The Horn of Gabriel (Pt 2)

(Second Part)

Warnings: Smut

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You couldn’t have spun around faster in your whole existence. Nothing was more important than this.

You were finally able to see his hazel eyes full of happiness and feel the warmth of his body against yours. His lips kissed you and his hands roamed your body with an intense eagerness. It’d been too long, but in his death you hadn’t forgotten his touch.

“I have missed you so much,” you breathed, running a hand through his caramel hair.

He pressed drawn-out kisses to your neck, nipping on your pulse-point as you spoke.

“Not as much as I’ve missed you, my love.”

You felt the smooth palms of his hands run down your waist and stop at your hips. Years of waiting for this, for him, had made you both very impatient.

“Gabriel, darling, it’s been way too long, but let’s skip the foreplay.”

You’d always known Gabriel to love foreplay, but this was not the time for it.

He acknowledged your request by pulling away from your neck and nodding.

Your vision blurred and the surroundings shifted. You knew this room well; it was the bedroom that you and Gabriel had first slept together in. It held so many memories from years ago.

“Do you remember?” He asked, hand around your waist as he led you toward the bed.

You nodded, smiling fondly. Gabriel was always sentimental, even if he tried not to show it.

“It’s surreal, being here with you,” you admitted, daring a look in his bright eyes. You’d never seen him that happy before this moment.

He eased you down on the mattress which still held the familiar scents that reminded you of Gabriel. His torso loomed over yours, his hands pressed down on the plush surface next to your head. Gabriel dipped down to kiss you, eliciting an electric emotion that always occurred when the two of you were together. A rush of air flew over your body, but you knew the feeling. When you wanted him to get to the point, he could, and both of you being angels had its perks.

“I love you so much,” you sighed, placing your arms beside you and watching Gabriel as he guided his girth to your entrance.

You felt the gentle wisps of him breathing as he slid into you. The sensation caused you to moan and place your hands on his bare back. His toned muscles rippled under your fingertips as he moved, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room.

Sex with Gabriel had never felt like this before. The two of you were torn from one another by despicable means, and it made this moment even better.

Gabriel’s body covered yours, his hair hung over his face and he pushed it back. A light sheen of sweat glistened on both of your foreheads despite the slightly cool temperature of the room. You arched up into Gabriel’s touch with each thrust, calling his name after every breath. He said your name in short grunts, but with the intensity of someone praying to a god.

The strong coil of your orgasm clenched around Gabriel’s shaft, causing his as well. A wave of euphoria flooded through your core and rushed throughout your whole body. Your back fell down into the bed and Gabriel’s body leaned into you.

A moment of pleasurable silence passed with only the sounds of each other’s breaths getting longer to fill the emptiness.

“I can’t thank you enough for saving me,” Gabriel whispered.

Your chin rested easily on his shoulder as his arms brought you into him. You hadn’t just saved him; you’d saved yourself, too.

The Horn of Gabriel

Hey 😊 I am fairly new to this, so please know, that if I say something wrong, it’s not to offend you. ☺ I would like to request a Gabriel story, please. Maybe sonething around the ‘Horn of Gabriel’ being a real horn to revive him and the Angel!Reader has it and they know each other from heaven. I would really like some drama and then smut, but feel free to change anything you like. I am just here to give you ideas… 👍 Oh, and please tag me, when you are done?

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A/N: So this is the first part considering Tumblr wont let me post it all together…. Second part will be posted shortly!

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His death killed you. Not literally, but it felt that way. Part of you was stuck on the fact that you weren’t there. His last words, his last breath, and you were miles away.

Lucifer wouldn’t let you near him. Despite the fact that you were a mere angel, he was scared of what you would do if you had seen Gabriel’s death. And Lucifer had every right to be frightened.

That was then, and now, you were crazy. It was a stupid idea, you knew, but hey, breaking into Heaven’s weapons vault couldn’t be that bad, right?

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“Castiel, I need your help,” you called, awaiting a response from your naïve brother.

