Ancient Magic

A/N: I wrote this between the hours of 11pm and 2 am… so yep. But I really do love it 🙂

Word Count: 1.5k+ words… oops

“Gabriel, get out! Now!”

Only a few days ago you were your fine, loving self. And then one case happened and now you’ve got a thirst for blood. It seemed like an average witch hunt at the time. But thinking about it now, how could Gabriel be so stupid?

Upon entering the building the witch was suspected to be in, a large wave of energy hit both you and the archangel. You were tossed against the door, slumping to the ground as your body made contact with the hard surface.

Gabriel, on the other hand, was not affected. He found the witch just across the room, with a ball of raw energy in her hands. She wore a devilish grin which faltered as she saw Gabriel unaffected.

With a snap of the archangel’s fingers, the witch disappeared into a cloud of dust. There was no time for questions.

Gabriel quickly rushed to your unconscious side, picked you up and teleported back to the safety of the bunker. You woke up not long after, seemingly unaffected by whatever the witch had done.

That was only days before now.

The blood-red veins in your eyes took hold of the pupils and dragged them into a violent darkness. Your focus is on him alone.

“Gabriel!”

The archangel’s daydream quickly comes to an end as you lunge at him. Gabriel reflexively tries dodging your attack, but his instincts aren’t that sharp. You end up surprisingly knocking the archangel to the ground.

Sam and Dean both have to physically grab you and pull you off of him in order for the archangel to get up.

“Take her downstairs,” Castiel urges, allowing the Winchesters to take you away before turning to his brother.

“What color was the spell that hit you both?”

Gabriel thinks back. It’s almost hard to remember, considering his soulmate has suddenly decided she wants him dead.

“It was red,” he recalls, widening his eyes at his brother in realization.

“Gabriel, that magic has been forbidden for centuries. That’s soulmate magic.”

The archangel nods. He’s very aware of the old magic.

Back when soulmate’s were more common occurrences, someone created a type of magic that used the power of their soulmate bond to wreak havoc. The most used spell was, in summary, a way to split apart soulmates. It caused soulmates to go for each other’s throats until one died. Then the spell would lift and the person alive would have to live with the thought that they killed their mate.

The spell had never been used against angels, as it was made before Heaven started to interfere with humans.

That being said, Gabriel is not affected by the curse, but you are.

“Cas, I killed the witch. She’s dead,” he says, letting out a frustrated groan.

Castiel squints and clenches his teeth.

“I don’t know anything about curing that form of magic. It was created by humans, and as angels, we never experienced it firsthand.”

Again, the archangel nods. He feels so numb and helpless. Normally, everything was at the tips of his fingers, always in his grasp. But this is uncharted territory for once, and he doesn’t know how to solve it.

“There might be something in the library,” Cas offers, as if knowing the defeated look in Gabriel’s eyes.

He needs to help you.

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“Gabriel, you cannot see her, under ANY circumstances. Do you hear me?” Dean instructs, flipping another page in his fifth lore book.

Of course, Gabriel hears him, but the words don’t register in his mind.

“Yeah, uh huh,” he mutters, staring down at the book on the table. He’d hardly read any of it. You were always there to make him focus during research, though you were usually the one doing most of it.

“Gabriel, we’re serious,” Sam yawns, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m going to go get some food real quick,” Gabriel announces, disappearing in an instant despite the boys shouts of protest.

His presence can be felt, you could always tell when he was around.

“Face me like a real archangel,” you tug violently at the chains constraining your hands, “Let me go so I can rip your throat out!”

Gabriel slowly steps into your full vision, getting a view of your broken state. On the inside, you seem just as broken without him as he is without you.

On the outside, as soon as your eyes make contact with his, you go berserk. Screaming, struggling, whatever you can do to try and get at him.

Gabriel is frozen in place. He doesn’t know what to do. The sudden pull of his jacket has him coming to his senses and turning around.

“Go back upstairs,” Dean hisses, pushing the archangel toward the exit.

Gabriel hears Dean trying to calm you down as he closes the door behind him. That’s supposed to be his job. He internally scolds himself for going down there to begin with but he had to see you.

Get yourself together, Gabriel, he thinks, you can survive not seeing her long enough to find the cure.

Days pass with small glimpses of hope here and there but nothing significant in the end. Piles of skimmed through books lay scattered on one half of the library.

Sam and Dean gave you food and would let you upstairs as long as Gabriel was nowhere to be seen.

It is incredibly difficult for Gabriel not to see you. You’re his rock, his everything. He’d rather endure your physical attempts at torture than this.

“Hey, I think I found something,” Dean says, quickly skimming over a small section of the book.

“We’ve said that how many times already?” Gabriel groans, staring intently at a sentence he’s been trying to comprehend for the past five minutes.

“No, this looks right. It says, ‘In order to reverse the spells effects, the spell caster’s soulmate must be killed.’“

For once, the hope that kept being torn down is alive.

“How do we find the witch’s soulmate?” Sam inquires, dropping his book on the table with a thud.

Castiel glances at Gabriel and then back at the Winchesters.

“I believe that since the spell uses the soulmate’s bond and it is still inhabiting Y/n, we can use some of her blood for a tracking spell. If all goes right, it should work.”

Gabriel agrees silently, watching as Sam goes downstairs to somehow convince you that he needs a few drops of your blood. The overwhelming guilt of the situation suddenly hits the archangel. His job as your soulmate has always been to protect you and this time he hadn’t.

Gabriel feels a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“You are projecting because of your grief, brother. What happened to Y/n is not your fault,” Castiel gazes down at his hurting sibling with so much pity that it almost deters Gabriel away.

“I won’t stop until she’s back to normal, Cas,” Gabriel mutters, running his hands sloppily through his disheveled hair.

