#dean winchester x plussized!reader

[holylulusworld]

Pour me some love (1) - Flufftober 13

Summary: He always ends up in your roadhouse.

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x Plussized!Reader

Trope: Love at First Sight

Warnings: flirty Dean, shy/low self-esteem, fluff

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Life is slow out here. You’re used to it. Years of spending your time after school at your dad’s bar taught you two things. Men can be the worst, and alcohol is not for you.

After your dad retired, his partner Ellen Harvelle took over the business. She was kind enough to offer you to stay and work for her. In the back to take care of the finances, and in the front to help her with the thirsty crowd.

Most of your guests at the roadhouse are regulars. The usual drunk, the businessmen wanting to drown their sorrows in booze, and the lonely hearts seeking company. But sometimes you get lucky and a stranded traveler or someone catching your attention ends up in your bar.

Just like tonight. He’s back, with company: Dean Winchester, your dream man on bowed legs.

You sigh watching him step inside the bar. He straightens his tousled hair as the single ladies in the bar crane their necks. You rarely get the chance to look at men like the Winchesters and their friends.

Bikers. Rough around the edges, a little cocky, and so damn handsome.

You know little to nothing about them. What you know is that John Winchester, leader of the Purgatory biker club, is Dean and Sam’s father.

Sam, the younger brother, has a girl in tow. His girlfriend Ruby. She glares at the woman at the bar, marking her property by wrapping her arms around Sam’s neck to kiss him fiercely.

They make out for a moment before John clears his throat. He came here for drinks and a cheap bed, not to watch his son fuck Ruby with his tongue. “Sammy, get your shit together,” he grits out before walking toward the table her always occupies when he’s around.

He nods at Ellen, who already carries his favorite poison toward the table, along with enough glasses for his friends.

“Welcome back, John,” Ellen says. “No fights. No swear words. No smoking at my place, Winchester.”

John smirks. “I wouldn’t dare cause trouble at your place, Ellen.” She huffs and turns toward the bar to nod at you. You’ve got your hands full with the other guests, but the biker club tips well.

“Hello sweetheart,” Dean, the elder brother, claims the only free seat at the bar counter. “What can you recommend today?” He licks his sinfully plump lips, eyes glued to your chest. “What’s on the menu tonight?”

“We’re not a diner, Dean,” you tease, and slap his chest with the dishtowel in your hand. “We’ve got peanuts, beer, booze, and bad music blaring from the centuries-old music box.”

Dean grins now. He loves that you do not shy away from him any longer. In the beginning, when he first came to the bar, you barely got a word out when he tried to chat you up.

His constant flirting and charming personality changed your mind about bikers and men in general. You slowly warmed up to Dean, and now you fear he owns your heart.

Sadly, you’ve got no clue if he feels the same or if he’s just friendly to every woman. Dean is a natural flirt, and you fear; he only tries to make you feel better. Because most of the guys coming to the bar rather flirt with Jo or the other pretty and petite waitresses.

“Hey, if you stare at Y/N as if she’s on the menu, you’ll pay for her too,” Jo slams her hand onto the bar counter. She grins as Dean’s cheeks redden.

“I was asking about the special tonight,” Dean grumbles under his breath. Another missed chance to talk to you without someone ruining it.

“Babe,” Jo whispers in your ear, “don’t make it easy for him. Make him beg for it. You’re too good for a one-night stand.”

“He wouldn't... he didn’t,” you splutter, catching Dean’s attention. He watches you nervously tug at the Zeppelin shirt you found in a drift shop. You bought it because you remember he told you about his weakness for classic rock.

“I got an eye on you, Winchester,” Jo glares at Dean. “One wrong move, and you end up spitting blood, mister.”

“Jo!” You tut.

She snickers before walking off. Jo met lots of bikers in her life. None of them meant what they promised a girl. She learned the hard way what heartbreak means.

“So... uh, any food tonight?” Dean hopefully asks. Last time he came around, you offered the rest of your homemade lasagna to him. He inhaled the food.

“I got some pie left.” You barely get the words out before he grabs your hand, holding it in his. “What?”

“Pie? I love me some pie,” Dean exclaims before leaning over the bar counter. “I swear, if your pie is as sweet as you, I’m going to marry you.”

You harrumph and wiggle out of his grip. “What are you doing, Dean?” You sniffle. “Listen, I know you’re a natural flirt, but stop pretending you like me or shit. That’s not fair, you know. A man like you shouldn’t give a girl like me hope.”

You throw the dishtowel at him before storming out of the bar to get fresh air.

“WINCHESTER!” Jo growls. She jumps over the bar counter to get the baseball bat she hides there in case one of the guests gets a little too cocky.

“I didn’t do a thing!” Dean gets off his seat to run after you. “Sonofabitch!”

“I hope so!” Jo yells after him, earning a chuckle from the rest of the biker gang. They all know Dean has a big crush on you.

“Sweetheart wait! Wait up!” Dean chases after you. He wheezes when you finally stop and wait for him to catch up with you. “I—phew.” He huffs. “I didn’t know running is so exhausting.”

“Dean, what do you want? Is this all a game to you?” You wipe your eyes. “Because it’s not funny to flirt with a girl you’re not interested in.”

“Y/N,” he grabs your upper arms, still panting. “Shit, give me a sec, baby. I—fuck. My sides hurt, and my lungs feel like I ran a marathon.”

You giggle as he tries to catch his breath. “I would never make fun of you,” he squeezes your arms before dropping his hands. Dean cups your face instead, looking you deep in the eyes. “Sweetheart, I fell in love with you the moment I stepped into the bar for the first time. I just didn’t know how to ask you on a date.”

“What? I—what?” You believe you misheard. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m damn serious, sweetheart,” Dean says and jerks his head toward a black classic muscle car parked in front of the bar. “I came with my Baby, not my bike, tonight to ask you to go for a ride with me.”

Oh, he grins with a twinkle in his eyes.

“I’m not a girl for one night.” You pout and sniff.

“Sweetheart,” he leans closer to murmur your name. “Do you believe I’m the kind of guy going for a wild ride with the girl he loves only once?”

You shake your head.

“Good,” he nods. “Now, let me kiss my girl. And then I’ll take her for a romantic ride in my car.

[sassy-pelican]

First post in a while (sorry it’s not a fic).

Buuuuut, does anyone know of some Dean Winchester x reader fics where it’s like a reverse French mistake thing? Where reader is from this universe?

Because for some reason I’m just in the mood for that. It can be any length or rating and either on tumblr or a03.

Although, I’m open to any Dean x reader fic really.

[cheynovak]

Whiskey, Cards, and Secrets

Dean Winchester x Y/N female character

Summary: Dean dares his best friend Y/N to a game of strip poker, unknowingly pushing her insecurities.

Warning: Plussize reader, body insecurities

English isn't my first language.

Please do not copy my work. Share/Like/Comments are welcome.

The motel room was dimly lit, the flickering of the old TV casting faint shadows across the walls. The unmistakable clink of whiskey glasses filled the quiet space as Y/N and Dean sat at the table, a deck of cards between them. It was one of those rare quiet nights where the world wasn’t ending and there were no demons to hunt — just the two of them.

Y/N shuffled the cards while Dean poured another shot, his green eyes glinting mischievously in the low light. They’d been best friends for years, and in that time, she’d always kept her secret crush hidden behind friendly banter and teasing. It wasn’t easy, especially when she saw Dean with those women—skinny, confident, the kind of girls he always seemed to go for. And then there was her, plus-size and self-conscious about it.

“You gonna deal those or just sit there looking pretty, sweetheart?” Dean smirked, taking a slow sip from his glass.

She rolled her eyes, masking the warmth that his compliment stirred. “Yeah, yeah, I’m dealing, hold your horses, Winchester.”

They played a few rounds of poker, the stakes rising with each one. It was just fun, though—until Dean raised the stakes even higher.

"How ‘bout we make this more interesting?" he asked, his voice dropping just a little, that teasing grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

Y/N glanced at him over her cards, eyebrow raised. "Oh yeah? What’re you thinking?"

Dean leaned forward, elbows on the table, his gaze steady on hers. "Strip poker."

Her stomach flipped at the suggestion, heat rushing to her face. She tried to laugh it off, but the insecurity bubbled up quickly. "Dean, c’mon. You know I’m not—" She trailed off, her throat tightening. She could barely get the words out, the thought of undressing in front of him making her want to curl up and hide.

Dean’s smile faltered for a second, and he tilted his head, studying her. "What? Scared you’re gonna lose?"

She looked down at her cards, biting her lip. The truth was, it wasn’t the losing that scared her. It was Dean seeing her body, seeing all the parts of herself she’d spent years being insecure about. He’d never been into girls like her, and she’d seen him with more women than she cared to count. They were always so… small. Slim. Everything she wasn’t.

