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transalphabf · 3 months

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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.

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aziraphales-library · 3 months

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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

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mortimerlatrice · 6 months

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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

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hornystiel · 5 months

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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

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ineffablyruined · 4 months

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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.

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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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sweet-lovr · 26 days

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did you know preening others’s feathers is a mating ritual for some types of of bird?

Imagine a sweet little angel having a hard time reaching behind them to preen their own feathers, so their human friend offers unknowingly to help them with it— the angel accepts their help because if they deny it then they’d have to explain why, and that would be embarrassing, so they decide to just endure. The human proceeds to do their very best to take care of them— gently straightening their feathers, massaging their muscles, combing out the debris, their touch so torturously slow but firm… the angel is losing their mind, stifling moans and gasps, face hot. Their cunt is wet, or their cock is hard, however you like— either way they’re absolutely leaking with arousal after an hour or so. But because their friend is sitting behind them, they just hope that they aren’t able to see just how hot and bothered they’ve gotten. When the preening is finished the angel is desperate to mate, and their human friend finally pays more attention and puts two and two together about how they’re acting. Naturally, seeing that their friend is in need, they take it upon themself to mate with them and relieve that desperation.

#Angel kink #wing kink #monster fucker #nsft concept #Kind of inspired by that other post kind of inspired by old destiel fics I’ve read #queer nsft

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sinningtamer · 11 months

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bird hybrid moment 🥚

#i may be cringe but at least i am free #if u follow my main u knew this was coming eventually LOL #eggpreg #wing kink #eggnancy #preg #belly kink #vnss #wldct #bnnbssqd

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s-h-a-s-e · 5 months

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>:)

#supernatural #sam winchester #castiel #sastiel #samcas #wing kink #does this count as blasphemy?#lol #i made this for me okay? but y'all can look if you want <3

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forestwhore18 · 4 months

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Hey bro, your wings are looking so sick tonight lmao. Yeah, they’re really growing in well. What was that bro? You need help preening the ones in the back? Of course I’ll help you man, that’s what bros do for each other. Whoa… your wingspan is pretty massive dude… You must get crazy high off the ground, right? …Yeah…That’s so fucking sick… No yeah don’t worry, I’m organizing them and making sure they’re all going in the same direction. Yeah man, I got you.

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… Not to be gay but your wings are so beautiful, bro

#angel kin #bird kin #bee speaks #idk I’ve been thinking about preening lately #wings are so fucking sick dude #wing au #wing kink

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jemariel · 8 months

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Falling With Style

By Jemariel

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Words: 15,831

Tags: Wingfic, Dean has angel wings, Human Castiel in the Bunker, domestic fluff, wing grooming, flying lessons, love confessions, Cas has self-worth issues, first kiss/first time together, Profound Bond Gift Exchange: Hot Entity Summer

Written for the Profound Bond gift exchange for @eyesandwingsonlyafterdark !! I hope you enjoy 💙💚💖

Summary: Dean's facing a long summer cooped up in the bunker with nothing but his own brand new eight-foot angel wings for company. And Cas, of course. But the former angel is acting super weird about this whole thing, and Dean can't figure out why. He could sure use some help from the expert, though.

(In which Dean learns to fly, and Cas remembers what it's like.)

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On this particular Thursday, Dean finds Cas in the library. Deep in the stacks, in a section that mostly contains books on angel lore, as far as Dean knows. He’s got an armload already and is peering with great concentration at the cobwebby shelves.

Jackpot.

Dean sidles closer, winching his wings in tight as they’ll go so they don’t knock anything off the shelves (again). Be a shame to give away the game.

Closer… closer… years of practice keep his feet and breathing quiet until he can count the hairs on the back of Cas’s neck. And then, just as Cas is juggling his books from one arm to the other—

“Whatcha lookin’ for?”

Cas jumps about a half a mile, and a dozen moth-eaten volumes go tumbling to the floor. Sam’s gonna kill him.

Worth it.

“Dean—” Cas exhales, a hand on his chest and murder in the set of his jaw. “What the hell are you doing?”

