#chubby!dean

[fancycroissantgothparty]

Big softies

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Merry Chrima

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: Make-Up Sex w/ Dean Winchester

a/n: now that i feel better, though still albeit exhausted, i'm now literally running, jumping, fucking skipping to get caught up because somehow october decided to actually speed run its own month like the hell???

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Being with Dean Winchester was challenging at times, because no matter how much he trusts you or how good things really are, he's always expecting the rug to be pulled out from under him. Even if sometimes he is the metaphorical rug.

You've had many arguments before, but none of them have hurt like this. You often found yourself in bed alone, usually because the boys were out hunting or catching up on lore, and you were honestly okay with that because duh— they were saving the world! But, sometimes you missed having some cuddle time with your boyfriend, but apparently he did not feel the same.

When you came to peel him away from whatever article he was reading on the computer, he snapped at you, saying some things that were very unnecessary. It had sent you back to bed angrier and more hurt than you had ever been before.

It only took a few minutes of harsh silence before he came stomping down the hallway and into your shared room. You didn't dare move a muscle, remaining on your side with your arms crossed and glare settled on the wall in front of you.

He took a moment to kick off his shoes and shuck off his flannel before shuffling into bed behind you, a heavy hand resting on your plush hip that was covered by the duvet.

"Sweetheart…" He began. "Go away, Dean." You said coldly, unravelling your arms to shove his hand off of you. 

"Look— I'm sorry." He rasped quietly. "Could've fooled me." He sighed. "I— didn't mean what I said, I'm just… tired. This case has been whoppin' me and Sammy's ass." He explained. "I just wanna catch this thing before it kills anyone else, and I ended up taking my anger out on you and you didn't deserve it," Dean took your body relaxing as a sign to be able to spoon you. "Fuck, honey. I'm sorry."

You chewed on your bottom lip thoughtfully. A part of you didn't want to give in, but the other part acknowledges that Dean never apologises unless he really means it.

"You really hurt my feelings, you know?" You whispered meekly. "I know baby, I know." He murmured into your neck.

You basked in his closeness, in the strength of his arm wrapped around your softened midsection. You shivered when you felt him place gentle kisses onto the exposed skin of your neck, the arm holding you pressed your back harder onto his chest.

"Let me take care'a you." He said seductively, his palm slipping up to cup your braless breast. You whimpered at the feeling, but nonetheless grinded back on his growing bulge as he stimulated your nipples.

"Please." You breathlessly begged. 

He was quick to turn you on your back, lips slamming down on yours. He devoured your mouth, his tongue demanding entrance as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your pajama shorts. He groaned lowly at the fact that you had no panties on.

"Was this what you were gonna give me to make me feel better?" He asked with an amused smirk painted on his lips. Your skin flushed but you nodded shyly. "If it would have helped you, yeah." You confessed sheepishly. "Can't believe I was such an asshole to my sweet girl." 

His fingers teased your damp folds, sliding a finger between them to collect your slick before prodding at your entrance. Your breath caught in your throat, a small whine leaving you as he joined your lips together once more.

It was as though he was trying to destroy you from the inside-out. His strong fingers worked your entrance open, the man slipping in a second finger. Your legs twitched around his arm, loud mewls passing between the both of you whenever he'd hit your g-spot. 

You pulled away from your spit soaked kiss to cry out. "Dean, baby, 'm gonna cum!" 

He slipped in a third and final finger. He twisted his wrist torturously, his thumb reaching up to rub furiously at your clit. Your hand gripped desperately at his wrist, holding it to your body as you desperately rode his hand. 

"There you go, sweetheart. There ya go." He talked you through your orgasm. "Dean… Dean…" All you could whimper was his name.

"Fuck." You heaved after taking a few moments to catch your breath. "You okay?" He asked gruffly. You nodded your head, your own fingers tangling themselves up in his spiky hair. 

"I need you in me." You said as you cradled the back of his head. "Don't know if I deserve it." It sounded as if the big bad Dean Winchester was actually pouting! 

"Ugh, just c'mere." You said with a grin, tugging your boyfriend over your body. "If you don't fuck me, then I'll be sad again. How does that sound?" You asked playfully. "Not good." He murmured with a matching grin.

He was quick to take off his jeans, practically falling over himself to get naked as you finally stripped yourself of your own as well. Both of you were as naked as the day you were born by the time he had his cock lined up to your entrance.