She let out a shaky breath, dropping her cards. "Dean, you know why. I don’t— I can’t… I’m not like those girls you date, or usually see without clothes." Her voice was barely a whisper.

Dean frowned, leaning back in his chair. He reached for the whiskey bottle, pouring another shot but not drinking it. "Y/N," he said slowly, the teasing tone gone from his voice, "what’re you talking about?"

"You know what I’m talking about, Dean," she said, her voice a little stronger now, though her heart was pounding in her chest. "You’ve never been into girls like me. I mean, look at me." She gestured down at herself, the insecurities she’d buried for so long spilling out in a rush. "I’m not skinny, I’m not—"

"Hey, stop," Dean interrupted, his voice firm. He put his glass down with a hard thud, and when he looked at her, his gaze was serious, intense. "You think I don’t notice you?"

She blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone.

"Y/N, you have no idea," he muttered, shaking his head, almost like he was mad at himself. "I’ve been trying to keep my damn head on straight around you for years. You think I date skinny girls because that’s what I want? Nah. That’s just me being an idiot, trying to make you jealous."

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"Yeah," he huffed, running a hand through his hair, eyes locking with hers. "You drive me crazy, Y/N. Every time you walk around in those damn shorts…" His gaze dropped to her thighs, lingering there for a moment before flicking back to her face swallowing hard. "The way they hug your legs, the way your hips move when you dance. Hell, I don’t think you realize how many times I’ve had to stop myself from staring.

Y/N felt her face heat up, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She’d spent so long thinking she wasn’t his type, and now here he was, saying things that made her head spin.

"And your skin," he added, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. "I always wondered how soft it’d feel. Every time you brushed against me, it was like… I don’t know. I’m not good with this crap, but you’re more than just some friend, okay?"

"Fuck I... I try to find girls as far off from your looks because there is no way they are remotely close to your beauty... You have no idea how many times I wanted to run my hards over your curves, knead that perfect flesh."

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she stared at him. "Dean… I—"

"I know you don’t like me that same way," he admitted, his voice rougher now, as if the words were being dragged out of him. "So yeah, I went for girls that didn’t mean anything, just to try and get you out of my head. But it never worked."

She swallowed hard, her emotions swirling between disbelief and the overwhelming warmth that came from hearing him finally say what she’d been wanting to hear for so long. "Dean, I’ve had a crush on you for years."

He let out a low, smirk "Yeah? Guess we’ve both been blind idiots then."He took another sip.

The tension in the room shifted, something electric crackling between them. Dean stood up slowly, walking around the table until he was standing right in front of her. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle but full of intent.

"I don’t care about those girls, Y/N. I want you. All of you. Every damn curve, every inch." His hand rested on her shoulder, then slid down her arm, his fingers trailing lightly over her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

She didn’t know what to say, her insecurities still there, but his words made them feel small, insignificant.

"I… I don’t know if I’m ready for—"

He stopped her, leaning down so their foreheads almost touched. "Hey, we don’t have to do anything tonight, alright? I just wanted you to know how I feel."

Y/N nodded, her heart still pounding, but the weight that had been sitting on her chest for so long was finally lifting. Dean wasn’t just teasing. He meant it.

And for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe that maybe she was exactly what he wanted.

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[lostgirlfandom]

I'm Not Okay

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!PlusSized!Reader

Warnings: Mention of bullying, plus sized reader, afab reader, angst then fluff

Words: 1.8k

Being away from Dean was a feat in and of itself. But this case was especially hard since he was gone longer than usual.  

Usually, he’s gone for maybe a couple weeks on cases, tough ones maybe a few weeks. But this one is going on two months. It made you worried and stressed, even though he called as often as he could to talk about your days or to have you investigate something. And when you were stressed and worried, you tend to eat more often along with binging shows to distract you from your thoughts. 

Finally, Dean called you one day. “Hey baby, we’re on our way back to the bunker. We’ll be there in a few days.” You could basically hear the giddy grin in his voice as he spoke to you.  

Your face broke out into a giant smile. “Yeah? I can’t wait to see you. I’ve missed you so much!” You did a small wiggle in excitement at the thought of finally seeing your man after so long.  

He chuckled and sighed in contentment. “I can’t wait to see you either, baby. Although I think you missed your own personal body heater” He teased you.  

You giggled. “How’d you know?” You teased right back.  

You heard Sam in the background, and you frowned a little as Dean yelled back at him. “Alight, baby. I gotta go, I’ll call you tomorrow, alright?” 

“Alright, love. Be careful... both of you!”  

“We will. I love you, sweetheart!” He said before a rustling came from the phone.  

“I love you tooooo!” Sam sang into the phone making you laugh. You listened to them fight with laughs falling from your lips.  

Finally, Dean took back the phone. “Alight, baby. See you in a couple of days.” 

You spoke through laughs. “Alright, babe. Love you.” 

After hanging up, you went back to watching a show on Netflix that had caught your attention for a couple of hours before getting up to cook something for supper.  

Once finished, you watched one more episode before getting up to take a shower and get ready for bed.  

Walking into the bathroom, you put on a playlist on your phone to listen to while you shower as you got undressed.  

Looking up into the mirror, you paused.  

Your brow frowned as you looked at your body. Is your stomach sagging more? Do your stretch marks on your breasts look more prominent? Have those scars always been that color?  

You gave a deep frown as you dragged your hands over your stomach, feeling the soft skin and sucking in your tummy while pressing the tissue into your body. Your hands went from feeling your stomach to your love handles and grabbing at them.  

Biting the inside of your lip, your hands made their way to your breasts. Holding the heavy tissue, you tried to push them up.  

You sighed and turned to turn the shower on and stopped as you saw the cellulite on the sides of your thighs and some on your ass cheeks. Your jaw clenched as the self-consciousness grew in your mind.  

You hurriedly got into the shower and tried to let the music and sound of water drown out the intrusive thoughts.  

You had always been on the heavier side, and you had always been a little self-conscious of your body. Especially, when you were younger, and your mother would always make these little passive aggressive comments about losing weight. And when kids in your grade would pick on you for developing earlier than others. After high school, you worked on yourself. You only worked out enough so that you were healthy and then when you use to hunt like the brothers you were in shape enough to hunt the things that go bump in the night.  

You met the brothers on a hunt way before finding the bunker. You hunted alongside them for years, and somewhere along the way you and Dean fell in love.  

At first, you weren’t going to act on it. But Dean did. Dean loved your body and worshipped you when you finally got together. He showed you love that no one had ever shown you before.  

He didn’t give a fuck about anything. He enjoyed what enjoyed. And you tried to mimic that in your life.  

And it seems those doubts were coming back.  

When you got out of the shower, you avoided looking into the fogged-up mirror as you dried off as much as you could before putting on your underwear.  

Now you walked into the room, forgoing the shorts and tank top you were originally going to wear to bed, you dug through your dresser for some baggy sweatpants and a baggy shirt.  

You curled up in bed and silent tears welled up in your eyes before you cried yourself to sleep.  

The next two days carried on the same. You ate less though, and you were binge watching more shows to distract yourself from your mind.  

Dean could tell something was wrong when he called you both days to check on you. You were giving him small answers and when he asked what was wrong, you just told him you felt like you were coming down with something.  

The day that the boys got back, he definitely knew something was wrong when you didn’t come greet him at the entrance like you usually do.  

He raised an eyebrow before looking over at Sam, who also looked confused at the missing piece. Dean sighed, “I’ll go look for her.” Sam nodded and followed down into the map area. Sam headed towards his room and Dean headed to your shared room first.  

Dean walked in and paused as he found you lying in bed with your back facing the door. His brow frowned in concern as he let his bag drop down by the door and shut the door behind him. You softly flinched at the sound of the bag dropping, but you didn’t look over as you seemed to curl up even further into a ball on the bed.  

Dean quietly walked over to the bed and sat on the side and put his hand on your side. “Baby?... What’s going on, huh?”   

You were silent as tears fell from the corners of your eyes down onto the pillow. You didn’t want to answer him. You didn’t want to speak, and you were afraid if you did, he would agree with you.  

He stared at you and then moved to take his boots off along with his flannel. He slowly moved to get under the covers with you. His hand slowly rubbed your back for a moment before moving to wrap around your waist to pull you close to him, but you tensed. He paused and grew more concerned. He let his hand rest of your waist and just rubbed up and down your side.  

“Baby... what happened while we were away?” He whispered into the room. Just being cautious of the tension in your body.  

You were still for a moment.  

You shook your head.  

Dean stared at the back of your head. It was silent as he let you stew in your head for a few minutes more.  

