#gabriel 2014

[bellapple-dude]

Nvm im in my Rory Culkin era

[quicksilversg1rl]

no I literally need him inside my veins

I want him inside my skin

I need him so bad this isn’t funny anymore

[chewygeuse]

coquette pfps with rory !! :3

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

[icarus-star]

[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.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

I AM BEGGING YOU TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR GABRIEL (one of Rory’s characters) PLEASEEEE😭😭😭

It is my pleasure, anonnie 🖤🫶🏻

Crybaby

Summary: Gabriel throws up his meds…again! At first, you think that he’s just sick of them but there’s more to it…

Pairing: virgin!Gabriel x nurse!fem!Reader

Word Count: - 2.8k

Content Warnings: Psych Ward Smut 18+!, Kinda Angsty On Gabe’s Part, Gabe Being A Manipulative Little Shit But He Doesn’t Mean Any Harm He’s Just Delulu, Throwing Up, Crying, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions Of Medication, Mentions Of Gabe’s Shitty Shitty Family, Pet Names, Reader Absolutely Babying Gabe, A Bit Of Hair Pulling, It’s Giving Mommy Vibes Just Saying, An Attempted Handjob, I Put In A Tiny Easter Egg For All My Fellow New Amsterdam Watchers <3

A/N: A massive Thank You! to @spookyorchid for putting the thoughts about virgin Gabe into my head!

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai @fan-goddess

You're all on your own and

You lost all your friends

You told yourself that

It's not you, it's them

You're one of a kind

And no one understands

But those cry baby tears

Keep coming back again

- Crybaby By Melanie Martinez

Friday, the clock gradually ticked towards 10 P.M.

Nightshift, as per usual. Bleak, cold light against equally pale, white walls. The occasional splatter of random color in the form of a rather contemporary piece of art didn’t exactly help with the eerie atmosphere creeping through Ward 4 like every night after sundown.

With your head looming over an array of documents that were messily scattered across a white-painted desk, you felt your body getting swept by the third Red Bull you’d hammered down about 10 minutes ago, nerve endings buzzing and a stomach twitching in the need to do something, anything but sitting at this damned desk, filling out forms for the dayshift staff. The ballpoint pen between your fingers drew slightly shaky lines as you ticked the boxes for the taken medications after dinner, scribbling down names of substances you could hardly spell out properly even after two years of working here.

The harsh ticking of the clock right behind you, hanging high above locked drawers full of files and pill bottles, echoed in your perked ears, all senses heightened treacherously by the unquestionably unhealthy amount of caffeine rushing through your bloodstream.

You scrunched your nose ever so slightly as the tip of the pen chaffed over the paper, leaving the outlines of the box in a sudden, involuntary jerk of your hand. Footsteps, dull and muffled, nevertheless, still very much audible in your little, open-doored and window-framed bureau.

"My goodness, Gabriel…" You sighed, leaning back and straightening out the wrinkles in your mint-green scrubs before heading out, sliding the ballpoint pen into a little pocket on your chest.

Just like every Friday, Gabe was the only patient left on Ward 4 of the clinic. Everybody else had left for home or wherever after the post-dinner distribution of meds for the residents who needed them. Everybody but poor Gabriel. His family had stopped coming by or god forbid picking him up for the weekends at least 6 months ago. His older brother, Matthew, had stuck to it a little longer than their mother but he, too, eventually had stopped showing his face around here.

Needless to say that it had left Gabriel in absolute shambles. For a long time, it had been nothing but heartbreaking to see how he had gotten his hopes up every Friday after dinner, his bright blue eyes transfixed on the entrance doors, waiting for his brother to waltz in and pick him up to go home, even if it was just for the weekend. However, no one came and with every weekend passing by, Gabe had grown more and more apathetic towards everything and anything surrounding him. You couldn't even blame him…not that you tried to, to begin with, no, you felt wholeheartedly sorry for him. Left behind by his own family just like that. The medical bills were paid and with that, Gabriel was out of their sight and presumably out of their mind, too.

For the first few weeks, Gabe had been acting out on every next-best occasion; food had been thrown, cigarettes flicked into other residents' and staff members' faces until finally, it had calmed down. Now his tantrums were rare and tame compared to the whole storm he used to bring with him. Maybe he'd simply given up on it or therapy was finally doing something for him instead of against him in his already severely fragile state of mind.

Walking along the dimly lit corridor, the nearly sterile clean, unwelcoming linoleum floor squeaking under your trainers, you taunted yourself not to think about it too much because it would only render you sad and sorry for him. Eventually, those thoughts would dig up the pressing need to see Gabe happy for once and those were emotions and wishes you simply had to throw right out of the window whilst working here. You had absolutely no business entertaining personal relations with the residents in here but you sensed an inkling that a part of you was way beyond that already in regards to poor Gabe.

“Hey…Gabe? Are you okay?” You asked through the door before turning the knob to the side to enter.

“Leave me alone!” His sore voice croaked back from the bathroom, the door to it wide open and light emitting from it flooding the rest of the room.

“That’s not exactly what my job requires me to do, Gabe, you know that.” You tried to sound a little humorous about it to take the tension out of the situation.

You knew very well what had happened even before you turned the corner to pass through the doorframe, exhaling a low sigh as you saw Gabe crouching down in front of the toilet bowl.

“Again?” You asked, giving your best to draw any judgment from your tone.

“Hate ‘em.” It blubbered from Gabe’s lips in a choked-back whine.

“I know…I know you don’t like the meds.” In a soothing manner, you sat down next to him on the bathroom tiles, your back leaning against the wall and arms slumped between your slightly parted knees.

“Make me feel drowsy and tired all the time…” Gabe sniffled, wiping his mouth with a scrunched-up ball of toilet paper before tossing it in the bowl.

“I know…” You sighed, turning your face towards him, “But it won’t get any better when you throw them up all the time, no? It’s not good for your throat, your teeth and you're not doing your body any favor with it, angel face.”

