, my thoughts come rushing back to reality with a jump. "Woah calm down there mate. You alright? We can pick up in the morning." He offers, a slight concerned expression across his face.

"Huh? Oh! Sorry there. Just.. thinking 'bout something is all." I say, trying to lighten the mood with a soft laugh.

James examines my features closely. Watching his eyes shifting over my face makes me nervous, causing a light flush to become apparent across my cheeks.

"Are you alright mate? This is the most I've seen you concentrate all night." I say, laughing nervously as I lean back in my seat.

"What's wrong with you man? You never act like this? What have you been thinking about to make you like this?" James questions.

My heart sinks as I stare back at him. His eyes could read me, they've always been able to. I was like a window to him while he was a brick wall. He breaks the gaze first, clearing his throat before ducking down to continue he's sad excuse for a paper. I get up the courage to reach over, gently placing a hand over his quill.

"James?" I start, swallowing hard. "I... I need you to just stop for a moment and listen." I say, slowly pulling the quill from his fingers. His eyes travel up to meet mine once again as he leaves back.

"Alright. Go ahead." James says, his leg bouncing under the table.

My fingers lightly tap the wood of the table as I take in a couple deep breaths.

"I was just wondering if.. maybe you'd like to go to The Three Broomsticks with me this Friday after our classes?" I ask calmly, my eyes trained on my lap.

"Mate we already go to there every weekend." James says oblivious.

"No James.. I mean just me and you... like a-a date?" I finally say it, squeezing my eyes shut. *'Holy shit what if he doesn't like men?'* I think for the first time in weeks.

There's a long, stress inducing silence. "I'd love to." James finally speaks up.

My eyes snap up to look at him, searching for any sort of humor across his face.

"Really?" I breath out, my shoulders visibly relaxing.

"Sure. What do I have to lose? I'd love to go with you."