“Hey buddy,” Dean says, scratching an old, missed blood spot from his knife. He looks at Cas. “Coming?”
Cas has been with them months, now. They’ve been taking larger cases. Bigger problems finding them. They’d bested the apocalypse. Faced God himself, and found themselves coming through it. And, as it turns out, the other side consists of Cas sleeping with a blade under his pillow, a gun under Dean’s and clothes Dean lets him borrow that never seem to be fully free of blood stains no matter how much they wash them.
“Coming?” Dean asks again. It’s the same question. Always. Cas has answered it a hundred times, and yet Dean finds himself saying the words the same way, still, like a ritual. Cas smiles. He knows his lines, too:
“Always,” Cas says, and Dean’s shoulders relax, if only a little. But there’s another part of him that feels betrayed. Like Cas would’ve done anything for Dean, even if he wasn’t happy.
The night ends in sweat and blood, bandaging each other. Dean can feel the way his eyes are lit with a glaze of adrenaline. He looks away when Cas catches it.
The bathroom is too small for three men as they get ready for bed, shouldering past each other while they brush their teeth. The room is too small, too. Three beds hard to come by. Some nights Dean finds himself on the hard floor. Sometimes it’s Cas or Sam.
Sleep is sparing, even less when Sam starts to snore.
Tonight Cas on the floor, Dean in the bed above, listening to the sound of Sammy to his left, Cas’s breaths on the floor next to him too shallow to be asleep. Dean swallows.
“Do you miss it?” he whispers.
“Heaven?” Cas asks, quietly. “No.”
Sam snores again, rolling to his side, the sounds getting smaller.
“I just mean. Are you happy here? Are we enough?” Dean gestures in the dark, even if he knows no one can see it. “Is this life enough for you?”
Cas sits up. He makes his way to the side of the bed, sitting on the edge of it. Even though it’s dark, Dean can see hesitation in his face.
“No,” he says, quietly.
Dean’s face falls. His chest hurts as he grips the blankets, sitting up.
“This life,” he says. “I know it’s not for everyone. It’s what I want, but you don’t have to want this. You don’t have to…” his voice cracks.
He swallows. He knows what he needs to say next, but it hurts. It’s painful trying to think of his life without half his wardrobe stolen, or the sight of Cas’s cheek smashed against the window through the rearview mirror while he drools in his sleep.
He blinks back tears, grateful it’s dark. He thinks of all the times he’s asked Cas if he’s coming, feeling his chest swell with the words “always.” He knows if he asks now, the answer would be the same. Which only makes it that much harder to say what he does next.
“You don’t have to stay.”
Hearing the words come from his own mouth makes his tears fall more freely now, and he suddenly thinks it’s not dark enough with the glare of the neon signs outside seeping through the thin curtains.
Then, there are hands, wiping away his cheeks. Cas crawls into bed next to him, wrapping his arms around Dean. It’s new and unexpected, but Cas is breaking a barrier between them as he grabs one of Dean’s hands, bringing it to his lips to just hold it there.
“I don’t want to leave you,” Cas says, when Dean is finally calm.
“There’s no white picket ending here for you,” Dean whispers, feeling his heart beat faster as he feels Cas’s warm breaths close. “You said it yourself, it’s not enough.”
Cas pulls Dean in closer, kissing him on the forehead.
“I don’t need a lot. But I do need you,” Cas says. And, suddenly, Dean understands.
“I’m in love with you,” Cas finishes.
He needs more, Dean acknowledges. And Dean finally realizes that he does, too.
“I love you, too,” he whispers back, leaning in and kissing Cas for the first time. It’s slow. Gentle. Melting away Dean’s fears as he realizes that maybe Cas can be happy here. With him.
When they pull away, Cas is smiling. His eyes bright.
“Ask me if you’re enough,” he whispers, pulling them closer together.
Dean smiles, too. It’s awkward, but he asks it quietly: “Is this enough for you, Cas? Am I enough?”
Cas pulls him in, kissing his forehead reverently.
how about heaven telling Cas he will have to stay with Kelly and raise the child together and when Dean finds out, well you can guess he will no take the news really great??
when did you start taking orders again?” Dean asked. He was
sitting, planted at a table, half turned in his chair, elbow propped
up on the back of it.
shook his head. There was a lump in his throat, but he couldn’t seem to
swallow it. “It’s not an order, Dean, it’s a request. If I do
it, the slate’ll be wiped clean. I’ll be right with heaven again.
