#tmc x reader

[pastelclovds]

yo @trianglesimp, imagine after reader fucked the other alternates, they decide to keep reader and make their home as their hangout place or a place to gather more alternates into our world, and ofc reader is chill with it.

reader doesn’t fear going outside after dark due to the alternates they’ve befriended always guarding them from other alternates who’d want to hurt them. reader isn’t fazed when they see dark, distorted figures eyeing them everywhere they go. all they see are desperate creatures who want a taste of their dick and euphoric orgasms, and reader is always happy to indulge in their needs cause it’s 100 times better than using their hand to get off.

gabriel is both amused and surprised that reader had survived this long after encountering a number of his creations, and the fact that reader is not even afraid of them nor throwing a fit over them staying in their home is beyond impressive. not only that, but the stories his servants told him about your… sexual acts has him curious. gabriel feels torn over wanting to indulge in his needs or simply killing reader. he decides to let you live with the excuse fact that his creations find you entertaining, and that if they ever need relief; they can use you. your future is unpredictable at the moment, but one thing is predictable, you will have these creatures by your side for a long time (and meet their leader very soon).

i also have a funny scenario that involves reader and an acquaintance they have in their workplace.

you were currently chilling on the couch and sharing a bowl of popcorn with an alternate that was watching the television along side you. it was a cheesy romcom that you’ve quickly lost interest in, but the alternate continued to stare at the screen intently.

you had assumed that since they had used electronics to travel wherever they’ve please, that they would have known about the media that electronics produced. but the fact that their blank, dark eyes continued to stare at the show with curiosity and slight fascination was… kinda adorable.

but still, you remember this one very vividly because they were the first one whom you had railed the hell out of. you still have the looks of pleasure on their faces engraved in your mind as you made them lose theirs. you could tell they have never experienced pleasure that you have given them, and they were greedy for more.

their long, distorted limbs wrapped around your body nearly twice as you continued to ravage into their cunt. harsh thrust after thrust made them forget that their original purpose for you was, they continued to cry out to their creator as they squirted over your pelvis and you didn’t stop until you buried yourself to the hilt and filled them up with warmth that doesn’t compare to anything else. you’ve allowed yourself to drift off to your own fantasies of how it would feel if you had owned the alternate beside you.

make them wear a collar with your name on it, make them choke on your dick while their on all fours, and make them scream your name as you rail them in a park, church, anywhere public. so that if any poor, unfortunate soul were to see your acts, they would know who your alternate belonged to. you were snapped out of your thoughts when a frail looking claw-hand landed on your thigh.

the alternate was staring into your eyes, their pupils were pitch black and held a pleading and desperate sort of emotion within them. their hand moved from your thigh to your crotch, you let out a small gasp when they slid their cold, slim fingers inside your boxers and began to fondle your balls.

you let out a breathy chuckle as you imagined the alternate with a wet pussy, and like magic, it appeared between their thighs. the alternate began to shiver and let out low labored breaths as you slipped your own fingers to play with their clit. “i-i knew you were here for a reason, i asume you want the usual? fucking this pretty pussy until nobody else but me get to use it, filling it to the brim with my cum until you become pregnant, is that what you want, pretty thing?” you ask as you removed your sweatpants and threw it off to floor somewhere.

the alternate nodded quickly as they rolled their hips along with your fingers, and gasped when your fingers entered their pussy and began to finger them furiously. “as much as i love seeing you lose yourself to my fingers, i-i can spread for both of us when i say that we should get to the main event.” you spit onto your palm and stroked your cock to full hardness as well as to lube it, and once that was done, you pushed them down onto the couch and lifted their long legs over your shoulders.

the alternate let out a distorted howl when you entered them and didn’t waste time with waiting, the living room quickly became humid as you thrusted in and out of their drooling pussy, their warm walls made it hard for you to not cum right then and there, but you wanted to make them cry and beg you for more until they couldn’t.

a sudden ringing from your phone made your movements stop for a second, the alternate whined when your pleasurable thrusts came to an end, you simply pulled their legs from of your shoulders and wrapped them around your waist (you noticed how their legs immediately tightened around you) and grabbed your phone that was on top of a small cabinet beside your couch. “sorry baby, why don’t you ride me while i’m taking this call?” you almost couldn’t finish your sentence due to the alternate pouncing on top of you and moving it’s hips in a fast pace.

you looked at who the caller was, it was simon from your workplace, you answered him. “what do you want simon i’m— oh fuck-, r-really busy right now,” you tried your hardest to try to pay attention to what he was saying, something about him being worried because you haven’t shown up in work for the past few days or some shit. you were too fixated on the sight of your cock disappearing inside the alternate and the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin to focus on simon.

at the moment, nothing else mattered except for fucking this creature dumb. who needs work when you have this one and their friends at your doorstep. “what is that noise, are you okay?” simon asked, “oh- i’m more than okay, keep moving your hips faster baby, cum on my cock.” on your command, the alternate let out a cry that distorted all electronics nearby before creaming around your cock, the sight alone was enough to make you burst inside them.

