He’s Just A Lil Guy!!

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~(Doesn't say Y/N, only you/her/she)

~Warnings: smut but with plot , oral ,praise kink, DOM!DEAN, Posessiveness/Ownership, PIV

Summary: You're ranting to dean about how you get like NO game

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Dean is sat at the small round table in the corner of the room ,sipping on a cup of motel room coffee. Sam wanted to spend more time with Eileen so he stayed back from this hunt. You walk into the motel with a white plastic bag in hand ,big yellow font on the side reading WAFFLE HOUSE. "Hey there beautiful...oh hey to you too Y/N" Dean says with a smirk. You throw the bag onto the table and roll your eyes "You're not funny Dean." You lay back on the bed with a huff. You run your hands down the side of the face with a long sigh before saying "Why am I so MISERABLY SINGLE." Dean doesn't respond so you sit up and look at him. He's shoving his waffle into his mouth not paying attention to you. You grab a pillow from behind you and throw it at him. He catches it with his free hand and tosses it to the side. "Dude im eating?!"

"DUDE" you say in a mocking tone "I'm talking?!"

"I heard you,I just don't know what you want me to do about it" Dean says before shoveling another bite of his waffle into his mouth. You roll on the bed and groan "I don't know, i mean i think im pretty fine"

"𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒"

"Shut up,i mean like alright looking. But its like any time i go out im insivible to men!" Dean smirks and looks off, getting lost in thought.

★✮ 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂/𝑀𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝐹𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 ✮★

Deans POV:

I look over to see a male stranger looking directly at you. A low growl escapes my throat. I throw back the last bit of my drink and slam my glass onto the bar. I walk up behind you ,far enough where you cant sense my presence but close enough to show I'm with you. I cross my arms and stare daggers into the male. He makes eye contact with me and throws his hands up in surrender before walking out of my sight. You turn around and smile at me ,my face immediately softening. "Hey Dean! I haven't had much luck tonight, you?" You say with a slightly defeated look on your face. Sorry sweetheart,I cant have anyone trying to take whats mine. "Me neither" Thats a lie, a couple girls approached me, I just don't care about them. They aren't you. They'll never be you "Let me buy you a drink" I sit down next to you and order us both a drink.

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"Dean! DEAN!" You yell ,snapping him out of whatever day dream he was in. Dean looks at you confused. You sigh,"Were you listening to ANYTHING I JUST said?!" Dean shrugs and you roll your eyes at him. "I was saying we should go out tonight, we can find some hotties to take us home. You in?" Dean groans reluctantly. "OH COME ONNN" You say with an attitude, "Don't make me go without you,I haven't seen you get laid in a long time either. It will be good for the both of us!" Dean thinks about you going out alone ,dancing in your tiny dress with other mens eyes on you. His hands ball up into fists at his sides. He looks at you and your round begging eyes. "Fineeeeee" He says with a slight growl. You stand up and squeel with excitement "YES! I'm going to go get ready!" Dean looks at you confused as you grab your duffle bag and head into the bathroom. "It's kind of early to go out darlin'. " You peak your head out the door, "Dude no it's not, it's 4pm ,you just have a fucked sleep schedule."

"I do"

"You really do" You give him a look of pity before shutting the door.

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2 hours later you emerge from the bathroom to see deans back facing you. He is wearing the dusty brown leather jacket he always used to wear. "Hmm havent seen you wear that in a while Mr." You say as you sit on the bed to put your black kitten heels on. Dean turns around and looks at you letting out a low whistle. "You sure clean up nice"

"Shut up"

"Yes ma'am" He says with a smirk. You blush lightly before standing up and smoothing out your short black dress. "Ready?" You say, looking up at him with a light smile. "Yup" He says grabbing the keys to the impala before ya'll head out the door together.

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You're now sat at the bar ,fidgeting with your straw. You've been here for an hour and still no one has come up to you. "You alright sweetheart?" says an attractive man who's now sitting down next to you. You can inhale his intoxicating cologne and your eyes rake down his muscular body. "Jackpot." You think to yourself before speaking. "Oh I'm alright just...lonely". The man grins,"Me too sweetheart" He slides his hand over onto your upper thigh "Maybe we can keep each other company". You feel your face flush and you open your mouth to respond ,before you can Dean is speaking over you. "She is just fine where shes at" Dean slips an arm over your shoulder as he speaks. "Sorry didn't realize you have a boyfriend." The man says, quickly removing his hand from your thigh. You look at dean confused, "Oh I don-" "Yeah keep it moving buddy" Dean cuts you off, speaking in a low tone. The man walks away and you look at dean. His jaw is clenched and he hasn't broken eye contact with the stranger. Dean keeps his arm around you ,a mix of his cologne and the rough leather of his jacket floods your nostils. "What the hell is your problem?" you say with slight anger in your voice ,yet feeling the heat pool in between your legs. You've never seen this side of Dean before and you'd be lieing to yourself if you said you didn't want to see more of it. Dean looks at you and says something but you cant really hear him over the now loud music.

You grab his arm and pull him into the girls bathroom and into the big stall at the end. You lean back against the closed stall door and cross your arms. "What the fuck was that about?". Dean looks down at you,"What? he seemed like a pussy ,you deserve a real man." He says stepping closer to you, closing the slight distance between the two of you. You let out a light gasp as he presses his body against yours ,feeling his bulge pressing into your stomach. "Dean I-" Dean cuts you off with a kiss. Passionate wouldn't even begin to describe it. It was intense, filled with lust and longing. His hand grips the back of your neck ,pulling you harder into the kiss. You slightly open your mouth in response and he growls lowly before sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fight for dominance as you whimper into the kiss. You feel dean smirk as you kiss.

