Kink Bingo - Tickling
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setos_puppyTitle: Idle Hands
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Gabriel/Robin Goodfellow
Rating: R
Warning: Angsty frosting, smutty, tickle fetish, frottage
Summary: Gabriel's hiding out and gets an unlikely end-of-the-world visitor
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Kripke et al.
Notes: For![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo's tickle square. Dedicated to emocezi. She knows why.
Word Count: 1015
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
Gabriel lifted his eyes from his copy of the Weekly World News at a familiar Irish drawl. The body had changed slightly, a few small modifications for modernity, but he still recognized the fae anywhere. “Hello Robin.”
“Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel,” the fae shook his head and dropped into the plush chair that had appeared behind him, propping up his feet. “You never change, do you?”
“Well, some things do, but not much.”
Robin’s lips quirked a little and he pulled out a large, square glass bottle of milk from nowhere and took a long swallow. Gabriel watched his moon-white skin dance in the faint light of the fireplace, casting shadows over the faeish face, making him look even more playful than usual. Light glinted off his hooped earrings hanging from outlandishly pointed ears and made his mottled green-brown hair look more alien than ever before.
“How’d you know I was here?” Gabriel asked, closing the magazine and turning to face the proper Trickster fully.
“Followed the breadcrumbs to the gingerbread house.”
Gabriel snorted and rolled his eyes. “Right.”
“You leak power, angel, and it’s easy to find if you know how and where to look. Aren’t there demons after you? Your brethren? Kali?”
Gabriel waved a hand with a dismissive noise. “It’s all been dealt with. They think I’m dead.”
“That trick is starting to get old.”
“Always surprises the locals.”
“Naughty angel.” Robin hauled himself to his feet, finishing the last of his milk and sprawled out on the couch next to Gabriel. “You should be punished for keeping so many secrets.”
“From who? I never kept secrets from you.”
Robin tilted his head and walked his fingers up Gabriel’s arm. “Would have been hard considering you fell from the sky right smack in my lap, so to speak. Naked and shivering.”
“Seems like yesterday.”
“Seems like forever.”
“I was in a different body then. Do you remember?”
“An Egyptian woman, I remember. I had horns.”
“And goat feet.”
Robin frowned and rolled his ankles as if to remind himself they were still there and still normal. He shifted on the couch and used his human feet to kick Gabriel in the shoulder. “Don’t speak ill of me.”
Gabriel wrapped his fingers around Robin’s ankle and pulled, grinning at the quiet yelp he was rewarded before brushing his thumb over the delicate, high arch of Robin’s foot. Robin jerked and tried to yank his foot back, squirming and biting his lip.
“Ticklish?”
“Screw you.”
“Maybe later.”
Gabriel’s mouth curved into a smile and he brushed his hand, fingertips lightly pressing, over the ball of Robin’s foot, his smile breaking into a grin as Robin’s toes curled and he gave a breathy huff. The almighty and great Robin Goodfellow was ticklish. Talk about irony. Gabriel pushed the loose cotton pants up to Robin’s knee, he pressed a kiss to his ankle and let his fingers drift over Robin’s taut calf to his knee. When his fingertips curved over the back inside of Robin’s knee his head tipped back, back arched and he gave a breathless, melodic ‘ho, ho, ho’ laugh.
“Wicked little Hobbe.”
“You’re the evil one here, Gabriel.”
“Am I? I’m not the one getting turned on by this.”
Robin groaned as Gabriel slid over him, mouth pressing insistently against his own. Robin’s hands twisted into Gabriel’s honey brown hair and he pushed his hips greedily against Gabriel’s before breaking the kiss and sucking in a breath. “You’re not getting turned on, eh?”
“It’s your fault, you’re sexy when you squirm and get helpless and flail.” Gabriel’s mouth moved over the point of Robin’s ear and nibbled playfully, tongue swirling at the apex.
“Drama queen,” Robin gasped.
“I am? What if I do... this?!” Gabriel attacked Robin’s ribs, making him squeal out loud and twist and writhe. “Squirm for me little Puck.”
“You are such a sick, twisted fuck!”
Gabriel sat astride Robin’s hips as he bucked and writhed out the tremors of his nerves being assaulted. As Robin fell back against the couch, panting with unnecessary breath, Gabriel swooped down and licked a stripe up his pointed, perfect nose.
