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gococogo · 1 year

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Day 10: Priest/Demon

Kinktober 2023 masterlist will be after October

「Synopsis 」 : Castiel is a priest that has a bad habit of calling upon a certain incubus. It's becoming a pattern that it has the demon, Dean questioning what Cas does outside of the church. But the priest doesn't like sharing is outside life.

「Word count」 : 4.4K

-> Genre: Supernatural Smut

Paring: Demon!Dean Winchester and Priest!Castiel

[Warnings] :Smut/Degrading/hints of dubcon/Demon!Dean/Priest!Cas/Top!Dean/Bottom!Cas/Anal/Choking/Tongue Fucking/Man Handling/Size Kink/Biting/Sadism/Masochism/Blood/nsfw/READ WITH A HINT OF SALT

The symbols are a mess and the chalk breaks in half for the third time. Castiel breathes frantically as he draws the insignias in the circle. He needs to make this deal. It’s the only way to help him. He’s the only one in the church but hopefully not for long. Only the candles and lanterns are lit in the church to give light since the waxing moon outside isn’t giving much tonight.

Castiel is just glad this ritual doesn’t need any specific moon phase or a certain hour of the night or a certain person to do it. Because he knows for a sure that a priest like himself wouldn’t be able to make a lot of rituals for where he stands in the church. For this ritual though, anyone can do it because the demon will take any soul. They don’t care, they don’t meet any requirements to give out your wish, just your soul.

Now see, Castiel has worked his way around this. Never in the demon’s word do they say that they need your soul. Castiel still has the entirety of his soul intact and will keep it like this. He would like to go to heaven when he dies and not some demon’s pet. He knows what lies beyond. But would he ascend for the stuff he has done? Or would he be damned where all the demons and the devil lies in wait. They must find this one big joke, a priest dealing with them more than once.

He finally stands up and looks over his work. He walks over to one of the church chairs and picks up the small jar that has a small soul flittering around inside. Somewhat like a firefly. One would think that souls would be bigger and yes, they do pack a large amount of energy. The source itself is quite small. Doesn’t take much for a demon to go feral over.

Castiel places the jar in the middle of the circle and steps backwards until he’s out of it. He’s careful where he steps, not wanting to smudge the chalk. He begins speaking an old, forgotten language only known to living demons now. The chalk begins to glow a red, crackling and sparking like live wiring. The soul begins to frantically bump around in the jar. It knows what’s going on.

A hand reaches out from under the jar and grabs it, black fingers wrapping around it and dragging it into the ground. A chuckle comes from the spot in the circle and Castiel doesn’t let it sway him from his words. He keeps speaking, reciting the lines to allow the demon to cross over. The chalk bursts into flames and Castiel has to step back to not get burnt. The flames all lean and flicker towards the centre of the circle and the priest just hopes that no one calls the fire department. He’s had it done to him once before and it was an embarrassing thing that had happened.

Suddenly, in the centre of the flames rises the demon. The fire licks his structured body but it does not burn him. His light brown hair is short to his head and he doesn’t wear much. As the fire slowly dies down. Castiel is able to see the old scars that line the demon’s body. He’s finally able to stop his reciting and let the ritual finish itself. Let it stabilize so the demon can leave the circle without harm.

Pitch black eyes stare at the priest before they flicker over to more human eyes that are always the same sage green. A smirk comes across his face as he sees who has called upon him. He has dealt with this priest multiple times. He stopped asking a while ago where and how he got his souls. The priest said it was a secret, so the demon never pushed.

“Cas!” The demon calls out. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Dean,” the priest keeps it short.

Dean is a demon that makes deal. But he isn’t any type of crossroads or bargaining demon. He’s an incubus. One that makes deals for a soul. The deal made with something more than blood or a signature. And for some reason, Dean always finds himself in front of this particular priest.

“What do you need tonight?” Dean asks as he places his hands on his hips.

“I need you to erase all evidence of me in the police records,” the priest says with a little haste.

Dean raises his eyebrow at that and begins walking closer Cas. His thin tail flicks from behind him. It’s a cliché demon tail with an arrow like tip on the end. It’s a charcoal black, like the line that runs from his neck down the centre of his back to the tail.

“Oh, so someone has been a naughty boy again?” Dean tsks and lightly pinches Castiel’s chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “What do you do outside of being this priest?”

Castiel looks up Dean’s up and meets his eyes. “That’s for me to know,” he says a little too confidently that lean towards cocky.

That leads to the incubus to raise an eyebrow. “The answer is always the same, Cas. When will I get to know you?” He asks.

“Never,” the priest says bluntly. “This is strictly business.”

Dean doesn’t believe that. He looks the priest up and down, waiting for the punch line. There is none. He sighs and turns around, facing his back to Cas and he lets his tail feel up the priest from the crotch to his chin, flicking him on the nose. The priest stiffens up, blushing bright but never taking his eyes off the demon in front of him.

“If this is strictly business, then you could make this deal with any other incubus. But…” Dean says as he turns back around to the priest, “you always ask for me. I think this is a little more than business, Cas. Don’t you think?”

Dean gets real close to the priest now and sees the reddens that flushes his cheeks. It’s cute. Castiel looks away but it’s very hard when he is nose to nose with a demon. But the look is all Dean needs to tell him everything.

“So, you want me to get rid of all evidence of you in any of the laws hands?” Dean asks, his lips inches away from Castiel’s.

The priest looks back to Dean from under hooded eyes. He slowly brings his hands up to grab onto the demon’s arms. He’s warm. Almost burning to the touch.

“Yes,” Castiel breathes.

The demon’s hands come up Cas’s sides, sending a chill down his back. If Cas has to be honest, he would say he isn’t the best priest in town. All because the seal in the deal is something he always looks forward to. Or dealing with a literal demon would make him the worst priest. That would be a starter.