All of a sudden you hear the bathroom door open and chatty drunk girls pile into the bathroom. He breaks the kiss and looks down at you ,hand still gripping the back of your neck ,eyes filled with lust. "We should probably let them use the bathroom" you say with a shaky voice. Dean nods and lets you go as you both walk out of the bathroom. You both sit at the bar and order drinks. You get wasted and talk for hours, leaving at 4am only because the bar was closing. You both get into the impala and you drift off to sleep.

You wake up in the motel room ,dean must have carried you to bed. A smile creeps onto your face as you roll over and see dean sat up on his motel bed, researching something on the laptop. You sit up and look down ,realizing dean had thrown one of his t-shirts over your dress. Dean looks at you noticing you're awake,"Good evening sleeping beauty,I'm doing some research for this case we are on". You look at him slightly confused. "Whats with the face?" He says in a smooth tone. "Are we just...not going to talk about what happened?" You say standing up and fidgeting with the long sleeves of the shirt that you're wearing. Dean looks you up and down and smirks, enjoying the sight of you in his shirt. "Theres nothing that needs to be said." He says before going back to typing on the laptop. You huff and cross your arms "Actually there is alot to be said. You cock blocked me!". Dean looks at you and closes the laptop,"Excuse me?" "You heard me. I was finally getting hit on then you came up and acted like I was your girlfriend. Then you..." You say, voice getting softer at the end of the sentence. Dean is now standing up infront of you, only a couple inches of distance between you. He looks at you and cocks his head to the side,"Then what?" He steps closer and places a hand on face ,forcing you to look up at him. "Use your words sweetheart."

You blush beneath his intense gaze "You kissed me" you choke out. "I'm just...confused." Dean smirks at you and leans to whisper into your ear, "Let me make it clear then, Im not ever just going to sit there and watch as some dickhead try to get into my girls pants. You're mine." Your breath hitches and he pulls his head back looking into your eyes and at your lips. "Dean..." you say softly. Dean leans in,his lips almost touching yours, "Baby..." he says in a gravely tone. "Kiss me" You say as a whisper against his lip. He growls and crashes his lips against yours. His hand grips the nape of your neck and pulls you in deeper. Once again you open your lips slightly in response and he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You taste the whiskey from earlier on his lips and its intoxicating. Dean slides his free hand down and starts to massage your breast. You whimper in response. He starts to massage it rougher making you whimper louder. He breaks the kiss, speaking in a low tone "You're all mine ,got it?" You nod as he slides down to his knees infront of you. He looks up at you and kisses your legs before hiking your dress up. He pushes your legs apart slightly and traces kisses from your knee all the way up your to your thigh ,then going to the other leg and doing the same. Your hips buck as he kisses far up your inner thigh. He smirks at up at you and runs a finger over your clothed sex,making you shiver in response.

"Dean please..."

"Please what?"

"Dean..."

"Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you with my tongue."

You whimper at his words ,pressing your thighs together seeking fricton. "Please eat my pussy ,i need you so bad." Dean grins up at you before swiftly standing up and picking you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he walks over to the bed ,placing you down onto it. You take off the shirt and dress before laying back and spreading your legs for him. "such a needly slut huh? begging for me and spreading your legs wideee open." He rubs your clothed clit causing you to arch your back. He pulls your panties down and tosses them away. Placing his face in front of your glistening pussy. He looks up at you and speaks ,his voice filled with lust "Im gonna make you cum on my face while you scream my name." You whimper as he starts to slowly lick your clit, your hands grip his head and push yourself harder against his face. He moans in response ,sending vibrations through you. He hungrily eats your pussy ,occasionally stoping to trace his tongue over your entrance causing you to gasp. Your hips start to buck against his face. He pulls back causing you to whimper. He wraps one hand around your neck and hungrily kisses you ,tasting yourself on his lips. He pulls back, and places 2 fingers infront of your mouth "Suck."

You take his fingers in your mouth ,softly sucking on his two thick digits before he pulls them out your mouth. "Dean what are you?-" You say before cutting yourself off with a gasp as you feel one of his fingers enter you. You moan lightly and grind your hips against his finger. He adds the second finger and slowly finger fucks you. You throw your head back hearing a satisfied groan in his throat. He moved back down and inbetween your legs and starts to suck hard on your clit as he pounds his fingers into you. You grip the sheets and writhe beneath him. "Dean..." You say breathlessly as you feel the coil build in your stomach. "Thats it ,cum for me baby. Scream my name." He says against your sex before diving back in to suck and lick you. His fingers curl inside you to hit your gspot and your back arches off of the bed "DEAN!! MmM DEAN!!! You scream as the coil inside you snaps, filling your body with tingly euphoria.

You breath heavily as you come down from your high. Deans sitting back in between your legs and palming himself while staring at your pussy. He looks up at you and smirks. You close your legs and he growls in disapproval before forcing them back open. "Let me admire you..." He says breathless as he rubs himself harder through his pants. "I love your pretty cunt,so tight and sensative." He says running a finger across your wet slit. "Dean..." you whimper. Dean looks at you and you're looking straight at his bulge. "Is my girl wanting to return the favor?" You nod before you and Dean rearrange yourselves on the bed.

