#gabe x reader

Kurt Kunkle ⋆˚࿔

Kurt has no experience at all. You're his first kiss, first handjob, first time, first everything. At first, he just fucks you with his tongue because, in his mind, if you like when he does that with his fingers, maybe you'll like his tongue too. He keeps throwing a few attempts until he sucks on your clit and that's what does it for you. The way you squeeze his head between your thighs, how you pull his and moan for him, because of him. This must be how the 1 million followers influencers feel when they post something and it has a thousand comments. He also reads threads about giving oral.

Walter Keys Mckey 💻⋆˚࿔

With Keys, everything is soft. He treats you like his most precious girl. He likes to have your legs over his shoulders, starts slow with long licks, and only increases once you start whining and acting all impatient. He smiles against your pussy and fucks your tight hole gently with his index finger, his tongue also sliding between your soaked folds. And he never, ever forgets to place kisses on your clit.

Baron 🍦˚࿔

Baron is messy in the best way. In the beginning, he doesn't know what to do, but wave goodbye to the end of beginning eventually Baron finds a rhythm that works for you both: desperate. That man eats you out like you're gonna disappear if you don't come on his tongue. He's a listener, so whatever you ask him to do, he will do. There are no bounds to his devotion, and what's a better way to show it other than to make you weak in his mouth? He won't stop until you come at least twice. And he always goes down on you as a make-up offer if you two argue or to relax you if you had a long day, it's his own way to feel useful.

Cole ♦️˚࿔

Cole likes to tease before going down to the real thing. He spreads kisses on your inner thigh, pecks your clothed pussy and likes your panties until it's wet from your arousal and his saliva. Only when you're begging and rubbing your core against his face like a dog in heat will he pull down your panties and start eating you out.

Travis Teacake Meacham 🍵🧁 ⋆˚࿔

Travis is nervous at first, so he asks you to say what makes you feel good. He wants to make sure you'll enjoy every second. Teacake isn't doing it for himself, but because he thinks you may like it.. at least that's what he thinks until he actually gets between your likes. Fuck, fuck, fuck, eating pussy is fucking great, man. It becomes one of his favorite things sex wise. He loves how you taste, how you keep him near, how he feels close to you when he's eating you out. Every little whimper is like a praise, and when you call him a good boy for licking you nice and clean? He almost comes in his pants.

Gabe 📿˚࿔

Gabe is not only inexperienced but also hesitant when it comes to sex. There's a lot of religious trauma trapped in his desires. But the bible taught us something: the apple always gets bitten. He gives into temptation, careful and trying cat licks at first until he's fully lapping against your cunt. And if there's punishment for it, he can't tell when his mouth tastes like your cum.

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

High fives and bear hugs, Gabe's skin may feel hot to the touch but he still demands to feel you in some way‼️ it's a need not a want to feel his baby against his chest, no matter the sweat covering you both or the fact that his brain is still melted from cumming as hard as he did, be it a hand on your stomach or his entire body draped across you like a blanket, he's on you in some way shape or form.

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

His arms, biceps specifically. He works so hard on himself and to him they show how strong and capable he is, how he has the power to protect what matters to him, as for you darling, our boy's a sucker for your thighs, if the endless amounts of hickeys on them didn't tell you that, the way he buries his face in them so giddily sure does.

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

He loves a good creampie don't get me wrong but there's something about seeing your perfect form covered in his cum that scratches this primal caveman need of his, he's especially fond of licking you clean afterwards.

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

Panty sniffer. And he's an absolute fiend about it, obsessed with your natural scent, so much so you periodically lose underwear throughout your relationship because he fucks himself silly, huffing the drenched fabric with a blissed out grin, and ends up ruining them beyond repair, y'all are in this endless cycle of him stealing your underwear, ruining it with his cum, and buying you more.

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

He has more experience than Caspian but less than Marcos, somewhere in the middle, he's incredibly observant and isn't afraid to ask if he's doing good, if you want this or that, he's attentive.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy, but the kind where he's pressed flush against your back, one strong arm wrapped tightly around your center, pressing him against you like he's trying to make you as close as physically possible, he gets to touch you, fuck into you as hard as he wants, and grunt all his praises directly in your ear.

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

Unintentionally goofy, he can get pretty clumsy when he's excited so it's almost guaranteed he's gonna knock into something or get trapped in his shirt in his and he's rushing to get to you, which always makes you both giggly, it creates this bubble of warmth and safety.

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

His happy trail is prominent, a dark reddish hue showing his natural hair color, fun fact, he thinks he looks hot because of it.

