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HAPPY SABRIEL TUESDAY!

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Gabe had never been good at sitting still. Being the archangel of messages or the main messenger of heaven, Gabe always loved moving, flying, and doing both of those fast. And so even as he was lying flat on his back, “resting” as his smaller brother Castiel would call it, he was twitching to get up and get out of this bunker.  He knew it wasn’t safe. With Metatron out there most likely tearing the planet apart after losing the archangel and then other factions wanting him to lead, it was all just a mess. He wasn’t in the best condition to deal with it so it was best he stayed put despite how much it bored him to tears.  It was on his first tuesday of freedom while flipping through a magazine dedicated to all things sweet that his boredom was taken care of and by someone he didn’t really except would help him. 

Sam had slipped into the room and shyly glanced at him, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. 

“Hi... “ Sam bit his lip as if he was instantly ashamed of sounding so lame. 

“Hey, Sammoose.” Gabe replied as he tossed the reading material aside slightly sitting up and shooting the man a lovely smile. 

The powerful being practically crumpled as tears suddenly filled Sam’s eyes and the young Winchester vaulted across the room until he was climbing onto the bed where they were side by side. Sam then moved them until Gabe was now sitting in his lap and was gently cupping Gabe’s face in his large rough hands. 

Gabe didn’t let himself be left out as he curled his own hands into the long chocolate locks he had always wanted to run his fingers through. He leaned closer so he could lose himself in the rainbow of colors that was Sam’s eyes. Sam pulled him even closer until their lips were hovering just above one another pausing just to say something he had been dying to ever since Cas mentioned Gabe’s name a week ago. 

“I missed you.” Sam whispered shakily as he dropped his hands to squeeze the angel’s hips. “I thought I’d never see you again. Don’t leave me again. Please. I... I can’t. Please, don’t leave me again.”  

“I won’t, Sam.” Gabe finally brought himself to choke out, breathing in the man under his grip. “I’m here, Samshine and I ain’t letting you go ever again. Now kiss me already.” 

“Were you always this bossy?” Sam found himself laughing. 

“You love it.” Gabe chuckled before taking the initiative and sealing his lips over the hunters. Only to smile as the brunet didn’t bother verbally answering him but instead nodded once then just kept kissing him well into the night. 

Hope you all enjoy your Sabriel Tuesday everyone! Until next week! 

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#5

Sabriel - jamming out to the radio at midnight? What are they listening to ????? (:

Absolutely dear! Thanks so much for the ask, I’ve honestly been having a bit of writer’s block so it was really fun to write something this weekend! I hope you enjoy it. It took a bit to pick out the songs but I just couldn’t help myself with the first one. I ended up going with two: Heat of the Moment by Asia and Never Wanted to Dance by MSI. I love picturing some stress relief dancing fun for them. Happy reading! I hope you enjoy it and thanks again!❤️

Tags: established relationship, comfort, fluff with a little angst, date night, late night dates, music, night drives, singing and dancing, Sam Winchester needs to have some fun

Summary: Sometimes Sam gets lost in the cases and the hustle of all the new hunters in the world. Sometimes he forgets to breathe and remembers to have fun. 

Dancing in the Dark

"Come on, Samalamb." 

Sam tilted his head away from his laptop screen, combing his hand back through his hair, and looking at Gabriel's outstretched hand and then the archangel attached to it.

"Gabe, I'm busy." 

"No, you're not." The blonde shook his head, his hand staying outstretched between them. "You're getting nowhere." His lips twisted in a grimace at his own bluntness. "Come on, Sammich, up up up. Come and stretch those gorgeous gams with me."

Sam released a wearily chuckle before sighing. He sat back in his chair, his eyes roving over the books and notes scattered for three different hunts around him, wondering what time it was, before landing back on the archangel's mischievous amber eyes. The taller man narrowed his own eyes, scrutinizing the archangel's expression. The archangel impatiently bounced his brows and grabbed Sam's arm when his lover stared just a hair too long and hard at him, the teasing action startling a laugh from Sam's lips. 

"Jeez!" Gabriel groaned, wrapping his hand around Sam's, pulling him from the chair he'd been in all day. "Come on, like I'm trying to lure you to your death." 

"It would not be the first time…" the brunette grumbled under his breath, giving into his partner's grip. 

"Oh ouch Sammoose," Gabriel huffed, feigning hurt. “You know, maybe I just wanna fuck."

"If you wanted to have sex…" Sam's words faded as he rose from his chair with an exaggerated stretch that felt better than it should. "Then we'd already be in our room," he added around a groan when his spine popped. 

Amber eyes couldn’t resist the shift of Sam’s muscles under his clothes. His eyes snapped back to Sam’s smug smile and knowing gaze when the long arms dropped from above Sam's head to swing at his sides. 

"Also very true," the archangel admitted without hesitation, his fingers interlocking with Sam's before leading him from the library and towards the garage. 

"Where are we going?" Sam questioned, self-consciously combing his fingers through his scraggly beard, wondering if he could sum up the energy to shave.

"A drive." Gabriel slipped his hand into his pocket, fishing out a set of keys before tossing them over his shoulder to the bruttnete. 

"A drive?" Sam asked as he fumbled for the keys, juggling them before securing them in his hand with a raised brow. 

"Driving relaxes you," the shorter man replied casually. "So,” his eyes looked about the garage as they entered it, avoiding looking at the hunter behind him, “we're going to drive somewhere." 

Sam felt something give within his chest, squeezing his hand around Gabriel’s, his eyes roving over the blonde. Whiskey eyes were focused elsewhere, ignoring the soft expression the other was surely giving him from behind, focused on guiding the taller male towards the truck that matched the keys. The brunette looked away from Gabriel towards the keys in his hand as they stopped in front of an old pickup, a smile teasing on his skeptical lips. 

"And where exactly are we driving to?" 

"Somewhere," Gabriel sang with a grin, pulling him down for a kiss. 

The blonde pulled back with a wink, turning from the tall hunter to slide into the passenger side of the old pickup truck. Sam rolled his eyes, his lips pulled into a frown that was threatening to crack into a smile. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Sam said around a sigh, opening the driver’s side door and taking his seat. 

The archangel laughed, smiling as he rolled down his window before bending over the brunette’s lap once Sam had closed his door. Sam shifted under the archangel’s reach as the other rolled down his window. 

“We have fun!” Gabriel beamed, leaning back from between Sam and the wheel before scooting closer to Sam’s side as the tense human started the engine with a chuckle. 

The late summer air, which smelled of grass fields and fresh rain, was more relaxing than Sam would ever admit. The more they drove the more the hunter was grateful for the fresh breeze that rolled through the cab. The breeze carried the music that had his fingers tapping along to the radio and his partner’s singing. Throughout the drive, Gabriel sang along with the radio getting Sam to join in and inserted directions at seemingly random moments. 

With the archangel’s choice in stations and dancing beside him, Sam easily let the stream of endless hunts fall from his mind and the worries that waited further and further behind them. The sound of the truck’s rumbling engine and Gabriel's warm wiggling body beside him soothed his worried mind. Sam's tense broad shoulders relaxed and leaned back, his right hand had long found the archangel's somewhere along the drive and squeezed the archangel's hand. The hunter leaned closer to the shorter blonde on the cushions of their seat, singing along with Gabriel’s jovial tone to the pop song as they drove down the dark back roads that surrounded the bunker. 

"Right up there, and you'll see it." Gabriel's hand squeezed his, a smirk tugging on his lips. 

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22 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

#4

Ooh #63 would make a great Sabriel (cuz we just know Gabe is a noisy lil fuck in bed, right?)

Yes! These words were made for Gabriel! I have no idea why this fic took so long to come to me, but I finally give you smut! Thank you so much for the ask and understanding that the muse works in mysterious smutty ways. 😂 Happy Reading ❤️

Rated: Explicit

Tags: smut, anal sex, bet, kissing, on the sofa, hand jobs, plot what plot, Gabriel is a screamer

The Easiest Bet

"This is a stupid bet." Sam sighed, his arms crossed over his chest, as he looked down at his partner as the archangel lounged on the TV room's couch. Sam shifted his stance in front of him. "You cannot hate my movies that much." 

