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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu / Reader of Color, Doomfist : The Successor | Akande Ogundimu / Original Female Character(s) Characters: Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Dirty Talk, this has been a long time coming, Dominant!AKande, One Shot, Humour, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, I’m A thirsty Ho, SO are Gis and B, Akande is Hot though Summary:

You had been very caught up in avenging your parents’ murders, making sure your brother was alright, and immersing yourself as an information gatherer and strategist for Talon that you really didn’t want to dwell too much on your very quickly building attraction to your boss. After all, he was so far above your league that you highly thought he gave it too much thought himself.

Turns out you were wrong, and you could not have been happier to be wrong this one time. He offers you a night of indulgent pleasure after he saves your life, and who are you to refuse? It has been a long time coming after all.

@superfxxckboy and @prancingpterodactyls IT’S FINALLY DONE AFTER 526551552 DECADES

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nat i fucking live for you

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Matt Holt, Kuron (Voltron) Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 03, Hurt/Comfort, discussion of suicide, Mild Language Summary:

After the battle at Naxzela, Keith pays a visit to the castle of Lions and learns a few things.

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hey it's valentine's day, sort of! happy valentine's day to @dangerousvirgin, who requested old men dancing in the moonlight, jack picking up gabe and spinning him around in a lover’s embrace, and maximum cheese! event was organized by the lovely people of @r76valentines

cross posted on ao3 here!

beta’d by the amazing @principles ;3;

“First pet.”

“You already know the answer to that.”

“Even if I do know, I reiterate.” Gabriel pinned him with an unamused look. “First pet.”

Jack sighed and draped himself over the log he claimed as a bench. “Golden retriever named Bailey. And admit it, you’re running out of questions.”

Gabriel shrugged, and Jack took the moment of silence to admire the way the moon and starlight lit up his features. For once, he was glad for Gabriel’s no-artificial-light-at-camp rule. “You got anything better to ask for round six of twenty questions?”

“Fair point.” Jack fiddled with the stick he’d been trying to whittle and squinted at it. If he tilted his head a little to the right and held it juuuuust right, it sort of looked like a hedgehog. “Favorite music genre?”

“Jazz and EDM. First dance?”

“You’re asking a lot of ‘first’ questions,” Jack remarked. Gabriel gave him a smile.

“Just answer the damn question.” Jack thought for a moment and felt a smile spread across his face.

“Fifth grade, my grade school.” Jack sighed dreamily. “Lucas Rogers and I snuck out and held hands until Mrs. Adams found us and dragged us back to the gym. Best hour and a half of my life.”

“That’s not what you said last week when I let you detonate that omnium,” Gabriel accused.

Jack laughed. “Fair enough. Top five, then. And I’m not saying the order, so you can’t ask that for your next question.”

“Damn.”

Jack squinted. “Now I’m curious. What’s your first dance?”

“Preschool. My moms wanted me to do piano lessons so I asked if we could compromise for ballet.”

“That is…” Amazing. Fantastic. Perfect, just like you. “Not what I expected from someone leading an international military operation.”

“I get that a lot,” Gabriel snickered. “Alright, next question. Is your shining dance career sufficient preparation for Ana demanding a dance from all of us at her wedding?”

“Wait, she was being serious about that?” Jack scrambled and hit his shoulder against the log.

“Yeah.” Gabriel covered his mouth with his hand and Jack glared at him. Rude. “And I don’t think she’d appreciate a farm boy stepping on her Louboutins the French Prime Minister and her wife gave her. Rumor has it the PM picked them out herself.”

“Ana’s the worst,” Jack whined.

“Ana’s pretty much the reason we’re all still alive,” Gabriel countered. “I think one dance at her own wedding isn’t much to ask.”

“Debatable,” he muttered.

Gabriel squinted. “You can dance, right?”

“Yeah, of course I can.” Not. Gabriel broke out laughing.