“what the!? are you fucking somebody while on call with me?” your acquaintance asked in disbelief, you bit your lip when you saw your mixed releases drip from the alternate’s cunt and down your balls. “fuck yeah i am,” you chuckled before bidding simon goodbye and hanging up. the alternate let out a whimper as the began grinding on your dick once more, what a greedy little thing. you wrapped one of your arms around their waist and thrust your hips up into their used cunt, “you’re desperate to milk another one outta me, aren’t you?” the alternate nodded frantically, moving along with your thrusts as it spewed out strings of moans.

you were caught off guard when you heard static coming from your tv, the romcom was long gone. in the gray mess on your screen, a hooded figure made himself known, and he was staring intensely at the mess between your cock and the other alternate’s pussy.

you couldn’t help a grin overtaking your face, “hello six, the usual as well?” you we’re gonna be busy after all, and not with work.

authors note: well, i’ve officially descended into madness. that or it’s just my monterfucker brain going crazy because it’s nearly october. I hope you’ve enjoyed this, cause i did ;). love you! 💙

[emma045]

Y/N: are u my trauma?

Gabriel: what

Y/N: because I can't get u out of my head

Gabriel: what are you talking about human

Y/N: trauma rizz

[doukeshi-kun]

𝙖𝙡𝙩!𝙜𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡 + 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

notes ✥ omg keshi finally writes another character??

content ✥ gn!reader, petnames (my child, little lamb, dearest), alt!gabe is being creepy but nothing serious, is this horror or an attempt

“I really can't thank you enough.”

“Oh, dearest. You have repeated such gratefulness so many times.”

“I-I know. It's just… you know, it's dangerous out there at this hour and you went through the trouble to get me some groceries.” You sigh as you unpack the groceries that your friend had bought for you. He is just standing right at the entrance of your kitchen, watching you. His stance is straight and tall.

You met ‘Gabriel’ through an internet online space. Though you know the danger of technology these days, especially in Mandela County, you cannot help but keep connecting with Gabriel. After several online conversations—both of you decided to go out for a friendly date, as you call it.

And you are glad that you decided to continue talking with him in that online space. Fortunately, he is not an Alternate or some kind of monster you have heard stories about. Gabriel looks like a literal angel—his skin is fair and flawless, his hair is blonde and long. Though he looks slender from afar, he is much more toned than you expected. His eyes are sharp and dark—for some reason, his gaze is full of mystery as if he possessed some kind of forbidden knowledge. Plus, his gaze does feel a bit malicious—but that's probably your imagination.

“Is it that dangerous?” Gabriel asks as you are unloading stuff into your fridge. You pause and turn your head towards him, confused. Is he unaware of Alternate’s existence?

“W-Well… Yes.” You say. “Have you never experienced any… paranormal encounters?” You ask. As you remember correctly, Gabriel has said he has been here in Mandela County since long ago. He looks older than you—it is very likely he has seen some shit, no?

Gabriel instead smiles before he cackles. His cackle does not sound humanly for a quick second before he eyes you again. “Right…” He says before he leaves the kitchen. You frown, confused by his strange act. He feels… off, tonight.

You shrug and continue to arrange the stuff in your fridge before you hear a loud thud coming from the living room. You rush out from the kitchen, only to find nothing out of the ordinary in your living room.

Your living room is dark, lacking any lights other than the moonlight from the window. You look around, trying to find Gabriel. He wouldn't just leave unannounced, right? He is a polite man.

“Gabe?” Your small voice echoes in the room. “Gabe, where are you?” You ask again as you walk slowly to the door, making sure it is locked—it is a basic step to avoid confrontation with any Alternate after all.

You check the window and for a second, you see Gabriel's reflection in the glass—he is standing at the kitchen’s entrance, with a strange wide grin on his face. You gasp, turning around quickly, only to find no one is standing there.

And the first thing that comes to your mind is just—you are having an encounter.

Breathing hastens, legs fasten, you run to your room and immediately, you slam the door shut and twist the lock. You drag the stool from your dressing table and block the door with it.

“The window…” you mumble, remembering the only window you have in the bedroom. You rush there and push the curtain away to check the lock. However, you notice that the night sky which is supposed to be illuminated with moonlight has turned solid black.

There's no cloud waving away, there's no moon shining through. A complete darkness.

“My, my.”

Your fingers are shaking and your fingertips feel numb as you notice a very tall man in a white robe, dark eyes and sinister grin standing just right behind you from the reflection on the window. He is staring at you, right at your reflection.

Your throat is struggling to make a noise, even a simple call for help. Even when your body has a little courage to take an inch step back, you only stumble against his chest and it dooms on you when you realize how close he is right now to you and how dangerous this situation is.

You don't even know if praying even helps.

And yet, your heart is repeating prayers to God, asking Him to forgive all your sins, give you an ounce of mercy and save you from this misfortune—just save me, save me, God, please save me, help me, help me, help me

“It is almost endearing to hear you beg for me to save you from myself, my child.”

His voice is a deep haunting whisper as he brings his hand—his fingers are strangely slender and long, his nails are sharp—and traces your face with the tip of his nails. You shut your eyes, trembling in fear as you feel slight pain from the tiny scratches on your skin.

“God, h-help me, h-help…” The words come out like a string of cries—and the being behind you just laughs, mocking your fruitless prayer. You refuse to open your eyes, in fear you might stare back into his reflection.

Gabriel’s hand strokes your cheek before you feel his touches slowly leaving you. He traces his finger from your cheek to your neck and down down to your spine before it retracts away.

“I have feared my little lamb too much, it seems. It was fun to play with you for a moment, my dear. I will see you tomorrow. Do not hide. I will find you.”