The archangel rolled his eyes, stretching out more across the two-seater. "I assure you I do hate your documentaries that much, Sammykins," Gabriel reassured with a roll of his wrist. "Somehow they are more boring than actually living it. Come on, Sammoose. First one to make a noise loses and the winner gets to pick what we watch for a month."  

Sam shook his head, a crooked smile weaseling its way onto his lips. He ducked his head, looking down. "There is no way you would win that bet, Gabe. You have to know that right? Do you even realize how loud you always are?" Sam asked with a wave of his hand.

"Hey," Gabriel cried, pointing a finger at him and sitting up a bit on the sofa. "I can be quiet if I want to be! Overconfident moose," Gabriel huffed, his lips pulling into a scowl. 

The brunette bit his lip trying to stifle his laughter. "Gabriel, I have spent my whole life living with someone. Mostly Dean," Sam said, tucking his chin to his chest trying to control his amusement. "And Cas normally has to soundproof our room so Dean doesn't have a stroke." He let out a chuckle looking at his partner just as Gabriel rolled his eyes waving a dismissive hand at him. "There is no way you can stay quiet longer than me." 

"I can be quiet, Winchester." The blonde shifted, sitting up fully on the sofa. "Especially if it means I don't have to watch a single documentary for a month." 

Sam sighed, running a hand through his locks, looking to the bunker hallway as he thought about it. "Make it two months," he said looking back at Gabriel with a wide smile, knowing he couldn't talk his boyfriend out of it and that he would definitely win. "I'll do it if the winner picks for two months." 

"Deal." Gabriel's grin widened, his brows bouncing. 

"First one to make noises loses?" Sam questioned, bending down over the sofa and pressing a kiss to the blonde's grinning lips. 

The archangel leaned into the teasing press of lips, his fingers reaching to stroke through Sam's beard. "Yes, Samheart."

Sam chuckled against his lips, pressing the shorter man back into the cushions and deepening the kiss. Gabriel smiled into it, wrapping his hand around Sam's nape to keep him close, parting his lips. The brunette's tongue slid into his lover's mouth as his hands rolled down Gabriel's sides, lifting him with ease and sliding onto the sofa to take the shorter man's space on the couch. 

Gabriel let out a silent gasp as Sam's long arms wrapped around him and pulled him into his lap, straddling him. Large hands quickly slid Gabriel's jacket off before working his shirt off. The archangel bit his lip, breaking the kiss to help take his shirt and jacket off, his hips grinding down on Sam's half-hard member. Sam licked over his lips at the feeling of Gabriel's round jean-clad ass grinding down on his hardening length. He rocked up to him, his hands going to Gabriel's belt wanting to feel him. 

The shorter man's lips were on him again the moment they were free from their shirts, rocking his hips and lifting them as Sam shoved down his pants and boxers. The blonde sucked and bit at Sam's neck, his eyes flashing with grace as their clothes vanished, biting down on the tender clave of skin at Sam's neck to stop himself from moaning at the feel of Sam's hardening flesh pressed bare against him. 

Sam's hips rutted at the feeling of smooth skin against him, his hands clenching around Gabriel's gyrating hips. His eyes closed at the hard bite and the soothing suckling of his lover's lips that went right to his groin swallowing back a hiss of delight. Hazel eyes rolled behind his lids, his hands clenching at Gabriel's ample cheeks spreading them and biting back a moan at the feeling of his already prepared opening. Gabriel shuddered, pressing his face to Sam's neck as he gripped Sam's long cock squeezing him and stroking him in his hand. The brunette bit harder on his lip, holding in a grunt when Gabriel's hand was on him, cursing internally at his lover's perfectly tight grip. 

The archangel pulled back with a smirk, looking over Sam's heaving chest as he stroked him into fullness. He grinned as Sam rutted into his hand before lifting his hips and hovering over the thick member as it throbbed in his hand. The hunter held tight to his hips watching as Gabriel sank down on him, huffing out a heated breath through his nose as Gabriel took all of his length in with slow torturous rolls of his hips. The blonde withheld a whine at the slow pace, knowing any faster and he'd cry out. He bit his lips as his fingers clenched on Sam's broad shoulders only to gasp a breathless silent moan when Sam rutted up into him, forcing the archangel to take all of him with one smooth roll of his hips. 

The blonde's head rolled forward, shuddering at a breath barely containing his cry when Sam held tighter to the archangel's waist, holding him still and burying himself inside of the wet canal. Gabriel shuddered at the easy stretch and burn of Sam's thick shaft relishing in the sudden fullness, wanting to cry out. He held tighter to Sam, determined to be quiet even when the taller man found his prostate. Sam licked his lips, his cock rubbing against the bundle of nerves with his every upward thrust. 

Gabriel clenched around him, biting down harder on his lips as Sam drilled into him, moving with him. Sam panted, pressing open mouth kisses against the smooth sunkissed skin, his eyes rolling at the clenching walls of his lover. His hips moved in tandem with each roll of Gabriel's, the archangel clenching tighter around him with his efforts to keep quiet in the face of the brunette's punishing pace. Gabriel's head rolled, his nails scraping at Sam's shoulders and back, rocking with each of Sam's thrusts, his cock bouncing and aching between them. 

Sam's head went back, not knowing if he could stay quiet with the delicious warmth wrapped around him. He wasn't going to lose. An idea struck him as he watched the archangel bite back his cries. A smirk pulled on Sam's lips, wrapping an arm tight around Gabriel’s hips and pulling from him with a silent gasp. Gabriel couldn't hold back his whine at the sudden loss or the cry that was forced from his lips when Sam bent him over the arm of the sofa. The taller man lined his thick head against his rim from behind him before shoving back inside of him in one long smooth thrust. 

"Fuck!"

Sam let out a low guttural groan, his smile wide as he thrusted relentlessly into Gabriel. "Dumbest bet," he said around a moan, wrapping his hand around Gabriel's leaking cock.

"Goddamnit, your cock feels so good,"  

Gabriel groaned, admitting defeat and sinking fully into the spikes of bliss that racked through his vessel. "Shit right there, Sammy," he hissed. His hands gripped tight to the arm his chest was pressed against, bucking his hips back to him as Sam rocked into him, his head hanging. "So fucking good." 

The brunette smirked his left hand holding tight to Gabriel's hip, losing his rhythm quickly when the blonde let his moans run free. "Fuck, I love your voice, " Sam grunted out, bending over him more and slamming his hips faster. "Love it when you scream for me." 

Gabriel let out a low groan at the heated words as Sam's hand stroked his cock faster. "Gonna cum… Fuck Sam don't stop." His hips rocked between the thrusting length and the tight fist around his weeping member. 

Sam nodded against him, grunting out his agreement as he thrusted into the fluttering warmth around him, cumming with a choked-off moan against Gabriel's back. The archangel's hips jerked as Sam stiffened behind him, his orgasm hitting him hard as Sam's thumb dragged over his wet tip, cumming over his lover's hand with a shout and a curse. 

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23 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#3

"The couple's first morning together was spent in relative ease. Gabriel relaying his plan to take Sam into the sleepy town not far from the cabin before their hike over breakfast. A town which the archangel had introduced with flair as they bundled up in their winter gear as new.

Sam rolled his eyes at Gabriel's dramatics regarding the small town down the mountain as they walked out of the door. He narrowed his eyes, pulling out his phone as he followed Gabriel's confident stride. Sam fell into step beside the archangel as he looked up the small town's founding on the long walk into town from Gabriel's house.

Sam huffed. "Gabriel," Sam rolled his eyes, turning his screen towards the archangel. "1838 is not new."

The archangel's arms swung gently back and forth at his sides. "It's new, Sammy," Gabriel said with a dismissive roll of his eyes, not bothering to look at Sam's phone.

Sam looked back down at the article. "It's not even a town! It's a village," Sam added, looking back at the shrugging archangel.