“Oh god, you can’t dance, can you?” he wheezed. “Don’t lie to me, dude, because I’m going to make you prove it to me if you try to give that bullshit again.”

Jack glared at him. “Fine. I can’t dance for shit. Are you happy now?”

“Kind of.” Gabriel gave him a shiteating grin. “Want me to teach you how to be a half-decent dance partner so Ana doesn’t spend her wedding night in jail or hiding your corpse?”

Jack nibbled on his bottom lip. On one hand, dancing with his commander wouldn’t be any help for his (metastasizing) crush. On the other hand, Gabriel did have a point and Jack would hate to make Ana’s wedding memorable for all the wrong reasons. Ana was terrifyingly competent at whatever the hell she wanted to do.

“Fine.” Jack heaved himself up and offered his hand to Gabriel with the best bow he could muster. “May I have this dance?”

“Slow it, farm boy.” Gabriel rummaged through his duffle bag. “You can’t expect me to dance without music.”

“Of course.” Jack rolled his eyes in (what he hoped was) an affectionate manner. “We can’t expect our prima donna to dance without his orchestra.” He peered over Gabriel’s shoulder and squinted. “Really? Ella Fitzgerald? You’re such a sap.”

“Girls love it. According to my, uh, women-attracted friends.” Gabriel tapped the screen and stood up. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Jack sighed. One ticket to disasterville it was, then.

“Alright then.” Gabriel’s smile glinted in the moonlight. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Jack tried not to gulp as he gingerly placed his hands on Gabriel’s hips and swayed awkwardly to the music, standing as far away from Gabriel as he possibly could. This was a terrible idea.

“You are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long…” the music player sang.

“Seriously?” Gabriel snickered. “You’re going to be dancing with Ana at her wedding, not a middle school dance.”

“You offered to teach me, not to make fun of me,” Jack pouted. “Teach me, maestro.”

Gabriel laughed again. “Okay, so your left hand goes here, and you hold onto my left hand. Got it?”

“Yeah,” Jack breathed. He privately hoped that his face wasn’t nearly as red as it felt or that Gabriel could feel how clammy his hands were.

“You are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song…”

“Alright, you’re going to be leading me, which basically means what it sounds like,” Gabriel directed. “Use your hands to nudge me in the direction you want me to go to, and just… go with the flow.” Jack nodded and stepped back and forth, trying to follow the lilting beat of Ella’s voice.

“You are the angel glow that lights the stars…”

“Jesus Christ, dude,” Gabriel wheezed in between peals of laughter, “you have the worst moves and sense of rhythm I’ve ever seen, like, ever. And I taught toddlers beginning ballet in college.”

“I’m trying,” Jack said petulantly.

“The dearest things I know are what you are…”

“Okay, okay,” he relented. “Don’t be scared to move around your space. Or to move more than two steps in the same direction.”

“Asshole.”

“And yet we’re moving in more than one direction,” Gabriel teased. He moved his hand to the top of Jack’s shoulder. Jack tried not to blush too much. “Relax your shoulders. You’re dancing, not being interrogated. And quit looking at your feet, it’ll look like you’re looking down her dress.”

“Maybe I’m nervous that I’m being judged by my jackass commanding officer and stepping on his feet,” Jack muttered traitorously. “Or my terrifying second in command.”

“You’re a special operations military squad. Everyone is going to judge you. Also, be a little more firm with your hands when you’re leading.”

“Someday, my happy arms will hold you, and someday, I’ll know that moment divine, when all the things you are are mine!”

“Like this?” Jack winced as he practically pushed Gabriel so they were almost touching.

“Pro tip.” Gabriel grimaced. “Try to keep your fingers as flat as possible so you don’t dig your fingers into Ana’s waist. I have a feeling she’ll be less forgiving than me.”   

“Flat fingers.” Jack nodded. “Like this?”

