#wing!kink

[castielfucks]

dean gives cas a shoulder rub and cas becomes so relaxed his wings pop out and hit dean in the face

#is that something #feel free to add #supernatural #castiel #destiel #deancas #wing!kink #mdni #just in case lol #spn #spnblr #mine

[sams-subtext]

Angel Wings

Castiel has been acting different with his wings, and Dean wants to find out why. Some domestic Destiel stuff, mildy explict towards the end.

For the past couple weeks, Cas has been acting strangely. More specifically, his wings have. He's been rubbing his back against any surface, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, making a frustrated grunt whenever he tried to scratch them. Dean noticed this odd behavior and decided to ask what was up, "You okay, man?". "I'm okay, Dean", Cas replied, stretching his arm so far back Dean cringed. Dean sat beside Cas, rubbing his finger gently over one of the deep, black feathers. The angel flinched in response, but soon letting out a sigh of relief as Dean moved on. Dean had seen this happen before, when Cas got uncomfortable like this, it was mostly due to his wings. "Where is it the worse?" Dean asked quietly, Cas reached around to point at the very back of his wings, close to his back. Dean nodded, and started kneading the feathers gently, earning a groan from Cas. His wings twitched as Dean worked his magic, his muscles loosening and his shoulders relaxing. Cas shuddered at every movement Dean made, he was so delicate with his wings, and that made Castiel very interested. Dean had soon finished with Castiels wings, but continued to rub at each feather slowly, carefully, quite enjoying the noises Cas was making. "De— Dean. Please." That was music to Deans ears. He hummed and rubbed a little harder around the bone. Castiels wings shot out as he moaned. "Well, well, well", Dean started, "Someones excited." Cas huffed, arching his back towards Dean, "You have no idea."

#castiel #dean winchester #destiel #wing!kink #mature #mildly suggestive #writing

[inkrrred]

The one with the wing kin..appreciation

#charlie x vaggie #chaggie #charlotte morningstar #vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel #illustration #fanart #fanartist #wlw #gl #yes they are girlfriends girlfriends #wing kink #omg its that is a tag???

[sosooley]

and they say romance is dead Undead

Рыцарство и романтика немертвы

#vancula #van helsing #dracula #hammer dracula #vampire #wing kink #peter cushing #christopher lee #my art

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

How about hands/fingers kink (not sure if this sort of kink even exist 😅)

Oh, it does. Ask anyone in the SAS, finger/hand kink sure does exist...

"Delicious"

Forced to stay over in a small town during a snow squall, you and Loki share a finger-licking good meal by the fire.

Content Warning (18+): smut, finger-licking, fingering...fingers Word Count: ~600

“At least they deliver in this weather,” you said between bites of chicken wing, hot sauce smeared all over your hands even after repeated attempts to wipe it away. “I thought we were going to have to eat the furniture if the blizzard didn’t let up!”

You sat on the floor in front of the roaring fireplace in your hotel room, eating crappy chicken wings from the only place in the tiny town you were stranded in that had remained open during a somewhat-sudden nor’easter. The wings were overdone and slathered in hot sauces to the point of such excess that Loki had tucked a napkin into his collar, and you’d already gone through every paper towel that the receptionist could find. 

Loki shrugged. “I suppose. I would rather be back at headquarters dining on something a bit less…slimy?”

Cringing, you quickly expressed your displeasure.. “Ew, don't call it that. ‘Slimy’ makes me think of slugs. It’s…saucy.” 

A thought invaded your mind: I could be “saucy” right now. 

You were glaring at Loki’s hands, also covered in dressing, as he attempted to look like a prince while dining on cheap pub fare that he could use for paint. In spite of the mess between his fingers, his hands captivated you. They were sculpted, strong, and graceful, which you imagined came from his years of studying how to do magic with those hands. 

You could practically feel the spots on your skin where he could tuck those long, nimble digits. And those perfectly-kept nails, that were just long enough for him to gently run down your back, targeting the ticklish spot you had just above your ass. 

And oh, how far inside you they could go, how intimately they could examine the ever-growing heat between your thighs. Your minds was drifting further and further away as the fantasy grew: tapping on your clit, tracing circles around your swollen lips, digging deeply into you before--

“--uh, Agent?”

