#gabriel (2014)

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

🎃🍂rory culkin kinktober masterlist 2024 🍂🎃

a/n: whoooo! since this was highly requested, I'm going to be doing the rory kinktober this year! 🤭 I'm going to be starting tomorrow, and try and catch up on the missed days!

Requests for one shots would be appreciated, if there's any particular characters you'd like to see with a specific prompt!! Enjoy pookies 🫶

1. Soft Dom/ Sub with Ollie Sway

2. Choking with Kappa

3. Knife Kink with Euronymous

4. Thigh Riding with Mike

5. Overstimulation with Danny Cooper

6. Mutual Masturbation with Clyde

7. Breeding with Samuel Lafferty

8. Orgasm Denial with Jack Thurlow

9. Exhibitionism with Kappa

10. Costumes with Charlie Walker

11. Cockwarming with Clay Roach

12. Blowjob with Possum

13. Aftercare with Gabriel

14. Pillow Humping with Samuel Lafferty

15. Corruption Kink with Euronymous

16. Body Worship with Danny Cooper

17. Filming with Charlie Walker

18. Praise Kink with Gabriel

19. Degradation with Jack Thurlow

20. Hair Pulling with Marcus

21. Premature Ejaculation with Ollie Sway

22. Somnophilia with Kappa

23. Fingering with Possum

24. Mirror Sex with Clyde

25. Size Kink with Mike

26. Lap Dance with Euronymous

27. Phone Sex with Jack Thurlow

28. Spanking with Samuel Lafferty

29. Squirting with Clay Roach

30. Begging with Marcus

31. Happy Halloween

[rabbits-bad-habit]

Gabe Headcanons- SFW & NSFW

TW: Talk of Gabe's meltdowns

A/N- Sidenote. Plz can y'all be normal about Gabe, because as someone who has very similar issues to his, the weirdo infantilization of him does in fact not slip past me :)))) It's like the one problem I have had with this fandom, man. Anyway.

Sfw-

Gabe is obviously an insanely devoted lover. In general, when he puts himself into something, he’s not going to let it go until he’s able to achieve or complete it. He can have a bit of a one track mind. If his mission is loving someone, he makes it his top priority, and puts his all into it. You end up being the most important thing to him, above anything else. It's hard to get to that point with him, but once he gets it, you're everything to him.

He’s protective, in his own way. Maybe to a concerning degree at times? He can get himself into an “us vs them” type of thought process, and ends up applying that to partners. It’s so hard for him to trust other people, but he trusts you, and so of course to him it’s his responsibility to protect you. It’s not always inherently a bad thing, though. He is always willing to stand his ground, and defend you if need be. He could not fight for shit, but he wouldn't be afraid to throw a punch if need-be. Whatever, if it means he can do his part to keep you safe.

He always has stories to tell, and he loves to tell them. A bit of a gossip if you will. Whether that's the things he's accumulated from inpatient facilities, ancient family drama, or just little quips he overheard while out- he's always got something to talk about. One of his favorite pass-times is simply sitting with you and talking about drama that has nothing to do with either of you, or assholes from high school, or whatever is going on with that random celebrity he heard about. A good bit of chatter never hurt anyone, right?

He knows so many nice little places around town. Some of which maybe he is not supposed to be, but it's all spots he has memories or thinks is pretty. He of course loves dragging you there to talk or just exist together away from the world. He's more often there alone, nothing but him and a pack of cigs, his phone silenced. They feel much brighter when you're with him.

His main love language is words of affirmation, unsurprisingly. He absolutely eats up any form of encouragement or praise, it makes him feel like he’s doing something right. Earnest reassurance helps him actually trust someone much easier and allows him to trust himself more. He’s also a big fan of physical touch. Simply getting to be soft with his partner is his favorite. Squeezing their hand, leaning his head on their shoulder. Having his arms wrapped around you is a feeling he will never get over. The type to whine about it when you gotta get out of bed in the morning.

He would actually melt if he saw you in his clothes. Like, actually, become one with the floor it would fluster him so badly. He doesn't usually fluster so- visibly but the moment he sees you in one of his big sweaters his face is bright red. He'd think you stealing his beanie is the cutest thing ever, to him its like saying you want to be seen with him. A way to show that you're together, you're his and you're not thinking about leaving. Not to mention, you do just look adorable.

Very into parallel play, and similar forms of hanging out. Just being in each other's presence. He always knows when someone else is in the room even if he can't see them, and it makes being alone even worse. He is the type that can just feel when there's another person around, and thrives when there's others around, even if he isn't interacting with them actively. He can provide nice company if you're doing work, or reading, or cooking. Doesn't have to be much talking, just being there.

Sleep with him and he is yours. It can be hard for him to sleep, a good lot of the time, but if you're there he at least has something to focus on until he actually does doze off. Contrary to popular belief, he is not always little spoon. He loves having you hang onto him, your arms around his waist or shoulders, being able to feel your breathing, of course he does. However. He does enjoy being big spoon just as much. Something about being able to cling you to his chest, hide his face in your neck, is really nice to him. He might trace your hands while he tries to get to sleep if he knows it wont wake you.

