Request:Can I ask for a fluffy fic where reader gets angry because people are blaming her for things she had no fault for and Gabriel is there to hear her rant then he comforts her afterwards when she gets sad, maybe also involving reader being able to see his wings and Gabriel using it to calm her down? (anonymous)
Author: Holly
Warnings: A couple swear words.
Characters: Y/N and Gabriel
Words: 2,425
Y/N = Your Name
A/N: First fic in a while! I hope it makes you smile!
Something in the kitchen behind you broke as it fell courtesy of your thrown plastic cup. Sounded like you’d missed the trash can. Oh, well. The boys could blame you for the mess just like they blamed you for everything else. You were fuming.
Just so you all know, we didn’t just drop off the face of the earth. I’m still here, I still intend to write for this blog when I can, and I assume my fellow authors, like myself, have just been preoccupied with irl stresses and priorities.
- Holly
Not sure when this was originally posted, but the message stands true as of 9/6/21. Free time is just a bit of a scarcity right now.
Just so you all know, we didn’t just drop off the face of the earth. I’m still here, I still intend to write for this blog when I can, and I assume my fellow authors, like myself, have just been preoccupied with irl stresses and priorities.
The first door standing open down the long hallway was obviously your bedroom, and Gabriel wasn’t shy about stepping inside. At first, he simply stood in the center and glanced around eagerly, bouncing a little on his feet as he surveyed the space.
Cas followed him in much more tentatively, but curious as to what his purpose was.
“This is it, huh?” He strolled over to the small desk in one corner and picked up an open notebook and some loose papers, studying them closely. Apparently, nothing there really held his interest because he abandoned them quickly and started sliding open desk drawers.
“This is—I think this is what humans would call an ‘invasion of privacy,’” Cas said.
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Rating: E
Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word Count: 739
Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, Grace use, pwp, orgasm delay (if you squint), light d/s undertones (if you squint very, very hard)
Summary: zero plot to be found 😆 exactly what it says on the tin
A/N: Prompted (in bold) by @feelmyroarrrr a long time ago (thanx for ur patience). Sorry if this is far from my best smut, been going thru an odd block on smut and figured this would be a good one to ease back into it. First time writing Thigh Riding, so I hope it’s not too off the mark.
“Oh, no Sugar. You keep those right there.” Gabriel let his Grace pin your hands in place above your head, stepping closer against your nearly naked body as he pressed you back to the wall. One leg slotted between yours, grinding into your cloth-covered mound. “Naughty girls don’t get to touch, y/n. The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”
You whimpered, your head falling back to thump against the wall, your back arching as you rocked into his…. touch. His hands caressed your skin, thumbs brushing over your breasts, your nipples pressing against the fabric of your bra. He always knew just how to tease you, to get you trembling in his arms. Gabriel’s eyes roamed over you, golden irises a thinning circle around lust-darkened pupils. He smirked wolfishly at you and dipped his head to press his lips to your neck, teeth scraping gently over your pulse point.
1. One of my older stories (2017 I think? Maybe 2018? Whew, that was a while ago) used some French and I’ve been informed by a couple of people that I got something wrong. I went back and corrected to the best of my ability. I am doing my best… but I’m far from fluent.
2. Updated to include “Wingmates.”
Will hopefully be updated again with a few more stories before too long! I know I’ve been radio silent for a while, but I’m trying to achieve a better work-school-life balance which includes more time for hobbies.