Dean grins and relaxes his wings a touch. “Just having a little fun,” he says, tongue between his teeth. For some reason, getting a rise out of Cas always gets him giddy. It’s like champagne bubbles under his skin, and ever since he sprouted these feathery intruders, that’s where he feels it the strongest. It’s like all the feathers are standing on end. It’s happened before. Like the time he pretended not to know or care about the Library of Alexandria for an entire hour, and Cas had gone on a righteously livid rant that left him flushed and sweaty. There’d been a chalkboard involved. Or the time Cas had wandered into the kitchen all pre-coffee grumpy in nothing but sweatpants while Dean was making eggs. That hadn’t exactly been Dean getting a rise out of him, but it gave him the goosebumps all the same.

Dean had chosen not to analyze it too closely.

With a glare in Dean’s direction, Cas crouches down to pick up the books, ruddy around the ears. It’s then—looking down at Cas’s head just below waist level—that Dean realizes just how close he’d positioned himself. His wings tingle harder, and his stomach does this funny little twist as he shuffles back to a more respectable distance. Suddenly, he has to swallow a whole mouthful of saliva and clear his throat before he can speak.

“Seriously, what are you doing back here?” he asks. Totally neutral. Completely normal.

Rising to his feet, Cas hands over one of the books. The spine looks like it’s decided to make a break for it, hanging on by a few bare horsehair threads. Dean actually feels bad for a minute before he reads the title.

“Alchemical Properties of Angelic Minutia? Sounds grim.”

Cas nods, still averting his gaze, fingering the dusty pages of a slim, gilt-edged volume. “I was hoping to uncover a solution to your… predicament.”

“Gabe said it would wear off on its own, right?”

One of Cas’s eyebrows climbs toward his hairline. “And you trust him?”

Dean snorts, handing the book back. “Not even half as far as I can throw him, but why would he lie about that?”

“I can think of a dozen reasons. But even assuming there is truth in that, why shouldn’t we try to”—he gestures vaguely with his laden arms—“encourage the process?”

Dean considers, crossing his arms as he leans against a bookshelf. The edge of the shelf digs into his bare bicep, and he shudders to think what kind of dust his feathers are picking up. “It’s not so bad,” he says. “Kinda grateful for the vacation.”

Cas squints at him in flat disbelief. “Dean, you have put up a protest every time Sam has left on a hunt for the last two months.”

“Yeah, well.” How does he explain this? “Netflix ain’t gonna binge itself, right? C’mon. I’ll make some popcorn.”

Cas nods vaguely as Dean slaps him on the shoulder and turns to escape the library. “Give me a moment to… reshelve these, I suppose.”

“That’s the spirit.”

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#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel wing fic #wing kink #human castiel #profoundnet #profound bond gift exchange round 10: hot entity summer

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smolbean7 · 16 days

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WIP :))

#supernatural #spn #castiel #dean winchester #artists on tumblr #destiel #misha collins #also cas is gay #angel of the lord #angel wings #wing kink?#wing kink

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imagininghim · 9 months

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A very broken Hallelujah

A/N: I've recently been listening to the song Hallelujah and I can't get this imagine out of my head, I hope you enjoy!

There is not enough Lucifer imagines and smut out there so please request away, or write some because your girl is in desperate need!

Blurb: You're on a hunt for a demon with the Winchesters, Castiel and a certain little devil at a lounge. The boys ask you to pose as a lounge singer to attract the attention of the demon but little do you know, that's not the only attention you catch.

Pairing: Lucifer x Female!Reader

Trigger warnings: not a one, just some sweet and fluffy devil loving.

"You want me to do what?" I questioned as I stared blankly at the two boys from the backseat of the impala.

"You know, just sing a song or two while Sam and I hunt for the black eyed bastard." Dean said with a smile. "It won't be that bad, I've heard you sing in the shower before. You're great!" Before I could argue Sam spoke up.

"What Dean is trying to say is, we just need you to distract the crowd while we search for him, as soon as we find him, we'll signal for you and we can leave." Sam said with hope in his voice.

"Why can't we just send Lucifer to find the demon, I'm sure he already knows where he is." I said sending a glance across the seat at the former archangel.