Castiel nods solemnly, “I expect nothing less of you, Gabriel.”

Sam appears through the doorway, trotting over with a small vial of blood. He places it down on the table next to a bowl Gabriel had conjured up and the rest of the ingredients needed. A detailed map is flattened out directly next to everything.

Castiel begins the spell, tossing in the correct amounts of each ingredient before finally adding in your blood and muttering some words in Latin.

The liquid mixture begins trailing over the edge of the bowl and onto the map. It’s red color looks eerily similar to blood, reminding Gabriel of how you had to be hurt in order for this to work.

The spell stops on top of a small town a few hours north of the bunker. The rest of it would work once the four of them got within a certain distance of the soulmate.

“Let’s go, we’ve got no time to lose,” Gabriel calls, snapping his fingers impatiently and teleporting the four of them in the middle of the town.

Castiel closes his eyes, feeling for the spell to pull him toward their target. He opens his eyes mere seconds later and starts running in the direction of an old farmhouse.

Gabriel knows what he’s doing. He doesn’t need the Mystery gang as backup. Without a second of hesitation, he transports himself into the house.

“Babe, are you-”

A man comes into view in the living room, eyes widening at the sight of Gabriel. He has no time to plead for his life because before the thought can even enter his head, Gabriel has turned him into the same dust that his soulmate was turned into.

The front door bursts open, and as the three men enter, Castiel can feel the spell disintegrating. Gabriel had done it but he is nowhere to be found.

–

“Y/N,” Gabriel quietly tests the waters, praying to his absent father that the cure had worked.

You blink up at him groggily, smiling.

“What’s up, Goldilocks? What happened?” You glance down at the shackles on your arms and feet, “Damn, did we get into some kinky stuff again?”

Gabriel lets out a breathy laugh, rushing to get the restraints off of you and pull you up into a breathtaking hug.

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Mocking Dick 17

A/N: Send me an ask or message if you want to be tagged or would like a link to the past parts! They can also be found by searching Mocking Dick in my blog!

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It was time to get drunk and regret nothing.

After somewhat angrily ignoring Rich on your way to the green room, you’d stuck yourself between your con wives, Briana and Kim.

You were on your fourth glass of wine when the girls noticed your forced happy attitude.

“C’mon Y/n, what’s wrong?” Briana persisted, pushing a beer bottle toward you. She was always the best of influences.

You sigh inwardly. “Well-“

“Y/n, when were you gonna tell us?” Kim exclaimed, sitting down next to you.

You groaned, placing your head into the palms of your hands.

“What is it now?”

Kim shoves her phone into your hands. The screen shows her Twitter mentions, which are quite full of pictures of you and Rich.

“That’s normal…” You trail off, biting your bottom lip. A few would have been normal, but that excessive of an amount meant trouble.

Kim shakes her head.

“All the captions are saying you two are dating. Some girl said you guys let it slip during photo ops.”

Tonight was just not your night.

You were obligated to explain the entire fan encounter and what Rich did.

Both women were your rocks during conventions, so you needed their input. Of course their responses were filled with excitement.

“He wants you two to go public! What’s wrong with that?” Briana squeals and you have to hush her. Rich was just a few tables over; he didn’t need to know you were talking about him.

“The correct answer is there’s nothing wrong with it. You’ve crushed on him for too long to give this up. What’s the deal?” Kim responds slyly, knowing she’s caught you in a loop.

You hold back the urge to argue even though you had no objection to her claims. In all honesty, you had no clue what your sudden anger was about.

“Shoo. Go talk to him. None of this will work without some communication on both sides,” Kim says as both women nudge you toward the table Rich is seated at.

You bit your lip and sigh, a sign that you’ve given in to their relentlessness.

You have to remind yourself that it’s just Rich, the man you once could so easily joke around with.

Kim and Briana sit in their eager state, not too suspicious-looking to the unaware eye, but still enough for them to snoop. Always looking out for you, those two were.

Despite the distinct thumping heartbeat in your chest and the thought of turning back, your feet carried you to the table.

On one side sat Billy, Stephen and Rob, while on the other, Mike and Rich. Thankfully, Rich was on the end. You convinced yourself that he knew you’d want to talk and sat himself there on purpose.

As your figure approached, each one of the men glanced up with a smile, except Rich. His thin, narrowed lips and the way his gaze deliberately avoided yours was a clue to what mood your outburst had put him in.

“Mind if I have a seat?” You ask. It was a simple enough request that even in Rich’s state, he couldn’t say no to.

Rob nods, but you can tell he knows what had went down after he left you two alone. You quickly take the seat next to Rich and easily join the conversation.

Rich keeps to himself more after you jumped in. He had a right to be pissed.

Rob started up a new topic of chords and new songs, to which you and Rich both couldn’t contribute much to. It was the perfect time to act.

So as not to alert the others of yours and his squabble, you typed a short message on your phone and sent it to Rich.

Can we talk?

The message clearly pops up onto his phone and for the first time since arriving in the green room, he looks at you. His head bobs up and down as he scans your face for a sign to what you’re feeling. Upon finding no aggression or anger, he stands up and walks to a corner of the room with you in tow.

As soon as he turns around, you see the lights ahead reflecting off the hazel color in his eyes, knowing you’re done for.

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All in Good Fun

A/N: Random thing I decided to write. 😛

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You took a step forward, a blade in hand and pressing it against a demon’s throat. He gasped beneath you, attempting to escape but finding it futile.

The knife goes right through his heart. Orange sparks flood through the now lifeless body and burn out.

You wipe a stray hair aside from your face and stand up to face Sam and Dean.

“That’s the last one. Let’s get out of here,” Dean says, moving toward the door.

The moment you look at Gabriel to say your line you start laughing.