I won’t have to run. It’s a good thing.”
sounds real good.”
does that mean?”
means, you get the little hellspawn on your hip, and then what? What
do you even know about raising a baby?”
learn,” he said without conviction.
learn… how to raise the devil’s baby… all by yourself.”
raise, protect. And I’ll only be by myself if Kelly doesn’t
make it through the birth.”
Cassandra kisses with wariness. She’s always dreamed of love and romance so she is always worried she’ll mess something up. She tastes of mint, her mouth always fresh and clean. Cassandra’s kisses are quick but if you initiate slow, tender kisses, she melts in your arms, her skin flushing.
Josephine kisses with bliss. She’s tender and hungry with her kisses, always needy but caring. Her kisses are usually long-lasting, her mouth tasting of some sort of sweet tea. Josephine enjoys it when she see’s you lick you lips after one of her kisses, she knows you love her taste.
Cullen kisses with intensity. His kisses are usually always needy, his arms always around your body as he will hold you close to him. He tastes of coffee, bittersweet and addicting. Cullen loves watching you airily laugh after one of his hungry kisses.
Iron Bull kisses with fervor. His kisses are long and, occasionally, sloppy, but that’s one thing that makes his kisses so special. He usually tastes of some sort of alcohol, something always strong. The Iron Bull loves your kisses when you kiss him on his chest or neck, they’re light and tender.
Sera kisses with hunger. She’s always wanted something normal and you’re just what she’s been looking for. Her kisses taste of something sweet or something bitter, never and in-between. Sera loves kissing on the lips, the interconnection reminding her that she’s right there in the moment.
Sloas kisses with deliberation. His kisses are usually thought out before, excluding your first shared kiss. He tastes of nothing but he makes up for it by kissing you long and hard. Solas loves getting kisses on the corner of his lips, he enjoys a little tease.
Dorian kisses with devotion. His kisses are real and he wants you to know that, he always wants you to know that he wants you. He kisses longingly and lovingly, usually tasting of a bitter tea. Dorian enjoys teasing you with kisses on the back of your neck, light, peppery kisses.
Blackwall kisses with reluctance. He loves you dearly and after what he had done, he fears that any wrong move he will be gone in and instance. His kisses aren’t slow nor quick, but usually they’re just on the lips and that’s it. Blackwall absolutely loves it when you hold him and place slow kisses on his lips, he knows you truly do love him then.
I’m sorry if this is not what the requester originally intended. I just took the first idea I thought given the prompt and I ran with it. It’s not totally NSFW but boy oh boy is it steamy. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I’VE EVER WRITTEN SMUT PLEASE DON’T HURT ME. Enjoy!
“You know, you really need to be careful around me when you’re in that dress,” Jefferson stated, a wide grin spread across his face, and a mischievous spark in his eyes.
You smiled back.
“Well maybe that’s my intent, Mr. Jefferson.”
You had been seeing Thomas for a few weeks now, and had been growing fonder and fonder of him. Tonight he had taken you out to a very posh restaurant, which was something you weren’t entirely used to, but your experience there so far had been exquisite. You had definitely dressed for the occasion: a velvet, deep purple dress that hugged your curves perfectly. You knew you looked amazing, and you could tell that Thomas agreed by the way he had been eyeing you the entire night long. The dinner had been finished, and you both were sitting at the table drinking glasses of red wine.
“Ah, dear (Y/N), I have some plans for you tonight…” he said, his voice getting raspy.
“Plans?” you raised your eyebrows as you asked innocently.
You were walking back to your home, arm and arm with Jefferson. It was almost completely dark out, your pathway only being lit by the stars and candles sitting in the windows of homes. You were both quiet, but enjoying each others presence anyhow. You approached your home.
“So,” Jefferson suddenly said, as you approached your porch.
“Should I kiss you goodbye tonight?”
He suddenly snagged you by the waist, pulling your body up against his, and locking his arms behind your back.
“Or tomorrow morning?”
You blushed, giggled, and tried to wriggle out of his arms.
“Let go of me!” you exclaimed between laughs.
“Nope. You’re mine now, pretty lady!” He laughed before diving down to shower a myriad of little kisses on your cheeks.
You giggled as you writhed in his arms, but to no avail. He had quite the grip on you.
Suddenly, his fast pecks melted into slow, sensual ones. He would kiss your cheek gently and linger there for a moment before finding a new spot, and planting another gentle kiss there. You stopped wriggling.
