Fuck Yeah Wingkink
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All fandoms are welcome.
hey take this wing!kink okay bye
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His wings manifest physically because he actually doesn’t have the energy to keep them tucked away. The vampire nest they’d taken out was about 10 vamps more crowded than they originally thought and—well better an angel then one of the boys, right? What’s left of the blood in his vessel is singing and he’s strangely dizzy—in fact this is right up there with the time he helped invent LSD—when Sam sets him down gently on the uncomfortable bed of the motel room.
“That last vamp took a lot out of me,” Gabriel says. “Quite literally in fact.”
Sam scowls at him. “That’s not funny.”
“Come on, it’s a little bit funny,” the angel retorts, but his words are slurring and he feels like his head is about to fall off his shoulders.
“Good Omens art promp idea! Crowley has a pic of Azzi naked, its very tasteful with urns and stuff so its real art! it was done in the 19th Century when Crowley was having his err nap. Not sure if Azzi know he has it. Crowley didn’t know about it till he saw it in the gallery.”
Crowley sauntered through the art gallery and smiled to himself.
The 21st century was a good time for evil. With over seven billion people on the planet, more things were going on than ever. Move around now and again, take a trip occasionally, hang around bars and parliament buildings and broadcasting stations, and you were just bound to end up at the right place at the right time every now and then. Later, Hell would tell you how impressed they were with the latest political scandal, or unbelievably inhuman legislation, or the phenomenon of pick-up artists, and you’d nod and smile humbly, why yes, you’re only Hell’s servant, just doing your job, thank you very much.
There’s no food in purgatory. No flowers, no herbs, no fruits, or berries, no wildlife nothing. Only monsters. We’re fighters, there was nothing here we couldn’t handle it’s what wasn’t here that wore you down. Your body only lasted so long before it needed fuel. We tried to hunt the creatures for you to feed on, they only made you sick. The ‘herbs’ and ‘plants’ here they all bite back. I could heal your wounds, and stop your bleeding but I couldn’t nourish you. You went to sleep every night and I held you, eyes wide, hoping and praying your heart wouldn’t stop. You were getting so small, I could see all your bones, finally you stopped walking. I kept you safe, I kept them away from you but they hovered like vultures, drooling, screaming and barking. They waited and so did I because that was all I could do. You said you were tired, that you were only going to sleep, you told me how you and Sammy were used to starving, and you closed your eyes. I protected your body just as I did when it was still breathing. I watched you waste away. I didn’t bury you because I held on to that hope that Sam would find us. And having to dig up your body would only delay our escape. Sam never came, and sometimes I’d think it was for the better. There was so little left of you to rescue now. Every time I tried to hold you something would collapse. So I sat next to you and tried to remember your voice. Eventually there was nothing but bones, but the monsters kept coming. I couldn’t move from the spot I last heard you speak, I wouldn’t move. I fought for your spirit. So much time had passed, grass and flowers began to grow where you once lay. Flowers from home, flowers that didn’t bite or grow heads. They were just a beautiful as you once were, and I had something new to protect.I’m not a writer, so this is just a really long purgatory headcanon that I could’t get out of my mind (in first person because it’s easy to write). uou
Go, my children. Prompt wings and things. Fill wingy prompts. Or whatever other kinks suit your fancy. But mostly wings, yes? :)
![Title: EtherealAuthor: vickyblueeyezFandom: Star Trek XIPairing: Spock/McCoyWords: 3861Rated: NC-17 for strong sexual content
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, I do not profit nor own Star Trek or the characters.
A/N: I love wing fic. I love it so much that I want to apply it to all my favorite pairings and not just have to go to the Supernatural fandom to get it. Karl Urban looking sexy as Cupid from Xena: Warrior Princess also helped in inspiring this fic.
Summary: A routine mission to a planet full of winged humanoids returns with unexpected consequences for Doctor Leonard McCoy and for Spock
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7929212/1/
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Art: for “Ethereal” for vickyblueeyez S/Mc [G] & [R]NSFW STXITitle: Ethereal (artwork)Artist: tprillahfictionPairing: S/McFandom: Star Trek XIRating: [G] & [R] Not Safe For Work!!!
ART is at http://tprillahfiction.livejournal.com/96137.html
(If you like both, please show the author and artist some love by commenting/fave on the links below. Thank You)](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m29l3dmqmC1r5ruygo1_250.png)
Title: Ethereal
Author: vickyblueeyez
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Spock/McCoy
Words: 3861
Rated: NC-17 for strong sexual content
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, I do not profit nor own Star Trek or the characters.
A/N: I love wing fic. I love it so much that I want to apply it to all my favorite pairings and not just have to go to the Supernatural fandom to get it. Karl Urban looking sexy as Cupid from Xena: Warrior Princess also helped in inspiring this fic.
Summary: A routine mission to a planet full of winged humanoids returns with unexpected consequences for Doctor Leonard McCoy and for Spock
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7929212/1/
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Art: for “Ethereal” for vickyblueeyez S/Mc [G] & [R]NSFW STXI
Title: Ethereal (artwork)
Artist: tprillahfiction
Pairing: S/Mc
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: [G] & [R] Not Safe For Work!!!