His tip teased your clit, which caused you to whine in displeasure. "Dean…" He chuckled lightly. "Sorry, honey." 

With his hands on either side of your head, he entered you, your head falling back in pleasure at the feeling.

"Jesus." He groaned. "Feels so good, baby." He praised. Tiny whimpers left you as he bottomed out, sheathed all the way to the hilt as your velvety walls fluttered around him selfishly.

"Shit! Please move." You begged. 

Dean would be damned if you had to beg for fucking anything tonight. Pulling out slowly, he slammed his hips into yours. A loud smack! Resounded throughout the room, a choked moan slipping out of you.

"Ah!" His tip brushed against your g-spot pleasurably. Your nails dug into his back as he pounded into you, holding onto the older man for dear life as he continually stretched you out.

Your velvety walls sucked him in greedily, like they were practically trying to keep him inside of you. You could feel that familiar coil in your stomach tighten continuously, a feeling that Dean had made sure you were familiar with for the past years that you've been with him.

Your pussy burned with overstimulation as you neared your end, and it made it harder for Dean to move in and out of you.

"You gonna cum, baby?" He asked through gritted teeth. "Y— yes!" You stuttered. "Cum for me then, sweetheart." Your hand slipped down to rub at your clit hurriedly, your back arching at the overwhelming feeling.

"Fuck!" You swore as you came, your chest pressed against Dean's. One of his arms held himself up as the other stretched over your back to keep your plush upper body anchored to him as you rode out your high.

"Holy shit." You gasped, your chest heaved with each quick breath you attempted to take. 

"Best apology ever." You said with a hazy laugh.

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[holylulusworld]

Naughty roommate

Summary: You come home with pie.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Chubby!Reader (female)

Warnings: and they were roommates; mentions of masturbation, fun, crack!fic, implied smut; mentions of porn

Dean is sitting on the couch, grumbling under his breath as you walk into the living room.

Your roommate is in a bad mood, and you try your best not to let him see, your date was a disaster. He'd only try to soothe you.

“Hey, Deano,” you grin at him. “What’s up?”

“Not much.” Dean shrugs and goes back to staring at the TV. He didn’t switch it on, though. He stares at the blank screen while he presses a pillow to his crotch.

"Nothing interesting?" You question.

“What are you up to?” Dean trails off when he finally looks at you standing in the room, wearing a figure-hugging red dress and matching heels.

“Uh, I had my date,” you huff, and kick the heels off. A motion that doesn’t go unnoticed. He licks his lips and hums. “He was an asshole.”

“So,” Dean drops his eyes to your red heels while shifting on the couch, “you’re spending the evening with your under-loved roommate.”

“Under-loved?” You snort. “That’s not even a word, Romeo. Do I have to remind you that there’s an endless stream of girls leaving your bedroom with a dopey grin?”

He smirks now. That irresistible smirk letting women and some guys too go weak in the knees.

“Hey, I didn’t get any love for months,” he pouts and sniffs. “No one loves me the way you do.” He purrs and points at the paper bag in your hands. “I bet you got me delicious food.”

“What were you up to when I came home?” You look at the pillow on his lap. Smirking, you step closer to poke his shin with your toes. “Do you want me to stay?”

“Yeah…uh…sure,” he stammers. Dean turns his phone around, blocking your view so you can’t see what he was watching earlier.

“You’re not very convincing,” you sigh and look inside the paper bag. “What a pity. Now I have no one to share my pie with.”

“PIE?” His eyes darken, and he holds out his hands. “Give me some pie, sweetheart. I love me some pie.”

“I know,” you giggle at his adorable behavior. “Do you want some, sweetheart?” You love to tease Dean.

“Yes, give me some pie,” he almost begs. “I’m hungry.”

“Alright,” you plop down on the sofa next to your roommate. “If I share my pie with you, I’ll master the remote control tonight.”

“What?” Dean starts to sweat. He presses the pillow harder in his lap while glancing at your knees. Your dress is a little shorter today, and he feels something else than hunger.

“Give me the remote control,” you sass and hold out your hand. Dean reluctantly gives you the remote control. Before you can switch the TV on, Dean grabs his phone, fighting with the screen lock.

Dean curses under his breath. He can’t remember his pin to unlock his phone and struggles to keep a straight face when you ask him again what’s wrong.

