Hi There! Could You Possibly Write A Fic For Dean Winchester X M!Reader? One Where The Reader Has Really

Hi there! Could you possibly write a fic for Dean Winchester x M!Reader? One where the reader has really long hair and Dean is always finding ways/excuses to play with it and tie it up in different styles. Just Dean being low key obsessed with his boyfriend and his long hair, even to the point of telling him he can’t ever cut it short because it’s too pretty. Being a guy with long hair myself I would really love Dean to fawn over me and my hair lmao. 💚

I can kinda imagine Dean doing this  💚

Loving The Long Hair

Feeling a hand run through your hair, you ignore it, knowing Dean is the one running his hand through your strands. “What’s up, Dean?”

“You have something in your hair.”

“That’s gonna take you two minutes to take out? It takes a few seconds to get it out.”

“Sh, leave me alone.” He takes the seat next to you and drags it closer to you before sitting down. He rests his chin upon your shoulder and shuffles his head a bit to have your hair rest upon his head.

With your body pressed against the side of Dean’s, he plays with your hair as you’re scrolling through social media on your phone. “Dean?”

“Mm.” He nuzzles his face against your head, smelling your shampoo. Putting your phone next to you, you roll yourself on top of Dean’s. His hands go to rest on top of your thighs. “I have a feeling you’re in a relationship with me just for my hair, not me.” You play with the rem of his shirt.

His arms extend to have his hands reach for your face. Bending your upper half, you press your lips against his, his hands now rest on your cheeks.

Slowly, they reach into your hair and bury themselves in the strands. He balls your hair in his fists, groaning at the taste of your lips.

Separating from the kiss, he groans in annoyance. You get out of bed and slip on one of his shirts. “Take care of him,” you point at the tent in his sweatpants, “‘cause I gotta start on cooking dinner.”

“(Y/N)!” You hear him yell from your shared room once you’re in the doorway of the kitchen. “No! I’m not helping this time!”

Taking out the things you need, you begin to start cooking the burgers, a vege one for Sam.

Footsteps come in behind you with a pair of hands resting on your hips, immediately knowing it’s your boyfriend. His hands shift under the shirt to touch the skin of your hips. He moves closer to your body, yourself feeling his boner.

“Dean, I told you to take care of him.” In response, he parts your hair with his nose to have it pressed against the back of your neck, your hair covering parts of his face.

“Don’t ever cut your hair short.”

“Wasn’t really planning to, except for trimming it sometimes, baby.”

With a random movie playing on the TV, you’re sitting on the ground in between Dean’s legs as he’s on the couch and brushing your hair. He then parts it in three parts and starts to plait it. 

This has become a routine sometimes or when Dean gets bored. It’s the second option right now.

Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Please don’t cut your hair short, not like when Sam had his hair back at Stanford,” he mumbles against your head.

His hands go under your armpits to bring your body up and sit in between the gap of his legs on the couch. He smushes his face against the side of your neck. Your hand comes up to bury it in his short strands.

“What? No, no way I’m gonna have my hair that short.”

“Good.” 

Genuinely debating writing something about Dean and love languages....

Honestly same and you should do it

I would love to just crawl into Aizawa's sleeping bag and cuddle him

I also want to cuddle some others from BNHA

I definitely agree that Dean is more of a “love language” guy than actually saying it.

Gifts, touch, and quality time.

Now this is making me want Dean with me right now and do that. Especially cuddles and kisses

Are people even aware you can comment on older fics? Like, it feels like they think they aren’t allowed or something. Remusly, it’s okay. There’s no window. You can comment on a three year old fic. Really. The comment section hasn’t expired or anything. 

Summary: Deciding to move out of the bunker and into the Pink Palace since the hunts are now over, the three of you do not know about the movie Coraline as the house is straight out of the movie. You’re the one that goes through the door and experience the button eyed world.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (you, gender neutral ‘cause I can’t decide on the gender), Mr Bobinsky, Wybie Lovat, Miss Forcible and Miss Spink, Cat, The Ghost Kids, The Other(s)

A/N: I think that’s it. This is my first time writing a series here on Tumblr. I’ll do the word count and the summary onto each chapter. I think I’m gonna have you and the brothers together, I don’t know.

A/N 2: I’m also gonna have you and Wybie be the age of in the early 20s, so yeah, have fun.

A/N 3: I will update this masterlist as soon as I post the chapters.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Our New Home

Chapter 2: Today is for Gardening