#mid size reader

■ for starters, i firmly believe that he's the kind of guy to LOVE chubby girls

■ like he loves how soft you are

■ if you're laying in bed with him you better expect for him to be all over you

■ no matter what you wanna wear he thinks it hot. seeing you confident is his biggest turn on and he loves it when you are feeling your best.

■ put on some low rise jeans and that man is on his knees for you

■ safe to say this man is 100% your number 1 supporter and will hype you up no matter what

■ if you're taller than him, literally no issue. like have you seen the height difference between him and lilith?

■ look he's a guy who knows how to handle anyone of any shape/size/gender

■ he's been around since the beginning of humanity this guy knows how to fuck

■ we all know he's a munch

■ i feel like he'd be the kind of guy to be REALLY into thighs

■ like you'd be laying in bed and he'd start kissing down your body, his hands running over your curves

■ paying special attention to your lower belly before moving to your thighs

■ he likes going down on you but if you at all want to ride his face he's 100% in

■ i feel like if you hadn't asked he'd definitely have suggested it before

■ the kind of guy to like pull you down on his face

■ he wants you to SIT dammit

■ the breeding kink tho.

■ i feel like he'd already have a daddy kink but the breeding kink just adds to it yk

■ he thinks you look absolutely divine when his cum is leaking out of you

■ but on days he's particularly feeling the breeding kink, he 100% shoving his fingers in you after he pulls out.

■ gotta make sure you stay full

■ he can't help it he just loves you so much he wants to see you swollen with his child :(

"darling just one more for me please" he breathes out, sweat dripping down his body as he tries to coax another orgasm out of you.

he had been feeling in a bit of a mood tonight, and when you came into his office with those shorts of yours on he couldn't think about anything other than breeding you.

so here we are, laid out on his desk, and him hovering over you. your legs ache from trembling so hard, and every orgasm makes you practically blind from how long he'd been going at it. his cum leaks out of your hole, he'd been dumping load after load in you, and now he's shaking too.

he's gotta fill you up though, he'd love nothing more than you carrying his love. he feels that pit is his stomach tighten, and he gently rubs your clit. "gonna be such a good mommy," he'd coo, feeling you turn to putty in his arms.

when the time comes and he crashes over his orgasm, spilling deep in you once more, he's careful to stay locked in for a little while, but he's peppering your face with kisses.

"you did such a good job ducky" he murmurs, rubbing soft circles on your hips. until he'd pull back just a little to watch his cum leak out of you again, utterly spent.

when he finally completely pulls out its not long until his fingers make their way in you, "shh baby i know, but i gotta make sure it takes" he'd whisper to you as you squirm away from him.

he tsks a little shortly after, his fingers slowly withdrawing. he plunges thumb into your mouth, "suck" he says firmly, which you do, of course. cleaning off his fingers so good for him.

he pulls his hand back, it returns to your side, and you whine as you feel his fat tip press against your hole again, and he coos down at you, folding your legs up to your knees. "cmon missy, we can go one more time right? you can go again sweetheart" he says as he eases his cock into you again.

As soon as y/n walked into the small, cramped motel room, Dean knew something was wrong with her. The usual confident and happy aura that followed her was diminished into a bland light. Deans first thought was that it could’ve been from the hunt they had just finished. It was a hard one, too many vampires and not enough bullets to handle the whole nest, leading to some injuries. But, on further inspection, he realized how she sat on the motel bed, barley touching her food and playing with her fingers, picking at her nails. All of which were crystal clear signs that she was not okay. Dean studied her quizzically, not wanting to pry but wanting to make sure his girlfriend was okay.

after a couple moments, he spoke up.

“hey, you good? you haven’t touched the food you bought.” he said in his gruff voice, concern laced through.

y/n looked up at him, her eyes shined and her arms draped over her stomach.

“oh, yeah. i’m fine.” she shrugged, poking at her food with her fork, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Dean shook his head. Y/n was obviously bothered.

