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CAN WE NORMALIZE MAKING FICS OF THIS FYNE MAN ?!?

GIRL DAD!DEAN HEADCANNONS

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who swears he's gonna be the cool, chill dad. let her stay up late, eat whatever she wants, let her go to parties, and experience the teen life he never got to. but when he finally gets to hold her? that idea is out the window. because this is his baby girl. he's the one who's going to protect her all her life.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who insisted on being the one to do late night feedings. even when he was a walking zombie on his feet. he knows that while he was away on a hunt, his partner was the one taking care of her. so he'd gladly be the one to take over and let them sleep.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who also just loves spending time with his daughter at night. holding her skin to skin, looking down at her like she'd placed each star in the sky. in his mind she had. the little bundle of joy he looked down at was his saving grace.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who hums classic rock whenever she's fussy. rocking her in his arms and all.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who completely loses his gruff exterior. he can face monsters and what goes bump in the night- but if his little girl even looks like she's about to pout or shed a tear? he's jumping over the couch to soothe her. even asking if she wants desert early even though he shouldn't.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who gets weighed down by guilt whenever he leaves for a hunt. it eats at him. he feels like he's missing so much of her first year, and life, when he leaves. but it's a double edged sword. because he's leaving to gank as many monsters as he possibly can. it's his job to make the world something safe for her to grow up in. he just wishes he didn't have to be away from her to do it.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who goes into his daughter's room every night, no matter what time it is. he dodges stuffed animals and haphazardly tossed toys to squat next to her bed. he whispers goodnight and places a kiss against her forehead, taking a moment to look down at the little bundle of light he made.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who reads to his daughter every night. he sits up in bed with her, having her tucked beneath his arm, and reading stories from his childhood. or princess books he found at yard sales and book stores while away. he uses different accents to demonstrate the characters. dean doesn't admit it but he's more into it than his daughter is.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who sometimes falls asleep in his daughter's bed because they were up late reading.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who started a collection of kids books. each hunt, he goes to the library to scour the 50 cent books. he'll walk out spending twenty bucks if he's unsupervised. he goes to book shops and yard sales. there are books from when he was little, the magic tree house, Percy Jackson (for when she gets older), and Pete the cat in his collection. they all live on a bookshelf inside her room.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who turns into a five-star nurse whenever she gets hurt. if she'd got a cut, scrape, or even a bruise, he's jumping into action.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who does sometimes ask her if she needs a "whambulance" when she cries. but he says it when she's crying over something very silly. he'll wrap her up in his arms after, though.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who lets her dress him up. he's sitting still for his makeup and nails to be done. he'll swear it's because it works with the ladies, but really, he just loves spending time with his daughter. and he starts to enjoy having different colored nails every few weeks.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who does monster checks at night. he grew up being told to be a 'man' and look in the closet by himself. it never sat right with him to do it to his daughter. so, he's getting on hands and knees yelling at the monsters beneath her bed that he doesn't "play around." his daughter usually stands in the doorway giggling at him. blissfully unaware that there actually could have been something beneath her bed.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who gets sage from rowena and sages his daughter's room.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who plays games like a pro. he's undefeated at hide and seek. although, his daughter hid in the dryer machine and he seriously thought she was lost for a minute. he almost pulled his hair out before finding her. but when he did, he crashed to the floor in a laughing fit. that is the first place he checks now, though.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who is a goof with her. they're tossing french fries at each other across a diner booth, trying to see how many they can get in the other's mouth. they have races to the car. they place bets on what 'grass clippings' uncle sammy's gonna get for lunch. usually she wins.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who tries to make shaped pancakes. his mickey mouse needs some serious work. though, his daughter never complains. she likes guessing what it's supposed to be and giggling when dean says, "What!? No, that's totally a heart. You can see.... okay, maybe not. Just eat your breakfast, kid."

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who cannot say no to her.

⋆˚꩜｡ girl dad!dean who always tells her that he's proud of her. he never got that growing up- and he wanted to make sure that she does. because he's so proud of her in every little thing she does.

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Ruin or ruin?

riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)

you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.

satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prep—his fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and begging—it's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.

"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."

you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.

he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.

"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. just—take your time."

you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelming—full, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.

"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."

you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"

"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it's—" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."

you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.