Gabriel turned to him, squinting at Sam in the morning light and his moose decorated and fur-lined ushanka. "Fine, it's a new village," Gabriel snarked, waving his left hand in the air between them.

"No." Sam shook his head, looking around the wooded path. "No, I don't care if you are as old as time, the 1830s is not new."

Gabriel scoffed, his head snapping to look at Sam. "I am not as old as time!" He huffed, his left hand gently swatting at Sam's bicep.

Sam laughed, raising his hands and bending away from Gabriel's playful wacks. "Fine," Sam relented, pushing his phone and hands into his coat pockets. "Even if you're slightly younger than time-"

"Jeez, make a celestial feel all his eons," Gabriel interjected with a dramatic roll of his wrist and eyes.

"The 1830s is not new, Gabe."

"The 1830s is new," Gabriel repeated, pointing a finger at him. "Time is relative, Sam-I-am."

Sam shook his head, huffing out a dry amused laugh. "Yeah. Uh-huh. Whatever you say, old man," Sam said around his teasing laughter, turning to Gabriel with a crooked grin as they walked. "Take me to this crazy new-fangled town of theirs."

"Wiseguy," Gabriel said, narrowing his eyes with a grin and checking his shoulder against Sam's side."

Preview from Chapter Seven of Seasonal Healing, Clear Night's and Story Horizons, coming to my Ao3 this weekend.

26 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

#2

A Little Pick Me Up

Rated: E

Ship: Sam Winchester/Gabriel

Tags: Human Au, shameless smut, prompt fic, established relationship, lazy mornings, blow jobs, Gabriel's just not a morning person

Author Notes: Created for @idabbleincrazy prompt request for characters waking up together “breakfast in bed?" “define breakfast." Look what the muse remembered and finally unexpectedly finished! I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for sending the ask (hopefully I finish the other one soon as well) <3

A Little Pick Me Up

Sam smiled against his pillow, pulling his lover closer. The muffled grumble he received caused a chuckle to rumble free from his chest and his long arms to wrap more securely around the tempting hips. 

"Morning," Sam mumbled, kissing the top of Gabriel's head. 

"Morning is a subjective term, Sammoose." The shorter man’s eyes hesitated to open. Managing only to crack open one when Sam continued to bury his face in the crook of his neck and searched blindly for his phone. "Ugh, Sammy! It's not even seven in the morning." The older man groaned at the time that blazed from his too-bright screen, slamming it back down and closing his eye. 

Sam let out his own huff of frustration at his partner as Gabriel buried himself back against him, twisting around and burying his face in his chest. The brunette knew that the blonde enjoyed his sleep on the days he had off but the college student still had classes and Gabriel had promised to spend the day with him.

“You said you’d come with me today,” he reminded, stretching beside him before tightening his long arms around the curled-up man. 

“Not before seven in the morning, Samwise.”

The taller man rolled his eyes at the muffled reply, releasing a hum when he felt Gabriel’s lazy mouth drag across his bare skin. "Yes, you did. You said we’d carpool and I have a morning class, Gabe," Sam replied, resisting the urge to close his eyes as the blonde’s lips left lazy-open-mouth kisses over one of his nipples before making their way up his chest and over his collar bone. 

“That’s entrapment, lawyer boy,” Gabriel teased as large hands held tighter to his boxer-clad hips, pressing his morning wood against Sam. “I never would have agreed if I had remembered my day off was Wednesday this week.” 

Sam’s hazel eyes closed, pressing closer to him, at the firm outline of Gabriel’s thick erection, and his distracting lips as they traveled over his neck. “You weren’t that tired when I asked.” He countered feeling Gabriel whine against his skin. 

"Too early, Sammykins." He rebutted weakly, leaning back to look up at Sam, rolling his hips tantalizingly. "Where's my pick me up, Winchester?" He questioned with a wide grin, running his hand up Sam’s flexing arm and squeezing his bicep. 

"Seriously?" Sam’s head tilted back slightly with his laugh, unable to resist the press of Gabriel's clothed length against him. 

"Yes, seriously. You know I don't function this early without a little something, somethin’," Gabriel said with a yawn that may have been fake. 

The brunette sighed, laying his head in the crook of his elbow, letting his eyes wander Gabriel’s body as the blonde stretched. He turned his head, glancing at the time before turning fully back to his lover, letting his eyes rove his barely clothed body.

"Breakfast in bed?" 

Gabriel's eyes glistened with mischief, his eyebrows bouncing. “Define breakfast, Sammy boy."

The taller released a chuckle at his boyfriend’s lecherous smirk. “A liquid one. Where only I eat something.” He hummed as Gabriel wrapped an arm around his neck pulling him closer. 

“Color me intrigued,” Gabriel hummed, capturing Sam’s lips in a kiss before rolling onto his back and pulling the brunette with him. 

Sam released a soft grunt against his lips, pulling back to leave a trail of lazy sucking marks down Gabriel’s chest. The blonde released a pleased hum, his fingers tangling in his partner’s brown hair as Sam worked his way lower. Long fingers coasted over Gabriel’s arching sides before slipping into the rim of his boxers. Sam’s tongue traced slowly over the line of Gabriel’s pubic bone as the older man lifted his hips and pushed down his boxers. Sam pulled back slightly to help free the hardened member, letting his lips graze over the heated flesh. 

Gabriel let out a guttural groan at the first touch of Sam’s soft lips, feeling his tongue dash out to trace the pulsing vein of his aching erection. His hips rolled before Sam’s hand could hold them in place. The brunette stayed beneath their sheets as he dragged his tongue up Gabriel’s shaft, rolling his tongue around his tip before sinking down on him. Slim fingers clenched in brown hair, stopping himself from rutting into the welcoming warmth. His eyes closed as he bit his lip with a curse as Sam sank lower. His toes curled as Sam’s tongue twisted around his base before he pulled his head back.

“Shit,” Gabriel cursed, his hips rolling as Sam’s lips wrapped around his thick base. “I’ll never get used to that mouth, kid.” 

Sam groaned around him, bobbing his head faster on the hardened shaft. Gabriel’s eyes open, pushing back the sheets to watch Sam as he worked his cock. He groaned at the sight of his lips split around his swollen shaft.  

“Wanna fuck your throat, Sam.” 

Gabriel groaned as Sam’s hand shifted, letting go of his hips and letting the man rut up into his mouth with a punched-out moan. Sam held still as his lover’s hands tightened in his hair, his jaw lax against the drag of his lover’s cock against his tongue. The blonde licked over his lips with a breathless moan when he felt Sam’s throat convulse around his tip, his eyes rolling to the gagging younger man. His hips slowed slightly before speeding up once more, trying to go easy on his lover’s throat. Sam held tight to him, his eyes watering as he moaned around the heavy cock. His right hand reached, shoving into his sleep pants and wrapped around himself, squeezing his aching shaft. Gabriel panted, watching Sam’s arms flex to keep himself up and jack himself off. 

“Fuck, Sam,” Gabriel’s head tilted, planting his feet and rolling his hips harder up into Sam’s spread lips. His eyes drank in the sight of his lover working himself and leaking into his fist. “Are you gonna cum just from sucking me off?” Gabriel questioned breathlessly, his eyes fluttering closed when Sam responded by creating more suction around his thrusting shaft. “God, do that again,” he hissed, his hips rutting faster, holding Sam’s head down longer. “That’s it Sammy. Show me how you cum from the taste of me.” 

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28 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

''you used me as a pillow." ''sorry.'' or “breakfast in bed?" “define breakfast."

Thank you so much for the ask love! I actually had an idea for both but I'm just not really happy with "breakfast in bed" "define breakfast." Maybe I'll post it at some point, it is a Sabriel, but Spideypool completely consumed the first one. It's been so long since I wrote them. I miss them and even as short and angsty it is, it was really nice to find some inspiration for them again.

Heartbeat

A sudden loud thumping roused Peter from his fitful sleep. He groaned, nuzzling his cheek against the kevlar of Deadpool's suit before his eyes snapped open. His ears filled with the triumphant sound.

"Wade?" His head lifted, pulling his arms from around the bulker man, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "Wade?!"

