Yall Destiel shippers need to learn about JotakakâŚthose shippers were making mpreg shit since day one too
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Code Red
Dean Winchester x Reader (female reader)
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: You get really bad period cramps and Dean is there to comfort you.
A/N: I need more silly little ideas like this plssss. I always have no much motivation to write but nothing to write.
From the moment you wake up, you know itâs going to be a bad few days. You rush to the bathroom, feeling the all too familiar sensation in your lower abdomen, cursing biology and your own anatomy. The concept of periods were already bad enough, bleeding for days straight, with only a few weeks of reprive in between, but everything else that came with it was somehow even worse. You could deal with the bloodflow. Was it unpleasant? Sure. But manageable. The cramps though⌠those could sometimes take you out of commission entirely. And considering how bad they are already, you start mentally preparing yourself for the worst.
You look for painkillers in the bathroom. Anythingâ Ibuprofen, acetaminophen, naproxen, aspirin, fucking anything, but thereâs nothing there. You sigh and wince as you stand, bracing yourself on the sink. You take a breath and slowly make your way through the bunker to the kitchen, where Dean is already sitting, nursing a cup of coffee. You ignore him as you walk straight to the cabinets and rumage through all of them.
âFuck!â You shout in frustration, hand gripping your abdomen.
Sam stops in his tracks at your outburst, halfway through the doorway. He looks at Dean, then back at you. âWhatâd he do now?â
âWhat??â Dean sits up straighter. âI didnâtâ She justââ He waves off his brother and focuses on you. âWhatâs wrong?â
âWhere are all the goddamn painkillers?â
âTheyâre not in there?â he asks, and you give him a look that makes him regret asking. âRight. OkayâŚâ His eyes drift down to your stomach and he notices the way youâre holding yourself. Oh. âIâll go get some,â he says as he stands, taking one more sip from his coffee.
You donât say thanks, but itâs implied. You sit down at the table and hold your head in your hands.
âYou all good on⌠uhâ supplies?â Dean asks from the doorway.
âYes.â You grumble. âJust the painkillers.â
He nods and leaves without another word. Sam walks back over with two mugs, coffee for him, and tea for you. He sets it down beside you and you mutter a quiet thank you.
âIâm gonna go to the library for a bit, are you gonna be okay till Dean gets back?â He asks softly. You lay your head down flat on the table and nod.
By the time Dean does get back, he finds you back in your room, curled in the fetal position under the covers. He knocks gently as he enters. âYou alright, sweetheart?â
âWhat do you think?â you mutter without moving.
He chuckles softly and makes his way over to you. âHere⌠Can you sit up for me?â He sits on the edge of the bed and drops a shopping bag beside you, digging through the contents. When you do sit up, you see he got a lot more than just pain meds.
âJesus, did you buy the whole pharmacy?â
âJust some stuff I thought might help.â He takes your hand and pours a few painkillers onto your palm, then hands you a bottle of water. He keeps digging through the bag as you swallow them.
âChocolates and candy if you want somethinâ sweet. Chips and other snacks if you want somethinâ salty. And⌠uhââ He pulls out a box. âThis thing.â He shows it to you before opening it. Itâs a heating pad. Not like the one you have, that you have to keep putting back in the microwave, forcing you to get up multiple times. This oneâs electric, and weighted.
âThe lady at the counter suggested it. Wanna give it a shot?â
You nod and he plugs it in beside the bed before walking over to the other side. He slides in beside you as you adjust the pad on your stomach, and places a kiss to the top of your head. He stays like that for a while, just letting you lean into him, waiting for the meds to kick in.
âFeeling any better?â he asks softly.
âYes and no,â you mutter with your head tucked into his chest. âPainâs a little better, but I still donât wanna moveâŚâ
âThatâs alrightâŚâ He reaches down and fidgets with the edge of the heating pad. âThis thing doinâ its job?â
You nod.
âGoodâŚâ
âTell me we donât have to do anything today.â Your voice is quiet, a little muffled from the way youâre laying on him.
Dean chuckles again, not at you, or your discomfort, but at how cute and cuddly you get when youâre feeling like this. âNo, sweetheart. You can lay here all day if you need to.â He gives your head another kiss and leans down to rest his own head against yours. âIâll stay with youâŚâ
He picks his head up a bit. âUnless⌠youâd rather just have the room to yourself?â he asks slowly.
