his ear and smile

anonymous asked:

"jungkook what happened to your neck?!" his ears flush red with a bright smile on his face "oh, jimin sat on me and his butt broke it"


Originally posted by sehuns-bubblebum

and jimin would be blushing so much can you imagine????
“jungkook omg shut up!!!”
“What? it’s not like it’s a secret im an ass man….”


Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: It’s your birthday, and this is Bucky’s late gift to you. (No plot, just smut)

Warnings: smut. Unprotected sex(Wrap it before you tap it) daddy and kitten kinks, sergeant kink, ties and such

A/N: Happy birthday to my babe, @jamesbarnesblog! This one is for you, bb.

Bucky backed you up against the door of his quarters, smashing his lips against yours as his hands roamed your body, your hands playing with his white collar and tie in a hot and heavy kiss. “Easy, Sergeant.”

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In first year Scorpius looks small and nervous in his school photo, but there’s a little hint of excitement. He’s at Hogwarts after all. The photo him keeps ducking his head, shy and anxious, avoiding eye contact, and tucking a bit of hair behind his ear. He is smiling though. His eyes are bright. He’s wearing his Slytherin uniform for the first time and he looks right in it. Like he belongs. Astoria gets the photo framed and puts it on her desk.

In second year he already looks a little older and more obviously happy. He sits up straighter. His hands twist in his lap, clutching his wand tightly, but he gives the camera a proper little smile. The second photo joins the first on Astoria’s desk.

His third year picture is awful, never to be spoken of again. He just looks empty and deeply sad. The portrait version of him curls away from the camera, hugging himself, looking off somewhere into the distance. He keeps wiping his nose on his sleeve and it’s like he’s trying to avoid the whole world. That photo is never framed or put anywhere. They try to pretend it doesn’t exist.

In fourth year his photo is non-existent. Either he was away breaking into the ministry at the time they were taken, or it’s lost to another timeline, but he doesn’t mind much that it’s missing. If it was taken in another timeline he probably looks horrifically miserable anyway.

His fifth year photo is of him grinning. His new prefect badge shines on his chest. He holds his head high. His eyes are bright and shining, and for the first time he looks truly, deeply, genuinely happy. It’s one of Draco’s favourites and he keeps one copy on his desk and another copy on the mantelpiece in the library.

In sixth year he isn’t grinning. There’s more a deep sense of contented satisfaction to his smile. He looks a bit intense and thoughtful, definitely older. For some reason his photo self spends an awful lot of time adjusting his tie, or shifting the position of his wand, but not in a way that suggests he’s unhappy or uncomfortable. It just comes from the fact he can never sit still. He’s glowing. Fully okay. It’s the first one Scorpius keeps for himself. He started collecting photos that year, it’s slipped inside the front of the album, along with Albus’s photo from that year.

Seventh year is the best one. His head boy badge has now replaced his prefect one. He’s clearly trying to look serious and befitting the position, back straight, head up, expression focused and fixed, but his photo self keeps being distracted by someone beyond the camera and laughing. Bright, glorious laughter, completely unrestrained, like he can’t even hope to contain it. Draco knows better than to assume it’s anyone other than Albus his son is laughing at. He gets the photo framed properly and hangs it on the wall next to a picture of Astoria who is also laughing. They look so similar, both lit up with mischievous, glowing happiness. Whenever Draco glances at those pictures on the wall it makes him smile.

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Request: For the holiday prompt thing, 1 (all i want for christmas is you) with Peter

AN: This is the start of my holiday fics YAY please send me requests from my holiday prompt list and i’ll try my best to write as much :) 

Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by papertownsy

I was quietly reading my book in my favorite coffee shop. The warmth of my drink kissed my cheeks. A relief from the cold, brisk air of winter time in New York. I took a small sip before turning back to the world where superhero boyfriends, who always got themselves into trouble, didn’t exist. I was about to flip the page when a pair of hands covered my eyes.

“Merry early Christmas.”