You never notice how much echolalia he uses until you're with him all the time. It's a lot, he processes things that way. He repeats things he's already said, but he also tends to repeat things he's been told. Just to himself, under his breath. It easily just becomes background noise, you get used to it, but it's hard not to notice when he echoes back your praises or affection. It's sweet!

He doesn't exactly expect you to be with him when he ends up in a meltdown, he doesn't really want you to, actually. Whether that's comfort, or an attempt at reasoning, he's not very fond of the idea of you being there. He is aware of how he gets, he knows the genre the things he says falls into. Ideally, he wouldn't think like that, get like that, at all once you're together but he knows deep down that's not how it works. He doesn't mind you helping him deal with the aftermath, however, once he's less overwhelmed and can control himself better. They're exhausting. Cuddling up, face in your chest, trying to match your breathing. You're one of the people he feels safest with, he trusts that it'll be okay if you're there.

Nsfw-

I strongly believe he is demisexual, at least the way he goes about and sees sex is similar to those that are. He’s not getting close to you unless you’re someone he is head over heels for and trusts, the attraction just isn’t there for him. He also isn’t one to have sex for the sake of it, it’s something he considers strictly an act of intimacy and show of love. Not that he doesn’t enjoy it, of course he does, he just isn’t going to be seeking it out if it’s just for the sake of pleasure. It’s gotta come naturally, and earnestly, and out of love. To him, it's a way to be close to the person you love most.

Quite vanilla, pretty exclusively. It's just not his thing, not what he enjoys. He prefers everything to be soft, treat his partner gently. He almost doesn't care when it comes to himself, as long as he knows you're being given ample attention, but he deserves to be treated like the sweet boy he is. He melts when you give him soft touches and sweeet words when you're together. Run your hands through his hair and he's gone.

He utterly loves being praised in bed, the same he does any other time. Reminders he’s good, he’s doing good, he’s making you feel good are all so important for him. He’d never ask for it in a million years, partly because hearing it unprompted is what gets him. If you say it without him even mentioning, then to him it has to be what you’re actually thinking. Which is of course quite encouraging, and not to mention such a turn on. It’s hot to know you’re making your partner feel good!

He’s so vocal, it’s not even funny. He’s so whiny, letting out quiet whimpers and gasps. Just babbles on. So many “I love you”s and “thank you”s, not uncommon to hear him beg either. Not that you'd ever make him beg, it just comes to him, mumbling "please" over and over into your skin while he fucks you. He naturally lets whatever come from his lips, he's a loud one at times and it's not hard to get him that way. He's got every pretty sound of yours committed to memory, too. Every aspect of you is lovely to him, so whatever he can get out of you is his favorite. He likes keeping the room so quiet he can hear your breathing when you're together.

Biggest fan of making out ever. Sitting so close your legs are tangled, basically in each other's laps. Clawing at each others hair, or cradling his face between your hands. He may move to kissing and nipping at your neck and any exposed chest, but not as often. No words needed, just intimate kisses that drive sloppy the longer you're at it. He's content doing this for literal hours without moving on to anything more. He may prefer a sweet makeout session to sex, actually.

You'll have his heart forever if you ride him. He can't get enough of it, actually. Being able to see so much of you, touch as much of you as he can get his rough hands on. Allowing you to set the pace so you can get out of it what you want. He's always a little surprised when your choices are to benefit him instead of simply chasing your own pleasure. He can take it, whatever you want to give him. It's by far his favorite position, but only if you're facing him. He would never want to do anything that obscured your face from him.

He holds you so fucking close when you have sex. Literally plastered to one another, he has to be as close to you as physically possible. Wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He'd adore if you started clutching for him, or snaking your fingers into his hair. Any way he can feel your warmth pressed into him is what he wants. You're already doing the thing that gets you the closest to one another, but it's never quite enough for him.

Could give you head forever, cannot handle when reciprocated, however. He's just not a fan. He appreciates the sentiment, genuinely, he takes it to heart that you want to do something like that for him but it's not his thing. He finds it a bit overwhelming, and you don't exactly need to do anything to pleasure him, let alone all of that. As for you, though, he cant help but enjoy it. He likes how easy it is to make you feel good, he doesn't have to think too hard about it. He likes it when you tug on his hair a little, and he can feel the pressure of your thighs around him. Between that and hearing the sounds he gets out of you, it makes him so spacey and he adores it.

The only real kinky thing he's into is being overstimulated. Not exactly intentionally, but he's got a quick turn around time, and has no shame in fucking you after he's already cum. He can get overwhelmed, in such a good way, so incredibly quick. Sometimes he can feel it set in before he's even cum the first time. He can't get enough of being so close, of seeing your pretty self so intimately, he doesn't want to ever stop.

[chewygeuse]

coquette pfps with rory !! :3

i'll be grateful for the like/reblog if you use this!!

[sleeplessphantom]

Same energy:

[twoheadedboyyyy]

Nothing like the connection between a boy and his niche weird films <3

[luvrgirls]

I NEED THIS MOVIE INHECTED INTO MY VEINS ASAP (CREDS TO @TONYPXRRY ON TIKTOK FOR THE EDIT!!)