You shake your head and tighten your grip around him, snuggling into him impossibly close, seeking every ounce of comfort from his presence. âDonât goâŚâ
Dean stiffens for a moment, then immediately relaxes into your embrace. âDonât worry⌠Canât just leave my girl when she needs me, can I?... You wanna watch somethinâ? Help distract you a bit?â
âI can think of better distractions.â
He raises an eyebrow, knowing exactly what youâre thinking, and being all for it already. âYeah?â
You chuckle and shake your head. âNo⌠Maybe later, butâŚâ You place your hand on your abdomen again.
âYouâre not at all in the mood are you?â Dean asks with a smile on his face.
âNo⌠Sorry. Just existing feels way too uncomfortable right now.â You sigh.
He places a hand over yours, then slides it under your palm, gently massaging over where youâre aching the most. âDonât apologize, baby. Not for that. Never for that.â
You donât respond, so he takes his hand and gently tilts your jaw up so that youâre looking at him, so close you can feel his breath. âI mean it, okay?â he says just above a whisper.
You nod, knowing exactly what he meant. He was never the type of guy to expect anything physical from you, even when he was at his neediest, nothing ever happened unless you both wanted it. He smiles down at you, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. âGood girl,â he whispers as he leans down and places the gentlest kiss to your lips.
* * *
A few hours later, you walk back into the kitchen. You stop when you see Dean plating your meals. âYou made steak?â
Dean smirks to himself as he walks over to the table and sets the plates down. âTold you I was makinâ dinner, didnât I?â
âYeah, but⌠Steak?â You slowly sit down, taking a big whiff. It looks perfect, and smells even better.
Dean just shrugs as he walks back to the fridge to grab some beers. âSam suggested it. Something about your iron levels or⌠somethinâ. Honestly after he said âsteakâ, the rest sounded like the teacher from those Peanut cartoons.â
He grabs something off of the counter as he walks back to the table âHere.â He gives you a quick peck on the lips as he places your stuffed heating pad in your lap. âWarmed it up for you.â
âMm⌠thank you.â You adjust it and take your first bite. âWhereâs Sam?â
âYouâve got all this in front of youââ He motions to the food, and himself. âAnd youâre asking about my brother?â He fakes offense, but canât keep the smile off of his face. âHe said something about the new salad bar in town.â
The two of you eat peacefully, talking about nothing important, just the mundane things that almost make t feel like youâre living a life resembling anything close to normal. Once you finish, the takes the plate to the sink for you, and as soon as you stand, heâs there to scoop you up into his arms. You let out a little squeal but donât do much resisting. He carries you back to bed, lets you use him as a human pillow, and holds you close. He even lets you pick whatever you want to watch, not once complaining if you pick something that isnât his thing. He spends the rest of the day, and the following days, spoiling you to no end, just because you let him.
Dean hates seeing you in any sort of pain or discomfort, so when he knows youâre going through it, you hardly ever hear the word ânoâ leave his mouth. Itâs not like you would ever take advantage of his kindness, and he knows that, but even if you did, he wouldnât care. Because from the day that you met, everything he does, he does for you. And heâll continue to do it, for as long as you let him.
warning! smut smut, subby(?) dean, praise kink, dean x reader. hard thoughts. moon's note: i just need dean under me, OVER me, INSIDE M-
like dean winchester LOVES getting praised and it is borderline problematic. because he can't live without hearing a "good boy" or "you did a good job dean baby!" like he is WHIPPED for the fact that you acknowledge him. he is so trashed in love that even during sex he NEEDs to be told he is doing a good job. asking pathetically, practically tearing up- "am i doing well sweetheart?" "is this where you want me?" "this your spot?" "may i kiss you here?" "do i fuck you well, right where you need it?"
and he gets so whiny and needy, and hot and bothered when you are holding your moans back because HE NEEDS THAT REWARD. "sweetheart please, tell me something, ....moan for me." "fuck me like you mean it." "use me... please-"
and how could you deny your sweet little soldier. he does so well. he protects you and fucks you so well that you dont need a telescope to see the stars. his cock reaching all the good places that you whine out a loud- right there dean, you are doing so well for me! do you love it dean, when you are so nice to me? look at you, getting me so close dean baby, i am going to cum.
and you aren't spared. he fills your ear with the grunts, and his shuddering breath. he stuffs his face closer to your neck because he is afraid you might giggle if you hear his whiny voice when he finally cums. but poor baby, he is so sensitive that his mouth lulls open.
and you pamper him with open mouth kisses. slowly sucking at his bottom lip because dean is GONE. his eyes hazy and all he can see is you. your perfect self, reaching out to pat his head. i am so proud of you deano đ¤
âŚover his lapâŚ
â§ď˝Ľďž:dean drags you over his lap, and it really doesnât matter why.