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[lem0nt1ddy]

★¸.•☆•.¸★✩ PRINCESS GABRIEL ✩★⡀.•☆•.💅💅💅

[yeowhy]

[ “The Devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy.” ]

cw :; smut [ Gabriel/M!Reader :: corruption kink, guided masturbation, praise kink, voyeurism, pet names (reader receiving), p.w.o.p, no actual penetration . . there definitely will be if I do a second portion, though!! ] FEM DNI. extra ;: tall gabriel. very tall (though not mentioned). yummers. reader is a follower of gabriel, but not an alternate. . oh! Gabriel is referred to as "Mister Gabriel" once. this was also requested!!

a/n :: my mother had just invited me to a church class and I was going to decline until I got this request . . i ended up going for some ideas. ⭐️ THIS IS ALSO NOT PROOFREAD. we die like jonah/adam; foolishly. ( forgive me for that . . )

Gabriel ( despite being who he is ) isn’t someone who necessarily gets aroused or has any kinds of those thoughts . .

but when it comes to you, however.

just the thought of taking your innocence, whether it be forcibly or consensually, is enticing.

just look at you! his loyal, innocent, dear, follower. he can’t help it,

he wants to teach you anything he can that you aren’t aware of, or have ever tried. whether it be sexual, or not. he wanted to plague and corrupt you and your mind.

gabriel’s thin yet firm hands traced your face, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, smiling. not the smile he’d use when intimidating or revealing himself to the people in the county, full of malice and greed, but a different one. he seemed happy. . excited.

“ my dear dove,” the false angel cooed, holding your face in between his hands as if it would break with one false move, “ would you like to learn something . . new, today?”

he starts by saying that what he'd be teaching you would bring you closer to him, and would strengthen your bond and loyalty. .

and, of course, you believe him. as a loyal follower of gabriel's, of course you would!

the false archangel's hands begin to creep farther up your chest, underneath the plain, white, dress shirt you had been wearing previously. he stared down at you, face seeming concentrated and stern as his fingers began to lightly tweak and pull at your nipples.

small gasps and whined slipped from you, confused on what was going on and what gabriel was doing. . but you trusted him. he had said the teachings you were going to receive would strengthen your fellowship, so might as well go through with it. there was no backing out now, anyway. .

" mm- mister gabriel? " you mumbled softly, not sure if it would be alright to speak at such moment. what were you even meant to do, anyway? just sit and watch?

" yes, my dove?" he replied, voice soothing and calm. he stared into your eyes, smiling that excited smile again, stopping all movements to pay full attention to what you were going to say.

you gulped now that all his attention was towards you, nervously staring down at his hands as they rested against your chest. " wh- what am I supposed to do? surely all the work isn't just on your part. ."

you were so innocent and adorable.

" mm. you're right," the other replied. " turn around for me, dear. I'm going to show you an . . exercise, and then then you do it on your own. alright?" a simple nod from you was given, turning around so your back was pressed against his upper body.

slowly, he took your hand into his, slipping them both underneath your pants and undergarments, taking hold of your already half hard cock. " oh?" gabriel mumbled to himself, smiling to himself against your neck.

a sharp inhale came from you, beginning to squirm and shake. " ah - did I do something wrong?" you tilted your head back, looking up at the 'angel.' you poor thing, sensitive and worried . . he almost felt bad for how he was going to plague your mind and fill it with filth.

gabriel shook his head, beginning to guide your hand around your cock. he slowly moved your hand, squeezing slightly below your tip so you would follow - small gasps and moans falling upon gabriel's ears. you sounded so delightful.

" good boy."

now that was shocking. your legs tensed, starting to close together from those two simple words. meaningless praise that had you reacting this way, it felt surreal. there was a soft yet strong pressure building somewhere in your body . . but then it ceased. just when Gabriel's hand had pulled his and your hands away together.

you panted repeatedly, legs shaking still as your back slumped against his chest. it felt so tiring, even when you had barely done anything. " now, dove, try it yourself. " Gabriel commanded, humming contently as his hands pulled your pants and underwear down mid-thigh so he could observe properly.

slowly, you began to pump your hand up and down, following what gabriel had guided you to do, but something about it . . it didn't feel nice, nor was the pressure coming back. even when gabriel was guiding you, it had been your hand, so why didn't it feel as . . good?

mewling, you peered up at Gabriel, whining to him about how it didn't feel . . nice. " my poor dove." he cooed mockingly, though you didn't seem to catch it. gabriel pried your hand away from your now throbbing and aching cock, wrapping his own hand around it.

then he began to stroke up and down, squeezing slightly at the base and the tip, rubbing the slit softly with the pad of his thumb. your moans became more and more erratic and messy, the pressure building again, though far stronger than before.

with a few more pumps of gabriels hand and you were shaking, your legs closing tightly around gabriel's hand and wrist, the pressure beginning to fade slowly. slowly, gabriel opened your legs again with his spare hand, having you look down at the mess.

there was a substance of some sort coating gabriels hand and a part of your thigh, dripping down. your eyes drooped, mumbling a soft apology to Gabriel about the mess. . falling asleep not even a few moments later.

oh, Gabriel was going to teach you so much later on.