“You’re so pretty when you’re helpless.”
“I hate you, angel.”
“Lies.” Gabriel ground his hips down as he stroked his fingers over Robin’s ribs, making him jerk. “You love me.”
“I tolerate you.”
“I can stop, you know.”
Robin’s legs locked around Gabriel’s waist and he bucked his hips up with a piteous moan. “Don’t stop.”
“That’s what I thought. You going to let me do what I want?”
Robin said nothing, just nodded and gave a pleading, helpless whimper.
Gabriel leaned down and gnashed his teeth against Robin’s neck as he drove his hips against Robin’s with a low grunt as his fingers sought to exploit Robin’s ticklish areas. He couldn’t help how he felt when Robin jerked and gasped under him; because of him. It didn’t take long until Robin shuddered under him, cursing in ancient Celt as his fingers groped the back of Gabriel’s neck while Gabriel muttered Enochian into Robin’s hair.
Robin pushed Gabriel off of him and curled against his chest, breathing in the faint smell of cinnamon and ozone lingering beneath the heady smells of sugar. “The world is ending.”
“You suck at pillow talk.”
Robin shrugged and burrowed into Gabriel further. “Sue me. I’m glad I found you before everything melted away.”
“You scared?”
“Lived too long. How can I be scared to die when I don’t know how?”
Gabriel brushed his fingers over Robin’s ribs and grinned against his sweat dampened flesh as he twitched, moaning in protest. “I’ll clap and bring you back. Tickle you until you remember how to feel.”
Robin rested his chin against Gabriel’s chest, peering up at him. “What’s stopping you now?”
Gabriel tilted his head and looked at Robin, a slow smile spreading over his mouth, which searched out Robin’s. He made a delighted noise as the fae opened pliantly under his tongue and pressed him back into the couch.
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Robin aka Puck aka Hobbe is an old school trickster. He's most remembered or known from being in Shakespeare's play A Midsummer Night's Dream but has appeared in various forms over the years in various mediums. I sort of made a composite/mish-mashed him to make the aforementioned Robin, hope you liked.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Gabriel/Robin Goodfellow
Rating: R
Warning: Angsty frosting, smutty, tickle fetish, frottage
Summary: Gabriel's hiding out and gets an unlikely end-of-the-world visitor
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Kripke et al.
Notes: For
kink_bingo's tickle square. Dedicated to emocezi. She knows why.Word Count: 1015
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
Gabriel lifted his eyes from his copy of the Weekly World News at a familiar Irish drawl. The body had changed slightly, a few small modifications for modernity, but he still recognized the fae anywhere. “Hello Robin.”
“Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel,” the fae shook his head and dropped into the plush chair that had appeared behind him, propping up his feet. “You never change, do you?”
“Well, some things do, but not much.”
Robin’s lips quirked a little and he pulled out a large, square glass bottle of milk from nowhere and took a long swallow. Gabriel watched his moon-white skin dance in the faint light of the fireplace, casting shadows over the faeish face, making him look even more playful than usual. Light glinted off his hooped earrings hanging from outlandishly pointed ears and made his mottled green-brown hair look more alien than ever before.
“How’d you know I was here?” Gabriel asked, closing the magazine and turning to face the proper Trickster fully.
“Followed the breadcrumbs to the gingerbread house.”
Gabriel snorted and rolled his eyes. “Right.”
“You leak power, angel, and it’s easy to find if you know how and where to look. Aren’t there demons after you? Your brethren? Kali?”
Gabriel waved a hand with a dismissive noise. “It’s all been dealt with. They think I’m dead.”
“That trick is starting to get old.”
“Always surprises the locals.”
“Naughty angel.” Robin hauled himself to his feet, finishing the last of his milk and sprawled out on the couch next to Gabriel. “You should be punished for keeping so many secrets.”
“From who? I never kept secrets from you.”
Robin tilted his head and walked his fingers up Gabriel’s arm. “Would have been hard considering you fell from the sky right smack in my lap, so to speak. Naked and shivering.”
“Seems like yesterday.”
“Seems like forever.”
“I was in a different body then. Do you remember?”
“An Egyptian woman, I remember. I had horns.”
