
And I know it’s only in my mind,
That I’m talking to myself and not to himThe second GIF really annoys me but I don’t want to change it…
“I think Tuesdays are when you let me ride you,” Gabriel said, a hand fisted into Sam’s hair, yanking his head back so Gabriel could mouth at the skin of his neck.
Sam bristled at that memory, knowing that Gabriel was just using it to rile him up so he’d pin him down while he squirmed, thrust inside him hard like Gabriel always liked it.
“And maybe Wednesdays are when I let you and that big cock of yours finally come,” he said, pulling harder and nipping at the bend of Sam’s shoulder. Gabriel’s hand pushed inside Sam’s jeans and closed around his cock. “You can’t fool me. No pretending you aren’t loving this idea.”
Sam tore out of his grip, pushing him face down on the bed and shoving inside his ass as Gabriel let out a victorious yelp of pleasure; the sight of Gabriel’s ass stretched around his cock made Sam’s hips snap harder, like he could maybe be the one with the upper hand.

…I swear teeny!Gabriel has more sides than ‘muahahaha puny human!!1!’ but it’s so much fun to draw ;w; Finally finished something~~

“I don’t wanna sleep. Tomorrow I have to go back and I feel like I still haven’t seen your gigantic Sasquatch face enough.”
“I’ll miss you too, Hobbit.”

Late night super shitty Sabriel smooches.
Because I guess I ship it?
Mainly I see them trading hair care secrets and I find it hilarious that Gabe has to fly to even reach Sam’s face.

Christmas advent prompts - hot cocoa + candlelight + baby it’s cold outside

a bit of christmasy sabriel cuddles for dont-blink-get-the-speight! hope you have a great christmas dude, and sorry for being an idiot earlier in the year with that one thing we don’t talk about.
and, well, merry christmas to the rest of you too, i guess!
Pairing(s): Sabriel, mentions of Destiel
Summary: AU; New Years Eve party where Sam and Gabe meet.The Winchesters were known for their lavish New Years Eve parties. Various flavors and brands of beer and liquor lined tables with food and desserts that a starving man would beg for.
hear-me-rory submitted:
It may be expanded upon later.
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“Sam, turn around,” Gabriel laughed, gesturing vaguely at the uncomfortable figure in flannel. “I want a good look at your rear.”
The face he got in response was none other than the notorious “bitch face” Dean proclaimed could wither roses. Gabriel wasn’t a rose, and the ones he’d conjured for the hunter didn’t so much as shed a petal at the sight of Sam’s displeasure.
“You told me you weren’t—” At this the behemoth shrugged uneasily with a clearing of his throat. “Into. Guys.”
“Well, that can be fixed, too,” Gabriel commented lazily, waving a hand at Sam with a flutter that rendered the hunter breathless—and breasted, his figure slimming and muscles diminishing to aid in a more feminine physique. He was, however, still swimming in flannel layers, so it wasn’t inherently attractive. With a snap of his fingers, the angel changed Sam back before the woman could even say “boo”.
“My preference this century is women, yes,” Gabriel commented lazily as he circled the other.
“But for a Winchester, I’m always willing to make an exception.”