“Cut!”

You cover your eyes with your hands, laughing off the face Richard was making at you.

“Sheesh, you really got to get your acting together, Y/n,” Jared teases, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You wipe fake tears from your eyes in mock of the other actors.

“I hate you guys,” you groan and look over at a smirking Speight, “Especially you!”

Rich feigns a surprised look, pointing a finger at his chest. “Me? I have done nothing wrong.”

You roll your eyes, steadying yourself in the position you needed to be to redo the clip.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road for real.”

“…and action!”

You burst out into laughter once again.

“Cut!”

Your knees hit the floor in defeat and you surrender the rest of your body to the hard surface.

“I give up,” you call, covering your face to hide the redness of your cheeks. The whole situation was too funny and embarassing to handle.

“I guess I can stop making faces at Y/n. I was simply embracing my inner Gabriel,” Richard’s voice says from a few feet away.

You remove the hands from your vision to see him suddenly hovering above you. He offers out an arm to help you up which you gladly take.

Once you’re standing, you dust off your clothes and warily watch Rich.

“You are the embodiment of Gabriel, don’t even get me started, Speight.”

Rich simply rolls his eyes, the small hint of a genuine smile playing on the rim of his lips.

Broken

Word Count: 800+ words

A/N: Spoilers for Season 13!

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You stepped in the room a moment before noticing the walls.

“Enochian,” you breathe, carefully glancing down at the wounded archangel.

“Sam, Cas, you might want to see this!” You called.

The two came to your voice in just a few seconds, seeming worried. Their eyes foew to the dark ink that covered the walls.

“It’s Enochian,” Sam mumbled.

You sigh, “I know that, genius. Cas, what does it say?”

Cas trails a hand down a few of the symbols and glances around the rest of the room.

“It’s his story of after his death.”

You nod, utterly silent.

Just as Cas opened his mouth to tell the tale, Sam’s phone went off unexpectedly. The youngest Winchester’s gaze falls to the loud device to check for an ID. It’s completely blank.

He presses the speaker button and answers the phone.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end is one all of you are too familiar with. Nothing can stray your hatred for that deep Southern accent.

“Sam Winchester? It’s Asmodeus. I believe you have something that belongs to me. Now, I’ll ask kindly for you to hand it over.”

Everyone in the room glances at a very distraught and traumatized Gabriel. He begins shaking his head and you have to hold him against your chest for his panic attack to stop.

“Not gonna happen,” Sam grits his teeth and frowns.

“Well then. You all have ten minutes to hand him over before I burn down that bunker and take him myself.”

You physically gulped as Sam hung up on the Prince of Hell.

“What are we going to do? It’s not like we have a fully charged archangel right now to help. And Asmodeus is too strong for us to take,” you mutter, placing your face in your hands. Losing Gabriel again wasn’t something you could deal with right now.

Cas raises an eyebrow and pulls the vial of archangel grace from his coat pocket. Sam eyes it warily; you can tell he’s skeptical.

You take the initiative of Cas’ idea, grab the vial and hand it to Gabriel.

“Maybe he just needs to charge up, like a battery,” you add, with a hint of humor.

Gabriel carefully holds onto the grace and a hint of a smile grazes his face. He brings the glass to his lips, letting the bright blue light enter his body.

His eyes close for a split second before they open to search yours.

“Anything?” You quietly hope.

Gabriel shakes his head in defeat.

That’s when the red, flashing sirens went off.

Everyone is the room goes into a silent, controlled panic. Sam and Cas bolt out the door towards the war room. You glance at Gabriel hesitantly, and the two of you follow.

Once all of you are in the main room, a couple demons jump out from the darkness and attack. You protect Gabriel from one demon’s grasp, stabbing it in the chest. Sam and Cas fight with the second one, easilg taking it down as well.

It didn’t seem like much of assault, but then again…

Just as a flutter of hope entered your mind, a white-suited body stepped into the light.

“Long time no see, fellas,” his attention turns to you, “And lady.”

Asmodeus’ hand flicks up.

Sam, Cas and yourself were all tossed against the wall. Asmodeus chuckled darkly.

A group of demons huddles around the archangel. The creatures carries Gabriel up the stairs and toward the door.

Everything seemed to be happening so quickly.

“Now for you three…”

Your throat began to close, and you assumed so did the boys’. You clawed at the invisible hands, desperate for air. Your eyes darted wildly to Gabriel and you silently plead to everything out there for help.

Just as the lights begin to dim, a bright blue glow emanates from the balcony.

Asmodeus loses his hold on the three of you to see what the commotion is. His eyes widen at the sight.

“Gabriel, what are you doing, boy? I broke you!”

The demons around the archangel dissipate into nothing and you can see the grace in him. He’s back.

Gabriel snaps his fingers and Asmodeus starts fo burst into flames.

“By the way, I always hated that dumbass suit.”

In an instant, the prince of hell turns into a pile of ash on the concrete floor.

You take deep breaths, trying to steady your racing heartbeat. Gabriel’s eyes fade back to their normal hazel color and he makes his way down the stairs.

As you’re pulling yourself up to a stand, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your midsection. The immediate scent of candy wafts from the archangel embracing you.

You return the hug as tears form in the corners of your eyes.

Gabriel leans his chin onto your shoulder and whispers something in your ear that Sam and Cas can’t hear.

You don’t seem shocked; all you do is nod solemnly.

With that, Gabriel disappears without saying anything to the boys.

His words ring in the back of your mind.

I’ve got to go, but I’ll be back this time.

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I don’t understand why Tumblr won’t let me tag certain people that I could before…

All That Glitters is Gold

Word Count: 1K words

A/N: Little Gabriel fluff kinda sorta maybe 😉

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Sam, Dean, and Gabriel were in a lot of trouble.