“Baby girl, can you please tell me what is bothering you? At least try to. I wanna help, but I have to know what’s going on.” He told you as he scooched closer to you. You didn’t tense up this time, but you were still contemplating if you wanted to tell him why you were stuck in your head. 

There was a lull in silence before you spoke up, your voice was raspy from the nonuse of that day. “I gained weight...” 

He frowned and stared at the back of your head. Dean couldn’t tell from all the layers on top of you.  

“So? You’re still my baby-”  

“Dean. My stomach looks so saggy and uneven that I feel ugly. My stretch marks are more prominent again... my hips look weirdly shaped, and I feel like... like I’m just so ugly.” You cut him off as you ranted for a moment. “I hate the way I look. I can’t look in the mirror without feeling disgusted with myself. I don’t know why you stay with me. I don’t know what you see in me.” 

Dean’s eyes watered up slightly as he listened to you. He swiftly wrapped his arm around you and pulled you as close as he could to his chest with his other arm going underneath you to full encase you in his arms.  

“Y/N... I know what I say won’t help all the way, but I get it... but I love you. Whether you are four hundred pounds or however you weight now, or if you were as skinny as a twig. I love you because you except me for how I am. I never got that from my dad. You make everything seem worth it. You make the tough days feel like they are worth it. You make all this bullshit we deal with on a daily basis, feel like we are making a difference in the world. The shit we do, is a thankless job but we do it anyway and you always tell me that I’m doing my best whether it was finding like the tiniest detail on a job or if it’s saving someone’s life. You make me feel so important... and I can never express everything I feel for you in words, but this is a start. You are beautiful no matter what. You just... You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” 

More tears spilled down your face as you listened to Dean talk. His voice cracking every now and then from the pure emotion in his voice. His arms were enclosing you to him, if not he felt like you might disappear on him.  

“So, what if you have a more pronounced stomach or you have stretch marks or if your body is purple or if you looked like Jabba the Hutt. You are everything to me, Y/N. You are beautiful and perfect for me.” 

You went to move to turn around and face him and he let you lose for a moment to do that but then gripped you tightly to himself again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and put your forehead to his. You were still crying but because of his words and how your heart and mind felt lightened a little bit from the emotion that poured from his rant. His eyes were still watery and shined from the tears that didn’t fall but you still saw the love for you in them.  

Every inch of your body was against his, with your legs intertwined together. Your fingers dug into his hair, and you just stared at him for a solid second.  

You took in a ragged breath before whispering out. “I can’t promise that I’ll be okay right away... Thank you, baby. I love you so much...”  

He sighed out a ragged breath too before reaching forward and kissing you lightly on your lips.  

It was going to take a while for you to be alright but with Dean by your side... You think you can get to be okay with yourself.  

[ninchen1909]

Masterlist

 Marvel

Series: The Teacher and the Mob Boss (ongoing)

Mob! Bucky Barnes x reader

-Chapter 1-

-Chapter 2-

-Chapter 3-

-Chapter 4-

-Chapter 5-

-Chapter 6-

-Chapter 7-

-Chapter 8-

Mini-Series: A drunken rage and a sober confession (complete)

Bucky Barnes x Best friend! Reader

-Chapter 1-

-Chapter 2-

-Chapter 3-

A secret and its consequences Mob! Bucky Barnes x reader (complete)

-Chapter 1-

-Chapter 2-

One Shot:

The first time Buckyx plussize!reader

It‘s shower time Bucky x Reader

A night to remember Bucky x best friend!reader

Supernatural

Best friends only? Dean Winchester x Reader

Vikings

The wrong groom Ivar the boneless x reader

The wrong groom II

Side by Side Ivar the boneless x reader

Football

Jealousy I Erling Haaland x Reader

Jealousy II

[team-free-will-you-idjits-67]

Swimming Partner

Description: Your life was spent in the water before you began hunting with the Winchester’s. After joining the hunting life, all your regime’s from before were thrown out the window, causing some weight gain and self-conscious thoughts. Dean quickly squashed those thoughts, making you feel more comfortable in your skin. 

POV: Female Reader

Characters: PlusSized!Reader , Dean Winchester

Relationship: PlusSized!Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: FLUFF. Also, I can’t remember if there is any explicit language, so this is a warning for if there is, unnecessary if there isn’t. 

Word Count: 2380

A/N: This is for the Anon that asked for a Plus Sized!Reader x Dean fic where the reader was a competitive swimmer before she started hunting with Sam and Dean and gaining weight. The reader was self-conscious to have Dean see her in a swimsuit, having Dean clear those thoughts from her head and making her feel comfortable. I hope this is everything you hoped for! I was going to try and do some smut with this, but it just didn’t feel right to me? 

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Water. It’s your best friend.

The pool has and always will be your number one place to go. Swimming helps you relax, it helps you think, it helps you in ways some people can’t. This all probably stems from your competitive swimming days, before this life. You used to spend hours on end in the water, getting better times, perfecting techniques and more. Most people probably would hate the water after all of the training you’ve been through, but it was your escape.

Now, you’re lucky if a little motel you’re holed up in with the Winchesters has a pool.

It always makes your heart skip a beat and you get excited when you see a pool, no matter the size, at a motel you pull into. The brother’s always laugh at your reaction, every time. You just brush it off. If they had an escape like this, they would understand.

Thankfully, with being a hunter, work always runs late. You always get the pool to yourself to do laps, time yourself to see if you can still keep up with your old self, and you didn’t have to walk around half naked in front of people.

Since joining the Winchester’s and the hunting life, your old exercise and diet regime flew out the window. Yeah, hunting is definitely exercise between chasing, fighting, and killing the supernatural, but it also leaves little room for a healthy diet. A lot of your time is spent sitting in the impala, grabbing any food that you can whether its microwaveable from a gas station or burgers from a burger joint, causing you to gain some weight.

It was a noticeable gain, but the Winchester’s never said anything. They valued you on your intelligence and ability to kick some supernatural ass, not on how you looked.

After a long hunt with Dean, you are happy to see a pool at the motel you both are pulling into. Sam is off with their mom, Mary, helping her with a coven of witches while you and Dean are off to do a salt and burn. A milk run for both of you by now.

You try to contain your excitement while Dean gets a room. You slightly bounce in the seat, already imagining the cool water encasing you, erasing your worries and giving you momentary relief. Dean sinks back into the impala, handing the room key to you and silently drives towards your room. You throw yourself into the room, leaving Dean behind. You want to get changed as quickly as you can.

Your heart sinks while you’re pulling your bathing suit out of your duffle on your bed and Dean softly speaks to you, “You know. I might go swimming with you, Y/N.”

You drop the suit back in your bag, hoping Dean doesn’t notice, “I don’t think I’ll go out and swim this time.”

Dean scoffs behind you, “Y/N, I know you. You want to get in that pool.” You can hear him walk towards you while you’re still staring down at the suit hidden in your bag, “I even went to this hotel for just the pool,” you can feel him close to you, warmth radiating off his body, “for you.”

You turn around, Dean closer to you than you thought, “I just don’t want to tonight,” you shrug your shoulders.

You can tell he isn’t convinced, it’s written all over his face as he speaks, “You’re lying Y/N, let’s go! Go kick my ass in the pool.”

You smile, knowing you definitely would beat him in a race, but your inner demons and thoughts won’t let you. You bite on your lip, “I think I’ll just head to bed Dean.”

You start to walk away from him when he grabs your arm, “Y/N. Stop,” he pulls you around to face him, his bright olive eyes burning into your Y/E/C ones, “Why won’t you swim with me?” You avoid his gaze, causing him to push further, “Y/N. What is it? C’mon, you can tell me.”

You sigh and look towards the oldest Winchester, “I just,” you pause, biting on your lip, “I’m self-conscious about how I look in my swim suit.”

Dean’s face twists with confusion, “Why? There’s nothing wrong with your body.”

You roll your eyes at him and scoff, “Yeah, okay Dean. I don’t think I’m the only one that has seen how much weight I’ve gained since I started hunting with you guys.”

“Y/N,” Dean sighs and runs his hands through his hair, “There’s nothing wrong with your body,” he steps towards you, placing his hands on your hips, causing your breathing to hitch slightly, “You’re beautiful.”

You roll your eyes again, “You’re just saying that.”

Dean groans in frustration before he grabs your suit out of your duffle and pushes it into your chest, “Go put this on. Meet me at the pool in 15 minutes.” He begins to walk towards his duffle before turning back towards you, “If you don’t, I’ll drag you out there,” his eyes trailed over your body, causing heat to rise to your cheeks, “No matter what you’re wearing.”

You nod and walk into the motel bathroom.

10 minutes later you emerge from the motel bathroom, so Dean doesn’t come in and grab you to take you to the pool. He isn’t in the room which allows you breath slightly.