Gabriel whirled his head around at the mention of his very own, little pet name you gave him a while ago. It never failed to draw his fickle attention towards you.

“But I hate them…” He groaned, repeating his obvious dislike towards the pills he had to swallow daily.

“Maybe you wouldn’t hate them so much if you gave your body some time to adjust to them, huh? I know they suck, make you tired and give you a bit of a tummy ache from time to time but, you know, I think that maybe your body just needs a while to get used to the medication.” You arched your brows a little, tilting your head to the side with a faint smile ghosting around your mouth.

“Hmm…”, Gabriel pouted at you, his bright blue eyes covered with a watery sheen, indicating that he wasn’t far from spilling tears, “‘m not gonna take them, no, nuh-uh, never.”

“C’mon now, I know you can be a good boy tomorrow, no? Just try it. Two weeks tops and you’ll feel better.” Trying to convince him would take a good while but it wasn’t entirely impossible.

“No.” He stated bluntly, his chin lowering towards his chest as the first droplets gushed over his lower lashline.

“It’s okay, Gabe, it’s okay…come here.” Against all rules and guidelines, you raised your arm and offered Gabriel to crawl into a tender embrace.

He sobbed quietly as he shoved his face against your chest, a wash of new tears soaking into your scrubs, rendering the mint-green darker.

“I’m sure you can do that, Gabe. I promise to be with you on the weekends like always, yeah?” You tried to soothe him, your arm wrapped around his shaking statue for your fingers to play with the hairs falling down to the nape of his neck.

“You…you’re..”, He tried to catch his jittery breath, “Y-You’re the only one who’s here for me. Everybody else just hates me. I know they do!”

At his words your stomach dropped, twisting and coiling in a surge of painful compassion for the hurt Gabriel was in. You knew it all too well yourself.

“Don’t say that, Gabe. I don’t think anybody here hates you. Just the other day Rose and Henry asked you if you want to play cards with them, remember?” Trying to guide him to do the same, you allowed your body to relax against his, your angled knees stretching out over the bathroom tiles.

“But only because Dr. Frome made them ask me…” Gabe blubbered against your collarbone, taking your new position as an opportunity to sneak himself right onto your lap, his fingers clawing at your sides.

“Gabe, hey…”, You tried to admonish not only him but yourself as well that he was clearly crossing a boundary here, “Angel face, you can’t do that, please.”

“Hmhmmm…”, He whined, slightly pressing his front against your chest, nuzzling his forehead into the crook of your neck, strands of his hair brushing over your skin, “Please, just for a moment. N-nobody here hugs me...ever.”

With a slightly choked-back sigh, you gave in to his plea to be held for a moment. You knew that the two of you were the only ones left on Ward 4 and that wouldn’t change until Monday morning. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to comfort Gabriel in a way he craved while nobody else was watching.

“Only if you are honest with me for a moment, Gabe.” You squinted down at his face, a warm smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you saw that he had his eyes closed, features all relaxed and calm while the last few tears trickled over his slightly blushed cheek.

“Uh-huh…” He hummed quietly.

“I have the feeling there might be another reason for you throwing up your meds, angel face…” You proposed, watching his expression change ever so slightly. Caught.

“What do you mean?” Gabriel tried to act innocent.

“I think you know just fine what I mean, Gabe, don’t you?” To coax the answer out of him, your fingers crept into the thick of his hair from his neck on upwards, tugging a bit more vigorously at a few strands.

“Hmhmm, h-hey…” It fell from his lips as something in between a whine and a bashful moan.

“Oh... “ You actively forgot yourself for a moment and pulled at his hair again to make Gabe squeak out once more.

“Mmmm…wanted your attention.” He confessed eventually, hiding his increasingly blushing face in the curve of your shoulder where the tip of his nose grazed right over your pulse point.

“See? Good boy.” You stopped tugging but left your fingers to brush through his soft hair repeatedly.

“Am I?” His warm breath gingerly blew over your exposed skin, sending a wave of treacherous goosebumps all over your chest, causing your nipples to perk up against the inside of your bra.

“Yes, most of the time you are.”; You led your eyes to wander from his face over his striped shirt down to his checkered shorts, a visible bulge pushing against the fabric, “But you’d be an even better boy for me if you’d take your meds, yeah? Do you think you can do that for me tomorrow, Gabe?”

“Maybe…”, He reluctantly started agreeing, “I can try…”

“That’s a start.”, You cooed into the crown of his head, desperately holding on to your reason to not get horribly side-tracked by Gabe’s openly showing arousal, “And when you want my attention you know where to find me, no? Just come and talk to me next time, yeah?”

One part of you felt terribly sorry for him as an individual whereas the other part pitied him for being a man in his early twenties, stuck in a psych ward with little to no privacy. You knew just all too well that there wasn’t much to do around besides playing cards, smoking an ungodly amount of cigarettes out of boredom, or jerking off given the next best opportunity to and you’d lie if you said that you hadn’t noticed it before…haven’t heard him getting off as you walked through the ward on patrol.

“I don’t mean it like that…” A new flush of red surged into his cheeks.

“Huh?” Before you even had so much as the chance to utter a fully formed question, Gabriel’s lips were on your jaw, softly pressing into your skin in an almost shy peck that sent your senses grasping for better judgment.

He did it again, his soft lips creeping closer towards yours this time.

“Mmmm…w-want your attention like that. Do you like that?” He quipped, his mouth latching on to the corner of your mouth curiously.

“No, Gabe, stop!” You forced yourself to pull your head away from him, looking at him with wide eyes as his glacier-blue stared right back.

“No?” He winced, his voice oozing with emotional hurt.

“Sorry, angel face, I’m so sorry. Yes, yes, I do like that very much but we can’t, do you understand that? I’ll get fired when someone finds out, Gabe.” It rambled out of your mouth, mind and body fighting for the high ground right now.

“Well, nobody has to find out, duh.” His brows furrowed, a dead-pan expression on his face as if your worries were the most unreasonable he’d ever heard.