You snort because his hands start to shake. “Is something wrong with your phone? Do you need my help?” You ask while switching the TV on. Dean doesn’t answer, busy fighting with his phone.

You stare at the TV, your mouth falling open when a video flashes up.

A dude looking like Dean is holding a pretty and very busty girl’s hips while he does her from behind. You choke on your spit, watching Dean’s face turn crimson in an instant.

“I can explain!” He says, still fumbling with his phone. “This is not what it looks like!”

“So, this is not a video from your phone you watched on our TV?” You smirk at Dean. “I bet someone else broke into our house and paired your phone with the TV.”

“It’s not…” He glares at you. “A man has needs. You wanted to go out, and I wanted to...practice some self-love."

“Dude…ew… We sit here,” you slap his thigh. “If you want to beat the meat, do it in your bed, or at least in your room.”

“Or the showers.” He offers, eyes dropping to your cleavage. “I can wash it off while showering.”

“No! I shower there too, Winchester. You won’t touch yourself and ruin the tiles, you dirty boy!”

He grins. “I know.”

You blink a few times while the girl on the screen screams even louder. She moans and groans while the dude fucking her looks like he’s about to have a heart attack.

If you ignore her awful make-up, she looks a little like you. Turning your head to get a better look at the woman, you gasp. She looks like a spitting image of you if you were a porn starlet.

Dean uncomfortably shifts in his seat. He dares not to meet your eyes when you snatch his phone out of his hands to take a look at his search history.

“Pretty chubby girl. Big boobs, sweet smile. Pie and sex. Sex with…” You turn your head again to look at Dean. “Dude, did you look for porn with someone looking like me?”

“Uh—” he nervously tugs at his shirt. “Well… I see you every day, and I thought it’s only natural that I jerk off to someone looking like you.”

“Hmmm…” You scroll through the videos he watched, finding one of you explaining how to stretch to him. “You fucker!”

Dean’s eyes widen when you play the video. You bend over and stick your ass out. He’s breathing hard on the video, and you can hear him groan.

“Dean…”

“Yeah?” He licks his lips while watching the video. “What is it, Y/N?”

“I know now how you can pay me back for the pie.” You throw his phone on the couch before grabbing his hand. You tug hard, forcing Dean to get up. “I think we should go to my room now.”

“What about the pie?” He looks confused as you guide him toward your room. “What about your no eating on your bed rule?”

“Oh, naughty roommate,” you smirk, and pat his chest. “You won’t eat pie in my bedroom but something else...”

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[spnexploration]

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Happy birthday Dean Winchester! Here's a quick one-shot I whipped up to celebrate.

This also fulfils the 'Plus Size' square of my @spnaubingo 2023 bingo card, even though it's 2024... I'm late, I know, but I still want to do some more of it!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus sized!reader

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Couple of crap comments from a random, some not-great self-esteem and a drunk character, but nothing particularly bad.

Synopsis: A man you're interviewing makes some crap comments about your body, and Dean doesn't help. Can he make it up to you?

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“Which one’s the father?” The sleazy guy joked. My stomach dropped.

“Excuse me?!”

“Oh, it’s alright love, I know the real father’s probably suffering somewhere alone while you’re off gallivanting with your workmates. I’m surprised he lets you out, really.”

The urge to punch the witness we were interviewing was overwhelming. Rather than ruin the case, I turned on my heel and marched out.

Fuck that guy. I’m not pregnant and I’m not screwing either of the Winchesters.

I heard Dean’s FBI agent tone of voice as he started speaking behind me. Great to see they were all just moving on with their lives, I thought sarcastically.

---

📱 Where are you? We’re going to the next witness’s house

A text came in from Dean. I read it but didn’t reply.

📱 You ok?

I sighed. Finally, he asks.

📱 Fine. I’ll catch up with you later

I replied. He sent me a thumbs up, I rolled my eyes.

I kicked at the ground and started the walk back into town. Sam and Dean would probably try and make me feel better, but I knew that wasn’t happening. I looked down at my soft, flabby belly that I’d tried multiple times to lose.

I walked.

---

I felt a bit absurd, getting tipsy this early. It wasn’t that I felt like I had to drink to get over the comment. It was just  that I’d gotten back to the motel room and was feeling a bit morose, and there was nothing to do. I’d tapped out of the case and I was bored. I went for another wander and this stupid town had nothing in it but a pub, and so somehow I’d ended up here, starting drinking a lot earlier than normal.