He's laying down and now you're in between his legs. You slowly unzip his pants ,pulling his underwear and pants down just enough for his cock to whip out. You gasp as his hard thick cock is now in front of your face. You knew Dean had to be big because I mean come on now ,have you seen Dean Winchester? but you weren't expecting THIS big. You hear a laugh in his chest as he slowly starts to stroke himself ,spreading the precum from his tip down the shaft, "You like what you see?" You nod ,feeling his hand creep up the back of your head. "Then fucking suck it." Dean growls. You put the tip in your mouth ,swirling your tongue around it causing him to moan deeply. You slowly take him into your mouth ,inch by inch. "Good girlll you're swallowing my cock so well." You whimper sending vibrations down his dick causing him to growl. "You like it when i praise you ,pretty slut?" You moan around his length and start to bob your head. He draws in a sharp breath as he uses the hand he has on your neck to help guide you,"Thats it, just like that ,you look so pretty with my cock shoved down your throat." You bob your head faster, tracing your tongue on the underside of his cock as you suck hard. Your eyes start to water but you don't stop ,wanting to please Dean. Dean notices tears stream down your face as you suck him hard. Dean moves the hand on your neck to your face. "You're such a good girl, so eager to please me." You look up at him and he groans,"You gotta stop sweetheart, I don't wanna waste any of my cum."

You pull off of him with a pop and smile up at him. He rubs your cheek and smiles,"My pretty girl..." dean growls lowly. You rub your legs together feeling more heat at your core. "Dean..."

"What is it baby?"

"Please fuck me"

Dean leans forward and grabs you ,flipping you over so you're pinned underneath him on the bed. He kisses you hard, claiming your mouth. You grind your slick against his cock and he groans. He leans back taking off his shirt ,revealing his toned body. You bite your lip at the sight as you reach a hand back to unclip your bra. Dean growls in approval and leans down to place kisses and bites over both your breasts ,causing you to moan. Dean takes one nipple into his mouth ,swirling his tongue around it as he roughly palms your other breast.

"Dean please..." You whimper. Dean puts a hand around your neck and lightly squeezes ,just hard enough to make you euphoric. "Shut up and be patient" You try to let out a moan but it's deafened from the tight hand around your neck. Dean goes back to nipping and licking your breasts as he keeps his hand on your neck. He leaves big dark hickeys on you ,he takes the hand off of your neck and rubs his fingers over them to soothe it. "You don't know how pretty you look right now, all needy and marked up" He places a kiss to your forehead as he rubs the head of his cock at your entrance ,you buck your hips up and whimper.

"Come on darlin' you know better than that ,use your words.

"Dean please stop teasing me ,just fuck me already"

Dean slowly pushes forward until he bottoms out inside you. You grip the sheets and whimper while he digs his hands into your hips and groans. "Fuck" He says under his breath " You're so tight". He slowly starts to speed up ,pulling out almost completely before slamming back into you. He eventually sets a brutal pace that has you arching your back and moaning his name. He runs a hand in between your bodies and starts to rub your clit. You turn your head,trying to whimper into the pillow and he digs his hand into your hip, the other one still rubbing small circles on your clit "Eyes on me sweetheart, I wanna see that pretty face as I claim you." You look back at him with half lidded eyes and he grins. He slows his pace down wanting to savor this moment. You look into his eyes as he scans over your face ,like he's trying to take a mental image of what you look like right now. "You're so beautiful" He removes his hand from your clit and brings it to your face ,stroking your cheek "You're all mine ,no one else gets to see you this pretty and lustfilled ever again. Got it?" You nod,"All I want is you Dean." Dean smirks and starts to speed his pace back up. "You have me baby, all of me."

You moan in response and hold eye contact with him as he fucks into you deeply. The room is filled with sounds skin slapping ,your moans, and his groans. He growls lowly before flipping you over so your laying on your stomach. This new position causing him to feel like he is even deeper inside you. He places one hand on the small of your back and puts the other one on the bun you have on top of your head ,grabbing it and pushing your head into the pillow ,pulling your hair occasionally. You moan into the pillow as he sets a relentless pace, fucking you with such intensity your legs start to shake. He takes his hand off of your head and runs it under you to your clit. He starts to rub your clit in fast, hard circles as he pounds into you from behind. You clench around him as you near your orgasm. "Thats it baby,Cum for me. Cum all on my cock." You scream his name as your nails dig into the pillow and you squirt all over his cock. He groans, not slowing down until you've completely come down from your high. He pulls out of you stroking his cock ,he grabs you and flips you over. He positions himself above your face as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. He groans your name as ropes of cum spills all over your mouth and face. You look up at him and smile. He places one hand on your cheek and rubs your face. "So beautiful" He softly kisses your forehead. "All mine."

husband!!

oh you ate this up

(so did he)

────────── ᝰ bluemerakis ༝༚༝༚ ────

❝ cream pie ❞

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pairing ୨୧ munch .ᐟ dean winchester x fem .ᐟ reader

warnings .ᐟ cussing, reader somewhat oblivious to the obscene meaning of munch, tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of a sexual!cream pie, mild food play, finger-sucking, oral f receiving, pet names. pls lmk if i forgot any!

synopsis ─ dean’s always poked at you for being a slow-eater. likewise, you’ve always poked at him for being a fast-eater—going so far as to accuse him of an early death should he continue at that pace. so, on the night of his birthday, he decides to make a change to his eating habits, becoming deliberately slow in his meal’s devouring. only, that meal is you.

word count ~ 5.4k

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The doors to the diner announced the next newcomer with a shrill tinkle of bells, and by the nature of human curiosity—or a hunter’s paranoia—you found yourself glancing past Dean to witness a little girl ushered inside by an older woman.