Dean backs Cas up with a hand on his chest until his calves hit the front pew chair. With a shove, Cas is pushed down onto the bench with a grunt. All without taking his eyes off the demon. Dean looks down at the priest with a sly grin, showing his fangs off.

“Someone has definitely been a bad boy then,” Dean chuckles lightly to himself.

The name goes straight to Cas’s crotch and he can’t help it. Outside of this Castiel wouldn’t let a single soul know what his true desires are. Not even when he has another in bed, he’s the one in charge. He has to be otherwise he won’t enjoy it. But then there’s Dean. A literal demon that has the priest’s knees turn to jelly every time he summons him.

“Come on,” Cas bites back.

Dean tsks at him with his brows furrowed. “No no, tonight isn’t going to go how you like, dearie. Tonight I want some answers from you if you like it or not,” the demon says playfully.

“What?” Is all Castiel is able to get out before Dean grabs him by the front of his shirt and lifts him up. He swings him around and pushes the priest back into the ritual circle. Castiel trips over his own feet and lands heavily on the floor with a grunt. His ass hurts now and he feels like he’s sprained his right wrist.

This is not what Castiel was expecting tonight. He needs his name wiped now otherwise police are going to be here by morning. He goes to stand up but Dean presses a foot to his throat and the back of his head hits the floor. Castiel grabs onto his leg and tries to lift it off of him but the demon doesn’t budge.

“Get off me,” the priest wheezes out through his teeth.

Dean only shakes his head, “I will when you tell me what kind of person you are. Every time I leave when we have one of our one night stands you always leave me with questions. Where you get your souls so you can keep your own and,” he bends down so he’s still pressing on Castiel’s neck but he can get right into his face, “why you seem to be on the run from the police every time we meet.”

Castiel tries to speak but his windpipe is currently being crushed so his words come out as little rasps and grunts. He hits the demon’s leg but yet again, Dean doesn’t budge. He can’t breathe properly and the grip he has on the demon’s leg starts to slip. Black dots start to come to his vision.

Dean all but watches as Castiel’s face becomes red. Before the priest blacks out, he takes the pressure off of his neck. Castiel takes a large inhale in, gripping on his leg tightly. He breathes deeply, getting air back into his lungs. His chest burns and he coughs and splutters.

“What the fuck!” Castiel snaps, his voice hoarse.

“I’m curious is all,” Dean replies.

The priest sighs a, “Fine.”

Dean doesn’t move from his spot, knowing damn well that this priest is going to do something if he lets up. He can see it in the dark blue eyes of his that he wants to buck and claw. As much as Dean wants to continue this deal his curiosity has gotten the best of him. This priest isn’t the goody two shoe he makes himself out to be.

“I punish the sinners of my church,” Castiel confesses.

It almost feels like he’s one of his victims in his confessing booth. Dean has heard of priests like this. He never thought that Castiel would be one of them. But now thinking about it he should have seen it coming.

“So, they confess to you their bad shit. You see it as a sin that can’t be forgiven and take it into your own hands, hmm?” Dean sums it out. “Am I right?”

Castiel stares up at him. “I’m committing an act of service for my lord.”

Dean rolls his eyes and takes his foot off the priest’s neck only to press it down onto Castiel’s crotch. He doesn’t step down hard but it’s enough for it to sting and Castiel to hiss. His hands come to grab at Dean again but he stops himself, balling his hands into fists and holding himself tense.

“I never took you for one of those priests,” Dean says with a smirk.

Cas looks up at him, trying to hold himself together but he pants lightly and a sheen of sweat is starting to form on his forehead. He’s hard and he knows Dean can feel it. He’s enjoying this rough housing a little too much for his own liking.

“I’m filled with surprises,” Castiel breathes out. “Now are we going to continue this deal?” He asks a little urgently.

Dean purses his lips and thinks for a moment. It would be a waste not to. He takes his foot off of the priest and takes a step back. The priest already looks a mess and he hasn’t even done anything to him yet. His hair a mess and his shirt sticking to him from the sweat.

“Take your clothes off,” Dean orders down to him.

All while looking up at the demon through his lashes, Castiel hooks his finger into his white collar and takes it off without hesitation. Without it, he looks like an average man in all black. He begins unbuttoning his shirt to reveal an average build. He isn’t built or anything but he’s got a v line that accents his hipbones. After chucking the shirt aside, Dean watches with hungry eyes as the priest begins shuffling off his dress pants. He shucks off his shoes and then he’s able to get his pants off properly.

Castiel is hard and his dick sits between his legs with an eagerness. He lays back on his elbows in the centre of the ritual, waiting for the incubus to make a move. Dean soaks up the sight a little longer before sinking down to Castiel on his hands and knees.

“You’re sloppy at your job. That’s why you’re always coming back here to get me to cover your ass,” Dean smirks into his lightly said words.

The priest’s face screws up. “Even though I told you about what I do doesn’t mean you need to bring it up,” he snaps.

Dean chuckles. “Oh, but I’ve learned something new about my favourite customer,” he smiles as he ventures down Castiel’s body, trailing his fingers down his belly. “It makes you all that much interesting.”

Castiel doesn’t comment on that as he’s too concentrated on the incubus hovering over his dick. But that’s all Dean does, he hovers. He doesn’t touch it or spit on it. He instead grabs the back of Castiel’s thighs and lifts his ass up into the air. It takes him by surprise and he has to plant his back fully on the ground so he’s not folded awkwardly in half and it doesn’t hurt his back.

“You know,” Dean says without taking his eyes off Cas’s ass. It makes the priest feel exposed and he knows the demon is going to talk more about this new found information he just found out. “Knowing you’re not this goody two shoes makes me like you more. I love me a bad boy,” he says.

Before Cas can reply he’s stopped by the sight of a long tongue flicking out of Dean’s mouth. Without a warning, he licks a long hot strip along the priest’s ass. He flinches at how hot and wet it is. The second long lick is a little less surprising than the last but it still has Castiel holding his breath the entire way. Then, Dean dives his tongue into his ass. It draws a shuddering breath out of Cas at the foreign feeling.

