We have a few models in stock at the moment, I'll get them out of storage for you.
We've got the 2 for 1 deal, this package comes with or without sleeves
Also sold seperately
And we have a couple of older models, some like the new ones more, but personally, I find if they're a little older, they work a hell of a lot better and are pretty reliable
Then we've got something a little different, slightly smaller - in some aspects - but much more powerful if you ask me
just the blood on your lips by lifefindsaway
Rating: Mature
Word count: 13k
This is your problem, Castiel. You have too much faith.
A demon Dean walks into a church confessional…
You’ll probably recognize his confession. You’ll probably recognize the priest, too.
Father Castiel is both a hunter and a priest and when Dean walks into his church, his life takes an unexpected turn. Castiel likes being around Dean, wants to be his friend. But he finds this man so… tempting.
I love a lead-Cas-into-temptation kind of story. Dean bats those pretty green eyes, pushes a little to get Cas to unearth his buried doubt and suddenly Cas is having all these rebellious thoughts.
This reverse verse AU is dark, compelling, and weaves canon into the story with great precision. I also love that Pastor Jim is a secondary character in this fic. We don’t see him all that often.
Reading this story had me rubbing my hands together and going, “yes, yes, corrupt that hunter priest, Dean, yes,” the whole time. If that sounds like your thing, you’ll love this fic!
Sam's getting married. Which is great. Genuinely, really great. Dean is happy for him.
Dean is also, as a direct consequence of this engagement, standing in a church parking lot for the first time since he was four years old, which is less great.
But it's just his luck that he meets a man with dark hair and blue eyes who owns a '68 Fairlane 500 with a 428 Cobra Jet under the hood that nobody's looked after properly in eighteen months.
It's also just his luck that the man is a Catholic priest.
Dean is thirty years old and should know better. However, he does not, apparently, know better.
summary: Dean is lost in the wake of his father's illness and seeks comfort in the arms of Castiel, a mysterious priest from his local Catholic church. The relationship they form defies the laws that govern Castiel's position and helps Dean heal from his loss and his past.
In which Dean Winchester finds faith where he least expected it.
Basically Dean is middle aged and depressed bc he feels like he’s wasted his life. Cas is a priest about ready to give up on religion, they help each other find new meaning. Very wholesome. Also very angsty and painful. But most importantly; very gay. Slow burn. Like very slow.
Preview: (tw mention of suicide)
It had been a long day. Longer than usual it seemed.
Countless calls from endless lists of insufferably egotistical idiots bitching about their shitty jobs and their shitty marriages and their shitty lives. Oh boo hoo. To tell the truth, Dean couldn't care less about those people on the other end of the line. He got paid to do a job and he did it.
Of Course, he'd thought about suicide. What middle aged man stuck in a customer service job hadn't? He wouldn't do it though. He couldn't. He had to stay alive whether he wanted to or not. For Sammy if not for himself.
When Dean was about eleven years old, his mother had grown sick and died shortly after. His father, overwhelmed with grief, killed himself a few years later. Leaving his two children all alone in the world with no clue as to why their lives had gotten off to such a crappy start.
So his brother had made him promise he wouldn't leave him too. Which is why he couldn't do it. It wasn't fair on Sam.
Unfortunately, that night, after one too many rich douche bags had called to whine about their life, Dean was feeling particularly selfish.
The revolver lay in his palm nonchalantly as the rain drizzled down around him.
The cold metal pressed against his skin softly. In any other situation this would have been rather poetic but Dean had never been very good with words.
His thumb clicked the safety lock on and off mechanically, his forefinger resting on the trigger carelessly. Maybe tonight would be the night. But then again, probably not.
He secretly wished his finger would slip and then it would just happen and he wouldn't have to choose.
On. Off. On. Off. He couldn't seem to stop the cycle. It was like his fingers had frozen into the rhythm.
"Are you going to do it or not, then?"
Dean’s finger pulled the trigger suddenly. He felt the world stop along with his heart.
Author and Artist: @verobatto-angelxhunter (BENKA79)
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rated: Explicit
Lenght: 9k
Tags: #Priest! #Castiel #Hunter! Dean #Demons Hunt #Dean is openly Bi #Supportive!Sam #exorcist!Castiel #demisexual!Cas #Smut #first time #drooling!Dean #clueless!Castiel #BAMF!Dean #BAMF!Castiel #Top!Cas #Bottom!Dean
Warnings: Violence
Summary:
The best exorcist, Father Castiel Novak is authorized to free action for a dangerous mission: to find and send back to Hell the powerful Prince of Hell, Azazel.