You circulated a mouthful of fries as you watched the child bound over to the front counter, short, stubby finger outstretched to prod at a large print of the most obnoxiously decorated milkshake you’d ever seen—a mound of cream, candy and sprinkles that must’ve accounted for half the drink’s weight.

“Scoutin’ out for Sammy?” Dean asked suddenly—the words muffled by the burger he’d taken to devouring almost instantly after it’d arrived. Not even five minutes ago.

You forsook the view of the little girl to tune into the booth’s space, where the Winchester sat across from you with cheeks that had grown comically round. You couldn’t help but briefly stutter on your ground fries, perplexed by the plate that he’d wasted no time in clearing out. All that was left was the half-eaten burger currently clutched between his talons, where his lips closed in on to wrap around the bread-cocooned glory. The fries that had previously formed the burger’s first line of defence had not stood a damn chance.

With a thick swallow of your morsel, you cleared your throat to voice your concern—Dean’s question hurled out the current window of care. “Where the hell did all your food go, Dean? It literally just got here!” You reached across the table to take up your glass of water, downing a much needed sip that moistened the walls of your throat after the fries had brushed it dry on their downward journey.

Observing Dean, you almost felt like you were intruding on some intimate moment between himself and his burger, which he currently ogled from every angle in search of his next, perfect bite—yet to swallow down the last bite he’d taken. The appetite on this man was astounding. And so was the seemingly unlimited mouth space that he seemed to cram full squirrel-style, given any and every chance.

At your perplexed pry, the Winchester strayed from his guilty pleasure to grace you with a stupidly triumphant look, his vigorous chewing coming to a halt. “Just gave it a tour o’ my insides,” he mumbled grossly, eyes narrowing with smug amusement while he went out of his way to part his lips in a messy, food-kissed smile—just to get a rise out of you.

“Stop that!” You groaned, hand coming up in a defensive spread to shield yourself against the view of the chunky stew plastered along his teeth. “You’re disgusting,” you added with a meek giggle, chin perking slightly as you attempted to peer at him over the jagged horizon of your fingers.

You caught his Adam’s Apple bopping with a hefty swallow, the lump striding down the lean length of his neck, and it was a sight that made you feel safe enough to lower your hand once more. You watched him pass his tongue across both oil-kissed lips, savouring the essence with a pleasurable hum and smack of his mouth—like he’d never known the first thing about table manners. He passed the remainder of his burger to one hand, the other now freed to gesture in your direction.

“Hey!” he began—a clearer, more sophisticated sound. “I get my hands on somethin’ as delicious as this, I show her a good time,” he explained with a laughable seriousness. “You, of all people, should know this.”

You’d taken to plopping another fry into your mouth while he spoke, but at that last sentence, you dusted the lingering salt grains from your hands and made a hasty swallow before answering. “That you’re a munch?” You established innocently.

Dean perked at the observation you’d made many dinings prior—wore the title like a badge of honour. “Damn right I am, baby—and this was a damn preview,” he said with a charming wink, one that entertained his own, mental scheme.

“A preview of what?” You tested with a confused grin.

Dean’s glare turned the type of determined he usually reserved for an exhilarating hunt, his lips quirking with the utmost pleasure that you’d asked. “You, me, and your good friend down south—later tonight—” he began enlightening, but neglected to finish the sentence as he brought the last of his burger to his lips. Then, they crashed down onto the buns in an obnoxious motion—gluttonously garnering every inch into the compartment of his cheeks.

He began chewing with difficulty, at first, but no look of panic flashed across his features, despite your own worry that he might’ve started choking at any instant. Then, he rolled the empty burger wrapper between his palms, eyes droning into you with an unvoiced expectancy while his jaw circulated like a cow’s. You returned his stare with a cluelessness, taking a second to mull over his incomplete sentence—and it was then that his insinuation clicked into place.

Your cheeks flushed hot at that, the hands you’d nestled at either side of your plate drawing into fists. “I was talking about the food!” You said accusingly, his innuendo drawing a disbelieved laugh from your lips.

“Yeah, no, that ain’t what munch means, sweetheart,” Dean said smoothly, rocketing the crushed wrapper into the air before catching it and plopping it down onto his plate. His palms then came together in a scheming rub, eyes lowering to the menu beside his emptied plate. “Speakin’ of food,” he hummed thoughtfully, and you lifted your chin to get a better view of the options he was scanning through. Light meals.

You shook your head lightly, turning your attention back to your own plate. “You’re going to implode,” you remarked.

“Hey—drop the freakin’ fuss,” he grumbled indignantly. “‘Cause it just so happens that shit’s on the house for this birthday dude,” he added, hands coming up to gesture to himself almost proudly. “And I’ll be damed if I don’t do somethin’ ‘bout it.”

You flashed him a hopeless smile, but didn’t push him on his appetite any further. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen Dean so unbothered and chirpy. As of now, life had been good—great, even. Bobby had offered to take care of this week’s hunts in order to free up Dean’s schedule, giving him the time to celebrate an event he hadn’t deemed worthy of a celebration for a long, long time. And Sam—ever the content third-wheel to you both—had taken the afternoon to kill time in his own Sam ways.

The deal you’d struck with the younger Winchester was that he get the morning to entertain Dean’s birthday, and you get the afternoon. The brothers were up at the crack of dawn to motor it over to some shooting range, where they’d completely obliterated the targets—earning dubious glances from the other, inexperienced hobbyists. You’d thought about asking why they’d opted for picking up a gun on their off-days, but Dean had returned with such a beaming smile that you’d swallowed the question entirely.

