#fuck you gabriel fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you

[midnightsxblue]

CARE TO KNOCK?

carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: SMUT!! oral sex, f!receiving, getting caught! fun!

masterlist here!

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You tried your hardest to be discreet about how…active you and Carl were. It wasn’t the easiest considering Carl was the leaders’ son and it seemed like eyes were always on him, whether it was his dad’s or Michonne’s. Sometimes people in the community.

You’d try to sneak off and do what you could but with your guys’ luck, you almost always got interrupted. One time something possessed the both of you to try it in the church house when there was a community event. That went as well as you’d imagine.

“Holy mother of-” Gabriel had walked in on the both of you on one of the pews. God was it embarrassing. (see what i did there i know you guys love me.) The scene he’d walked in on consisted of you without a shirt and Carl’s hand practically groping your tits over your bra. Also you were attached at the mouth so you could see why he’d be terrified.

Obviously you scrambled to put your clothes on while Carl tried to explain for the both of you, begging to not tell Rick or Michonne. “Look man, we’re really sorry we just- please don’t tell my dad. I’m begging you he can’t know about this.” He explains worriedly. Gabriel stood there still shocked. You had to make it up to him somehow, considering you were doing an unholy act in a holy place but, there wasn’t really any real repercussions because Carl had gotten him to keep it a secret. Something about making it up to him for something Gabriel had done when they first arrived at Alexandria.

Anyway, a large reason you didn’t want Rick to know, was because you two shared a room. You were happy to almost always get away with things at night (you tried not to be too loud) and not have anyone know. It was nice. Until one particular day.

Rick and Michonne go out on Wednesday mornings to scavenge, so you two took advantage of the time you had..and got to it. It wasn’t really anything crazy, your morning sex was usually romantic and sweet. It’s not like you were going at it like animals.

One week, they’d left a bit earlier so in your mind, you were able to get some extra time.

“Oh fuck-” You spoke breathlessly, he was under the blanket eating you out. Something about the way he was ruthlessly lapping at your clit made you realize that today’s morning sex wouldn’t be so romantic. He began to move upwards and start kissing up your body hungrily. He started to place harsh kisses all around your neck, leaving small bruises around as well. “You’re so perfect.” He mumbled against your neck.

The next thing you know, he’s sitting up with your legs between his knees. He flips you over on your stomach and lifts your hips up so you’re arched for him how he wants. You giggle at his sudden movements and you’re surprised by him literally shoving himself inside of you.

“Oh-“ You moan loudly, surprising yourself and immediately slapping your hand over your mouth. He began thrusting himself in and out of you with no plan on stopping. That was until the door beside your guys’ bed suddenly opened. It opened just enough so Rick could see you and your back, Carl’s arms and his face.

Your eyes go wide and once he realizes what was happening, Rick quickly shuts the door, catching Carl’s attention which causes him to stop. “What the hell was that?” He asked, his hands still resting at your hips. “Your fucking dad.” You pull away from him and Carl sits there sort of astonished. “W-wait he saw?” He covers himself with the blanket and you move to find your underwear and shorts.

“Not everything, just me I hope. He didn’t open the door open too much.” You pull up your underwear and scramble around for your shorts which Carl pulled from under the blanket he was using to cover himself. “What’s scary is that you didn’t stop.”

You throw him his own clothes which were on the floor and he feels somewhat upset he didn’t realize the door had opened. He was too busy fucking you. “Well it’s kinda hard to focus on stopping when I’m in the middle of something.” He says defensively, pulling up his boxers and sweatpants. You plop on the bed, dropping your head to your hands while he found a shirt to wear. After seeing how worried you were, he walked over and kissed the top of your head.

“Don’t stress out okay? It’ll be fine, worst comes to worst he’ll take the room away but we’ll work our way around it.” He reassured. Maybe he’s right. This didn’t have to be such a big deal. If Carl didn’t make it one, you wouldn’t either.

“Care to knock? What the hell?” You both were now in the kitchen, Carl was scolding Rick who was standing with Michonne and Maggie at the island. You were standing behind him quietly. “Well I thought we were way past knockin. Plus we got home early.” Rick sort of laughs, seeming unfazed. Your eyebrows furrow at this and he notices. “What, you thought we didn’t know about what goes on in there at night?”

You look to Michonne and Maggie who were both sort of smiling at you. “What?” You asked peeved. “I mean…you’re not exactly the quietest.” Michonne reasons. Your face is flushed and you’re super embarrassed, it doesn’t help that when you turn you realize both Glenn and Daryl had been in the room as well, you just hadn’t noticed. Glenn sort of giggles at you, Daryl just…is Daryl. “Oh shit.” You mutter to yourself, hiding your face in your hands and Carl just stands there annoyed as hell.