[darkromanceenthusiast]

Gabriel (2014) x reader

I cannot find this characters last name to save my motherfucking life

Contains: Beach scene re-write, reader tries to turn Gabe down because they know they can’t help him but ultimately gives in, might write more idk, cursing, fluff, and brief mentions of a knife, reader is referred to as “wife” but otherwise GN, reader loves him so much, heart hurts.

“What the fuck?Jesus Christ!” You jumped up from the dead sleep and bed as you saw the dark haired man behind you, it took a few seconds for it to click in your mind you knew him.

“Surprise.” He says, an adorable smile on his face, his eyes are bright and happy as he stares up at me.

“Gabe, what the fuck are you doing here? You just can't get into my bed and surprise me?” I say, still freaking out, it had been years since I’ve seen him and now he’s just here.

“Yes, I can. That's what I just did. I just...” he trailed off and I looked over him, he was fidgeting with his hands a bit.

“How did you get here?” I ask, sitting back down on the side of the bed.

“I drove.” He answered simply as if the question was that simple.

“No, I mean, why are you here? How did you find me?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest, he still had that fucking smile on his face, the one that made me want to hug him but I fought it.

“You look amazing. I missed you so much.” He says as he goes to stroke my face, I take a step back and his face looks as if I just kicked a puppy as he tugs on the sleeves of his sweater.

“Gabe, what the fuck? This is so fucking weird...What are you doing?” I ask

“You know, I thought you'd be a little happier to see me.” He answers, clearly upset that my reaction isn’t jumping for joy.

“You just broke into my house and got into bed with me while I was sleeping. Obviously I'm a little scared.” You explained as you paced a bit, how would you explain this to anyone? Does Gabe’s family know where he is?

“You think I'm scary?” His sad voice pulls you from your spiraling thoughts. I sigh and look at him, sitting on my bed with his brown curls poking out from under his red beanie, his blue eyes look scared and worried, I notice the way his sweater is baggy on him and wonder if he’s eating well and I can see his bottom lip trembling and I have to look away.

“No. I'm not...I'm not saying you're scary. I'm just trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.” I answer and he perks up a bit, he stands and comes closer to me, holding out one of his bruised hands.

“Let's go to the beach.” He says, his smile making my heart melt.

“Gabe… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I said softly. All I knew was Gabe is unpredictable and I hadn’t heard from him in so long. I was scared, this guy tracked me down and who knows what he’s capable of now, we aren’t silly kids anymore.

“I have a plan. I decided on my birthday. There was a bunch of fucking crazy people eating my cake, and a bunch of fat nurses telling me happy birthday as if they gave a shit, and I decided right there that I should be with you. 'Cause that's what families do. You know, normal families, they spend time together and be happy.” He explained with a smile and my heart sank, I wasn’t what this man wanted, I was just what he thought he wanted but I knew I couldn’t actually give him the help or happiness he deserves.

“Gabe, we're not a family. I... I thought you were living at your mom's house.” You said as your mind raced, crazy people eating his cake? Nurses? Then it clicked, Gabe’s family put him in an institution… you remembered his obsessive behavior that started shortly before he disappeared all those years ago.

“No. Shit. I'm getting ahead of myself. We-We gotta go down to the beach.” He said, this time grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door, you fight with him a bit on it and he gets desperate.

“Gabe, it's freezing cold outside. I'm not gonna go to the beach.” You say, hoping to convince him you didn’t need to leave the house as his grasp tightened.

“No, see, you're getting it all confused. I just started thinking, what would they want me to do? Like what would a normal, boring person do in this situation? So I just started showering and washing all my stuff and smiling all the time... All that shit that they think is important, that makes 'em feel safe, you know? I just started acting like everyone else.” He said, you could see tears starting to form in his eyes, his throat tightened as he talked and you realized if this man cries you’re done for… you just can’t do it… seeing tears running down his cheeks will kill you.

“Gabe...” you whispered, hoping to calm him down.

“Like I'm supposed to act. Like-Like... Like an adult.” He said pleadingly

“What are you talking about?” You asked, your guard lowering a bit,

“And I asked them if I could come home f-for the weekend to surprise you, and they said yes. They said yes, so here I am. Come on, I need to ask you something, but it's gotta be on the beach.” He pleaded and you slowly relented, you let him, it was going okay until there was a sound on the other side of the house and pulled out a large kitchen knife, you felt your heart jump into your throat before it settled in your stomach like a sinking pit.

“Gabe, what the fuck is that?” You asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“What? It's... It's just in case.” He said as he turned to you, the knife was gripped in his hand and his eyes looked a bit wild as he gave me a small smile.

“Just in case of what?” I ask, keeping my voice soft,

“In case of this. In case of someone coming… trying to keep us apart. Hey, it's self-defense. It's just protection, you know?” He explained softly and I looked at him concerned, why would he feel he needed self-defense to take me to the beach?

“Gabe, you're not going to be hurt.” I say as I reach slowly for the knife.

“Of course they are!” He raised his voice slightly and jerked the knife away from me, I put my hands up and nodded slowly,

“Fine… okay… let's go to the beach.” I say and he immediately calms down grabbing my hand as he leads me down to the beach, we walk in silence for a while before he speaks,

“You okay? You're freezing.” He says as he pulls off his coat and wraps it around me, I smile to myself softly when he does, I loved Gabe but I knew he needed more than I could ever reliably give him.