The only thing that mattered was that he was happy. Enjoying himself.

Eventually, Dean let out a decided exclamation, index finger coming down on the table to single out an option amongst the menu.

Your head lifted curiously. “What you got there?” You asked, plopping a fry into your mouth.

“The best thing to exist after cars,” he answered vaguely and with a playful waggle of his brows, his head then averting to do a sweep of the diner.

“With how easily amused you are, that could be narrowed down to an endless amount of shit,” you scoffed lightly.

“T-t-t,” he silenced with a finger in your direction, eyes still doing an intent scan of the space. When he managed to spot a waitress, it almost looked like his eyes could’ve slipped the keep of his sockets. His lips pierced to execute a perfect whistle, hand waving through the air to beckon her over—which she made haste on.

You turned your attention to the waitress as she pranced on over, fluster heavy in her rosy cheeks and sheepish smile as she glanced between yourself and Dean. “What can I get for you both?”

“One o’ these bad babies, please,” Dean requested with a show to the menu, hands then coming up in a thankful clasp as the waitress nodded lightly in response. “Sweet,” he murmured contently, his attention turning back to you. “Anythin’ for you?” He asked politely, but the hitch of his singular brow as he glanced between you and your stacked plate told you that he knew the answer.

“I’m good, thanks,” you told the waitress, who gave a small nod before scampering off. You turned back to Dean with a light shake of your head. “Oh, I know your heart hates you. You’re going to die an early death at this pace,” you scoffed, glancing down to where you began picking through your cooled fries in search of the crispy pieces.

“Yeah, whatever, happy deaths,” he answered lightly. “You gonna eat any o’ that?”

You glanced up to Dean’s famished eyes hounding the pot of edible gold still crowning your plate. “Yes, I’m gonna eat it!” You answered almost instantly. “I’m starving!”

“Well, you don’t look it,” he scoffed with a dramatic widening of his eyes—like he couldn’t believe you’d fault him for asking when your plate currently housed twice the calories of his. “Man, if my heart hates me, then your stomach hates you—teasin’ it like this with the one bite an hour ritual you’ve got goin’. You’re playin’ hard to get with the damn thing,” he huffed amusedly.

“It’s called savouring it,” you retorted with a light shake of your head. “You should try it some time.”

“Hey—I savour plenty, alright?” His brows perked pointedly, eyes lowering down your figure and straying to some view below the tabletop, where they lingered with a mischievous tongue poking at the inside of his cheek.

You caught on immediately, apples of your cheeks rounding with a grin. “I can’t even with you,” you sighed dramatically; warmly.

Dean’s eyes lifted back to you, forming a wink that he’d come to reserve just for you. “And yet you do, anyways,” he chuckled, then straightened in his seat with some new resolve. “Alright, c’mon—start stuffin’ up on fries. For every bite you don’t finish, your ankle’s gettin’ ganked—” he paused to reinforce the threat by nudging the toe of his boot against yours, “—and then I’m eatin’ whatever’s left.”

“What are you—five?” You giggled, and then his boot came forward to deliver the first of its taps against your ankle. You let out a squeal despite its gentle nature, hand flying forward to scoop up a handful of fries with a grin heavy on your lips.

Dean’s arms crossed as he watched you with equal amusement. “It’s called buildin’ character,” he said. “Consider this your motivation to eat faster.”

“Maybe you should try eating slower!”

He tsked in response to that, then offered a tiny nod. “Yeah, alright, alright, I’ll try it sometime,” he entertained, jerking his chin at you. “C’mon, wrap it up and we’ll go half on that apple pie I ordered.”

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On the drive back to the motel, Dean had rattled Baby’s entire infrastructure with some deafening rock, his jaws testing out new heights as he accentuated every tune with utmost enthusiasm. He’d glanced your way a couple of times to enlist you into his self-hosted concert, still blaring along to the music, but you’d only managed to pick up on a few phrases here and there through your time spent as an audience to his hunting playlists.

Whenever a song came on that you recognised, you’d chime in to harmonise with Dean in a word or two before dropping off and taking to watching him ensue into musical madness, a grin heavy on your lips. God, you loved him. You loved him so much. And you loved seeing him recognise how much of his free-will he could cash toward buying his own happiness, instead of worrying about everything and everybody else—especially on a day like today.

The drive back to the motel was a cheery one you’d mentally documented as a day to remember. When you’d eventually pulled up at the motel, Dean had laid the engine to rest with an intense glance in your direction—one that you’d come to recognise as something to question. Because if you didn’t, there was no telling what was on a mind as carefully guarded as his.

You met his gaze with light confusion, acknowledging the silence he’d coupled with his dramatic shift in demeanour. “Is everything okay?”

Much to your relief, Dean’s features grew soft, his lips spreading with a thankful smile. “Everythin’s perfect,” he soothed quickly, but no less gentle. “Just. . . thinkin’ ‘bout today—how you and Sammy went outta your way to make this day so freakin’ awesome. I appreciate it—I do,” he added with a light chuckle, his head tilting slightly as he drank you in with love-struck eyes.

You shifted across the seat until your leg was flush against Dean’s, your hand coming up to gently cradle his jaw. “First off,” you began, thumb stroking gentle lines over the apple of his cheek, and you felt the unbridled weight of him melting into your hold—because he’d always felt safe enough to entrust all of him to all of you. “When it comes to you, nothing will ever be out of the way. You’re worth the time—worth taking that moment to think about how we can celebrate the man who tries so hard to keep us all together. You’re always jumping at the opportunity to do things for everybody else, but tonight—on your night—I’m going to honour everything that you are. And reflect on how blessed the world is to have its very own Dean Winchester. How blessed I am.”