"We can't trust him enough to actually help, which is why Cas is going to sit in the crowd with him and keep an eye on you and him while we hunt." Sam responded simply, I let out a sigh knowing there was no way I was gonna win this argument.

"Fine, but you both owe me." I said with a huff.

"Deal."

We drove the rest of the way to the lounge in silence, every now and then I could feel a set of eyes trailing over me, I looked over at Cas who was sitting next to me, focusing on the road ahead and then at Lucifer who was simply staring out the window. I shrugged it off, thinking it was a coincidence and turned back to the window.

Once we arrived, we all shuffled out of the car. Sam and Dean, came prepared already dressed in suits while Cas and Lucifer wore their normal attire.

"(Y/N), I packed you a bag with a dress and some heels." Sam began, handing me over the duffel bag. "They have a dressing room you can get ready in, you'll be on in fifteen minutes, so you better get going." I nodded before sending a glare at Dean and making my way into the lounge.

After I got dressed and freshened up, the makeup I had already been wearing, I heard the stage manger call my name. Taking in a deep breath, I made my up the stairs and onto the stage.

As I over looked the crowd, I locked eyes with a pair of light blue ones. For a moment, it looked like they flashed red but I just shrugged it off as being nothing.

Walking to the mic, silence fell amongst the crowd as a piano began with a familiar tune. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, beginning to sing.

"Now I've heard there was a secret chord, that David played, and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor falls, the major lifts, the baffled king composing Hallelujah" I reopened my eyes to only find them staring back into Lucifer's. I continued to stare as I sung, feeling as if it was just the two of us in the room.

"Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you, she tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, and she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah." As the song continued, Lucifer and I never once broke eye contact, he began leaning forward and placing his elbows as I sang. Looking as if he was locked into some sort of trance.

"Maybe I have been here before, I know this room I, I've walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you, I've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah." I closed my eyes as the song went on as an image appeared in my thoughts.

It was all pitch black but the faint sound of the piano played on, I looked around as I heard footsteps approaching.

"Care to dance." I turned around to see Lucifer standing in an all black suit, with his hand held out to me. I glanced his hand and then back at his eyes, which were now illuminating a bright red. I placed my hand in his and nodded. Taking ahold of me, he slid his hand around my waist and pulled me close.

"There was a time you let me know, what's real and going on below, but now you never show it to me, do you? And remember when I moved in you? The holy dark was moving, too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah"

We continued to dance, holding on to one another while staring deeply into each other's eyes. It wasn't until I heard what sounded like the flapping of wings, that I took notice. Outstretched behind Lucifer was his wings, they were black and battered but they were still breathtaking.

"Can I touch them?" I questioned as I stopped dancing, and continued to stare in awe of his wings.

"You can see them?" Lucifer questioned in slight shock.

"Yes and they're beautiful." I reached out my hand before glancing at him, he nodded in response and ran my fingers through the soft silkiness of his feathers, he let out a soft moan as I continued.

"You know, they say only your soulmate can see your wings. The person you're destined to be with." Lucifer said softly as I turned to look at him.

"Maybe there's a god above, and all I ever learned from love, was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you, and it's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah." The song finished up, and I reopened my eyes as the crowd erupted in clapping and cheering. Breaking the eye contact from Lucifer, I noticed Sam signalling me that they had finished the hunt. I took a small bow and made my way off the stage.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in once I reached the dressing room, I glanced up in the mirror to see Lucifer standing behind me.

"You sang beautifully." He said simply. I turned around to only take in notice of his wings in person.

"Yo-your wings." I stuttered dumbfounded that I could actually see them.

"It's you, (Y/N)." He began coming towards me, cupping my cheek in his hand.

"It's always been you."

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pufferfishstories · 1 year

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Knives and Feathers.

FANTASY HAWKS AU

Y’all don’t mind me just living out my ballroom, enemies to lovers with the one and only bird boy.

Hawks x FemReader

SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: knives, smut, or@l (reader receiving), d0m hawks,

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Your corseted gown clung tightly to your skin accenting your curves perfectly. You had watched yourself in the mirror as maids fussed over your hair and make up. You sat quietly, making sure to keep an expression of Naive awe on your face.