“Gabe…listen.” He made you shut up by raising one hand to his mouth, imitating the motion of turning a key in a lock before tossing the key.

“ ‘M not gonna say anything, I promise, I’m going to be a good boy.” Hearing him talk to you like that, the pleading and begging in his eyes beaming right at you nearly threatened to kill you on the spot.

“Gabe..” Repeating his name in a weak attempt to pull yourself together did absolutely nothing, instead, the young man sitting all curled up in your lap leaned in to press a daring kiss directly to your lips this time.

“Please…”, He practically moaned into your slightly agape mouth, craving, “Had nobody to do all that with before.”

“No one?” You looked at him, an awkward sense of morally gray compassion mixed into your own arousal.

“Nuh-uh.” Gabriel shook his head softly, his eyes glued to your lips.

For a split second, you pondered, heavy thoughts racing through your mind like bullets until one hit the control panel, causing a collateral shutdown.

“Fuck it, come here.” Your own breath hitched as your hand reached out to cradle his face gently, pulling his head toward yours until you were the one to kiss him.

Gabriel’s little mewls and moans filled your ears whilst your other hand brushed down his chest, across the waistband of his shorts, your palm teasingly brushing over his hard cock that was straining against the fabric heavily.

“Do that again..please…” He whined into the kiss, hips squirming to get another touch of your hand against his hard-on.

“Ask nicely, Gabe.” You instructed him, feeling a certain wetness pooling between your thighs.

“Please touch me there again..”, Gabriel’s voice broke as he tried to stutter a plea, “P-pretty please!”

It nearly knocked the air from your lungs and you felt the intoxication flood your bloodstream as you granted him his wish, now stroking over his clothed cock with the full length of your hand, fingers tracing the silhouette.

“Hmm…feels so fucking good, please don’t stop.” After breaking from the kiss, he nuzzled his face back into the crook of your neck, his shallow breaths hitting your jaw at a desperate, needy pace.

“Didn’t plan to, don’t worry.”, You planted a quick smooch on his temple, feeling like you were about to lose your mind over him, “My goodness, you’re so hard right now, aren’t you, Gabe?”

“Uh-huh, f-feels so good already.” It sounded as if he was about to start crying again, this time out of newly found pleasures.

“Fuck, ah…no. Shit.” The words rambled out of Gabriel’s mouth and felt immediately why.

His hip rocked and quivered against the palm of your hand, his entire body grew tense as he clawed at your scrubs whilst a puddle of wet soaked through his shorts, his cock pulsing and throbbing underneath.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. You’ll last a little longer next time.” You clutched his trembling torso against you, peppering his forehead with quick kisses, your heart hammering against your ribcage as a sense of realization started to dawn on you.

“Next time?” Gabriel hummed, a curious tone in his voice.

“We have the entire weekend now, don’t we?”

[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 :)!

[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)

[schmieschie]

Gabriel loves to spend every moment with you, and he loves it more if he can have constant physical contact with you even if it was just the pressure of your leg against his. He loves to sit around while you bake cookies, he’ll be hovering around until you let him taste the dough. Gabriel stands behind you silently, just observing you until he musters up the courage to gently wrap his arms around your waist. He holds you close and lets his head fall onto your shoulder; you don’t need to say anything as you know Gabriel's actions say everything you need to know.

When the cookies are baked, he doesn’t move away, instead hugging you closer with a sparkle in his eye. You hold up one of the warm cookies in your hand to bring it up to his mouth and watch as he slowly licks his lips before taking a bite. Gabriel’s warm lips graze ever so tenderly against your fingertips. As he chews a smile forms on his face, “your fingers are cold” he says quietly as he stays pressed against your back. You laugh it off with a small apology, but Gabriel just nuzzles into your shoulder, his breath and hair grazing against your skin.

Gabriel just wants time with you. He doesn’t care where, when or what you were doing because any time spent with you meant he could relax, the tension in his body will dissipate as if was never there to begin with.

[sawinsanity]

Luv Him <3

[quicksilversg1rl]

Feel’s Like Sugar In Me

gabriel x fem reader

warnings: a lil angsty but fluffy at the end, mentions of self harm

summary: gabriel visits you after not seeing you for five years

a/n: basically like the scene where he goes to see alice again but not exactly the same!

He was careful not to wake you, tiptoeing through your apartment till he got to your room. He opened the door slowly, wincing as it creaked.

Once the door was finally open, his eyes landed on your sleeping form, your legs tucked to your chest as you slept. His face softened, a gentle smile making itself home on his face; he had finally gotten to see you after being away from you for so long.

He rushed over to your bed, sliding his shoes off and taking off his beanie as he got on, slowly sliding towards your body; he immediately wrapped his arms around your frame, burying his face into your skin as he breathed in your scent.

You began to stir against him, your body unconsciously trying to get comfortable against the new and unfamiliar warmth pressed to your back. You tossed and turned, your eyes opening as you yawned. The feeling of a strange chest pressed up against you finally kicking in, causing you to jump up from your bed, putting distant between you and the stranger.

“Woah woah what the fuck!” you yelled out, fumbling for the taser in your desk drawer and pulling it out, holding it out in front of you. You were about to turn it on when his face became visible, the moonlight hitting his face perfectly, causing you to let out a shaky breath as all your memories of him came flooding back.

“Gabe…?” you trailed off, lowering the taser before concentrating hard on his face and your surroundings, trying to figure out if your mind was playing a trick on you or if you were dreaming.

“Surprise!” he softly said, a huge smile on his face as his big blue eyes looked at you.

“Gabe what the fuck? How are- what are you doing here? How the fuck did you even get in?” you rambled on, your eyes anxiously looking at your window for signs of entry before looking at your door.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” he sweetly said, eyes filled with hope and love as he looked at you. He moved towards you, causing you to take a few steps back, making sure to put distance between you two.

His face fell at your action, the hope in his eyes fading away as he registered your reaction.

“You’re scared of me?” he sadly asked, his face looking similar to that of a hurt puppy, his slight frown tugging on your heartstrings.

