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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.

–

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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Hole in One

Requested by @wayward-mirage

Requesting fluffy Gabriel x Reader. She wants to do a “human date” and takes him to play putt putt and he uses his grace to win and she gets mad and pouts so he has to make it up to her?

A/N: Sorry if it’s not up to par….
Get it? Par? Golf? Okay, I’ll go… Also, I didn’t proofread this because I’m too tired so lemme know if you see mistakes!

Word Count: 711

Gabriel chuckled obnoxiously and wiped a fake tear from his eye.

“You want to be normal and have a ‘human date’?” His response was snarky but not meant to be harsh in any way. Your hurt look immediately had him apologizing, though, and your wish had been granted.

The putt-putt course, which was your suggestion, loomed over you and Gabriel. It’s pirate theme constituted the over-use of ships and treasure chests on every hole.

“Ten dollars and a candy bar says I’ll win,” you smirked, knowing that, of course, the candy would seal the deal.

Gabriel’s eyes sparkled with a playful tone, his arm slipped around your waist as he leaned his head toward your ear.

“Deal,” he whispered huskily, his breath fanning against the outer shell of your ear as he spoke that single word. The hair on the side of his head brushed against your cheek, creating that slightly ticklish feeling.

You smiled into Gabriel’s neck, reaching down to grab his hand and intertwine it with yours.

“Good luck. You’ll need it,” you chuckled, turning away from him to approach the small mini-golf building. Gabriel followed close behind, almost like a puppy that’s willing to prove how good it is to it’s owner.

A bridge crossed over a river-like body of discolored, green water and transformed into a stone path which lead to the shack.

It wasn’t deathly hot outside, so stepping into a wave of air-conditioned cold that enveloped the building made you shiver.

“One game?” A teenager with a bowl-haircut and a snarky attitude asked, impatiently tapping a pen on the counter. He glanced at the clock on the wall and shifted his gaze back to the two of you.

“Yep,” you simply answered. You weren’t willing to deal with a moody kid at the moment. Gabriel handed the guy money for your game while you picked out a golf club and a ball.

After a few moments, Gabriel came over to you and picked his own out. You ended up with one of the medium sized clubs and a green ball, whereas your boyfriend picked a large club and a golden-yellow ball.

“You ready?” You eyed him competitively, not willing to let him come even close to winning.

Gabriel followed you outside and nodded. “Hells yeah I am.”

You were extremely excited and immediately got ready to putt. The club bent behind your back and snapped forward, nicking its target. Your swing sent the golf ball rolling toward the hole, but not hard enough for it to go in.

Gabriel placed a hand on your shoulder. “Nice shot, sweetheart, but watch this.”

He stepped onto the green and readied his putt. The archangel glanced behind him, shook his butt at you, and took a swing. His bright yellow ball precariously rolled away from the hole, bounced off a brick, and went in.

Your cocky and self-absorbed boyfriend turned to you with a triumphant look.

“We’ve got 17 more holes, bucko. So don’t count your win just yet.”

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Three impossible hole in ones in a row, and you were starting to get suspicious.

Before you took your next shot, you spun around to see Gabriel smirking happily about his score.

“Alright, what’s up? There’s no way-“ and then it dawned on you, “Gabriel, I swear to god! I wanted to have a normal, human date and you’re using your powers to win??”

Your face was beet red and even though it seemed like a minuscule thing, you could feel yourself beginning to tear up. The moment Gabriel saw you on the verge of crying, he wrapped his arms around you and held your body tight to his chest. You let your head lean on him as you sniffled.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. How about I take you to a carnival and I’ll win you the biggest stuffed animal ever. No powers, I promise.”

Your eyes, puffy and red, looked up at him and you couldn’t help smiling.

“Okay,” you pressed your nose the crook of his neck, mumbling a small, “I love you.”

Though you couldn’t see his face, Gabriel grinned. He still felt bad, but he was going to make it up to you.

“I love you, too. Now let’s win you a stuffed animal.”

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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!”