FIC: spn_gabriel kink meme fills (2) NWS!
title: where your mouth is
rating/warnings: NC17, NWS, see prompt for warnings
character/pairings: Dean/Gabriel/Sam
wordcount: ~540
prompt: 'Dean/Gabriel/Sam, double penetration with bottom!Gabriel
original post: HERE
Dean calls him a slut, but Gabriel doesn't care, because words are words, and they mean nothing - he can spin words all day. It's the meaning, the way that Dean says it, eased from the back of his throat, breathless and in awe of the creature spread before them. "Oh...you slut," which only means he couldn't think of another name that wasn't a pet name - affectionate and vunerable, and so very not!Dean.
"Yeah," Gabriel grins, and can't possibly leave that one alone. "Gonna use me, Winchester?"
"Fuck you," Dean groans, because he can't - not with the archangel sitting astride his brother, arched back and spread. Sam's hands are splayed wide across Gabriel's hips, holding him steady as he thrusts into him, and the angel just takes it.
"Fuck me," Gabriel encourages, and Dean swears in response, curses, wants - until Gabriel surges forward, wringing a mangled cry from Sam, and catches Dean by the chin. "Fuck. Me. Gonna call me a slut? Fine, c'mon. You think it's hot..." He smiles, lazy and heated, and steals a sloppy kiss, all tongue and a flicker of teeth. "Can't make me beg, baby - I'll leave you high and dry if that's what you really want."
What Dean wants is for Gabriel to shut up and let him think for a moment, but all three of them know Dean gets off on the talk just as much as anything else. He leans around Gabriel to get close to Sam, trying not to tremble (he's not going to fucking tremble) as he breathes a question against Sam's cheek.
"Do y-"
"Yeah," Sam gasps, completely out of his mind and still wanting more. "Do it."
He barely has to say the words before Gabriel's arm has slipped around the curve of Dean's neck, pulling him near. This close, Dean can see the sheen of sweat across his brow, the flush of the angel's arousal, dark over his ears and down his neck. "You heard him," Gabriel said, with a stupidly pleased little smile, "Carousel for two, c'mon."
"Three," Dean grunts, and the two brothers shift Gabriel around, until he's facing the opposite way, flush against Sam and legs spread. "Fuck," Dean mutters, and Sam echoes the thought when Dean presses against Gabriel's entrance, one steady, crawling, push in. Gabriel gasps something, but it's not English and the words float away.
Then it's Dean setting the pace, a slow slide-thrust against his brother's cock, deep within Gabriel. "Yeah," Sam's chanting, hands roving over whatever skin he can reach, which is quite a bit, "Yeah, yeah."
Dean keeps swearing, bent forwards, his lips writing words against Gabriel's spine - hating them both for doing this to him, hating himself for taking it, feeling good, so fucking good-
There's a brink and they balance on the edge of it, Dean drawing it out, just a little, Sam reaching for him to urge him on. Then, with his lips curled against Sam's neck, Gabriel peers over his shoulder at the elder brother. His voice is tight, from control or perhaps the decreasing lack thereof. "Like you mean it, babe," amusement and affection, and heady desire written in his eyes, "We ain't got all day."
They do, but somehow they get Dean to believe them. Every single time.
title: Let's pretend again
rating/warnings: PG13
character/pairings: Gabriel, implied Gabriel/Sam and Gabriel/Lucifer
wordcount: ~200
prompt: 'Gabriel/Lucifer!Sam'
original post: HERE
Gabriel's fallen far enough from what he once was that he could look at the body before him, the meatsuit he knew well and was well acquainted with when it was still called 'Sam Winchester', and see only what a human might see. This is a human - a man, with his brown hair and bright eyes, and broad shoulders topping off his looming height. This is a man, who smiles at you when he thinks you're amusing, and admires roses in gardens in Detroit.
Gabriel's fallen so far from what he was that even though he knows - even though he knows - he still draws near to that body, that stretched vessel full of hell and former-archangel. He still reaches out and with a smile, and drawls, "Hey kiddo, you called?"
"I need your help, Gabriel."
"Aw, now was that so difficult, Sammy?" He draws close, for a brush of a kiss, his hand tangling in Sam's hair. Sam, unmoving.
"Gabriel."
"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses, bucko. Don't think I won't collect later."