“bullshit. you’re picking at your food. what’s wrong?” he asked, moving to sit closer to her.

Y/n shook her head, looking anywhere but at dean.

“it’s stupid.” she said, fiddling with her clothes.

Dean sighed, grasping one of her hands in his. he enjoyed how her hand slipped around his, their fingers tangling together.

“nothing you’re feeling is ‘stupid’, baby. talk to me.” he said, giving her hand a light squeeze

y/n looked away from him again, getting up from the edge of the bed and letting his hand fall from hers.

“i just..” she took a moment to collect her thoughts. how should she even word this? what if dean thought it was dumb after all?

“i hate the way i look sometimes.” she spoke softly.

“my stomach isn’t flat, but i’m not like… plus-size or whatever. my thighs rub together when i walk and i have flab under my arms and i just… it’s like im i between skinny and fat and i just.. i hate it dean.” y/n ranted, running a hand through her hair in frustration.

Dean was silent for a beat, just staring at y/n with a look on his face. it was crazy to him that she could even say that about herself.

“y/n..” a beat.

“you’re the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever met. i’m not just saying that because i’m your boyfriend. i’m saying it because it’s true. i live for your thighs and i adore your stomach just the way it looks. your face is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen. You’re literally my dream. a goddess.” he said, taking your hand and pulling you into his lap.

“you drive me crazy.” he whispered, burying his face between her shoulder and neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin. y/n shuddered at the feeling, goosebumps arising on her arms.

“i just think you deserve better than me.” y/n whispered out. deans grip tightened on her slightly, his head raising to meet her eyes.

Dean lifted his hand, gripping her chin gently and turning her face towards his. he moved his hand up further, gently running his thumb over her bottom lip.

“there is no one better than you, y/n.” he whispered gently, pressing his lips to hers in a very gentle, soft kiss. “you’re mine. my girl. i wouldn’t change that for the world.” he breathed the words into her mouth, his breath fanning over her lips.

“dean..” she mumbled softly, not believing him.

“let me show you. let me show you how much i love you.” he whispered again, craning his neck and gently kissing her jawline.

all y/n could do was nod, swallowing the saliva in her mouth and closing her eyes, basking in the moment.

“would you like that?” he asked, his voice a gruff whisper. y/n nodded again, her hands gripping his hair gently.

“use your words, babygirl.” he whispered, running his tongue over the spot on her neck.

“yes, please Dean.” she whispered, nodding softly.

that was all he needed to hear as he moved so she stood, he towered over her. his hands roamed up and down her sides, squeezing her hips. he pushed her so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. he got down to his knees, lifting his hand up and unbuttoning her jeans.

“your thighs? they drive me crazy, baby.” he whispered, pulling her jeans off and pulling her legs apart gently, pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh. his hands ran up and down the sides of them, his calloused fingers gently caressing her skin. his hands traveled upwards again, tracing the outline of her panties and the area where her stomach spilled over slightly.

“beautiful.” he mumbled softly, kissing just slightly above her panties. his fingers moved back down between her thighs, moving to press his thumb against her clothed clit, moving his fingers around her panties and smiling softly, leaning up to press a kiss to her lips.

“so pretty.” he whispered into her mouth, gently biting her bottom lip as he let his fingers linger, moving up her thighs again. his fingers played with the waistband of her panties, dipping in and back out, teasing her.

“i want to make you feel so good, baby.” he whispered, kissing her clothed pussy. y/n let out a small whimper, moving her hips slightly.

“please dean. yes.” she whispered, holding his hair in her fist.

deans fingers looped around her panties, tugging them off and biting his lip.

“oh, baby.” he said softly, running two fingers over her pussy lips.

“you’re so pretty.” he whispered, looking up at her.