“No I’m just-“ you stopped yourself, trying to find the right words to say to your first love.

“To be honest with you Gabe, yes I’m scared, you broke into my house in the middle of the night and you got into bed with me while I was sleeping, that’s pretty fucked!” you stopped, clearing your throat before you spoke again, “how’d you even find me?” you anxiously asked, your arms wrapping around your body as you looked at him.

His heart shattered at your confession, the person he loved most was scared of him and it was all his fault, he thought.

A few tears began to form in his eyes, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed before speaking, “But-but I always used to do it and you never had a problem with it.” he asked, sounding defeated as he tried to figure out why it was such a problem.

“That was five years ago Gabe, five years! So much has changed since then!” you unexpectedly yelled out, your hands immediately coming up to cover your mouth once you realized.

He flinched as you screamed, his nose crinkly as he tried to keep himself from breaking down.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to see you, you were all I ever thought about in there, and I knew that as-” he let out a shaky breath, wiping his eyes before speaking up again,”-as soon as I got out, I needed to come find you.”

Your heart shattered as you looked at him, eyes glazed over with tears.

“Gabe…” you whispered out, not knowing what to do; your emotions were everywhere as your mind was reminded of a really dark time for you, your brain having suppressed these memories due to how much it hurt you.

They all came flashing back to you; the day you found out about what Gabriel had done to himself and that he was being sent to a mental institution, you didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye and your parents had forbid you from even trying to visit him. You moped for days, weeks, and even months. It took you quite a while to move on, the memory of Gabriel slowly fading away, the pain along with it; but now it was like a bandaid being ripped off, the wound opening again as you remembered everything.

“I-I, I needed to see you, please don’t push me away, please don’t shut me out, please I need you!” he whisper shouted, his hands grabbing yours as he began sobbing, causing your head to hang low as the tears rolled down your cheeks. You closed your eyes as you cried, not wanting to look at Gabriel, knowing if you did you’d just give in. You still loved him, even after all these years; he was the first boy you’d ever kissed, the first boy you had ever held hands with you, he was your boy and you were madly in love with him, you still were.

Your eyes reluctantly opened, your gaze falling onto his hands. You noticed the bloody tissue poorly wrapped around it, causing you to pull your hands from him and wipe your tears, carefully grabbing onto his hand as you looked at it.

“Jesus Gabe, what happened, who did this to you?” you asked, peeling the tissue away to reveal a nasty gash across his palm.

His lip quivered at your question, his eyes looking anywhere but yours. You looked up to him for an answer, his guilt ridden face giving you all the answer you needed.

“Oh god…” you whispered out more to yourself than to him, your face falling as you realized he had done it himself.

“Look, it’s fine it’s nothin’ I was just bored that’s all,” he said, causing you to just shake your head as you got up, you knew he was lying but you weren’t going to press him on it.

You walked towards your bathroom and got your first aid kit, walking back to him as you saw him anxiously biting his nails, picking at the skin around them too.

You grabbed his injured hand, beginning to clean the wound and eventually properly bandage it.

“Thank you..” he said softly, a warm blush to his face as he realized that you still cared about him.

There was an awkward silence between you two for a while, the only sound in the room being that of you and Gabriel’s breathing.

“Does your mom know you’re here?” she asked him, his face looking guilty once again, causing you to just sigh out as you thought about the situation at hand.

“She doesn’t, but please, don’t tell her okay, I don’t wanna be there, they-they don’t treat me like a person in there-“ he let out a shaky breath, his hands twitching at his sides as he spoke, “-they’ll just send me back so that they don’t have to deal with me anymore, they all get to live a happy normal life and I don’t!” he slightly yelled out, tears in his eyes.

“But I don’t need them, I just need you, I just need you okay? I love you, I love you so much, please,” he begged, the patched up cracks in your heart slowly unraveling as you heard him talk about his home life.

“Please, just- at least for tonight, I just wanna be with you,” he spoke sadly, looking up into your eyes, a few tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Gabriel…” you whispered, his hands trembling as they grabbed onto yours.

“You know, you and dad are the only ones that get to call me that,” he spoke, a small smile falling over his features, “You’re the only ones that truly love me, you’re not like the others; they just wanna control me and keep me locked away, but not you, you’re-you’re different right,” he said, a cry bubbling in the back of his throat as he spoke, almost as if he was trying to reassure himself that you wouldn’t treat him like everyone else had.

You wiped your tears as you looked at him, his dark circles becoming more visible, his face looking dull and lifeless, causing your heart to break even more.

“When last have you eaten or slept, you need to take care of yourself Gabe,” you faintly spoke, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek.

His face warmed up at your familiar touch, his head tilting to lean into your palm.

“I uh- I think maybe two or three days ago? I dunno but I feel fine, I didn’t have time to do those things, I just needed to find you,” he expressed, a warm smile on his face as he looked at you, slowly grabbing your hand and pressing his lips to the back of it.

Your lips trembled at his action, your heart yearning to give in and finally take him into your arms. You had missed him so much over the years, even when your mind forced you to forget about him, your heart ached for him.

You finally wrapped your arms around him, his face immediately burying into your neck. You signed out as you finally held him again, your throat letting out a muffled noise as you began crying.

“I missed you so much,” you spoke into his skin, lifting your head up before grabbing his face as you looked at him, wiping away his tears as you smiled.

He was so relieved, a heavy weight being lifted from his shoulders as you finally told him what he needed to hear.

Before he could say anything more, your lips pressed against his, your arms wrapping around his neck.

You took him by surprise but he immediately kissed back, his hands situated on your hips as you kissed him. It was like the rest of the world melted away as your lips danced against each others, nothing else mattering besides the two of you.

You smiled into the kiss, resting your forehead against his.

He looked so beautiful like this, wild, lust filled eyes staring up at you, his lips red and a bit swollen from the searing kiss you shared.