The demons they had been hunting were strategic and too smart. Every part of the trap was planned down to the smallest point.

Sam and Dean were chained down, struggling but at least conscious. Gabriel, being an archangel, was surrounded in a lit ring of holy oil.

All hope seemed lost for the heroes to get out with their lives intact.

That’s when you stepped in.

You’d heard about the demons around town and planned to take your charge tonight. From constant scoping and watching, you were able to see that they were going to kidnap more people.

It was your job to save them.

You peek through the door that leads to a torture chamber of sorts.

Your plan is well thought out and involves not running in gun ablaze. But then you see who the captives are.

Sam and Dean are too preoccupied with trying to escape, and then there’s someone you don’t recognize.

He’s calmer than them. His golden brown hair and eyes catch your attention, but so does the fire around him.

Angel, you think to yourself. The Winchesters always were ones to find aid in the oddest people.

There are a few demons scattered around the room, discussing God knows what.

Sam and Dean are going to owe you for this.

You charge into the room, doing exactly what you decided not to do.

The first demon is easy, and you stab it in the mid-chest. The second is a bit more difficult; you have to dodge a few attacks, but end up taking him down.

As your work is finished, you run your hands through your hair to brush it back.

Sam and Dean watch thankfully as you approach them.

You grab the hands of both Winchesters and hoist them to their feet.

“Been a long time, boys.”

You give them both welcoming hugs.

“Sure has been,” Sam replies with a grateful smile.

Upon seeing your friends, none of you had noticed the archangel still surrounded in a glowing, blue ring of holy fire.

“Hello? In need of a little help over here,” a voice called.

All three of you glance over at the helpless man.

You nonchalantly grab a small water bottle from your pocket and pour it over the fire.

Your eyes inavertently meet the ones of the man in front of you.

“Name’s Y/N, and you are?”

Gabriel never felt himself ever speechless in his entire life besides this moment. You had easily taken down multiple demons by yourself and you somehow looked good even while fighting.

What was he thinking? He’d just met you and hadn’t even introduced himself.

“It’s Gabriel.”

Your eyes widen with a hint of hopeful happiness.

“Gabriel? Like-“

“Exactly.”

Gabriel watches as you process the information and can’t help the small grin appearing on his face.

You reach a hand out for the archangel to shake.

He does so as you say, “Well, any friend of these lugs is a friend of mine.”

Before Gabriel can say a word, Dean starts talking.

“Speakin’ of, you stayin’ in town awhile? We’ve always got a place in the bunker for you.”

You release Gabriel’s hand, at dismay of the archangel, and sigh.

“I don’t know. I just go where I’m needed.”

Somehow, for some reason, Gabriel needed her with him.

–

Despite your vague answer, you couldn’t just let the boys slip out of your hands again. It was a pleasure to work with them as always and the loneliness of hunting was starting to hit.

You had been staying in the bunker for around two months now. In the short time, you had rekindled your close friendship with the Winchesters and Castiel, and also found company in Gabriel.

Most times when Sam, Dean and Cas were on a big hunt, you’d stay behind to do the research on it with Gabriel. You’d gotten bored of just fighting.

One day in particular, you had done the searching for a case and gotten it accomplished. The boys were on their way back from the hunt. That meant you had nothing to do.

Gabriel is lounging on the couch, eyes occupied with a movie playing on the television.

“Do you have wings like Cas?”

The sudden question had startled him from his daydream. He, in fact, wasn’t actually paying attention the what was on the screen. He’d been daydreaming about you lately.

Gabriel felt his heart drop through his chest and land on the floor before her. The thought of her with Castiel did that to him. Angels didn’t show their wings to anyone except potential mates.

“Yeah, I do,” he muttered, grimacing.

You noticed the way his demeanor suddenly changed and wondered if you’d said something wrong.

“Oh. I’ve never seen Cas’ but I was just wondering. He used to teach me about angel lore.”

The relief that washed over his entire being was exciting.

Silence fell upon you and the archangel.

He watched in admiration the way your lips moved when you talked.

“They’re gold.”

You paused a moment, curiously watching the angel. Your eyebrows quirked up.

“What are?” You asked, eyes wide.

“My wings. Brightest gold you’d ever see.”

“Like a gold coin?”

Gabriel chuckled, “Brighter.”

You stared in complete awe, but then felt butterflies run through your stomach.

“Can I see them?”

Gabriel tore his eyes from the television screen to yours.

He cleared his throat, “Did Cas tell you what it means when an angel shows someone their wings?”

It’s not that he didn’t want to, but he wasn’t willing to risk anything if you didn’t know.

You slowly nodded, darting your eyes away from him. The question had made you unconfident and skiddish.

“I understand if you don’t want to. I simply felt something around you that drew me in.”

Gabriel’s features remained stoic and unwavering as his heart leaped in the inside. He focused all his energy on one thing, closing his eyes only to see your smile unfurl as his wings opened up.

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Gone So Soon

A/N: I HAD TOOOOOO

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“Thanks for the rescue and all, but I gotta skidaddle,” Gabriel’s lips form into a fine line as he starts for the door.

You watch in anger, brows furrowed with discontempt.

Gabriel, Sam, and Cas hadn’t noticed that you’d entered the bunker just a few moments ago. But you’d rushed there as soon as Sam told you the news.

“Running off so soon?” You called from under the arch of the main doorway.

At the sound of your voice, all three men turned your way.

Gabriel’s eyes grew wide with all kinds of emotions.

You and the archangel had a past. A long and complicated one, but in the end, the two of you had loved each other.

It wasn’t easy moving on. Guess it was a good thing you hadn’t.

“Y/N, I-“

“Well c’mon, let’s get outta here,” you smiled, sending Sam and Cas an apologetic glance.