They’ve never done anything like this. He didn’t even know that Dean’s tongue could get so long. And it feels like it just keeps going and going as it thrusts into his ass. Dean licks and brings his tongue out to only go in a little bit further than before. It’s hot and wet and thick and Cas quickly finds that he really likes this. His dick is hard and twitch at every new sensation the demon is bringing to him. Dean grips onto his thighs tighter as he buries his nose into the priest’s balls to get that little further into him. He draws back, breathing in deeply before going back in.

Cas can’t help the whine the comes back him. He tries to hold onto something but there’s nothing around him but the ground he can claw at. He finds his eyes drifting up to the ceiling and he gets lost in the hot pleasure that Dean is giving him.

Dean pushes Castiel’s thighs more so that his knees are beside his face. The tongue is pulled all the way out and the priest releases a short exhales at the sudden loss of feeling full. Dean licks a long strip from his ass to his balls to his sensitive dick. A shiver runs down Castiel’s spine. The priest locks his hands behind his knees so that he has something to grab onto as Dean runs another hot strip from ass to dick. The tongue is shoved deep into Castiel’s ass once more making him flinch. He tongues his ass for a little longer, making sure the priest is ready and a panting mess. All Castiel can do is watch as the tongue disappears into him, feeling himself become hot from the wet appendage. He feels full now, but he knows how big Dean is. He knows what Dean is doing right now. The demon normally prepares him with just fingers and a little time. But Dean seems desperate to get him ready for his cock.

When the incubus is satisfied, he pulls his tongue out with a saliva string connecting them. Dean lets go of his thighs but Castiel holds onto his own legs. The demon removes his garments, chucking them to the side. He looks back down at the sight in front of him and can’t help but stare. Castiel is all his. He’s beautiful. Ready for him.

Dean lowers himself over the priest and presses his hip against Castiel’s ass. Castiel lets go of his legs and wraps them around the demon’s waist as he comes face to face Dean. Green eyes stare at plush lips. Dean wants to kiss him but he resists for a moment.

“Do you collect these souls to see me?” Dean asks with a smirk.

Castiel can’t help his face become redder than it is and he wants to looks away. Anywhere but the demon but he can’t look away. He can’t bring himself to.

“What if I do?” The priest asks with his own cockiness.

Dean pulls away slightly, his smile growing and fangs showing. “I’d be flattered,” he chuckles deeply. “But like I said, you’ve been a bad priest. You haven’t been following the acts of your lord, dear Cas. Someone has to punish you for the sins you’ve committed.”

The thought of punishment should waver this moment but it only makes the priest curious and interested. His eagerness must be readable because it brings another smirk to Dean’s face. He grabs onto Castiel’s waist and lines himself up. His cock is thicker than his tongue and Castiel knows from experience that it’s longer as well. And it does take a bit getting use to.

Pushing the head to Castiel’s hole, the priest’s breathing quickens. Dean takes notice but he doesn’t care as he pushes in rather quickly. The feeling is very different to the soft wet tongue. The sting doesn’t hurt, he’s felt far worse but it’s uncomfortable. Yet it grounding. He likes the sting. He likes the fullness that comes with every bit of himself that Dean pushes in. He thrusts in a little bit and comes out all the way only to come back down a little bit further.

Castiel finds himself whining with each thrust forward. He can’t help the noises that are forces from his throat. Dean concentrates on getting all of him into the priest, holding Castiel’s hips so tight that there’s going to be bruises there tomorrow. Castiel quickly gets lost in the pain that slowly brews in his gut, holding onto Dean’s shoulders for support.

There’s an inch that Dean can’t fit in and it frustrates him. He changes his angle slightly, moving forward so he can put his hands on the floor near Castiel’s head. With pushing forward he lifts Castiel’s hips into the air again so he can drive straight down into his ass. He pulls out and slams his hips down, pushing his entire length into the priest. Castiel feels like he’s just had the wind knocked out of him. His mouth is wide open and only a silent groan is heard as he exhales. He shakily inhales in, closing his eyes tightly at the painful throb emitting in his gut. Now, it’s getting a little much.

Dean stays still for a moment. Feeling Castiel clench around him. Feeling his warmth and listening to him squirm brings a sadistic feeling to him. His hands slithers around the priest’s throat and he holds it there, looking at those pretty blues staring back waiting for his next move. Then he starts squeezing.

Castiel grabs on his arms but doesn’t pull him away or tell him to stop. His face turns up into a grimace but that’s the only indication that Dean gets that he’s uncomfortable. Either Castiel trusts Dean not to snap his neck right now or he’s stupid. Either way it’s both. Dean squeezes a little harder as he pulls his dick out halfway. He watches the priest’s pained expression as he slams back in. Castiel breathes out of his mouth raggedly, a moan cut short as he isn’t getting enough air into his lungs.

Dean quickens his pace, slamming his dick down into the priest with determination. Castiel wheezes with each thrust but it’s getting very hard to breath as Dean keeps pushing down a little harder each time. He finally grabs onto the hands that are holding him in place as he feels himself become light headed. His head swirls as there’s so much happening through his body. Dean notices, coming out of his high and but only squeezes a little bit harder.

Castiel chokes, not being able to draw in breath. He begins panicking as his body goes into flight. But Dean takes his hands off his throat completely before the black dots dancing around the room become bigger. The relief that floods through his body at that first inhale is blissful. It’s very hard for the priest to catch his breath though when he has a demon hitting his prostate with every thrust.

“Dean,” Castiel chokes out, his voice boxed abused.

The demon tsks as he grabs the priest’s wrists and brings them above his head. Dean pushes in dick in further and almost folds Castiel in half again. He stays there for a moment, giving the priest the privilege to catch his breath. The mix of pain and pleasure that washes over Castiel creates a fogginess over his mind that is almost intoxicating. He lays there just taking Dean’s abuse, his half hard dick bobbing against his stomach.