“Okay you gotta get some sleep now Gabe,” you whispered, his lips chasing to find yours again, causing you to let out a light hearted laugh as you pressed your index finger against his lips.

“We can talk about the more serious issues tomorrow, but for now you need to sleep,” you repeated, pulling him by the hand as you got back into your bed, your mind racing as you thought about everything that had just happened.

His face lit up as he got in next to you, pressing his back against your chest as you wrapped your arms around him, spooning him. He felt so content and safe like this, being surrounded by you and only you causing him to finally relax.

You tucked your head into the crook of his neck, sighing out as you kissed his pulse point.

After a beat of silence you spoke up, “I’m not the same person I was 5 years ago,” you gently said, your hand grabbing his.

“Mhm, nothing will ever make me stop loving you okay? I’m just glad I have you,” he mumbled, kissing your hand once again.

You both laid in silence, your thumb caressing the back of his hand, lulling him to sleep.

“I love you,” he muttered out, falling fast asleep in your arms.

thank you for reading :)

reblogs are greatly appreciated 💐💌

not my best work :( but I really wanted to get it out !!

[chewygeuse]

im blessed.

[icarus-star]

nsfw alphabet // gabriel

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

you better be treating him like royalty, because he gets super emotional after sex. his favorite thing would be to just hold you. he'd be too tired out for anything more. he also needs constant reassurance.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i don't think that he necessarily have one. he loves every little part of your body, no matter what. but if he had to choose, he'd say your eyes. he would look into them forever if he could. (but if you have freckles, he'd be absolutely obsessed with them).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he's not the biggest fan of seeing his cum all over you, he doesn't understand the appeal or why some people like it so much. something that i can guarantee is that he will almost always cum inside of you. there isn't actually a certain reason why, he just like it the most. and he'll wear a condom if you'd like him too, and obviously if you ask him to pull out he will.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

his first ever wet dream was about you. he never really had them when he was at the age that most people start having them, but a little while after getting in a relationship with you, his brain went crazy one night (he came in his sleep).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

nearly none at all. he knows what sex is, obviously, as well as all of the other basics, but he just never had sex. he also rarely masturbates, so that doesn't help either.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary. it's basic, yes, but he loves it so much. he likes to bury his face in your shoulder to cover up his moans. but he'll try other positions if you want, he does quite enjoy when you ride him. there's just two things, during sex he always needs to be holding your hand. seeing your face is also a must!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

not quite. he's too focused on making both of you feel as good as possible. he rarely would make any jokes or anything of the sort.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

so the thing is, he wasn't really allowed to be around sharp objects, including razors... you know? and because of that, he never really made it a habit to shave.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

intimacy is his first, middle and last name. he's always so caring and attentive during sex, no matter which one of you is on top. he wants to show you all of his love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

not often at all. he never really feels the need to, mainly because he's only ever horny when he's with you and usually its because of something that you might have done to make him feel that way.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he's super vanilla. he likes soft and loving sex, nothing crazy. he does have a slight thing for marking, like, when you leave hickeys all over his neck so that everyone knows that he's yours and yours alone.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in bed. being in the comfort of your own bedroom makes everything so much better to him. but occasionally, he does like it on the couch. say, after a long, busy day. the two of you settle down on the couch together with your favorite show on, he wouldn't be opposed to getting a bit messy together.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

to turn him on, you have to explicitly say that you'd like to have sex with him. knowing that the feeling between you two is mutual makes his legs feel all wobbly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that hurts either of you. it's just not his thing, even if you're into that. he doesn't want to hurt you, and he doesn't want you to hurt him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

not his favorite thing in the world. he prefers to be able to feel your full body against his rather then just your mouth. maybe every once in awhile he'll go down on you, but he's not super spectacular. he's slow, taking in how you taste as he plants kisses around your thighs (which he would always do before starting to actually do anything). he himself isn't really a fan of blowjobs. he doesn't like seeing you gag around him or anything, he much prefers when you use your hands.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

sweet boy just loves to take it slow. whether you're riding him or he's fucking you in missionary. he likes to feel himself slowly sliding in and out of you, burying his face into your shoulder.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

no! he does not enjoy them. he likes taking his time and being all romantic. and i don't think he has a high enough sex drive to really ever need to get something out quick.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not really a risk taker. the riskiest thing he would do is not wear a condom.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

if i'm being honest, probably one. if you're both satisfied, he doesn't feel the need to go on any longer.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

not really. he's fine if you like to use them on yourself, that's entirely up to you. but he's just not a fan. maybe if you were to get him a vibrator and help him out with it he'd enjoy it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

not a tease at all. if anything, you'd be teasing him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

loud. very loud. it's always a little muffled since he likes to hide his face in the side of your neck, but he sounds so pretty. through his whines, he mumbles about how good you feel, how pretty you are, how much he loves you, etc.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he likes to have sex when you're cuddling. when the two of you are all cozy in bed, snuggled up with gabe holding you from behind. especially when the two of you are all sleepy and the only things on your minds is one another.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very average. the most average dick you would ever see. 5'2 inches. his tips a little pale.

he has a very low sex drive. it's just not the number one thing on his mind. he mostly goes whenever you feel like it, and a small chunk of the time he's not really in the mood. 3.7/10.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i'd say pretty quickly. it definitely tires him out.

[greenxgloss]

LOVE IS A GENTLE THING (Gabriel 2014)

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, implied cheating, use of Y/N, implications of sex, time jump

Chilled in the kitchen of a city tomb The light would flicker like a violent womb The night was thicker than a smoky fume Y/N waited in her room. she expected him to crawl into her room at any moment through the window whisking in the cool summer breeze.

Gabe, he loved her like he loved no one The way she laughed and held a smoking gun The way she always said "What's done is done" And he is not the only one, he knew that.

"Love is a gentle thing Yours is thicker than a velvet ring" she told him. "Yours is thicker than a velvet ring" she reminded and reassured him when he doubted her feelings for him. Y/N leaned in for a sweet kiss that he escalated, slipping her clothes off. She always said this to him and it always calmed him. his skin thawing from the cold demeanor he'd prepared when his overthinking had begun.