And now I looked like I was drinking my feelings, when I wasn’t.

 Not that there was anyone looking at me anyway.

Well, except in disgust. Who knew how many more people in here thought I was pregnant too. Probably thought I was harming an unborn baby, right now.

Fuck them.

---

“You know there’s still a monster on the loose?” Dean said gruffly, a frown on his face. I guess it’d been easy to find me given how few things there were in this town.

“You struggling without me?” I didn’t think I was slurring too much, but his expression did not improve when I started talking.

“How you going to fight one off like this?” he gestured to me.

“You think a few drinks are why I’m fat?” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not calling you fat, I’m calling you drunk.”

“Right,” I said with an eyeroll.

“Come on, get in the car,” he said, trying to tug my arm.

“Fuck off Dean! I can drink if I want to. There’s nothing else to do in this shithole, anyway.”

He dropped my arm and stomped off to the bar.

I turned back to my drink. Sam came and sat opposite me. You can’t escape the bloody Winchesters.

“Hey, you ok?” he asked with his puppy dog eyes.

“I’m fine. I had a free afternoon, I came to get a drink. Is that fucking crime now?”

“I meant about what happened with the guy. You seemed pretty upset.”

“Surprised you could see that, you were both so busy being silent.”

“Didn’t you hear Dean?”

“How could I hear Dean when he wasn’t saying anything?”

“No, he laid right into the guy.”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. I heard Dean get right back into his FBI voice as I walked off.”

“Yeah, he was still in character at first, told the guy that he needed to speak respectfully to Agents. And then when the guy was still a douche he got a bit more Dean and threatened to punch his lights out if he didn’t shut up about you.”

I laughed into my drink. I was sure Sam was embellishing, there was just no way Dean would care that much about someone being mean to me.

Speak of the devil, Dean appeared again, tumbler of whiskey in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He put the water in front of me.

“Thanks, but I don’t accept drinks from strangers,” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not having you hung over tomorrow and being a liability to the case, drink the water.”

“I don’t remember electing you.”

“Jesus, you’re even more belligerent when drunk. Just drink the water and stop moping.”

“I’m not moping!”

“The guy was an asshole, no one thinks you look pregnant. But you can’t just drink yourself blotto and get yourself killed every time someone says something mean to you.”

I stood up, grabbed the glass of water and upended it all over Dean’s face. Then I marched out the door.

The effect was a little ruined by my drunken stagger, though.

---

Sam caught my arm as I got outside. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

“I walked myself here, I can walk myself home!”

“I’m pretty sure you were walking in a straight line when you got here though. Come on.”

I let him tug me to the Impala. He must’ve grabbed the keys off Dean before chasing after me.

“He’s just worried about you,” he said gently as we were exiting the carpark. “Doesn’t want you getting hurt.”

“That does not give him a free pass to behave like that.”

---

Dean stood over me, a glass of water and a couple of painkillers in his hands. “Morning, sunshine. Need some relief?”

I gratefully reached out. Man, I did not normally drink that much.

“What time is it?”

 “Time to work the case.”

I groaned, “Can’t you do it without me?”

“No, come on, back on the horse.”

“It’s not the horse that’s the problem, it’s the dog that bit me.”

“I did tell you to drink water,” he said smugly.

“Fuck off!” I threw my pillow at him. He easily deflected but wisely left me alone after that.

I groaned and got off the couch I’d been sleeping on, slumping to the bathroom. The boys were sitting around the tiny table, already dressed and looking at their laptops.

Sam was gone when I came out, freshly showered, dressed and feeling slightly more human. I looked at Dean with a clear question on my face.

“He’s gone for coffee, thought you could use some.”

“Thanks.”

“I, uh,” Dean continued, more hesitantly, “I owe you an apology.”

I crossed my arms across my chest. An apology from Dean was a rare thing, but I was wary it was going to end up being a backhanded insult instead. I often felt like I needed to protect my heart from being hurt by him.

“I was worried about you getting hurt when I saw you were drunk. But I just tried to solve the problem, I didn’t actually talk to you, and I,” he paused, biting his lip, “I shouldn’t do that.”

“Nice to see I’m just a problem,” I replied sarcastically. I wasn’t sure why he was riling me so much, but I still felt so hurt and angry.