You were playing the part of an innocent farm girl afterall. Poor helpless little orphan girl, a victim of ongoing war. Although the orphan part was definitely true, helpless was quite the opposite of who you were.

You’d been at the palace for 8 months now, playing the part of the helpless damsel King Touya had saved on one of his royal escapades.

Little did his majesty know you were here on strict business, business that definitely depended on his swift death. A death that would be delivered at the close of tonight’s ball.

“You’re all ready Miss Y/N” a soft voice came from the maid as she stepped back to observe you smiling. “You look very beautiful my lady, no one will be able to take their eyes off of you!” she spoke giving your shoulder a squeeze of reassurance.

You should have felt bad, this woman had cared for you since you had arrived, but you were too busy bubbling with excitement. Tonight was the night you finally killed the King. Giving your country the upper hand in the war.

You meekly smiled at the woman thanking her, before curtsying awkwardly and making your way towards the ballroom.

Your dress flowed behind you as you walked, deep crimson silk wrapping around your body, with a high slit riding up your left leg. The corset layered with undetectable blades, another dagger strapped to your right thigh, hidden in the folds of material.

You quickly pushed the poisoned hair pin into the folds of hair masterfully pulled together by the maid. And finally your look was completed with the necklace you had worn everyday since arriving, a necklace with a tiny vial of poison concealed within it, it’s purpose to kill instantly should the wearer be caught...

You pushed aside the thought. You were going to succeed. You practically had the King wrapped around your finger, over the time you had been here he had taken every opportunity to spend time with you.

And you had made sure to blush and giggle at all the right times. To gently brush your hand against his at all the right times.

And sure enough, as you shyly entered the ball room, there King Touya was standing next to his father and his eyes drinking the sight of you in.

You smiled softly at him.

Your plan tonight was simple. Wait for everyone to be drunk enough that you could draw the Prince away without anyone batting an eye.

For now your job was to keep the Prince’s attention on you. Carefully you began to make your way across the ballroom, flashing shy smiles towards the Prince the entire time.

Just as you were mere metres away from him a deep smooth voice came from behind you

“My my aren’t you an eager little thing”

You held back the need to groan in irritation, spinning around tentatively your eyes met a pair of intelligent golden ones staring down at you.

His large red wings were folded neatly behind his back, he wore a loose black shirt revealing too much of his muscled chest, tucked into his black dress pants.

Hawks pushed a hand through his hair as he looked at you expectantly.

The real you wanted to tell him to fuck right off and let you do your job, but you weren’t playing the real you, so instead you said

“I- what do you mean... Lord Hawks?”

You stumbled over your words, quickly putting on your perfected mask of innocence.

He seemed to be somewhat annoyed by your change in manner, as if he had noticed the brief flash of annoyance cross your features.

“I think you know exactly what I mean” he spoke the words as if they had a double meaning.

He concerned you, he was different to everyone else here. More alert, untrusting. He had never quite let you get any information from him in the time you have been here. It was as if he was simply waiting for you to show your true colours.

Everytime you had the opportunity to get close enough to the King he would appear just in time to save the day.

He wouldn’t break. But neither would you.

And tonight would be different.

Tonight everything would line up. Hawks was the official right hand to the King, which would be concerning except for the fact that it meant he was to be leaving early from the celebration in order to attend to a royal meeting in His Majesties stead.

It was perfect. Once the too well spoken bird man was gone, you were free to do what needed to be done.

“I- was just going to thank His Majesty for the invitation to attend tonight’s event, I- I’ve never been to something like this” you spoke gingerly, while simultaneously cursing his existence in your mind.

Hawks seemed to think about your answer for a moment, finally he spoke

“Well then you’ve got me to thank darling, it was I who invited you”

Taken aback for a second you stared at him suspiciously, your mind whirred thinking through possible reasons for his invitation

“You should know that when you think too hard you drop your little farm girl act” He spoke pointedly, the smirk returning to his roguish features.

Before you could respond your waist was pulled against his.

“Dance with me will you farm girl” which was hardly a question as he began to pull you more than guide you in a waltz.