â§ď˝Ľďž:maybe you earned it, walking around all day with coy smiles and fluttering lashes, pressing your ass against his crotch whenever you bent over, pushing your tits up in his face and then walking away. Maybe heâs just in a mood and youâre far too happy to be his stress reliever. You couldâve just crawled over him and begged for it until he caved, because he always does.
â§ď˝Ľďž:you canât remember now. Not with his thumb rubbing tight, unforgiving circles around your clit and his hand on the back of your neck. He rubs gently, soothing you with every push down onto your sensitive little button.
â§ď˝Ľďž:âdeeean,â you whine, grabbing at the sheets. âDean- Fuck-â
â§ď˝Ľďž:a sharp slap lands over your pussy, and your words fall off into a whine. Dean just chuckles, playing with your hair as he pulls your soaked panties tight, forcing them to rub between the lips of your cunt.
â§ď˝Ľďž:âstay down, sweetheart,â he drawls, rubbing the thin strip of fabric back and forth. âCâmon, be good.â
â§ď˝Ľďž:you pant, your eyes glossy and mouth hanging open, but try to relax for him. Dean chuckles to himself and slaps your pussy again. You make a strangled sound of his name, and he yanks your head up, sliding his hand around your throat to angle you for a deep kiss.
â§ď˝Ľďž:two fingers hook around your panties, and you squeak as Deanâs knuckle bumps your clit. You whimper against his mouth as the cold air hits your cunt, then moan as he slides in two fingers.
â§ď˝Ľďž:âthatâs it,â he mutters, pressing them in right up to the knuckle. âThatâs my girl.â
â§ď˝Ľďž:itâs all you can do to take it. At this angle, two of Deanâs fingers might as well be a dildo. A warm, thick dildo that scissors inside of you and rubs your g-spot until tears start to prick at your eyes. You push on the mattress, on his thighs, on anything to try and force more friction, but it just earns you another spank of your pussy and a moment of emptiness.
â§ď˝Ľďž:âgonna keep you here until you relax, princess,â Dean mutters, tapping your clit with his thumb, his fingers still buried deep in your abused pussy. âThen Iâm not lettinâ you get outta bed until Iâve filled this pussy up, just like you deserve.â
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vices
dean winchester x reader
picturing dean lowkey getting turned on by how you enjoy vices like he does.
after you started alongside dean and samâ both brothers figured you would eat like sammy. smoothies, salads, barsâ anything to stay sane and healthy on the road.
but, one of the first times you went to a diner with the winchester brothersâ dean got turned on by your food order.
which, is weird.
now that he realizes it.
but god could his little lady eat.
sam ordered his breakfastâ egg whites, wheat toast, and a side of fruit. it was early in the morning and dean thought you'd probably get something similar.
but his order was next. he placed in a double bacon cheese burger and a side of onion rings. when the pretty waitress turned to you to finalized your meals, his eyes might has well has lit up when you placed the same order as himâ plus a chocolate milkshake.
he liked how you enjoyed life like thatâ by allowing yourself milkshakes and sweet things.
and when dean was drunk outside the bar and you asked to bum one of his marlboro reds.
he knew it had to be you.
if you had the same vices you must belong together.
firefighter!dean x cat mom!reader.
The first time you met Dean Winchester, you were head over heels.
Literally.
Your cat nearly gave you a panic attack by climbing up the big oak across the street. Thanks to her, you were hanging from a tree branch with one leg stuck and your head pointing straight toward the ground while she sat safely on the porch, looking entirely too pleased with herself.
Yellow figures arrived just minutes after your neighbor called.
âYouâre gonna be fine, sweetheart. Iâmma get you down, alright?â Deanâs muscles flexed as he climbed to your side. His green eyes were enough to pull you out of your panic. âThatâs right. Eyes on me. Atta girl.â
Safe to say, your eyes never really left the friendly neighborhood firefighter after that humiliating ritual.