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Sherlock wakes up, his brow furrowing as a small frown takes place in his features, eyes squinting as he blinks awake to sun in his face as it’s at just the right angle to spill through the crack in the drapes, hitting him in the face where he rests his head on John’s chest. After a moment he groggily lifts his head, blinking away the sleep and turning to look at John, the sunlight now pooling along his collarbone, and Sherlock leans over to press a kiss behind John’s jawline just under his ear, smiling as he whispers, ‘do you know what today is?’ and John smiles softly, eyes still closed and voice low as he says, ‘you know I do’ 

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“You have such nice hair.”

It’s soft, has a tone of marveling to it. It’s quiet, and echoes barely through the walls of their hotel room.

“You always say that,” Yuri replies, holding back a yawn as he turns his head where it has been on the pillow so his left cheek is resting on it, even though he’s on his stomach, splayed out on the bed like a cat leaving not a lot of room for Otabek. When Yuri catches eye contact with Otabek, he can’t help but smile a little. The movement of his head has it so his hair is flopping into his face. Otabek smiles and tucks it back behind his ear. He can see Yuri’s eyes completely now and they’re soft and tired and content.

“You have such nice eyes.”

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  • Baby: p-p-p
  • Parents: Please? What are you trying to say?
  • Baby: p-p-park jinwoo is so beautiful like honestly he is so gorgeous like wow i love his earrings and his smile is so cute and pure and he is just a fluffy bunny and he works so hard and i hope he isn't stressed or anything and he is such an amazing leader and i love his rapping and his voice is so great like park jinwow and i am so so glad that he knows he is handsome thank goodness and his dancing is to die for like what can't he do honestly and jinwoo or sinwoo as he is also known also looks great as a girl honestly he is just so incredible i love park jinwoo
Noona, Unnie (4)

Member: Jimin (Jimin x Reader x OC)

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut  : Poly! BTS

Word Count: 2426

A/N: iight yall, Imma level with ya. My dumb ass thought I queued part 3 ½  to post after the most recent part of Jimin, CEO. OBVIOUSLY that wasn’t the case but by the time I realized it, it was late and I was lazy :P So here is part 3 ½ and 4 combined for a longer Chapter 4.

I know I don’t much feedback but I’d really appreciate feedback on this.

                ~~  Meet Unnie  ~  One  ~  Two  ~  Three  ~~


You screamed into Jimin’s left ear as Unnie did the same to the right ear.

A wide smile spread across his face but his eyes stayed closed. He rolled over with a laugh, an arm tucked seemingly uncomfortably under him and his other arm flung lazily around Unnie’s waist to pull her down next to him. Your smile faltered a bit but you laid on his back. He chuckled happily.

Despite the unbalanced dynamic IT’S JIMIN’S BIRTHDAY! And oh how how you loved birthdays! Your lovers’ especially.

Jealousy couldn’t ruin this. Birthdays brought out a happiness in you that you couldn’t explain.

“Ok come on.” You said after a moment. With swift tug, the covers were completely off of him. He chuckled and stood up, attempting to walk with Unnie but you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room with excitement.

Nearly pushing him onto the couch, you posed in front of a huge, nicely decorated piece of paper.

He read the big words on the top aloud. “Birthday Schedule?”
You nodded excitedly as Unnie came to sit on the arm of the couch, with a smile almost as bright as yours.

“She has been planning for months.” she whispered to him.

He nodded and smiled too.

“OK so first a set up breakfast at your favorite place. Then…”

They let you ramble excitedly until your were rushing them off to get changed. Scurrying to your room, you hoped this would be as exciting as you planned.

“I don’t think I can move.” Jimin complained.

He and Noona came into the dark apartment and he immediately fell back onto the couch. You were parking the car but you still had way more energy than you should. Mostly fueled by what you had to end the night.

She chuckled. “But you are content I assume?”

A smile spread across his face. “Definitely.”

The day had been packed with good food, friends, his parents meeting you for breakfast, and more gifts than he could count.

“Oh! Before you get too sleepy we have to post a thank you and a picture with all your gifts from fans.”

He let his arm slip off the couch in laziness. “We can do it tomorrow. Plus alot of stuff is still in the car. There’s no way Y/N can bring it all up herself.”

Before she could make a comment on how she doubts that, he had already reached out to bring her closer. She landed next to the couch with a huff. “I thought you were tired.”

“I have enough energy for a final present.” He said with closed lids and a grin.