“Yeah, that’s great.” Jack didn’t know it was possible to blush more. “Okay, I think you’re ready for twirls, girls love that shit. What you need to do is raise your right arm and twist it like this and… Nice!” Gabriel grinned and Jack temporarily forgot how to breathe. “You’ve successfully twirled me.”

“Well,” Jack stuttered, “I’m only as good as my teacher.” Smooth, Morrison.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Dammit.

“You are the angel glow that lights the stars, the dearest things I know are what you are...”

“Okay, now lead into a twirl. Nice.” Jack ducked his head, hoping Gabriel wouldn’t notice the full body flush that was currently flooding his entire body. “Okay, do you wanna learn a move that everyone will be super impressed with?”

“Sure.” Shoot me now if it’s what I think it is.

“Someday, my happy arms will hold you, and someday, I’ll know that moment divine…”

“Alright, I’m gonna show you how to dip your partner.” Now would be a great time for a surprise omnium attack. Like, any minute now. “Alright, what you want to do is lunge to the side, but make sure you keep both feet on the ground.”

“Uh huh,” Jack said, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. “And then?”

“Okay, I’m going to pivot aaaaand… Wait, keep a good grip on me, otherwise…” Gabriel yelped and slipped onto the dirt ground, inadvertently dragging Jack down with him.  

“...when all the things you are are mine!”

Abort, abort, Jack panicked, wincing as gravel dug into his left arm. Suddenly, he found himself on top of Gabriel, their noses almost brushing. “Um. Hi.”

“Hey,” Gabriel said in a dangerously high voice, his face noticeably turning pink. “So, uh…”

“Fancy seeing you down here,” Jack laughed nervously. “You come here often?”

“I try not to, since. You know.” Gabriel gestured around himself. “It’s the ground.”

“Yeah…” Their noses were definitely touching now. Oh god, it’s happening. It’s definitely happening. Breath, Morrison, stay calm, hyperventilating isn’t attractive.

“Gentlemen!”

Gabriel yelped and shoved Jack off of him. Jack screeched as his head banged uncomfortably against the ground. “Ana!” Jack said hysterically. “Hey, girl, my dude, how’s it’ going? What’s up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, so I went for a stroll to double check the perimeter,” Ana said with a bright grin. “Everything’s clear, by the way. Just thought you should know.”

“Great! Excellent!” Gabriel smiled and tried to pull himself up on the log.

Ana leaned against a nearby tree and raised an eyebrow, the smirk on her face getting wider. “I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I? It looked like you two were in the middle of something, but I couldn’t tell what was going on.”

“Nope! Nothing happening at all,” Jack said in a totally normal and calm voice.

“Well then, I’m sure you’d be happy to know that I can relieve you from keeping watch now.”

Jack frowned. “We don’t change shifts until another half hour.”

“But you two look so exhausted, and I’d hate our commander to not be sharp for our op tomorrow,” Ana crooned. “Please, Gabriel, get some sleep. And you too, Jack.”

“You’re not taking no for an answer, are you?” Gabriel groaned.

“Not at all.” There was her signature shiteating grin. “Go on, time to sleep. In your separate tents. Preferably now.”   

“Demon,” Gabriel muttered under his breath.

“Sorry, Gabriel, I didn’t catch that, can you repeat what you just said?” Ana called.

“I said ‘good night,’ Ana!” Gabriel shouted over his shoulder. “G’night, Jack,” he said in a softer tone, flashing a small smile in Jack’s direction. “You owe me a dance at Ana’s wedding too, now.”

Jack laughed quietly. “Night, Gabe.”

The camp fell into the comfortable silence, save for the quiet rustling of leaves and Ana’s footsteps against the forest ground. He glanced around his empty tent, almost expecting one of his teammates to give him a knowing look and heckle him for the dopey grin on his face.

Maybe, if (when, he chastised himself) they make it to see Ana’s wedding, when the music has gone soft, Jack would hesitantly pull Gabriel in closer and search his eyes for any resistance, and if there wasn’t any, he’d softly sing the song Gabriel played for them, his voice anxious but earnest.

