Wicked Games
Pairing: Gabriel x reader
Series Summary: When a trickster seeks revenge on Gabriel, he traps the archangel in a sex dungeon with the person he despises the most: you.
Word Count: 3432
Chapter tags/warnings: swearing, people being dicks
Series tags/warnings (as it stands): dark fic, medium burn, kidnapping, sex dungeon, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, violence, graphic depictions of horror, dub con, non con, oral sex, it’s a sex dungeon so likely all the sex, confessed feelings, bondage, more tba
A/N: This is a dark fic. Please read all tags/warnings carefully. Big thanks to my beta and @starchaser-the-prophet for taking a peek at this!
Based off the following request by @inuhimesblog
Part 2
“Seriously? You’re going to leave me with her?” Gabriel’s disdain is palpable, overflowing from his features and spiraling out into the space surrounding him.
You try not to take it personally. You’d hate feeling leashed too, if you were an ancient being whose entire existence consisted of being top of the food chain, and you imagine it especially hits a nerve given how he’s spent the last seven years.
“If you didn’t want a chaperone, then maybe you should have stayed put for the five minutes we told you to, instead of inviting a bunch of your old friends over for tea and almost getting us all killed!” Dean insists.
“How was I supposed to know they were on Loki’s side?” Gabriel demands.
You can see the way betrayal sparks bright behind gold, another heavy blow to an ego that, by all accounts, should be shredded beyond recognition. Maybe it is, but even you have difficulty discerning when he insists on being such an ass about everything.
“Because all gods are a bunch of backstabbing assholes?” Dean guesses. He’s just as sardonic and pissy as the archangel is these days, so much so, you can’t stand being in the same room with them.
“They’re not gods,” Gabriel says flatly. "They’re maenads.“
"I don’t really care what they are,” Dean retorts, gesturing to dismembered corpses strewn along the floor. "Demi-God, god, trickster, whatever. The name changes, the song stays the same. You can’t trust any of them!“
If eye rolling were an Olympic event, the archangel would take home the gold. He folds his arms over his chest, his entire upper body getting into the movement. His head drops back and the look on his face suggests even Heaven can’t help him as his weight shifts between feet.
You can’t blame him. The entire situation screams power move by Dean. As much as you don’t agree with it, you’re not really in a position to either challenge or refuse him, and you suspect the current predicament is as much a means to keep you in line as it is Gabriel.
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