He begins to phase out, drowning himself in the buzz that is slowly taking over his body. But it all changes when Dean comes down and bites hard at Castiel’s nape. This, this the priest reacts to badly. He flails and screams silently as he grabs onto the demon, trying to push him off as he can feel his fangs sink into his flesh. But Dean holds on, claws digging into his arms as he holds Castiel in place.

Dean lets go finally and licks at the bite mark. Without having to look, Castiel knows he’s bleeding. The entire time, Dean had not let up his pace on him. The demon chuckles darkly in his ear before pulling away from the panting priest. Castiel looks up to him through hooded eyes, suddenly not having the energy to do anything else. Blood covers the demon’s mouth and chin and all he does is lick it up.

“You taste sickly sweet, Cas,” Dean purrs out.

All the priest can respond with is a grunt and a groan. He can feel himself coming close but he’s right on the edge. He can’t tip over to seal the deal. He needs to finish it. But the fucking demon above him smile wickedly, knowing what Castiel wants, knowing what he won’t give him.

Dean wraps a hand around his cock, but he doesn’t stroke it gently or firmly. He squeezes the base roughly so that if Castiel does want to come, he can’t. This, this has Castiel breathing heavily, his heart beating loudly in his ears. Dean is going to lengthen this out the best he can.

But Castiel doesn’t have all night. He grabs onto Dean’s wrist and tries to pry it off. But the stubborn demon holds tight, snarling down at him.

“Let me finish this, Dean,” Castiel urges firmly.

“Why should I?” The demon hisses as blood drips from his chin.

“I won’t call upon you next time,” the priest bites back.

Dean’s movement faulters and his eyes widen slightly. A flicker of desperation crosses over the demon’s face. Something along the line of uncertainty. It all turns into a toothy scowl as he lowers himself down to Castiel’s face.

“And why shouldn’t I kill you now so there isn’t a next time?” Dean threatens lowly in his face.

“Because if you do, there won’t be a next time.”

Now Castiel’s seem to hit home. It strikes harder than Dean’s hollow threat. The priest knows far too well that this demon likes this way too much. Likes the idea of fucking a priest on holy ground because he can. Because a priest is letting him. A dirty priest let it be known. Dean finds that humorous and he wouldn’t give that up.

Because this is the best fun he’s had in eons.

He snarls and begins harshly stroking the priest’s dick to the timing of his thrusts. Now he’s on a mission. His head becomes bowed, his tail flicking aggressively behind him as he works Castiel.

And this, this has Castiel panting through his nose and biting his tongue to keep the grunts and groans from escaping his mouth. But Dean’s fingers come to his mouth, prying his jaw open so that all the priest can do his moan out loud. He holds onto Dean as he starts to come close again, his noises becoming louder and louder. It’s very hard not to when each and every time the demon pounds into him it’s straight into his prostate. It feels like his entire gut is on fire at this point.

When Castiel comes, it wracks his entire body. His vision goes black and spotty and his nerves feel like they’re fizzing out like a fire sparkler.

He comes back to Dean coming deep in ass with a growl. His claws dig into his thighs, holding him in his place. The sensation of being filled sends a shiver up Castiel’s spine as whatever cum was left in his dick comes out onto his stomach.

He’s a mess. But the deal is done.

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destieltaggedfic · 5 months

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Hey bestie! Do you have any fics where dean thinks he is or could fake a relationship with cas (like he thinks what he feels for cas is platonic but he's willing to fake it for cas)? Thank you mwah!

oh hey! I had something similar to this a while ago. So some of these are Dean clinging to his heterosexuality saying he loves Cas and is willing to be in a relationship with him, but no on sexy front (for as long as that lasts)

Did I post this morning? why yes I did, but I've finally finished finding fic for this ask so I wanted to get it out.

I said show me something – ilovehowyouletmefall Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU. With Cas back, Dean isn’t really sure what he is feeling but if it means Cas will stay with him, he will give the angel everything he wants. But Cas has to promise to stay.

Word Count: 7k Graphic Sexual Acts

Devotion – howevernot Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe. Being aromantic means that Dean can’t give Cas the kind of relationship that he thinks the ex-angel should have, but when they talk it though they find something that can work for both of them. Even if others (Sam) don’t understand it

Word Count: 4k No Sex

profoundly bonded (by law) – sobsicles Ao3

Set S15 AU. Its all over, and they’ve given up hunting. Sam has moved into an apartment in town but Dean and Cas have bought a farm house they are renovating. One day Cas asks if Dean would marry him, not being able to think of a reason against it Dean says yes. Being married changes nothing about their friendship until one day it does.

Word Count: 20k Graphic Sexual Acts

A Blowjob's A Blowjob – icouldgowithyou Ao3

AU. It’s a case of mistaken identity when a guy claiming to be an incubus turns up on Dean’s doorstep asking to be killed because he refuses to feed without the consent of his victims. Dean’s not really sure he believes this guy but offers his services under the strict understanding that he’s not gay or anything.

Word Count: 33k Graphic Sexual Acts

Goodnight Kisses – ImYourHoneyBee Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU. Dean was quick to tell Cas he loved him and wanted to be with him too when they got him back, although he wasn’t comfortable being with a guy, Cas’ compromise was that he wanted a goodnight kiss every night. It doesn’t take Dean too long to realise that he’s a lot more fine with Cas being dude-shaped than he thought.

Word Count: 9k Graphic Sexual Acts

I would do anything for love... but I won't do that – startswithf Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU. As soon as he got Cas back Dean told him that he loved him too and he wants to stay with Cas forever, but he just doesn’t think he can be in a physical relationship with him, but he will give Cas as much as he can.