Loki had noticed your stares. Raising a pleasantly curious eyebrow, he taunted you in the manner he secretly knew turned you on. “Do my hands fascinate you?”

You felt the embarrassment paint itself all over your face. 

“Oh. no need to feel ashamed,” he said, turning his intrigued face into a dark, sensual, hungry grin. “Please admire them. Each finger is a master of its craft, worthy of only the most elite sorcerers.”

He shifted over, sitting next to you, hips touching. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled the sauce-smeared napkin out of his collar and threw it over his shoulder before leaning over you, boldly. You leaned back, afraid to blink. 

“Now that we’re through supper, how about a spot of dessert before bed?”

Taking two of his fingers, he ran them, sauce and all, gently over your lips, using the tips to pry them open just enough to insert them into your mouth. 

Unable to help yourself, you moaned into his hand, which gave him an almost-instantaneous erection. “Fuck, do that again!” he commanded. 

You rolled your tongue around them and sucked them as far into your mouth as you could. Loki watched with almost predatorial interest. The sight of you nursing on his fore and middle fingers was making his cock twitch violently. Soon it would bust out of his pants if he weren’t careful. 

“I don’t know whether to throw you onto the bed or keep you here, looking pretty and desperate, forever.”

Without removing his fingers, you spoke as clearly as you could manage: “Bowff is gwood.” 

“I figured,” grinned Loki, slowly extracting his fingers, soaked in your saliva. “Perhaps now you’ll return the favor and let me taste that delectable little cunt of yours? I'm still hungry!”

Hope it was ok! LOKI KINK DRABBLE MASTERLIST

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[transalphabf]

Corruption (2000 follower special)

You are an Angel, pure, light, and always bright. It's hard for anything to take you by surprise, for you know All that is The Will of your God.

Which was why the Demon sat across from you at the coffee shop was so... Unusual.

"Um, it is a special pleasure to make your acquantaince, Mr Demonos sir, but why have you decided to sit with me today? Do you perhaps wish for me to Save you?" You asked with a bright, if uncertain smile.

The demon smiled back at you with an inhumanly toothy smile, sharp teeth glinting in the light for a moment before seemingly becoming more human again for a moment.

"Well, angel, I've been watching you for a little while now and I wanted to finally talk to you." He explained.

You blinked, confused now.

"Watching me? Why? I shan't be corrupted by you! You won't make me Fall or tempt me to the path of dismay!" You insisted, brows furrowing.

He seemed to roll his eyes for a long moment, sclera flashing black for a brief moment as the rain rolled against the window with an especially strong gust of wind.

"I have been possessed by you, from the moment I first saw you. I can See your Halo, your wings, your very Aura, and you have transfixed me!" He hissed, almost accusatory if not for the adoring undertone.

You didn't really know what to make of that, but it stirred something deep inside of you. You hadn't come across a Demon that could See your Holy aura, he was unusual in that sense.

You could See his Unholy aura too, the long, black, curved horns that ran along his head, stopping in points just below his ears. His long, pointed ears, and the long whiplike tail that swished to and fro on the floor. To the humans around you, they just saw two men, one blond, the other dark haired, one clean shaven and pretty, the other with a beard and a little scrappy looking.

"I... Am not sure what to make of that, sir. I certainly did not mean to have some affect to you." You apologised, heat rising to your cheeks.

"Come with me to my home so I may See you in your raw glory." He asked, averting his eyes, a similar heat rising in his own cheeks, bashful about your Might. You smiled, and nodded, offering him your hand, which he took in his own warm one.

It was a quick enough journey to his home, which was opulent to almost the point of gaudiness, evidence of his avarice and pride - sins you hoped to teach him to repent of once he saw your Holiness.

You stood in the centre of his living room, and he sat on the chesterfield couch, dark oxblood red leather as he sprawled and looked up at you. You allowed your eyes to close, and your mortal shell dropped, your Holy aura shining through, modern clothing dropping to the angelic robes you were comfortable with, your dappled white and silver wings catching on the light that emanated from your creamy halo.

He fell to his knees before you, staring up adoringly. You smiled at him, and held a hand out to him.

He took it, and then pulled you forward, causing you to stumble closer to him.

And then his head was under your robes, his hands gripping your thighs as he licked over your cunt.

You gasped, the heat of a tongue over your previously untouched genitalia was searing itself to your very core.