[the-rocket-scientist]

HEADCANON: Yandere! Alt.Gabriel (Romantic)

My first headcanon requested by pseudomarionette on Wattpad, this chapter was written on my Wattpad and AO3 long ago

- Lucifer is NOT delusional when in love. At all. He knows what he is doing is harmful. If the person he likes doesn't love him, he knows. He is aware of everything he is doing. He's intelligent, so take out the possibility that the fact he could be delusional. Because he knows delusion could blind him and make his actions rash. That could ruin his plan, right? So he is extremely coordinated at everything he is doing, every tiny bit of action. Especially if it's directed towards his love interest.

- Sadistic bitch. Will do anything to manipulate his love interest, even if it means hurting them, or even killing other people they care about when they are directly watching. If he wants to see his love interest suffer, they will suffer. Either in mental pain, emotional pain, physical pain (most of the times all of the above, in preferred order from favorite torture method to the least fav) he will enjoy it. Not a nice guy :/

- Possessive. Will see his love interest as a beautiful puppet or doll. He will take good care of what is his and is beautiful just like him. But he will erase their memories to forget everyone and everything they knew except for himself. Now his love's attention is all focused on him, and only him. And so he will return the favor and direct his whole attention to them.

- Also a tsundere. He will never admit he loves his love interest. You could only figure out that he loves them by the nicknames he calls them.

- Nicknames for love interest: "My child." (most preferred) "My love." (Very rarely used, as it exploits his weakness of love towards his most favorite being in the cosmos.)

- But he is nice to his love interest for most of the times. It's only when even the smallest of rebellion against him will get them into manipulation and torture. 

- Portrays himself the most beautiful as possible in his false angel form when around his love interest. Long wavy blonde hair, fair skin, cold, slanted almond blue eyes that never shine. He is tall and magnificent, his love interest would only reach his chest in terms of height (no matter how canonly tall they are, for Lucifer adjusts his height to always be this way). His white robes trail down to cover his elegant bare feet and slender hands seem to always be clasped behind his back. Note that everything about him is all grayscale except for his blue eyes. He wants them to be impressed and mesmerized by his beauty, and then they'll never leave, memories erased. Even when torturing his love interest he will stay elegant and pretty so they could rely on him while they witness other horrifying things. 

- It is only when he is trying to keep his love interest as close as possible from a perceived threat, and his last resort to breaking them psychologically is when he reveals his true form.

- He is able to summon his wings. They look flawless at first, but on closer inspection you could see withered and burnt feathers between the pearly white ones. He uses these to give the illusion he is flying (he can already levitate without them) and to hug his love interest.

- He is cold, body temperature wise and personality wise. He isn't clingy most of the time, so if his love interest is a touch-starved person, he will push them away with his telekinesis powers or with one hand. He will hug them when he wants to. His demeanor can be cold and mean to most people, which is what Lucifer wants. It is a weakness to show affection and care to anyone on peering eyes. So even though this is his natural personality, he strengthens this even more on his love interest especially in public. He has to keep his reputation, after all.

- Because of the powerful reputation he has to hold, and because he doesn't want his love interest being seen or them seeing others, and the potential chance they could perish from existence, or get stolen, he will isolate his love interest in his confusing castle w/hallways that stretch for infinity. As much as possible, which is forever. 

- His words are very well said and sweet. Who wouldn't fall for his well-constructed sentences, with fancy lettering and elegant speech?

- (You shouldn't, by the way. This is almost exactly how Satan biblically deceives people :< so please be careful when around Lucifer) 

- Yes, he is the devil Satan himself. There, I said the Unspeakable name. Twice now in this chapter. Fun. Time to die. (Room literally explodes)

- It's unlikely he will fall for anyone. But it's not impossible, so if he does, his love interest is very unlucky and therefore have no escape. They are fated to fall into his hands unless they turn to God and gain His help. If He is unavailable for whatever reasons God has, the love interest is fucked. He will do whatever it takes to get them by his side. (Shown accurately in all endings of Yandere! Alt.Gabriel X Reader, and briefly in 6 X Reader.) One day, as long as he exists, his love interest will eventually end up in his hands and memories erased and manipulated. 

- Don't worry, he desires no children. His body is built asexual, so his body is neither feminine nor male. His love interest could get assaulted but not to the point of taking their virginity away (because he can't physically do that). 

- So to summarize this lengthy thing in a NUTSHELL: Haha, such wonderful relationship! :D Totally non-toxic, healthy, loving!! 

- You should run before he sees you.

- But wait.

- You have nowhere to run.

- Turn to God instead and pray for Him. If not, say goodbye to yourself.

(No reader insert because other people are included in this factor that could possibly be his love interest. Like OCs, you, or other people from any fandom. So you or the OCs or anyone else are referred to as "Love interest" w/ They/Them pronouns)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

That with mark and alternative Y/n was so adorable!!! :0

May i request like the aftermath headcanons? Like Mark begins to trust alternative Y/n and sees them now as his Guardian “Angel” and they become a duo! him bragging around school catching others attention like adam and Jonah? :3

Aw thanks! I'm glad you liked it! Also we're calling this an AU where "all the victims are besties and attend the same school"

If y'all wanna read the prequel it's here!!!!!

.................

Mark had prayed all his life for a guardian angel.

Never did he think one would come as an Alternate, of all things.

But...how else could he describe you?

Ever since that night, you've kept your promise to protect him, keeping him safe from the others who wanted to prey on his loss of faith and hope.

It still took a while for him to fully trust you, though, getting jumpy whenever he spots you in the corner when he's about to sleep or hears your voice all of the sudden.

And of course his nightmares have gotten 10x worse, but you're always there to comfort him.

