Anonymous asked: M! A: Sex Pollen. You are uncontrollably horny and feverish for the next 3 days, or until you’ve had three orgasms, without masturbation.
“Oh…shit.” The archangel’s skin quickly becomes flushed and his breath hitches. He feels an erection coming on and murmurs, “Fucking hell”, biting his lip. His hands fly to the bulge in his pants, but he knows it won’t help at all. “Please…someone…” he almost yells.
OOC: P.S. If you have ever wanted smut followed by awkwardness between your muse and Gabriel, now is your chance.
A bolt of emotion, half-pain half-desire, spikes through Summer’s head. It takes her a minute just to suppress it enough to track back to the source — which turns out to be equally surprising. Gabriel. How had she bonded to Gabriel?
She’s already skybourne, so she just aims for him, worried and confused. It’s Tony’s signature landing she uses, one hand to the ground to brace herself, before she looks up. “Gabriel?!”“