You hardly ever needed him for help, but there was no way you were doing this alone. You also heard about him working with the Winchesters, some human hunters. That must have made him more humane (he was always the honest and ‘angelic’ one).

You waited a few minutes, but nothing except complete radio silence.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be,” you mumbled, biting your lip and figuring out your next move.

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Sirens. Sirens everywhere. It was almost as if all of Angel Radio was screaming at you at once. Red flashes of light blinded your vision and alerted any and every angel in existence of what was going on. You were dead.

Part of you wished that it would end like that, with the angels tossing you into Heaven’s prison and locking you up like a dog. Part of you wanted them to torture and threaten you. But the better part of you, the Gabriel part of you, was keeping it together for him.

Your hands grasped the smooth, bone-like structure of the horn. Ancient wood lined the outer edge, looking as brand new as ever. Any normal person would have no idea that the object was made before almost anything in existence. You pressed your lips to the mouth of the horn, blowing air through it and sending a deep, dark sound through the night.

No one had done anything like this before. It had never been attempted, which meant no reference as to if or when it would bring Gabriel back.

Your hands trembled around the horn’s handle, letting it slip out of your grasp and fall to the floor.

“Now, now, that’s a relic. Practically priceless.”

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You watched him fall to his knees beneath you, hitting the floor with a loud thump.

His eyes flitted up to yours in a mix of horror and betrayal. It wasn’t your fault! You tried crying out, dropping the archangel blade, anything that would stop Lucifer, but no.

You’d made that deal with Lucifer. You’d become his vessel. Only underneath the terms that he were to not hurt Gabriel.

But of course, only foolish people made deals with the devil.

Nothing stopped him from plunging that blade through his brother’s chest. An immediate wave of guilt flowed over you as Gabriel breathed your name.

His last word the girl who had involuntarily killed him.

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Random request: You should totally write a fluffy Gabe fic about getting ice cream on your nose and he basically tackles you to the bed to hold you down to get it off and just F L U F F

I don’t really know how I feel about this, but here ya go anon-y!

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The bunker was hot. It was mid summer, at the peak of warm weather, and you were stuck inside with an archangel. The air conditioner had broken that morning and the Winchesters were out searching for parts to fix it.

What with Gabriel’s angelic abilities, he didn’t feel the heat or know how it affected humans. But when you started begging for some form of cold, he got an idea.

“Gabriel, it’s outrageously hot. I think I’m dying,” you groaned outwardly, squirming over the warm sheets on your bed.

Gabriel chuckles softly, a playful glint in his eyes as he sighs. His fingers snap against one another and a pair of ice cream cones appear in his hands.

“Want one?” He smirks, offering the ice-cold treat for you to take.

“You’re a saint,” you almost cry out of joy, quickly grasping the cone and pulling it to your mouth.

Gabriel watches you eat your ice cream, taking a few nibbles of his own before he starts grinning.

You notice out of the corner of your eye as he disposes of his own ice cream and approaches you.

“You’ve got something right there.” He points at your face mockingly.

Your ice cream cone suddenly disappears and you’re being tackled to the bed by an insane archangel.

“Gabriel, what the hell!”

Gabriel leans down and kisses your nose, gently licking the spot of ice cream off. You attempt to push him off, but his strength and weight keep you pinned.

The archangel gazes down at you with the cheekiest grin, shouting triumphantly, “I got it!”

Intro: 13 Reasons Why Spinoff

This is a new series idea that I’m excited to write! Each chapter will be a tape which brings me to the point that this is based on 13 Reasons Why only because there will be 13 tapes and 13 reasons. No one commits suicide, and the reasons are entirely different than the book/series. Also, if you haven’t watched/read 13 Reasons Why yet, I highly suggest you do!

Gabriel had died with the dignity and courage of a thousand angels combined. No normal person would have done such a thing. His last breath called your name and his last words always echoed through your brain.

His Casa Erotica CD was a small hint as of what he had made for you. It seemed he held a love for CDs and cassettes now that you thought on it.