He stood up and came over to me. “You’re not a problem,” he said quietly, trying to look into my eyes. I ducked my head away from the intensity of his look. “And I am sorry that asshat upset you.”

“I didn’t get drunk just because some guy called me pregnant, you know.” I could hear how defensive I sounded, despite my best efforts not to.

“It’s a shitty thing he did anyway. You’re beautiful.”

I laughed mirthlessly.

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly. “Don’t put yourself down all the time.”

“Dean, your idea of beautiful is tall, thin, busty and great hair.”

“That’s not true.”

“Well, they’re all thin at least.”

“Who are ‘they’?”

“The women you sleep with, the women you hit on.”

“I can think of many women I’ve hit on who aren’t ‘thin’, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Suuuure,” I said with an eye roll.

“But I haven’t hit on many women lately, been distracted by one in particular.”

“Let me guess, beautiful?”

“Absolutely.”

“My point exactly. It’s ok Dean, you don’t have to ma-” Dean’s fingers found my chin, nudging it up so I would like at him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “I’m sorry I haven’t made you feel it.”

I stared at him, mouth agape. Absolutely stunned into silence.

“And I’m sorry again that I was a bit of a dick yesterday.”

His face came even closer, watching my reactions.

“You’re my weak spot,” he whispered.

“No, I’m not.” I put my hands on his chest, “Dean, this isn’t funny, don’t tease me.”

He dropped his hand from my chin, looking hesitant. “Sweetheart, I’m putting my heart on the line here, I’m not teasing.”

My hands slackened.

He edged a tiny bit forward.

His tongue darted out and back in. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips.

Was this even real?

How was this happening?

His hand came up to cup my cheek.

I leant forward.

The world suddenly sped up again. Dean moved in, closing the gap between us and bringing his lips to mine. I lost myself in the tenderness of his touch, the softness of his lips, the  exploration of his tongue and mine.

A sudden noise made us pull apart. Sam was standing in the doorway, cardboard holder with coffees in one hand and the other on his hip.

“I’m happy for you guys and all, but we still have a case to work. You can pick this up later.”

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Dean winchester is NOT a gym goer.

he'd rather sit his ass in front of the TV, eat a greasy burger then jack off. but you better believe if Sam ever got hurt and Dean finds himself struggling to drag his giant baby bro away from danger, he'll get his ass a gym membership and start working out like he's ready to be thrown in the ring with a gladiator.

all for his brotherwife Sammy.

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Thinking about….

Various! Boyfriend x fem-coded reader

Cw: not really anything. Chubby reader friendly- in fact I sort of imagined it that way. Was thinking about shinsou while I wrote it (and it’s probably obvious). Fluff, modern, 2nd person pov. 

x

Thinking about laying in bed with him one particularly lazy evening, cuddling and watching reels together on your phone. You’re both cozy and tucked against each other’s bodies, his chest to your back, arm hooked lazily over your waist, a few pillows supporting your head while he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

As you scroll mindlessly, he watches from his perch next to your head and laughs at some of the funny videos, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt softly. And then, you come across one of those “pick an outfit videos”. 

There’s a few dresses photoshopped onto the screen, below them are corresponding accessories, shoes, bags, each with a symbol/letter/number to mark each one. 

You stare at it for a second, in your mind skimming over each of the options to see which you like best. You aren’t really sure though…

The low rumble of a hum comes from your boyfriend’s throat next to you, grabbing your attention.

“D.”

You pause, glancing over at him.

“Huh?”

“D.” He repeats himself, nodding towards the screen. You blush a little as you connect the dots, looking back at the dress he chose. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. ‘S pretty, good color.”

You give a small hum of acknowledgment as you process his words- cheeks a little warm at the sentiment. You weren’t expecting him to give his own answer- but since he did, you can’t say you didn’t find it endearing, the little moment attractive. 

Before you can scroll again, he speaks once more.

“Do another one.”

Your lips curl upwards a little, almost a bit flushed. You didn’t think this would be something he would care about- but nonetheless, you swipe onto the creator’s profile, met with several more videos in the exact same format. Clicking on a random one, you tilt your screen so he can see better. 