A victim here with a sharp, sharp blade gabriel often watched the scissors on her vanity and let the thoughts he was afraid of the most creep up on him And Gabe, he knew how she was getting paid. or so he thought. "you're cheating on me." he accused. and of course she whispered her magic words in his ear while she caressed his face. Her water broke and they would have to wait

And when he knew that she was fooling He faced the mirror to avoid the thing something felt wrong. but he pushed. "We're out of money and we've sold the bling And I just wanna take you home" Y/N told him as he kept watch at the mirror. "d'you here me? I just wanna take you home" she whispered to avoid waking the baby.

"Love is a gentle thing Yours is thicker than a velvet ring" this time it was him uttering her famous words at the alter. the girl he absolutely adores clasping his hands and listening to the words that in the past she had used to comfort him and in all honesty saved him with. Yours is thicker than a velvet ring

And I'm wondering he thought as he looked at his sons dark eyes. Ring he reminded himself playing with the ring he and y/n picked out. "And I'm wondering" he said out loud to himself this time and he thought about his and his wifes blue eyes.

A/N: did yall get the twist? guys i love writing these so much please tell me you enjoyed it its based off the song ofc. i will be making more of these i feel like they offer sooo much more for the imagination when reading

[poor-dead-birds]

He couldn't win an ugly sweater contest because he makes bad sweaters look so good.

Hello everyone! First post because I'm new to the culkin cult! The obsession is real! 🖤

All info in my bio!

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Carousel

Summary: Is something that feels so good really something so morally wrong?

Pairing: virgin!Gabriel x nurse!fem!Reader

Word Count: -3.3k (Whoopsie)

Content Warnings: Psych Ward Smut 18+!, Smoking, Mentions Of Past Self-Harm, Kinda Hurt/Comfort, Gabe Getting Babyed Again, Implied Female Masturbation, Gabe’s Oral Fixation, Gabriel Being A Little Menace, Praise Kink, Reader Talking Gabe Through It, Fingering, Nursing, A Handjob (A Proper One This Time)

A/N: The brain rot was, in fact, brain rotting very heavily in this one.

Sequel to Crybaby!

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai @fan-goddess @shady-the-simp

Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go

Will I catch up to love? I can never tell, I know

Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I

Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel

- Carousel By Melanie Martinez

Saturday, the clock gradually ticked towards 9:30 P.M.

Guilt and shame settled heavily in your chest as your eyes stared at the well-familiar med distribution files whilst your mind zoned out completely. For tonight there was only one name to fill in to complete the data. Gabriel. Your watery stare was trained on the black ink on white paper as your mind wandered back to you arriving back at home in the early morning hours, tired, exhausted yet horny to the point it rendered you senseless. Thinking about Gabe, him sitting in your lap the way he had whilst being touched by you had you falling apart in less than 5 minutes. Kinda pathetic and wretched, really. Right after the last contractions of your much-needed orgasm had ebbed away, reason and judgment started to creep their way back into your brain. What had happened was very much objectively wrong, that much you knew for sure and a part of you most certainly felt absolutely shitty about it. However, all the other sly, little voices in your mind whispered to you that it was okay because nobody would find out and that you should allow yourself to have that, allow yourself and Gabriel to have that little thing between the two of you.

Was it really something that terribly wrong when it felt so good? You sighed deeply, your fingers absentmindedly scratching over your forehead before you decided that it was time to get a cup of coffee or treat yourself to one of the plenty of Red Bulls you had stocked in the staff fridge.

“Hey!” You practically shot out of your chair, the pen between your fingers dropping down onto the desk with a dull thud.

“Jesus fuck, Gabe!”, You huffed, chest heaving heavily, “Scared the shit out of me, damn.”

“Oh..oh, sorry, no, no I didn’t mean to, I…” He stammered, looking at you with wide, apologetic eyes that had you nearly drowning in them already.

“I know, I know…. I was a bit lost in thoughts, that’s all. What can I do for you?” Catching your breath a little more with every sharp inhale, you calmed yourself down from the sudden scare.

“Can I go into the yard to have a cigarette…please?” He asked, fingers fumbling with the seams of his sleeves.

“Gabe..”, Your shoulders dropped down a little as you nudged your head toward the clock, “It’s already one and half hours past going-out-time, you know that. Please use the smoker's room on the ward, yeah?”

“But it’s disgusting in there.”, He groaned, lips pouting at you whilst he gently chewed at the inside of his cheek, “It stinks. I don’t wanna go in there.”

“Well, smoking doesn’t exactly come with hints of vanilla and candy cotton now, no?”. You tried to put some reason into this conversation to not just give in to his plea right away.

“Hmmhmm..”, Gabe tapped his foot against the linoleum floor, a little impatient, “Pretty please?”

You felt a long groan ready to emerge from your lungs but you kept it choked back. It would only irritate Gabriel further and you simply couldn’t just explain to him that you’d do nearly everything for him if he asked while his big, blue eyes twinkled and beamed at you like this.

“But I’m coming with you, angel face. I’m gonna get myself a hot cup of coffee real quick and you better not pull any sketchy shit on me, Gabe, got that?” He nodded vigorously and let you pass him on your way out of the small bureau.

Cupping a thermos bottle of freshly brewed coffee in your hands, you enjoyed the cold night air filling your lungs. It was crisp and clean…at least up until Gabe right next to you ignited his cigarette and a low breeze swept the smell of burning tobacco towards you.

“Better?” You threw him a benevolent glance from the side.

“Uh-huh..” Gabriel nodded as he answered quietly, taking another slightly shaky drag from the cigarette.

“How’re the meds?”, You followed right up as you noticed the light tremble in his hands, “I read that you took ‘em.”

“Still all in and they make me feel tired, that’s why I wanted to come out here for a cigarette.” He answered, blowing the smoke into the night, tapping from one foot to the other, appearing somewhat uptight.