He does, and Gabriel's fallen far enough that he'll pretend it's Sam who lets him.
rating/warnings: NC17, NWS, see prompt for warnings
character/pairings: Dean/Gabriel/Sam
wordcount: ~540
prompt: 'Dean/Gabriel/Sam, double penetration with bottom!Gabriel
original post: HERE
Dean calls him a slut, but Gabriel doesn't care, because words are words, and they mean nothing - he can spin words all day. It's the meaning, the way that Dean says it, eased from the back of his throat, breathless and in awe of the creature spread before them. "Oh...you slut," which only means he couldn't think of another name that wasn't a pet name - affectionate and vunerable, and so very not!Dean.
"Yeah," Gabriel grins, and can't possibly leave that one alone. "Gonna use me, Winchester?"
"Fuck you," Dean groans, because he can't - not with the archangel sitting astride his brother, arched back and spread. Sam's hands are splayed wide across Gabriel's hips, holding him steady as he thrusts into him, and the angel just takes it.
"Fuck me," Gabriel encourages, and Dean swears in response, curses, wants - until Gabriel surges forward, wringing a mangled cry from Sam, and catches Dean by the chin. "Fuck. Me. Gonna call me a slut? Fine, c'mon. You think it's hot..." He smiles, lazy and heated, and steals a sloppy kiss, all tongue and a flicker of teeth. "Can't make me beg, baby - I'll leave you high and dry if that's what you really want."
What Dean wants is for Gabriel to shut up and let him think for a moment, but all three of them know Dean gets off on the talk just as much as anything else. He leans around Gabriel to get close to Sam, trying not to tremble (he's not going to fucking tremble) as he breathes a question against Sam's cheek.
"Do y-"
"Yeah," Sam gasps, completely out of his mind and still wanting more. "Do it."
He barely has to say the words before Gabriel's arm has slipped around the curve of Dean's neck, pulling him near. This close, Dean can see the sheen of sweat across his brow, the flush of the angel's arousal, dark over his ears and down his neck. "You heard him," Gabriel said, with a stupidly pleased little smile, "Carousel for two, c'mon."
"Three," Dean grunts, and the two brothers shift Gabriel around, until he's facing the opposite way, flush against Sam and legs spread. "Fuck," Dean mutters, and Sam echoes the thought when Dean presses against Gabriel's entrance, one steady, crawling, push in. Gabriel gasps something, but it's not English and the words float away.
Then it's Dean setting the pace, a slow slide-thrust against his brother's cock, deep within Gabriel. "Yeah," Sam's chanting, hands roving over whatever skin he can reach, which is quite a bit, "Yeah, yeah."
Dean keeps swearing, bent forwards, his lips writing words against Gabriel's spine - hating them both for doing this to him, hating himself for taking it, feeling good, so fucking good-
There's a brink and they balance on the edge of it, Dean drawing it out, just a little, Sam reaching for him to urge him on. Then, with his lips curled against Sam's neck, Gabriel peers over his shoulder at the elder brother. His voice is tight, from control or perhaps the decreasing lack thereof. "Like you mean it, babe," amusement and affection, and heady desire written in his eyes, "We ain't got all day."
They do, but somehow they get Dean to believe them. Every single time.
title: Let's pretend again
rating/warnings: PG13
character/pairings: Gabriel, implied Gabriel/Sam and Gabriel/Lucifer
wordcount: ~200
prompt: 'Gabriel/Lucifer!Sam'
original post: HERE
Gabriel's fallen far enough from what he once was that he could look at the body before him, the meatsuit he knew well and was well acquainted with when it was still called 'Sam Winchester', and see only what a human might see. This is a human - a man, with his brown hair and bright eyes, and broad shoulders topping off his looming height. This is a man, who smiles at you when he thinks you're amusing, and admires roses in gardens in Detroit.
Gabriel's fallen so far from what he was that even though he knows - even though he knows - he still draws near to that body, that stretched vessel full of hell and former-archangel. He still reaches out and with a smile, and drawls, "Hey kiddo, you called?"
"I need your help, Gabriel."
"Aw, now was that so difficult, Sammy?" He draws close, for a brush of a kiss, his hand tangling in Sam's hair. Sam, unmoving.
"Gabriel."
"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses, bucko. Don't think I won't collect later."
He does, and Gabriel's fallen far enough that he'll pretend it's Sam who lets him.