“You see you’re very hard to read, Y/N if that’s even your name. So tell me, why are you here?” Hawks had leaned in close to your ear, to anyone else it would simply look like the pair of you were engaged in a relatively scandalous rendition of a dance.

But you were feeling a snake of dread unfurling in the pit of your stomach. You knew he was suspicious of you, but he said himself he couldn’t read you. Maybe you could still manipulate his suspicions.

“Maybe I am just after protection, and believe what you want, but I really am just an ordinary farm girl” you spoke quickly.

“Hm a rather pathetic lie, but I respect it” he responded coolly.

As the sultry music changed in tempo Hawks pushed his hand against your back, his fingers digging into where one of the blades were placed against the boning of your dress.

You almost whimpered at the uncomfortable pain now digging into your back. But you weren’t going to back down. You met his eyes, “accidentally” tugging on some of his feathers as he spun you gracefully away from him.

You heard his breath catch, and his confident collected front falter for a second. Happy with yourself for causing him a bit of pain, you continued dancing, pressing your body against his. To your surprise he seemed to have dropped the conversation.

Finally, at the close of the song he bowed low, but not before taking your hand and speaking in a low tone “If I find out you’re intent on anything other than getting in His Majesties pants for his money. I will make you wish you were dead”

“My lady” he smirked before turning sharply on his heel and walking away. Leaving you there to gawk at him.

Recollecting your thoughts, you decided that it didn’t matter what he did to you after you’d found the king, so long as the King died. You knew this mission was suicide. And being killed by the hot bird man might not be the worst way to go. Taking a quick breath you finally made your way towards the King.

You spent the rest of the night *pretending* to drink goblets of wine. Giggling loudly at the Touya’s jokes, drunkenly leaning your head on his shoulder.

Finally, the time of the night arrived where everyone seemed to be swaying. The music slightly out of tune, everyone danced and laughed spilling their drinks and kissing strangers.

It was time. The bird was nowhere to be seen, you had watched him leave hours ago.

You quickly started to stand up, consciously wobbling your legs and leaning on the King.

“Oh I better get to bed” you hiccuped

Laughing softly King Touya gently grabbed your hand

“I will have someone help you to your room” he said kindly

“Noooooo, I want youuuu” you protested, wrapping your arm around his

You knew he couldn’t afford to be seen leaving with a woman, especially not one of such a low status. But you also knew he wouldn’t refuse you. And so he did exactly what you wanted him to.

“Okay Y/N you know the drill. Go wait outside and I will meet up with you shortly to escort you to your room" he whispered to you

You did know this, the pair of you had done it many times.

Nodding happily you had wandered outside. Your heart pounding with how close you were to success.

Typically, the King would follow you after around 10 minutes or so. And so you melted back into the shadows on the corridor behind the ballroom.

You stood there for what felt like forever when you heard footsteps on the cobblestoned floor. Just as you were about to come out from the corner a strong hand covered your mouth and pushed you up against the wall.

Almost instinctively you reach up and pull out your poisoned hair blade. Only for your wrist to be caught and crushed up against the wall.

“Interesting, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you” the smooth voice evenly assessed.

Panicked you look up once again meeting the eyes of the winged Lord. It was Hawks. His eyes now trained on the miniature blade in your hand.

Cursing to yourself you tried to shrink back, and look scared, anything to scramble your character back together.

You felt his hand trail up your thigh, stopping at the blade secured there. Quickly pulling the blade from you he held it up to your neck.

“You know little bird, these are some pretty intense blades for a little farm girl”. He had now removed his hand from your mouth, keeping the cold silvered blade pressing against your neck, and his other arm still pinning your wrist above your head.

“Let me go.” You spoke dangerously. Barely breathing against the blade. Your wrist pulsing with pain.

“See I would if you were the little farm girl you pretend to be, but unfortunately my little sneaky bird. You’re not”

He smiled and tightened his grip on your wrist, causing you to gasp and drop the poisoned blade.

“Now you’re going to be a good girl, be quiet and do what I say”.

He pushed you into the nearest room closing the door quickly behind you. Your knife not wavering from your neck.

Finally you were returned to your position against a wall. Hawks’ body pressed right against yours.

