ꞌꞋ ࣪ _ bunny ✿ . ꒱

Dean’s girly girl best friend (who he’s been in love with since they were kids) has a secret. One night when Dean is bored and looking for entertainment a cam site catches his attention. A soft girl covered in pink and plushies who strangely resembles her. It couldn’t possibly be her, right?

pairing: dean winchester x f!reader

summary: dean and his undercover cam girl bestie <3

warnings: explicit sexual content and smut, graphic sexual descriptions, masturbation and use of sex toys, online sexual content / camming, sexually explicit language, sexualized body focus and objectification, friends-to-lovers sexual tension, nsfw material intended for 18+ audiences only.

→ bunny talking: im loving all my anon's these days <3 suggestions are still open!

You and Dean had been best friends for years. Hunting together, riding together, talking together. There was nothing you wouldn't do together. Well... except for when you got home, dressed in all pink, surrounded by your plushes, sinking the bright purple dildo into your sopping pussy.

He didn't need to know about that; he was just your best friend. He didn't need to know that it was his face you imagined when you were sinking into yourself constantly at night.

But he was particularly pent up these days, always around you and your pretty face. But harboring feelings you didn't know you had for one another. He sat in front of the laptop he borrowed from Sammy, searching porn sites that would help him get off.

prettypinkpussies.com, he pressed it quick.

The site was, well, pink. Full of girls in pretty pink outfits on live videos, fucking themselves for the pleasure of needy men who wanted to fuck them next. Not that they would ever have a chance. He scrolled the sight in hopes of finding one that was quick and to the point. Lives all starting soon, and he just wanted to see a pretty pink pussy.

Bunnygirl, caught his eye immediately. She looked almost familiar, like... you. Her pretty hair and her familiar eyes, which always stuck with him. He, of course, didn't believe it could really be you, but he was only touching himself because, so why not get off to someone that seemingly had your face.

The live began, the girl waving to the camera silently. The chat filled with eager men and women ready to see her split herself open. "Hurry, girl, we wanna see you cum." Said one of the users. "I couldn't wait for this live!!" Said another. And finally, she began.

Spreading her legs for the screen to see as she pressed the purple dildo to her folds. Dean's hands reaching for his jeans slowly, like he was being enticed,

The small mewls that left her lips made him jump, her voice sounding almost like... no. He had to get that thought out of his head, but in this girl, all he could see was your face. His jeans hung low on his waist as his hardening cock hit his leg. Stroking only as fast as she pushed the dildo into her core.

Small grunts leaving his lips as the whines leave hers. The pinkest, prettiest lips he'd seen. Lips he knows he'd seen before. Your legs shiver, back arching off the pretty pink mattress your lay your head on. His eye cant leave the screen, how could they when she looked so beautiful fucking herself like that.

"I'm gonna cum--" A groan that sounds like it hurts exits her throat as she wets the screen with her glisten. He release into his hand, catching his breath as she catches hers.

"That one goes out to my best friend, but don't tell him that."

pairing: bruce wayne x f!reader

summary: bruce and is youngin'

warnings: explicit sexual content and smut, graphic sexual descriptions, sexual intercourse, age gap relationship (consensual adults), workplace sexual activity, sexually explicit language and dirty talk, power dynamics and dominance, sexualized body focus and objectification, nsfw material intended for 18+ audiences only.

→ bunny talking: bruce is so dada

Bruce loved you no matter the age difference. It wasn't like it was illegal for a 40-something-year-old man to like a 20-something-year-old girl, it was just looked down upon. These days though, no one really cared.

You loved the look of old man Bruce. Even at his advanced age, his stamina was impeccable. He usually lasted longer than you in bed if we're being honest. You loathed him for it, that he was better than you when it came to sex.

One time, you tried to top him, riding his hardening cock slow and steady. His hands are on your hips, and his eyes are on your connected body parts. "You're doin' so good, sweetheart. Ridin' me so good." He grinned, lifting you faster than the pace you set. He was testing you. Safe to say your hips gave out, and he had to take control like usual.

But today you were feeling rather horny. You need him, given that he's been busy lately. You decide to raid his office, craving him in ways you usually didn't crave, like you'd taken something that pushed you over the edge. Like you could cum just looking in his eyes.