“I’m proud of you, Gabe.”, You encouraged him, really meaning it, “Like I said, give it two weeks and you’ll feel better.”

The beverage was almost too hot in your mouth as you took a long swig, the warmth flooding down into your stomach where it tried to soothe the still ongoing battle over moral high ground. It was enough for Gabriel to simply stand next to you like that for you to want to touch him again, to play with his hair while you’d tell him to sneak his fingers under your scrubs to explore your body the way he craved to. You taunted yourself for pushing it as far as telling him that there’d be a next time for you really shouldn’t have let yourself get carried away like that. Nevertheless, the sensation of his soft, plush lips against yours was haunting your thoughts.

“Well, I hope I do because I don’t like how I feel right now, not one bit.” He very much rushed through his cigarette, discarding the smoked-up bum in a bin on his way back to the elevator inside.

You followed right behind him, your brows furrowing a bit as you found yourself somewhat puzzled by his twitchy behavior. Meds this, side-effects that but you were sure that there must be more to it.

“Are you alright, Gabe? You seem a bit off…” You asked gently with a warm smile on your lips as you stepped into the elevator and pressed for level 4.

“I dunno…”, He replied, raising his hand to nip at his cuticles, “ ‘M nervous.”

“Nervous?” You repeated, taking another sip from your coffee.

"Uh-huh. Feel nervous around you.” Gabriel mumbled reluctantly, a soft tint of red creeping into his face.

“Why’d you feel nervous around me, angel face, hm?” You knew perfectly well why yet you couldn’t help yourself but to jump right into it, pushing him a little with your words.

Gabe took his time to answer, mentally stumbling and tripping over his own words while the elevator pulled up to the 4th floor.

“I-I have been thinking about something.”, He stuttered coyly upon leaving the elevator, and entering Ward 4 before you locked the entrance doors behind you again, “I..I…hmhmmm..I’d like to return the favor, you know?”

Oh, you knew just fine and the mere thought of it alone made you halt in your steps, a hot jolt of unbridled arousal shooting right amidst your legs.

“Okay.” You placed the thermos bottle on the desk in your office and threw your jacket onto the chair.

“Okay? What do you mean by okay?” Gabriel stammered a little insecure, his gaze following your every movement closely.

“I mean exactly that, Gabe.” You turned to smile at him, your own heart hammering in your chest, sense and reason not so slowly succumbing to the pressing need to feel him against you in whatever way.

“You…I, I mean…uh?..” It trickled out of his mouth a little dumbfounded.

“Yeah, but for that, we don’t wanna be in my office now, do we?” Gabe blushed even harder at your words, shaking his head excitedly.

“No, no of course not…” With a growing smile around his lips, Gabriel got daring and reached out for his slender fingers to grab you by the wrist, leading you with him down the corridor.

You didn’t resist any of it, instead, you followed his needy pulling and grabbing until both of you hushed into his little dorm room, the door falling shut with a fast swing.

“Thought about it all day long…”, Gabe groaned against your cheek after he had turned around for his hands to grab at your hips immediately, “Did you think about me too?”

He was on you faster than your brain could comprehend, his lips lapping at yours desperately as he practically shoved himself between your legs with your back pressed against the wall.

There it was, that oddly confident, focused burst of determination towards what he wanted. That spark of stubbornness fueled by a deep-rooted need for attention no one ever really had granted to him. Not his consecutively occupied mother, not his thoroughly annoyed brother, nobody but you.

"Yeah, I thought about you too, angel face.", Every last bit of pretentious self-control crumbled into nothingness as you reciprocated the kiss over and over again, the faint taste of cold cigarette smoke seeping into your mouth, "Couldn’t keep myself from doing so."

You led your hands to latch onto his sides, pulling him in closer between your legs, the need to feel him there growing with every shallow breath.

His already throbbing hard-on pushed against the fuzzy fabric of his black sweatpants right through the not-exactly-thick material of your scrubs. You felt the silhouette of his cock right above your pubic bone, your clit reacting to it in a craving ache for more stimulation.

"Did you touch yourself thinking about me? I sure did while thinking about you…" Gabe pushed in an aroused curiosity that sent your mind reeling.

"Uh-uhu. Didn't last more than 5 minutes." You admitted, your fingers slipping underneath his sweater, eliciting a trembling moan to roll over his tongue.

In tender strokes you led your thumbs to graze over his hip bones and down along the exposed v-line of his lower abdomen to the waistband of his pants, making his cock twitch against you.

"Touch me, fuck me, please, anything…", Gabriel whined into the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as his trembling breaths brushed over your chin, "Please, can I touch you?"

"Hey, hey…Gabe, hey…calm down for me, yeah?" You talked not only to him but to your own conscience as well.

" 'M already touching you right here.", To underline your statement, you brushed over his hips again, "And everything else will follow soon enough. Let's take this slow, okay?"

"Sorry…" His cheeks flushed with red and you could feel the heat radiate from his face.

"It's okay…we don't need to rush this." With your hands tenderly palming his sides, you guided him towards the bed, sitting him down on the mattress before you started pulling your shirt over your head.

Gabe's eyes grew wide at the sight in front of him, leaning in to press his warm lips to your stomach whilst you shimmied yourself out of your bra, tossing the accumulated fabric onto the floor. They wandered upwards slowly as soon as your breasts fell free from their confines, suckling at their sensitive underside which led your nipples to perk up.

“Oh, fuck..that’s good, angel face.” You cooed to him quietly, your fingers brushing through his silky smooth hair.

Guided by your words of praise, Gabe’s mouth ventured further until his lips closed down around your sensitive nipple, applying a gentle amount of suction to it as the tip of his tongue flicked over it. The sensation alone caused a treacherous puddle of your rapidly increasing arousal to pool between your thighs. It nearly had you buckling forward onto the bed, made you want to simply mount him, pin him to the mattress below and just ride him until he begged for you to stop but that had to wait. Not tonight, you had told yourself over and over again, you’d take it nice and slow with sweet Gabriel.

