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Dick in my mouth while a pretty girls eats me out 🥵🥵
Craving Mornings, Afternoons, Evenings and Nights like this with you...
Brisket Cheesesteaks
Some cravings are never satiated...
~beccawise7💜🖤
What's the furthest you've ever driven/traveled JUST for a meal?
I've never traveled more than 5 miles (8km) just for a meal
5–10 miles (8–16km)
10–25 miles (16–40km)
25–50 miles (40–80km)
50–100 miles (80–161km)
I've traveled more than 100 miles (161km) JUST for a meal
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Your essence
Cravings
Dean Winchester x Pregnant Reader
TW: mild cursing, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of vomiting, domestic Dean Winchester, established relationship
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You had finally reached a point where you weren't throwing up whenever you woke up in the morning. a bit over a few months along. You had gotten up early, fully expecting to feel a rush of nausea, but instead, it was replaced with the kitchen calling you in. You pull a few items from the fridge strategically so that you won't wake up Dean or Sam. Bread, american cheese, ham, barbecue sauce, mayo, and cream cheese. Little did you know, Dean had rolled over, hoping to snuggle up closer to you, only to find your side of the bed empty. He checked the bathroom, seeing you weren't there, and found you in the kitchen.
"Mornin' sweetheart." Dean said, voice still gravelly from sleep.
"Sorry, didn't want to wake you." You said, carefully flipping the sandwich you had crafted in the pan so that it'd brown on both sides. "The baby was hungry."
"At six in the morning?" Dean asked.
"Mmm-hmm." You confirmed. "Guess it's better than making me feel too sick to eat."
"And the baby wanted grilled cheese?" Dean inquired, looking at the sandwich.
"Yeah." You answered. "With barbecue sauce. So that's new." You put the sandwich from the pan onto a plate.
Then it came later. Sam and Dean were on a supply run and were only supposed to be out for an hour or so. Dean's phone rang. Seeing it was you calling, he answered.
"Everything okay, sweetheart?" Dean asked.
"I'm fine, babe." You responded. "Just have a little request for you while you boys are on your supply run."
"Another craving?" Dean inquired.
"Yep." You confirmed.
"Alright, what is it you and the baby want?" Dean asked.
"We've already got ham and cream cheese here, so I just need you to pick up some pickles and some pepper jack cheese." You listed off.
"Pickles and cheese, should I be concerned where this is going?" Dean asked.
"It's perfectly normal, D. I checked the book." You replied. "Still can't believe I have to fucking microwave ham before eating it. Apparently, the baby can't handle deli meat unless it's heated up."
"You sure that's my baby then?" He teased.
"You know damn well this is your baby, Winchester." You responded. "Or else the cravings wouldn't be like this."
"Y'know I'm just teasing, sweetheart." Dean said.
"Just hurry up before your kid decides they want something else." You replied.