Wade groaned, a grumble sounding from under Peter as the other pushed himself up from the blood spattered man, both still in their suits.

"Not so loud, baby boy. Head wounds are like the worst hangover." His eyes blinked behind his mask trying to remember what they had been doing and where they most likely were.

His eyes roved around the familiar safe house that was more safe than a house. Wade's hand raised to feel over his masked head before raising it to look down at Peter's unmasked face hovering above him and the concern edge in his brown eyes. His eyes roved over his best friend taking in the press of Peter against him and the other's torn suit.

"Sooo. No judgment, baby boy, but you used me as a pillow?"

Peter's eyes widened, leaning back and distancing himself a bit before looking over his blood covered suit. "Sorry," he mumbled, unsure if he was talking to Wade or his ruined suit.

"You don't gotta be sorry, but clarity would be nice." He shifted more, feeling his bones finish snapping back into place. Wade watched him looking over the causal self-consciousness. "You used my lifeless bloody corpse as a pillow?" Wade's voice hitched watching the other shrug.

"I didn't want to leave you," Peter defended, crossing his arms over his chest and looking over the other's damaged suit.

The brunette hadn't really thought about it. He had already been tired after pulling an all nighter and that was before almost being blown up by a giant space squid and dragging Wade back here. All Peter had wanted was to sleep and hear the steady thumping again after falling asleep to silence.

"Everyone was leaving so… I swung us here. And it's not like you have a lot of pillow options." His brown eyes roved around the warehouse turned living area with a wave of his hand before looking back at Wade. "I thought we could hang out after you… woke up." Peter finished lamely, never used to watching Wade die after Gwen.

"Petey?" Wade's head tilted on the worn mattress beneath him, his hairless brows furrowing under his mask. "I'm okay. I'm always okay."

Peter scoffed in disagreement, shaking his head weakly.

Wade shifted, reaching his gloved hand for his cheek. "You can hear it right?" Wade asked, his hand coming up to pull him back down to rest his ear back over his beating heart.

Peter nodded, slowly leaning back to his broad chest, settling back against him. Wade cradled Peter's head as his other arm wrapped around the younger man's back. Peter held tighter to him with a smile, closing his eyes and heaving a deep inhale at the strong unique sound of Wade Wilson's heartbeat.

"Yeah. I can hear it, Wade"

46 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

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4x01 Lazarus Rising AKA Sam Winchester Supporting Character Manifesto 

[fluffysabriel]

Gabriel is climbing on the counter to try to get to the top shelf.

Samshine! Why is my candy on the top shelf?

Because you don’t need more candy. You are like sugar personified. And its fun to watch you struggle.

This is height shaming! I am an archangel! I can handle the sugar you Moose! My vessel is perfectly average sized!

It’s not. You are cute and tiny.

You’re just a giant.

Gabriel attempts to grab the candy again. Sam stands on his toes and get the box before Gabriel can.

No you’re not getting it that easily.

Sam!

Gabe gets off the counter to try and get the box. Sam holds the box over his head.

No I want something in return.

What did you want Sammoose?

A kiss?

Gabriel smiles

Of course Samshine.

Sam gives Gabriel the box back. Gabe take the box and gives Sam a small kiss on the cheek.

Gabe I just realized something.

What?

You’re perfect because I get to do this.

Sam wraps his arms around Gabriel and rests his chin on top of Gabe’s head. Gabriel smiles and leans into Sam’s hold.

Only for you Samshine.

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[aceofmanytastes]

Local hobby lobby now has a space for Dean “You Sleep Like A Bear” and Sam “Moose” Winchester

[c-kaeru]

I heard today was someone’s birthday

[archangelgabriellives]

Ooo, wait! I’ve got a line for you.

“Sam’s life changes because of a prank.”

Sam’s life changes because of a prank. As he stared, slack jawed at the small box in his hand, the room melted away from his view. 

Nothing around him mattered in that moment anyway. The confetti stuck in his hair? Useless. The remnants of smashed water balloons scattered at his feet? An afterthought. His brother and the small family that had gathered in the bunkers war room? Their whoops and yelling and laughter were fading into nothing.

The tunnel vision he was experiencing at this awful, horrendous, amazing moment was slowly focusing down to the only thing in the world the hunter wanted to see at this moment. 

He had often wondered how this moment would go. He imagined a beautiful setting, a blindingly colorful sunset with rolling hills stretching out as far as he could see. And maybe he wasn't the one who was taken by surprise in this scenario, but as he thought more about it, yeah, this is the way it was always going to go. 

“Hey. Sammoose.”

A voice pulled Sam from his wandering mind, his eyes snapping up from his hand to the golden eyes shining bright in front of him. 

“You’re staring,” Gabriel quietly teased, picking a few pieces of confetti out of Sam’s hair. “Have an answer? Or have you fully checked out?” The archangel smiled, carefree and effortless as always, but Sam could see the tinge of fear slowly creeping in at the corners of his eyes. “I can come back tomorrow.”

“No,” Sam whispered, but his heart nearly stopped at the way that Gabriel’s face fell, hurt and shock and pain instantly sliding into place. “NO!” he cried, reaching out to grip Gabriel’s shoulder too hard. “No, that’s not what I meant. Please don't come back tomorrow.”

Gabriel crooked an eyebrow, shifting on his feet nervously. “You’re not making me feel like a real winner here, kiddo.”

“S-Sorry,” Sam sputtered, “but this has never happened to me before.”

“I guess that makes me feel better.”

Sam let out a breath; this was not going well. 

“I mean- I want to answer you, right now.”

Sam could see Gabriel tense up, anticipation rolling off of him in heavy waves. In his hand, a soft glow emminated from the small box. “The bunker is a mess, I’m cold, and everyone I know just heard me scream like a five year old.”

“I got that one on tape!” Dean yelled from behind him, and Sam just knew that his brother would absolutely use that video in the future to embarrass him.

Sam rolled his eyes, but he kept going. “But out of everything you've ever done to me…” Sam locked eyes with Gabriel, feeling lighter then he ever felt in his life, “this is absolutely the best.” 

Gabriel’s eyes went wide, and a smile started to pull at his lips.

“So my answer is yes,” Sam said, his throat feeling rough as his emotions started to get the better of him. “I would love to marry you.”

The room around him erupted in cheers once again, but Sam couldn't look away from Gabriel. 

With a look of pure joy and admiration, Gabriel took the graced infused ring out of the box and slipped it onto Sam’s finger. They kissed, pouring all their love into each other as Gabriel’s grace wound its way into Sam’s soul.

[whymustipickone]

Spn Chirstmas Incorrect Quotes 2 ~But with Kids~

Dean: *goes into four years old room* Its Chirstmas!!

Destiel toddler: Go to bed now!

Cas: *pulling Dean by the ear* Your coming back to bed!

Dean: Ow!

..........

Sam: Gabe he doesn't teeth!

Gabe: *gives their baby frosting and chirstmas cookies* Its never too early to start eating right

Sam: Go stuff a stocking

Gabe: I can not believe you use such foul language around our child!

Sabriel baby: *Honestly just enjoying the sugar*

............

Sam: I'm not doing this

Gabe: C'mon Sammoose *hold up moose pajamas*

Dean: I bought them everyone

Sam: I don't care

Gabe: *hold up Sabriel baby* See even our kid likes them

Sam: You monster! What have done to our child

Gabe: Hes been mooseifed

[treacherousdemon-a-blog]

“Quit hogging the blanket!”

“Maybe if you wouldn’t freeze us outI wouldn’t hog the blankets now would I?”

[awendigostolemytaco]

So I found Sam Winchester in my room.