Dean maneuvered her legs to be ontop of his shoulders, using his pointer and middle finger to spread her pussy apart, his eyes shining as they landed on her wet cunt, glistening with arousal. he carefully leaned his head in, pressing his tongue flat against her pussy. she let out an audible moan, the warmth of his tongue in contrast to the cold air of the motel room sent chills down her spine.

His mouth closed around her clit, sucking and licking, filthy sounds flooded the previously quiet room. y/n’s moans bounced off the walls, flooding deans ears and only motivating him to go faster, adding more pressure with his tongue and mouth. he brought his hand up, pushing his middle finger inside of her, easing out a louder moan.

“you like that, y/n?” he said with a smile, the vibrations of his voice only sending more volts of pleasure through her clit. Another moan ripped through her as dean pumped his finger in and out of her hole, flexing his finger while inside and ghosting over her g-spot. she gasped, grinding her hips against him and moaning as he increased the speed. she wanted more, needed more. his mouth sucked, licked around her clit, spitting on it gently and moaning.

“feel good, babygirl?” he asked, increasing the speed of both his finger and mouth. all y/n could do was whimper out a soft “yes..” and her moans increased, hips rocking against her face.

“dean.. please.” she whimpered. she wanted more of him, more pleasure.

“please what?” he teased. “use your words, baby.” he said, slowing down his pace just slightly.

“more.. please.” she moaned out, moving her hips again.

“good girl.” he whispered, adding another finger inside of her and pumping fast, sucking and licking her clit, spitting and toying with it as his free hand reached up and took her clothed breast into his hand, feeling how hard her nipple was under her shirt and giving it a light pinch, rolling it between his fingers. y/n was a moaning mess, her legs shaking and forwarding beading with sweat.

“dean i-i’m so fucking close.” she moaned out, holding his hair in her fist and guiding his face just where she needed.

his fingers sped up the pace, feverishly moving inside of her and pressing against her g-spot. his tongue battled against her clit, sucking and moaning softly.

“cum for me, baby.” he whispered, speeding up his fingers.

y/n’s legs shook, her toes curled and her head flung back, eyes closing tightly as her jaw dropped, moans falling from her lips. dean looked up at her, grazing his tongue over her clit in soft stripes, his hot breath fanning over her swollen, throbbing mound. as she came down from her high, she looked down at Dean, his head still between her thighs. her arousal fluid and cum was shone on his lips, chin and nose. his fingers were glistening as well.

“you did so well, babygirl. so well.” he whispered, leaning up and pressing a kiss to her lips.

“mmh~ dean.” she moaned softly. “i.. i want you to feel good too.” she whispered into the kiss.

he shook his head.

“no, no baby. this is all about you. you needed this. i love doing it. i love you so much.” he whispered back, very gently caressing her thighs.

“but.. but dean..” she whispered softly.

“do you want more?” he asked softly. “only if you want it.” he said, kissing her neck again. she nodded feverishly, feeling his hands sneak below her shirt.

“dean, i want you. wanna feel your dick inside me.” she whimpered softly as he took her shirt off. his hands ran over her braless chest, rolling her nipples inbetween his fingers. her fingers toyed with his shirt, yanking it off and working on the button in his jeans. his mouth connect with her tit, sucking softly. she moaned again, throwing her head back.

“jesus, dean.” she moaned softly, still working on his button. he smiled, helping her and unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them off along with his boxers.

she laid on the bed, dean getting ontop of her.

“look at you.” he whispered, leaning down and kissing her chest again, tongue running over her nipple.

“you’re so pretty, y/n.” he whispered, using a hand to take his dick, gently running it over her sensitive clit, drawing another moan from her lips. her hands reached up, wrapping around his neck.

“i’m yours.” she whispered softly.

he nodded. “mine.” his voice hoarse as his lips met with hers again.

he carefully pushed his cock into her, moaning into her mouth at the contact as she did the same. he pushed further into her, her breath heavy. he let out a low moan, hiding his face on her neck.