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

Extremely intimate, hands interlocked, searing eye contact, that is when his eyes aren't fluttering shut, that blissful little grin on his face, you can feel his love for you with every tender and heated touch, likes to rest his forehead on yours when he has you facing him, long, sloppy kisses, he stares at you with so much adoration, but also like he wants to completely devour you, it's lovely.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He was bad before y'all got together but now?? His libido is so easily set off by anything and everything you do, you could send him a sweet selfie of yourself at work or school and if he looks at your smile or gorgeous face for a second too long he will get hard, and he will have to cum or his brain is stuck in feral horny goblin mode until he sees you next.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Daddy kink, Size kink, Predator and Prey, Blood kink, Overstimulation, Public kink, and fun fact, if you feeling froggy and call him Daddy in public you will be getting pulled by your neck into the nearest dark corner and he will be rearranging your guts promptly.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He really likes the freedom and security of destroying you in your guy's home because he has full range to ruin you to his hearts content, he doesn't need to rush, he can make you cum over and over and over, however he is partial to some good ol fashioned nasty-window-fogging car sex.

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

Literally anything you do, good LORD he's down horrendously, but if you really wanna drive him crazy just ask for his help. Can't reach something? He'll get it for you for, sure, just be ready to feel his dick digging into your back when he reaches over you to grab it. Need him to open something? No problem, just hop on the counter real quick, yeah no it's nothing it's just his dick is jumping in his sweatpants because you said please when you asked him and now he has to fuck you against the nearest available surface.

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

He can't even conceptualize sharing you with someone in ANYWAY his eye will twitch at the mere echo of the thought.

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

You're his favorite meal and he's always hungry. If he could live off your cunt he would, he ain't stopping till you yank him away and even then, that only encourages him to bury his tongue that much deeper.

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

Fucks like a beast, even if he tries to go slow eventually his higher functions turn off and all he can do is pound away, very much the type to break the bed, make sure you're okay, and keep pumping into you like nothing happened, leaves you feeling sore in the best ways.

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

If you're down he's down, anywhere anytime, especially if there's a chance you'll get caught, he knows he's the most dangerous person in the room and if someone catches you he wishes a mf would try to interrupt or make you feel any kind of bad about it.

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

Absolutely, he's down to try anything once, especially if you suggest it.

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

3-5 depending on your energy, he can go all night if he's really pent up, he just can't get enough.

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

He doesn't own any but he really really wants to use a vibrator on you while he's deep in your guts, any way he can turn your brain into a puddle he's game.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Huge fuckin tease, but also terrible at it lmao?? Because you never have to ask twice, at most you get a delayed yes 💀🤚🏼

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

He's made the neighbors call the police several times, they just stop coming to y'all's house at some point. He's very vocal, lots of grunts and growls, moans of your name, likes to growl out all the filthy things he's about to do, and the way he says it, it's said like a promise.

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

Randomly feels subby, once in a blue moon this Daddy Dom needs to be babied and suck on a titty or two for a good few hours, he still fucks like a menace in this state, and despite the role switching, he's somehow even more intense when he's feeling needy.

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

7.5 inches and meanly thick, he has to make you cum at least once before he puts it in, because that stretch is a monster, in the best ways.

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

Horndog central over here. He has a high drive and it's only ever amplified by his intense, obsessive love for you, very down to go to pound town, anytime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Dean decided to come over, seeing the look on Sam’s face. “I’m sorry, he’s gone.” He said gently. Your eyes moved to gaze at him. His normally bright green eyes were dim with sorrow. “Lucifer stabbed him with an angel blade.” He swallowed. It was hard for him to say those words to you. Gabe had left you behind to help them, not wanting you in the room with all those Gods. And it cost him his life. The Winchesters had become like your brothers since you’d met them. They thought of you as their baby sister.

Your chest felt like it was caving in on itself, like it was being crushed. Sitting down, your put your head in your hands. Sam sat next to you, pulling you into his side. “He can’t be gone. He has to be here for the baby.” Your voice was quiet, so they weren’t even sure that they heard you right.

“Did you say baby?” Dean asked, wanting to clarify.

Looking up, you nodded. “Yeah. I found out this morning that I’m pregnant. I never got the chance to tell him.” That brought another round of sobbing on. Sam and Dean locked eyes, their hearts breaking even more.

You shot up in bed, breathing heavy. Despite that night being nine years ago, it still felt like it was just yesterday. Every day you were reminded when you looked in your son’s eyes. His father’s honey-colored eyes. While you were pregnant, you’d stayed at the bunker. It was the safest place for you. After your son, Gabriel, was born, the guys helped you find an apartment not too far from them. This way they could check in with you, and you were able to get to safety if needed. No one knew who would come after you when news spread of him being born.