With the pep talk you gave yourself in the bathroom fading, you wrap a towel around yourself and make the short walk to the pool.

Dean is wading in the deep end of the pool, facing away from you, when you approach the pool. You try your hardest to not make noise, so he doesn’t hear you but end up tripping over yourself. Nice job, slick. You sigh when he turns around. You can tell his hunter instincts had taken over in that moment but softened when he saw you, a smile across his face.

“C’mon Y/N,” he says as he gestures with his hand, water droplets falling from his arm. You look him over, what you can see at least. His bronze chest is damp with water drops scattered across it, his hair wet, spiky and starting to fall in his face, and his damn smile. How does he expect you to get into the water with him? He senses your hesitation, “Y/N. Don’t make me come over there and pull you in.”

You sigh and drop the towel that was secured around your chest with your death grip, looking down at your feet as you get into the water, not wanting to see Dean’s reaction.  Once the cool water rolls over your slightly sore muscles from sitting in the impala all day, your worries begin to wash away.

You take a deep breath and dive under the water, pushing off the wall of the pool and quickly swimming over to Dean. The usual relief and peace you feel with swimming washes over you, making you forget about your previous worries. When you break from the water seconds later, Dean stares wide eyed, “Damn Y/N. I didn’t know you swam that fast.”

You laugh, “I used to be faster.”

A playful smile crosses his face, “Wanna race?”

You roll your eyes and smile, “You’re going to lose Winchester.”

He wades over towards you, you both against the wall of the pool, and winks, “We’ll see about that Y/L/N.”

You look over towards him and nod, “On three, okay?”

Dean smiles, “Okay.”

You count, “One, two,” and Dean breaks from the wall, “Cheater!” You quickly dive under water, pushing off the wall and swim towards him. Even with his unethical start, you still caught up to him quickly. At the other end of the pool, you easily turn around and kick off the wall, leaving Dean behind. You cross the last few feet of the pool with ease, stopping at the other side. Slightly breathless, you turn around to see Dean crossing the last few feet of the pool.

You giggle as he breaks the water, gasping, “Told you Winchester.”

Dean looks towards you and playfully snarls. He’s still out of breath and can’t talk yet. You float onto your back, your clothed belly slightly protruding from the water, as you lazily swim out towards the middle of the pool.

You sigh and look at the stars, letting the water roll over your whole body, excluding your face. You jump slightly when two large hands pull your torso up out of the water. You look down at your chest pressed against Dean’s and up towards his face. His olive eyes were soft looking down at you and slightly crinkled from the smile playing on his lips, “See Y/N, you had nothing to worry about.”

You roll your eyes and look off towards the side of the pool, you couldn’t pull away from him with his arms tightly wrapped around your lower back, “Yeah, whatever Winchester.” You can feel the self-consciousness and doubt bubble back up to the surface and the peace from the pool fading.

Dean, seemingly seeing your internal struggle, brings you back to reality, “Y/N, really. You’re beautiful.”

You look up towards Dean, tears forming in your eyes, “Again, you’re just saying that Dean.”

Dean looks up towards the sky and sighs before he looks back down, staring into your eyes as one of his hands leaves your back and cups your face, “No, Y/N. I mean it.” His thumb softly strokes your cheek as his eyes wander down to your lips and back to your eyes, “You really are beautiful.”

You can feel the heat start to rise to your face again at the kind words from Dean, him touching and looking at you the way he was didn’t help either. You look down at his anti-possession tattoo and bite your lip slightly, “Dean,” you begin to protest.

His grip tightens on your back and the hand on your face trails down to your chin, pulling you up to face him, “Y/N. No.” You start to protest when Dean’s lips land softly on yours. At first, you’re slightly shocked. You have always thought that Dean was a good-looking guy, but you never thought he would be into you in anyway besides a hunting partner. You shut off any sort of feelings that weren’t platonic towards him so you didn’t get hurt in the long run. Eventually, you melt into the kiss, relaxing against him and tangling your fingers through his wet hair.

Dean pulls away from the kiss, leaving you both panting as he slowly rubs your cheek with his thumb, “You’re beautiful Y/N. Trust me.”

You look back down towards his tattoo, tracing it with one of your hands, “Thanks Dean.”

He pulls you into his chest, chuckling. He lays his chin on the top of your head and rubs small figure eights along your back, “You’re welcome Y/N,” he pauses and squeezes you softly, “And I mean what I said. You’re beautiful. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

You laugh softly as you pull away from him, “You-“

Dean rolls his eyes and cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours again, rougher than the first time. His hands run up your body and cups your face, deepening the kiss. Instinctively, you hop up slightly in the water, wrapping your legs around his waist and tangling your hands in his hair again.

Both of you lose track of time, just kissing each other when a voice breaks the new intimacy between you two, “Hey! No sex in the pool!”

You both jump away from each other, laughing. You look up towards the motel owner smiling, “Sorry sir.” You swim over to the pool ladder, Dean following behind closely, and get out of the pool. When the motel owner is out of earshot, you both laugh as you walk towards the motel room.

The laughs die down when Dean closes and locks the motel room door.

You both remain quiet as you walk towards your duffle on the bed, “I think I’m going to take a shower, Dean.” You look over to see him hanging his head slightly before looks up to you and nods. Does he regret what just happened? You drop the clothes that were in your hand and you turn towards him, “What’s wrong Dean?”

He looks up towards you and shakes his head, “Nothing Y/N.”

Your eyes narrow as you watch him, “You’re lying Winchester.” You walk towards him, standing in front of him, “What’s wrong?”

Dean’s once olive eyes are now emerald with sadness pooling in the green depths, “Y/N,” he sighs, “I,” he pauses and looks down at the floor, thinking, before looking back up towards you, “I just don’t want you to think what happened in the pool was some sort of pity thing.”

Your brow furrows in confusion, “I wasn’t thinking that, actually.”

Dean closes the short distance between the two of you, smiling, “Good. I meant what I said Y/N,” his hands softly lay on your toweled hips, “You’re beautiful and any guy would be lucky to have you,” he pauses and softly kisses your lips again, “especially me.”

A small, “What,” escapes your lips as you look up into his eyes.

A smile plays at his lips, “I like you Y/N. I have for awhile,” he chuckles to himself, “Hell, I’m in love with you.” He cups your cheek with one hand, rubbing soft circles with his thumb, “It hurts me that you don’t see how beautiful and perfect you are.”

You chuckle, “I’m far from perfect Dean.”

He smiles and laughs, “Y/N, I just told you that I love you and you focused on how I described you.”

You lean into his hand and smile, “It’s a bad habit.” You place a hand on his cheek and look into his eyes before leaning in, placing a small kiss on his lips. Hearing him say those three small words to you, make you realize everything you’ve been holding back since you met Dean. Your feelings envelope and overwhelm you, “I love you too Dean.”

Dean wraps his arms around you tightly, hugging you and kissing the top of your head.  

Looks like you have a new swimming partner.

Forever Tags:

@emoryhemsworth, @alexwinchester23, @nanie5 , @gabrielslittleangel

Dean x Reader Tags:

@unlikelycollectortimetraveler

[supernatural-fan151]

@kahlanlamon

I only think about my comfort character(s) making me feel everything.

[holylulusworld]

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Like in 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, and 2023, I will post a kinky, fluffy, angsty or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st, 2024.

Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until the release date.). The release date may change at any time.

ANGST/SMUT/FLUFF

October 1st: Forbidden Lust (3) sequel to Forbidden Lust & Forbidden Lust (2)

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Homewrecker kink

October 2nd: How deep is your love? sequel to Deepest love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Friends to lovers

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 3rd: Extreme tight places sequel to Cramped & Tight places & Very tight places

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Kink: Anal sex

October 4th: Colorful leaves sequel to Falling leaves

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Trope: Sunny vs grumpy

October 5th: Serve your Soldier (2) sequel to Serve your Soldier

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Kink: Collars

October 6th: Snuggle and cuddle sequel to Snuggle time

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Trope: Huddling for warmth

October 7th: Good girls punch hard (1)

Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Kink: Lust at first sight

October 8th: A new life sequel to One autumn night

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Trope: Nesting (a/b/o)

October 9th: The peach (2) sequel to The Peach

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Girlfriend!Reader

Kink: Spanking

October 10th: My car again? sequel to Not in my car

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Cuddling & Snuggling

Requested by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 11th: Breathlessness sequel to Breathless & Take My Breath Away

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Boss kink

October 12th: Death or date?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Trope/Kink: Enemies to lovers

October 13th: Pour me some love (1)

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x Plussized!Reader

Trope: Love at first sight

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 14th: Ashtray (2) sequel to Ashtray

