hey take this wing!kink okay bye
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.
Go, my children. Prompt wings and things. Fill wingy prompts. Or whatever other kinks suit your fancy. But mostly wings, yes? :)
so i wrote a fic i guess. if you like wingkink and gracekink then that is basically all over the place in this fic.
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
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.