He growled quietly, and threw you down onto his couch, his own mortal shell dropping away as his leathery batlike wings spread above you, his long tail coiling around your thigh, the tip rubbing at your clit, causing you to cry out before his lips fell onto yours, his Unholy hands defiling your virginal body.

You couldn't bring yourself to dislike it.

He was everywhere, kissing and biting at your skin, shredding your robes with his clawed hands, and then smoothed his hands over your chest, admiring the smooth skin he found, before he took hold of your thighs, dragging your hips up to his face as he began to feast on your sweet cunt, long tongue pressing deep into you, touching at something that made your toes curl and your hips rocking into his face as he greedily ate you out, his tail dipping down and pressing into your ass, toying with you. You cried out, experiencing your first ever orgasm, light filling the room as you came. He moaned for a long moment, and the horns on his head seemed to become less blackened.

He then pushed your legs up to your chest and his long, inhuman cock pulsed against your cunt and up to your abdomen, promising to fill you so deeply that you didn't know what would happen.

He pressed into you, the feeling so strange, so new, so holy that you couldn't help but moan out as inch after long, agonising inch filled you, heat in your core that you'd never felt before seemed to drag out forever - until he was so deep inside of you that your stomach bulged somewhat.

And then he was moving, one fistful of feathers holding you and your wings in place, the other holding your legs against your chest, his tail toying with your clit, his demonic cock defiling your most sacred cunt.

And it felt so good, each thrust grinding up against everything you never knew you wanted grinding on. You came and came, and he kept fucking you, the pulse of his cock making you go wild - and then his cock changed shape between strokes. Where it had been mostly human shaped, it turned into a ridged tentacle, and each thrust had it pulsing and changing thickness, dragging against your hole and then seemingly giving you reprieve before changing again into being insanely thick, stretching you out.

You screamed as you came, and his batlike wings stopped being so dark and horned, becoming smoother and more supple.

Finally, his cock settled on another shape, with a bulb at the bottom that seemed to inflate and grow as he got closer to his own orgasm - his knot.

And when he knotted you, you could feel his hot demonic cum pour into your sacred, holy womb. He was defiling the most special place with his unworthy cum, but all you could think of was how good he looked being cleansed by your holy aura - and how his defilement of you had brought you from being the holiest of the angels to being more. His cum seemed to pump for minutes into you, distending your womb a little so you already looked pregnant - pregnancy wasn't something you were certain angels could experience, but if you could, he would ensure you did.

And that had you cumming again, around his enormous cock.

#knotting nsft #t4t nsft #angel nsft #angel smut #demon #demon smut #angel #demon nsft #corruption #corruption kink #corruption nsft #shapeshifting #shapeshifter #nsft #smut writing #t4t breeding #tentacle nsft #wings #wing kink #ftm breeding #monster breeding

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! Do y'all have any recs for any aziraphale/crowley wing grooming/preening/massage fics where one of them gets turned on? Preferably without an already established romantic/sexual relationship between them? Thank you!

Hello! Here are some smutty wing kink getting together fics for you...

indelible by greased_lightning_rod (E)

Crowley hiccups. It turns into a burp. “Angel,” he repeats, and if it sounds soppy, well, what do you expect. Crowley is three winds—sheets—anyway he’s shitfaced. It’s not like Aziraphale doesn’t know Crowley’s in love with him. It’s not like it’s a secret. It’s not like Crowley hasn’t lived with the mortification of being known down to the molecule every day for six thousand years. Why is he here again? Oh yes. “I need your help.” * It turns out glitter is miracle-proof and, also, that it itches. Crowley needs some help preening. He gets a bit more than he bargained for.

The Other Wing Grooming by Black_Bentley (E)

Just some wing grooming turned into arguing turned into wing grooming turned into lovemaking

One Good Turn Deserves Another by entanglednow (E)

In which Crowley judges the state of an angel's wings, Aziraphale misbehaves, and both of them get what they want.

rebirth by NaroMoreau (E)

There's something odd happening with Crowley's wings and Aziraphale is desperate to know what.

Trick-or-Truth by Supergeek21 (E)

Aziraphale is spending his first Halloween post-Apocanot the same way he always does, playing festive guardian angel to the party-goers of Soho, until an unexpected trick-or-treater arrives on his doorstep with plans of his own.