[leatafandom]

I posted 4,954 times in 2022

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118 posts created (2%)

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#i try to be a detective and then realize its 5 in the morning and ive been trollif tumblr for hours so not a good reference

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Sabriel - jamming out to the radio at midnight? What are they listening to ????? (:

Absolutely dear! Thanks so much for the ask, I’ve honestly been having a bit of writer’s block so it was really fun to write something this weekend! I hope you enjoy it. It took a bit to pick out the songs but I just couldn’t help myself with the first one. I ended up going with two: Heat of the Moment by Asia and Never Wanted to Dance by MSI. I love picturing some stress relief dancing fun for them. Happy reading! I hope you enjoy it and thanks again!❤️

Tags: established relationship, comfort, fluff with a little angst, date night, late night dates, music, night drives, singing and dancing, Sam Winchester needs to have some fun

Summary: Sometimes Sam gets lost in the cases and the hustle of all the new hunters in the world. Sometimes he forgets to breathe and remembers to have fun. 

Dancing in the Dark

"Come on, Samalamb." 

Sam tilted his head away from his laptop screen, combing his hand back through his hair, and looking at Gabriel's outstretched hand and then the archangel attached to it.

"Gabe, I'm busy." 

"No, you're not." The blonde shook his head, his hand staying outstretched between them. "You're getting nowhere." His lips twisted in a grimace at his own bluntness. "Come on, Sammich, up up up. Come and stretch those gorgeous gams with me."

Sam released a wearily chuckle before sighing. He sat back in his chair, his eyes roving over the books and notes scattered for three different hunts around him, wondering what time it was, before landing back on the archangel's mischievous amber eyes. The taller man narrowed his own eyes, scrutinizing the archangel's expression. The archangel impatiently bounced his brows and grabbed Sam's arm when his lover stared just a hair too long and hard at him, the teasing action startling a laugh from Sam's lips. 

"Jeez!" Gabriel groaned, wrapping his hand around Sam's, pulling him from the chair he'd been in all day. "Come on, like I'm trying to lure you to your death." 

"It would not be the first time…" the brunette grumbled under his breath, giving into his partner's grip. 

"Oh ouch Sammoose," Gabriel huffed, feigning hurt. “You know, maybe I just wanna fuck."

"If you wanted to have sex…" Sam's words faded as he rose from his chair with an exaggerated stretch that felt better than it should. "Then we'd already be in our room," he added around a groan when his spine popped. 

Amber eyes couldn’t resist the shift of Sam’s muscles under his clothes. His eyes snapped back to Sam’s smug smile and knowing gaze when the long arms dropped from above Sam's head to swing at his sides. 

"Also very true," the archangel admitted without hesitation, his fingers interlocking with Sam's before leading him from the library and towards the garage. 

"Where are we going?" Sam questioned, self-consciously combing his fingers through his scraggly beard, wondering if he could sum up the energy to shave.

"A drive." Gabriel slipped his hand into his pocket, fishing out a set of keys before tossing them over his shoulder to the bruttnete. 

"A drive?" Sam asked as he fumbled for the keys, juggling them before securing them in his hand with a raised brow. 

"Driving relaxes you," the shorter man replied casually. "So,” his eyes looked about the garage as they entered it, avoiding looking at the hunter behind him, “we're going to drive somewhere." 

Sam felt something give within his chest, squeezing his hand around Gabriel’s, his eyes roving over the blonde. Whiskey eyes were focused elsewhere, ignoring the soft expression the other was surely giving him from behind, focused on guiding the taller male towards the truck that matched the keys. The brunette looked away from Gabriel towards the keys in his hand as they stopped in front of an old pickup, a smile teasing on his skeptical lips. 

"And where exactly are we driving to?" 

"Somewhere," Gabriel sang with a grin, pulling him down for a kiss. 

The blonde pulled back with a wink, turning from the tall hunter to slide into the passenger side of the old pickup truck. Sam rolled his eyes, his lips pulled into a frown that was threatening to crack into a smile. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Sam said around a sigh, opening the driver’s side door and taking his seat. 

The archangel laughed, smiling as he rolled down his window before bending over the brunette’s lap once Sam had closed his door. Sam shifted under the archangel’s reach as the other rolled down his window. 

“We have fun!” Gabriel beamed, leaning back from between Sam and the wheel before scooting closer to Sam’s side as the tense human started the engine with a chuckle. 

The late summer air, which smelled of grass fields and fresh rain, was more relaxing than Sam would ever admit. The more they drove the more the hunter was grateful for the fresh breeze that rolled through the cab. The breeze carried the music that had his fingers tapping along to the radio and his partner’s singing. Throughout the drive, Gabriel sang along with the radio getting Sam to join in and inserted directions at seemingly random moments. 

With the archangel’s choice in stations and dancing beside him, Sam easily let the stream of endless hunts fall from his mind and the worries that waited further and further behind them. The sound of the truck’s rumbling engine and Gabriel's warm wiggling body beside him soothed his worried mind. Sam's tense broad shoulders relaxed and leaned back, his right hand had long found the archangel's somewhere along the drive and squeezed the archangel's hand. The hunter leaned closer to the shorter blonde on the cushions of their seat, singing along with Gabriel’s jovial tone to the pop song as they drove down the dark back roads that surrounded the bunker. 

"Right up there, and you'll see it." Gabriel's hand squeezed his, a smirk tugging on his lips. 

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23 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

#4

"The couple's first morning together was spent in relative ease. Gabriel relaying his plan to take Sam into the sleepy town not far from the cabin before their hike over breakfast. A town which the archangel had introduced with flair as they bundled up in their winter gear as new.

Sam rolled his eyes at Gabriel's dramatics regarding the small town down the mountain as they walked out of the door. He narrowed his eyes, pulling out his phone as he followed Gabriel's confident stride. Sam fell into step beside the archangel as he looked up the small town's founding on the long walk into town from Gabriel's house.

Sam huffed. "Gabriel," Sam rolled his eyes, turning his screen towards the archangel. "1838 is not new."

The archangel's arms swung gently back and forth at his sides. "It's new, Sammy," Gabriel said with a dismissive roll of his eyes, not bothering to look at Sam's phone.

Sam looked back down at the article. "It's not even a town! It's a village," Sam added, looking back at the shrugging archangel.

Gabriel turned to him, squinting at Sam in the morning light and his moose decorated and fur-lined ushanka. "Fine, it's a new village," Gabriel snarked, waving his left hand in the air between them.

"No." Sam shook his head, looking around the wooded path. "No, I don't care if you are as old as time, the 1830s is not new."

Gabriel scoffed, his head snapping to look at Sam. "I am not as old as time!" He huffed, his left hand gently swatting at Sam's bicep.

Sam laughed, raising his hands and bending away from Gabriel's playful wacks. "Fine," Sam relented, pushing his phone and hands into his coat pockets. "Even if you're slightly younger than time-"

"Jeez, make a celestial feel all his eons," Gabriel interjected with a dramatic roll of his wrist and eyes.

"The 1830s is not new, Gabe."

"The 1830s is new," Gabriel repeated, pointing a finger at him. "Time is relative, Sam-I-am."

Sam shook his head, huffing out a dry amused laugh. "Yeah. Uh-huh. Whatever you say, old man," Sam said around his teasing laughter, turning to Gabriel with a crooked grin as they walked. "Take me to this crazy new-fangled town of theirs."

"Wiseguy," Gabriel said, narrowing his eyes with a grin and checking his shoulder against Sam's side."

Preview from Chapter Seven of Seasonal Healing, Clear Night's and Story Horizons, coming to my Ao3 this weekend.

27 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

#3

Ooh #63 would make a great Sabriel (cuz we just know Gabe is a noisy lil fuck in bed, right?)

Yes! These words were made for Gabriel! I have no idea why this fic took so long to come to me, but I finally give you smut! Thank you so much for the ask and understanding that the muse works in mysterious smutty ways. 😂 Happy Reading ❤️

Rated: Explicit

Tags: smut, anal sex, bet, kissing, on the sofa, hand jobs, plot what plot, Gabriel is a screamer

The Easiest Bet

"This is a stupid bet." Sam sighed, his arms crossed over his chest, as he looked down at his partner as the archangel lounged on the TV room's couch. Sam shifted his stance in front of him. "You cannot hate my movies that much." 

The archangel rolled his eyes, stretching out more across the two-seater. "I assure you I do hate your documentaries that much, Sammykins," Gabriel reassured with a roll of his wrist. "Somehow they are more boring than actually living it. Come on, Sammoose. First one to make a noise loses and the winner gets to pick what we watch for a month."  