“They’re not wrong though you are quite loud.” He says quietly, slightly teasing you over a conversation you’d had many times before, he always made fun of you for being so vocal, even though he loved it. You look up from your hands just to give him a pissed off glare. You give him a shove to the shoulder and make your way back upstairs.

“Fuck off.”

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a/n: sorry guys for this HAHAHA idk how smutty anon wanted this request but they got smut..sorry pookie :| ANYWAY i hope you all enjoyed, currently deciding on closing my requests cause im gettin a shit ton but we’ll figure that out later!!! love you bye!!!

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[itsscottiesstark]

I don't know how I made it this far without watching the season 2 trailer but I did today and I discovered that just as Gabriel was saying that infamous line in the trailer:

they cut to this fucking scene which is from the fucking minisode Aziraphale realises he's in love with Crowley

and then cuts back to Aziraphale's flustered face

before turning back to Gabriel, making it look (in the trailer) like he was scoffing at the blatant lie even though we know from the actual episode that it was irrelevant.

@primevideo I'm on to you.

[shit-ultrakill-imagines]

trying to p-rank gabriel has me frustrated so i imagine him having glitter in between the crevices of his armor. i hope he gets itchy

i agree we should send a glitter bomb to his house. together 🤝

[ovenproofowl]

Armand to Daniel: Lestat loved me soooo much. Obsessed with me, actually. We ran the Théâtre des Vampires together hand in hand while his silly little boytoy was forced to watch us fuck in the rafters while he played on in the pit. We had a very consensual relationship and drank each other's blood. Consensually. One day he left without a trace without telling me. I am adult enough now to admit that he was a narcissist who only cared about himself and this was the only reason he would have left me.

Meanwhile, in the Vampire Lestat: Armand, the absolute wettest cat you have ever seen, obsessing over Lestat, systematically destroying his coven when Lestat first intervened, refusing to run the new version of the coven until Lestat all but begs him to, following after Lestat and Gabrielle like a ravenous little lap dog obsessed with forcing himself into their dynamic even after Lestat tells him no over and over. And then, to top it all off:

FIRST PIC TRANSCRIPT. EXCERPT FROM THE VAMPIRE LESTAT:

"Yes, yes, his lips tasted like blood, but it was not human blood. It was that elixir that Magnus had given me, and I felt myself recoil. I could get away this time. I had another chance. The wheel had turned full round.

I was crying out that I wouldn't drink; I wouldn't, and then I felt the two hot shafts driven hard through my neck and down to my soul.

I couldn't move. It was coming as it had come that night, the rapture, a thousandfold what it was when I held mortals in my arms. And I knew what he was doing! He was feeding upon me! He was draining me."

SECOND PIC TRANSCRIPT. EXCERPT FROM THE VAMPIRE LESTAT [CONT.]

"and going down on my knees, I felt myself held by him, the blood pouring out of me with a monstrous volition I couldn't stop.

"Devil!" I tried to scream. I forced the word up and up until it broke from my lips and the paralysis broke from my limbs. "Devil!" I roared again and I caught him in his swoon and hurled him backwards to the floor.

[littlemissmarianna]

“Do I have your attention now?”

The voice is familiar at this point. This nameless, faceless person who’s been calling Carlos for weeks.

Taunting him, haunting him.

Carlos rarely sleeps anymore, but when he does, it’s this voice he hears in his dreams. It’s this voice that echoes in his head throughout the day.

“You didn’t think I would leave him out of this, did you?”

No.

Carlos knew better than that, and yet, part of him hoped he could protect TK from this psycho. This person with a digitally disguised voice and a blocked number who confessed to killing Gabriel on day one. This person who claimed to know everything about Carlos and listed the details to prove it.

Where he worked. Where he lived.

Carlos expected this person to know his mother’s name and maybe even his sisters, but he didn’t expect to hear the names of his niece and nephew. He didn’t expect to hear the names of his entire extended family listed one by one.

But the name that seemed to bring this sicko the most pleasure was Tyler Kennedy Strand.

“Or should I call him TK?”

Carlos clenches his jaw at the memory. In that moment, his blood ran ice-cold with dread as red-hot rage burned through him.

The person had laughed at Carlos’s silence; they knew they had struck a nerve.