“Yeah.” I answered quickly.

“I'm-I'm sorry I had to do all that, but it's gonna be okay. I promise.” He said as we stood near the edge of the water.

“What are you doing? You can't act like this, Gabriel. You can't do this. This isn't okay.” I say, a bit worried about the knife in his pocket.

“You know you're the only one that's allowed to call me that? You and Dad. 'Cause you're the only ones that really love me. Do you know that?” He said, a small smile on his face as he squinted against the sun, his nose crinkling in a way I adored,

“Gabe...” I started, unsure of what to say,

“Do you remember when we got married?” He asked suddenly and I thought back to the summer we were kids, we had met on the beach we were now standing on, he was the cutest boy you had ever seen and my first love… until he disappeared.

“Ofcourse I remember… what about it?” I ask as he takes a small step towards me,

“I've just been having these flashbacks, like déjà vu or whatever, of when we got married. Do you remember? You kissed me on the beach, like where everyone could see.And then I said I love you. I whispered in your ear. Do you remember what you did? You grabbed my hand and pulled me into the ocean. And we went under and I proposed, and you said yes. Do you remember that? It was amazing. See? There it is.” He explains and I can feel the smile on my face of remembering those simpler times with him.

“Yeah….Holy shit.” I say softly,

“They've been... telling me that I'm a piece of shit. That I'm worthless.” He says as he looks off to the side, he’s still fidgeting with his hands as he does,

“Who tells you that?” I ask, genuine concern for him,

“But then I've been thinking about that moment when we got married, and-and I realize, you know, I'm...I'm not worthless. I'm pretty... I'm okay.” He says with a crooked smile, he looks at me with wide eyes,

“Of course you are.” I answer, Gabe has always been a soft guy, when his temper is under control.

“I mean, as long as...As long as I have you, I'm okay. As long as you love me, I'm fine. Yeah, I think I knew even then you were gonna be my wife.” He said and it’s my turn to look at him wide-eyed,

“Gabe, what are you talking about?” I ask as I can feel a cold sweat break out despite the cold weather,

“Shit, wait. Wait, hold on.” He says as he starts digging in his pockets and I start to shake a bit, I can’t handle this, I can’t do this, I can’t break his heart like this… I can’t hurt him.

“No, my... Gabe, what are you talking about?Please don't do this.” I pleaded softly, I prayed he wouldn’t do this to me, that he wouldn’t force me to rip my own heart out to hurt him. I watch as he gets excited as he looks down at the rind in his hand.

“This is how you’re supposed to do it, right?” He says as he takes a step back and gets down on one knee and looks up at me, I’m unsure of if his lips or hands are shaking more.

“No, don't...Don't do this, Gabe. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” I beg as I feel my chest tighten, I can’t hurt him but I can’t help him.

“(YFN), will you marry me?” He asks, his voice is shaky but overall confident,

“Oh My God.” I cover my mouth with my hand as I stare down at him,

“Like not kid stuff underwater, but-but for real. Aboveground, in front of God and everyone else. I want to be your husband. P-please? Say something?” He says, he begins getting desperate towards the end and all I can do is stare at him,

“Gabe, you're not... I don’t think… I’m not the same person I was five years ago, I-I’ve changed.” I say gently, hoping to talk some sense into him,

“No. No, no, no. No, I just...I just need you.Just you.” He says as he stands, the ring still held out to me as he stares into my eyes and I look away, I can’t bear it. I can’t bear seeing the pain on his face.

“Gabe, No.” I say as tears begin to stream down my face, not being able to hold it in any longer.

“No, don't. Don't, don't, don't. Don't...Don't be like them. Just... Please.I just need...We can live forever.And be happy.” He begged and I sobbed, burying my face in my hands as hot tears dropped down my red face, one of his hands cupped my cheek, wiping away my tears and I push it away.

“No. I ca...I can't help you. You need...You need real help. You need doctors and you need medicine...and you need people who know how to help you. I don't know how to help you.” I explain and he shakes his head and holds the ring out to me again.

“But...But I love you.” He says and I feel as if I might pass out,

“I love you too that’s why I hate that I can’t help you.” I say and tears begin to stream down his face aswell, he is still clutching the ring tightly,

“I'm just...I'm so full of love.I just... I just need you to love me back.” He says softly and I shake slightly,

“I do love you, Gabe.” I say and he looks back up into my eyes,

“Then p-please… just say you’ll marry me… I’ll be good. I’ll be a good husband.” He pleads and my heart sinks lower.

I can’t.

I can’t

But I have too.

I need too.

Who else would love him as much as I do?

Who else wouldn’t just call the fucking cops?

“Gabe… I… fuck… i-if I agree to marry you. If we do this you have to take your meds… you have to continue getting treatment and help…” I say slowly, choosing my words carefully. Gabe nodded as he stepped closer to me.