“Someday, my happy arms will hold you, and someday, I’ll know that moment divine,” he’d murmur, relishing in the way Gabriel melted into his arms. “when all the things you are are mine…”

The dream -- nightmare, really -- wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for him, but it didn’t change the way his heart pounded or the fact that he couldn’t seem to get enough air in him, even though his chest heaved in exertion. What did the doctor tell him to do again…?

Right. It is… He checked the alarm clock on his bed stand. ...oh-three hundred forty two, I am in Overwatch Watchpoint: Gibraltar, and my name is Gabriel Reyes. A few more deep breaths, aaaaaand…

Well. That was taken care of, but he sure as hell wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon. He wasn’t exactly in the headspace to go to the practice range, so a walk around the base and some fresh air it was.

The walk itself was peaceful. Some of the younger agents were still up, but they barely spared him a glance as he passed by. Late night wandering was pretty common anyways, considering that nearly everybody on the team came from a military background. The roof of the central command center was blissfully empty, too, so Gabriel didn’t feel nearly as bad setting up his portable record player and lighting up a cigarette.

“Thought you were telling me that those things were going to kill me if my own stupidity wasn’t going to beat me to the punch.”

“Still stand by that statement, Morrison,” Gabriel called lazily behind him. “But until Ziegler and O’Deorain figure out how to unfuck my body, I’m gonna taking advantage of my nanite smoke monster form in every way possible.”

“Didn’t think nicotine would have an effect on you.”

Gabriel shrugged. “I like the warmth.”

“If you say so,” Jack snorted and joined him on the ledge. But not too close. “You’re giving me secondhand smoke, though. Didn’t your high school health class teach you about it?”

“You’re joking, right? I got extra lessons about smoking and how tobacco companies target certain backgrounds.” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “What do you want, Jack?”

“Really? ‘What do you want?’” he snapped. “I’m not allowed to check up on my sort-of estranged husband when I see him wandering around base at almost four in the morning?”

“You forgot the part where your ‘sort-of estranged husband’ used to try to kill you and destroy this particular base,” Gabriel said dryly. “We’re not exactly on the same terms we used to be on, anyways.”  

“I guess,” Jack conceded. “But I do genuinely want to check up on you.”

“Why?”

Jack shrugged. “We’ve been trying to reconcile and try to rekindle our relationship for the past few months, despite everything that’s happened to us. And last time I checked, people who at least kind of like each other make sure the other is doing okay.”

“Well.” Gabriel spread his arms. “I’m not dissociating, so that counts, right?”

“Not really.” Jack swung his feet. “Wanna talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about, really,” he admitted. “Same PTSD we’ve had for the past thirty or so years. Just need a distraction for a half hour or so before I can stand being in my own head.”

“Need space?”

Gabriel considered it for a moment as he tapped the ash off the cigarette with the ledge. “Nah. Being around a warm body is nice sometimes.”

Jack nodded and they fell into a companionable silence for a little while. Gabriel supposed the combination of the cigarette smoke, the fresh ocean breeze, the quiet crooning of the record player, and Jack’s easy presence was helping a little more than he’d care to admit.

“Hey.” Jack nudged Gabriel when the record player changed into something upbeat and familiar. “Remember when you taught me how to not completely make an ass out of myself at Ana’s wedding to this song?”

“You are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long…”

“You mean the night where my subordinate, whom I had a massive crush on, dropped and almost kissed me?” Gabriel said sarcastically. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Dick,” Jack muttered.

“Shut up, I’m trying to be funny.”

Jack ignored that. “Wanna go for a round two? I hear human touch and light exercise are great during times of emotional distress.”

“Does round two involve you dropping me on the ground? If so, then absolutely not.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Believe it or not, I’ve actually improved since then. C’mon, let me take care of you for once.” Jack’s voice almost sounded like he was pleading. “Dance with me?”