“You know…” The lunatic’s tone is conversational now, like they’re friends with Carlos. Like they’re just calling for their weekly chat. “I knew your husband was smokin’. I mean, I’ve got the surveillance photos. I may have even gotten off once or twice with him in mind. But seeing TK in person…”

Carlos tightens his grip on the phone as this sociopath lets out an appreciative whistle followed by a suggestive moan.

“I’m gonna have fun with him.”

“If you touch him, I will fucking kill you.”

Carlos means it. It should probably scare him how much he means it.

“You’ll have to find me first,” the person replies. “And we both know that’s not going well.”

It’s not.

Carlos has spent hours trying to unscramble the number and trace the call. When that didn’t work, he tried to unmask the voice. And when that came up empty, Carlos tried to narrow down potential suspects based on what this maniac has said.

The information they possess is too in-depth, too far reaching. Whoever this is hasn’t just done their research; they know Carlos. They’re likely hiding in plain sight – crossing paths with Carlos every day – and that’s what bothers him the most.

That’s what keeps him on edge.

That’s what fuels the paranoia.

“How is TK?” the person asks, having the gall to act concerned after what they did to Carlos’s husband. “I hope I didn’t frighten him earlier.”

Carlos glances at TK sitting behind him on the couch. He’s at the stage where he shuts down and withdraws, but TK was frantic when he arrived home. It’s a wonder their front door is still intact from how quickly it was snatched open and slammed shut.

Carlos was on his feet in an instant, both confused and alarmed as TK just stood there, staring at him with wide, panicked eyes.

“What happened?”

TK didn’t answer. Not at first.

But as Carlos approached, TK launched himself into his husband’s arms, clinging to Carlos as the words spilled out.

There was a person in the street. Probably a man, but maybe not. They were covered from head to toe in black clothing with a hood over their head, a mask over their face, and sunglasses covering their eyes. They even wore gloves.

“Who does that?”

“Someone who doesn’t want to leave fingerprints or DNA.”

TK looked horrified by the comment. He knew he had just survived an attempted kidnapping, but the confirmation was overwhelming.

“Can we sit?”

“Of course. But first…” Carlos held his trembling husband at arm’s length, his gaze scanning every inch of TK. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” TK assured. “Just really freaked out.”

“I know. It’s okay,” Carlos soothed, pressing a kiss to TK’s temple as he wrapped him in another hug. “I’m here. And you’re safe.”

TK nodded against Carlos’s shoulder, relaxing beneath his touch.

By the time TK stopped shaking, Carlos had him seated on the couch with a bottle of water and comforting hand on his thigh, rubbing back and forth as TK continued the story.

Whoever the person was knew TK by name. When TK turned, they attempted to grab him. When TK managed to escape and started running down the sidewalk, they gave chase. They followed him to the loft but didn’t enter the building.

Even so, TK took the stairs two at a time; that explains why he was so breathless when he burst through the door.

“But you promise you’re not hurt?”

“I promise,” TK replied, leaning against Carlos’s chest. “Should we call the cops?”

“I am the cops.”

TK huffed a quiet laugh. “I know, but – ”

That’s when Carlos’s phone rang. That’s when this psycho called to rub it in.

They almost took the one thing Carlos can’t live without, and they’re proud of themselves even if their plan failed.

“Next time, I’ll be more prepared.”

The threat is punctuated with a chilling laugh before the line goes dead.

As Carlos lowers his phone, he feels the transformation begin. That version of himself that knows how to kill and not get caught. The version that knows how to dispose of a body and clean up a crime scene.

The world views Carlos as calm and composed, but there’s another side to him.

And it’s about to be unleashed.

[shezzabee]

Ineffable Slices of Life pt. 1

“Ah, there you are.” Aziraphale barged into the room with seemingly no consideration for the passed out demon inside. The bastard.

Said demon groaned — it might have been a plea for help or to be left alone.

“Here I am. You found me,” Crowley said, voice sleep-rough as he flipped on his back. “Gold star, angel.”

Aziraphale closed the door with a soft click, the sound seeming to echo in the quiet room.

Out of the corner of his eye, Crowley watched him as he stood there for a moment, his hand still on the doorknob, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. Ask me, Crowley urged silently. Ask me what I’m doing in your bed. Again.

Just when Crowley was about to tell him to sit down, Aziraphale moved towards the bed.

Crowley stilled, but he merely walked past it, and sat down on the armchair near the window.

Far enough away to be socially acceptable, the Aziraphale in his head said, but close enough for pleasant discourse.

Crowley rubbed the meat of his palm over his eyes. He must make quite the picture, splayed out on Aziraphale’s bed, limbs sprawled, his normally perfect red locks devilishly disheveled.