Eventually he began working his way up your jawbone. You felt a certain warmness in your stomach. You longed for him, and he knew you did. He was enjoying every second of teasing you. He was going to make you beg.
He continued placing kisses dangerously close to your lips, before moving down to your neck, peppering the area. You couldn’t take it anymore.
You felt him smile. He let out a chuckle before finally pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He then lifted his head up, looking down and smiling at you. You wanted more.
His grin grew wider before crashing his lips into yours. You were surprised by how sweet and velvety they were. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer as your lips moved in sync. You felt his hands suddenly begin to slide down your back, until they reached your ass. You continued making out as you felt him give you a light squeeze.
Two could play at that game.
You unwrapped one of your hands from his neck, and gently placed it on the area between his legs. You slowly began to move your hand back and forth, back and forth.
He let out a moan as he bit your bottom lip.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
Suddenly, he parted from you. You didn’t care. You continued stroking him.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
His excitement was becoming more and more noticeable.
You looked up at him, beaming.
“Naughty, naughty, naughty.”
“Do something about it.” you suggested.
“If you insist.”
He bent down and threw you over his shoulder. You let out a playful scream as he carried you into the house, slamming the door behind him and heading towards the nearest piece of furniture. He finally set you down in your bedroom.
“Now then, as much as I love this dress on you, I think it’s time you lost it.”
You turned around and he began pulling at the lace on the back, loosening the dress as it began to fall off of you. Once it had completely slid off, you began to turn you around. He stopped you, and quickly pushed you up against the nearest wall. He breathed heavily as he passionately kissed the back of your neck, then gently sucking and biting on your neck and shoulders. His hands slid their way to your breasts, and he fondled you while running his tongue along the new hickeys.
You let out a moan and a light cry as he suddenly brought his hand down on your ass.
“My God, (Y/N), we should have done this long ago…” he breathed as he massaged your breast with one hand and your ass with the other.
He then slowly turned you around, and began kissing you once again, He grinded his hips into yours.
“You know,” you began, pulling your lips away from his, “I think it’s time you lost some clothes.”
He smirked, stepped back from you and began undressing. First his coat, followed by his shirt, followed by his belt, followed by his pants. You both stood before each other in your underwear. You admired his chest and abdomen, both abundant with muscle. You placed your hand on his chest, and slowly moved it down to his abs.
“Wow…” you breathed.
He smirked, enjoying the attention. You always knew he was a handsome man, but he looked irresistible with his shirt off.
He suddenly drew close to you, hooked his arms around your thighs, and lifted you up. You giggled as he carried you towards the bed, then set you down and gave you a light push so you laid flat on your back.
He sat on the space below you, before lifting up your legs and giving gentle kisses to your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your panties. Finally, he reached dead center, and began kissing the cloth, which progressed into long, sensual licks. You arched your back and moaned, as he continued to lick you. Finally, he slid your panties down, and skillfully worked them off your legs. He then returned, burying his face in you and overwhelming you with pleasure.
“I wish we could sneak into the headmaster’s office at Hogwarts.”
Dean doesn’t open his eyes, just runs his fingers through Cas’s hair. The smell of sunshine and autumn leaves is intoxicating, and Dean considers moving to bury his face in that hair, but the perfection of Cas’s weight against his side and his head resting on his chest wins out. He settles for several deep breaths.
“The headmaster’s office?” Dean murmurs.
“I don’t know anyone else who has a penseive.”
Warm silence fills the room as Dean continues to preen Cas’s hair with his fingers. Finally he asks, “Where would we go?”
“Back to the barn.”
Dean chuckles. “Cas, I stabbed you in the chest.”
“You weren’t afraid of anything, Dean. So brave, so bright. I wish you could see what I saw.”
Dean’s hand leaves Cas’s hair to trail down his bare back, resting between his shoulder blades. “I’d go back to the barn just to see your wings,” he says softly.
Cas shudders at the touch.
“I’m sorry, Cas,” Dean whispers.
“I don’t regret giving up my grace.”
Dean’s hand presses against Cas’s back. He opens his mouth, searching, but before he can find words Cas props himself up on one elbow and speaks again, blue eyes piercing.
“Dean. I do not regret giving up my grace. Life with you is worth more than feathers and flying, more than healing you and Sam and smiting demons. One day with you, like this, is better than centuries surrounded by angels in hea–”
His words are stopped by Dean’s lips against his own. Their kisses are slow and sweet, melting away the melancholy, leaving only longing and hope and home.
As Magnus stepped out of the portal and Into his living room, he was greeted by the sight of Alec curled up on his couch, sipping on a cup of tea.