The worst ones are where you sell him out to your "Savior", though those eventually faded.

You only went into hiding when Thatcher visited his house for a wellness check after his school's receptionist got concerned with his prolonged absence.

He didn't give away the fact you were still present, but did report his encounters with the other hostile Alternates, allowing the lieutenant to collect evidence.

Once Mark is determined not to show any M.A.D symptoms, he's okay enough to go back to school, where you still watch over him regularly.

Alternates haven't found a way to infiltrate schools yet, but you didn't wanna take any chances.

From your observations, you learn that he's quite the shy/loner kid, sometimes getting teased by others for his personality alone.

You also learned that Cesar usually rushed to his defense...but with him gone, Mark was pretty much on his own now.

One day, he's drawing you during class. But when the teacher left the room for a minute, some jerk snatched his "Reassurances" notebook and made fun of him in front of everyone.

He managed to get it back, but he hid in the bathroom during lunchtime and cried for a while until you appeared in the mirror and asked what's wrong.

Long story short, you gave the bully M.A.D later that night and left them to their fate (spoiler: they were part of the 3% who lived, unfortunately, but they dropped out of school).

Mark's not one to condone this kind of thing from you, but....you actually did him a huge favor by getting rid of them. They've bullied him for years--ever since the day he shared that "scary night" story back in elementary, in fact, and they never let it go.

With them gone, he becomes a bit more confident in himself, eventually telling his friends about how an Alternate actually helped him.

Ofc seldom few actually believe him, though it definitely caught the attention of Adam, Jonah, Sarah, and Evelin.

They're trying to get a paranormal/ghost-hunting club established and think it would be neat to have a friendly Alternate as their mascot and/or helper.

They are surprised when Mark agrees to join, considering he used to say it was "demonic" and didn't want anything to do with the club--but you've changed his perspective.

Obviously they don't want any authority figures getting word of an Alternate hanging around the school, so they do their best to talk to you in secret, learning how you helped their friend that night and why you're so benevolent towards innocent humans.

Sarah and Jonah are lowkey nervous interacting with you (Sarah bc her brother nearly died thanks to the actions of two other members of your kind, and Jonah bc he's skittish around all things scary).

If anyone trusts you, though, it's Mark.

[lumierexfics]

Alt Gabriel x reader but the reader is stubborn to anything he says and does the opposite of anything he says to do, for example: “Dove, could you do the dishes please?” The reader would do 2 dishes, if not, none

Chat Log Name : The Devil didn’t make me do it!

Chat log description : Alternative Gabriel ‘tries’ to understand the reader who is surprisingly stubborn.

Online users : Alternative Gabriel, Reader

A/N : Gabriel is going to be very OOC!

-> ao3 link

You crossed your arms, wearing your winter clothes. Tightly bundled up and the cold air brushed against your face while you looked down at the freshly fallen snow as you hated listening to Gabriel since he could never understand your emotions.

‘Fitting for something that isn’t human to not—‘, you thought.

“Fitting for something that isn’t human to not,” he said. “Fitting what, my dove? Aren’t you going to finish the thought?”

You jolted and turned to him, the crunching of the snow underneath your shoulder. Hated when he would appear at random.

“Stop that!” You stated. “Don’t do that, Gabriel!”

His head turned to look at you with empty eyes, wearing simple winter clothes that weren’t too puffy but looked somewhat comfortable.

“Stop what?” He inquired. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I just wanted you to finish your thought, now finish it.”

Gabriel’s eyes peered into your now trembling body. His smile only stretched further, too many teeth in a smile while soft whispers came to your ears.

“That isn’t…Fitting for something that isn’t human to not understand emotions—human emotions,” you stammered.

“Good,” he said. “Now, you feel so better. Let’s go back inside.”

“No,” you said. “I haven’t been outside in weeks, Gabriel. I don’t want to go back inside.”

Gabriel somehow managed to convince you back into the house as you didn’t want to be inside; too stuffy and suffocating. He remained, festering at the sight of a cut on your finger and watching how you repaired your own finger.

“Why did you wash the knives first?” He asked. “You should’ve started with bowls.”

“Because I wanted to, Gabriel,” you replied.

You stopped washing the dishes and wiping your hands on a dry rag while you leaned on the doorframe. You finally looked up at him, seeing something that wasn’t him.

[herr-aka-somecutenerd]

Alternate Gabriel with an anti social S/O

(very self indulgent)

TW: misanthropy?; mention of global issues and politics

alt. Gabriel with someone who's not a dan of public events like parties or meetings.

someone who's not interested in other people who aren't their friend or relative (unless maybe they themself find some stranger interesting)

someone who would've better walked somewhere less crowded with Gabriel alone.

the exception might be some festivals s/o might be interested in, but then again they would invite Gabriel with them. Gabriel, interested in human culture, would gladly follow them. you would stick to Gabriel the entire time though, as you're not fond of crowds.

someone who'd rather walk somewhere out of town - in the forest, at the river, etc., collect pretty looking rocks, look for peculiar caterpillars or plants, enjoy the presence of nature around.