ŕšŕŁâ look, it's us ! â dean winchester
ŕšŕŁâatlas : dean's really bad at showing you his affection. you show him you love him with dozens of photos of things that represent the two of you. you think dean hates it, dean loves it so much he doesn't know how to explain it
ŕšŕŁâbinary stars : dean x reader (gn) ŕšŕŁâclassification : fluffy hurt/comfort ŕšŕŁâstellar density : 2.0k
ŕšŕŁâomens : reader's kinda whimsical, reader is shorter than dean, a bit of miscommunication, dean cries, soft soft ending :]
ŕšŕŁâmessage in a bottle : requested !! i do shit like this with my best friend irl all the time !!! loved loved loved this idea so much <3 honestly, writing this made me think a lot of @violained and their odd!reader series so PLEASE go check that one out !!! also im so sorry if this is bad, i felt yucky today thank you mystery illness </3
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Dean wakes to the buzz of his phone on the motel nightstand, cold metal vibrating against equally cold wood. Scrubbing a rough hand over his eyes does nothing to clear the sleep from them, and clearing hi throat doesnât help his voice wake up either. He pushes himself up on one elbow, hearing the old mattress and bed frame creak as one under his shifting weight. The headboard thuds against the wall, rattling a picture of a boat in its frame, the blue water a harsh contrast to the pale beige walls stand with something like years of cigarette smoke.
His thumb pries the cover to his phone open, moving clumsy along the keypad until he finally opens your message. The image fills in one line at a time, revealing a photo of coffee cups from down the street next to two muffins pressed together. The chocolate one is bigger and fluffier, while the other one is shorter and rounder.
Look, itâs us :)
is your accompanying message.
Meaning.
Dean:
Dean:
NSFW ! NSFW ! NSFW ! NSFW ! NSFW
"Good one!"
He shouts it across the clearing, a lopsided grin across his face. The shot was perfect, and he knows it- he always thinks your shots are perfect. He likes knowing you have his back, that he can trust you when things get tough. He wants you to know how much he appreciates that.
"Good girl."
His voice is quiet, pressed against the shell of your ear, fingers curling into you as another desperate gasp falls from your lips. "Doin' so good for me- that's it sweetheart, just a little bit more."
"Can't- De- too much-" you whine. You're still giddy with the last orgasm, body overstimulated, head swimming.
"You can- just keep going-"
ËâĄË ࣪soldier boy .. period comfort
who? soldier boy / f!reader content warnings? mentions of periods, tooth rotting fluff, caretaker ben (he's trying), implied established relationship word count? 630 (originally counted characters and not words, whoops!) peanut gallery? this is mostly a self indulgent post tbh, also we're ignoring how radiation works for this one LMAO
you knew it was coming before he did. you were extra sore, you slept in longer than usual, you didn't like being too far from him for too long, so on and so on. he chalked it up to you catching a cold or something, and didn't ask questions. well, he wasn't gonna ask questions, until today. you'd been holed up in your shared room all day, curled in a tight ball on the bed in an effort to ignore your cramps. newsflash, it hasn't been working all that well. when he finally came into the room after a particularly long and irritating meeting with the seven, you relaxed fractionally. "doll," he murmured, circling the bed to sit on the edge next to you. "have you even moved yet?" you shook your head, nose scrunching in pain when you shifted. he noticed, because of course he did. "y'wanna tell me what's botherin' you? or am i supposed to just guess," he huffed, brushing some hair from your face. "'s embarrassing," you whined, but you leaned into his touch all the same. "i've fucked you over a balcony, i'm pretty sureâ" he started, but stopped with a grin when you shot him a look. "i can handle it." you huffed, chewing at your lip like you were weighing your options. he wasn't gonna drop it, and you were hurting too much to really care. "period cramps, okay? been in bed cause 'm on my period," you mumble, looking away sheepishly. his face did something complicated, before returning back to normal. he'd been around since the forties, killed people with his bare hands, and you really thought he'd get squeamish about a period? "i'll be fine, i shouldn't have even told youâ" you start, but he shakes his head and holds up a finger before padding out of the room. cool, you've grossed him out and he's gonna leave and- he comes back in with your favorite water bottle and a handful of advil, as well as a fluffier blanket than what was on the bed. now it's your turn to make a face. "what's all that for?" you murmur, watching him from the bed. "what, you think you're the first to start bleedin'? i've been around the block, sweetheart." he grunts, moving over to you and helping you sit up. you take the water and the painkillers, and he drapes the blanket around you when you settle back down in the bed. "can you lay with me?" you hum, looking up at him with those stupidly convincing puppy eyes that you pull whenever you want something. he lets out a soft rumble of a chuckle, toeing off his boots before climbing into the bed next to you. he pulls you against him, a hand splayed over your stomach, his chest pressed firm against your back. you relax into his grip, your muscles already unwinding themselves. now, you'd have been happy with just cuddling, but he had a better idea. you feel his palm start to warm up, and it doesn't occur to you what he's doing until he starts moving it over your lower stomach, right where the cramps had been the worst. you make a soft noise of relief, eyelids fluttering when the warmth spread over your skin. you glanced down for a moment, watching the dull glow under the blanket that radiated from his hand. you shifted closer to him, if that was even possible, until you were nestled fully in his arms. "feel better?" he murmured, words slightly muffled from his head being tucked against the crook of your neck. "so much better," you breathed, your breathing already starting to even out. "too good to me," "nah," he hummed, pressing a kiss into your neck. "just love you."