Word Count: 11k Graphic Sexual Acts

#destiel #rec asks #fake relationship #kinda

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deancaspinefest · 6 months

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Suddenly I See | Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 24,966

Author: fanboi214 | Artist: hexentaenzerin

After a reckless night, Dean wakes up as a newly transformed succubus. While his new powers force him to acknowledge the sexual tension between him and Castiel, they also leave him incapable of addressing it without killing the angel. In the meantime, the boys race to undo the transformation before it becomes permanent.

Link to fic | Link to art

Pairings: Dean/Cas

Warnings: no major archive warnings

Tags: Angst, Case Fic, Closeted Dean, First Time, Mutual Pining, Incubus Dean Winchester

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #destiel art #deancas fic #deancas art #pinefest 2024 #2024 masterpost #masterpost #submission #aruthor: fanboi214 #artist: hexentaenzerin

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noroamenial · 8 months

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Sending this BG3 idea to a bunch of different blogs to see what they do with it: Tav uses edging and/or orgasm denial on Raphael to get him to give her the hammer without giving him the crown. (Enjoy!)

SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER, I got going and then I stopped and then I picked it up again.

Afab Tav but is otherwise not referred to w gendered pronouns

And ofc if you read the prompt CW smut

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You’d been avoiding the topic.

You and your party made it all the way to Baldur’s gate only to run into Raphael claiming to be your savior—as usual. He was so insistent, his voice so smooth. If he had offered you anything of substance you would’ve bent to his whims in more ways than one.

…But you knew the devil now, you had to play his game to get him to yield.

Avernus was in no way an easy plane to traverse, even inside the confines of the house of hope. It was hot and dry. But with a little bit of sneaking, you found exactly what you needed.

“I never knew I plagued your dreams, Raphael.”

You had to keep a level head. You look up once from the diary you were paging through. Haarlep’s hands trail up your stomach. The incubus was sitting behind you, chest to your back as you warm the fiend’s cock.

Raphael stands, watching you with an intense gaze, his only tell was the click in his jaw. He was ruffled. It was your fault— according to what Haarlep gave away during your escapade mere minutes ago.

“Did you ever learn it’s rude to snoop?”

“I’ve been told, but the consequences are never bad enough to outweigh the satisfaction.” You smile lazily at him, setting the journal to the side of the bed.

“Why are you here?” He sighs, “you ignore my deal, you wade in my bath, you rifle through my things, you read my diaries, and here you are, meeting me in the lap of my succubus; surely to steal my hammer and do away with my life.” His hands clench at his side. “While I have been nothing but polite and kind.”

Haarlep, ever the tease, nips up your neck.

And Raphael looks on with ever the stern expression. Maybe years in hell have perfected his poker face. Haarlep seemed like one to use the form of his master to his advantage, and you could only imagine the steely resolve Raphael would need to have to ignore the way your hands had palmed up his thighs. And the current phantom feeling of his cock buried inside you.

"I am here to deal." you muse, rolling your hips back on Haarlep. The incubus makes a lewd imitation of a moan that perhaps Raphael could accomplish...were it him.

"While you soak my cock? with the time you have had with my incubus, you owe me more than whatever deal you could make." The devil is in front of you now, between Haarlep's legs parted off of the bed.

“You have something I want.” You reach for him, arms wrapped around the back of his neck as your faces near.

“As do you.” The devil’s lip curls and this time you watch as his gaze fully takes in the scene in front of him.

Your hand rifles into his hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck. The candles flicker in the boudoir, which threatens a red hazy darkness. Raphael was no cat. How easily your lips meet his throat with bared teeth and bated breath let you see the Raphael who wrote so passionately in an ornate diary.

You felt Haarlep’s gaze go past the back of your head as they cradled your hips with the real cat’s claws. You had a seemingly unending libido as your free hand trailed down Raphael’s chest. You could feel a rumbling purr as you continued to kiss up his throat.

Face in both your hands, you looked into Raphael’s stern yet milky soft brown eyes turn to gold. The creases of his face weren’t as noticeable as his form shifted but so close you could pick them out.

“You have something I want.” You repeated again, leaning in to kiss him properly.

"And what would that be?" he murmurs against your lips, getting eagerly handsy with your chest.

"The hammer."

His laugh is sharp and chipper, extremely genuine as it comes from his chest. He leans away from you to catch his breath, tail whipping back and forth behind him. You take in his form in its entirety: hair ruffled, top undone, erection, click in his jaw, sweep of his wings, proud knowing smile, all done by your hands.

You didn't falter, you smiled back.

"Of course you want the hammer...but why come all this way, mouse?" his hand grabs your jaw, gently tilting your gaze to his. Haarlep is still behind you and Raphael meets the incubus' gaze.

"Haarlep," Raphael makes a gesture with his hand and the fiend pulls you off of them, blows you a kiss, and disappears.

"I didn't like your deal." you admit, looking up at him. "I won't give you the crown."

"So what will you give me? what could possibly measure up for not only the hammer, but your transgressions in my home?"

Raphael looms above you, hovering as he leans a knee on the bed beside your hip.

"Your soul would do. With a pretty thing like you to warm my bed beside my incubus for all eternity, I could wager for that."

Now with a helpful practice round courtesy of Haarlep's initial trickery, you had a better idea of the devil you know. One hand gripping his shirt and the other on his shoulder in a quick motion you had the devil on his back on the bed with you at the helm.

Genuine surprise crossed his face as you stood to straighten your shoulders.

"A taste, of my soul eternally." You hum, leaning back.

He’s not fully on the bed, in fact he’s sort of falling off. But he corrects his posture moving to the expanse of the bed.

Still in nothing, you straddle his waist and his lazy smirk has returned. You kiss him—drinking him in with a desire to devour him—your hips grind down on his creating friction that buzzes up your spine every time you hit your clit just right. One of his hands is curled in the sheets, the other on your cheek. Your hands are finishing what you started in giving you access to his skin.

“Would you enjoy eternity with me, mouse?” He asks breathlessly as you pull away, moving down between his legs.

