Summary: You try to get Gabriel to play some drinking games for your birthday but things don’t go quite as expected.
Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word Count: 6696
Warnings/Tags: smut, swearing, drinking games, intoxication (reader and Gabriel), stripping, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, grace kink, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, perfect body Gabe, a touch of possessive Gabe, fluff
Author’s Note: Written for @bloodstained-porcelain-doll‘s #Challenge of Raven My prompts were: “Loser does a striptease!”, Gabriel, and smut. All tags are at the end.
Special thanks to @sumara62 who does such a fantastic job as my beta. This wouldn’t be what it is without you.
“How is this supposed to be celebrating again?” Gabriel asked.
Sam and Dean had forgotten it was your birthday again, heading in the opposite direction to visit Garth rather than returning from their latest hunt to celebrate. As unashamed as you were about your drinking habits, you drew the line at getting drunk by yourself. Doing it with a bunch of strangers wasn’t appealing either, which left your options pretty limited until Gabriel happened to pop in to drop off some birthday cookies.
It had been a pleasant surprise to say the least, and once he was there you weren’t about to let the opportunity go to waste.
“I like drinking games,” you reminded him, your words taking on the slow drawl you got right before you hit the tipping point between tipsy and completely hammered.
“Ok, princess,” sarcasm rippled through tonight’s nickname he’d bestowed upon you, all because you insisted on having fun your way, “But these are all boring.”
One hand came up, toying with the neon pink umbrella decorating his glass, but it was the other hand out of your sight that had you worried. You could feel the hum of his energy rise behind you, fingertips drifting idly across the top of your chair, brushing you in the process.
Hey y’all! I finally got all my body horror stickers done with! This is round two. There may be a round three in the future if the inspiration strikes. This one is a bit messy cause I had them drawn on two different pieces of paper but hopefully they look okay still! I am going to have these completely stickerized and available to order on my Etsy tomorrow cause it is late tonight and I wanna sleep.
I got really inspired by this AU and I wanted to draw some of it.
I wanted to add some headcanons. Although, there only four:
Wormwood is a white raven (yes, they exist) and Clover is a black rabbit.
Sofia really likes cute things, but she doesn’t like to show it.
When she was choosing a pet, she saw the rabbits and wanted one. But she didn’t wanted people to know it, so she chose the black rabbit and said “It’s just because he is the darkest of all creatures in here.”
Cedric sometimes tricks Sofia to play with him. She’s a little girl after all. Still, she would tell Clover that ‘she didn’t have fun at all’.
Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now tht she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.
prompt: bellamy decides to clean clarke's gun for her and see's gina's name on the strap.
Gina’s name being on that strap will be the death of me, my god.
Clarke walked back into the warm circle of light cast by the fire and set down her buckets. A little water sloshed over the sides but there was still plenty left for them to boil. Madi was talking a bemused Murphy through skinning a rabbit and Raven, Emori, and Monty were arguing over the best way to move the rubble from the bunker.
Bellamy was sitting on the other side of the fire with her rifle balanced on his knees, a distant look in his eyes. Echo and Harper picked up the water with a grateful smile and Clarke went over to sit next to Bellamy. “I cleaned it every day, just like you’d have wanted,” she said, bumping her shoulder into his with a friendly grin.
He gave her a sad half-smile and nodded towards the strap. “You put Gina on there,” he said softly. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Sure I did,” she said.
“Did you even know her?” he asked curiously.
“A little. I know she worked in requisitions and recycling on the Ark. I know she helped with scavenging down here and I know she died trying to save everyone in Mount Weather. And I know you loved her.” She didn’t know much more than that, truth be told, but she’d made sure to tell Madi about the girl with curly hair who died a hero and the boy with dark eyes who loved her. It was the least she could do, after everything Clarke had cost him.
Bellamy pressed his lips together in a frown, the expression so familiar it made her heart ache. She’d pictured him making that face so often over the last six years she’d started to wonder if it really was something he did or just something she imagined. But there it was, guilt and frustration mixed with a sort of fondness. “I didn’t know her very well,” he admitted. “And I didn’t really let her know me.”
“You didn’t have much time,” she replied. She left off the fact that it was her fault Gina died— if Bellamy hadn’t left Mount Weather to come save her, Gina might still be alive. Or maybe not, given everything that had happened since then. But Bellamy might have had more time with her. Every name in that strap was a mark of her guilt and a reminder of what they had all lost, and Gina was no different. “Madi likes her story, you know,” she said.
Bellamy watched Madi across the fire where she sat jabbering excitedly to Murphy. Clarke had worried that Madi would be overwhelmed by new people after so long alone, but she’d handled the change better than Clarke had. Even as her heart felt like it would burst from happiness she found herself needing moments of silence, the chatter of just seven more people feeling like the din of a crowd. But moments like this— Bellamy sitting next to her, his steadiness radiating into her core— were what she had dreamed of for six long years. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “For remembering her.”