No one can get in his way, no one but maybe one insightful tall hunter and his stubborn and flirty big brother.
Will Castiel be able to fulfill his mission while trying not to succumb to this new unexplored sensations Dean Winchester makes him feel for the first time?
Read it in AO3
Art, excerpt, disclaimer, tags and Bingo Card (with links to the previous works) under the cut...
Excerpt:
Castiel belonged to the exorcist elite, but unlike them, he was the strongest in spirit. He could perform several exorcisms at the same time. That was something physically and spiritually impossible for an ordinary human. But Father Novak could, because his thoughts were focused just on that, and he had no worldly distractions.
Cover and Art: Traditional Drawing. Ink pen. Graphite 4B.
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Another fic for Dean and Cas Bingo, square Demisexual.
I must say, this was a pleasure to write because I'm demisexual myself so I was able to describe part of me in Castiel.
I want to say thanks to @callenofthenorth and @hectatess for editing this work! ❤️❤️
As a disclaimer I have to say this fic is purely fantasy. I used some catholic elements.
Hope you like this one, I out my heart on it.
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If you wanna read/see my previous squares, here you have the links!
Royalty AU: HIDDEN (Destiel fic and art)
Bisexual: Have Mercy (Destiel fic)
Neighbors AU: Too Hot (Destiel fic and art)
Nudist AU: Destiel Art
ABO: Destiel Art
Sci Fi: When Duty Calls (Destiel Fic and art)
Romantic Evening: Destiel Art
I hope you like all these works so far! You can always come to my inbox and tell me what you think!
Summary: Y/N is determined to corrupt the new priest in town.
Square filled: Priest!Castiel
Pairing: Priest!Castiel x Demon!Reader
Word count: 1,438
Warnings: implied future smut, dirty talk (?), mentions of masturbation, priest kink i guess
A/N: this was written for @spntfwbingo. Hope you enjoy it!
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It had been three weeks since Father Novak had taken over the church in Lebanon, Kansas. You had only crossed paths with him once though. The whole town wouldn’t stop talking about the new priest and how handsome he was. Women wouldn’t shut up about how blue his eyes were. Because of all that talking, you were curious to know who he was.
Castiel Novak met you when he was closing the church’s doors. He was everything people said he was. He was gorgeous and so damn attractive. His face held an innocent look and you just wanted to see a wicked smirk on those plump lips of his. A need to have him grew inside you.
“Hi,” he greeted you. His voice was hoarse and one single word was enough for you to have goosebumps all over your body. “Can I help you?”
“We haven’t officially met,” you held out your hand for him, grinning. “I’m Y/N.”
“I’m Father Novak,” he shook your hand, his lips curving into a smile. “I haven’t seen you around here.”
“Yeah, I know,” you sighed. “‘Sides, what would a demon go to church, right?” you flashed your black eyes at him.
Castiel stepped back. He knew there were supernatural beings among humans. His friends hunted them. And he knew he should have pulled the demon knife out his pocket and ended you, but somehow he couldn’t find it in him to do so. Maybe he didn’t expect a demon to approach him in front of his church. Or maybe he was just taken aback by your beauty.
“I’ll see you later, Cas,” you winked at him and walked away, sashaying your hips. His eyes fixed on you.
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After a few weeks of your first encounter with the priest, you decided it was time to meet him again. The thought of him wouldn’t get out of your mind. You were attracted to him. He was handsome as hell and you could only wonder what he hid under those clothes.
The way he looked at you was anything but innocent. There was something in his eyes that night that wasn’t as pure as it should be. So you decided to surprise him. You entered the church and noticed he wasn’t at the altar. Though in the back, a woman made her way out of the confessional cabinet. He’s gotta be in there, you thought to yourself.
You were determined to push all his buttons until he breaks. What’s better than turning a priest into a sinner?
Knocking softly on the side of the wooden cabinet, you waited for him to answer.
“Come on in,” his voice echoed in your ears. Your body responded to it immediately.
You opened the door and entered the stall, sitting on the booth. A screen divided the cabinet. He was staring ahead. His profile was ever so beautiful.
“Hello, Father.”
Castiel flinched. He didn’t expect to see you in his church, let alone here about to confess.
“Y/N,” he breathed out. The way your name rolled out of his tongue sent shivers down your spine. “I must confess, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I thought I was the one who should be confessing,” you smirked and he knew you did although he didn’t see you.