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Any scene where dean is cleaning his gun always makes me think about him using it to fuck reader đ¤¤
me too, twin! (MDNI)
the scorching summer heat was making it unbearable to even lay down comfortably. of course the cheap motel you were currently saying at didn't have any AC. beads of sweat trickled down your forehead. "dean I'm going to hunt you down for booking this motel, I swear to god!" you complained.
dean walked over to you with two cold beers. "easy there, feisty. don't blame me, sammy booked this motel. got us some drinks to cool off though, pretty." he beemed, a wide smile plastered on his face. the sight of him wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, his broad chest glistening from sweat made you feel better but you were still pissed off.
"beer is the last thing I want right now. it will just make me feel more sluggish" you groaned. dean sighed and laid down the bottles on the wooden table next you. his hand reached towards your thigh stroking it gently, the feeling of his cold silver ring feeling comforting as his thumb rubbed circles on your skin. "mhmm what do I gotta do to make you happy again, sweetheart?"
you fawned yourself with both of your hands "just need something to cool off." you panted. dean walked off leaving you confused but you didn't bother calling out for him because you knew he would come back again. he did come back, with his gun.
"uhmmm?" you chuckled nervously and dean just smiled up at you. "what? needed something cool, well I'm just making sure my girl gets what she wants." with a swift motion he took out all the bullets and organized them neatlyâ he loved you too much to leave it loaded.
with heavy steps dean approached you, his hands grasping both of your legs, spreading them apart. "mhmm deanie" you moaned, your face all flushed from the heat. he rubbed the the tip of the gun against your cotton panties, a damp spot quickly forming on them.
"want me to fuck your pretty pussy with my gun, gorgeous?" he asked while sliding your panties down. you just nodded while looking up at him. "please."
dean pressed the cold metal against your hot pussy, sweet slick oozing out of your center already. "jeez sweetheart, you really are a dirty slut."
he circled the gun around your entrance and pushed it in without any form of preparation. you wanted to scream but dean covered your mouth with his calloused hand "shhh, it's okay. you're taking it so well f' me."
you gazed up at dean, god you loved that man so much. your muffled moans got stifled by his hand as he pumped the gun in and out of your cunt. "this cool enough for you sweetheart?"
"yes, oh fuck deanie, I'm soooo close." you moaned, your wetness dripping down your ass. dean groaned satisfied at your response "mhmm what a sweet girl. cum for me gorgeous."
when you came he finally took his hand off your mouth in order to hear you properly, not even caring about how thin the motel walls were.
just then sam stepped inside "you two are seriously fucked up. am not even going to mention how irresponsible this is." he stated completely annoyed by your and dean's antics.
You're everything
Mutual Engagement
Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Assistant!Reader
Summary: Letâs take it back to Day 1. Here's how you got the job at HunterCorp as Dean Winchesterâs Executive Assistant, how you kept it, and the day your professionalism with him finally broke.
AN: Ready for more Boss Man Dean? insert Chandler Bing gif (Friends fans will know lol) This of course is in the same world as Pratt Fall, but it spans the year building up to that moment.
Posted on Patreon: June 19, 2026 | Word Count: 9.6K
Tags & Warnings: 18+ | Single mother!reader, ft. a deadbeat dad, mutual pining, Deanâs dirty thoughts, office shenanigans and smut (v. fingering, penetrative sex â yes, on the desk)
Series Masterlist ⤠Dean Winchester Masterlist
âNo,â Sam says, snatching the resume out of his brotherâs hand.
âAw, come on,â Dean says. He swivels in his leather chair but doesnât bother getting out of it.
