Summary: The Reader finally takes things into her own hands when it comes to her feelings for Dean.
Warnings: Consensual voyeurism, mutual masturbation, Reader being sneaky, Dean being cheeky.
A/N: This little drabble stemmed from a conversation with @salvachester about Dean and his physique. And well, it ended up naughty, I’m not sorry. So, here ya go.
He’s all muscle and sinew, coiled strength and energy, long, lean limbs and broad shoulders taking up more space than should be legal. Every movement is calculated, every action purposeful. Watching him work is like watching a choreographed dance; trained hands loading a gun, handling knives, fighting monsters, driving his car. It’s nothing if not sheer beauty.
guys met, fell in love, etc. and being a longtime fan of him, on your wedding
day, (y/n) posts a picture of him and her kissing on twitter/Instagram with the
caption “guess I don’t have to Photoshop him & I together
anymore” and he reads it and just laughs and cuddles her. Much fluff.
Going with Harry to tape the BBC Radio 1 interview with Grimmy (Fluffy af)
Or when you have to keep secret that you filmed a video question for Harry…
“Nervous?” you ask before taking a large bite of toast with butter and jam.
“It’s just a normal chat with Nick,” he wipes the crumbs from your lip before you can swat his hand away, adding, “I’m just nervous for it to air.”
“Yeah, too bad we can’t be on the beach with Nicky when that happens,” you smirk from your perch on one of the tall stools by the breakfast bar.
Harry smacks your thigh lightly from his seat next to you, nearly spitting out his tea. “You know he hates when you call him that,” he tilts his head to the side as his body shakes silently with laughter.
“‘S’why I call ‘im that,” you say with a mouthful of jam.