“So, are you going to tell me who you really are little bird?” He spoke sharply into your ear.

You only glare at him in response.

“Hm well, that is unfortunate” he mused inspecting you

“You know I could kill you” He spoke finally,

Panicking you almost blindly reach out grabbing onto his wing. Suddenly his breathing shifts. His normal collected demeanour changes to a dark unpredictable aura circling around him.

His eyes darken as he releases a breath.

“You shouldn’t have done that” he spoke darkly

Suddenly the blade was discarded and his hand was around your neck.

Finally looking at his face you see he’s flushed, his chest rising up and down, breathing hard. You suddenly realise your hand is still entangled within his feathers, almost unintentionally you trail your fingers down his feathers, almost entranced by them. You’d always wanted to touch his wings. But never truly dared.

His breathing caught again, as he watched your hand.

“Are you trying to make me fuck you little bird?” He spat out pressing his body even closer to you now.

Taken aback it suddenly all makes sense. His reaction to you touching his wings. Now you can see a way out of this, and a way you’re certainly not complaining about.

Smiling you raise your other hand, entangling it within his feathers carefully massaging your fingers through his roots. His eyes fluttered for a second. Before smashing his lips against yours.

You moan, welcoming his tongue against your own, he lifts you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.

His lips move down your neck, planting kisses and bites along your neck. He keeps moving downwards kissing and biting along your exposed collarbone.

“Do tell me little bird of mine, why are you still wearing this” He spoke glaring at your corset

“A knife in the seam of my dress” you panted out breathlessly, your body pulsing

“Ah aren’t you just a clever little assassin” He breathed smirking, whilst feeling for your blade, after finding it he quickly sliced up the middle of your dress, exposing your now bare chest. “I hate you” you whispered breathily.

“Doubtful” he responded, then without giving you so much as a second to think his mouth was on you, sucking, kissing and biting causing you to let out small gasps and moans at his torture.

His hands slowly trail their way down your body, before his hand makes its way into your lace undergarments. He begins to run slow circles on your most sensitive spot, letting out a quiet growl of pleasure as you let out another moan.

“Shit” you think to yourself, “so much for getting myself out of this”.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Hawks abruptly pulls you away from the wall, lifting and almost throwing you on the bed, eyes widening you watch him stalk towards you, like some sort of crazed predator. You’ve half the mind to reach for one of your daggers only to remember it lay on the cold stone ground now meters away from you.

“You have no idea what seeing the real side of you does to me” he spoke breathily, his muscled chest rising and falling now almost completely exposed after your pulling at his lose shirt. As you watched him through your lashes you felt a pulse of heat radiating in the pit of your stomach and your sex.

Without warning he knelt in front of you, spreading your legs apart before getting your panties in his mouth and pulling them down leaving you completely exposed. You knew you were getting wetter by the second. Suddenly his mouth was on you, devouring and teasing you, his tongue worked it’s way around your clit, Hawks pushed a finger in you and then another, eliciting multiple unholy noises from your mouth. Finally when you felt an explosion building up inside of you from the torture he stopped.

Almost whimpering from the sudden loss of ecstasy your eyes snapped open to find him, embarrassingly your hips tried to follow his hands.

Chuckling darkly he spoke again.

“You know little farmer girl, I want the king dead too”

Now this was the last thing you’d expected to hear. Shocked you look up meeting his now lust filled eyes.

“He’s a villain to my country” Hawks continued matter of factly.

You stayed quiet waiting for him to elaborate.

“So you’re going to have to be a good girl and be patient, I’m afraid I can’t have you killing him before I’m ready”

Still breathing heavily from his treatment you tried to process what he was saying.

“So” he spoke, “in exchange for you holding off killing him, I promise to keep you” he knelt again, lazily rubbing circles into your clit again “very entertained” his voice dripped like honey, and your eyes were rolling back as the fire built up inside you again.

“So Y/N do we have a deal?” He spoke as you continued to moan.

“Yes” you finally said “oh god yes” as your orgasm finally reached you.

Chuckling darkly his wings unfurled stretching far beyond the length of the bed frame, he finally replied

“Good.”

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