“I-I swear… I promise… anything for you.” He says eagerly. I nod slowly and hold my hand out to him, he smiles widely and slips the ring on my finger before pulling me in for a kiss. I couldn’t stop myself from pulling him closer. The fabric of his sweater in a death grip between my fingers as I cry into the crook of his neck. I love him, I’m going to help him. It takes a while before we pull apart.

“See? I knew it… We’re going to be so happy.” He says, my face cupped in his hands and I smile softly up at him. We will need to work things out, we will need to call his family and let them know he’s safe and where he is, I’ll also have to plead for him not to be sent back to the mental hospital, but as of right now I’m here on a cold ass beach with the one man I’ve loved since childhood with his ring weighing down my finger as he embrace each-other, all the other problems can wait.

[shady-the-simp]

DUUDEEE THIS SOUNDS SO MUCH LIKE THE REQUEST I SENT IN TO @icarus-star ITS CRAZY

HDISJCLSNCNS

(And at like the 23:40 mark i love the part where i goes “but i obeyed your command. i didn’t touch myself” ITS SO FUCKING CUTE IDK WHY JSKSKOAN)

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

🤍🧸lilli🧸🤍

requests: OPEN

moodboard requests: OPEN

🤍 R.Culkin

CHARLIE WALKER (scream iv)

charlie walker x reader moodboard

charlie walker boyfriend headcanons

charlie walker x waitress!reader

charlie walker x movie!geek!reader

CLAY ROACH (city on a hill)

clay roach x reader headcanons

CLYDE (elecrick children)

clyde x reader moodboard

clyde boyfriend headcanons

clyde comforting reader with panic attacks

DANNY COOPER (the intruders)

nothing here yet...

GABRIEL (gabriel 2014)

nothing here yet...

KAPPA (black mirror)

someone new series masterlist

someone new series moodboard

kappa x reader headcanons

MARCUS (swarm)

marcus x reader headcanons

MIKE (5lbs of pressure)

nothing here yet...

OLLIE SWAY (song of sway lake)

nothing here yet...

SAMUEL LAFFERTY (under the banner of heaven)

samuel lafferty x religious!reader moodboard

🤍 K.GALLNER

BENSON (the passenger)

nothing here yet...

COLIN GRAY (jennifer's body)

colin gray x twee!reader moodboard

HASIL FARRELL (the outsiders)

nothing here yet...

HUCK FINN (band of robbers)

nothing here yet...

JAMES HEATHRIDGE (criminal minds)

nothing here yet...

QUENTIN SMITH (nightmare on elm street)

nothing here yet...

SIMON (dinner in america)

nothing here yet...

VINCE SCHNEIDER (scream v)

vince schneider x softgirl!reader moodboard

olderbf!vince x reader headcanons

what I WON'T write

🤍anything involving eating disorders or self harm

🤍male reader

🤍anything involving necrophilia, incest or paedophilia

[angelsnkisses]

pt. 2 to kissing rory culkin characters

A/N: i really liked writing the last one, so i decided to make a little sequel :).

includes: øystein aarseth (euronymous), kappa, clyde, clement, gabriel [why do like none of his characters have clarified last names]

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

warnings: multifandom!rory, gn!reader, mentions of smut

the man in the back 😭

euronymous (lords of chaos) would be practicing guitar on his worn out couch, his fingers moving skillfully across the strings and his head nodding along with the rhythm. you'd be sitting at the other end of the couch, your knees bent and your back against the couch's arm. he'd finish the song he was practicing before looking to you for guidance, smiling at your enthusiastic grin as you compliment his work. he'd return your grin lazily, propping the guitar up against the coffee table before climbing over you, hands grabbing your knees and pulling them apart so he could settle between them. he would start kissing you, deep and steady, his hands running up your thighs to your hips, being oh so sweet to you. it would definitely escalate, he can never be slow with you for very long (sorry, i don't make the rules). long story short, it would end in you holding onto him for dear life, crying and begging for him to slow down while he rocks into you relentlessly :(.

kappa (black mirror) would be uncharacteristically soft when kissing you (not that you mind). he's a little rough with you when it comes to intimacy, but kissing? he'd keep that gentle and sweet. he'd be relaxing with a drink (or, let's be real, plotting some kind of diabolical plan), and hear you walk in, stopping what he's doing so he can give you a captivating smile. he'd beckon you over in an almost needy manner, which you'd gladly agree to. he'd have some old radio playing crackly music, the sound adding some ambiance as you straddle him. you'd expect him to be a hard, strict dom all the time, but he really isn't. he'd cup your face, and kiss you slow, his lips meshing against yours with saccharine tenderness. less than a half hour of kissing, teasing, and stripping later, he'd be holding your waist while you ride him, thrusting his hips up to meet your bounces. he'd still be kissing you so delicately while pounding you, spitting peremptory, backhanded praises in your ear all the while.

clyde (electrick children) would be so so gentle with you, going at your pace. like, you'd be laying in bed with your hands on his chest, his on your waist, your body basically pulled on top of his as he kisses you in a way that leaves your body thrumming. despite this, he'd still be making loving comments between kisses, the ones that make your face heat up and your heart race. things like 'you're so pretty' and 'all mine' would slip from his lips almost involuntarily. when you smile and try to hide your face he'd just start kissing you all over again :<. you can expect more comments like that if things escalate, he loves praising you like no other. he'd groan and whimper softly in your ear while grinding up against you, his hips rolling against yours as amorous, borderline vulgar encouragement poured out of his mouth.

