i feel like fucking a more abstract kind of angel would be less like actual sex and more like eldritch madness x a hallucinogenic drug trip. you try to touch its body and there’s nothing there but warm light and slightly thicker air and once it’s on you (around you?) your mind completely overloads and you can’t feel your body but you can feel the universe and you’re seeing colors you didn’t know existed and it’s euphoric and overwhelming and beautiful and terrifying and when you cum you still can’t understand anything that’s happened to your body or your mind but you know you want to do it again
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A massive, radiant figure now stood before you. His head, vaguely human in shape, was adorned with a large set of silver horns that ended where his eyes would have been. Your gaze moved down to a bright golden eye centered on his feathered chest. A few smaller eyes surrounded it, all of which blinked pensively at you. The four large wings that sprouted from his back were awkwardly folded to fit into the small attic space. Suddenly, the creature knelt before you, bowing his head.
“Be not afraid,” His voice was at once booming and a whisper in your ear, stirring another shiver from you. “Your disciple, Zaphael, has heard your call and has come to serve.”
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by MoonlitStrife
Dean Winchester is going about his normal life as per usual with killing monsters, eating crazy amounts of even crazier different foods, getting drinks upon drinks, and so on when he begins to feel unlike himself. Instead of looking into things further, because why would he if it's not entirely debilitating him, he just waits it out to get better. And even when things seem to get somewhat back to normal, he ends up in the emergency room and then in the labor and delivery ward with no idea why he's there and has convinced himself that there's absolutely some mistake... except there isn't.
Words: 5729, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural)
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester
Additional Tags: Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnant Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), pregnancy symptoms, Vomiting, Nausea, Fainting, POV Dean Winchester, Angel/Human Relationships, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Surprise pregnancy, Monster Hunters, Fluffy Ending
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"The words of the blessing of Enoch wherewith he blessed the elect and righteous, who will be living in the days if tribulation, when all the wicked and godless are to be removed."
-The Book Of Enoch, The Watchers 1:1.
A story in which the woman the angel fornicates with behind His back is you.
Trigger Warnings: Religion, blasphemy(?).
Behold ye the earth, His creation sculpted with but His careful hands, ordained as is His will.
And man was created to fulfill His will, and man has procreated so that man may fulfill His will in turn as their predecessors did before them.
Man procreated and the angels laid their eyes on the beautiful and comely daughters of men, those that have been born unto earth as the descendants of Eve.
Like stars falling from the heavens they descended, the blistering heat of the sun very much alike the godless firenlust in their blood.
"Art thou certain?" asked Araklba, mighty wings beating as he kept himself above ground. "Dost thou not know that the most beauteous roses carry the sharpest thorns? Doth thou not heed the warnings of Semjaza?"
Armaros nodded his head, his coiffed curls gently bobbing in the light breeze.
"I am certain; she is the one."
Araklba's lips quirked into a smile. "And wherefore art thou pathetic and pining for a mere mortal, pretty though she is?"
"Wherefore art thou maddening and pestiferous to mine head as the maggots are to the tenderly consumed flesh?" Armaros quipped in response. "She is the one," he insisted, "Mine eyes have never feasted upon such formidable beauty."
Armaros' eyes widened, his reaction visceral and disquieting. To Araklba, t'was mere surprise, but what the angel Armaros felt was something much more sinister.
"Desire consumes," warned Araklba, but Armaros paid it no mind. Araklba was displeased, and clicked his tongue in distaste. "Semjaza too expressed desire for that woman."
"What?"
Araklba shrugs, patting Armaros on the shoulder and muttering a simple phrase before departing. "Desire consumes."
