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the smut picture prompt meme

SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER

ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)

iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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[How many years of bad luck do you get for sleeping with your brothers' vessel? Or is it some other infraction?

Not that Gabriel really cares, but he likes to keep on top of any lists that he might appear on. He especially doesn't care because part of him hopes that the More Attractive Winchester wiggles out of her destiny. Mostly so that she can keep wiggling back into his bed, if she so desires. He's never forced any woman into it, and he wants to keep it that way. All he's doing, at the moment, is attempting to ply a pretty lady in show-stopping garb with a very fancy hotel room and a bottle of champagne.

But maybe that's not all this is.]

So, level with me, hotness. This isn't some ruse to get me to help out more with the apocalypse, is it? [He smirks, downing his glass.] I promise I'll just be impressed.

[ She knows she's toeing some line, some metaphorical bridge that shouldn't be crossed or even considered in the first place. There's a guilty side that Sam tries to ignore, if for the fact that she can't really forget how many times she had to watch Dean die in a plethora of creative and equally unfortunate ways because of this man, this...creature? Angel. It was a point that needed to be made, but there were certainly kinder ways to do it. Consequently, Dean is the last person that needs to be in the know about how she decided to spend her evening.

Sam looks up from her own glass at the comment, giving a moderately amused huff out of her nose. So maybe her motives are selfish in more ways than one, it's a bit safer to lean on those reasonings, anyway. They're more straight-forward, less questionable given the circumstances. Sam uncrosses her legs, casually knocking her ankle against his. ]

Would it help? [ She raises a brow before finishing off her glass as well. Third for the night and hopefully not the last. ]

Hmm...

[Gabriel pretends to scrutinize her.]

Not really sure yet, to be honest. [Which may or may not be a lie. Just ask Kali how easy it is for a woman to wrap him around her finger. Although that is Kali. It's not as easy for a human.] Might have to give it some more time. Refill?

[He holds the bottle up slightly as an offer. Because this is Gabriel, the champagne's not going to run out anytime soon. Meanwhile, he waggles a brow, just a little, as he feels her ankle. He likes to think of himself as the king of having fun, and this night is promising so far.]

I gotta admit, I didn't expect you to take me up on my offer.

[ Well, she can hope. Sometimes hope is all they're running on, so it shouldn't come as much of a surprise. But she doesn't turn down a refill, regardless. If there's one thing that Sam happens to be pretty good at, it's holding her own while drinking. She's tall, maybe that has something to do with it, but more likely than not having Dean as a standard has led her to some new expectations. That isn't to say she hasn't had her moments...

The touch tickles a little with the way the stockings rub against her skin, but she doesn't move away. ]

If we're being honest... [ Which is a dangerous road to go down in any right. ] ...neither did I.

[ Why did she, anyway? Sam runs her finger around the rim of her newly filled glass before downing half of it in a unsurprisingly unlady-like manner. Maybe she needs a bit of a buzz and champagne doesn't quite do the trick. At least not yet. ]

You're kind of a pain in the ass. [ She said honest, right? Sam looks up, making eye contact with the archangel unapologetically. ] But... [ There has to be a but to follow that up. ] ...I think I understand.

Do you, now.

[Honesty is, normally, not something Gabriel goes for. It's not really his thing. He covers everything up with a dash of jokes, a cup of sarcasm, and a heaping tablespoon of cynicism. But sometimes it's refreshing. Sometimes too much gets covered up and the world becomes a little too confusing.

Make that most of the time, actually, as far as Gabriel's concerned. He's become a master of avoiding his own feelings. Even for something his age, the world is a fast place and ripe for him to lose himself in.

He leans in just a little, sipping his own glass, expression curious as the smirk slowly leaks off of his face.]

If we're being honest, I'm an enormous pain in the ass. [Gabriel knows it. His ego is simply large enough that he doesn't care.] Makes me all the more flattered you came out tonight.

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[It isn't like Gabriel makes this a habit.

One, hanging out in such a classy bar that you can see your reflection almost in the walls, and two, schmoozing with demons. Demons who may or may not be the king of hell, actually. Ordinarily, per Gabriel's cover, demons are fair game for just desserts and they usually deserve it more than most. But Loki the Trickster's not as bored as he usually is. No, in fact, he'd fed an abusive father to a giant crib the night before. That twitch in his fingers — the urge to be a colossal dick, as a Winchester might put it — is almost nonexistent.

So here he is, wearing something nice and making hairy bets with the king of hell over a glass of really good scotch. Bets that end with "if __ doesn't happen, you have to kiss me." And that defense player had bitten the dust during the football game they'd both been half-watching. Fair's fair, Gabriel supposes, and so he leans across the table and presses his lips to Crowley's.

Twists he hadn't seen coming. Not that he minds. Crowley tastes like scotch, too, and Gabriel lingers, suddenly seeing more possibilities in their future. His question comes out in a quiet drawl.]

That what you had in mind?

[Crowley certainly doesn't make a habit of hanging around with angels either. Of course, he isn't aware that this is actually the archangel Gabriel- if he was, he might be a mite bit more cautious about such close proximity. But the trickster, Loki? Not a problem.

He's actually having quite a good time, somewhat surprisingly. Crowley supposes it's nice to be around something that doesn't suck up to him at every possible opportunity as his minions tend to do... to be on more even ground. That's part of the reason he'd been willing to make these bets, adding kissing in there as part of said bets because he was King of the Crossroads, and kissing is something he's quite good at.

That, and he's attractive enough. The last kiss leaves him leaning forward for more, and left with mild disappointment when Gabriel breaks away. Either Crowley will have to make more bets, or convince him to get out of here.]

Not bad. Not bad, but not enough either.

[Gabriel — Loki — smirks. What's the phrase? Leave 'em wanting more? Except that doesn't really work when you want more, too, and don't have any objections to getting it.]

And here I thought our bet was for one. You upping the stakes on me? [He's amenable. More than amenable.] 'Cause, I have to say, I might not be objecting.

[If there's one thing demons are good at, in the archangel's mind? It's this.]

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