clement (hick) would just be gushing over you every single time he got his lips on yours. he'd be so enamored with the intimacy of it, especially since it's with you. he'd be hanging out with you at his place, a movie playing on the tv. the film would be ignored, however, because you two would be too busy kissing each other deeply, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. he'd have one hand on the floor for stability, the other holding your jaw in his large hand so he could angle your face up to his. if you started to get needy, he'd tease you lovingly, mumbling how perfect you are against your lips before his hand would start to slip into your pants :3.

gabriel (gabriel) would get weak in the knees every time you kiss him, the intoxication of your admiration making his brain melt into putty. he'd come up behind you while you were making a snack of something, wrapping his arms around your waist and ducking down to bury his face in your neck. he would start kissing the soft skin tenderly, murmuring little pleads and coaxes for your attention. you'd smile and turn in his hold, deciding the snack could wait and wrapping your arms around his neck. he'd smile back down at you, hands brushing over your lower back whilst he leans down. he'd begin to kiss you at an even, patient pace, humming against you contently. he wouldn't even care if it wasn't the most romantic setting, as long as you were there. he would kiss you for so long, unable to get enough of you. if you two decided you wanted to take things further, his kisses would deepen amatorily, desperation growing as he tries to tug you in the direction of the bedroom. he would start begging you under his breath, quietly muttering how bad he needs you :(.

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A/N: i've never written for clyde before, i hope it wasn't too out of character 😭 i just got a little carried away.. again. clements was a little short, but his appearance in hick was very brief, so i didn't have much to work off of. anyways, hope you enjoyed :)!

[chewygeuse]

im blessed.

[rabbits-bad-habit]

Warm and Dry - Gabe/GN Reader

After getting caught up in the rain, Gabe offers you some of his clothes. He quickly realizes that he's never seen you in his clothes before.

TW: Literally just 2k words of fluffy stuff :)

A/N: Cas is not horny for once?? Wowza. Anyway, been roughhhh, so I thought I'd just write something short n sweet.

You and Gabe had been running around for hours by now. Nooks and crannies, fun little places to hang out in and share a cigarette before getting caught and moving. The plan was originally to just go grab some food and head back to his to find a movie to watch, but you'd gotten caught up in going from place to place and lost track of time. When you were finally satisfied with the day and found your way to a bus stop, it had begun raining and then before the bus arrived, pouring. When you actually got on the bus, you were both utterly soaked, rain water dripping into the fabric seats. Laughing at the almost cartoonish nature of the onset rainstorm.

The sun was setting, but the downpour had also slowed before you got off, making the walk a lot more enjoyable. Nice colors peaking through the thin rain clouds as you made your way along the sidewalk. By the time you got back to Gabe’s it was entirely dark. Walking up the long drive without the light would have proved difficult if not for Gabe, who could’ve gotten up to his house with his eyes closed. He'd done it so many times, snuck in at unreasonable hours so many times over the years, he at first didn't even consider that he'd need to lead you.

It was so quiet, the loudest sound besides your chatting was the crunch of stray gravel under foot. The soft pitter-patter of drizzle hitting the leaves above, sliding off onto the both of you and adding to the weight of your clothes. He noticed that you were cold, of course he noticed. He didn't quite think giving you his equally as wet jacket would do much, though, so he simply carried on relaying the gossip he had as he unlocked and swung open the front door for you.

He called out for his family, but no one was around. The lack of a car out front should have told him, but he didn't want to make assumptions. “Suppose we are alone for now.” He mumbled, adding the ‘for now’ as knowing his family, they wouldn't be out for too long. He followed you inside and ushered you up the stairs to where his room was. He walked closely behind, and you picked up your conversation where it left off. Something about one of his moms friends, he’d overheard basically all of it through the phone, which his mom always had on speaker. You were both laughing about how ridiculous the drama was, and how it was even funnier than he was able to figure this out just by being in the general area.

When you got into his room, he darted for the dresser without a word. Tearing things from one of its drawers and setting them to the side. Obviously looking for something in particular. He stopped for a moment, turning back to look at you. “Wait- do you mind changing into some of my clothes? You shouldn't have to stay all wet. I can try to find something else, if not?” He was very serious about this question, face deadpan. You fought back a grin, he did his absolute best to be careful with things like this. Never assume.

“I don't mind, as long as I can get into something that won't be so cold.” You chuckled, your arms wrapping in on yourself as you appreciated the house itself at least being warm. He dragged a couple shirts from the dresser, haphazardly throwing them onto the bed behind him, then did the same with some sweatpants and what looked like a sweater as well. A set for each of you.

He gathered his clothes into a bunch between his arms and headed off towards the bathroom door. Already ripping the beanie from his head and tossing it off somewhere in the direction of his hamper. “I’ll let you change in here! There’s a sweater there, too, if you’re really that cold.” Shrugging, hoping he had put out proper enough items. He closed and locked the door behind him out of habit.