She smacked her teeth and he opened his eyes enough to catch the small smile she was trying to repress.

Without another word he captured her lips in a languid kiss. She was hesitant but even tired, he was hard to pull away from.

Just as she melted in the kiss, you were struggling at the front door. You were able to the door open before his book fanart could slip through your arms. You sat everything down near the front door before locking it behind you.

It had been a long day but you still had one more thing to do. A call of his name died in your throat before you even opened your mouth. Seeing the two of them already so heated drained the rest of your energy. You weren’t sure why but all the birthday excitement was finally weighing on you. You just wanted to sleep.

With careful steps you made your way to your room, at this point getting more and more used to being in there.



The calm dream of sitting near a lake turned into your back laid in the grass with an undeniable heat growing in your stomach. One hand held onto the imaginary green as the other gripped someone’s hair between your legs.

Slowly, you were pulling from your dream, feeling the person more vividly.


Both hands now gripping the person’s hair as your eyes tried to open. You felt it clearly now. A smooth pair of lips placing kisses over your heat. Hands ran up and down your inner thighs telling you exactly who it was. Only one person caressed your thighs like that.

“Unnie.” you called hoarsely. You felt her smile against your inner thigh before laying a kiss there.

You shuddered at her gentle touches. A soft moan slipped past your lips. “Unnie.”

She glanced up at you, removing a hand from your thigh to run a finger up your folds. Her touch wasn’t foreign but it had been a minute since you last felt her touching you so intimately. Momentarily lost in thought, she slipped a finger past your entrance.

Your mouth opened in a breathless ‘O’.

“Has it been a minute, sweetie?” her voice low and seductive. “You’re tighter than I remember.”

She commented with a smile, slipping another finger in before curling them.


“Sweetie, how long has it been since Jimin or I touched you?”

You tried your best to keep your legs open. “T-Too long, Unnie.”

‘Hmm.” was all she replied before leaning down to place a kiss on your clit. “You know…” Another kiss. “I’m just…” Another kiss. “Next door.” she lightly bit this time. You gasped and your back arched, close to your climax.

“Or do you like it when Unnie comes to you?” emphasizing with another curl of her fingers as she pumped harder.

Your legs threatened to close as her head dipped back down to suck your clit as her hands continued.

A string of curses tied with her name erupted as you reached the edge.

She continued through your high, before she slowed and final pulled her hand away with one final kiss your folds. She sat up and moved to lay next to you. You thoughts were still fuzzy and her thighs were closed.

With a tired yet content sigh, you stretched. She propped herself up on her forearm to smile down at you. “Good morning.”

You grin. “Very good morning.”

Her beautiful smile grew wider. “Was this a good way to ask to spend my day off together?” You nod, bending over to pick up a pair of panties and nightgown from the floor. “Good because I haven’t seen you much lately. Especially since Jimin has been extra needy and sleeping in my room at lot more lately.” she hesitated before continuing. “You know…you are welcome as well.”

You gave a weak smile. Of course you knew you were welcome. Until recently, you mostly only came in your room for clothes. Or when they were being extra frisky and you needed sleep. The questioning look she bore into you made you bite the inside of your cheek. You focused your attention in the spot where your white paint met the very off white of your ceiling.

“Jagiya, I know something is wrong.” She gently placed her hand on your cheek to make you refocus on your gaze on her now worried one.

With a sigh, you moved her hand away as you sat up.

“I’m going to go make some coffee.”

A sigh is all you hear as you leave the room.

The coffee doesn’t take long, though you were distracted while it was brewing. Someone shuffles into the kitchen as you fill your cup.

Without warning, a large shirted figure jumps onto the counter next to your cup, almost making you drop your creamer. “You shouldn’t drink so much coffee, agi.” Jimin laughed. A too-big black shirt covered his top half while only boxers covered the bottom.

It was your favorite look on him. It let you know he was relaxed. Plus the fabric was as easy to slip off as it was to slip on.

Disregarding his comment, you put away your still in tact bottle of creamer and make your way to the living room. You weren’t sure if she was still in your bedroom but you wanted to avoid anymore of the conversation she was trying to start.

Unfazed by your silence, he jumps onto the couch next to you.

What is up with his jumping today?

