#i needed softness

[youchangedmedestiel]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Explicit 

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Words: 1,102

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester 

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester 

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Fluff, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Anal Fingering, Cas is teasing Dean, Dean Winchester is Loved, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, POV Dean Winchester 

Summary:

Cas makes Dean's head spin. Multiple times.

[blushie14]

💜 💜 💜

[memes-saved-me]

Really?

[whirlybirbs]

ok but u KNOW nyx would be drooling over the general in that dress hot damn

“You look breathtaking.”

Oh, he’s laying it on thick. 

You laugh, putting your earrings in as the Commander watches from his perch on the edge of your bed. You lean in the mirror of the small refresher, smoothing out the pleats of the long, glimmering black sleeves. 

“You’re sure it’s not too much?”

Nyx snorts. He stands, wanders over, and towers behind you. Tattooed knuckles come to sweep the curve of your shoulders. Brown eyes trace your features, trying to memorize this rare look. 

(You and Ru had been invited by the Senator of Felucia to a gala celebrating the latest successes in the war campaign -- namely the leadership of the Jedi/Commander duo of yourself and Nyx. The Senator was thankful for both of your recent efforts towards aiding the rebuilding of farms destroyed in the latest push East of the capital.)

“No,” he shakes his head, “You’re perfect.”

“Quit staring,” you mumble sheepishly, “And finish getting ready -- you can’t duck out this. They’re quite literally honoring you.”

Nyx pulls a frown. The Commander leans, then, and places a quick series of kisses to the slope of your cheek. He doesn’t move, though, and loops his arms around your waist as he tucks his mouth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He plants a smile laden kiss there and laughs when you squirm. 

“Nyx --”

“I know, I know,” a wink as he pulls away, “After.”

You swat at his arm, awe smeared across your lips. “Jerk.”

“A jerk who shined his armor just for this thing.”

“Well hurry up and put it on,” you flick the lights off to the refresher as the Commander bends to pull his long sleeve blacks over his tattooed arms and shoulders. You stare, greedily, as you speak, “Because I know Ru is going to want this to be cut short.”

“Me too,” mutters Nyx, “Rubbing shoulders with politicians? No thanks.”

“They might give you a medal,” you croon, leaning on the dresser and watching him work on the pieces of his newly cleaned armor, “Wouldn’t that be something?”

He snorts. “Fuck a medal.”

You hum. “I’ll take a week of leave instead of medal, just putting that out there.”

“I’ll make sure to tell the Senator that, love.”

[thistableforone]

supercorp + instagram + weekend get-away 

[trashipsinc]

because i’m my own responsible adult, I made myself a bowl of porridge with hazelnut paste and milk chocolate chips. as the dessert of my dinner, yes