“And goat feet.”
Robin frowned and rolled his ankles as if to remind himself they were still there and still normal. He shifted on the couch and used his human feet to kick Gabriel in the shoulder. “Don’t speak ill of me.”
Gabriel wrapped his fingers around Robin’s ankle and pulled, grinning at the quiet yelp he was rewarded before brushing his thumb over the delicate, high arch of Robin’s foot. Robin jerked and tried to yank his foot back, squirming and biting his lip.
“Ticklish?”
“Screw you.”
“Maybe later.”
Gabriel’s mouth curved into a smile and he brushed his hand, fingertips lightly pressing, over the ball of Robin’s foot, his smile breaking into a grin as Robin’s toes curled and he gave a breathy huff. The almighty and great Robin Goodfellow was ticklish. Talk about irony. Gabriel pushed the loose cotton pants up to Robin’s knee, he pressed a kiss to his ankle and let his fingers drift over Robin’s taut calf to his knee. When his fingertips curved over the back inside of Robin’s knee his head tipped back, back arched and he gave a breathless, melodic ‘ho, ho, ho’ laugh.
“Wicked little Hobbe.”
“You’re the evil one here, Gabriel.”
“Am I? I’m not the one getting turned on by this.”
Robin groaned as Gabriel slid over him, mouth pressing insistently against his own. Robin’s hands twisted into Gabriel’s honey brown hair and he pushed his hips greedily against Gabriel’s before breaking the kiss and sucking in a breath. “You’re not getting turned on, eh?”
“It’s your fault, you’re sexy when you squirm and get helpless and flail.” Gabriel’s mouth moved over the point of Robin’s ear and nibbled playfully, tongue swirling at the apex.
“Drama queen,” Robin gasped.
“I am? What if I do... this?!” Gabriel attacked Robin’s ribs, making him squeal out loud and twist and writhe. “Squirm for me little Puck.”
“You are such a sick, twisted fuck!”
Gabriel sat astride Robin’s hips as he bucked and writhed out the tremors of his nerves being assaulted. As Robin fell back against the couch, panting with unnecessary breath, Gabriel swooped down and licked a stripe up his pointed, perfect nose.
“You’re so pretty when you’re helpless.”
“I hate you, angel.”
“Lies.” Gabriel ground his hips down as he stroked his fingers over Robin’s ribs, making him jerk. “You love me.”
“I tolerate you.”
“I can stop, you know.”
Robin’s legs locked around Gabriel’s waist and he bucked his hips up with a piteous moan. “Don’t stop.”
“That’s what I thought. You going to let me do what I want?”
Robin said nothing, just nodded and gave a pleading, helpless whimper.
Gabriel leaned down and gnashed his teeth against Robin’s neck as he drove his hips against Robin’s with a low grunt as his fingers sought to exploit Robin’s ticklish areas. He couldn’t help how he felt when Robin jerked and gasped under him; because of him. It didn’t take long until Robin shuddered under him, cursing in ancient Celt as his fingers groped the back of Gabriel’s neck while Gabriel muttered Enochian into Robin’s hair.
Robin pushed Gabriel off of him and curled against his chest, breathing in the faint smell of cinnamon and ozone lingering beneath the heady smells of sugar. “The world is ending.”
“You suck at pillow talk.”
Robin shrugged and burrowed into Gabriel further. “Sue me. I’m glad I found you before everything melted away.”
“You scared?”
“Lived too long. How can I be scared to die when I don’t know how?”
Gabriel brushed his fingers over Robin’s ribs and grinned against his sweat dampened flesh as he twitched, moaning in protest. “I’ll clap and bring you back. Tickle you until you remember how to feel.”
Robin rested his chin against Gabriel’s chest, peering up at him. “What’s stopping you now?”
Gabriel tilted his head and looked at Robin, a slow smile spreading over his mouth, which searched out Robin’s. He made a delighted noise as the fae opened pliantly under his tongue and pressed him back into the couch.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Robin aka Puck aka Hobbe is an old school trickster. He's most remembered or known from being in Shakespeare's play A Midsummer Night's Dream but has appeared in various forms over the years in various mediums. I sort of made a composite/mish-mashed him to make the aforementioned Robin, hope you liked.