You don’t answer him, gaze moving up to his as you undo his pants. It’s a blind grab for a moment before you free his aching cock. You pump the base with your hand and his hips jerk forward as he groans.

“Give me the hammer, sweetheart.” You say, looking into his fire bright eyes. The real dangers of Avernus weren’t the fire or the brimstone but this devil and his eyes anyone could get lost in.

His expression turns stern for a flash before you nonchalantly take his weeping tip into your mouth, tongue pressed flat against it his head falls back at the heat of your mouth. You swirl your tongue across the top before taking him deeper ever so slowly. You have to hold his waist with both hands to prevent the devil from fucking your face.

He reaches for your hair, and you swat his hand away as you go down on him. Your pace is erratic, avoiding giving him a steady rhythm to get off too. His frustrated panting only convinces you more.

You hear the annoyed swish of his tail back and forth close to behind your head and you come off him. Sitting on your knees you look down at him, watching his hands ball into fists with the bedding.

Haarlep was right, Raphael made no effort to take control despite his obvious desire.

He reaches for you, “Mouse…”

It’s breathy and you pin his hand back to the bed.

“The hammer.” You repeat, pumping his cock one twice and as you see his mouth gape slightly you pull away, thumb circling the tip.

“The crown.” He grits his teeth, leaning up on an elbow.

“I won’t give it to you.” You remove your hand all together, crawling up him to straddle him above the waist again. He’s forced back onto the bed, staring up at you with labored breaths.

“Give me the hammer, Raphael.”

He keens, toothy grin returning.

“I love the way you say my name.”

You purse your lips, thinking, as you stare at him. With one hand you take his cock to line it up with your entrance. Sitting up, you’re able to comfortably maneuver him into you. And then slowly with your mouth agape you take the fiend into your heat.

The soft gasp that escapes him strokes your ego. He’s as flush as a cherry red devil can be, brown with the sheen of sweat, cat-like irises blown wide as they glow up at you. His gaze sweeps down your body as you huff while rocking your hips against his.

With one hand to steady you, the other gropes at your chest. Your hips make pleasing circles as you take him. He’s hitting right where you want him to hit inside you.

Raphael’s legs tremble as he tries to move his hips to a pleasing rhythm, but you have him well pinned. He lets out a broken sigh as he gives up to fall back on the bed.

“Little Mouse.” He growls, the word rumbles through his chest. Your eyes light up at the word, gaze locking with his.

“Yes, Raphael?” You goad, sitting still. “Ready to relinquish the hammer?” You snake a hand into his hair, pulling his head back.

“Mouse.” He tries again, it’s just a breathe of the word.

“Promise me the crown.”

He shakes his head, hands balled into fists with the sheets.

“Promise me the crown, Raphael.”

He looks almost lost as his gaze returns to you. Archdevil warred with Raphael. A deep longing for both.

“I will give you anything you desire.”

“I want the hammer.” You repeat.

"Tav--" he keens, biting his lip as you inadvertently clench around him.

"The hammer."

"The hammer." he murmurs above a whisper.

You smile at his conflicted gaze, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

"What do you want, Raphael?"

"You,"

"For the orphic hammer."

"For the orphic hammer." his chest rumbles between a growl and a purr.

"Seal it with a kiss, devil."

And oh does he. Lips on lips as one hand guides your head to him and his free hand grips your hips to buck upwards into you. The satisfied groan that leaves him is like the sweetest music to your ears. How you thought this would not work was thrown from the window the moment you found his diaries, the moment he came ruffled and infuriated to you fucking his incubus. and how you relish now with no contract except for your mouth on his and his mortal heart yet spilling into you.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 raphael #raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #baldur's gate raphael #raphael x tav #baldurs gate 3 #haarlep #cw smut

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pinkie promise kisses. ౨ৎ

charlie x casper | fluff & semi suggestive

☆ a/n: thinking about my yv boys frowns extremely loudly everyone in the room can hear. there’s no general direction for this little sweet write but we’ll see where it goes :-p didn’t revise this either so idk if there’s any errors,,,,,,☆

casper was working on the kitchen, back to the window as they chopped away at the carrots as drive by incubus played on their mini miffs speaker charlie bought them for christmas. casper wanted to surprise charlie with a meal before he got back from work, casper didn’t like the fact his diet consisted of pizza and calzones for dinner. so, they try to make dinner before his shift ends.

as the front door begins to unlock to casper’s surprise, they see the dirty blond walk inside. “hey cas, cooking?” he grinned at them cheekily. casper raised a brow at him, confused. “charlie? why so early?” they ask, setting the knife down. “lunch break! decided to use it to see you today.” he responded, walking his way over to them and wrapping his arms around them. hands drifting down to their waist comfortably as casper leans in and places their hands on his chest, melting into his touch. snuggling him.

“thanks. i started to miss you.” casper admits, tone flat. casper has held onto that so ‘cool’ facade a bit from highschool, it’s their last bit of their teenage years & charlie notices that nonchalant behavior from them sometimes. he knows they’re being endearing with it but have difficulty showing it sometimes. “you’re welcome my love.” charlie murmurs in a low tone into casper’s ear. their heart rate increasing & face feeling hotter. charlie knew how to slip his tongue when it counts, he is shameless with it.

charlie looks up at the cutting, admiring his clean and perfectly diced the vegetables were. “what you cooking?” he hums as casper turns back to the cutting board. charlie standing behind them as they sliced the veggies. “a simple curry. potatoes, carrots, beef. real simple but yummy.” they hum in response to their boyfriend. charlie letting out a satisfied hum in response. “i love your cooking, cas.” he said as cas smiled softly in response. “thank you charlie, i’m glad you do.” they stammer out softly, shying up a bit as they put the knife down once again. charlie begins to giggle, kissing casper’s cheek. “d’aww don’t tell me that’s what gets you!” he giggles as casper squirms underneath his grasp.