“Well- So, uh, let's start then,” he stuttered, taking a deep breath before continuing. “When was your last confession?”
“Oh, Father Novak, this is my first time,” you sounded innocent. “You’re gonna have to teach me how to do this.”
“Usually, people start with ‘forgive me Father; for I have sinned’ and share their sins.”
You nodded.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” you started. “I’ve been having thoughts,” you teased.
“What kind of thoughts, Y/N?” you expected him to call you ‘my child’ or ‘my dear’, but he knew you were a demon so he wouldn’t treat you with such kindness.
“Unholy thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Very, very dirty thoughts,” Castiel swallowed thick. He knew where this was heading to.
“Do you regret having them?”
“No, not in the slightest bit,” you shook your head. “But you see, there’s this man. The whole town's talking about him, especially women. The moment I heard about him, I knew I had to meet him. And I did. Since then I haven’t been able to take him out of mind,” you confessed. “For the first time, Father Novak, a man is out of my league. I’ve always had any man I wanted at my disposal. Well, not only men, women too, but we can talk about that later. The thing is, I can’t have this man, and that only makes him even more attractive.”
“Because he’s forbidden?”
“Forbidden… yes, he is,” you nodded. “He’s really handsome. He has those baby blue eyes, dark hair, and the most gorgeous lips. I can only dream of kissing them. I bet he’s got a sinful body. I think I could spend hours on end praising him, worshiping his body.”
Castiel knew you were talking about him. That’s why he’d started taking deep breaths to keep himself calm. The way those words came out of your mouth was affecting him in ways it shouldn’t be.
“If you know he’s forbidden and you can’t have him, then why do you keep fomenting those feelings?”
“Because I have to have him.”
“You want to corrupt him?” you knew his head turned in your direction. You could feel his eyes on you.
“Corrupt? No, I don’t,” you lied. “I think he’s the one that can purify me, you know Father? Maybe if I can have him to myself for one night, he can help purge my sins. One night might not be enough though.”
“You can purge your sins yourself by feeling sorry for your sinful thoughts,” he suggested.
“I don’t think I can, Father,” you shook your head. “It’s not just my mind, it’s my body. It’s like, uh, my body craves for him. I need him. I can’t fight this desire. I mean- I try, but it’s not enough.”
“What do you do to fight your urges, my dear?” his husky voice made a heat pool between your legs.
“I touch myself to the thought of him,” you sounded as innocent as a devoted Christian teenager, though your words were anything but that. “I use my hands to give me pleasure while I think of him. Of the things I wish he’d do to me. Sometimes I use my toys, but it’s never enough. I want to feel his body pressed against mine, his warm hands roaming around my body and discovering every inch of my skin. I want his mouth on me. Want him to taste me in his tongue while his hands grip my hips firmly. Want his stubble to scratch the inside of my thighs whilst he devours me.”
Silence fell between you for a short time. Castiel wished he wasn’t hearing what you were saying. His body was reacting to every single word you said. He could feel his member tenting up inside his pants. He was tense and his eyes grew darker. He shouldn’t feel this way especially when he was hearing it from a demon in his own church.
“I want to taste him. I bet he’s sweet and pure. I want to make him feel so good he’s gonna want more. I need to have him in my mouth,” you sighed. “Then I’d let him take me. I’d let him do whatever he pleases to my body. I’d let him use me. I can only wonder how good it must be having him inside me. I want to hear my name fall from his lips as he comes inside me. I want his blue eyes locked with mine as I come undone, chanting his angelical name,” you confessed.
The air had grown thicker between you. Castiel was turned on by your words. He didn’t know what to do to stop that feeling. He must stop that feeling.
“What can I do to redeem myself to God, Father?” you asked.
“If you are really searching for redemption, my dear, you should start by saying ten Hail Mary’s,” he said.
“And if I’m not?”
“Then I can guide your way into the light if that’s what you want.”
You pressed your thighs together as his words echoed in the booth. You wished the screen wasn’t there so you could see his dilated pupils and the small smirk on his lips.
“I think I’m gonna need your guidance, you bit your bottom lip. “Thank you, Father.”
“You’re welcome, my child.”
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This is for an older one, and I think the author deactivated their account. There’s one with reader x priest cas, and eventually reader x priest cas x professor dean. It’s literally the best smut I’ve ever read. I remember it had 4 parts, then very quickly got to 10, but before I found parts 5-10, the tumblr was deactivated. I swear I found it elsewhere though, thank you!