Gabriel’s wide smirk lit up the whole room. The fluttering of wings announced his presence by your side and you waved a short farewell to the other two.

“Sorry, boys, but we’ve got some catching up to do!”

And with that, you and the archangel disappeared.

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Friends With Great Benefits

Requested by Anonymous: Hi! Can I make a request? A Rich x Reader please ? They’re sex friends and as soon as he breaks up with someone he comes to seek comfort in her arms and one day, while they’re doing the do, he tells her that he loves her what doesn’t please the reader who believes he’s playing with her (she thinks he knows she has feelings for him for a long time, when in fact he completely ignores it). Happy ending, fluff, smut, the whole panoply. Thanks & hearts

Word Count: 1.2K+ words

Warnings: Downright dirty smut

Disclaimer: Literally no hate on the actors wives. I just use them as characters.

A/N: It’s Wednesday, mah dudes! Took me forever to finish this (after thinking I’d given up on it multiple times but then writing more). Also, let me know if there are mistakes. With having gone on and off of writing it, there may be plot or grammar mistakes that I missed!

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The knock on your door was insistent; you knew it was him immediately.

You quickly opened the latch and tossed open the door to reveal a disheveled Rich.

By the way his manner seemed, this wasn’t just going to be a friendly conversation. You could tell that he had broken up with his girlfriend simply because he was at your door now.

This was a normal thing. Rich was a handsome man who always had women waiting in line to be his. Girlfriends for him hardly lasted more than a few months, though you never understood why.

Soon after meeting the actor on the set of a movie, you two realized the chemistry that the both of you had. Your friendship slowly and surely wiggled its way into what would we known as friends with benefits.

Rich, being the man he was, always sought for a woman that he would date and one day, marry. But you watched each one walk out the picture and watched Rich come running back to you.

Of course, it was just sex. No strings, no attachments, right? Then why did it seem like your heart would almost burst out of your chest every time he knocked on your door?

Your body collided with Rich’s as the two of you melted together perfectly. You’d done this so many times, but every time had felt just as good as the last.

His mouth was on yours, his hands traveling down to the bottom of your ass as he lifted you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist; everything felt like pure bliss in his arms.

Rich’s strength was something that had surprised you at first. He didn’t seem all too physically fit, but that man could carry you with ease.

In a matter of seconds, you were laid onto the bed as your companion towered over you. His features radiated with passion; his body was your guilty pleasure and yours his.

You feel a nagging feeling in your head. Before anything starts, you need to know something.

“Tell me, am I better than her?”

“We never had sex, but you’ve always been better than any other girl,” he smirks.

Your already flushed face turned a complete shade darker at his words. If you were the best he’d ever had, why stop at just meaningless sex?

You internally scolded yourself. It was childish to expect more out of this.

Rich’s words seemed to have set you off as you initiated another kiss. You reached into the hair on the back of his head and pressed his face closer into yours.

His hands… god, his hands knew exactly where to go and what to do. He had enough knowledge of your body to know every little thing that sent you over the edge.

This wasn’t love-making at all; it never was. This was downright dirty fucking, and you loved every second of it.

His mouth pressed hot kisses down your neck, his breath fanned gently over your skin. Usually kissing wasn’t much part of the deal, but you weren’t complaining. Just the thought of more Rich drove you crazy, desperate for him.

Your fingers immediately worked their way under the hem of his shirt, trying to tug it over his head. His body always amazed you; it’s imperfections and flaws in other people’s eyes were holy to you. You revel in the feel of his body on yours, working in tandem with him. He tugs off your own shirt, then your bra, pants, and panties tossing both behind him. Every time he sees your body, he can never seem to get enough.

“Yours now,” you mumble against his lips, fishing for the buckle of his pants. He pulled away and reached for the back of his t-shirt. The hidden muscles in his arms flexed as Rich tugged the fabric over his shoulders. His golden eyes locked onto yours and he quickly shrugged his jeans down and off his legs.

You carefully reached for his boxers, sliding them down enough for his cock to spring free from its stiff confinement.

His body never left yours for a second the entire time. He reached his hand slowly down the length of your stomach and over every dip of your skin. Rich’s index finger paused at your core as he smiled into the crook of your neck. His finger worked its way around your folds, massaging the tender area before entering it. How he was able to reduce you to a mess of tangled hair and whimpering with just his index finger was beyond you.

You reached around his back, clasping both of your hands as he pumped his digit inside of you. The breaking point was almost near, but Rich never was one to let you cum this early.

He dragged the finger away from your wetness and to his lips. His eyes bored into yours as he placed the digit in his mouth and sucked it clean. You’d never get enough of him.

Rich set the hand down beside your shoulder, drawing his dick toward your hole with the other. The sheer pleasure you felt as he entered you was enough to have anyone coming undone.

Your back curled up, pressing Rich’s body further into yours. His cock was now sheathed deep inside of you, hitting that spot that drove you crazy. Both of your bodies fit together like two long-lost puzzle pieces that seemed perfect for each other. You could hardly deny the attraction you felt for him any longer.

It wasn’t long before the sensations were spiraling you into a heavenly state. Your mind went blank for the moments that your orgasm rippled through your body.

If anyone would have asked you to describe that moment, you would only have one word: bliss.

You moaned his name as if it were an obscene prayer, begging him to come. In return, he opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a satisfied grunt.

“Y/n, you’re so damn good. I love you.”

Those words would have automatically sent you into a panic had you not been fucking him at that exact instant. Rich leaned his head into your shoulder, thrusting into your body a few more times before hitting his euphoric climax and spilling his seed into you.

You breathed heavily, trying to gain back your strength. Everything felt so good but wait… what had Rich just said?