“god, you feel so good.” he moaned out, dragging his hips back and forth slowly, getting a pace. y/n could do nothing but moan as his cock stretched her out, arousal dripping from her hole.

Dean sped up the pace, the sound of wetness, skin against skin and loud moans from both of the lovers filled the room.

y/n looked at dean through her eyelashes, her eyes meeting with his emerald green ones. he pressed his lips to hers again in a feverish kiss, speeding up his hips. y/n moaned into his mouth again. Dean let out multiple low moans, his eyes squeezing shut.

“dean~” she moaned his name, moving her hips in rhythm with his. he moaned louder, drawing in a gasp, grunting softly.

“goddamn, y/n.” he moaned, gripping her tit in one hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers. she moaned again, gasping as he pounded into her cunt.

he moaned, feeling her pussy instinctively tighten around his cock. his hand moved up and gently wrapped around her neck. not enough to hurt, but enough to make another moan fall from her lips. he groaned again, pounding into her.

“i love you.” he moaned into her neck, hearing her breathing getting heavier and heavier.

“god, i love you dean.” she moaned.

he groaned again, moaning into her neck as he sucked a hickey onto it.

“i-i’m close.” y/n whimpered, her legs shaking again.

“me too, babygirl. cum with me.” he moaned out, speeding up and moving his hand down to rub her clit with his thumb again.

Y/n lost it, loud moans fell from her mouth as the knot in her stomach came undone; her pussy throbbing, clenching around his thick, hard dick. her eyes rolled back as Dean kept pounding into her. she could hear his loud moans, hot spurts of cum shot into her as he moaned loudly, pressing his forehead to hers.

after a moment to calm down, dean spoke up.

“are you okay?” he asked softly, looking at her and carefully holding her face in his hand.

y/n nodded, trying to calm down her breathing.

“i’m okay. more than okay. you’re amazing.” she whispered, moaning again as he gently pulled out of her.

Dean smiled, kissing her forehead.

“i love you, y/n. never talk bad about yourself or your body again you are beautiful. i love you so much more than you know.” he whispered, kissing her again.

She practically fell into her dressing room chair. Hands clawing at her face in insecurity. She felt one of the other girls sympathetically rub her back before walking to her own seat.

Cherry refused to look up, refused to face herself, refused to acknowledge her own existence. It was an ugly one. She was ashamed to even be breathing.

“Need air?” her managers voice came from behind her, standing at least a metre away knowing the embarrassment cherry gets from close proximities. She didnt need an extra trigger.

It hadnt been this bad for a long long time. It hadnt mattered the same. Her life was set, she was supposed to be better, she wasnt allowed to complain.

“I need a gun.” her voice was muffled from her hands still.

“C’mon. Get changed and i’ll grab you a drink.”

She braved her reflection.

The same face and body she’d been cursed with.

Maybe she’d changed - not the same egg-faced kid that only saw herself in the tv characters that other people used as insults. The feelings were the same. The intrusive thoughts of publicly matyrising herself just to prove how much she already knew she wasnt good enough were the same.

She didnt need the insults, the whispering, the bullying, the abandonment as if she was too ugly to even be faced - she knew she was worthless.

Her limbs were shaking when rising from the chair, aggressively wiping at her tears and sniffling her running nose.

The cold air was sharp, somewhat snapping her back into reality. Her manager was currently refusing to leave her side, hoping eventually cherry would spit out what had brought on her heavy emotions. Maria kept joining the cigarette to her lips, feeling cherry’s gaze burn into the side of her head.

“I thought you quit.” she commented on Cherrys clear craving for it.

“Me too.” she muttered out, taking a drag of it when it had been moved in her direction.

Eventually, she was finally left to her own thoughts, for better or for worse.

The buzzing from her phone was relentless. She figured maybe she could avoid him. Blank his calls, go to her own house for once instead of his.

She mentally braced herself when she heard hurried footsteps, gut twisting, anxiety taking over her body.