“You are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song...”

Gabriel stubbed the cigarette against the ledge and stood up. “Sure. Why the hell not?”

Jack smiled and pulled Gabriel close to him, close enough for Gabriel to smell the faint odor of whiskey. “When was the last time we had a moment like this? Just us. No politics, no wars or uprising looming over our shoulders.”

“Never.” Damn, Jack wasn’t lying about improving over the past few years. “We never had anything close to a conventional relationship.”

“You are the angel glow that lights the stars, the dearest things I know are what you are…”

“You think now would be too late to try?”

God, what I wouldn’t give to start over and have a normal relationship with Jack. “I don’t know if we ever could,” Gabriel admitted. “For starters, we’re both legally dead. Second, I’m literally a cloud of nanites in the approximate shape of a human being.”

“Someday, my happy arms will hold you, and someday, I’ll know that moment divine...”

Jack laughed as he sent Gabriel into a twirl, and Gabriel almost felt like they were in their early thirties, newly married, ready to take on the world. “As normal as we can make it, then.”

“...when all the things you are are mine!”

“I’d like that,” Gabriel admitted. “Despite everything, there’s always probably going to be a part of me that will always love you.”

“Me too,” Jack said quietly. “I know we can’t go back to what we had before, but…”

“But,” Gabriel prompted.

“I’ll take what I can get,” Jack said. “Especially when what I can get is way more than what I deserve.”

“It’s more than I deserve, too,” Gabriel insisted.

Jack shrugged. “You spent a little over twenty years emotionally supporting me when I was Strike Commander. It’s about time I stop being a shitty husband and repay the favor.”

“I was hardly the perfect husband,” Gabriel snorted.

“You are the angel glow that lights the stars, the dearest things I know are what you are…”

“Still a better husband than me,” Jack muttered.

“It’s not like you’re coming in without any baggage, either,” Gabriel pointed out.

“I didn’t spend the last few years being turned into a vape monster and thinking my own husband, estranged or otherwise, turned his back on me,” he countered. “Just. Please, Gabe, take care of me all you want, but let me take care of you too, for once.”

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” God, please tell me we are.

“Yeah, I think so.” Jack gave him a small, intimate smile.

“Someday, my happy arms will hold you...”

“Oh, thank god,” Gabriel muttered, not even caring that he was definitely jumping into Jack’s space.

Jack laughed, bright, free, and open, as he caught Gabriel in his arms and swung him around in circles. Gabriel settled comfortably, making a seat for himself in them. “I love you,” he whispered. Gabriel tried not to melt into Jack’s embrace. “So much.”

Gabriel winced. “I’m… not sure if I’m ready to say that out loud yet, but…”

“I’m more than happy with that,” Jack murmured, craning his head to kiss the tip of Gabriel’s nose. “You’ll get there when you get there. We’ll do this right this time.”

“...and someday, I’ll know that moment divine...”

“Thank you,” Gabriel murmured reverently.

“Anything for you.”

“Anything for you, too.”

“...when all the things you are are mine!”

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once upon a time, i wrote a fic called “burn out the sky” for the r76 reverse big bang! then i realized i lowkey hated the epilogue because it didn’t resolve enough of the plotlines in the fic so i rewrote it! except i still lowkey loved the original epilogue because it was 100% self indulgent so here it is!

“Stop fussing about your hair, Uncle Gabriel,” Jesse sighed. “It’s a buzz cut. There’s literally nothing to style.”

“Shut up, I’m nervous,” Gabriel muttered as he smoothed out an invisible wrinkle on his sash. Jesse rolled his eyes.

“I have no idea why you are. Jack would still probably marry you if you were wearing a trashbag,” he replied petulantly as he rearranged the medals on his own uniform. Gabriel gave him an unamused glare.