“Do you want to get out of those clothes for me, Gabe?” You asked, cradling his face in your palms as his lips pulled back from your breast in a wet sound.

“Sure…” His breaths came in a raggedy pace as he shuffled back on the bed, sliding out of his sweatpants and shorts simultaneously before working himself out of his shirt.

You watched him attentively whilst stepping out of your trousers and panties alike, crawling right next to him before your hands hungrily latched onto his exposed skin. Your fingers wanted to be everywhere at the same time, couldn’t decide whether to caress his bare shoulders or wander down his back to softly knead and palm the round of his ass.

“You’re so pretty…” It fell from your lips before they pressed a quick peck to his forehead, the tip of your nose wandering down the slightly curved bridge of his in a tender stroke.

“Hmmm..” Gabriel sounded insecure, not fully convinced by your earnest compliment.

“What’s that, Gabe? Don’t you think you’re pretty?” To soothe his thoughts, your fingertips brushed over his shoulders, drawing little loops and random shapes all over his smooth skin.

“That’s not so pretty, is it?” He raised one of his hands to slowly pull yours from his shoulder down to his chest.

In the dark, he guided your fingertips over welts of sensitive scar tissue, some wider and short and some thin but longer ones scattered all across up to his collarbones. It reminded you of how vulnerable he truly was.

“I don’t think they make you any less pretty, Gabriel…” His full name just snaked itself out of your mouth before you could hold it back.

You knew very well that this was a red flag to him and you tried to correct yourself right away, but Gabe interrupted you.

“It’s….it’s okay, you can call me that.” He breathed against your lips, his barely touching yours, the intimate proximity letting little sparks prickle and flicker between the two of you.

“Thank you.” You smiled into the oncoming kiss, your hand cupping his after pulling back from the array of scars.

In a slow movement, you guided it down your body, brushing over your stomach until you gingerly pressed it between your thighs, wetness and your heat engulfing his fingers. At the sensation, Gabe moaned into your mouth, his fingers utterly carefully feeling themselves around, parting your soaked folds in a shy flick.

“There, there…”, You cooed, inhaling sharply as a pang of pleasure had your needy clit throbbing against his inexperienced fingers, “Let me show you, yeah?”

“Uh-huh..” Gabriel agreed, allowing you to lead his fingers to teach them where to touch you.

“Feel that nub there? Don’t press too hard or it’ll be very uncomfortable, ok? It’s really sensitive but when you touch it like that..”, You pressed the tip of his middle finger to flick over it, “It feels really, really good.”

“There?” He repeated the motion, drawing a whine from your lungs as you nodded in affirmation.

“Don’t stop, please…want to feel you so bad…” You whispered to him, hips rolling against his fingers to help ease the building tension in your body.

Pulling your hand from in between your thighs to leave Gabriel to it, you snaked your greedy fingers toward his hard-on that was pressing itself against his lower stomach. Palming it with your hand, the tip thoroughly covered in droplets of pre-cum already, you heard yourself murmur about what a good boy he was for you right now, making you feel so incredibly good with every nudge and brush of his fingers against your aching clit. You allowed yourself to get lost in the blissful feelings he sent through every nerve ending whilst you started stroking your hand along his girth, your imagination running wild with the thoughts of how it would feel to have him push you open and form him to stretch your walls out to accommodate him. Just the mere fantasy of it had your cunt clenching down around nothing, your slick oozing out of you to lube Gabriel’s fingers thoroughly.

At the same time, you recognized how his lip left a trail from your halfway parted lips over your jaw to eventually reach their destination closing down around your stiff nipple again, suckling at it whilst his tongue played with the perked-up bud.

“Fuck..feels so good..” You groaned out, leading your free hand to get lost in his hair, fingertips caressing over his scalp whilst cradling his body close to your chest.

He reciprocated your praise with needy and out-of-breath mewls, his cock twitching in your grip as you fisted it from tip to shaft at a steady yet gentle pace. For a moment you wondered about just how many times he’d gotten himself off in the flimsy privacy of his bathroom to not just erupt in your grasp right away again. The pictures forming in your mind of him jerking himself off in the shower or maybe just clumsily towering over the toilet bowl sent thrashing waves of fiery pleasure through your system, leading the tightening coil in your stomach to nearly burst already.

“ ‘M…mmmhmm…gonna come soon, can feel it..” Gabriel hummed around your breast in his mouth, the vibrations sending you impossibly close to being pushed over your own threshold.

“Issok, Gabe, just let go…” You pushed between grinding teeth, eyes fluttering shut as it took but one well-angled rub over your swollen clit for your body to get lost in an unbridled wash of bliss.

A cascade of breathy moans mixed in with those needy, little sounds Gabriel huffed against your damp skin as your orgasm crushed through you in heavy contractions. It had been a good while since somebody else than your own fingers or a buzzing toy had brought you to that kind of high and you reveled in the feeling as long as possible before your senses slowly came back to, just in time to watch Gabe coming undone a moment later.

“Such a good boy, Gabriel..” You praised with a slightly sore voice, watching how milky-white spurts of his cum splattered all over your stomach and even up to the curve of your tits as he whined and mewled out in pleasure.

Pumping his cock one last time to gently squeeze every last drop of him before releasing it from your careful grip, you wrapped both of your arms around his shoulders, holding him close to you while his lips let go of your slightly overstimulated nipple.

“Can’t you just stay here with me?” Gabe sniffled, planting his cheek right against your collarbone whilst he shoved himself on top of you, resting between your legs as your fingers played with his hair.

“You know the answer to that one, Gabe…I better be way outta your room before the day staff comes around.” You sighed against into strands of his hair, inhaling his scent deeply.

“But that’s not fair… why is everybody free to do what they want but me?” His hands clawed down at your sides, clutching himself against you as close as possible.

“Shhh…hey there, let’s not worry about that just now, yeah? Come here…”, You attempted to soothe him, peppering his forehead with a was of little kisses, “The best I can do is cuddle you to sleep tonight, how about that?”