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Kink: angry sex

October 15th: My lawn, my rules sequel to Get off my lawn

Pairing: Alpha (Teacher) Bucky Barnes x Omega (Teacher) Reader

Trope: Mating

October 16th: Howl like a wolf (Prologue)

Pairing: Alpha!Anders Lassen x Omega!Reader

Kink: a/b/o

October 17th: Bucky & Ducky (1)

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Side-pairing: Bucky x Ducky the duck

Trope: Best buddies

Idea by: @buckys-wintersoldier

October 18th: Pipsqueak & Grumpy (2) sequel to Pipsqueak & Grumpy

Pairing: Wolverine/Logan Howlett x Chubby(Short)!Reader

Trope: TBA

October 19th: Torn in two

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Trope: Unrequited Love

October 20th: Sweater weather sequel to Christmas Sweater

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Trope: Sweater weather

October 21st: The cabin in the woods (2) sequel to The cabin in the woods

Pairing: Winter Soldier x fem!Reader

Trope: Captivity

October 22nd: Lunchtime Delight

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Girlfriend!Reader

Kink: Edging

Idea: by @elle14-blog1

October 23rd: My annoying sexy neighbor (2) sequel to My annoying sexy neighbor

Pairing: Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Semi-public sex

October 24th: Parallel Worlds (1)

Pairing: Negan Smith (TWD) x fem!Reader x John Winchester (SPN)

Trope: Daddy kink

October 25th: Unwanted mate (2) Bucky's version sequel to Unwanted Mate (Bucky's version)

Pairing: Alpha!Stucky x Omega!Reader

Trope: Triade

October 26th: Up his sleeve

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Hand kink

Idea by: @buckys-wintersoldier

October 27th: Breakfast for...

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Wife!Reader

Kink: TBA

October 28th: Their bride (Snippet 1) sequel to Best bridesmaid ever

Pairing: fem!Reader x Nick Fowler, Ari Levinson, Lloyd Hansen, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Trope: Post-Coitus moment

October 29th: His Bride (Prologue)

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Trope: Vampire AU

October 30th: Bound Tight

Pairing: Gus March-Philipps x fem!Reader x Anders Lassen

Kink: Ropes

Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR

October 31st: His little red riding hood sequel to Little Red Riding hood lost in the woods

Pairing: (Alpha) Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader (LittleRedRidingHood)

Trope: Monster-fucking

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

girl, you’re beautiful | Dean Winchester x Plus Size!reader

Requested by @princesswagger17​ / Summary: What it would be like for Dean Winchester and a plus size girl to date.

A/N: y’all know I don’t usually add descriptions in my reader inserts to make sure everyone is included, but as a big girl (and always been one), sometimes it’s great to see stories specific to larger girls. And this was also requested specifically. 

Also, I am so sorry it’s taken so long to get it out and written. I hope you enjoy! I didn’t write this to flow together, but rather different scenarios. I think it’s almost like a head cannon?? 

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

** Rules for Requesting **

** Who I Write For **

********************************************************************************************NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS

He loved your thighs. I mean absolutely LOVED them. Don’t get me wrong, he loved every part of your body, but he had a thing for your thighs (and ass of course). His hands would always find their way to your thighs or ass. When you would sit next to him (more like he pulled you to sit down next to him; he was protective like that. he wanted you all to himself), he would put his hand on your thigh, squeezing gently every so often or would even just caress it mindlessly. He would tell you he loved your legs because it was like reading a book that was leading up to the best part of you (your heart, get your minds out of the gutter ;) 

He would come up behind you while you were cooking and squeeze your ass, whispering hotly in your ear, “I love this.” 

He’d walk behind you and he wouldn’t be able to help himself, he reach forward and squeeze it. Especially while you were walking through a grocery store aisle. You’d squeal, “Dean!” and he’d smile sheepishly with an innocent shrug, “I can’t help myself.” 

He was all about making sure you knew you were beautiful and sexy and how much he loved you. Even on those dark days where the insecurities creeped in. He could tell when you’d mindlessly stare into space, subconsciously covering your stomach with your arms or a blanket or pillow. He’d stop whatever he was doing and come to kneel in front of you, making you look at him, “I know that mind is playing tricks on you, but i love you and you’re beautiful.” He’d wipe the tears from your cheeks and hold you while you cried, continuing to murmur how beautiful you were to him. Those were the days he made sure to give you extra love and attention.

“Girl, you are beautiful!” He’d dramatically flip his hand, making you laugh as you’d come out of the dressing room, giving him a twirl. 

Three dresses later he wouldn’t be able to help himself and would come up behind you, gripping your hips as you stared at each other in the mirror, “Buy this one... I really, really like it.” 

Later that week when you’d wear the dress out to dinner with him and Sam for a double date, he’d stand there for a moment, admiring the view. Pictures of your future with him flashed in his eyes and he’d just hope you wouldn’t leave him. He didn’t know if he could take it. 

“We both know Sam’s girlfriend will be wearing this gorgeous dress.” You sigh, smoothing out yours, “and she’s going to look perfect in it.” You mutter. 

Your muttering brought him back to reality and he stepped forward, stopping you from walking passed him, “The only girl i’m going to be looking at is you.” 

You roll your eyes, patting him on the chest, “It’s fine Dean, you’re a male, you can look at all those pretty and skinny girls that will be there tonight.” 

He gently grabbed your arm as you tried to walk by him again, his face serious, “The only girl that matters in my eyes is you. You will be the only girl I’m looking at tonight and you know that.” 

And he was true to his word. His eyes never wandered; they stayed on you and only you. He loved you no matter your size and made sure you knew it. He loved you for you. For your heart, the way you loved, the way you laughed and the way you smiled. The way you would always stop on the street to pet a dog; the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you loved. Nothing else in this world mattered to him. You loved him, he loved you and the size of your jeans didn’t matter to him. As long as you loved him back, that was all he needed.

Supernatural tag list: @fanficscuziranout​ , @taylordrunkonwhiskey , @hollymac79​ , @akshi8278​ , @thedarkqueenofavalon​ , @idkhaylijah​ , @dpaccione​ , @corishirogane3​

All my works tag list:  @blossomreed , @mggstyles  , @simonsbluee , @thewolf-and-thesheep , @obxrafejjwhore​ , @abbiesthings​ , @itstaskeen​ , @reniescarlett

***A/N: I struggled with wondering how someone would love me for my size when I was the biggest girl in my class. I struggled with that insecurity and comparing myself to them; how the boys would follow them around aimlessly, willing to do anything for them but I would never turn their eye no matter how hard I tried. It was hard, but I knew and I told myself every day, when that guy comes around who truly loves you, your size won’t matter to him. And y’all let me tell you, I found that guy and it was in the most unexpected time and place. So, if this is something you struggle with, I want you to know, don’t give up. That guy (or girl) is out there for you. But you have to first realize, you’re beautiful on your own without the clarification from someone else. You don’t need someone to tell you you’re beautiful for you to believe it. You just have to believe it. So, be confident. wear that dress, wear those shorts or pants, wear that tanktop or bikini. Wear whatever the fuck you like. You do you and love it. Screw everyone else’s opinions. *** 

[peridottea91]

Summer Heat

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 859

Written for: @spnkinkbingo​​

Square(s) filled: plus size

Warning(s): smut, just pure smut

Divider by: @firefly-in-darkness / @firefly-graphics​

MAIN MASTERLIST - DEAN MASTERLIST - SPN KINK BINGO 2021

It was a hot Saturday night in the middle of June.  Cicadas buzzed outside, and just about everyone in Lebanon headed to the bars for a good time.  You were relaxed at the counter, casually sipping on a rum and coke as you nodded along to the music and watched the boys hustle a game of pool.  Although, at this point, it looked like they were mostly playing for fun.

Dean landed another ball in the pocket before laughing at something Sam said and taking his next shot.  With his turn over, he took a long swig from his beer and looked your way.  Licking his lips, your boyfriend eyed you hungrily, appreciating the way your blue summer dress hugged your supple curves.

You were thicker than most girls, but that didn't seem to slow down Dean's insatiable appetite for you.  At any and every opportunity, he would touch you, grab your ass, grind against you, whatever he could get.  When he said that some folks liked "more cushion for the pushin'," you hadn't realized the exact extent to which Dean loved your body.  But then again, you weren't complaining.

Dean smirked at you from the pool table, undoubtedly thinking of all the things he would do to you later.  You sat your glass back on the countertop and leaned back on your elbows, crossing your legs and pushing your chest out for him to ogle.  You knew what you did to him.  You also knew that you were in for one whirlwind of a night if his expression was any indicator.

In no time at all, the boys wrapped up their game and Dean swaggered over to you.  Taking his place next to you at the bar, Dean ordered another round and gave your knee a squeeze.

