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[rainroses45]

Cherry Pie with Whip

ᥫ᭡description: Dean thinks there is not a single coherent thought behind those eyes, you prove him wrong ish Dean Winchester x Bimbo Fem! Reader ᥫ᭡a/n: I can't write the whole smut thing BUT I LOVE GIRLY POP READER SO MUCH ALSO LOVE THIS SONG SO VERY MUCH (Not Edited) ᥫ᭡song inspo: Every Man Gets his wish - Lana Del Rey ᥫ᭡warning: mentions of the devils tango

"Dean, I don't get it," you whined, your new glossy pink nails tapped against the table as you tilted your head, lips in a perfect pout. "Why does it have to be salt? Can't we just, like, use sugar or something? It's prettier."

Dean smirked, the corner of his mouth twitching as he stepped closer, his boots heavy against the floor. "Sweetheart, if sugar worked on ghosts, trust me, l'd be throwing cupcakes at 'em." His voice dripped with amusement, “next time you can add glitter to the salt.”

You smiled up at him, your top hitched up as you reached over to place your hands around Dean’s neck. He squeezed you closer to him, pushing your bosoms up.

“Have I ever told you how much I love cherries,” he gazed into your eyes. The fresh coat of mascara and the shimmery eyeshadow made you look like a lost innocent baby doe.

“We should go get cherry pie,” you smiled innocently, unaware of the tall older man starring down your shirt. Your cleavage on full display for his lust full eyes.

“I think I got something better here.” He smirked. “Something bigger and juicier to fill me up.”

“Oh yeah,” you smiled, “maybe we can get some whip cream on top?”

“Now we are talking, got to keep my blood sugar in check.” He lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist which caused his shirt to ride up displaying his delicious v-line. Your clotthed cunt rubbing against his abdominal instinctively.

Dean groaned as his hands squeezed your heart shaped ass. You laced your fingers into his hair steadying yourself from floating away from the moment, Dean noticed the fog begin to form in your eyes. “I wonder sometimes if there is ever a coherent thought behind those y/e/c eyes.”

You softly pulled the ends of your boyfriend’s hair in response, “hey don’t be mean,” you pouted.

“You know what I mean princess,” Dean kissed up your neck towards the sensitive spot that he knew would make you weak. You moaned causing your chest to rise further up Dean’s face.

“where did you learn how to be such a tease?” Dean mumbled in your ear nibbling at the skin.

“what does that mean?” You asked.

Dean stopped his actions to view your face, trying to figure out if you were actually joking.

“Honey, do you not know what tease means?” He asked to which you shook your head.

“Do you know about sex?” You nodded.

“Are you sure?” Dean asked again, “I don’t want to pressure you in anything sweetheart, you are in control.”

“I learned how to make love from the movies.” You blushed, hiding away from his gaze. Dean chuckled at your innocent response, before feeling guilty, had he known your level of knowledge on the topic he wouldn’t have been so forward.

“Aww sweetheart that’s nothin’ be ashamed about,” you still avoided his gaze, “why don’t you show me what you learned and I could help you out…wouldn’t that be nice sweet cheeks.” Dean kissed up to your face, trying to pry your hands away from his face. “Of course with your consent and approval it’s all up to you.” You nodded, still a little embarrassed from your previous statement.

Dean smiled fondly at you, “I promise to make you feel so good you’ll be seeing stars sugar.”

“Really?” You moved your hands away excitingly. “Just like in pretty woman?” You asked.

“Even better.” He pecked your lips. “Just say the words princess and I’m on my knees.”

“You’re so sweet Dean.” You blushed kissing his cheek. “How can I ever repay you?”

“I got a few ways but first things first I got to take care of my baby girl.”

[zepskies]

Sample the Menu

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader

AN: Happy New Year, everyone! 🌟 This was requested by a lovely anon. It’s sort of a sequel to the imagine below. ⤵️

See this imagine for context: Repaying him for a job well done.

Word Count: 550 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only — spiciness and innuendo.

Imagine: Interrupting Ben while he’s cooking.

The cringeworthy sound of metal clanging on metal woke you up early on a Saturday morning. Though your irritation was soon waylaid by the glorious smell wafting up from the kitchen.