He leans in, eyes scanning the screen as he puts an odd amount of thought into it, a certain something soft glimmering in his eyes. As he thinks, you feel his hand slowly caressing your stomach, a warm palm smoothing over your skin gently, affectionately. As if he’s mapping out exactly how the dresses would fit on you, envisioning it in his mind. It’s not an unusual touch, but it could still give you butterflies any day, any where.

“Mmmm. B. With those shoes.” He uses his chin to gesture to the ones he means,  the pair with the “&” symbol right above them. 

“Y’think?” You ask, glancing at the dress and continuing to flush a little at the image of wearing it- at the thought of him imagining it on your figure. 

He nods. “Mhm. I like that color on you,” he tucks his head further into the bend of your shoulder, “…and the fit of it looks nice.” 

You start to smile a little bit, stomach all fuzzy as he speaks. The simple act of being known- of him having a favorite color on you (one of your favorite colors, to say the least), his hands gently running down your stomach and hip, warm cheek pressed close to your neck, makes you feel all warm inside. Beneath the blanket, your free hand rests on top of his forearm that’s slung over your waist.

“Thanks” you mumble softly, smiling at your phone screen as he simply nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Mhmmm…” he mumbles again- and you can feel his small smile against your skin. 

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P.s:

Whenever you’re watching reels together after that, and those kinds of videos pop up, he again gives his own opinion- thinking over each option and answering with a small quirk of his lips. And you love it almost every time. 

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Characters:  Eijirou Kirishima / HITOSHI SHINSOU / Shoto Todoroki / Denki Kaminari / THEODORE NOTT / Mattheo Riddle / Steve Randle / Dean Portman / Adam Banks / Daichi Sawamura / Keji Akaashi /  more?

[up for interpretation, aka some characters also vaguely match the scenario, but would have their own little behaviors added/emphasized in this type of scene that were not included, but can be imagined.]

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castiel would find chubby dean hot as fuck because it’d mean dean was well fed, well taken care of, and well loved. dean’s no longer scaveging for meals or eating like a starved dog.

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Not what it seems...

[dumb-zombie-girl]

AS A CHUBBY GIRL I LOVE THIS

DEAN BEING A CHUBBY/ PLUS SIZE GIRL LOVER JUST MAKES SO MUCH SENSE TOO ME LIKE HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE A CHUBBY GIRL HE COULD COOK FOR AND CUDDLE WITH

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: Car Sex w/ Dean Winchester

a/n: for the first time in the last six days this day was not prewritten! that kind of worries me because i've been doing so good being on time but never fear, i'll make it work!

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The way you ended up here was a total accident – at least, that’s what you like to tell yourself, that is. 

You weren’t attracted to Dean by any means, no no, don’t get it twisted; yes, you may think he’s handsome. Yes, you sometimes fantasize about what it would be like if you were the one that he was taking home that night, but it was totally normal to think those thoughts about your friends… right?

It was like everything that you had ever known, that you had ever told yourself had melted away into nothing as you found yourself in the backseat of the Impala, nails digging into Dean’s broad, naked shoulders as he bounced you up and down on his thick cock. He buried his face in your neck, heavy pants brushing against the sensitive skin that sent a shiver down your spine, a whimper escaping your throat when his tip brushed your g-spot.

It was kind of hard to remember how you may have ended up in this predicament, especially since Dean was  too busy fucking you into next week. Maybe it was the sexual innuendos that were rather consistent these last couple of weeks, or maybe the quick glances and secret shared moments when you’d knock into each other in the middle of the night, eyes devouring one another from the inside out as you’d bid lustful goodnights – even though you noticed the way Dean’s hands were tensed, flexing as he walked away.

You thought that maybe being away from the bunker would help with the fact that you often found yourself falling asleep after rubbing furiously at your needy clit, Dean’s name always on the tip of your tongue but never daring to slip past your lips. 

It was obvious that being locked up in a stuffy hotel room was going to be the death of you, even after the hunt was over. All it took was suggesting you, Sam, and Dean take a trip to the local dive bar to end up losing a game you hadn’t even had a chance at winning.

The windows were fogged and the car was sweltering, but that didn’t deter either of you. Months upon months of swelling tension had bubbled to the surface which was portrayed in Dean’s hard thrusts and your harsh bouncing.

“‘You feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart.” He grunted, moving his head so that his lips brushed the shell of your ear. His stubble burned at your skin.

There was no gentleness in the way he fucked you, just pure depravity fueling your needy gripping. You took advantage of your position to caress and stroke as you pleased, just in case this was a one time thing.