“It’s the principle of it, Jesse. I’m pretty sure I remember you fussing over your appearance ever since ex-Emperor Sojiro took Hanzo with him on diplomatic missions.”

“That was different.” Jesse shrugged. “I actually had to impress him. <i>You,</i> on the other hand…”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “<i>Fine,</i> I’ll give you that.”

“That’s right,” Jesse smirked. “We can’t have all our childhood crushes unintentionally fall in love with us. Or have said crush cry when you propose.”

“Alright, kid, enough ragging on me,” Gabriel laughed and gave Jesse a wink. “I have a wedding to go to and some vows I need to make.”

“Sap,” Jesse teased. Outside the dressing room, Hana paced furiously.  

“Oh good, you’re ready,” she said, relieved. “Your Chief of Staff was starting to get nervous that you got cold feet.”

“Never.” Gabriel could hear the sounds of Jesse gagging behind him. “Let’s go, I have the love of my life to marry.” It took every bit of his will to not sprint down the hallway to the main hall, where <i>Jack</i> was waiting.

“Do you think they’ll be this insufferable even after the wedding?” Jesse whispered to Hana.

“Yeah, probably,” Hana said nonchalantly.

“I can hear you both, you know,” Gabriel called over his shoulder.

“And?” Hana snarked. Gabriel rolled his eyes as he stopped by the entrance to the main hall.

“Alright,” he said anxiously. “How do I look?”

“Like a king ready to marry the love of his life,” Jesse said with a small smile.

“Good.” Gabriel nodded at the two guards flanking the door. They bowed their heads respectfully and opened the doors, revealing the glittering, serene Main Hall of the Roganian palace, filled to the brim with friends, families, and diplomats.

“Presenting His Royal Highness, Prince Gabriel Reyes,” his Chief of Staff announced next to him. Jesse knelt to pick up the cape trailing behind Gabriel, his expression soft and joyous. At the center end of the hall, his parents stood tall and proud. Gabriel couldn’t remember the last time they looked so happy.

And next to them was… well. His intended consort, his lover, his best friend. Jack looked radiant in his Wirtinian military dress uniform, and Gabriel couldn’t take his eyes off him. The walk down the aisle was arduous, but Jack smiled patiently at him and extended his hand for Gabriel once they were within arm’s reach.

“My love,” Jack murmured. Gabriel flushed and tightened his grip on Jack’s hand.

“Son,” Gabriel’s mother said quietly. “You look as handsome as your father did on our wedding day.”

“We are so happy this day has come,” his father added.

Gabriel bowed his head. His mother chuckled under her breath before proceeding with the ceremony. Jack’s eyes ever left his own. Next to them, Gabriel’s mother cleared her throat.

“Do you, Prince John Wilhelm-Morrison, swear your love and fidelity to Prince Gabriel Reyes as your lawfully wedded husband, and allegiance to the Roganian people as his consort for as long as you both shall live?” the queen asked.

“I do.” Jack gave him a glowing smile. Gabriel’s heart squeezed in his chest.

“And do you, Prince Gabriel Reyes, swear your love and fidelity to Prince John Wilhelm-Morrison as your consort and lawfully wedded husband, as well as your allegiance to the Roganian people as their king for as long as you both shall live?”

Gabriel nodded furiously. “I do.”

His mother smiled, her eyes brimming with tears. “Then by the power vested in me by the Roganian Senate and Royal House, I pronounce you both as husband and husband. You may kiss the — oh,” she giggled as Jack swept Gabriel in his arms, dipping Gabriel and giving him a soft and reverent kiss. The kiss itself was light and chaste, but Gabriel could feel Jack’s heat flush against his own body.

“We did it,” Gabriel whispered, his heart beating fluttering.

“We did it,” Jack agreed.

“Gentlemen, please kneel.” Gabriel’s mother motioned for her husband, moving so that he was in front of Jack.

