Your knees pressed
together as you muttered curses under your breath, glaring at the bus
full of strangers around you and wishing they would just disappear.
Your mind had wandered off to Gabriel for the seventeenth time today,
and the increasingly graphic details of the things he could do to you
was starting to effect your body in the most sinful of ways. You
could practically feel your walls clenching from even just his name
floating around in your mind, let alone the perverse thoughts that
had kept you company throughout the day.
There were still three
stops before yours, but you decided that you needed the fresh air and
were going to walk the rest of the way home, standing from your seat
as you looked at the person next to you.
“Do you need to get
off?” they asked, sliding out of their seat to make room for you to
“You have no idea”
you grumbled as you pushed passed them, making your way to the door
as the bus stopped and people began to file out.
The cool evening air hit
you and you breathed deeply, hoping the chill would chase away the
blush that warmed you inside and out. You pulled your collar up
against the cold and set off in the direction of home, the promise of
a glass of wine and self-achieved relief nearly had you sprinting.
By the time you stuck
your keys into the lock, you were slightly winded from the walk and
the accelerated heart rate was not helping your aroused state in the
You pushed the door open
and turned to close it, slipping the lock back into place as you
kicked off your shoes.
“Well, hey there,
Kitten” a voice teased from your living room.
The silky quality of his
voice had you reeling and you were half convinced you were dreaming
until you turned around to see him standing there, holding a single
rose and grinning wickedly at you.
“What are you doing
here?” you asked quickly, praying that he was alone.
You watched him
carefully, edging your feet towards the living room where he stood
while making sure to keep a respectable distance between you.
“Please, how could I
not show up after you’d been practically shouting at me all day?”
he teased, giving you a sideways smirk as he threw the rose down on
You heart hammered in
your chest as each and every fantasy you’d imagined throughout the
day danced behind your eyes so graphically that it nearly obscured
“What do you mean? I
haven’t spoken to you…” you rambled, very aware of the fact that
he was sauntering closer towards you.
Gabriel tapped the side
of his head, devious intent written as clear as ink on his face as he
came to stand before you.
“Don’t need words when
you’ve got such wonderfully desperate and descriptive longing. I
think I’m almost deaf in one ear from how loud your thoughts are”
he mused, tilting his head as he pursed his lips.
“You heard all that?”
you asked nervously, though the answer was already obvious.
“Guilty. But I must
say, some of those wicked little ideas of yours, oh, they tickled me
in all the right places” he confessed, slipping his fingers through
the belt loops of your pants to pull you forward, your waist pressing
against his as he swayed your bodies back and forth.
You swallowed hard,
feeling arousal race through your system like a forest fire, your
throat running dry as your fluids were clearly needed elsewhere.
“What do you say,
sugar? That little idea with the whipped cream? Why don’t we start
there?” he offered with a wink, snapping his fingers so a bowl of
whipped cream appeared on your table.
A thousand more
fantasies raced through your mind and Gabriel smiled, clearly eager
and excited to try every single one of them.
Drabble Request from @castiels-ass-butt-1967 - Hope you like it!! Gabriel with prompt #132 - “We’re not playing strip poker! I don’t care what I said when I was drunk!” Words: 413 Warnings: None.
Returning home to find
Gabriel sitting in your kitchen with his feet up on the table was
probably as far down on the list of ‘things were expecting’ as
physically possible. The smug posture of his body expressed no regret
at his intrusion, and the smile on his face only affirmed that.
Your forehead creased in
askance as he held up a deck of cards and waggled it back and forth,
staring at you expectantly.
“What?” you asked
with a shake of your head, feeling like you were missing some key
part of a conversation you didn’t recall having.
“You said it yourself,
sugar! You said you’d play with me!” Gabriel provided, using his
foot to push out the chair next to him as he nodded for you to sit.
Your mind was completely
blank as to what he was referring to, and you wracked your brain
trying to recall any such discussion. Then like a punch in the gut
you remembered, through the drunken haze of your last outing with the
“Oh, no… Gabe, I
didn’t mean…” you laughed awkwardly, silently vowing to never
Gabriel pursed his lip
skeptically as he fished out his phone, fingers flying as he
apparently searched for something on it, and your eyes going wide
when your own voice sounded from it.
“No, no, I’m like…
dead serious,” you slurred from his phone, the noise of a crowded
bar in the background. “Next time, we should totally play strip
poker! I mean it!”
“Sounds to me like you
meant it, alright!” Gabriel teased, setting his phone down as he
winked, leaning forward to pat the chair he’d pushed out for you and
grinning wickedly like he’d already won.