Sweat cooled off your achingly warm body as Rich laid next to you. The tension was thick between the two of you despite being on top of one another just minutes ago.

You cleared your throat cautiously.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Rich’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and a hint of sadness.

“What?”

You laughed mockingly, “You know what. You’re teasing me. I know that you know my real feelings. I’m not just some puppet, Rich.”

You shift from his side to get off the bed. A hand grasps at your arm, preventing you from moving. Tears prickle at your eyes, threatening to fall from even the smallest word said.

“I don’t regret what I said, Y/n. I told you; no other woman has gotten to me the way you do.”

His words seem so sincere. You know in the bottom of your heart that he’s being truthful. It wasn’t a trick, a prank, or anything of those sorts.

From being solely friends, to this, and then dating, it was going to be easier to go through each day knowing you wouldn’t have to hide your feelings.

“Finally. Jeez, Rich, I’ve been waiting for you to say that for ages.”

Rich chuckles, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you down on the bed with him.

Friends With Great Benefits

Requested by Anonymous: Hi! Can I make a request? A Rich x Reader please ? They’re sex friends and as soon as he breaks up with someone he comes to seek comfort in her arms and one day, while they’re doing the do, he tells her that he loves her what doesn’t please the reader who believes he’s playing with her (she thinks he knows she has feelings for him for a long time, when in fact he completely ignores it). Happy ending, fluff, smut, the whole panoply. Thanks & hearts

Word Count: 1.2K+ words

Warnings: Downright dirty smut

Disclaimer: Literally no hate on the actors wives. I just use them as characters.

A/N: It’s Wednesday, mah dudes! Took me forever to finish this (after thinking I’d given up on it multiple times but then writing more). Also, let me know if there are mistakes. With having gone on and off of writing it, there may be plot or grammar mistakes that I missed!

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The knock on your door was insistent; you knew it was him immediately.

You quickly opened the latch and tossed open the door to reveal a disheveled Rich.

By the way his manner seemed, this wasn’t just going to be a friendly conversation. You could tell that he had broken up with his girlfriend simply because he was at your door now.

This was a normal thing. Rich was a handsome man who always had women waiting in line to be his. Girlfriends for him hardly lasted more than a few months, though you never understood why.

Soon after meeting the actor on the set of a movie, you two realized the chemistry that the both of you had. Your friendship slowly and surely wiggled its way into what would we known as friends with benefits.

Rich, being the man he was, always sought for a woman that he would date and one day, marry. But you watched each one walk out the picture and watched Rich come running back to you.

Of course, it was just sex. No strings, no attachments, right? Then why did it seem like your heart would almost burst out of your chest every time he knocked on your door?

Your body collided with Rich’s as the two of you melted together perfectly. You’d done this so many times, but every time had felt just as good as the last.

His mouth was on yours, his hands traveling down to the bottom of your ass as he lifted you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist; everything felt like pure bliss in his arms.

Rich’s strength was something that had surprised you at first. He didn’t seem all too physically fit, but that man could carry you with ease.

In a matter of seconds, you were laid onto the bed as your companion towered over you. His features radiated with passion; his body was your guilty pleasure and yours his.

You feel a nagging feeling in your head. Before anything starts, you need to know something.

“Tell me, am I better than her?”

“We never had sex, but you’ve always been better than any other girl,” he smirks.

Your already flushed face turned a complete shade darker at his words. If you were the best he’d ever had, why stop at just meaningless sex?

You internally scolded yourself. It was childish to expect more out of this.

Rich’s words seemed to have set you off as you initiated another kiss. You reached into the hair on the back of his head and pressed his face closer into yours.

His hands… god, his hands knew exactly where to go and what to do. He had enough knowledge of your body to know every little thing that sent you over the edge.

This wasn’t love-making at all; it never was. This was downright dirty fucking, and you loved every second of it.

His mouth pressed hot kisses down your neck, his breath fanned gently over your skin. Usually kissing wasn’t much part of the deal, but you weren’t complaining. Just the thought of more Rich drove you crazy, desperate for him.

Your fingers immediately worked their way under the hem of his shirt, trying to tug it over his head. His body always amazed you; it’s imperfections and flaws in other people’s eyes were holy to you. You revel in the feel of his body on yours, working in tandem with him. He tugs off your own shirt, then your bra, pants, and panties tossing both behind him. Every time he sees your body, he can never seem to get enough.

“Yours now,” you mumble against his lips, fishing for the buckle of his pants. He pulled away and reached for the back of his t-shirt. The hidden muscles in his arms flexed as Rich tugged the fabric over his shoulders. His golden eyes locked onto yours and he quickly shrugged his jeans down and off his legs.

You carefully reached for his boxers, sliding them down enough for his cock to spring free from its stiff confinement.

His body never left yours for a second the entire time. He reached his hand slowly down the length of your stomach and over every dip of your skin. Rich’s index finger paused at your core as he smiled into the crook of your neck. His finger worked its way around your folds, massaging the tender area before entering it. How he was able to reduce you to a mess of tangled hair and whimpering with just his index finger was beyond you.

You reached around his back, clasping both of your hands as he pumped his digit inside of you. The breaking point was almost near, but Rich never was one to let you cum this early.

He dragged the finger away from your wetness and to his lips. His eyes bored into yours as he placed the digit in his mouth and sucked it clean. You’d never get enough of him.

Rich set the hand down beside your shoulder, drawing his dick toward your hole with the other. The sheer pleasure you felt as he entered you was enough to have anyone coming undone.

Your back curled up, pressing Rich’s body further into yours. His cock was now sheathed deep inside of you, hitting that spot that drove you crazy. Both of your bodies fit together like two long-lost puzzle pieces that seemed perfect for each other. You could hardly deny the attraction you felt for him any longer.