“s—stoppp!!” casper giggles as charlie burrows his head into their neck, smothering it in kisses. “i’ve said worse.” he smiles as he pulls back near their ear. “like how great you feel in my arms.” he whispers, hands trailing down a bit more to their thighs. “and how nice it is to know such a pretty thing like you is into some scrub like me who don’t know what shit bout.” he snorts. casper scoffs, letting out a giggle. “TLC mentioned?” they smirked as charlie chuckles. “so smart casper. getting all my shitty references.” he smooches their cheek as casper turns to face charlie, leaning against the counter. arms around his neck. charlie’s smile only increased their already intense heart rate.

casper’s hands massaged the back of his neck then slowly slid to face to cup his cheeks. thumb rubbing his cheek. “my pretty boy, charlie.” they sigh. “oh whatever will i do with you.” they gasp dramatically. charlie offended. “hey! what does that mean!!” he laughed as casper giggled and dramatically looked away. “my lovely boyfriend! childhood bestfriend and high-school crush!” they sobbed out. “so reckless,,” they coo sadly. charlie’s laughter continuing, a tint of confusion lacing his laughter. “casper, you’re freaking me out!! what!!” he exclaimed. “so reckless to forget i bite back!!” they growl, beginning to kiss and nip charlie’s neck. charlie gasping, and laughter filling up the kitchen. “c—casper!!” charlie pants out as his face tickled a warm red. his laughter transitioning into heavy breathing. “casper,,,” charlie quietly groans, back against the sink counter now.

“yessss?” they coo, looking up at the blond. “you want to handle this in the kitchen cuz i can get down! but it’s also just—,, unsanitary, sweetheart.” he chuckles out nervously. casper rolling their eyes as they lean back on top of charlie, against his chest. “you’re right, my sweet sweet chuck.” they sigh, nuzzling in. charlie grins, placing a hand on theo waist. “this reminds me of when we went to your house for christmas one time,, during high school.” he starts, casper listening intently. “you wanted to decorate this,, cookie house cause i’m allergic to gingerbread.” he chuckles, casper letting out a light laugh. “and even if i wasn’t, gingerbread is so gnarly anyways.” he scoffs. “but anyways, you accidentally exploded the frosting everywhere on our house and i was so mad cuz it got on my pjs.”

“i said sorry!!” casper exclaims as charlie chuckles. “i know!! funny to remember though, anyway,, i was so mad i used my frosting as a weapon against you.” he smiles fondly at this memory. “like a laser beam or a water gun or some shit.” he waves his hand around to animate his storytelling. “and you surrendered eventually ,, and u remember you said—“

“thou my liege has sense no error in his judgement.” casper and charlie said in unison. both taken aback, they begin to laugh. “and then i unarmed the frosting and sprayed you with it again!!” casper laughed, heartedly as they gripped onto charlie’s shirt. charlie giggling as he held them close. “you punk!! you remember!” he scoffs as they grin mischievously. “how could i forget! my mom was so mad we got the frosting everywhere!!” they laughed as charlie gave them a sweet smile. he looked into their eyes gently, casper slowly beginning to calm down and smile back. “remember what we promised after that,,” he asked, his tone lower than before. casper getting sweet butterflies in their stomach.

“we promised we wouldn’t do anything as stupid as that again,,” casper’s finger trails down charlie’s chest as he held them close. “and we promised to never betray eachother like we did then. and always have eachothers backs when they to the wall.” casper’s smile fades comfortably as they leaned against charlie. charlie melting into their touch. “yeah,, we did.” he affirms. “and we stayed true to it after all that time. we even remember the memory play by play,,” he kisses their head gently. “my wonderful casper. id be a total wreck with you by now.” charlie nuzzled his nose into their head. “id be a bigger one.” casper sighs. “you have no idea, charlie.” they mutter lowly. “i’ll forever remember that pinkie promise.” he laughs softly. casper having an idea.

“let’s make another.” they smile, looking up at him. charlie nods, “of course!” he lifts his hand, interlocking their pinkies together. “let’s promise to keep ourselves away from some frosting for one.” charlie laughed as he nodded. “oh for sure.” he smiles. “and—,, that we will hold each-other like this for days to come.” they look away bashfully as charlie’s eyelids lower, feeling absolutely smitten. “maybe we should,, lock this promise for sure,, yk for safe keeping.” he hums with a grin. “with what?” casper hummed curiously. charlie cupping their face wit his free hand once again, and pulls them in for a long but gentle, tender kiss. casper smiles at him, getting shy once again and burrowing their head into charlie’s chest, charlie laughing as he held them close. “you’re so silly!! cmon— you gotta finish prepping dinner tonight!! my break is almost up!!”

#yuurivoice casper #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice fan fiction #yuurivoice bittersweet #yuurivoice #yuurivoice fiction #gender neutral reader

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 4 months

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Incubus Castiel fics I love @leatafandom

[edited] These very funny despite a lot of sex due to incubus feeding off sexual energy or their soul. They also all have happy endings. The worlds are very thought out and details.

Rated: E

Summary: When Dean accidentally stepped on a bird’s wing, he thought he was doing a good deed by bringing it home to take care of it. The next morning, he inexplicably wakes up next to a hot naked guy with horns and wings. Well, that’s just Winchester luck for you.

Rated: E

Summary: Dean didn't think he'd be working towards a university degree at the age of thirty, but here he is doing it. Between full time school and his full time job as a mechanic, he doesn't have time for anything other than keeping his nose to the grindstone.

Enter Cas, an accidentally summoned incubus who is determined to, uh, help Dean relax.

Rated: E

Summary: Dean is a Warlock. A very very drunk Warlock. Oh, and a horny Warlock.

Hey, he knows how to summon a succubus!

He should totally do that. Hell yeah! Guaranteed hot sex!

Except that spellcasting while drunk is a Very Bad Idea. He's just too drunk to remember that.