First Made Holy, Last Made Sweet by LightningInABottle (E)

Neither of them have a side anymore, so when Crowley extends the offer of his flat for the night, Aziraphale can hardly refuse. Hopefully they'll be able to solve a strange prophecy and work through their own tangled feelings before the sun rises.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #adult omens #wingfic #wing kink #getting together #mod d

[castielfucks]

good morning dean pushes cas's wings together so he can fu

#ck his wings #just woke up w this fresh thought #spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas #dean and cas #spnblr #wing!kink #mdni #cockles

[pregtboy]

wtf is it with so many preg kink blogs getting increasingly right wing and coming out as transphobes. i really do hate some of y'all

#non hornypost #txt #mine #like obviously there's a huge difference between kink posting and real beliefs that should be acknowledged #but it's been blurring lately with some blogs. i don't tolerate actual misogyny transphobia right wing views etc

[mortimerlatrice]

illustration for Glint In The Cloud, by @nyxelestia for the @kinnporschebigbang!

#HAPPY BIG BANG FINALE (FOR ME!!!!!) #PHOENIX PORSCHE #THIS FIC IS LOVELY #fic rec #kpts big bang 2023 #porsche kittisawasd #kinn theerapanyakul #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #art #fanart #WING KINK #mort's unique art tag

[hornystiel]

what if. cas' wings need grooming but he and dean are MAD at each other for some reason or another but he won't turn to sam to do it either and can't do it himself properly so they do it but ANGRILY and despite that dean's touch is still soft (mostly. he tugs at some places making cas leak) and since they've been mad at each other for a while they haven't fucked lately really so this turns out to be a breaking point and dean blows cas on his bed while grabbing his wings and pinning him to the bed and dean's sheets are soaked in cas' oil and they still won't talk after <3

#blame ida for this btw #destiel ficlet #destiel hc #or whatever #destiel #spn #wing kink

[charliexxxsharpe]

Morning 🌞 would you squeeze my squishy body? 😘

#big tiddy gf #chubby #big tiddy problems #huge bewbs #huge cleavage #fat girls #fat #chubby goddess #chub kink #chunky #cute belly #sexy belly #soft tummy #tummy kink #bat wings #halloween #october

[mxwhore]

drew some chicken wings

#sphinx au #tma #jonathan sims #tessart #dedicated to the anonymous wing kink enjoyer mutual of mine #also really into this brush rn

[ineffablyruined]

Jealousy Comes on Swift Wings

My contribution to the Smut War over at @goodomensafterdark!

Rating: Explicit (18+ only please!)

Summary: Crowley's knight-in-shining-armor tendencies get him into a sticky situation.

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The angel stood back from Crowley and twirled his finger in the air, gesturing for Crowley to turn around.  Sighing, Crowley unfolded his wings, nose wrinkling in distaste at the feeling of several of his secondary coverts sticking together.

“Thanks again, angel. Though, I maybe could have done with less laughing.”

It was absolutely silent behind him. He couldn’t even hear the angel drawing in a breath. 

“Uh, Aziraphale?” He questioned, beginning to spin around again to locate the conspicuously quiet angel behind him.  Before he could make even a quarter turn, a hand gripped the top of his wing, ruffling some of his alula feathers and making them itch.

The grip tightened as Aziraphale bit out, “Don’t,” in a voice Crowley only recalled hearing once before in the back room at a magic show. A voice that had him stiffening in his pants immediately.

He opened his mouth to question the angel again, or maybe to make some excuse to leave - surely he could find another way to handle the situation, right? - but Aziraphale just repeated, “Don’t.”

Crowley fell silent as he grew even harder.

He heard a snap behind him, and then felt the warm, soapy water from a sponge stroking into his feathers. With each stroke, Crowley could feel the tension growing between them, but he didn’t understand why. Aziraphale had gone from musical laughter to complete seriousness in the space of a heartbeat.  Each gentle caress of his covert feathers sparked deep in his gut, but the uncertainty of Aziraphale’s mood stopped him from fully enjoying it.

Continue reading on AO3

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Thanks to my fantastic beta support!! As always - I appreciate you all more than I can say, @mrscakeishere, @polychromicron-persei-8, @paperclipninja, @adverbian, and @hakunahistata.

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