Sam levees him with an exasperated look. âThis girl spelled âassistantâ with three Cs and a Y.â
âSheâs funny,â Dean shrugs, once again taking a look at the applicantâs profile on his computer. In his opinion, her pouty lips and dewy young face speak for themselves. âAnd smokinâ fucking hot.â
âSheâs illiterate,â Sam deadpans. He sorts through the resumes he printed off and hands his brother three strong candidates that he picked himself.
Oh this was a delicious slow burn of a first part!
Why thank you, bby! đ
delicate
âŚRead on aO3! - Masterlist - Dean MasterlistâŚ
âŚsummary: you ask dean to sleep with you, he turns you down, and you believe him. you tell him you don't care, and he believes you. eventually, one of you is going to have to tell the truth, won't they. âŚ
âŚwarnings/tags: Dean Winchester x female!reader, no use of y/n, no description of reader, implied age gap (20s - 40s), virgin!reader, angst, overprotective, bad at feelings dean, pining, idiots in love, as is my way, shameless smut (loss of virginity, praise kink, dry humping, teasing, dean's dirty talk, spanking, fingering, stripping, body worship, degredation kink, soft!dom Dean, size kink, begging, pussy slapping, soft and rough sex, messy, creampie, big dick dean, mean dean, dumbification), love confessions, fluffâŚ
âŚwc: 8.6kâŚ
âŚauthor's note: i love writing idiots in love it's my favorite kind of idiot it's for loveâŚ
âHave sex with me.â
Dean spits his coffee out. You sigh, bracing your hands on your hips, and wait for him to collect himself. Youâre patient. Heâs scrambling and slamming a fist on his chest, and you pass him a napkin with a sweet smile. You donât think itâs going to win you a spot in his bed, but it might help.
âBetter?â You ask, when he no longer sputtering and chocking. He grunts, holding a hand up for a few more seconds. You roll your eyesâit wasnât that crazy a thing to sayâbut bounce on your toes and wait.
Dean clears his throat, ears red, and looks up at you like youâve grown a second head.
âWhat?â
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âMetallica?â You say, laughing as Dean covers your eyes, hiding the cassette tape he just put in the Impala.
âNo, sweetheart, now you own me a kiss.â He says, moving his hand from your eyes to your cheek. âHey, thatâs not fair! You didnât even play the tape for more than a minute!â You say, laughing even more as you push his hand away.
âFine, fine, close your eyes again.â He says, shaking his head as he digs through his box of cassettes, pulling out a Black Sabbath cassette. He knew you would get this one; of course he did.
He puts it in, making sure your eyes are closed as the song starts. âDo you know it yet?â He says, smirking as he watches you think.
âBlack Sabbath?â You say, moving your hands away from your eyes. âWrong again.â he says, pulling the cassette out fast, trying to hide it from you.
âYouâre such a liar!â You say, laughing as you try and grab the cassette from him.
âAlright, fine!â he says, pulling the cassette from his jacket, showing you that you were correct and it was Black Sabbath.
âI just wanted a kiss, sweetheart.â he says, making a sad face at you while trying to hide his smirk. âShould have just asked.â You say, leaning over your seat, pulling him into a kiss.
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Okay okay so hear me out. Do you know the song âSkinny Little Missyâ by Nickelback?
How about essentially the premise of that song (you gotta pay attention to the lyrics) but as reader? Because I donât know about you, but I NEED a reader who just doesnât swoon over men, and overall finds them disgusting. Like a guy is hitting on them in a bar and sheâs just NOT having it. But Sam and Dean just donât count for that, because, well yeah.
You could make this platonic or romantic with one of them. Or ignore it if you donât wanna write for it đâď¸
omg hi, it took me a while but here it is !!! hope it's to ur liking though maybe it's a bit rushed..........
THE ONLY EXCEPTION
wordcount: 1656 summary: Youâve got a habit of looking at men like they're something to scrape off your bootsâ the Winchesters on the other hand⌠warnings: fluff, fem!reader, established relationship (dean x reader), dean loves his girl, men being annoying sleazes, sam being an amused third party, brief moments of open vulnerability, deanâs a protector at heart n he just wants to love n be lovedâ think thatâs all for now !!!
tw: suggestive, making out for @bat2nsignia
Dean Winchester was an amazing kisser. There was no doubt at that. You would even know he was a good kisser from the first glance you took at him. He looked confident, a little bit arrogant, and he had gorgeous lips.
But you could never guess he was this good.