Bacon. It had to be. Mixed with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

You slid out of bed, pulled on one of the shirts discarded on the bedroom floor (likely Ben’s, for how big it was), and freshened up before heading downstairs.

You were greeted to a mouthwatering sight.

An over six-foot tower of a man was taking up your kitchen, all broad shoulders and lean muscle and bed-tousled hair.  

In short, Ben was cooking.

But because he didn’t have to worry about the potential sting of sparked bacon grease, he only wore a pair of sweatpants while scrambling the eggs. Slowly you crept closer, not wanting to disturb his concentration just yet.

He actually seemed to be doing well. Or at least, nothing seemed to be on fire. (A vast improvement from previous attempts.)

Besides the pans of eggs and bacon, there were four slices of bread locked and loaded in the double-decker toaster, a side of butter, and two plates on the counter. The coffee was already done percolating.

Once again, your boyfriend managed to delight and surprise. He’d never cooked for you before. And you could dare to say, not for anyone before. You'd just recently managed to get him to do the dishes without being asked, to say nothing of breaking out the cookware...

There was an enormous mess of bowls, plates, and even a whisk in the sink, but you could deal with that if this was your reward.

A bubbly feeling rose up into your chest, making you smile. You went to him on light feet, sneaking up behind him.

Looping your arms through his and embracing him from behind, you leaned up on your toes and nipped at his bare shoulder. To him, it felt like a mere graze of your teeth.

“Mmm, I love a man at work,” you said.  

“Was wondering how long you were gonna fucking stand there,” Ben said, finally glancing at you over his shoulder. His lips twitched upward at the sight of your grin.

You hugged him tight from behind and pressed a lingering kiss into his neck.

“Breakfast looks good, babe. Thank you,” you said, though your hands drifted down his chest, down his sternum, down to thumb at the stretchy waistband of his pants. “It all looks good.”

A smirk pulled at his lips, though you couldn’t see it.

“Oh yeah?” he said. “Want to sample the menu?”

He felt your smile grow against his skin. “Yeah, I think I do.”

Just as you might’ve started inching that waistband down his hips, and lowering yourself along with it, Ben set down the metal salad spoon he’d been using to mix the eggs and turned in your arms.

He grabbed you by the hips and hauled you up on the counter beside him, hard enough to make the plates clatter. You gasped at the suddenness of it and clung to his arms.

“Ben—”

“Be a good girl and sit pretty for me,” he said. His eyes glinted with a familiar edge of cockiness before they roamed over your bare thighs. His grip brought you right to the edge of the counter, where he spread your legs apart. You allowed it, a tremor of arousal coiling in your belly.

His hand ventured up the inside of your thigh, and his smirk deepened.

It seemed you’d forgone panties entirely this morning. He liked that, along with the blushing smile you now wore, just for him.

“On second thought,” he said, as his fingers brushed the bare seam between your legs. “I think I want a taste.”  

AN: Hopefully the real food doesn't get cold. 😅

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(pic is from the hotd season 2 teaser)

[disastrousdalliance]

[nervouseden]

Bucky drabble/imagine #1(?)

Paring: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader.

Word Count: 229.

Content Warnings: Bucky (He's a fucking warning.), Dom/sub dynamics, Dom!Bucky, Sub!Reader, slapping, choking, sitting on Bucky's beautiful thighs, heavy petting (kinda), Gender Neutral reader, no reader description, drabble/imagine, implied smut.

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A/N: This is just a random drabble that my little pea brain came up with after laying in my bed and reading fan fiction all day bc I'm sick. I hope you enjoy!

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"Sit." Is all Bucky said as his hands rested on your hips, which were hovering over his clothed lap.

You did as told, dropping your hips and relaxing your muscles, feeling his hardened girth under you as you sit on his lap, his impossibly muscular thighs taut in his jeans under your own, quaking thighs.

"You listen so well, Baby."

Bucky smirks, running his hands up your sides, his vibranium hand gently wrapping around your throat, while his flesh hand runs back down your body and rests on your hips again.

"You're gonna be good." He states flatly, the cool metal of his left hand tightening around the sides of your neck, causing a rush of fire to engulf your skin. "And you're gonna grind on my lap til my cum, understood?"