Wiping your cheeks, you slid out of bed. You’d moved into a house a year ago, one with four bedrooms. This way, the guys had one when they came to visit. Which was whenever they could. Cas was the most frequent visitor, as he didn’t  have to be near by. They would tell Gabriel, who they called by his middle name, Elliot, all about his father. They were his favorite bedtime stories, especially when Cas would tell him about his father in heaven. All those fantastic stories would light up those beautiful eyes, which was so bittersweet. Every night you prayed for him to return to you. It was all you ever prayed for. Dean had told you about God. About how he’s basically a ‘dead beat dad’, but you couldn’t stop. You’d pray until the day you died for the love of your life to come back.

As you sat at the island in the kitchen with your coffee, you glanced at the clock. It was five in the morning, so there was no use going back to bed. Gabriel had school that morning, so you would have to wake him up in an hour or so. Hearing footsteps down the stairs, you hurriedly wiped your eyes. “Can’t sleep?” You heard the gruff voice of Dean join you.

“No.” You whispered. “There’s fresh coffee made. Your have your creamer in the fridge.” Whenever they came, you made sure to have things they like stocked up. Hell, you had a chest freezer in the garage half full of frozen pies.

As he poured himself, he glanced at you, seeing the redness in your cheeks. “You dream about that night again?” He asked softly. You’d told him all about it one night while crying into his shirt. Ever since, he just knew. You nodded, holding on to the coffee mug with both hands and looking into it it. A tear slipped down your cheek. “I know it’s hard, looking into Elliot’s eyes every day and seeing Gabriel.” He sighed. “But, you’ve got to move on. You deserve it.” Dean wasn’t saying it to be mean, and you knew it. He wanted you happy.

You gave a half-hearted chuckle. “How the hell can anyone measure up to an archangel? And how do you tell someone that your son’s father is the Gabriel? An archangel. Meaning your son is half angel. A Nephilim. That’s not exactly a topic that most sane people have.” Glancing at him, he nodded. “And I can’t be with a hunter, Dean.” That was out of the question. He joined you at the table, both of you sitting in silence. It was oddly comforting. Just to know that you understood each other. “I’m gonna go take a shower. If he gets up, can you just make him a bowl of cereal?” You asked, putting your empty cup off to the side to have more later.

“Sure thing.” He gave you a small smile.

The rest of the morning seemed to drag on and on. You showered, got Gabriel ready for school, and Dean brought him to school for you. Once he got back, he hung out in the garage, tuning up your car. His Impala sat in the drive way. Sam was on his way back from a ghost hunt that had come up a day after they showed up. They played rock, paper, scissors to see who went. You had rolled your eyes and said that it was like having three kids in the house.

You were wiping down the furniture in the living room when the doorbell rang. The only people that ever stopped by unannounced were the boys, and Sam was still six hours away. Setting down the rag and furniture polish, you blew the strand of hair from your face. You wiped your hands on your pants and moved to the door.

Opening it, you froze. “Hey, sugar. Miss me?” He smirked. You didn’t move, were barely breathing. “Y/N?” He asked.

“Hey, Y/N? When’s the last time you had your oil changed?” Dean asked from the kitchen. When you didn’t answer, he came to where you were, all covered in grease and oil. “Gabriel?” He stared, wide eyed. “You really did fake it, didn’t you?” He asked, angry. “It’s been nine years.” Dean snapped, stepping forward. All he could think about were the sleepless nights, the tears, and watching your heart break every day.

Turning, you put your hands on his chest and looked up at him. “Dean.” You warned. “I will deal with this.” He knew that tone. Glancing back to Gabriel, Dean saw how pissed he looked.

He nodded. “Fine. I’m gonna go back to the garage. Call me if you need me.” Dean kissed the top of your head before walking out.

You swallowed, turning to Gabriel. “You’re with Dean?” He asked, his voice dangerously low.

“Get in here, you ass.” You ordered him, not wanting your neighbors to see this. Once he was in and the door was closed, you punched him as hard as you could. “NINE YEARS!” You yelled. “You’ve been gone nine years, Gabriel.” He stared at you, surprised at how much power you had in your smaller frame. “You have no right to walk back in my life after nine years and question who I allow in my home!” You shoved him. Not hard enough to make him move, but you had so much anger at the moment. “And no, Gabriel. I’m not with Dean!” How the hell did you even begin to tell him how angry you were?