You grasped the rough edges of the tape between your fingers, grazing over the number 1 with your thumb. The 1 was written in golden ink and as you flipped the cassete over, you noticed a 2 on the backside.

The tape had been given to you by Cas, and all he told you was, “Listen to them.” After a few questions, he gave in and told you that there were 13 in total. 13 Reasons Why.

As you sit on your bed, mindlessly holding the cassete, you pull Dean’s cassete player, that you’d stolen, from under your sheets.

You popped the case open, plugged your earbuds in, and pressed the play button.

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Comfort Drabble #5

Gabriel x Reader

Insecurity: Teeth

Who would’ve thought the cheeriest angel in the world would love a girl who hated to smile?

You certainly didn’t.

The first time you met Gabriel was forever ago, back when you truly hated smiling.

His bright golden eyes and equally as stunning hair left you speechless. He smiled, oh god, that smile was bound to be the end of you. You wanted to grin back, but your mind forced you not to.

He spoke, his voice deep yet laced with happiness and a hint of mischief.

“Cheer up, buttercup! Lemme see you smile!”

You knew he meant it jokingly, but you said nothing. He was just there to torture you with sweet-sounding words and hidden messages. You’d hoped you would never have to see him again.

Years later, here you are, smiling back at the archangel you were so fond of. Any time he saw you grinning, he couldn’t help but do the same. The way your lips curled up and how your eyes grew bright with joy sent waves of happiness through him.

Who knew someone would be able to make you love something you so desperately hated?

Comfort Drabble #4

Gabriel x Reader

Insecurity: Acne

The look in the mirror was pure hatred. You hated your hormones for causing such bad acne and scars. You couldn’t even contain your emotions as Gabriel walked into the room.

“Hey, buttercup, what’s up?” His cheery attitude was normally a blessing, but now it was irritating.

“Why do you love me?”

The words came out too quick for you to stop yourself. The moment you asked that, you almost regretted it.

Gabriel was shocked to say the least. How could you possibly wonder why he loved you? He didn’t even have to read your mind to know what was wrong, merely by seeing the look on your face.

A soft, feathery material wrapped around your shoulders and tugged you into the archangel’s chest.

You closed your eyes as tears began to form, trying to prevent the inevitable, but failing. Droplets of water glistened as they gently rolled down your cheeks, symbolizing your obvious sadness.

Gabriel held you tight in his arms and wings, providing you with a safe place to let your emotions out. The two of you said nothing until he spoke.

“You want to know what I love about you? You have flaws and you still live your life without letting them get in the way. You may not be the textbook definition of perfect, but in my book, perfection is all I see.”

Stormy Night

Requested by Anonymous

Will you please write a Gabriel Drabble where the reader is the only one awake in her house and it’s storming really bad and she’s afraid of storms, and every sound she hears terrifies her and she can’t sleep unless he stays with her? Thank you

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Crack!

The lightning lit up the sky like the four of july, with bright colors and loud sounds.

Some people enjoyed thunderstorms and dancing in the rain. You, on the other hand, could not see how they were at all calming or fun.

The patter against the windows sounded eerily like knocking, someone trying to get in. You knew it was only the storm, but your senses were betraying you.

Another boom of thunder and the house violently shook against the great wind.

You jumped with every sound, anxious for the storms to subside so you could finally get to sleep.

The rain kept pouring and you swear you saw a figure next to you in the flash of light caused by the lightning.

“Gabriel!” You cried, noticing him standing beside you and almost falling off the bed in the process.

The archangel quickly rushed to your side, readjusting you and deciding to climb on the mattress next to you.

No words were said, only Gabriel holding you tight against his chest as his steady heartbeat slowly put you at ease. Your eyes drifted shut and you fell asleep in his arms, despite the ongoing ruckus outside.

Insane (teaser)

You hadn’t seen him in person since, well, you didn’t even know if you’d ever seen him before.

By this time, your memories of him were only the ones in your dreams.

Surprisingly, your dreams were extremely vivid.

Every blade of grass, every inch of his face… those thoughts were the only things keeping you sane.

The picture for my new short series!