Out of habit he tries to grab your legs to place them on his lap but you jerk them away as soon as he grabs them. For a second, he eyes you looking for a reason. You expect him to question you but instead he quietly turns his attention to the TV.

It wasn’t long before you felt his hand on yours. You tense up as he begins to play with your fingers. Glancing over, you notice he is absentmindedly doing so.

Part of you wanted to pull your hand away but instead you relaxed in the back of the couch, lazily watching his hands play with yours.

“Y/N.” You meet his eyes and realize he is watching you. He flashes a sweet smile but you can’t find the sense to return it. Your body is frozen the same way it was the first time he ever smiled at you.

He leans his forehead to rest on yours. “You’re so beautiful.”

Something in hearing those words come from him for the first time in so long sets a fire in you. One opposite of the jealous anger you had become acquainted with.

Your lips are against his in a second. You feel his smile against your lips.

All movements almost on autopilot as you slide to straddle him. His hands grab at your waist pulled you toward him as you grind down on his lap. His needy moan makes you smile as you open your mouth to allow him in. Your hands move quickly to his boxers. You didn’t bother palming him through the fabric, too deprived to wait to feel him in your hands again. Removing his cock from the thin boxers you begin stroking him as he moans deliciously into your mouth. You pull away, looking into his eyes as you lift to move the crotch of your panties out of the way. His half lidded eyes stared into yours as you lined his tip with your entrance. You sigh as you slid down on his cock.

His lips find the curve of your neck after removing your nightgown, every now and then moaning profanities as you steadily move your hips. You start slowly, relishing in the feeling and the attention. It didn’t last long until you needed more. Your hips moved faster, grinding down against him. His impatience was clear as he began thrusting upward to meet your movements. Occasionally, your clit brushing against his hips.

“Fuck.” you cursed. The feeling was indescribable but you were waiting for him to hit the spot he always found.

The sweat on your forehead mixes with his as you lean against his. You bite your lip as you watch his pleasured face. The only thing that could fuel you more would be your name falling from his lips.

You drop a hint as you release a rather dramatic moan of his name. When his mouth opens you smile wickedly but halt your movements as soon as he speaks.


The neediness in his voice throws you for a half a second but it doesn’t mask the name he called. You scramble off of him, trying not to let the loss of contact openly affect you.

His confused eyes shoot open and turn to your heavy breathing figure. “What-” he begins to protest but stops at the tears already rimming your eyes.

“What’s my name Jimin?”

He pauses still looking confused and unsatisfied when his eyes go wide. “I didn’t mean-”

He attempts to reach for you but you push his hand away.

“Stop, you know I didn’t mean to call y-”

“Why do you do this?” You ask suddenly. “Why do you cast me aside? Do you not like citrus? Is that it? Am I not mature enough to acknowledge in any other way?”

“Citrus? What are y-?”

“You don’t even realize that this is the first time you have actually acknowledged me in so long.”

“Just because we don’t have sex everyday?”

“This isn’t about sex Jimin! Tell me, when was the last time you told me you loved me before a few minutes ago. Or slept in my bed?” You paused, not sure if you should even mention this. “Or even looked at me.”

“What’s going on?” Unnie comes frowning down the hallway in an oversized night shirt and shorts. Immediately he is drawn to her. His eyes glance over her form almost hungrily. His glory is covered with a pillow but you can tell he is trying not to stay hard.

In a whisper, you let it slip. “I shouldn’t have done this.”

“‘This’ what?” she questions. “We’ve all had sex on the couch.”

“No!” You shout. “THIS!” You point crazily between the three of us.

Her face falls. “You don’t mean that.”

You nod. “This was a stupid idea. How could I even think two perfect people like you could incorporate me into your lives?”

“Don’t say that.” She says, her heart breaking more with every frantic word from your mouth.

You don’t respond as you pick up your nightgown

“Y/N, I love you!” she says desperately.

“I know. I love you too.” You fix your panties, ignoring the sensitivity of being unsatisfied. “But not as much as you love each other and definitely not as much as he loves you.”

“Y/N this is insane. You know how I feel.” You frown at his words.

“I’m saying I love you and trying to find some reason to stay in this weird triangle and you still can’t say you love me.” You look right at him.