On a normal day, he’d show more decency around Aziraphale. He’d pull down his rucked up shirt, blink the sleep out of his eyes, take care not to leave ring stains on Aziraphale’s centuries old mahogany side-table.

None of the days lately have been normal.

“Drinking alone, I see.” Aziraphale glanced pointedly at the two empty wine bottles.

“Mn, yeah, you were busy. With Jim.” Crowley blinked, bleary-eyed, at his wristwatch. 11:40 am. Plenty of time to continue getting sloshed the rest of the day. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“That was hours ago,” Aziraphale said, frowning slightly.

“You bought him a gift.” Lot of good an exceedingly sulky nap did him, it seemed.

“Well, I thought he’d enjoy it,” Aziraphale said, all puffed up and proud.

“…What was it?” Crowley asked, because clearly he was an idiot who relished in torment.

“Ah, a beautifully bound journal. With a soft leather cover and the most exquisite, high-quality pages. I've included a rather lovely fountain pen as well, with ink that subtly shimmers with intent.”

“You wot,” Crowley turned to look at him, his lips twitched. “you miracled it?”

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. It wasn’t a proper miracle. Merely a… helpful suggestion.”

“A suggestion for an amnesiac archangel to write down his deepest and darkest thoughts?”

“That would be playing it rather fast and loose with the term ‘amnesiac’, don’t you think, dear?”

“Does he even know how to write?”

“Well, of course —”

“Not it.”

Aziraphale blinked. “Not it, what?”

“I’m not doing it. I’m not teaching bloody archangel Gabriel who may or may not be faking, how to write. You’re it.”

“No one is it, he knows how to write. I think.”

Crowley blinked at the ceiling, his silence laden with doubt.

“He knows how to read.” Aziraphale pointed out a bit tetchily. “It’s perfectly safe to assume writing is still a skill-set he possesses.”

“’S kinda hard to imagine Gabriel possessing any skills other than being a downright bast —”

“Crowley.” The tone was so chiding, it almost made Crowley want to cough up an apology. Almost.

“Are you really that troubled over it?” Aziraphale asked.

“Nah.” Crowley blinked again (he was doing an awful lot of blinking), the faint brush-strokes on the ceiling were starting to form long-forgotten shapes. Were those symbols? “If he does write something, we could read it.”

“You are incorrigible.”

“Don’t act like that wouldn’t be playing out precisely how you’d hoped.”

“I’m sure I’ve no idea what you mean,” Aziraphale countered primly.

“You might as well have sat him down and ordered him to write everything he remembers, at gunpoint.”

“I would never —!” Hand over his heart, Aziraphale managed to give him a look that was both scandalous and impish.

“Yeah, no, ‘course, a miracled fountain pen that gently coaxes its handler to write whatever comes to mind is a much more ethical approach.”

“It encourages creativity and introspection without any undue influence. Perfect for someone rediscovering themselves.”

Crowley snorted. “Leave it to you to passive-aggressively send his Holy Highness to therapy.”

“Well, sometimes we all need a bit of gentle encouragement, don’t we?”

Crowley’s eyes narrowed, then he pushed himself up on his elbows, giving Aziraphale a look of mock horror. “Therapy, angel? Are you suggesting we go all touchy-feely and introspective? What’s next, group hugs and trust falls?” He shuddered theatrically. “Honestly, you read too many books.”

“You mean to tell me your reaction to all of this has been completely reasonable?”

“Has yours? You’re harboring a fugitive archangel in your bookshop!”

“We’ve been over this. You agreed it was the right thing to do.”

Crowley flopped onto his back, fingers interlaced over his chest. Perhaps if he couldn't see Aziraphale, the fear and anger gnawing at him might stop.

“Unless you didn’t agree,” Aziraphale frowned, lips pursed in displeasure. “But then — why did you come back?”

“You know why,” Crowley suddenly felt a profound weariness, right down to his bones. “Naivety was never your colour, angel.”

The silence that followed felt stifling. Crowley lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. Those were definitely ethereal symbols up there, giving him a proper headache.

He wondered how he was supposed to wriggle out of this mess now. There was no chance he was dancing again. One indignity per century was more than enough to endure.

Finally, Aziraphale said quietly, almost shyly, “Do you want to see your present?”

[buggachat]

this is so horrible

This isn't even new for him. Gabriel did basically this same exact thing in Collector three seasons ago, faked a breakdown in his office and made Adrien believe it was all his fault. This is so consistent with Gabriel's methods of abuse/manipulation, and I already knew Gabriel did this shit, but seeing it again like this and with the dialogue really drives home how absolutely despicable and purposeful this all is.

