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cute kaomojis 𝄞❤︎

͏

⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡  (ㅅ´ ˘ `)  (─‿‿─)  (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

⠀( =㉨= )⠀⠀ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ (๑>◡<๑) ⠀ ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

⠀⠀ (٭°̧̧̧ω°̧̧̧٭) .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.⠀⠀( ; ㉨ ; )⠀⠀(⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝) ᶻ

(¬`‸´¬) (=｀ェ´=) (o >< o)♡ ⠀(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡

𝟐̶𝟎̶𝟎̶𝟎̶ㅤㅤ ⚔️̸.ㅤㅤㅤ𝖉͞𝖗͞𝖔͞𝖕͞𝖘ㅤㅤ。ㅤ𝕱𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

военный.ㅤㅤ♱ㅤㅤ𝕮𝐀𝐎𝐒ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ㅤㅤ𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟓.

㊝ㅤㅤ 𝗦꯭𝖠𝖱꯭𝗖𝝠𝖲𝗠ㅤㅤ🪖̸ㅤㅤ𓉳ㅤㅤ䚬䛣䄢

虐꯭待꯭狂ㅤㅤ⸻ㅤㅤ🕸️𐦉ㅤㅤ❛ㅤㅤ𝗥𝝣𝖵𝖤𝖭𝗚𝗘

𝝙𝐔𝐑𝐀ㅤㅤㅤܓܮㅤㅤ©️̸ㅤㅤㅤऋऊऌइㅤㅤ╾─┼

ㅤㅤ

Slight nsfw (very mild imo) / wc: 443

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Driving down long dirt roads and stopping at random gas stations. You're almost always the one who goes in to grab the snacks while Dean pumps the gas. Well, unless he decides otherwise.

“Stay in the car, sweetheart. I'll take care of it. You wanna icee?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I know my girl.”

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Singing along to his music with him. He unknowingly taps his fingers on your thigh when he eventually gives in to your begging, finally letting you play some of your music.

You want to tease him about it. Watch the tips of his ears flush in a way he believes only you can cause, as if you alone have that sort of power over his body. But you decide you'd rather watch him subtly mouth the words to a song he hears you quietly sing to all the time, than call him out and have him stop and shy away.

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Dean loves rolling all the windows down as the Impala flies down long, empty roads. Yeah, he loves the feeling of fresh air flowing through the car, and the familiar, smoothing feeling of Baby rumbling under him. But if anyone were to ask him why he actually rolls the windows down, he would, god honestly, say it’s because of you.

He chuckles when he catches you grumbling, your hands constantly coming up to peel strands of hair that get stuck to your lip gloss. He grins widely as he watches your hair wildly whipping around in the wind, both of you giggling together as you turn to him with your face slightly scrunched up.

And he tries his very best not to crash the damn car when he watches you lean your arms and head out the window, feeling the cool wind through your fingers. Despite the fact that he's worried about you somehow hurting yourself, his free hand coming up to link a finger through your belt loop, his eyes can't help but sneak glances at your ass.

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A few hours later, it's already pitch black outside when he parks on the side of a long, empty back road, pulling you into the backseat with him as he places messy kisses along your throat.

“Come on, pretty girl, no one's gonna catch us. I'll make you feel so good, I promise.”

And you can't help but give in when he looks so pretty on top of you, his green eyes sparkling in the moonlight, as he practically begs for just a taste.

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And even after all these years, there's nothing quite like sitting in the passenger seat of a shiny black Impala with Dean Winchester by your side.

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