It wasn’t long before the sensations were spiraling you into a heavenly state. Your mind went blank for the moments that your orgasm rippled through your body.

If anyone would have asked you to describe that moment, you would only have one word: bliss.

You moaned his name as if it were an obscene prayer, begging him to come. In return, he opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a satisfied grunt.

“Y/n, you’re so damn good. I love you.”

Those words would have automatically sent you into a panic had you not been fucking him at that exact instant. Rich leaned his head into your shoulder, thrusting into your body a few more times before hitting his euphoric climax and spilling his seed into you.

You breathed heavily, trying to gain back your strength. Everything felt so good but wait… what had Rich just said?

Sweat cooled off your achingly warm body as Rich laid next to you. The tension was thick between the two of you despite being on top of one another just minutes ago.

You cleared your throat cautiously.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Rich’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and a hint of sadness.

“What?”

You laughed mockingly, “You know what. You’re teasing me. I know that you know my real feelings. I’m not just some puppet, Rich.”

You shift from his side to get off the bed. A hand grasps at your arm, preventing you from moving. Tears prickle at your eyes, threatening to fall from even the smallest word said.

“I don’t regret what I said, Y/n. I told you; no other woman has gotten to me the way you do.”

His words seem so sincere. You know in the bottom of your heart that he’s being truthful. It wasn’t a trick, a prank, or anything of those sorts.

From being solely friends, to this, and then dating, it was going to be easier to go through each day knowing you wouldn’t have to hide your feelings.

“Finally. Jeez, Rich, I’ve been waiting for you to say that for ages.”

Rich chuckles, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you down on the bed with him.

Hazy Hesistance

A/N: Of course another Gabriel x reader… what else do I write 😂

Word Count: 686 words

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“Hey, cupcake.”

You cringed at the sound of his voice. Why wouldn’t he leave you alone? It was enough torture having to live in the same space as the archangel, let alone have him constantly talk to you.

“Hello,” you greeted, opening the refrigerator door in search of food.

Gabriel hovered next to you and leaned against the counter. His angelic presence made you nervous, only adding to the anxiety he gave you when he was around. You refused to admit the attraction you felt for him, but that made things even worse for yourself.

He was always saying hello to you, calling you pet names and sneaking glances when he thought you weren’t looking. It was like he knew.

“There’s no good food in the fridge,” you huffed to yourself, quickly closing the door. The day was already starting off fan-fricking-tastic.

“You know,” Gabriel commented with a smile, “I can give you anything you want. Your wish is my command.”

You felt your cheeks, for some reason, start to redden as a result of his comment. It wasn’t even supposed to be taken the way you were thinking, but you couldn’t help it.

“No thank you, Gabriel. I’ll just have the guys bring back something.”

You turned to head out the kitchen but the archangel stopped you.

“I try so hard to always be kind to you, always offer help, but you never take it. What did I do wrong?” His voice held no sarcasm, no witty comebacks or cynicism. He truly sounded sincere.

With your back to him, you spoke, unwilling to let his breathtaking features affect your tone.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve just never wanted to risk getting my feelings hurt from rejection.”

The tension fogged up the room to the point that it was almost hard to breathe. You sighed unintentionally, awaiting some kind of response, but it never came.

“I’ve got to go,” you didn’t dare turn around, instead simply exiting the room with a heavy heart.

You’d never wanted to tell anyone how you felt about the archangel, but you might have let too much slip.

The trailing sound of footsteps followed you to your room. He really wasn’t going to leave this alone, was he?

“Hey, Y/n, wait…”

You stopped dead in your tracks and faced the archangel with all the courage you had left. His hazel eyes held so much kindness in them that you practically regretted making a big deal about the situation.

“What, Gabriel? Want me to apologize for my feelings? Well I’m over it. Forget this ever even happened.”

Gabriel’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You’re standing there telling me you’ve got feelings for me and you want me to forget that?” he chuckled, “I’ve been pining for your attention since I got here, Y/n.“

You refused to believe him. It was a sick joke, but now he knew about your little crush.

“I get it, you want to pick on the poor, defenseless girl. Messing with the Winchesters wasn’t good enough for you, was it? I’ve been trying to stay away but-“

Your rant turned to a muffled cry of protest, for Gabriel had sealed your mouth shut with his magic.

He rolled his eyes, but the way he did it hardly seemed snarky or sarcastic at all.

“If you would give me a chance to speak, I’d tell you that none of this is a joke. Every time I see you, my heart flutters. I haven’t felt this way since… well, it’s been a long time,” Gabriel carefully rubbed the back of his neck. It seemed like a nervous habit of his.

You felt the pressure of the magic leave and you could talk again. But what was there to say?

“I… I know the feeling.”

The archangel’s bright golden eyes lit up like a star at night.

“How about this, I’ll take you on a date tomorrow, 7 o’clock.”

Your heart suddenly stopped beating as his hand brushed against yours. You were falling so hard.

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” you breathed, and your heart finally starting pumping again with excitement.

The New King of Asgard

Word Count: 1,362

A/N: Spoilers from Thor Ragnarok! Don’t read it if you don’t want the movie kinda sorta spoiled! Also…. Smut-like tendencies in this first part guys; aka bondage 😉

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Everything went to hell after Loki’s death. Thor had left to help on Earth and that left the kingdom in disarray.

Odin was on his deathbed, or so everyone thought. One day, he had miraculously gotten better and was up an around.

All of Asgard believed that their king was alive. Except you.

You’d known from the start that it smelled of one of Loki’s tricks, and you were beyond right. Growing up with both Loki and Thor had allowed you to catch on to the trickster’s ways.

The first time you were able to speak with the king had taken a few days. Finding time to encounter him had been hard, but you knew Loki would make room in his schedule for you.