Sam shook his head, a crooked smile weaseling its way onto his lips. He ducked his head, looking down. "There is no way you would win that bet, Gabe. You have to know that right? Do you even realize how loud you always are?" Sam asked with a wave of his hand.

"Hey," Gabriel cried, pointing a finger at him and sitting up a bit on the sofa. "I can be quiet if I want to be! Overconfident moose," Gabriel huffed, his lips pulling into a scowl. 

The brunette bit his lip trying to stifle his laughter. "Gabriel, I have spent my whole life living with someone. Mostly Dean," Sam said, tucking his chin to his chest trying to control his amusement. "And Cas normally has to soundproof our room so Dean doesn't have a stroke." He let out a chuckle looking at his partner just as Gabriel rolled his eyes waving a dismissive hand at him. "There is no way you can stay quiet longer than me." 

"I can be quiet, Winchester." The blonde shifted, sitting up fully on the sofa. "Especially if it means I don't have to watch a single documentary for a month." 

Sam sighed, running a hand through his locks, looking to the bunker hallway as he thought about it. "Make it two months," he said looking back at Gabriel with a wide smile, knowing he couldn't talk his boyfriend out of it and that he would definitely win. "I'll do it if the winner picks for two months." 

"Deal." Gabriel's grin widened, his brows bouncing. 

"First one to make noises loses?" Sam questioned, bending down over the sofa and pressing a kiss to the blonde's grinning lips. 

The archangel leaned into the teasing press of lips, his fingers reaching to stroke through Sam's beard. "Yes, Samheart."

Sam chuckled against his lips, pressing the shorter man back into the cushions and deepening the kiss. Gabriel smiled into it, wrapping his hand around Sam's nape to keep him close, parting his lips. The brunette's tongue slid into his lover's mouth as his hands rolled down Gabriel's sides, lifting him with ease and sliding onto the sofa to take the shorter man's space on the couch. 

Gabriel let out a silent gasp as Sam's long arms wrapped around him and pulled him into his lap, straddling him. Large hands quickly slid Gabriel's jacket off before working his shirt off. The archangel bit his lip, breaking the kiss to help take his shirt and jacket off, his hips grinding down on Sam's half-hard member. Sam licked over his lips at the feeling of Gabriel's round jean-clad ass grinding down on his hardening length. He rocked up to him, his hands going to Gabriel's belt wanting to feel him. 

The shorter man's lips were on him again the moment they were free from their shirts, rocking his hips and lifting them as Sam shoved down his pants and boxers. The blonde sucked and bit at Sam's neck, his eyes flashing with grace as their clothes vanished, biting down on the tender clave of skin at Sam's neck to stop himself from moaning at the feel of Sam's hardening flesh pressed bare against him. 

Sam's hips rutted at the feeling of smooth skin against him, his hands clenching around Gabriel's gyrating hips. His eyes closed at the hard bite and the soothing suckling of his lover's lips that went right to his groin swallowing back a hiss of delight. Hazel eyes rolled behind his lids, his hands clenching at Gabriel's ample cheeks spreading them and biting back a moan at the feeling of his already prepared opening. Gabriel shuddered, pressing his face to Sam's neck as he gripped Sam's long cock squeezing him and stroking him in his hand. The brunette bit harder on his lip, holding in a grunt when Gabriel's hand was on him, cursing internally at his lover's perfectly tight grip. 

The archangel pulled back with a smirk, looking over Sam's heaving chest as he stroked him into fullness. He grinned as Sam rutted into his hand before lifting his hips and hovering over the thick member as it throbbed in his hand. The hunter held tight to his hips watching as Gabriel sank down on him, huffing out a heated breath through his nose as Gabriel took all of his length in with slow torturous rolls of his hips. The blonde withheld a whine at the slow pace, knowing any faster and he'd cry out. He bit his lips as his fingers clenched on Sam's broad shoulders only to gasp a breathless silent moan when Sam rutted up into him, forcing the archangel to take all of him with one smooth roll of his hips. 

The blonde's head rolled forward, shuddering at a breath barely containing his cry when Sam held tighter to the archangel's waist, holding him still and burying himself inside of the wet canal. Gabriel shuddered at the easy stretch and burn of Sam's thick shaft relishing in the sudden fullness, wanting to cry out. He held tighter to Sam, determined to be quiet even when the taller man found his prostate. Sam licked his lips, his cock rubbing against the bundle of nerves with his every upward thrust. 

Gabriel clenched around him, biting down harder on his lips as Sam drilled into him, moving with him. Sam panted, pressing open mouth kisses against the smooth sunkissed skin, his eyes rolling at the clenching walls of his lover. His hips moved in tandem with each roll of Gabriel's, the archangel clenching tighter around him with his efforts to keep quiet in the face of the brunette's punishing pace. Gabriel's head rolled, his nails scraping at Sam's shoulders and back, rocking with each of Sam's thrusts, his cock bouncing and aching between them. 

Sam's head went back, not knowing if he could stay quiet with the delicious warmth wrapped around him. He wasn't going to lose. An idea struck him as he watched the archangel bite back his cries. A smirk pulled on Sam's lips, wrapping an arm tight around Gabriel’s hips and pulling from him with a silent gasp. Gabriel couldn't hold back his whine at the sudden loss or the cry that was forced from his lips when Sam bent him over the arm of the sofa. The taller man lined his thick head against his rim from behind him before shoving back inside of him in one long smooth thrust. 

"Fuck!"

Sam let out a low guttural groan, his smile wide as he thrusted relentlessly into Gabriel. "Dumbest bet," he said around a moan, wrapping his hand around Gabriel's leaking cock.

"Goddamnit, your cock feels so good,"  

Gabriel groaned, admitting defeat and sinking fully into the spikes of bliss that racked through his vessel. "Shit right there, Sammy," he hissed. His hands gripped tight to the arm his chest was pressed against, bucking his hips back to him as Sam rocked into him, his head hanging. "So fucking good." 

The brunette smirked his left hand holding tight to Gabriel's hip, losing his rhythm quickly when the blonde let his moans run free. "Fuck, I love your voice, " Sam grunted out, bending over him more and slamming his hips faster. "Love it when you scream for me." 

Gabriel let out a low groan at the heated words as Sam's hand stroked his cock faster. "Gonna cum… Fuck Sam don't stop." His hips rocked between the thrusting length and the tight fist around his weeping member. 

Sam nodded against him, grunting out his agreement as he thrusted into the fluttering warmth around him, cumming with a choked-off moan against Gabriel's back. The archangel's hips jerked as Sam stiffened behind him, his orgasm hitting him hard as Sam's thumb dragged over his wet tip, cumming over his lover's hand with a shout and a curse. 

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28 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#2

A Little Pick Me Up

Rated: E

Ship: Sam Winchester/Gabriel

Tags: Human Au, shameless smut, prompt fic, established relationship, lazy mornings, blow jobs, Gabriel's just not a morning person

Author Notes: Created for @idabbleincrazy prompt request for characters waking up together “breakfast in bed?" “define breakfast." Look what the muse remembered and finally unexpectedly finished! I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for sending the ask (hopefully I finish the other one soon as well) <3

A Little Pick Me Up

Sam smiled against his pillow, pulling his lover closer. The muffled grumble he received caused a chuckle to rumble free from his chest and his long arms to wrap more securely around the tempting hips. 

"Morning," Sam mumbled, kissing the top of Gabriel's head. 

"Morning is a subjective term, Sammoose." The shorter man’s eyes hesitated to open. Managing only to crack open one when Sam continued to bury his face in the crook of his neck and searched blindly for his phone. "Ugh, Sammy! It's not even seven in the morning." The older man groaned at the time that blazed from his too-bright screen, slamming it back down and closing his eye. 

Sam let out his own huff of frustration at his partner as Gabriel buried himself back against him, twisting around and burying his face in his chest. The brunette knew that the blonde enjoyed his sleep on the days he had off but the college student still had classes and Gabriel had promised to spend the day with him.