#incubus Castiel #Dean AU #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #deancas #casdean #warlock #laptop #destiel #sam winchester #support character

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spnfanficpond · 8 months

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January 2024 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

The Unconventional Meet-Cute by @schizonephilim

I wanted to read something different from my usual go-to, and I had this story in my To Be Read 'pile' for a while, so I read chapter 1! I can't wait to read chapter 2. It's really well-written and the sexy times are awesome.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Full of Grace by ilovehowyouletmefall (AO3)

I love this fic. I have read this thing so many times. I love the intimacy and how they develop organically. How Cas just takes why Dean gives and it’s how it should be in my head. It’s sweet and fluffy. I wish Dean would stop calling Cas “pal” as if he’s fucking Mickey Mouse and Pluto but it’s amazing. I return to it a lot. It’s a comforting story that deals with mental health and I’m glad it’s set in heaven.

Cuddle Deprivation by @destielshipper4cas

This is sooo good. It’s an incubus that feeds off affection and emotions through touch. It is so good. So fluff, Castiel and Dean confused about the different cultures, which I think is a great element because it's a common problem with relationships from people of different countries or even skin color at times. Must read.

Cuddlibus by @destielshipper4cas

It’s an incubus that feeds off affection and emotions through touch. It is so good. So fluff, Castiel and Dean confused about the different cultures, which I think is a great element because it's a common problem with relationships from people of different countries or even skin color at times.

Heartstring Promenade by @winchester-reload

This is the ending to the series I wanted.

Destiel's 1st Time by @chaoticmotherofall

Holy shit. Wow, primal. Rawr. Must read smut. I think it’s the scene most of the fandom would want to see if they could. Sorry, not sorry.

Dean's Delights by Redamber79 (AO3)

Destiel. Baker Dean. Can smell each other through blockers. Insecure Cas. Love it! He just wants to eat Dean up and kind of does! True mates are delicious, don’t ya think?

The Company by CasCase (AO3)

You’re gonna get intimidated by the language of ballet vocab but don’t worry, it isn’t important. It’s such an amazing love story and so well written. Wow. There is even artwork of the seriously important emotional scenes that just make it so much better. Omg! I wish this was a fucking movie because it’d be gorgeous!

Room for Two (The Mattress AU) by @almassi

Schmoopy fluffiness. I love it! I also love that Cas actually gets everything but doesn’t show it. Lol. He got the references.

truly there's nobody for you but me by Abi_in_the_Cosmos (AO3)

Omfg, hotness. Cas so teasing Dean. The shorts are used. The shorts in the BTS on the show of Jensen wearing denim short shorts, which of course Dean says they exist for an in-story reason. I don’t care. It’s great.

this heart and flesh shall fail by ValandraWrites (AO3)

Monsterfucker story, technically. Great story. Dean is not technically underaged despite what it says. Twist ending. Beautiful story with a sexy but sad twist.

The Biological Ways by @sitruunavohveli

Three words: Accidental office romance Destiel! A/b/o! Love it. Love that it’s Charlie too. Yay! I also am a huge fan of this author’s works. I’ve had the pleasure of working with them and they’re just amazing to work with. Please check them out.

Weighted by amireal, tiamatv (AO3)

I absolutely love this fic because I actually sleep with a weighted blanket and when my kids are sick, they love their own. I even have one in the car. It’s light but enough to feel it. This is just so fluffy and romantic all thanks to our favorite redhead introducing weighted blankets which helps so much. It’s been shown to even help babies but blankets aren’t great for them. Anyway, they’re so cute and that scene where Dean opens his eyes all slow and gentle with “hey”, just broke me. My husband and I do that periodically and it just means more snuggles and sleep. lol. Poor Castiel thinking he couldn’t have Dean which I understand since Dean has said so much he is straight or implied it rather often. Ugh. This was done so well. Thank you both!

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Nominated by @deeranger

When There's Only You by AnOddSock (AO3)

It's such a visceral and extremely well-written story, dark and full of intense angst but at the same time it highlights that profound tenderness and affection between Sam and Dean. The whole "there is no me if there is no you". I was on the edge of my seat all the way through, my heart breaking for the brothers in such a delightful way. This fic is a great rollercoaster ride, like a dark porn with a substantial amount of well-thought-out plot. Heed the tags though... Your feels might not come out intact.

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Nominated by @spnexploration

She Thought She Was Normal (series) by @aylacavebear

This is @Aylacavebear's first fic she's putting out into the wild and it's going to be a long multi-chapter journey. What a way to start! This first chapter takes us to poor Maria as a child, who has just lost her mother to a yellow-eyed demon, and Bobby sets her and her Dad up with Sam and Dean. Can't wait to see the whole journey!

Cuddle Deprivation by @destielshipper4cas

This was adorable!! The whole concept of cuddlibus was so cute and I loved when both Dean and Cas were trying to get more out of the relationship but thinking the other didn't want it. And including Sam's cuddlibus daughter was also adorable

Power Grows out of the Barrel of a Gun by Alaisabel (AO3)

I absolutely loved this AU. There are so many twists and turns and I had such a fun time working out what was going on. Dean is so anti-authority and he ends up in a relationship with Cas, a cop.

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Fluffy Faerie Tales (series) by @ladylilithprime

This universe and the characters in it are so fascinating! Sam and Dean are half-fae, and Jimmy and Cas have a backstory that is wildly different than anything else I've ever read! (No spoilers!) Sam/Cas/Jimmy is a threesome I've never read before, I don't think, and I'm loving it. So far, all of these stories are filled with plenty of fluff, and the perfect way to end my day. Sweet dreams of faeries and friends are always welcome!

Cuddle Deprivation and Cuddlibus by @destielshipper4cas

I am now OBSESSED with the idea of cuddlibi!!! Like those who have nominated this story above, I find this idea adorable and sweet. And Cas is just SO SWEET! And there's so much delicious pining in both of these stories!! I now want to read ALL the cuddlibus stories!!

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester, and @heavenssexiestangel!

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