"Hmmm… You showing off for me, darlin'?"

"Well, I had to get your attention somehow," you said sweetly, tilting your face towards his so he could kiss you.

"Oh, you've got it," Dean appreciatively dragged his hand along your thick thigh and under your skirt, "And, uh, why did you need my attention?"

You gave his lips a soft, slow kiss before answering, "Well, you see, I've been drinking and I'm gettin' awfully hot.  I was hoping you'd take me out back and help me cool off."

"Oh, sweetheart.  I'll take ya out back, but I can't promise you'll cool off," he responded hungrily, pupils rapidly blowing with lust.

Laying some cash on the bar, Dean grabbed your hands and pulled you to your feet.  Expertly weaving through the crowd, Dean led you to the back door, which had been propped open so air could circulate.  As soon as you were outside, he was all over you - grinding, kissing, grabbing every inch of you he could.

His kisses were sloppy and tasted like whiskey, but for some reason, it only turned you on more.  Without breaking contact, you expertly undid his buckle and freed his already hard cock from the confines of his jeans.  Scooping beneath your thighs, Dean heaved you up and pinned you against the rough brick wall.  Wasting no time, he pulled your panties to the side, lined himself up, and sank you onto his cock, causing you both to groan with pleasure.

"Fuck….  So wet for me, baby."

Tugging down the front of your dress, Dean groped at one of your breasts before latching onto your nipple.  Squeezing the full gloves of your ass, he began to thrust desperately, pulling obscene noises as his thick cock pounded into you.  You clung desperately to his shoulders, digging your nails into the soft fabric of his shirt as you threw your head back and mewled in pleasure.

Letting go of your nipple with a pop, Dean shifted the two of you so that you were flushed between him and the wall.  Freeing your other breast, Dean licked and mouthed at the swells while pounding into your relentlessly.  You had to clap a hand over your mouth to silence the scream of pleasure that almost escaped.  Dean continued to thrust, growling and panting as he licked the sweat from your neck and bouncing breasts.

It didn't take long before you were seeing stars, your orgasm crashing over you in a dizzying wave of pleasure.  Dean came right behind you, hip stuttering and legs shaking as he painted the walls of your wrecked pussy.  Panting for air, he slowly let you slide out of his arms, careful not to drop you.

"Sorry, darlin'.  One look at you in that dress and I couldn't resist," Dean rasped, lips swollen and cheeks flushed.

You chuckled softly, wiping the sweat from his brow, "Me neither.  Must be the heat making me restless."

"Yeah, well, it don't get better than this," he joked with a wiggle of his brow, quoting the song playing loudly inside the bar.

You scoffed and shook your head, pulling him in for another kiss.  Your legs were sore and you felt sticky from your activities, with Dean's cum trickling down the inside of your thighs.  Between the summer heat and the music, however, you already revved up for round two.

Tagging: @akshi8278 @idreamofplaid @stixnstripesworld

[waywardimpalawriter]

New Dean Winchester x F!Plus Size Reader two part fic coming tomorrow. Seeing if anyone wants to be tagged so you’ll know. There’s a special guess towards the end of the story. Let me know with a reblog with comment, reply, ask or message. Looking forward to sharing this story with all my doves.

[sorenmarie87]

Zeppelin, No!

Summary:  You finally meet Dean, but not in the way you were expecting.  

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size! Reader.  Sam, Carrie (OC), Haley (OC), Zeppelin.  

Square Filled: Online Dating

Word Count: 1,478

Warnings/ Rating:  Language, innuendos.  

A/N:  Written for @spngenrebingo​​ and beta’d by the lovely @littlehotmess26​​​.  Also, the idea for this fic was given to me by @fictionalabyss​​​.  

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You had pretty much given up on the whole dating scene after a former friend had scared away the guy you had a major crush on.  You figured that it was easier to be alone than to deal with being in a relationship with anybody.  That was until you realized how alone you felt.  

You asked your best friend for an app suggestion, as a way to get yourself out of the funk you were currently in.  The first app you tried, all you kept getting were people asking for nudes and quite a few unsolicited dick pics.  You were close to deleting it but when you received a message from “Impala67”, you decided to give it one last chance.  

No dick pic, no rude ass questions about your weight, just a simple question of what your favorite band was and if it was anything other than Led Zeppelin, you were wrong.  You chuckled as you typed out your response and the two of you spent the rest of the night talking.  

You found yourself messaging him whenever you had a spare moment and a lot of the time, it was when you were at work.  “You’ve got this weird grin on your face, and it needs to stop.  You’re scaring away the customers.”

“Rude, first of all..”

“Just stating a simple fact.”  Carrie snickered as you threw a nearby cat toy at her.  A simple ‘hey’ was heard before you giggled and finished typing out your message.  

“He sent me a picture of his brother that I was gonna share with you, but if you wanna be like that.”

“No, show me please?”  She placed her hands together as if she was praying and you laughed.  

“Wait, did I ever show you what he looks like?”  

“Mhmm, and girl, I’m jealous!  There’s a lot that man could do to you, and if you ever meet, LET HIM.  Then tell me about it because I wanna live vicariously through you.”

“If and when that ever happens, we’ll have a sleepover and I’ll give you all the dirty details.”  You winked at her and went through the gallery on your phone to pull up your favorite picture of him. 

“Can you at least tell me what your mystery man’s name is?”  You handed your phone to her and grinned at the expression forming on her face.  

“That’s Dean… and if you go back a few, you’ll find that other picture I was talking about.”  

“This might be a strange question but has he shown you what his dad looks like?”

“No…”

“I’ll bet you 20 bucks Daddy Impala is fine as fuck.”  

“Do I need to spray you down with a water bottle?”

“Possibly.”

--

awholelottalove:  I’d bet you anything that my day was worse than yours.

Impala67:  Really now?

awholelottalove:  Yeah.  

Impala67:  I explored an abandoned hospital today with my brother.

awholelottalove: you went on a ghost hunt?  Oh, did you find anything?

Impala67:  Not the point princess.  What made your day so terrible?

awholelottalove: This kid thought it would be hilarious to release all of our small pets in the store.  I'm talking hamsters, rabbits, guinea pigs, mice...  

awholelottalove:  My co-worker was laughing her ass off as we tried to put everyone back where they were supposed to be. 

awholelottalove: I’m just grateful it wasn’t the reptiles… or the spiders. 

Impala67:  Not fond of spiders and snakes?

awholelottalove:  No.  Not to mention - I brought Zeppelin into work with me and he was no help at all.

Impala67:  Zeppelin? 

awholelottalove:  Yeah.  Wanna see my big ball of fur?

Impala67: Umm...yes?

awholelottalove: 

Impala67: Oh, that's what you meant.  I thought you were - you know what, nevermind what I was thinking.

--

“All I’m saying Dean is that it has been three days and I feel like we’re just going in circles.  We must’ve missed something.”  Sam ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

The boys were used to unusual cases at this point in time but nothing was making sense.  Dean sighed as they continued walking down the street.  “We’ll just have to go over everything again…”  Dean could admit that he wasn’t putting his all into it because he knew somewhere in this crazy-ass town, you were here.

“Dean?”  Sam quietly asked as Dean walked ahead of him but he let out a huge laugh when out of nowhere this giant fluffy black dog tackled him onto the ground and started licking his face.  

“Get off of me!”  This didn’t deter the dog and Sam sure as shit wasn’t helping out at all.  

“I think you made a new friend.”  He laughed, the whole situation amusing to him.  “Why not adopt him?  I mean there is an adoption fair going on over in the park right now.”  

“No dogs, Sammy,”  Dean muttered as the dog let out a soft whine and Dean started scratching behind his ears.  “I’m sorry, fella.  Why do you look familiar though?”

“Maybe someone over there can tell us who he belongs to.”  Sam laughed again as the dog started sniffing around Dean’s jacket pockets.  “I think he’s looking for something to eat.”

“The only thing I have on me…”  Dean pulled out the bag of honey barbecue beef jerky and he about jumped when the dog barked as if he was asking for a piece.  “I don’t know big guy, I have a feeling this is bad for you.”

“You’re not giving him the whole bag, just give him a piece Dean.”

“But the salt!”  

“Dean.”

“Sam.”

As if he had had enough, the dog swatted the bag of jerky out of Dean’s hands, picked it up from the spot on the ground, and took off running back towards the park.  “Son of a bitch!  Come on Sammy…”

Dean wasn’t a slow runner at all, but trying to keep up with a full-grown Newfoundland dog was tougher than what he thought.  

--

“Okay Haley, are you a cat person or a dog person?”  You could tell she was thinking hard about what you just asked.