Gabriel’s father removed the circlet perched on Jack’s head and handed it off to a nearby servant, replacing it with his own resplendent crown. “By the power vested in me by my Queen and the Roganian government, I hereby abdicate my title as Her Majesty’s Consort-King to you, Consort King John Reyes.” Gabriel could hear Jack’s breath hitch when his father addressed him by his new title and name.

The queen smiled, gently plucking the circlet on Gabriel’s head and placing her own crown on his head. “And by the power vested in me by the Roganian people and its government, I hereby abdicate my title to you, my son, King Gabriel Reyes. May your reign be long and prosperous.”

“Thank you, mother,” Gabriel murmured. She gently tilted his head up and gave him a smile.

“I am so happy you have found peace, my son.” She released her face and stepped back. “Now go. Your throne and people await you.”

Gabriel nodded, and offered his arm to Jack. Jack clung to Gabriel, allowing himself to be led to the thrones sitting innocuously in front of him. As they both sat, the guests applauded and cheered, and a surge of adrenaline and joy swept through him. Jack gently took one of Gabriel’s into his own.

“So, my king, my husband, how does it feel?” Jack asked. Gabriel shifted to bring the back of Jack’s hand to press a lingering kiss on it.

“Amazing, if you must know, my consort and husband.” Gabriel grinned. And for the first time in a long time, Gabriel felt truly content.

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for my girl @superfxckboy who blesses me with porn on a regular basis and has asked to be blessed with porn in return

super nsfw so uh fic under the cut

Jesus fucking Christ, Jack thought hysterically as Gabriel fucked him hard, the way Jack liked it. He tilted his head back further into the pillow, groaning at the pleasant burn of Gabriel's cock. 

"Doing okay there?" Gabriel said sweetly. Jack groaned again and nodded. "You know exactly what I'm thinking about, you dick," Jack panted, feeling another roll of pleasure pass through him. Gabriel laughed. "Not getting tired? Need a glass of water? A short break?" Jack shook his head, clenching his teeth as he fought against his incoming orgasm. He knew that if either one of them came, Gabriel would probably insist on a short break before resuming their, uh, nightly activities, and Jack wasn't quite ready to give it up just yet.  "A little more to the left, please. Oh. Yeah, that's perfect."

Gabriel leaned down to nip at Jack's lip. Jack groaned in approval, catching Gabriel's neck, effectively trapping him in Jack's embrace. He could feel Gabriel grimace as their sweat slicked foreheads met, which he responded with a filthy kiss. "Enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Gabriel said. Jack nodded feverishly, arching his back off the mattress as Gabriel thrusted at a particularly good spot. "Hnng," Jack moaned, balling the sheets up in his hands. "Don't do that," Gabriel chastised. "If you ruin the sheets, I'll have to fix it before you fall asleep, since you're so useful after you come." "Shut up," he gasped, trying to catch his breath. Gabriel laughed at him again, brushing a stray lock of hair off of Jack's forehead. "You're such a mess," Gabriel crooned. "You're such a disaster whenever you bottom. Never would've guessed you're like this based on your day-to-day life. Or when you top."

Jack tugged Gabriel down again for another kiss. He savored the way Gabriel tasted as they tangled their tongues and lips and teeth together. "Less talking, more fucking." "You're so bossy," Gabriel grumbled. Jack didn't even bother to deny it and just allowed Gabriel to rip out another pleased groan from him, burying the side of his face into the pillow.  "Have you been like this with all your partners?" "You -- hah -- already know the answer -- hng -- to that," Jack choked out. Gabriel hummed and gave Jack a heated and sultry look. "Yeah, I do. Nothing ever really quite gets you off like my cock fucking you over and over again, does it?" Jack buried his face in Gabriel's neck as his hands clawed at his shoulders, desperate for more contact between them both.