Gabriel can get you anywhere. should you say that you wish to be somewhere right at the moment, he would open his arms, inviting you into his embrace, then wrap them and his wings around you, pressing your face to his chest. he would ask you to describe the place you're willing to visit... he doesn't need the description itself, he just needs you to imagine that place as accurate as possible for it to make a trick.

he enjoys your antisocial nature. not fond of other human beings himself, Gabriel is more than willing to listen to all your rants about many people being ignorant, tactless, heartless, bold and noisy.

he would listen to you ranting about global problems caused by humanity: pollution, discrimination, political conflicts, etc. how humanity could've avoided that if a huge part of people weren't such idiots.

if you're in a mood to talk about good sides of humanity he would listen as well. he takes your opinion seriously, so he's genuinely interested in what you'd say about it. and... he comes to agreement with you that besides all the parasitic influence, humanity also have its good sides, and one of them is... love. Romantic love between people. Parental love. Platonic love. Siblinghood. Love to nature. Love to your mother land. Love for a hobby. Love for animals. Etc, etc, etc. Gabriel has witnessed how love in it's complicated form was born, so he can't disagree with you.

There once was a myth in his realm that human marriages can't be happy because humans can never come to an agreement in anything, so he sent one of his demons to the human world to learn out if that's true. And that's when he heard that it is a lie. And now, when he has you, he now knows it for sure. He now learned about true love himself. And he can't disagree that it's the most beautiful thing about humans he had ever known about.

[iguessigotta]

no thoughts head empty what if alt!Gabriel x reader warnings: none here, but there will probably be some with alt!Gabe in the future

you obviously get big scary dog privilege i mean come on

no one's touching you but him

which......might not always be a good thing...?

at least you're safe from the other alters

he wraps you in his wings a lot

i headcanon Alternate Gabriel to be like 12ft tall so. you're tiny compared to him

he puts his hand on your head a lot. just like. engulfs your entire noggin

i also headcanon that he's able to change size to some degree (look he's probably Literally Satan he can do some Weird Stuff ok)

which means he is able to shrink himself down a bit

but 7'2" is the shortest you've ever seen him

he tends to watch you. a lot

i mean he's gotta perfect his disguise and what would be more helpful than a live subject to study?

listen he loves (well...love might not be quite right) you in his own way but he is also some kind of Creature so he's gonna be a bit odd

[its-dari]

To the Heart of It

Pairing(s): Alternate! Cesar Torres X Gender Neutral! Reader

Summary: You try and tell yourself that you didn't lose the love of your life, you just have to keep believing that... But why is the alternate letting you believe your own lie?

A/N: Down the rabbit hole I go, I guess. I wanted to explore this idea so here, I probably won't be writing for the Mandela Catalogue again tho - I won't be taking requests.

(I also again do not have a blog for this, so I'm just posting it on my main.)

Warning(s): Angst. Mentions of Suicide and Character Death. Obsessive/Possessive Behavior. Body Horror.

When you came to see Cesar, worried about his lack of correspondence, you didn't even consider the alternates as an obstacle. There would be nothing getting in the way of you seeing him. Come hell or high water.

Bursting into the nearly empty house, you called his name over and over in search. Close to sobbing at the stabbing of anxiety every second you went on without knowing of he was okay.

Cesar's voice was low when it called to you, quiet as your name came from the end of the dark hallway.

You sprinted towards him without hesitation, arms swinging ariund his body. Enough to make him stumble and grunt in surprise.

Sobbing into his neck, you whisper, "I'm so happy..."

He was motionless before he cradled you in his arms.

You knew then that he wasn't Cesar.

Not quite anyway.

His voice would distort and shake between his sweet nothings.

His form, while sharing his face, was different depending on the day.

He'd come back smelling like blood.

But he always came back, always spent his time with you. Reciprocating your affections and "sleeping" in your arms, taking the time to run out to get supplies and make sure the house was stocked.

His laugh was the same, his voice was still gentle as it spoke to you.

He cradled you in his arms like you two were the only people in the world.

He still wasn't your Cesar Torres.

Just a monster wearing his skin.

It was nice to pretend.

But one winter night, tucked in the chest of the thing you knew killed the man you loved...

"I know you're not actually him." You whisper, staring at the swirling darkness at the edges of the room.

Still sleepy, even as the being behind you twitched.

"What do you mean?"

He almost sounded... Nervous.

"I know you're an alternate... I've known this whole time, the minute I heard you speak." You were so tired "... Why did you play along? Let me pretend?"

There was silence, oppressive and heavy. Lanky arms, that were much too powerful, curled tighter around your body.

In the whole of your heart, you couldn't call him an it.

His voice was fragmented, others interspersed between his soft tones.

"I was curious."

"Knew humans do a lot for their loved ones."

"Wanted to see why he loved you so much."

"Wanted to experience what it was like to be loved."

There was an extended silence and the whispers quieted.

"Cesar's" voice came, lips pressed to your ear. His voice was quiet, "Do you still love me?"

You peer into the shadows, your eyes welling with tears. Feeling very alone at the prospect of being left, arms like a vice around you. But he's still here.

He hasn't let go.

You would not cave to dying at your own hands.

Not when you seeked out the answer.

He knew that.

You turn.

His eyes were black as the void, dark and deep.

Your fingers curled around his cheek.

"Are you going to leave if I tell you that I do?" Your voice shook, fingers sweeping through his dark hair.

He shut his eyes, seemingly enjoying the feeling. Sighing quietly, though he is not breathing anymore. As there was no need to do it for show now thst you knew.

"No." His lashes were as dark and pretty as his hair having used photos to make sure he was close as he could be. "I don't think I can anymore."

Lips still soft as he kissed you, murmuring against your mouth. "You're mine now dearest lamb... I won't let you be taken by anything else. Other humans... My own kind... No one, not even yourself."