Dean’s eyes twinkled at that—like a starstruck fanboy—and you felt honoured to be the recipient of his admiration. His love.

“Secondly,” you continued. “This day is all about you—officially, and everything—there’s a birth certificate out there to prove it. But I want you to know that you’re the type of person worth celebrating every single day. And I do, quietly—with every glance I steal of you because I’m just so thankful that we exist at the same time. And even in a life that gets as shitty as ours, I’m glad that it’s you I get to share the small breaths of a break with—you that I’m laughing it up with over a burger and beer, you that I get to share a cuddle with each night that feels like it could fend off every worry, and you, in all that you are, reminding me every single day of what good looks like—and why this world is worth saving. You’re the face of all things precious and scare in this world, Dean.”

At those words, Dean cracked with a twitch of his lip, giving rise to a smile that was simultaneously hurt and healed. As he gazed into your eyes, you saw their beautiful, green depths begin to glimmer at the borders. At the first comprehension of his growing tears, he was quick to dip his head into concealment, jaw turning an inch to catch his lips onto the hand you’d cradled his cheek within.

There, in thick silence, he pressed a long and tender kiss to your palm—as though trying to brand himself with the taste, touch and scent of you. A gesture to remind you just how much of himself he’d devoted to loving you, living for you, and embracing everything that you meant to him in ways that didn’t always embody words.

You sat there for a few seconds, watching as he became one with you—choosing you as his safety confines while he worked to sort through the feelings he’d never been apt at acknowledging this gently; vulnerably. Eventually, he stirred from your hold, but not to forsake it entirely, his hands outstretching to frame you tenderly at the neck.

“God, I love you,” he whispered with a shuddered breath, the tears he’d tried to quell with a moment of silence proving to be stubborn. But they came as gentle streams, providing just enough moisture to cast a soft sheen amongst his cheeks. “I love you so damn much,” he reinforced—the sound gruff, raw and passionate—and then his lips were pressed against yours with a hunger that felt desperately pushy and shy all at once.

You reciprocated the kiss with equal devotion, hands coming up to wrap around his wrists as you steadied yourself within his passionate grip. His thumbs rubbed gentle lines down the ledge of your jaw as his kiss continued to deepen—not particularly lustful, but just a very physical, passionate vow of loyalty. A show that he was yours, and all yours.

For a while, your lips remained entangled in a fervent dance, the world all around you dissolving into nothingness. What was out there didn’t matter, anyway, not when your whole world was right here, right beside you.

⋆ .˚⋆ ≐ ⋆ ˚.⋆

Back in the motel, you and Dean had slunk inside with the intent to not wake up Sam—only to find that when you’d flicked on the lights, the younger brother was nowhere in sight. For a second, you both stood in dumbfounded silence, heads swinging to scan the modest space that he couldn’t have possibly been hidden away in—not with the height on him.

Then Dean let out a soft noise of realisation as he left your side to stroll into the kitchen, hand outstretched to pluck a note from the fridge’s barren door. He brought it toward him with a focused furrow of his brows, eyes scanning over the information before he let slip a smug chuckle.

You wandered over to Dean curiously, and just then, he turned to you with the note waving about. “Sammy’s slipped out for the night—called a cab and said us naughty teens could have the place to ourselves,” he explained with a heavy, cheeky undertone as he glanced you over.

You drew up beside him with a smile to entertain his implications, arms coming up in a cross. “Oh, yeah? Guess we better make the most of it, then,” you murmured, leaning yourself against the counter bordering the fridge.

Dean wandered close enough for the fabric of his jacket to graze your arms, head lowering to yours in a painfully slow manner. “Hm. . . what’d ya have in mind?” He asked before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then to the bridge of your nose.

Your nose scrunched playfully beneath his lips, eyes screwing shut at his very welcomed trespass. “I think—” you began, but were quickly silenced by the press of his lips against yours. After a few, greedy kisses with a point to prove, he pulled away to let you finish. “I think,” you repeated with a breathless laugh, eyes falling open once more. “You get the gist of it.”

“Think I damn well do,” he grinned, coming in for round two, but you stopped him with a finger to the lips.

“Not so fast, Casanova,” you steadied with a smile, making a point to tap his lips before pulling away. “I’ve got a little surprise for you, first.”

“What—it ain’t this?” Dean said ruefully, gesturing to all of you. “C’mon, man, quit teasin’ me.”

“I’m not teasing you,” you giggled before pushing yourself off the counter to round him in favour of the fridge. “I made you something.”

He hummed interestedly. “Well, colour me intrigued,” he drawled, turning to face you as he leaned himself against the counter to watch after your every move.

You opened the fridge and briefly ducked inside, rounding onto the point of your toes to grab the mystery meal off the top shelf. Beside you, Dean uttered a whistle of admiration, and you scoffed at his apparent leering. You lowered yourself with the prize in hand, shifting it to a one-sided grip as your free hand moved closed the door.

Dean studied the dish with interest as you strode over to him and placed it onto the counter. A part of you felt a sense of annoyance as you reflected back to the diner, where he’d gone and ordered himself two slices of pie despite your protest. You hadn’t wanted him to have his fill of it before tonight, where the dessert pie you’d baked him had been waiting for its time to shine.