“I love cats but I’m allergic and I’m sort of afraid of bigger dogs…”

“Can I tell you a secret?”  Haley nodded and you squatted down to her eye level.

“I used to be afraid of big dogs too until I got my dog.  He’s massive.”  You looked away for a split second before turning back to Haley.  “Speaking of...where is Zeppelin?” 

“Looks like he’s bringing you a snack!” Carrie points out, laughing. You look over to where she’s pointing to see Zeppelin running towards you with something in his mouth. Oh no Zeppy, what did you get yourself into? 

“Haley sweetie, you might want to stand over there with my friend.”  Standing up, you make sure Haley is safe and out of the way.  You tried to brace yourself before Zeppelin tackled you to the ground.  

“Zeppelin, no!”  You were laughing as Zeppelin dropped the bag of jerky on your chest and licked your face.  “Stop it, you heathen.”  

“Did you just say, Zeppelin?”  You had to push Zeppelin’s head out of the way to see the man standing above you, slightly out of breath. 

“Yes?”

“Y/N?  Is that you?”

“Depends on who’s asking.”  He holds out his hand and you feel your cheeks heat up before as he helps you up from the ground.  

“Y/N, he’s hotter in person!”  Carrie adds in before she takes over helping Haley.  You shake your head and as soon as you’re standing upright,  you dust off your overalls and finally meet his gaze.

“Dean?”  

“In the flesh princess.”  

Your smile matched his as you wrapped your arms around his waist.  "I can't believe you're here."

“Not to break up this chick flick moment, but Dean, who is this?”  You smack Dean in the lower back as you pull yourself away and hold out your hand for Sam to shake.

“I guess he never really told you about me, huh?  I’m Y/N and I suppose you can call me his girlfriend?  We aren’t that big on titles.”

“I don’t know what she’s talking about Sammy.”  You smirked as you turned towards your dog and muttered ‘get him Zeppelin.’  

In a moment of misunderstanding,  Zeppelin barked and started chasing after Sam who was more than happy to play with him.  “While Sammy is busy playing with Zeppelin, you wanna get something to eat?”

“I’d like that a lot.”  You smiled and asked Carrie if she’d take Zeppelin home for you.  She nodded in agreement as she watched Sam and Zeppelin run around the park.  

"Hey Dean, before you whisk my best friend away for the rest of the night,  I need to ask you something.”  You grin at Carrie who is currently sizing Dean up and quietly chuckle.  You knew this was coming.  

"What's up?"

"Is your dad hot?"

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[allonsy-yesiwill]

Lay Down My Heart

Word Count: 2530

Paring:  Dean X Curvy!Reader 

For:  #CASSIE600FOLLOWERCELEBRATION @crashdevlin

Prompt: Song 10 I Can’t Make You Love Me- Bonnie Raitt

A/N: So this an AU, normal everyday life sort of place. The reader is average in size (14/16) however feels less than good about herself. So I don’t do great with song challenges I pushed myself. Honestly, I don’t know if I love it but I hope you at least like it.  

Warning: A bit of angst, acholic parent, parent abandonment, body image insecurities... the ending is all fluff 

There wasn’t a time when you didn’t know Sam and Dean. After their mom passed, their father turned to Bobby for help. Much like your mom did after your dad skipped town. Growing up your childhood was pretty average. The best times were spent at Bobby’s with Dean and Sam. Time marched on and you went off to school, not before learning some heavy hitting life lesson but nonetheless, Bobby, Dean, and Sam were always there.

Fast forward to today you find yourself working a humdrum office job that pays the bills and keeps you comfortable in life but doesn’t make you jump out of bed in the morning. Today what made you jump out of bed in the morning was the text from Dean last night asking if you wanted to grab lunch.

Well duh, was your response. You loved Dean. Being the best of friends you always told him you loved him. You really loved him. You were too scared to jump, so you simply stayed close and left everything else for your dreams. Dean told you everything, but you chose to keep him at an arm's length. You knew the reasons were stupid but that didn’t matter. After you and your mom had a falling out, you moved in with Bobby and you made a choice to not let anyone get that close to you again.

-Flashback-

“Y/N, what do you think you are doing why are you eating that,” your mom yelled at you.

You knew what she was going to say. You need to pay more attention to what you eat. No one will ever want to be with you if you get fat. You’re already a size 12 that’s too big right now, that’s why no one ever asks you out. That’s why you haven’t had a date.  It was the same argument every time. However, the truth is you didn’t have time to date, taking care of your now alcoholic mom, helping to pay bills and going to school. The weight of the world was on your shoulders.

“Enough. I don’t care what you think,” the words came out of your mouth but they weren’t true.

“I know you care what Dean thinks. And I promise you, sweetheart, he ain’t ever going to be into you unless you're thin out.”

There is nothing left to say, you put the food down and walk to your room pulling your phone out, you text Bobby.

Y/N: I can’t do this anymore.

Bobby: I will be right there.

You take the last look around your room before you grab your bag, 16 years your whole life fits into one duffle bag. Your heart falls at the realization that for years you have been the parent. For years you did more for your mom then she will ever remember.

In your room, your, bags were already mostly packed. You had been thinking about leaving for some time. You had talked to Bobby about it a few time and he told you he was more than happy to do whatever he could to help. You can hear your mom yelling, screaming at you, the words just blurring together.  You can feel your body betray you as a tear slips from your eye.

You walk out of your room. Your mom is now in the kitchen probably making herself another drink, you can still hear her talking to you however you pay it no attention slipping out the front door. In the cover of night, you slip on your headphones and just start to walk to Bobby’s.

You were only walking for about 30 mins when you hear it. The growl of Dean’s dad’s Impala and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You didn’t want to see him. Not now. Not him. You stop walking and you hear his voice, “Y/N, are you okay.” You feel him touch your shoulder and you turn around.

You could see the worry in his eyes. You let out, “I am fine.” And start walking to the backseat as you hear Dean syh. When you climb into the back seat, John gives you a head nod as if to ask that you are okay and you smile back. Shutting the door, you keep your headphone in. Leaning your head again the window, you let Bonnie Raitt’s voice serenade you to sleep as a few more tears escape.

“Dean,” you holler seeing him sit at the bar of the dinner.

-End Flashback-

“Well, there’s my princess. How are you?” Dean asking wrapping you in a hug.

“Good, good. Ah are you trying to get the servers number,” you ask while the hug hides your face.

Dean laughs, “Not yet but maybe later. First lunch with my best friend.”

You and Dean get all caught up on the past week, sharing the fact that you have a date with someone you met via an online dating app. You can tell he is less than happy, but there is nothing you can do because he just doesn’t get it. 10 years later your mom’s voice is still playing on loop, and the only thing that’s growing is your waist moving up to a size 18 at your highest now lost somewhere in between a 16 and if you were lucky a 14 on a good day.

“Look Y/N, you’re pretty and funny. Why don’t we just go out Friday night and I will be your wingman. I have to approve first and foremost,” Dean chuckled.

“Well that sounds like an awful idea,” you let out.

“No it sounds great, we are doing it. I will have Sam and Jess come to, that way we can really make sure he’s good enough for our Y/N.”

“How do we know I am going to be good enough for whoever you approve of?” You couldn’t help but out ask the question.

“What do you mean, Y/N, you’re awesome and I hear your family is pretty cool too,” Dean smiles.

You can’t keep going down this path, so you change the subject. However, when you part ways Dean let’s out, “Friday night, I will pick up. Be your sexy self and we will find your mister right.” You just let your head fall as you walk back to your car.

“Great, great this is fan-fucking-tastic,” you let out starting your car. The radio fills the air:

Here in the dark, in these final hours

I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power

But you won't, no you won't

“Are you fucking kidding me. Really you think is this funny whoever is up there. Cause it isn’t,I fucking getting,” you yell turning the radio off and heading back to work.

_

Your week continues and you are terrified of the upcoming night out. At work you are so lost in everything your boss sends you home thinking that he is working your to hard, however you’re thankful for the extra time to get ready. Looking at your curves and rolls, unhappy with everything you finally just put on jeans and a band shirt having zero fucks left to give. While waiting for Dean you sink into your sofa with a beer and try not to give up on everything.

About 45 min and another beer later Dean is walking in your door, “ Sweetheart, you ready to go? Ow what, what’s up?” You can hear the concern in his voice as he sits down next to you. You do a good job at hiding your feels behind the mask you always have up.

“I know you’re lying.”

“Nothing it was just a crap day. I don’t need a Mr right anyway. Let’s just go have fun,” you say with a smile.

FUCK...FUCK...Fuck...the voice inside your head is screaming. “ Look, Dean, I don’t want to do this now. Let's just go hang out and have a good night. Please.”