You whimpered against his lips but it's stamped out as he kissed you deeper, pressing you into the mattress.

"You've given... me a taste of love, made me... burn for you." He said in reverence, voice stalling occasionally "... I love you the way he did."

His face twisted a bit above you, stretching the features of the man you adored into frightening proportions. Smile stretched wide across his face.

"Will you still call me Cesar, dearest?... Can you still love me knowing I am not him?"

You peer at him.

Unafraid.

Just seeing this bastardized version of him should have broken you.

Should have driven you MAD, finally ready to run instead into the arms of death to see an afterlife with the real Cesar.

In the end, you fell in love with this creature.

All because he donned your boyfriend's face.

Cesar, the real one, might curse your name until you died and went to hell. For falling for the creature that killed him and wore his skin.

But as you lived and breathed, it was still love.

Your hands wound around his neck and you kissed his grotesque features, peppering his face.

He sunk into your affections like a cat.

You only smile.

"Do you have another name? Or will just petnames suffice?"

His cold, thin fingers stroke away your tears while his face morphed back into familiar territory.

"... Keep calling me Cesar until we'll pick a new name together."

You hummed, gently drawing him back under the covers. Body curling comfortingly around you.

Protective.

Solid.

... In the end, you still get to be with the man you loved more than anything so you were happy.

And now... So was he.

[pastelclovds]

ngl i feel like six would like slow, passionate sex. he just like gives off pillow princess vibes —🏛

kidnapping children and replacing them with alternates would make anyone tired and want to be taken care of, and YES six is a major pillow princess. he would hide his face with his hood as you fill his ass with cum, and he would try (and fail) to hold back his whimpers as you mark his pale neck with bites. he would feel embarrassed after looking at his cum stained hoodie and more humiliated when he realizes that his fellow alternates watched your whole session. doesn’t mean he’ll stop coming back to you though, he’s addicted to you.

[emma045]

Y/N: where is my copy

Where did they go

Pspspspsps

Alternate Y/N come here

Pspspsps

Gabriel: they saw your life and killed themselves

[stillarat]

Hold Me Here

Alt Gabriel x GN! Reader Word count: 420

Warnings: Panic attacks, body horror if you squint

Synopsis: The feeling of eyes lurking over their shoulder has been following them for weeks, though tonight it seems more comforting than usual.

Dragging their feet past the door they slung their bag into the wall underneath the coat rack. The knot in their throat grew tight as they trudged to the bedroom. Hands clenched into fist as their nails dug into skin.

They collapsed onto their bed with a heavy sigh and tears keen to spill past their eyes as they pulled themself onto their comforter. Their own choked sobs filled the room as they wept, the deafening silence of the apartment only further assured them how alone they were. Their eyes grew raw as they continued on the cycle of stifling and wiping tears, over, and over, and over it was isolated, infinite, and a true exercise in futility.

Evening began to set in when sun shone through their aged blinds, backlit as a long shadow slowly engulfed their own. The light from the windows flickered out like a lamp as with a shuddery breath they craned their head upward.

There he stood like a luxurious statue, belonging in some eccentric philanthropist’s garden, or a grand church courtyard. Yet here he stood, eyes blank without meaning, and an expression like stone. He towered past the door frame, their breath hitched in their throat as he gilded forward neck bending back to fit past the walkway. 

“What has done you so wrong myne love?” His voice crackled like static through the air.

“Who- What are you?”

“Nevermind such things, why do you weep?”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Hush now– do you truly believe me to be a danger to you? How insulting,”

They crawled farthing back onto their bed, as he kneeled by the foot of the thing. Their eyes darted back and forth, from the open door and back to his eyes. He leaned his forearms onto their bed, his gaze grew soft and sympathetic.

Pulling himself up on the bed, he crawled toward them, resting his head by their feet.

“Oh lovely, whatever shall I do with you?” He said grabbing onto their leg pulling them closer.

They faltered at his touch, a comfort they hadn't felt in so long, the comfort a friend– a lover. But with what, what was this adoring angelic being before them? He filled their heart with such dread, but his touch too consoling to resist, and at a time like this no less– what were they to do but give in?

“Just this once, this once…” They whispered to themself, collapsing back onto their pillows.

“Yes my lovely, nothing bad,”

[desmond69miles]

i, lynn, am in love with satan.

so, naturally, i deliver word spew.

uh… nsfw???

alternate gabriel is mean, sick, and grueling. as the depiction of full evil, satans counterpart, he wouldn’t see of you as human, nor would think of you as his equal. a angel, perhaps, or maybe a demon, he could get behind.

nothings better than corrupting a sweet little innocent angel!

while gabriel is usually hanging out on hells doorstep, he doesn’t mind inviting you down to the mortal realm to have a little fun.

this fun does not occur in a place that could corrupt you, no, that’s left to gabriel. leaving the alternates to get rid of the people in the church, he’d becon you inside, an angelic voice calling out to you.

who wouldn’t? he’s an archangel after all.

his personality is slowly unraveled as he gains your trust.

offering you with temptation, coaxing you with sin.

often, you catch glimpses of a distorted smile or eye.

the third month he knows you, he decides it’s time to snip your wings and rip your halo apart.

offering you into the church once again, he allows you to drink the blood of satan christ, cold and sleek fingers gently undoing your silk robes. you denied the first time, however, you soon allowed him to continue at the thought of being such a powerful beings lover. spouse. god wasn’t even as powerful as him, the one who created you.

you were sure going to be outlawed from hell.

gabriel gently lays you back on fine marble, allowing your robes to separate you from the cold stone. his nimble fingers spread your legs, lifting your legs up and pressing them into your chest.