You nod.

Bucky shakes his head and brings his right hand to slap your cheek, not gently, but not roughly, enough to sting, but not enough to actually hurt. A warning. "Use your words, Baby."

"Y-Yes... I understand."

Your voice comes out shakier than you would've liked, but to be fair, you are sitting on the lap of the hottest man you've ever laid eyes on while he has a raging boner. Not your fault.

"Good." Bucky smirks again, his hand rubbing your cheek softly where he slapped it, soothing the slight pain. "Now get goin', babydoll."

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[chainsawmanicure]

CW: NSFW

i dont usually post risque content to my page and probably wont do it again. but i Can becayse i turned 18 last week… so im just going to ask an inappropriate question… please do not be mad

if u eat scarecrows pussy does it make uou scared? *guards come after me with big weapons* NO NO IM SORRY IT WAS JUST A QUESTION *gets hit by a plane* OWW *batman comes out the plane* omg batman! batman: sorry for hitting u. me: its okay batman. batman: and to answer your question… Yes.

[sonofshin]

Love story with Akrahan and Yijun :)

Send "Love Story with ____" for my muse's reaction on finding a romantic fanfiction about themselves paired with that character

Yijun stood in front of his room, goblet of wine in his hand, uttering a deep sigh. Another one of these? Who is writing these and sloppily leaving them all over the palace?

He picked it up, analyzing it, only to come to the conclusion that the handwriting on this one was different. Now there were even more questions! Great. Well, might as well take this one and read it, hopefully it was as silly as the others.

The second prince laid himself down in his pillow nest and opened the story. Eyebrows raised once he realized it featured him and... another dragon. Or rather, dragon born? What was that, some kind of halfbreed? Blessed by dragons? Ohoo, how delightfully disgusting. The taboo of it all only made it more titillating.

"The other dragon's claws were warmer than Yijun was used to, strengthened by the wine coursing through both their bodies. A breath hitched when Akrahan's claws tickled Yijun's pelvis.

'H-how would you like an earldom?' Yijun whispered.

His feet were lifted off the floor, his heart pounding in his chest. Someone even lower than a servant was about to take him, and the prince couldn't be more thrilled about the idea. His body quivered as Akrahan moved the prince's skirt out of the way, exposing two perfectly smooth cheeks.

'You better mmmmake this good.' Yijun moaned under his breath."

[wordsbymae]

What's the farms favorite sex position?

How would he react to darling having some fun with his body when he is asleep? Or pumpkin wakes him up with sex?

If darling is very pure and unknowledgeable how does he teach them about sex?

What would his ideal valentine's day look like?

What is favorite risque outfit to put pumpkin in?

Hiiii!!! I am very sorry this took me ages but thank you for asking!!!

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Oh boy, if he was ten years younger it would be doggy style. But he's getting older, and his knees don't work as well as they used to. Nowadays he likes it best when his darling rides him. Let him take a break. But don't think for a second that darling controls any aspect of what's happening. The farmer is still in control of every aspect. Speed, force. It's all him.

This is probably not the answer you were hoping for, but he hates it and doesn't like it. He works from sun up to sun down, he wants/needs every single wink of sleep he can get. As much as he loves his darling and their very talented mouth. He's still a grumpy old man who needs his "beauty sleep". That doesn't mean he won't try to feel up the reader when they're in bed.

He would be so pervy and condescending. Very mocking and teasing. He thinks he's way more intelligent than the reader and lets them know it.

"I don't know how...I've- um, never done that before"

"It ain't rocket science pumpkin. You'll figure it out, so get to it"

In my mind, the reader's never dated anyone (and neither has he) but that leads to him taking full advantage of that. Telling them that it's normal for boyfriends to watch their partners showering or for them to touch their partners under the table during dinner this early in a relationship. * This is more my flower seller au than my original one but yeah.

Haha, he's never ever celebrated Valentine's Day. Probably doesn't even know what date it's on. But he would take complete advantage of it. His ideal one would be getting sucked off like 5x that day and fucking the reader whenever he sees fit. He's a simple man.

Once again he's a simple man so he's not really into lace or silk or anything fancy. Maybe a shirt of his or (implied fem reader) a pretty white cotton dress. Better yet nothing

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