You fought to get out of your wet clothes, finally folding them and placing them on top of his dresser to try and minimize the amount of other fabric in the room you were getting wet. You took a look over what he left for you. One of his long sleeve shirts, a sage green color, and a grey pair of sweatpants you knew he always slept in. Both were worn and just slightly too big for you, but it was so nice to have something warm on and it all smelled like him. The bit of chaos that ended the night felt like it all slowed down at once. You almost forgot about the sweater, and you smiled when you realized which one it was. He wore this thing all the time, it felt like a compliment that he was allowing you to have it for the night.

“I'm dressed if you are!” You called, laughing at your own choice of words and sitting down on the edge of the bed. Without realizing, you had pulled the sleeves of his sweater over your hands. The door immediately opened. He’d finished changing a good minute or so prior to you, but said nothing as he wanted to wait until you were done. He always hated feeling rushed, he wanted to make sure you didn’t. He was just as happy to be in dry clothing, adjusting the edges of his shirt when he walked out.

You were combing your fingers through your hair when he actually looked over at you. He simply stopped, eyes going big at the sight. Your hair all wet, all relaxed now that you were inside. On his bed, the yellow toned side table lamp casting pretty shadows over your features, cosy in his clothes. It was adorable, and you looked stunning to him. He couldn't find the words he was going to say anymore, caught off guard by his own reaction.

He just stared for a moment before you had a chance to notice that he had returned to the room. It was silly. Most people get this same jaw-dropped feeling when they see their partner in formal clothes or some fancy lingerie, but here he was seeing you in what he wore for pajamas and just as wowed. His clothes. His. You looked so comfortable, so at home. He couldn't help how much his heart melted.

He rushed over to you, only a few steps considering how small his room was. You jumped, not expecting him to be so close so suddenly. He rarely seemed tall compared to you, but sitting on the edge of his bed with him staring down at you with the softest eyes, the difference was noticeable. Before you could get a word out, his hands were on either side of your face. Palms pressed up against your cheeks, fingers just barely reaching under your hair. It was gentle but firm, like you were going to run away or disappear if he let go.

He brought his lips to yours, kissing you with so much passion you could bottle it. It took you a second and a muffled “mm?” to register before you happily kissed him back. Softly placing your hands over his, eyes fluttering closed. The action felt so genuine, pure intentioned. The kiss lasted no more than a few seconds, even if it was obvious the both of you could have continued for much longer. Just soft, a sweet exchange driven by emotion. Pulling back for a moment, he looked over your face. You smiled up at him and he felt like his heart was going to pop. 

He pecked your lips again, an exaggerated smooch that even he was almost surprised about. Acting on impulse, as per usual, showing his affection without hesitation because he knew he could. You had mutual trust, and he put faith in that. The only thing he had to worry about when he was around you was you- making sure he heard all the good things he thought about you. From his brain to yours as soon as possible.

“Have I ever said that you’re beautiful?” He asked, entirely rhetorical as he knew the answer. He mentioned it so often it was probably annoying. He almost couldn't stand to look at you, the love he felt for you overflowing through his body. Physical emotion, spreading through his chest, and making his hands restless. His usual intense and unwavering eye contact broke as he took a couple deep breaths. His own grin spanning his entire face no matter how hard he tried not to let it, to seem cool.

“Not a single time, no.” You chuckled, joking right back. He sat down on the bed next to you, up towards the headboard. He fiddled with his nails absentmindedly, his eyes still not quite yet returning to your face. He was thankful for that when he noticed that you still seemed cold, a gentle shiver in your shoulders. You might not have even noticed that you were still so cold just yet, but he saw it. Likely the after effect of not just being out in the early spring air, but also being entirely drenched.

“You still cold?” He asked, eyebrows knit together. Yeah, you absolutely were. It was that lingering cold where the only option is piling under blankets or sitting directly in front of a heater, even once you were inside. Might not have noticed had he not. He wasn't, even though he was just wearing a tshirt and sweatpants, the big puffer jacket that he always brought out in the colder months preemptively protecting him from it.

“Yeah, a little.” You hugged your arms around yourself, now purposely tucking your hands into the sleeves of Gabe’s sweater. He nodded in reply, immediately getting an idea. Throwing his legs over and onto the bed and scooching over to the other side, he excitedly motioned for you to come closer. You curiously followed, and laid down next to him. He grabbed for the comforter, pulling it over the both of you, leaving the undersheet bunched up at the end of the mattress. You cuddled into the soft fabric, much like his clothes, this smelled just as much like him. There wasn't much time to process, Gabe quickly wrapped his arms around you, tight and sweet.

He pulled you into his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. He was warm, and his hands held onto you so firmly. So secure. He just sat, allowing himself to drink in the weight of you between his arms. By now you were realizing you weren't just chilly, but tired. It had been a long day before the storm had hit. You were very happy where you were, cuddled up to him.

There was a nice silence. Neither of you spoke for a moment. Just enjoying the shared space and body heat, appreciating each other. Not a single thing in that room moved for a minute. Just the two of you, after a nice day of exploring and spending time. Listening to each others breathing. In the end it was Gabe who broke the silence.