ART is at http://tprillahfiction.livejournal.com/96137.html
(If you like both, please show the author and artist some love by commenting/fave on the links below. Thank You)
Prompt: You asked for prompts! Sabriel, wing!kink, first time.
Asker: aladycalledkatie
Notes: Wooo alkdsjlakfjs Sabriel! Sorry it took so long dear! Computer difficulties and life got in the way ):
Rating: Low R.
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so i wrote a fic i guess. if you like wingkink and gracekink then that is basically all over the place in this fic.
wc: ~2200
pairing: calthazar, sort of mentions of destiel i guess
rating: um pg-13 probably there isn’t any sex or anything
snippet: But this is something at least, this is something you can have. This piece of time in a darkened flat where everything is okay and Cas’ eyes are ocean wide and twice as deep, this you can fold up and place in the breast pocket of your mind, closest to your heart, and keep forever.
(link) if you’d rather read it in a google doc without my annoying layout
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,443
Sprouting wings is kind of a painful and bloody experience, so Neal goes to Peter for help. He gets a couple different kinds of help.
Dean doesn’t expect Jack to be so fascinated, but when Cas unfurls his wings the rogue Time Agent, who’s seen worlds beyond Dean’s imagination, is struck speechless. Dean grins and leans over to Jack, guiding his hands to touch them. “This really turns him on,” he murmurs, and eases Jack behind him, showing him how to ruffle the feathers and how to ease them again, how to stroke and tease so Castiel is so on edge he’s begging to be fucked. That’s an offer Jack can never refuse, and when he slides into Cas, hands bunched in the sensitive canopy of feathers, Dean slides between Cas’ knees and coaxes out his cock. He uses his hands and mouth, breaks Cas down, and enjoys the sight and sound of his lovers so enthralled by each other.
Gabriel’s wings are charcoal gray, a boring color for a colorful angel, but he shudders when Sam runs long fingers through them, ruffles his feathers as Gabriel has so often ruffled Sam’s (albeit in a different way). Castiel’s are black and severe as night itself, and Dean expects when he touches them that they’ll feel metallic and cold. Instead, they’re silky and sleek, like a luxurious robe, and it’s Dean who moans to touch them, to lose himself in their fluttering. Sam can’t get lost in Gabriel’s — they appear the height of their owner and Gabriel, for whatever his strengths, is wearing a short vessel — but that doesn’t stop him from teasing them, running his fingers along each feather until Gabriel is quivering and whining, begging him for more. Each angel has a pair of wings that is uniquely his own, and in sharing them with his mate, he invites a unique kind of intimacy: for Sam and Gabriel, teasing; for Dean, encompassing and accepting.
His back itches, and itches, and itches. He tries to be discreet about it, but Fearless Leader cottons on, and tells him to cut out the fidgeting.
Cas ducks his head with a submissive smile, and lets his hands fall to his side.
Surely, though, Fearless Leader understands. Surely he knows. Cas can still feel them there, can still feel them like they were there yesterday. He doesn’t think it will ever go away. These itches, these emotions, this deep-rooted sadness and resignation, that Fearless Leader is Fearless Leader now and not Dean because he stopped being his Dean a long, long time ago.
He still looks in a mirror and sees them, folded against his back, stretches them out to their full span and feels the tips brush against the walls. But they’re not there. They were ripped from him, torn from him in a wave of solid emotion and wind rushing over him, through him, stealing his light of heaven as he knew, innately, deep down, his kin had left the pitch.
“Don’t look,” he’d sobbed, clutching his shirt around his shoulders, “don’t look at them,” because he could see, feel, the bloody remnants where they once were, stinging against his flesh and seeping into the fabric. Dean - because he was still Dean then - had tried to touch his shoulder in comfort, and he flinched away, shaking, rattled. He didn’t think he’d been this panicked before…ever. And that frightened him more. Horror was a deeply, truly, human emotion.
His wounds had healed over time, and he’d faked it with drugs and sex to cover up his fear and loneliness. Like a human would. Like Dean would. He felt like he was pressed against a foggy window, unable to clear it, waiting on someone he’d forgotten, someone who would never return anyway, who was meant to bring him something but he didn’t know what. A shining light, maybe.
A shining light that could show the others the ugly, deep scars on his back, under his always-wearing-a-shirt, that nobody but him could even see.
Until that happened, and it never would, he would follow, and hide, and sense the trap hours before he walked into it.~~~
I just have so many feelings about future!Cas. ;;
This is basically just me piling my feelings up in one story, but I love these two so much, I can’t hold all my feelings.
So, here’s my Sabriel wingfic/drabble in which they have schmoopy sex and Gabriel shows Sam his wings for the first time.
Tangible
Sorry, guys. I deleted the last post because I left out a section of hardcorewings. This link will have all the parts.
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel
Rating: M
Word Count: 8,702
Gabriel has been teased for his wings his whole childhood. His adult life isn’t any better. His job is lackluster, the only person who’ll put up with him is his brother, Castiel, and he can’t find anyone whom he’d even consider mating. But, all that changes the day he sets eyes on Sam Winchester.