Gabriel isn't just talking about the friends pushing food on him. He could've chose to say "why don't children respect me!" or "this suit cost so much!" or "i was so embarrassed in front of all the other parents!", but he didn't. He chose instead to talk about Adrien's conversation with him in the kitchen that morning, the one where Adrien very reasonably mentioned that he was uncomfortable being a virtual personal assistant. Adrien didn't even push it. He just mentioned that he was uncomfortable and then kind of moved on from it.... and this is what Gabriel saw as a fitting punishment for Adrien asking a question. To fill Adrien with such intense guilt and shame while shouting things like "Maybe I wasn't meant to be a father!"

Like, this is traumatizing, right? Adrien is witnessing this, and Gabriel knows that Adrien is witnessing it, in fact, Gabriel is only doing it because Adrien is witnessing it. Literally no excuse. This is just pure 100% emotional abuse, flat out, with zero way to sugarcoat it.

[deep-space-lines]

okay but like. I just had the weirdest thought about that ‘don’t look I’m naked’ comic. Which is that that’s essentially the same thing Adam and Eve did after they ate the fruit of knowledge of good&evil. So I feel like the theological implications of that could kneecap Gabe if he doesn’t think V1 is a being with free will.

yeah ok. i dunno man. is this anything

((side note. this isn’t necessarily meant to be in-character or story-accurate or take place at any particular point in time, just a way to explore some Thoughts. i was also imagining more that V1’s words aren't actually spoken, more like Gabriel’s more articulate interpretation of whatever garbled mechanical noise V1 is using to communicate. I think an angel could do that.))

and then they fucked nasty the end

[dragonroilz]

happy pride!

[averageludwig]

HII, been seeing the designs for the special popping up and it got me working on some stuf :3 I will not be acknowledging adriens designs.. and I JUST KNOW the gabriel one Won't be what i want . whatso ever. so I decided on doing a quick one for him !!! yey!!! look at him go!! anyways I love shadybug btw. by far the best design tehe .

[111cbz]

[asleep-kat]

A bird with clipped wings.

A bird with clipped wings, When the scent of blood sinks, Nibbled at the strings, Until its akin to mangled things. Stretch your wings, Oh, your gleeful cries sings! When the snow falls on your feathers, Just know you're out of your tether. When your blade sinks into silver, With all and unending vigor, Just know, just know, On the blood-stained snow,

You are a bird with clipped wings, Yet so F R E E.

[fernsensei]

and heeere it is! some thoughts on "what if gabriel and v2 met", the comic i've been working on much longer then i would've like to confess! i'm happy with the way it turned out to be and who knows, maybe i'll do a second part once i figure out how to bring this all to the culmination👁👁 hope you'll enjoy reading as much as i've enjoyed drawing!<3

[cataclysmic-cathexis]

[the-bi-fangirl-biatch]

*gomens 2 spoilers*

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THE FACT THAT MOST OF THE "CLUES" THAT THEY HAD ABOUT GABRIEL LOSING HIS MEMORY ALL CAME FROM HIM AND BEELZEBUB LIKE

the matchbox -> that was where they put their gift to him that night in the pub, the first thing he was ever given

the song "everyday" by buddy holly -> it was a song that they liked that he REMEMBERED. he remembered it, declared that he liked it because they did, and then went on to make sure it plays in that pub in Edinburgh to comfort the afflicted

AND!! THE REASON HE LOST HIS MEMORIES IN THE FIRST PLACE WAS BECAUSE HE ENJOYED SPENDING TIME WITH THEM!!! HE WAS HONOURING THEIR AGREEMENT TO NO ARMAGEDDON!! AND THAT'S WHY HE LOST HIS MEMORIES!!

and not only fucking that

HE WAS ON HIS WAY TO GO TO THEM, AFTER HE KNEW HE WAS GOING TO BE PUNISHED.

he made plans, he wanted to go to them for help or protection or just to be there. when he asked aziraphale "you know what it's like when you don't know anything at all, and yet you're totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person?" HE MEANT BEELZEBUB!!!

I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS IS REAL

[serendippertyy]

screenshot..redraw.,,,

i finished this super quick because good omens and its fandom has reignited my love for drawing and I'm so thankful for that, I was in such a hellish stupor for so long and now I'm really happy with how my art is progressing, so yeah thank u my lovely supporters (and bee and gabe lol) (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) 💕💕