“I love you.” His voice was soft, and endlessly sincere. The words felt good in his mouth, the shapes of each letter satisfying against his tongue. He couldn't help the way he repeated it. Once, then again, and then again, right after each other. Light blush still dusting his cheeks the longer he looked at you in that shirt. His shirt. The urge to say it again only getting stronger.

“And I love you, Gabe.” You replied, pulling back and admiring the subtle features of his face. You could have gotten lost in how much feeling there was in his expression. You’d do anything for that man. You’d do anything if it meant you could stay where you were. “You wanna take a nap before your mom gets back?”

[greenxgloss]

which of rory’s characters do you think would be into somnophilia 🤔

this might be controversial...

gabriel fs

like that scene where he pulled up to alices house and just got in her bed lowkeyyyyyy!?!?!? otherwise the obvious answer would be charlie. he, to me seems like the most sexually open and sneaking up on you in bed is 100% on his list

[twoheadedboyyyy]

Culkin! boys dating headcannons

GN! reader, writing about the characters, not rory himself!!! SFW

Ollie Sway

-Ollie is an old soul, and this definitely shows when dating him. Late nights with Ollie would entail wine drunk ramblings about whatever jazz vinyl was playing from his record player, ending with you both stumbling to bed waking everyone else in the house.

-You & Ollie would 100% share clothes, especially because Ollie loves seeing you wearing his shirts and jumpers all the time. He finds it as a symbol of your love for him, aswell as showing everyone you were together.

-Ollie is definitely a picnic man, he'd love to take you out on the boat and sail until you both came across a spot you liked. Although this wouldn't always be the best plan since Nikolai's precious boat was known to stall, which has resulted in the both of you being stranded on the shore a few times in the past.

Jack Thurlowe

-Dating jack can be tough at times due to how he conveys his emotions.

-Jack gets alot of writers block, especially when he's struggling emotionally so he'll tend to come to you for help with his next article, even if you have no knowledge of current events he'd always seek your input.

-You always fall asleep first, no matter how tired Jack is he will force himself awake to watch over you. Once you're asleep he takes his time to reflect on his life, current or past, whilst smoking out of a nearby window.

-when Jack comes home from a long day at work all he wants to do is curl up with you in the living room watching your favourite old movies until you both fall asleep.

Gabriel ml <3

-I like to imagine Gabriel came across you at the diner, and after one conversation you were his new obsession.

-He'd be so gentle towards you all the time, but you always have to be aware of how quickly Gabes mental state can shift.

-Yet Gabriels most effective grounding method is definitely just holding you in his arms whilst you try to calm him, softly whispering praises into his ear.

-If you owned an apartment with a garden or some kind of outdoor space, he would appreciate your efforts to make it suit Gabriels smoking habits no matter if you did it aswell. He'd love if you smoked with him, seeing it as the perfect way to calm his nerves; with nicotine and his darling at his side.

[Sorry if any of these are a bit out of character, but once I see more culkin characters I might consider a p2]

This is not proofread 🙏

[kappasbbgirl]

and when i watch gabriel or jack goes home again for the upteenth time then what???

[darkromanceenthusiast]

If you still write for rory culkin characters, can you do a fic of the reader comforting gabriel through a really bad panic attack?

Gabriel (2014 x reader)

Contains: Panic attack mentions, fluff, Gabe feels guilty

“Just… uhm… breathe… it’s okay! I-it’s fine… you’re fine!” Gabriel’s panicked voice registered in my head as I took laboring breaths. I could feel his shaky hands on my shoulders. The twitching of his fingers giving me something to focus on. I open my eyes, light flood in the edges and form a halo of light around the man before you. His concerned face and furrowed brows making your heart tug in your chest. His brilliant blue eyes are glossy with tears as his lips tremble with something.

He doesn’t understand.

He thinks he caused this.

He thinks he’s hurting you.

Your shaky hands come up, cupping the sides of his face as your shaky breath begins to stabilize. You feel the tension leaving your body replaced with something else, something you’d rather just not focus on. Upon realizing you’re calm again Gabriel pulls you into a tight hug. His hands gripping desperately against your shirt as you feel him huffing your scent as he buries his face in your neck. His own anxiety now calling upon seeing you okay.

He’s doing his best.

He’s doing better for you.

He’s gonna keep you happy, you know?

You feel your heart beat slow as you rest your forehead on his shoulder to breathe.

He's doing better. 

He's taking the pills like he promised, going to appointments, cooperating… but he's also getting comfortable. He snuck out, taking a late night walk causing you to wake up in an empty bed. You panicked. He was still picking at his fingers in between running his hands through your hair, the need to touch you consuming him.

“I w-wont do it again…” he mumbled and your heart broke, you just held him tighter.

“S not your fault, Gabe.” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, your fingers burying in those brown curls you love. You shake your head against his neck as his hands mimic yours, grasping the back of your neck and leaning his forehead against yours.

“But… I caused it, didn't I?” he asks, his blue eyes gazing into yours. All you can do in nod numbly.

“You weren't here… if something happened to you…” you began and Gabe nodded, burying his face in your neck.

“I swear I wont do it again.” he pleaded and you nodded.

Its okay, its alright… lets just get to bed.” you mumbled into his hair, pressing soft kisses to his head. He nodded and helped you up and over to bed.