“You said you’d come with me today,” he reminded, stretching beside him before tightening his long arms around the curled-up man. 

“Not before seven in the morning, Samwise.”

The taller man rolled his eyes at the muffled reply, releasing a hum when he felt Gabriel’s lazy mouth drag across his bare skin. "Yes, you did. You said we’d carpool and I have a morning class, Gabe," Sam replied, resisting the urge to close his eyes as the blonde’s lips left lazy-open-mouth kisses over one of his nipples before making their way up his chest and over his collar bone. 

“That’s entrapment, lawyer boy,” Gabriel teased as large hands held tighter to his boxer-clad hips, pressing his morning wood against Sam. “I never would have agreed if I had remembered my day off was Wednesday this week.” 

Sam’s hazel eyes closed, pressing closer to him, at the firm outline of Gabriel’s thick erection, and his distracting lips as they traveled over his neck. “You weren’t that tired when I asked.” He countered feeling Gabriel whine against his skin. 

"Too early, Sammykins." He rebutted weakly, leaning back to look up at Sam, rolling his hips tantalizingly. "Where's my pick me up, Winchester?" He questioned with a wide grin, running his hand up Sam’s flexing arm and squeezing his bicep. 

"Seriously?" Sam’s head tilted back slightly with his laugh, unable to resist the press of Gabriel's clothed length against him. 

"Yes, seriously. You know I don't function this early without a little something, somethin’," Gabriel said with a yawn that may have been fake. 

The brunette sighed, laying his head in the crook of his elbow, letting his eyes wander Gabriel’s body as the blonde stretched. He turned his head, glancing at the time before turning fully back to his lover, letting his eyes rove his barely clothed body.

"Breakfast in bed?" 

Gabriel's eyes glistened with mischief, his eyebrows bouncing. “Define breakfast, Sammy boy."

The taller released a chuckle at his boyfriend’s lecherous smirk. “A liquid one. Where only I eat something.” He hummed as Gabriel wrapped an arm around his neck pulling him closer. 

“Color me intrigued,” Gabriel hummed, capturing Sam’s lips in a kiss before rolling onto his back and pulling the brunette with him. 

Sam released a soft grunt against his lips, pulling back to leave a trail of lazy sucking marks down Gabriel’s chest. The blonde released a pleased hum, his fingers tangling in his partner’s brown hair as Sam worked his way lower. Long fingers coasted over Gabriel’s arching sides before slipping into the rim of his boxers. Sam’s tongue traced slowly over the line of Gabriel’s pubic bone as the older man lifted his hips and pushed down his boxers. Sam pulled back slightly to help free the hardened member, letting his lips graze over the heated flesh. 

Gabriel let out a guttural groan at the first touch of Sam’s soft lips, feeling his tongue dash out to trace the pulsing vein of his aching erection. His hips rolled before Sam’s hand could hold them in place. The brunette stayed beneath their sheets as he dragged his tongue up Gabriel’s shaft, rolling his tongue around his tip before sinking down on him. Slim fingers clenched in brown hair, stopping himself from rutting into the welcoming warmth. His eyes closed as he bit his lip with a curse as Sam sank lower. His toes curled as Sam’s tongue twisted around his base before he pulled his head back.

“Shit,” Gabriel cursed, his hips rolling as Sam’s lips wrapped around his thick base. “I’ll never get used to that mouth, kid.” 

Sam groaned around him, bobbing his head faster on the hardened shaft. Gabriel’s eyes open, pushing back the sheets to watch Sam as he worked his cock. He groaned at the sight of his lips split around his swollen shaft.  

“Wanna fuck your throat, Sam.” 

Gabriel groaned as Sam’s hand shifted, letting go of his hips and letting the man rut up into his mouth with a punched-out moan. Sam held still as his lover’s hands tightened in his hair, his jaw lax against the drag of his lover’s cock against his tongue. The blonde licked over his lips with a breathless moan when he felt Sam’s throat convulse around his tip, his eyes rolling to the gagging younger man. His hips slowed slightly before speeding up once more, trying to go easy on his lover’s throat. Sam held tight to him, his eyes watering as he moaned around the heavy cock. His right hand reached, shoving into his sleep pants and wrapped around himself, squeezing his aching shaft. Gabriel panted, watching Sam’s arms flex to keep himself up and jack himself off. 

“Fuck, Sam,” Gabriel’s head tilted, planting his feet and rolling his hips harder up into Sam’s spread lips. His eyes drank in the sight of his lover working himself and leaking into his fist. “Are you gonna cum just from sucking me off?” Gabriel questioned breathlessly, his eyes fluttering closed when Sam responded by creating more suction around his thrusting shaft. “God, do that again,” he hissed, his hips rutting faster, holding Sam’s head down longer. “That’s it Sammy. Show me how you cum from the taste of me.” 

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30 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

''you used me as a pillow." ''sorry.'' or “breakfast in bed?" “define breakfast."

Thank you so much for the ask love! I actually had an idea for both but I'm just not really happy with "breakfast in bed" "define breakfast." Maybe I'll post it at some point, it is a Sabriel, but Spideypool completely consumed the first one. It's been so long since I wrote them. I miss them and even as short and angsty it is, it was really nice to find some inspiration for them again.

Heartbeat

A sudden loud thumping roused Peter from his fitful sleep. He groaned, nuzzling his cheek against the kevlar of Deadpool's suit before his eyes snapped open. His ears filled with the triumphant sound.

"Wade?" His head lifted, pulling his arms from around the bulker man, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "Wade?!"

Wade groaned, a grumble sounding from under Peter as the other pushed himself up from the blood spattered man, both still in their suits.

"Not so loud, baby boy. Head wounds are like the worst hangover." His eyes blinked behind his mask trying to remember what they had been doing and where they most likely were.

His eyes roved around the familiar safe house that was more safe than a house. Wade's hand raised to feel over his masked head before raising it to look down at Peter's unmasked face hovering above him and the concern edge in his brown eyes. His eyes roved over his best friend taking in the press of Peter against him and the other's torn suit.

"Sooo. No judgment, baby boy, but you used me as a pillow?"

Peter's eyes widened, leaning back and distancing himself a bit before looking over his blood covered suit. "Sorry," he mumbled, unsure if he was talking to Wade or his ruined suit.

"You don't gotta be sorry, but clarity would be nice." He shifted more, feeling his bones finish snapping back into place. Wade watched him looking over the causal self-consciousness. "You used my lifeless bloody corpse as a pillow?" Wade's voice hitched watching the other shrug.

"I didn't want to leave you," Peter defended, crossing his arms over his chest and looking over the other's damaged suit.

The brunette hadn't really thought about it. He had already been tired after pulling an all nighter and that was before almost being blown up by a giant space squid and dragging Wade back here. All Peter had wanted was to sleep and hear the steady thumping again after falling asleep to silence.

"Everyone was leaving so… I swung us here. And it's not like you have a lot of pillow options." His brown eyes roved around the warehouse turned living area with a wave of his hand before looking back at Wade. "I thought we could hang out after you… woke up." Peter finished lamely, never used to watching Wade die after Gwen.

"Petey?" Wade's head tilted on the worn mattress beneath him, his hairless brows furrowing under his mask. "I'm okay. I'm always okay."

Peter scoffed in disagreement, shaking his head weakly.

Wade shifted, reaching his gloved hand for his cheek. "You can hear it right?" Wade asked, his hand coming up to pull him back down to rest his ear back over his beating heart.

Peter nodded, slowly leaning back to his broad chest, settling back against him. Wade cradled Peter's head as his other arm wrapped around the younger man's back. Peter held tighter to him with a smile, closing his eyes and heaving a deep inhale at the strong unique sound of Wade Wilson's heartbeat.

"Yeah. I can hear it, Wade"

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[ifyoulovemeletmebinge]

i miss S1-2 sammy :(

[fluffysabriel]

Samshine. Light of my life. Do you know you hold galaxies in your eyes and the universe in your soul?

I don't like where this is going... what did you do this time?

I can’t give my amazing human a compliment without having done something my stunning giant?