“Please don’t do this.” she pleads, grabbing your hand. You can’t bare to see her cry but your mind is fried and can’t think straight past what you’ve have already decided.

You remove her hand from yours before grabbing your backpack by the door after sliding on your coat and shoes. You silently hope your wallet and phone are still in it so you can stay away for a while.

Ten minutes of odd stares at the crying freak and walking uncomfortably, you knock on someone’s door.  

When it opens you stare at Hoseok through tear blurred eyes. “Don’t say I told you so.”

Without hesitation he welcomes you into his apartment and into his arms.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Reaction to Their S/O Being Touchy When In The Mood

Requested: Can I have a reaction for NCT 127 (without mark and haechan) when their gf bites/licks their ear because your in the mood? Please take your time you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to and I really like your blog its 👌👌

A/N: Enjoy friends


Originally posted by chokemewinwin

He would be a bit startled, flinching away awkwardly.
He’d laugh soon after, bringing a hand to his ear before nudging you, bringing a smile to your lips.
“Oh- you scared me.”


Originally posted by taeiloves

I think Taeil would enjoy the sensation, playful words spilling from his lips as he turned a sultry gaze toward you.
He’d be playful, making you grin, yet mean his commanding words.
“You just can’t resist me-”


Originally posted by txnct

Jae would know what’s up.
He’d smirk at you before turning back to whatever it was he was doing, smiling to himself.
He’d tease you by acknowledging your advances, but remaining silent. He’d wait until your chic demeanor left and a whine left your pouting lips before giving you attention.


Originally posted by taeyongd

I think Taeyong would squirm a little, laughing to himself gently.
Similarly to Jaehyun, I think he’d tease you, but with words.
“You’re so needy.”


Originally posted by nakamotens

[I don’t think he’d actually react like this, I just wanted to use this gif.]

Surprised to say the least.

To The Moon And Back

It was exactly after three in the morning when you tried to call Calum, meaning it was midnight there. It rang a few times before a message popped up saying he was unavailable for FaceTime. You pouted slightly, knowing that one of your boyfriend’s bandmates or his family beat you to it. So, figuring he was busy with talking to someone else, or sleeping, you shot him a quick text telling him “Happy Birthday!!!!” and a few kisses and heart emoticons, making a mental note to call him first thing in the morning.

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The Opposite of Cute

Prompt: Batman gets turned into a puppy

AN: While not a sequel this story does have a counter part, called Cute. Click here to read that.

Words: 276

“He doesn’t look very happy.”

          “He just got turned into a dog, of course he’s not happy!”

          “I kind of like him like this.”

          You’re a bit confused by the conversation taking place, but you can’t help but smile as you go on your tiptoes to see what the boys are looking at. Your smile turns into a bit of a frown as you say, “Really Damian, another dog? How’s this going to make Titus feel?”

          Damian’s ears turn red, as the other boys began cackling, and the dog growls. You kneel on the ground next to him and scratch behind his ears. He leans into your touch and you smile, “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a fluffy puppy? Who’s a cute puppy?” You pet the dog for a few minutes longer before asking the boys, “Did you ask your dad about the dog?”

          Jason just cackles and you raise an eyebrow in question. Dick gives a nervous smile before saying, “Well, you see, the dog is kind of, actually Bruce.” Your hand stills on the dogs head and you turn to look at him.

          You consider the words for a moment before turning to your husband and saying, “I never thought of you as a German Shepherd to be honest.” There’s this growl and you just turn back to the boys, “The league is working on this?”

          Tim nods, “Twenty-four hours until he changes back.”

          You smile and turn back to Bruce, “If you promise to be a good dog, I’ll let you sleep on the bed.”

          Damian’s eyes go wide and he exclaims, “That’s not fair, you don’t let Titus on the furniture!”

Welcome Home

Originally posted by daddyvaleska18

Prompt: “46. I thought you were dead!” & “102. Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

Warnings: None, just a fluffy drabble. ❤️

So many emotions invaded your being when you opened your up your apartment door to see your boyfriend. Your dead boyfriend,Jerome Valeska. You didn’t know whether to be happy, confused, excited, horny or mad. The last time you had seen him was the night he died in your arms. You were devastated and a sobbing mess. Yeah, your boyfriend friend was a psychotic murder but anyone watching the scene displayed by you that night was enough to break anyone’s heart.