Clarke blinked back tears. You’re welcome felt false to her ears, and any time wasn’t really the right sentiment. Instead she just laid her hand on his forearm and squeezed.
a couple days ago, two loose dogs attacked raven while he was relaxing in the play yard. he was picked up and shook several times before i was able to make it out of the door to run the dogs off.
he is alive, but i’m afraid his right hind leg is permanently damaged. he can walk, kind of, but he failed the pinch test and has been eating and drinking less than usual. please keep him in your thoughts.
containing your dogs and cats is something i am very passionate about, and this is why. when your pets wander, they could be attacking someone else’s pets, or being attacked themselves. not to mention being hit by cars, or being shot, or any number of situations. it’s just not worth it.
what kind of fae do you think the paladins would be?
i like you, anon. technically these aren’t all fae, but they’re Celtic mythical beings, so without further ado here’s Voltron Faery AU bc I don’t have enough supernatural AU’s already…. (absolute sarcasm) but who am i kidding i love it.
ok listen I really tried to resist the temptation to make poor Shiro this, but just like the gancanagh, it’s irresistible, because HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN LOL. Literally translating to “love talker,” the gancanagh is a powerful male faery which is a bit like an incubus, but uh…worse. Worse how, you ask?
Well. The gancanagh is much prettier than an incubus, for starters, and able to listen in on all of a woman’s desires in order to match his form to her ideal. Found skulking around the countryside in upper-class finery, he enchants hapless maidens with sweet words, until they give in and touch him - and they are literally doomed by a single touch, because gancanagh skin contains a toxin that renders their victims absolutely addicted to them and completely bound to their wills until they discard them and drive them insane/to death from heartbreak. Before that happens, though, the gancanagh has his fun with the woman as much as he likes, which is usually a lot; often in scandalously public locales, where she behaves like a harlot towards him while he appears as an ordinary stranger, confusing and horrifying all who know her.
a faery child left in the place of a stolen human child. Often this was used to explain ‘strange’ babies with deformities, startling/different features, or learning disorders. Changelings were said to have dark eyes that betrayed their true age and wisdom, and were often considered malevolent, bringing bad luck into households, using their dark magic to bring misfortune upon the family. They were either very ugly or very beautiful and put humans ill at ease because of their apparent lack of emotion or interest in human affairs; they are aloof and ill-tempered. However, they often have musical talent and take up an instrument if they survive long enough in the human world to do so.
the Irish merfolk, bc ofc he is. They were said to be very benevolent, charming, modest and
affectionate, capable of attachment and companionship with humans. It is
believed that they wore caps or capes that would allow them to live underwater,
and taking a cap/cape of a merrow would render them unable to return to the
sea. Merrow, unlike regular mermaids, were also capable of “shedding” their
skin to become more beautiful beings. They also like to sing.
the Irish werewolf! Irish werewolves are quite different from their English counterparts because they were not seen as cursed and could shift into wolf form at will, rather than at the mercy of the moon.
They were generally benevolent and acted as the guardians and protectors of children, wounded men, and lost people. Faoladh also often served kings as their kind of personal guard in myths.
called a púca, these are the chaotic neutral creatures of the Irish mythos
world. They were known to rot fruit but also offer great advice. They are
primarily shapeshifters, taking a variety of forms both scary as heck and
very pretty. The forms they took were always said to be dark in color with golden eyes, and included horses, cats, ravens, rabbits, foxes, goats, and dogs.
Púcas are partial to equine forms and have been known to entice riders onto their back
for a wild but friendly romp, unlike the Kelpie, which just eats its riders
after drowning them. They can take human form but always retain some animal characteristics i.e. rabbit ears or a cat tail. They have the power of human speech in every form.
An exceptionally beautiful female faery who takes a human lover, often a struggling artist. She provides them with inspiration and talent and becomes the best muse they could ever ask for in exchange for their love and devotion to her. She leads them to achieve greatness, only to eventually drive them mad and into an early grave, however she is not considered a malevolent fae because artists are so self-destructive by nature as it is, and she is more of an empath than a villain. She wishes to experience emotional depth that she cannot find among other fae, and the artist wishes to find brilliance and meaning in their life, however short that life might be.
I’m not sorry. Leprechauns are frequently drunk and the self-appointed guardians of ancient treasure. They tend to avoid greedy or foolish humans, but if caught, will try to bribe their way out of it with a gold coin which will turn to ash as soon as the leprechaun is freed. They also make shoes. Probably magical shoes?
6004. Raven was dared to wear a Jessica Rabbit dress after losing a bet from Beast Boy. Surprisingly she looks good in it and sings the song from the movie for Beast Boy, give in some leg show to him, and then brings him in to his room to “play patty cake”.