Dean stares at you for far too long, taking you in. Probably trying to tell if you’re telling the truth. Then he wraps his arms around you and softly says, “As you wish.” Your eyes flood because of the history in those words. When he pulls away you look towards that ground to prevent the damn from breaking.

The night continues on, you are tucked in the corner of the booth with Dean on the outside. You don’t mind, you actually prefer this. Him keeping you safe from the outside world. After much debate, Sam and Dean decide to play some pool, and you are forced to venture outside of your safe corner.

You don’t really want to play so you just sit at a high top table between the multiple pool tables and watch Jess, Sam and Dean banter as they play. Dean notices the look on your face more than once, finally, he comes over to check on you. You of course smile telling him you’re fine. He, of course, doesn’t believe you but he accepts what you say. Placing a kiss on your forehead he returns to the game.

That’s when you hear it. “Oh my god, he’s so sexy.”

“There is no way he can be with her.”

“I could totally climb that tree.”

Well yeah, they aren’t wrong, the voice inside your head agrees with them. You try not to hear their words, this doesn’t stop them from talking. You can’t stop it from falling, instead, you quickly wipe the tear away. It’s too late, Dean saw it.

You don’t even look at him, you can’t. You hear the girls giggle and making comments under their breath about how he must have lost a bet. Dean’s attention is too focused on you for him to notice the other girls. “Hey Y/N, please.” You hear the sadness in his voice but it’s covered by a noise that’s in the background. When her voice breaks through the music

He comes back by your said, placing his arm around you, “Look Y/N, I know there is something going on. You know you can talk to me about anything. If you want to just go home we can do just that.”

Turn down the lights, turn down the bed

You know you aren’t going to make it. You step away from Dean and start walking away.

Turn down these voices inside my head

You can hear him calling your name, you push your way through the crowd fast as tears set a faster pace down your face.

Lay down with me, tell me no lies

Just hold me close, don't patronize

Dean finally catches up to you just outside the bar, “ What the hell Y/N, what’s going on? Please talk to me.”

“It doesn’t matter, none of it matters. Just go back and have fun I will find another ride home or just walk.” 

“First of all, it does matter. Look at you, you are clearly upset. And there is no way in hell I am just leaving you anywhere. I love you Y/N, I am not just going to pretend like this isn’t happening. Trust me I have done that enough to myself and it’s not good.”

Don't patronize me

'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't

“See that’s it you love me and I love you, but not in the same way,” you sob out.

“And why should you love me like that. Those girls in there are right. My mom is right. I am just a fat waste of space. Someone like you would only go on a date with if you lost a bet,” you can’t stop any of the tears.

You can't make your heart feel somethin' it won't

Dean looks confused and lost hearing your words. He looks back inside the bar to try and put a face to the girls you were talking about, but then he saw you again.

Here in the dark, in these final hours

With your tears still falling, Dean wraps his arms around you. Not saying a thing, but simply holding you. Letting you get everything thing out. Swaying with you, softly rubbing your back and every few strokes he places his lips to your forehead.

I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power

Your tears are slowing, as you start to relax in Dean’s hold, accepting his safety.  

But you won't, no you won't

He pulls you out of his embrace once he feels your tears stop. His eyes find yours, they don’t leave. His thumb moves to your cheek to wipe away the trailer of tears. He doesn’t say anything just looks at you, his eyes heartbroken. You do your best to prepare yourself for what is coming next.

'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't

Dean’s hands are caressing your arms, still providing a small sense of safety for you. “First of all sweetheart, your mom was wrong and those girls in there are just jealous. And from the sounds of what I just heard, I think the only thing I would have ever had to do to get you on a date with me is have enough courage to ask you out.”

You can feel his eyes looking into yours, pulling your eyes from the ground. “There she is. Could you do me a small favor Y/N?”

You give halve a smile, trying to do your best for Dean.

You shrug your shoulder unable to commit, Dean smiles.

“Can you smile for me. I know you probably don’t feel much like it right now. But I know that smile and it lights up the room.”

Dean laughs, “ I promise if you don’t like the surprise I will cook you dinner for a week.”

“So we are halfway there. How about this you give me a smile and I will give you something, a surprise,” Dean says as you raise an eyebrow.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise,” he softly lets out taking hold of your face. In the moment of your blink, you feel his full lips connect with yours. You fall in, kissing him back. Time stands still till oxygen is needed. Breaking the kiss Dean places his forehead to yours and his hands move down your body till they reach your hands.

As your eyes roll back you can feel Dean smiling. You know you are going to do it, even if you don’t like the surprise Dean would cook for you. Letting out a deep breathe you let a smile overtake your face. Looking into Dean’s eyes you can’t help but let go of your sadness as he warms your heart.

“Hmm, I don’t know. I am pretty busy,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“So then that’s a yes then, “ Dean laughs.

Let me know what you think

Clearing his throat, “So um Y/N, do you..um would you like to maybe go on a date this Saturday night, maybe dinner and a movie?”

“Oh, I do wish, princess, I do,” Dean says before kissing you again. 

“As you wish.”

[writethelifeyouwant]

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Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Like in 2019, 2020, 2021 & 2022, I will post a kinky, fluffy, angsty or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st, 2023.

Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until the release date.). The release date may change at any time.

ANGST/SMUT/FLUFF

October 1st: Forbidden Lust (2) sequel to Forbidden Lust

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Homewrecker kink

Requested by: @jayyyyyyy-stuff

October 2nd: Rekindle

Pairing: Chubby!Thor Odinson x Exgirlfriend!Reader

Trope: Reunion

October 3rd: Very tight places sequel to Cramped & Tight places

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Kink: Claustrophilia

October 4th: Footloose

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Trope: Enemies to lovers

October 5th: Serve your Soldier

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Kink: Collars

October 6th: Falling leaves

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Trope: Sunny vs grumpy

October 7th: Blaze of glory

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Glad-to-Be-Alive Sex/Victory sex

October 8th: Two Bikes (1)

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader; Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Trope: Angst

October 9th: Golden Retriever

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader

Kink: Crops / Spanking

Idea by: anon

October 10th: One autumn night

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Trope: a/b/o

Idea by: anon

October 11th: I'm the best

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Kink: Breeding kink

Idea by: anon

October 12th: Breathless sequel to Take my breath away

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Trope: Secret crush

October 13th: One Summer night

Pairing: Cultleader!Thor Odinson

Kink: Sex Cult

October 14th: Snuggle time

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Trope: Cuddling & snuggling

Idea by: anon

October 15th: The cabin in the woods

Pairing: Winter Soldier x fem!Reader

Kink/Trope: Choking

October 16th: Not in my car

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Love confessions

Requested by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 17th: Backpack

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Kink: Thigh riding

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 18th: Sex you up

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Chubby!Reader

Kink: Size kink

Idea by: @sultryfandoms

October 19th: Fulfilment

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Pregnancy

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 20th: Triad (1)

Pairing: Omega!Stucky x Alpha!Reader

Kink: Dom / Sub

Idea by: anon

October 21st: Autumnal love

Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!Reader

Trope: Carving pumpkins

Idea by: anon

October 22nd: Unwanted Mate (Bucky's version)

Pairing: Alpha!Stucky x Omega!Reader

Kink: Threesome

October 23rd: Rescue you

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Trope: Rescue romance

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 24th: Right there

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Kink: Pegging

Idea by: @flory-alexandra

October 25th: Deepest love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Friends to lovers

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 26th: Demon knife

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Friends to enemies

October 27th: Sunrise sequel to Beyond the soldier & After the eclipse

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink/Trope: Quirofilia/Nursed Back to Health

Requested by: @clarinette07

October 28th: Naughty School Adventures (1)

Pairing: Janitor!Sam Winchester x Teacher!Reader x Gymteacher!Dean Winchester

Kink: Cucking

Idea by: @moosekateer13

October 29th: Unwanted Mate (Steve's version)

Pairing: Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader

Trope: Unrequited feelings

October 30th: Taped on video

Pairing: J3 x fem!Reader

Kink: BDSM

Requested by @moosekateer13

Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR

October 31st: The past always catches up

Pairing: Winter Soldier x former Hydra!(fem) Reader

Trope: Villain Reader

October 31st: Dreams of sharp teeth

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Werewolf!August Walker

Trope: Monster AU

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[pherelesytsia]

Heyy i hope you still write for dean Winchester?🤍 if yes could you may do a dean x plussize reader where she is very insecure about her body bc her stomach isnt flat and she has stretch marks and she has thick tighs sooo basically just insecure and she and dean are dating and after mary came back, mary makes mean comments about her but she doesn't tell dean that hid mother is making her feel bad but he Notice she is insecure so he Shows her he loves her no matter what and it should be fluffy if you want to🤍

Thank ya byee have a good day/night1😃

Hey I hope you like it❤️