He was angry, too. “You think I stayed away on purpose? I DIED, Y/N.” He yelled back, that fire in his eyes. The one that you’d longed to see. “I don’t know how or why I’m back. I’ve been back two years. You know how hard it is to find someone with when you come back as a human?” That shocked you. He came back…human? “I followed every lead I could.” His was losing that anger, and it was turning to sorrow. “You disappeared without a word from the hunting world. There were only whispers of you. All anyone could tell me was to find Sam and Dean. Every time I caught wind of a hunt they were on, they were in the wind again.”

“So, how did you find me? And why didn’t you ask Cas?” You asked, your eyes watering.

He sighed. “I couldn’t find him, either. I don’t know why.” Gabriel told you, rubbing your cheek.

Your eyes locked with his again. “And…you’re human?” You whispered. He nodded. “I prayed, Gabriel. Every night. For you to come back.”

“And I’m back, and I get to spend the rest of my very human, very normal, very mortal life…with you.” He smiled, kissing you gently. You returned it, tears falling.

You pulled away and hugged him for a minute. “We have a lot to catch up on.” You told him.

Gabriel’s eyes shifted to the wall to your right. There were pictures of you, Gabriel, the boys, and Cas. From pictures of Christmas, his birthdays, his first trip to the fair, and candid shots. Your eyes followed his. Would he ask if he was Dean’s, too? You chewed your lip.

“His name…is Gabriel.” You said quietly. “Gabriel Elliot. He’s at school right now.” He looked at you questioningly. “I found out I was pregnant the day that you died.”

He moved to look at the pictures better. “I have a son?” His voice was sad. “Does he know who I am?”

You smiled. “He does. Cas tells him stories about your time in heaven. His eyes light up. Dean and Sam, well, they tell the fun trickster stories. Of course they edit them to make them child friendly. But, he knows exactly who you are. You’re his favorite bedtime story. By the time he could talk he’d ask for ‘Daddy bedtime stories’.” You hugged him from behind. “He’s going to be happy to see you, Gabriel.” You said, resting your forehead on his back as his fingers laced with yours.

He walked closer. He scraped the tip of the knife across your arm. You flinched at the coldness.

Your breath became heavy. The knife went up to your neck and stopped their.

"Who told you about me? Who else knows?" Gabe prompted.

"NO ONE I SWEAR"

Gabe's grip on the knife became more firm. You could feel the sharp edge dig into your neck.

"Are they really so important to you that you would risk your life for them?" Gabe asked.

"Ok fine! Eden does!" You lied. You knew for a fact that Eden was also a demon but he didn't know that. And telling him it was Eden who knew would make sense since she used to be your best friend.

Gabe narrowed his eyes at you. He looked betrayed.

"Who else?" Gabe urged.

"No one else. I only told her because I wasn't certain. I could trust her most." You replied. You weren't entirely lying, you had told her you thought it but she just brushed it off. However, you had told other people. A LOT of other people.

Gabe was suspicious. He still continued.

"Why did you suspect it?" Gabe asked.

"Because I saw you leave Erin, dying. What did she ever do to you?" Tears clouded your eyes. "What did WE ever do to you?"

"Look, I don't have time for this guilt tripping. I am the one asking questions h-"

The attic door opened. BAM.

"Who is there?" Gabe asked, a little shaken.

No answer.

It was pitch black in there, you could barely see anything.

Gabe walked towards the door and pulled down a string. The light flicked open.

No one. No one was there.

Atleast not in plain sight.

Gabe looked nervous. He leaned through the door frame to be able to see anything. No one.

"It was probably just the wind." You said.

"Ah yes, because a wind opens the door so loudly. You know something I don't know and I'm going to find out what." He retorted.

"No you won't."

Gabe turned around.

Kinsey was standing there with the chain key in her hand. She freed you and trapped him. It all happened so fast, Gabe didn't have time to react.

You helped Kinsey pull him towards... Tyler?

He had the alpha key. HE HAD THE ALPHA KEY! You would get rid of Gabe once and for all and as much as it hurt you to see your boyfriend die but he wasn't himself anymore.

As Gabe was struggling to be free, Tyler stuck the Alpha Key in his back. Crunch.

Gabe collapsed.

Did he really die? Your eyes flooded with tears. You hated him. But you loved him too. You wished there was a way to free him of the demon without him dying.

Maybe there was?

One of his fingers twitched. You smiled. But then you realised, what if the key didn't work on him? Only one way to find out.

You and Kinsey chained him up and put him in the corner.

You grabbed the head key.

"Try and take this key from me." You said to Gabe.

"Y/n I-"

"TRY TO TAKE IT FROM ME!" You practically shout.

His hand reaches forward. He hesitates before closing his fingers around the key. He takes it from your hand.

Everyone takes a sigh of relief.

You smiled. The biggest smile that had ever been plastered across your face.