Slowly, you pulled back the wrapping to reveal the dish—a dainty cream pie.

Dean took a moment to flutter his lashes, his lips forming a thoughtful pout—like he was trying to find the right words to decline your offer. You’d been afraid of this very reaction after he’d eaten enough pie for the next month. “More pie?” he remarked with an almost pained expression.

You let out a loose scoff, tossing the wrapping onto the counter. “I told you not to order another slice of pie at the diner!” You exclaimed, head shaking lightly.

“Yeah, but I just thought you were hasslin’ me over the eatin’ thing—not because you went and baked an entire one,” Dean laughed before moving to take a swipe at the topped cream. You watched as he crowned the pad of his index finger with a considerable cluster, then brought it up to his lips for a taste. After swallowing the smooth sweetness, he smacked his lips appreciatively. “But this tastes freakin’ amazing,” he praised with a warm grin. “Thanks, baby, I’ll savour it as much as the diner’s pie.”

“You’ll do that and more,” you shot back with a pretence of annoyance, but you couldn’t fend off the grin peaking through. “Cause it was hard work making this thing!”

He cocked a brow smugly. “Really? ‘Cause when last we hit the sheets, I seem to remember doin’ it in five minutes,” he said pointedly, teeth flashing a lewd grin as he gave an obnoxious wink.

Your jaw dangled at his shameless obscenity—alluding to a few nights ago where you’d begged him for a quickie, and had him finish inside of you. “Dean!” You exclaimed, hand coming forward to swat his arm lightly. “Think you’re a funny man, yeah?”

“I think I’m hilarious,” he replied charmingly, hand diving down to take another swipe at the cream. Just then, he brought it up to your face to slather the side of your cheek, which made your mouth curl around a gasp as you seized up on the spot.

“Asshole!” You sniped with no real anger, hand coming up to wipe some of the cream from your face, but Dean caught you at the wrist before you could eradicate the stickiness entirely.

“Fun-ass,” he corrected cheekily, gaze holding yours as he leaned himself down to wrap his lips around your index finger. You felt his tongue swirl around it to gather the cream, and even once he’d sucked it clean of all tangible sweetness, he kept up the wet whirlpool.

“Dean,” you laughed weakly. “Stop.”

Eventually, he freed your finger from his lips with a jarring pop, his chin wagging subtly with the pride of his action. “What?” He asked innocently, releasing your hand. “I’m just findin’ ways to make eatin’ this pie more excitin’.”

“Very innovative,” you giggled. “And messy.”

“Darlin’, don’t you worry—when I make a mess, I clean it up right after,” he remarked.

Suddenly, you became keenly aware of the cream still slathering your cheek. “Oh, is that so?” You retorted. “Because the records aren’t exactly reflecting right now.”

Dean’s hands came up in a gesture of his defence. “Hey, give me a chance,” he chuckled, then moved to wrap a hand around the nape of your neck. There, his fingers fanned the hair draping your neck, and he pulled you into his frame as his jaw made a dive toward your face.

You felt the warmth of his tongue drag a gentle trail up the curve of your cheek before drawing back to repeat the motion. You squirmed against the humid wetness, hands coming up to his chest as you let out a strained giggle. “That tickles, you weirdo!”

Eventually, he pulled back to face you, and the view of him was silly enough to send you into another giddy fit. The bridge of his nose was dotted with cream, and the trail dissipated along the curve of his glistening lips only to reappear within the divot of his chin.

“You look ridiculous!” You remarked with a warm laugh, finger lifting to wipe some of the cream off the button of his nose and present it to him.

“Yeah, well, you taste delicious,” he mocked childishly, linking his finger with yours to wipe the cream from the tip before plopping it into his mouth. He jerked his chin to the counter behind you, wiping his hands together. “Could ya pass me a paper towel, please? Behind you.”

Just then, an idea sparked to mind—shameless, and a little dirty, but fun. “Don’t bother,” you replied, and Dean’s brows shot up in surprise. Just then, you turned toward the pie, hand coming forward to scoop up an impressive amount of cream.

Behind you, Dean let out a soft huff, like he’d had an idea of what game you were about to play. Turning back to him, you hovered your cream-laden hand out in front of you, your other chaste one slipping beneath the hem of your tank to lift it up the expanse of your stomach. You terminated the stripping beneath the curve of your breasts, revealing enough of your abdomen to spur the Winchester on.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he breathed, his eyes unashamedly lowering down your exposed stomach before darting back to the cream cradled within your palm.

Without a word to spare, you began spreading a slow and messy trail across your stomach—starting at the divot between the curves of your breasts.

“Oh, I think I like where this is goin’,” Dean chuckled absentmindedly, lower lip drawn into a bite as he watched you paint the sticky trail down the length of your stomach—where you stopped just shy of your short’s hem.

Once you’d planted a generous path of cream, you brought your hand up to your lips to lick the last of it from existence, other hand still anchoring your shirt in its unobstructive place. “Rules of the game,” you began with a grin, Dean reciprocating one far more exhilarated. “Leave no mess behind—should be easy for you, he who always cleans up after himself,” you poked lightly.

“Easy?” He tutted cockily. “I’m gonna nail this out the freakin’ park. And then nail somethin’ else,” he added with a wink.

“Okay, mr. Big Talk, enough of the chitchat,” you laughed, free hand beckoning him forward.

Dean obliged with an eager, yes, ma’am, before inching his way toward you, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead, then at the crook of your neck before he pulled back to gaze you in the eye.

“Happy birthday,” you murmured with an adoring smile.