“Can’t believe I finally get to fuck you,” He grunted, lifting you up to then slam you down on his cock. If the car wasn’t rocking before, it definitely was now. “Shit!” You cried out, throwing your head back.

“You know how long I’ve been wanting to feel this sweet pussy? God,” He cursed when you squeezed him. “Fuckin’ years.” He finished with a slap on your ass, sending you jolting in his lap.

‘Years?’ You would have asked, but all of your words died in your throat when you felt his cock jab at your g-spot once again. 

“Me too.” Was all you were able to whimper out. “Yeah?” He questioned through a smirk. “Mhm!” You confirmed through curled lips. “‘Would always wish I was those girls that you took home.” A hand descended from your hip up your chest to cup your breast, his finger pinching a nipple. “Ah! And I- and I would always wonder about what you would do to them, how it would feel.”

“Do you know now, sweetheart? Huh?” He cooed.

“Yeah! Yes, yes I do!” You quickly corrected yourself.

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[holylulusworld]

I know this has been asked before but I swear I can never find the links of the post of you answering other people. But I just need all of your plus size/ chubby reader 😽🫶 . I love your stories so much and I can’t wait for more, I was just curious to all the other ones you have because I’m never able to find any 🤧🤧.

Hi lovely! I try to list all chubby/curvy/plus-sized reader stories here (any fandom):

MARVEL

(including oder CEvans / SebStan characters)

Steve Rogers:

The assistant masterlist (CEvans characters)

Big girls don’t cry masterlist (AU)

A fresh start masterlist

The captain at a sex shop (also short reader)

Weakling (a/b/o)

Ransom Drysdale:

Once (1) & its sequels Twice, Thrice, Four times & Five times (a/b/o)

His maid

Trust fund prick

Lee Bodecker:

Snuggle Time

Red-Handed

Bucky Barnes:

You are beautiful masterlist

Burned Muffins & its sequels Burned Cookies & Burned Pancakes It's more implied in the 1st chapter that she's plus-sized in this one)

Best night of your life & its sequel Best night of your life (2) (AU)

Fratboys forever? masterlist (AU)

Chubby Bee 🐝 (AU)

The mobster’s cook & its sequels The mobster’s girl, The mobster’s wife (AU)

Tony Stark:

Obsession Stark Style

Fake Diamond

Multichars:

The Fitness Pack masterlist  (Steve Rogers; Sam Wilson; Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson - they all got a separate story - no poly)

Stucky:

Clingy Love (a/b/o)

Chris Evans:

The heat is on masterlist (a/b/o)

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SPN

Dean Winchester:

The new neighbor (a/b/o)

Broken Word Masterlist (AU)

His meaty mouse masterlist (AU)

911 for love Masterlist (Cop AU)

The Italian touch Masterlist

Foody Queen & its sequel His Foody Queen (AU)

Auction of love (AU/a/b/o)

Granny is the best (AU/a/b/o)

No friend of mine

Low

He’s my man

Ashamed

Sexy Suits

Family bonds

The back-up plan

Sharing Showers

The talk

Breaking your heart was never my intention

The DUFF (AU) it's implied that she's chubby - hence the title duff

Alone, together & its sequel Together, again (AU)

Sam Winchester:

Cocky matchmaker (Sam Winchester)

Soulless Instinct (Soulless!Sam Winchester - a/b/o)

John Winchester:

The Roommate masterlist (AU John Winchester)

Others:

Beautiful Mine (Cain - a/b/o)

Sam/Reader/Dean:

Our Girl Masterlist (AU / poly - no Wincest)

Never be your sexy girl (poly - no Wincest)

Jensen Ackles:

The back-up plan

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DC

Sex you up (Henry Cavill)

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THE BOYS

Dumbass stalker masterlist (Soldier Boy)

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TWD

Negan:

You belong to me

Physical Education (AU)

His favorite (Negan - a/b/o)

[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.  

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HALLOWEEN YEEEAAH‼️

they dressed up for a party😙

[fatallyaddictedtofiction]

Butchfem chubby HoH Dean Winchester

The reference I used didn't have a name on it so I'll put it down at the bottom for crediting

I LOVE HER. She is dear to my heart <3

this is the reference i used (if anyone knows who it's by please tell me so i can credit them!!!)