“Magnus!” He smiled and in one smooth movement he stood up and put the cup on the table. Alec walked up to Magnus and put a hand on his neck, his palm warm and soft against Magnus’ skin. “I’ve missed you.” Alec said as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Magnus’ lips.
“Missed you too.” Magnus hummed in response. All the stress and tension building up during the day melting away in Alec’s presence, as always. “How was your day?” Magnus asked as they moved towards the couch, dropping down on it, side by side. Magnus was turned to look at Alec, their hands entwined in Magnus’ lap.
“Oh, you know. The usual.” Alec let go of one of Magnus’ hands, gesturing with it as he spoke. “Killing demons, keeping Jace from getting in trouble, writing reports for the clave. All boring shadowhunter stuff.”
“Hm. More like Head of the Institute stuff.” Magnus pointed out, smiling. He liked reminding Alec of his position, not only because Magnus was proud of him, but because it made Alec smile and his eyes glitter.
“So, how was the high warlock of Brooklyn’s day?” Alec smiled that beautiful half-smile and raised one eyebrow. He looked so cute when he did that Magnus thought.
“Oh, you know. Fixing peoples mistakes, making potions, checking on wards and for a change, I actually had a new costumer today.” Alec nodded, eyes fixed on Magnus, waiting for him to keep talking. “Some athlete thought I was a heeler and hired me for massage. Most of it I did with magic of course, but these hands can do more than enough on their own.” Magnus wiggled his fingers of his free hand as he spoke.
“Oh.” Alec said, his smile dropped for a second, before returing, though this time it was more of a grin. “You know, my shoulders are a bit tense from all the .. shadowhunting.. you know, killing demons.” Alec said while rubbing his neck.
“Is that so?” Magnus said, rasing his eyebrow at Alec.
“Yeah. It’s hard work keeping the world safe you know.” Alec continued without acknowledging Magnus’ raised eyebrow and was still rubbing his neck.
“Oh, I bet it is.” Magnus stroked Alec’s cheek, let go of Alec’s other hand and stood up. “I suggest a hot bath.” He added before pretending to walk away.
“Magnus!” Alec whined behind him. Magnus stopped and smiled before turning around.
“Yes darling?” Magnus said as he walked around the couch so he stood behind Alec. He put his hands on Alec’s shoulder, gently rubbing them. “Is anything wrong?”
“No.” Alec hummed, moving forward and pulling at Magnus’ arms. Without effort Magnus swong a leg over the couch and sat down behind Alec, their bodies pressed close togheter. Alec leaned back against Magnus, his breathing slow and his body melting into Magnus.
“Do you feel better?” Magnus whispered in Alec’s ear as his hands continued down Alec’s back, working over Alec’s muscles.
“Mmhm.” Alec hummed and turned his head, catching Magnus’ lips with his own for a lazy kiss. “But I might still need that bath.” Alec whispered against Magnus’ lips.
“You know, I thought you had runes for this.” Magnus teased. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were flirting with me Alexander.”
“Oh, shut up. Just come take a bath with me.” Alec laughed and he was now standing in front of the couch with his hand reaching out for Magnus.
“So you do have runes for this?!” Magnus gasped in fake chock. “Have you been using me Alexander?” Magnus put a hand over his heart as if in pain. “How could you?”
“I’ll make it up to you if you take a bath with me.” Alec smiled. “I could return the favor, but naked in a bathtub.” Alec winked at Magnus, his cheeks a light shade of pink. Even though they’ve been together for awhile now, Alec could still get adorably blushy. Magnus snapped his fingers before taking Alec’s hand and standing up.
“Why, you should’ve just said that to begin with.” Magnus smiled, moving closer, stealing a quick kiss before they started walking toward the bathroom hand in hand. In there the bath was ready, waiting for them.
“Having such a magical boyfriend comes with a lot of perks.” Alec smiled when he saw the bathtub. Alec threw off his shirt before grabbing Magnus by the waist, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
Together the two men relaxed in the warm bath, talking about their days, in each others embrace. Another perk of having a magical boyfriend was that the water never turned cold so you could stay there for hours.
Seth Rollins/OC: You have a terrible nightmare and the first person you can think of to call is your ex while you’re crying and hoping he can help cheer you up. Fluff then smut. Requested by @screamersdontdance
I wrote another request!!! It’s lit! But I have more Braun ideas so the next couple may be Braun again. Idk yet tho, we’ll see.