Now that's three compliments in a row. Whatever it is, all this is sweet talk isn't getting you out of it. And it's totally not working

Sam smiles a little.

You’re brain is as quick as you are stunning Sammoose. I might have started a prank war with the rest of the bunker, pranked your brother, and declared you on my team.

He tries to smile cutely out of this.

No, no, no last time you did this my hair smelled like cotton candy for days and I still don't know how that's even possible.

But Sam! It’s already begun and please help me I might have dyed Deans hair Joker green

Gabe I... atleast tell me that the green is not going to come off for a few days. Then maybe I could help you prank Cas and Charlie.

It’s going to be in his hair for at least a week. You’ll get plenty of time to see it. And maybe get blackmail photos

You know I love you right?

I love you too Samshine.

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

Dean: I'm cold

Cas: *already removing his trenchcoat* now tHIS is why us angels who aren't affected by temperature differences must wear winterwear *putting it on Dean* there, is that better? Do you want my blazer too?

Dean: heh no

Cas: fine. Let me hold your hand. And lets walk super close.

Dean: ...sure

*

Sam: I'm cold too?

Gabriel: well I would offer you my coat Sammoose but you're too big for it

Gabriel: then seeing my short sleevies on your moose limbs would make me feel bad about myself

Gabriel: don't look at me like that, I'm not the one who asked you to be the size of a car

Sam: ...

Gabriel: hey? But you could always try on the seatcovers of my car? They're your size *smirks*

Sam: ...why am I even with you?

Gabriel: Because when you're really cold, and not just copying Dean to see if my reaction is as sweet as Cassie's, you know that I'd wrap myself around you anyday and anywhere. Also, when we do that, your brother and my brother walking like siamese twins wearing each other's clothes will be overshadowed by one beck of a good-looking moose with his adorable boyfriend on his back

Sam: oh that's why

[majesticfox34556]

The Chocolatier and The Lawyer

Title: The Chocolatier and The Lawyer

Rating: T (Teen)

Word Count: 1,022 words

Pairing: Sabriel (Sam/Gabriel), Destiel (Dean/Cas), Dorothy/Charlie Bradbury

 Tags: Kidnapping, Human AU, lots of chocolate, fluff

Summary: Charlie really wanted Sam to go to the new chocolate shop down the street. Really Really badly. Sam was always too busy. He had paperwork the boss needed to see him. Charlie hatched a plan. The chocolatier and the lawyer had to meet.

“Oh, my word Sam!” Charlie Bradbury grabbed Sam’s arm as he was passing. “You have to try this chocolate shop that just opened.” Charlie bounced on her heels. “It’s amazing. They have chocolate to die for. They make amazing food. Anything you want dipped, smothered, coated, and caked, they will do. Come with me? I think you will like the owner.” 

Sam gestured to the pile of papers in his hands. “Some other time, Charlie. I have paperwork to do.” 

“Okay. Fine.” Charlie deflated. 

~~~~~~~~

“Sam, can you go now?” Charlie pleaded. 

“Hmm?” Sam looked up from the computer with a forkful of salad hanging from his mouth. “Sorry. I have to finish this case for the bossman.” Sam swallowed his food. “Another day, Charlie.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“How about now?” Charlie popped up from behind the printer. 

Sam jumped a mile high. “This again? You know I don’t like chocolate, Charlie. What would I have in common with a baker?” 

“One, he’s called a Chocolatier and two, please just a quick run down the street?” Charlie begged. 

“Sam! Boss would like to see you.” A worker passed the printer room. 

“Sorry. I have to go.” Sam left the room. 

~~~~~~~~ 

Charlie had enough. She conspired with Castiel (Gabriel’s brother), Dean, and Dorothy (her girlfriend). 

“We need to get them to meet.” Charlie paced back and forth in her living room. “What if we kidnap him?” Charlie got excited by the idea. “Cas and Dorothy can grab him, Dean can drive him in Dorothy’s car and I can be your hacker in the sky.” 

The plan was agreed upon and Operation Sabriel was scheduled for tomorrow night. Cas insisted on one last attempt to get Sam to go voluntarily. 

“Hey, Sam?” Charlie popped into Sam’s office the next morning. “Can you go with me to the chocolate shop? You don’t have to buy anything. Just to come to help me pick something out for Dorothy and I’s anniversary?” 

Sam set down his pen. “Charlie, your anniversary isn’t for three more months. I remember because it’s my birthday you two met.” Sam picked up his pen. “I’m busy.” 

Charlie left the office. She called her girlfriend. “Operation Sabriel is a go.” She whispered. 

That night Sam was headed for his car when two hulking shadows snuck up on him and hit him over the head, stunning him but not knocking him out. His wrists were tied with rope and his feet were knocked from under him. A bag was placed on his head. 

Sam dug frantically for his phone but it was missing. 

Sam was shoved into a fancy sports car and it drove for fifteen minutes. It was suspiciously quiet. “Help?” Sam called. 

The car pulled to a stop. Sam was dragged out by surprisingly gentle hands. He was forced into a building that smelled like chocolate. 

“Help! I’ve been kidnapped.” Sam called. 

“What is this?” A voice called. 

“Thank you.” Sam breathed. 

“I’ve told you before, if you’re going to kidnap someone bring them in the back. I can’t have the cops called on me because you idiots have dragged some poor soul in through the front door.” The voice continued. 

The bag was ripped from his head and Sam’s vision was filled with gold. Gold green eyes, gold hair and a golden tanned face. 

“Hi. I’m Gabriel.” The golden man spoke. “Those losers are not the first to kidnap one of their friends and bring them here. What can I get for you today?” 

“What? Friends?” Sam turned his head to be met by a grinning Dean, Cas, and Dorothy. “You assholes! I thought I was kidnapped by one of the cases I was working on. Way to give a guy a heart attack.” 

Sam’s gaze was caught by the sign proclaiming chocolate covered strawberries. No one knew but it was comfort food of Sam’s. Dark chocolate with a drizzle of white with strawberries. Sam has never found a place that makes them. He always had to home make them. “Did you make that?” Sam pointed at the strawberries. 

Gabriel shrugged. “Yeah. Do you want to try one?” 

Sam nodded. Gabriel handed one over. Sam bit into it and moaned. “Oh my word, marry me, have my kids, die with me this is amazing.” 

Gabriel laughed. His golden eyes sparkled. “One, I think it’s a little early for that, two, who says I will be carrying the kids, and three I can do a date.” 

Sam licked a drip of chocolate from his finger. “You’re an angel, that’s why you would have the kids. A date sounds good. Tuesday at nine?” 

“An angel? Hmm. I see your point. Tuesday is fine. I’ll pick you up.” Gabriel bantered back. 

“I told you they would hit it off.” Charlie nudged Dean. 

“Yes Charlie, you were right, we were wrong.” Dean nudged her back. “Dibs on best man.” 

Charlie’s jaw dropped. “This was my idea. I get the best man.” 

“Children. Settle down.” Dorothy grinned. “We all know Cas and I will get Best Man. After all, we’re the ones who took him down.” 

Sam and Gabriel eyed their bickering friends. “Can I get a pound of this?” 

“Sure thing Moose.” Gabriel packed up his strawberries. 

“It’s Sam,” Sam told the chocolatier. 

“Okay, Sammoose.” Gabriel grinned. “Here’s your chocolate.” 

Sam and Gabriel leaned on the counter and watched their friends argue. 

“You know, I have a cousin who could be the best man,” Gabriel commented. 

“I have a half brother,” Sam told him. 

“Deal.” Gabriel came out from behind the counter and waded into the mass of their friends. “Okay, break it up. If you don’t shut up, Sam’s half brother and my cousin Balthazar will be our best men. Now get. You’re blocking the door from my customers.” 

The group of friends left the shop laughing and bantering playfully. 

“See you on Tuesday, Sammich,” Gabriel called. “I’ll name our firstborn Strawberry.” 

“Nah, we’ll call him Charles. After the one who got us to meet.” Sam grinned at a beaming and gloating Charlie. 

“Now you’ve done it.” Gabriel grinned and made his way back to his work. He had amazing friends.