“We’re not playing
strip poker! I don’t care what I said when I was drunk!” you
groaned with exasperation, though you edged slightly towards the
Faking an over-dramatic
pout, Gabriel shrugged his shoulder while disappointment washed over
his face. You stood there for a moment, feeling yourself falling
sharply for the sad, puppy-dog eyes he was fixing you with before
letting all of your stuff drop to the floor with a heavy sigh. You
trudged towards the table and plunked yourself down, trying to hide
the smile that was threatening to seep across your face.
“Just shut up and
deal” you huffed, gesturing towards the cards as your smile finally
broke out from under your control.
(A/N: I have no idea why this popped into my head, but I’ve been giggling about it all day.)
The day before
Halloween, Chuck decided to pay an unannounced visit to you, begging
you to try and teach his angels about human customs. Without waiting
for a reply he left, dumping the four archangels in your lap without
so much as a starting point for what to teach them.
Being that it’s
Halloween, you figured it would at least be worth a laugh to take them
trick-or-treating, giving them the very basics of costume etiquette
and leaving the rest to their imagination.
Michael dresses up in
the most stereotypical cartoon devil costume he could find, clearly
with the sole intention of angering Lucifer as much as possible.
Lucifer dresses up in
old fashion pinstripe prisoner garb, which you’re certain is a shot
Raphael doesn’t see the
point in learning such a custom and refuse to participate, though the
promise of candy makes him at least want to tag along (even if he won’t admit it.)
Gabriel goes all out in
full ‘Sweet Transvestite’ costume, high heels, fishnets and broad
smile on his heavily painted face because he knows he nailed it.
Somehow he’d also
managed to talk Castiel into joining them, and despite his
reservation about Gabriel’s costume choice for him, he was assured
that it was customary.
You stare at him,
wearing black silk and lace lingerie, topped off with tiny ears set on his head.
Admist your shock and
giggles, you manage to ask him what he’s supposed to be.
His brow furrows and he squints his eyes, as if
the answer should be obvious, given the explanation Gabriel gave him
and he merely states,
Gabriel gives Sam and Dean a lead and while they go investigate it, they leave you at the motel to keep an eye on him. Unimpressed with being stuck ‘angel sitting’ you decide to get drunk. Gabriel, on the other hand, wants to have some fun.
Warnings: Smut, Oral, Drinking, Sex on various pieces of furniture. The cliche of playing Twister…
For @sdavid09 TaleTeller’s Fright Night 2016 challenge
“Quit crinkling the
bag, you’re ruining the best part!” you whined as you poked Gabriel
with your toe where he lounged on the other side of the couch,
sprawled like a king surrounded by bags of candy on his blanket.
He had been reluctant,
but eventually he agreed to join you during your horror movie
marathon, only on the condition that he was going to supply the
snacks. Had you known that it was going to involve several bags of
mini chocolate bars, gummy candies of all varieties and goodness
knows what else he left in the kitchen, however, you may have
reconsidered. While Gabriel was the best friend you could have asked
for, he didn’t understand your love of horror movies, nor did he have
the appreciation for silence during the scary parts. Not to mention
the wicked stomach ache you were sporting from eating so much of his
candy, but that was more your own fault than his.
You had just started
watching Night on Elm Street and it was at the part where Freddy
Krueger dropped his, “This, is God” line while holding up his
glove, which caused Gabriel to bark out a laugh.
You shot a glare at him
and lobbed a sour candy at his face.
“… I’m not supposed
to laugh, am I?” he winced before finding the candy you threw and
tossing into the air. He easily caught it in his mouth and grinned
wide as if he were pleased with himself.
“No, you’re not!”
you hissed back, though after a moment you couldn’t help but smile at
He was here to keep you
company and though it wasn’t his thing, he hadn’t complained once
through the first 3 movies you’d already watched and was still seated
comfortably next to you looking entertained as ever.
“Gabe?” you asked
quietly after a pause, watching his amused expression as he stared at
he responded, turning to you with a quirked eyebrow.
“Can I come snuggle
with you?” you requested, gesturing towards him with a tip of your
The grin that spread
across his face was infectious as he moved the candy and pulled the
blanket away from him, beckoning you over with both hands.
“Bring it in,
sweetness!” he teased as you crawled over, nestling up against his
chest as he wrapped the blanket around the both of you.
After that you hardly
noticed the crinkling of his candy bags, and even joined him in his
laughing at the so-called ‘scary’ parts. This felt like the beginning
of a new tradition to you, and as you drifted off to sleep somewhere
between the third and fourth Freddy movie, you couldn’t recall a more