“Miss me, cupcake?” His voice sounded like music to your ears and the slightest smile formed on your lips. You slowly brought your hands up to both sides of his face. He was real and he was standing in your doorway. You took this time to study your lover’s features. His eyes were still the same beautiful blueish color, but you couldn’t help but to notice the painful looking staples going around his face. He was still handsome nonetheless.

“I thought you were dead…” You whispered as tears brimmed at your eyes.

“Surprised? Honestly babe, I thought you would have replaced your sweet lil Romey.” You gave him a small chuckle and shook your head.

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?” You smiled and tilted your head to the side.

“Mm…you’re right. Now how about a welcome home blowie?” Jerome grew a mischievous grin on his lips and how could you say no?

what she says: i’m fine

what she means: will solace’s mother is named naomi solace and she is an alt-country singer who met apollo in austin, texas so will could possibly be from texas and i know he’s a healer but i bet he sings some of his mothers songs with her or she sings to him and plays the guitar for him and she’s got his smile and their hair curls around their ears the same way and it seems that she’s alive and well and that makes me really happy

The Day After The 23rd (AO3)

Summary: It’s Dean’s birthday today. That’s all.

Cas kisses along his jaw, light and playful, just enough to wake him up. Dean still grumbles though, feigning annoyance. 

“You have to wake up, Dean. It’s a very special day and celebrations start now.” Cas speaks softly into his ear.

Dean can’t help the smile that pulls at the corner of his lips. Cas chuckles, that deep rumble that Dean loves. 

“I can see you smiling. You’re not fooling anyone, Dean Winchester.” Cas says, pushing up from the bed to hover over him. Dean’s smile widens when Cas starts littering small kisses all over his face.

“Fine but why do the celebrations have to be out of bed?” Dean says, circling his arms around Cas’ waist.

“Who said the celebrations had to be out of bed?” Cas retorts, with a large, gummy smile on his face. 

“Oh, really?” Dean says, leaning up to finally kiss Cas on the lips. Cas smiles into it, lowering himself down until their bodies melt together.

“However,” kiss, “you will have to,” kiss, “get up a bit later,” kiss, “for your presents.” 

Dean pulls back. “You got me presents?” 

Castiel furrows his eyebrows together. “Of course I got you presents. Sam did too. So did your mother.” Dean starts to groan but Cas cuts him off quickly. “And…we got you pie.”

Dean grumbles. “Fine. But right now I just want you.”

Cas doesn’t hesitate before diving back down, their lips meeting again and again, their hands travelling all over each other’s bodies but before they can get too far Dean pulls away.

Cas tilts his head to the side. “Dean? What’s wrong?”

Dean clears his throat and flicks his eyes between Cas and the wall behind him. “I - uh - just wanted to say that this is…nice.” Cas eyebrows pulls together. “You know I’m, ah, not really one to celebrate birthdays but now that we’re…together…it’s - ah - nice.”

Dean nearly rolls his eyes at himself. Nice? What sort of speech was that? 

But somehow Cas’ eyes seem to smile as though he knows exactly what Dean is trying to say. 

“I know. I love you too. Happy Birthday, Dean.”

Happy Birthday, Dean.

Happy Birth -

Dean’s eyes flutter open to find the grey wall of his cell staring back at him. It’s light, which means that it’s the day after the twenty third of January. 

His chest hurts. 

It was going to be his first birthday with Cas. And not just with Cas there but with Cas. Together. A sudden punch of laughter bursts out of his mouth. Even his mum was going to be there. His freaking mum. Dean’s smile fades quickly.

His chest still hurts.

He eyes the scratchings on the wall. Five weeks and five days. Dean reaches across and uses his gritty nail to scratch another line. Six days.

Five weeks and six days. 

Dean stopped praying a while ago. Because he knows that if he heard Cas praying to him every night from somewhere where he couldn’t reach him, he wouldn’t be able to handle it. 

Because he knows that even if he doesn’t pray Cas can still feel Dean longing for him.

So Dean closes his eyes again and thinks of blue eyes and soft touches and he knows that Cas is going to come for them. For him. Right?