“Happy freakin’ birthday to me, indeed,” Dean breathed in astonishment, taking a moment to lower his eyes along the candy trail that paved way to his personal jackpot down under before glancing back up at you. Then, with a determined smirk playing at his lips, he ducked from your view.

His hands took up firm grip at your waist, anchoring himself there as his lips took to your cream-kissed skin like the famished jaws of a zombie. Your head lolled back at the sensation of his tongue swirling along your skin, your free hand coming forward to plant itself within the jagged field of his hair. There, your fingers curled around unruly wisps—as if needing to ground yourself against the skilled tongue currently deconstructing your every sense—and your lips parted with a soft moan.

Dean, as if spurred on by that singular, sweet sound, added teeth into the mix, nipping lightly at the surfaces he’d licked clean before continuing to lower himself down your stomach. His grip at your waist became firmer—more desperate—and as if he couldn’t restrain himself any longer, his fingers grazed down your sides to slip beneath the waistband of your shorts and underwear. There, he tugged ruthlessly, successfully managing to pull the items down and over the curves of your hips and thighs.

You aided his efforts to strip you with a shimmy of your legs, allowing the clothing to plop to the ground. Shortly after, Dean’s fingers made a return to your waist, his tongue doing one, last greedy sweep of your navel to terminate the creamy line. He pulled back to gaze up at you—nose, mouth and chin slathered with the remnants of your game—but his pupils were blown wide with arousal, his teeth bared in a grin that told you he wanted to taste more of you.

“Jesus, baby, you’re gonna ruin me,” he uttered gruffly, breathlessly, and then without waiting for your input, he dipped into the yearning warmth nestled in the nook of your thighs, where his nose struck your clit with all the right force.

Like a starved and thirsty man deprived of everything essential to life, his tongue swept through your folds with the intent to garner every last inch of you. You let out a loud moan at that, hip collapsing slightly into the support of the counter, but Dean’s hands—anchored at your hips—tightened to remind you of his reliability, pulling you back onto the support of his mouth. There, his grip lowered to your thighs, squeezing lightly before they tightened mercilessly with the intent to grind himself deeper into your warmth.

Tears began to well at your eyes as the stimulation consumed you, head snapping back and eyes screwing shut to get lost in the abyss of Dean’s making. You felt, and heard, every flick and swirl of his tongue around your clit—the sound obscenely audible as wet fluttering—and it was enough to deduce you to a stew of mindless praises.

“Fuck, Dean, fuck,” you breathed—whimpered, tightening your hold within his hair until you were tugging meanly at his scalp. But he didn’t mind it—if anything, it elicited his own grunts of pleasure, which reverberated into your folds and added to the tension you felt building within your core.

He drew your swollen clit into a whirlpool, spinning it round and round his exploitative tongue with a moan of enjoyment. You could have listened to him utter that sound a hundred times over, and it jabbed at your core to know that Dean would never fail to find joy in pleasuring you.

“Fuck, baby, so wet, ‘nd so fuckin’ good,” he murmured against you, the words slurred by his discontent to disrupt the contact—and pace. He made a dive toward your dripping entrance, gathering the amalgamation of saliva and arousal attempting to slip away unnoticed, before he briefly slipped into your entrance.

You let out a broken gasp at that foul move, hips stuttering further into his jaw, but he steadied you upright with an accomplished chuckle to rattle you from within. His tongue retreated to drag back up your folds, re-establishing its rightful place running laps around your clit.

“S’alright, baby, I got you,” he murmured into you, adding fuel to the fire you felt about to erupt within you.

“I’m gonna come,” you muttered breathlessly, thighs clamping around his hold.

Dean gave a hum of approval at that, but kept up his slow and steady pace, only intensifying the stimulation with the pressure of his tongue.

The bundle within you began to grow and grow at your centre, tightening into an inexplicable mass that you craved to let go of. “Fuck,” you spat, eyes clamping shut as you chased your high. “Dean—don’t stop,” you breathed. “Don’t stop.”

“Ain’t ever stoppin’, baby,” he mumbled, hands squeezing your thigh pointedly.

“Can you. . . go faster,” you stuttered out, eyes faltering open and chin dipping to glance at him. “Please, I need it,” you whined softly.

Dean didn’t stray from his work to glance at you, and his pace didn’t budge, either. “Can’t,” he declined. “Gotta eat slower, remember?” There was a teasing flick across your clit, and you couldn’t help but let out a disbelieved laugh, eyes falling shut once more as you melted into his controlled pace.

“Asshole.”

“Fun-ass.”

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a/n ─ happy birthday to pookie!!! and this is a birthday gift bc dean’s a simple man—he’s a munch. fuck birthday presents & fuck birthday cake, this fucker just wants to devour you. best birthday song? the filth outta your mouth when his tongue’s surfing your clit. said who? me. dean told me. in my wet dreams last night. as a bonus for shits & giggles, yall get a pic of jensen and my doggo who turned 5 today bc her and dean share a bday 😞 they grow up so fast

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whichever one wins i’ll write that fic first,but the other one will get written eventually

(both will be 18+)

we need more frenchie hype in theboys fandom pls pls

best trio ever!

Can I please please please get some Sabrina Carpenter-esque dividers? They don’t have to be lyric dividers, just her overall aesthetic. I have been OBSESSED with her music lately and can’t get it out of my head.

ooh definitely, I've been listening to so much sabrina lately! (and may or may not have the fortnite skin) 💖 I ended up doing a mix, just to keep with the style of my other musical dividers - hope you like these!!

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