Matt stopped when he recognised her silhouette in the alleyway, face flushed and sweat falling down his temple. He took a deep breath before forcing his legs to persist their movement.

She grimaces, murmuring a dismissive ‘No.’ when he was within earshot; before dropping the blunt and stamping it out.

“Cherry, please.” he begged, watching her turn away and growing more desperate.

“Dont even talk to me, matt.”

“Listen-” he grabbed her upper arm which she jolted away to leave his grasp. “I-i lost track of time! I wanted to be here-”

“I couldnt give a shit about your time anymore, matt. I wanted you here 3 hours ago!”

His hands shook with anxiety, moving around frantically as he tried to explain himself. “Baby, i know and im sorry! I’ll do anything-”

“This was important. You knew it was, you knew i needed you.” tears brimmed her waterline which she refused to let escape. “You promised me.”

“It will never happen again, i promise you that.” he tried to step closer but she only shifted further away.

“But it just did!”

He sighed in effort to gain back his breathing, hands gripping and moving his hair while he wished he could rip it out in punishment for himself.

“And i feel like an idiot for being upset about this!” she continued.

“You're not an idiot.”

Cherry finally let him place his hand on one of her crossed arms.

She stared down at the floor. Maybe she was being too much. Maybe it wasnt a big deal. she could always hear the voices of a thousand people telling her to calm down but it truly always feels like the end of the world.

“You just-” she sighed, noticing matts teary eyes and becoming taken over with a guilt of her own. “You dont understand what its like for me.”

“I wanna understand. Please.”

Her frown deepened, tears finally spilling over and pulling her hands up to clean her face. Hide the evidence of her upset as she was used to doing.

“I dont fucking belong here! I shouldnt be doing this stupid job! Everyone treats me like im a fraud already, purely because of how i look.

Im not small, im not pretty, im not nice, i cant even keep my own thoughts together let alone my actual things!”

Matt kept quiet, knowing this was needed much more than just the events of that day.

“If im an asshole, im a fat bitch. If any of those other girls are the same or worse then theyre bitches and that just makes them iconic while im permanently a fucking alien and i hate it.”

She swallowed the rest of the rant when realising she’d got slightly side tracked. She didnt need him to agree or think he understood. But she needed someone to listen and he was just gonna have to tolerate it.

“You make me seem normal, matt. I feel like one of them - finally having someone important to me in the crowd that thinks im important too. If you believe in me then i can believe in me.” she laughed, hearing her next words in her head before they left her mouth.

“I-i had to go on the fucking runway and then I was tryna act calm because i see this fucking empty space that you were supposed to fill and it just reminds me i have no one in that room.

Im used to having no one but i got used to relying on someone for fucking once and its like- its like im that same kid everyone wants to fail.”

Cherry stared up at him, heart begging him to fix all her problems which just made her feel pathetic all over again.

“Im not comfortable in my own skin, matt, i just wanna rip it off and wear someone elses.”

He cradled her face, wiping her tears with his thumb and looking for a sign she actually wanted him to speak, before spitting out words from his perspective - the perspective of someone who knew he could barely grasp the way she feels.

“You are not a fraud, okay? You’ve worked your ass off for this. You doing this means so much - not only to those girls that get to see themselves in you, but the younger you that daydreamed about being where you are.

No one can fully understand what its been like for you but that only makes you stronger, but you dont have to be strong all the time, okay?

If you need to remind me over and over whenever youve had a shitty day, just how much i dont understand your position then do that. Because i dont get it. i dont live it.

But its your emotions, its how you feel and im never gonna be sick of you telling me. You are not alien, you are not mean and you are the most beautiful person to exist.”

She sniffled, leaning slightly into his arms to feel his warmth and tight grasp.

“Dont get used to thinking i need you to tell me all this.”

“I know you dont need me to. it's not me telling you that makes it true. You make it true. But i can remind you whenever it gets hard for you to believe in.”