"Nope," Jack murmured, feeling his breath puffing against Gabriel's skin. Gabriel pressed a soft kiss to the side of Jack's face and pulled out. Jack whined, already missing the feeling of Gabriel fucking him. "No," Jack said petulantly. "More." "I didn't realize my dick could render you this incoherent." Gabriel raised an eyebrow as he loomed over Jack, Gabriel's cock hovering just millimeters above Jack's. He nudged Jack's hip with his knee. "Turn over, please?" Realizing what Gabriel intended to do, Jack nodded frantically, nearly falling flat onto his face in his rush. "Don't laugh," he muttered as he hoisted himself up to his hands and knees. "Wouldn't dream of it," Gabriel murmured as he peppered kisses all over his back. Jack could feel Gabriel's cock lingering around him and wiggled his ass impatiently. "Always love making you feel good." "Then get to it already." "Is that a challenge?" "Only if you feel like you can deliver."

Gabriel laughed and absently reached for Jack's cock, giving it a few lazy brushes. Jack bit into the pillow, resisting the urge to come right then and there. "Now it's my turn to tell you that we both know the answer to that." "Just fuck me, please." "Well, since you asked so nicely." Gabriel pressed a kiss on the nape of Jack's neck, and Jack groaned in approval as he felt Gabriel's cock brushing against his hole. Jack started to flat out sob as Gabriel began to fuck him again, this time harder, faster, and more rough than ever before, Gabriel's warm hands pressing against his hip. He twisted his hands and knees in the sheets, not giving a fuck that they'd have to fix it later. His arms gave out under him, and Jack fell gracelessly face first into the pillow, clawing desperately against the frame. Jack groaned in approval as Gabriel's cock rammed in and out of him, brushing against all the good spots without Gabriel even trying. This has to be what heaven feels like, he thought hysterically. "Are you sure you're doing okay?" Gabriel's saccharine voice was edged with desperation, and Jack grinned as he fucked himself back on Gabriel's cock, hoping that he could unravel him the same way Gabriel was unraveling Jack. "Gonna come soon," he muttered into the pillow. "Damn right you are," Gabriel said smugly, reaching a hand over to Jack's cock and giving him a few decisive strokes.

Jack came hard on the bed, come splattering all over the sheets as he collapsed on his side with a groan. "God," he gasped. "You really know how to make a guy happy." Gabriel laughed as he pulled out and tucked Jack into his chest. "Glad you think so."  Jack grumbled, pushing his ass against Gabriel's cock. "I didn't ask you to stop."

Gabriel frowned. "You're tired." "Not tired enough for you to not come in me." Jack wiggled his ass more, giving out a pleased hum as Gabriel's cock rubbed firmly against him. "You're insatiable," Gabriel complained. Jack turned his head around to nuzzle Gabriel's neck. "Just want you to have as good of a time as I'm having," Jack said sweetly. "Wanna hear you cum because of your cock all over me." Gabriel laughed, his nose brushing against the crook of Jack's neck. "If you say so. You'll be okay in this position?"

Jack let out a happy sigh as Gabriel's cock brushed against him again. "Yeah. Don't mind me, I'm just along for the ride." "That's a total lie. You love me fucking your overstimulated ass." "Semantics," Jack said, waving his hand around lazily. "You know I do the same for you, anyways." "True," Gabriel grunted. "Gonna come soon." Jack laughed, flopping onto Gabriel's chest. "Already?" "Was holding out for your sake," Gabriel grumbled. "Don't judge me."

"Aw, thanks baby. You always know how to treat me right," Jack crooned, blindly groping for Gabriel's face. He could feel Gabriel's face flush under the praise and grinned triumphantly. "C'mon, baby, come for me. You know how much I love your come in my ass." "Fuck you," Gabriel gasped. Jack only smiled sweetly when he felt Gabriel's come fill him up and spill out of him, twisting himself to give Gabriel a chaste kiss on the lips. "See, was that so bad?" "...No." Jack turned around and peppered kisses all over Gabriel's face and chest. "Told you." "Don't think that you're getting out of cleaning up." "Dammit."