“so, so…” he breathed, voice dragging. “so heavenly, so beautiful. let us be joined together in this dance.”

[morgandoesstuffsig]

Can I request the jealousy reactions from the Victims of Mandela Catalogue? I read your other post of victims reacting to receiving affection my heart just absolutely soared. If it’s too complicated, don’t do it. :]

HOLY SHIT MY FIRST REQUEST!!! HIHIHI<333

ofcofc, if it's on my masterlist then I'll def. write it <3 love the victims frfr

also ty for the compliments, got me melting over here💕

c.w // jealousy (obv..), d/ckhead (?) in mark's part ngl, also really oblivious reader

JEALOUS MUCH?

start under cut.

MARK HEATHCLIFF

look at the goofy lil skrunkly

he doesn't get jealous easily

or in general

but...

if you're skipping or canceling hangouts with him just to see someone else constantly...

well, you'll see--

"Hey (Y/N)!" Mark called out behind you. You'd been walking around with (?), and he just happened to be close by.

"Hey Mark." You greeted with a smile as he jogged up to be by your side.

"Who's this?" He asked, pointing at (?).

"Ah! This is (?), my new friend! We've been hanging out a lot!" You exclaimed, and Mark nodded, smiling. But then, (?) locked arms with you and leaned into your side.

"Yeah, me and (Y/N) have been hanging out pretty much everyday this month, only besides the short 2 days when she was hanging out with you." (?) said, with a condescending smirk on their face as they stared down at Mark.

"..I see." He turned to look at you, "Is this the one who keeps having you cancel the hangouts?"

"I don't force (Y/N) to do anything, I think they just like a little better than you--" (?) started.

"I'm sorry? I don't like any of my friends more than the other!! You're all my friends, so I like you all equally!! Please don't pick another fight, (?).." You interjected. (?) just rolled their eyes and looked back at Mark.

"We've got somewhere to be right now, so goodbye." (?) said turning around and attempting to take you with them.

Mark grabbed you other arm softly and pulled you out of (?)'s arm lock, and silently lead you two away from (?).

yeah..

ya'll just left (?) in the middle of nowhere

oh well

skill issue

CESAR TORRES

go homosexual alternate go!!

yeah he's technically an alternate the entire timeline so...

he's one here too

since alternates don't usually feel, well, feelings

jealousy is new to Cesar

he has no idea why he gets that clenching feeling in his stomach when he sees you with (?), all close and even just slightly touching

and that voice telling him to just take you away from them is getting louder and louder

so what does he do?

he listens to it.

There you were, laughing with (?). You two had just gotten back from a fun time at a carnival in the next town over, and (?) was walking you home.

"Oh! Remember how scared you were on the Ferris wheel? Your face was priceless!" You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Oh, shut up!" (?) said, nudging you with their elbow.

"You know--" You started, but then (?) stopped moving and laughing. They were staring at something straight ahead in fear; you followed their eyes to see Cesar, standing ahead, just a couple feet away. The only thing that really scared (?) was that half of his face was missing besides his eye.

yeah safe to say your friend ran away

"why'd you--"

"I missed you."

yeah he took you away after that <3

away as in home

ya'll had a fun time there doing whatever it is you do with someone

idk i havent had human contact in years leave me alone /hj

JONAH MARSHALL

cute and goofy. perfect combo. just add in some stupid.

↑ recipe to make ur very own jonah

anygays

he is very goofy

so it seems impossible for him to get jealous right??

wrong.

he gets jealous very easily

and constantly tbh

he'll just pout at you and whoever he's jealous of

You were sitting at a restaurant with Jonah and (?). You and (?) had been chatting the entire time since they sat across from you, and the normally very loud Jonah was dead silent.

"Yeah so then I--" (?) started, but you stopped listening after a second because you felt something tug at your (shirt/sweater) sleeve. You looked next to you to see a pouting Jonah, with his cheeks all puffed out and goofy lil' mad face. <333

"How come you're not talking to me too??" He whined quietly, and you just had to let out a small giggle.

you had to let him in on the convo

he was back to normal in no time

when you guys left he was very clingy tho

no im not showing favoritism wdym

ADAM MURRAY

lets pretend adam wasnt a fr d/ckhead in the last volume ngl

he is chill

...sometimes

if he's woken up on the wrong side of the bed or sum

then he will get jealous quickly

not as fast as jonah but still

pretty fast

"Yeah so what movie did you want to watch?" You asked (?). You were at your house, and were going to have a movie marathon together.

"I was thinking.."

Little did either of you know, a groggy and grumpy Adam had entered the room, not have founding you anywhere in the other room with him.

"what're you doing?" he said, shocking both you and (?).

"HOLY SHIT ADAM-- You scared us!!" You said, whipping your head back to see him right behind the sofa.

"So?"

"sighh... we're having a movie marathon."

"Move over then, I'm joining."

he had his arms wrapped around you the entire time

silently pulling you closer and closer to him

he kept going 'till you two reached the edge farthest from (?)

poor (?)

they just wanted to watch movies

adam probably dragged you away to make popcorn with him lmfao

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