You step into the large throne room, the doors closing behind and the sound of them echoing around every pillar. There was no one else in the room except you and the black-haired man lazily lounging on the throne.

Neither of you said anything until you approached him.

“My suspicions were right,” you plainly announced.

Loki’s eyes carefully lifted to meet yours. His gaze was terrifying to the normal Asgardian, but you know him well enough.

“I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t of figured it out.”

“As soon as news spread of your death, I knew you’d pulled off your biggest stunt. The only question is, what’s keeping me from spreading this around Asgard?”

The god of mischief pursed his lips into a thin line but nonetheless remained calm. His tells always involved the way he moved his mouth. He was debating on what he should do with you.

Kill? Torture? Or…

“If you were any other person, I’d think you foolish to bring that information to me. But you know I won’t harm you.”

That was the interesting part of your relationship with the god. Ever since you both were young, Loki held a liking for you. You swore up and down your hatred for him, but it always seemed half-hearted.

“I do.”

“Then you know my offer.”

You had to think for a second, but the memory almost immediately hit you.

–

Loki leaned against the railing of the balcony and glanced over at you.

“When I become king, I’ll make sure you’re my queen. I’d rather have no one else at my side.”

–

You hadn’t thought the day would ever come for him to take action upon those words, but it had.

“No. I will not willingly stand beside you to rule this kingdom.”

Loki tsked lightly, “Now, now. I never said it had to be willingly, though I can see right through you. There’s nowhere you’d rather be than here.”

You frowned. “You’re wrong.”

With that, you turned to head for the door but something stopped you from proceeding. You knew from the instant it touched you that it was his magic.

“Loki,” you hissed, “Let me go!”

A rope of green light binds your arms and legs together and pulls you to a spot beside the throne. The magic materializes around your appendages into actual metal chains that are tied around a pillar just a foot or so from Loki.

“Loki, you little-“

The god waves his hand and your lips are sealed shut until he finishes talking. His appearance shifts into Odin as he straightens his outfit.

“I’ve got business in the realm to deal with but I shall be back later, pet.”

The words seem foreign in the old king’s mouth though you know what, or rather who is behind the faćade. Loki stands up and travels down the steps to the doors. He exits the room and locks it behind him, just to make sure that no one will find you.

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You mindlessly tug on the chains, a task you’d been doing practically all day. Loki had made you a dog and you weren’t going to stand for it. Once Asgard found out who was really behind the wheel, things would change.

It seemed like hours until the doors finally opened once again and ‘Odin’ stepped inside. The moment those closed however, the mask fell and Loki revealed himself.

“Who knew being king would be so… exhausting.”

You gritted your teeth, “Maybe someone who deserves it.”

In a moment, he was in front of you, clutching your jaw in his hand.

“You won’t speak to your king that way. I’d tell you to kneel, but, seems you’re already begging for forgiveness.”

You tore your head away from his grasp and narrowed your eyes viciously.

“If I could stand, I’d show you just how little forgiveness I want from you, Loki.”

You knew saying his name like that would only egg him on further, but with your current position, there wasn’t much else you could do.

The god paused momentarily and suddenly turned to glare at you. His hand went to your hair as he pulled it back to reveal your neck. Loki’s lips brushed against the skin around your ear and down to your collar bone.

“You will call me your king, do you understand?”

You said nothing which in turn caused him to jerk back the locks of hair he held between his fingers.

“Do you understand?”

A small, incoherent yelp formed in your throat but you nodded.

“Yes, my king.”

The strands were released from his hand as he moved away. Your cheeks flushed bright crimson at the thought of his dominating nature. You weren’t about to admit how much it turned you on.

“Good, pet,” he purred softly, straightening his back and heading to the throne.

Loki sat down, materializing a small wand to fidget with. His fingers spun and twirled the stick around subconsciously. Dear god, you had to hold your composure.

You’re strong, stronger than half the men in Asgard, yet you fall weak under Loki’s control. And you still refuse to admit the power he holds over you.

“Do you plan on staring for eternity or admitting your infatutation?”

Your gaze now falls on the god’s eyes and you set a determined stance.

“Neither, actually. I’d much rather be off fighting Frost Giants than here, my king.”

Loki’s jaw clenches tight and the muscles in his neck tense.

“Your defiant nature will be your downfall, Y/n. Anyone else wouldn’t be so kind to you in this situation.”

“I wouldn’t be in this situation if anyone else were in your position.”

Loki took that as enough, for he quickly got to his feet and stood in front of you.

The god of mischief, ironically, kneeled in front of your body and wore a small smirk on his face. One of his hands landed on your waist and the other behind your neck.

“You wouldn’t want anyone else in my position now, would you?”

His words sent chills down your spine but somehow also sent heat into your core.

“Isn’t that right?”

You eyed him curiously, “Yes, my king.”

Loki seemed very pleased with your answer and leaned into you. His rough lips pressed against yours unexpectedly. The thing that shocked you even more was that you weren’t pulling away. In fact, you groaned into his mouth as his silver tongue gained access into yours. The god’s hands placed themselves on the back of your neck, allowing him to deepen the kiss even further.

You felt the chains around your wrists give way and you immediately splayed them on his hips. Your mind hadn’t even caught up to what you were doing yet. If it had, the sensible part of you wouldn’t have allowed this.

The suddenness of a loud knocking came from the entrance and you both stopped. It was enough time to realize what was happening and for you to be able to push the man away.

“Sir, the play you requested is ready,” the voice called from the other side of the door.

Loki glanced at you in shock before composing himself.

“I’ll deal with you later,” he hissed quietly, waving a hand and magically tying the chains around your wrists once again.

He transformed into his father once again, leaving you to chide yourself on your lack of self-restraint.

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