You reach his office, his body turned away from you as he types on his laptop. "I feel you staring at me. What's wrong?" He suddenly turns as you lean against the doorway. "Are you... super busy, Bruce?" You fiddle with your fingers as you approach him slowly, robe on your body, hair put away nicely. "I am quite busy, but if it's important-"

"I need you."

And just like that, he's on you.

He has you bent over his desk, laptop pushed aside as he pushes his hardening cock against your backside. You giggle as your lifts the robe to see your naked body underneath. "Didn't even put on clothes? You needed me that bad baby?"

You nod eagerly, the older man already feeling younger as he gropes you. His eyes scatter everywhere as he tugs his dress pants lower. "I guess I have to give you what you want, don't I?" he grins, tugging you closer as he rubs the head of his cock against your wet folds. You whine softly, pushing against him, as he enters your warm hole.

"Gonna fuck you so good, doll." And that he does.

His hips piston in and out of your fleshy walls, leaving you breathless. Gripping the edges of the desk, the fresh nail set that dawned on your fingers was at risk of being broken. "You've gotta cum quick, come on, baby." He slips his hand over your tummy, his fingers reaching your sensitive clit. His fingers drawing circles that leave you screaming.

Your edge tetters closer, his hips speeding up, as he angles himself to hit the spot you love just right. Your climax washes over you in waves as your legs shake underneath you.

pairing: dean winchester x f!reader

summary: dean winchester loves his babies

warnings: explicit sexual content and smut, graphic sexual descriptions, sexual intercourse, car sex / public-adjacent sexual activity, sexually explicit language and dirty talk, sexualized body focus and objectification, nsfw material intended for 18+ audiences only.

→ bunny talking: dean dean dean, yes we love you

Dean oved his 1967 chevy. I mean there was nothing more he loved than that car, besides you. What a good way to cherish the love he has for both, other than fucking you in the back seat of it?

His body pressed against yours, fingers in your scalp as his hip's piston into you. "Fuck, feels so good, baby." He grins, pressing his lips to your neck, leaving bites marks in his wake.

Grunts and groans leaving your lips, scratching down his shirtless back as the heat fills the car. The windows foggy in the motel parking lot as you both rock the car with the fever of the sex. "Fuck- gonna cum, Dean." He nods at that, hitting that spot that ruins you just right, clenching around his cock just how he likes it.

"Cum for me, baby."

And those were the last words he had to say to push you over the edge.

Dean loved his 1967 Chevy, but he loved fucking you in it even more.

pairing: clark kent x f!reader

summary: he's such an eater

warnings: explicit sexual content and smut, graphic sexual descriptions, oral sex, sexually explicit language and dirty talk, sexualized body focus and objectification, nsfw material intended for 18+ audiences only.

→ bunny talking: i love bruce wayne tbh. also my requests are open !

Clark loved to eat. Food and you.

He was always chewing on something when you saw him. Always full of a meal you cooked for him, because you loved him, of course, you'd cook him a meal. He loved every minute of it.

But he also loved to eat in bed. His head was between your legs like he'd been starving for seven days and seven nights. The nasty noises that come from his tongue as he laps at you like you were the last meal he could have. Murmuring sweet nothing into your folds, like he was drunk off you.

"Taste so good, baby. Gonna cum soon?" His questions vibrating against your core in a way that pushes you closer to the edge. You nod eagerly, unable to speak as he spreads you open on your shared bed, taking you whole.

Your release is his fill, drinking you up as if you were any other regular drink he had earlier that day. "M'full now, thank you, baby." With a grin on his lips, and your slick on his face as he peels himself from your sopping cunt.

God he was an eater.

pairing: bruce wayne x f!reader

summary: bruce wayne and his stoic vulgarness

warnings: explicit sexual content and smut, graphic sexual descriptions, sexual intercourse, public sexual activity, sexually explicit language and dirty talk, power dynamics and dominance, sexualized body focus and objectification, nsfw material intended for 18+ audiences only.

→ bunny talking: i love bruce wayne tbh. also my requests are open !

Bruce loved to rile you up, and what other way could he do that other than with his words? Always whispering nasty things in your ear that he knew would have you wet for the rest of the day. The constant throb in your core that he couldn't wait to get him and push himself into.

"You look so good, baby. I can't wait to take this off you," he whispered in your ear at the charity gala. Of course, when you arrived home, you let him take it off you. His hands pressed your thighs to your chest as he pistoned his hard cock into your sopping cunt.

"Can you wear this f'me, angel face?" He asks while holding up the smallest piece of lingerie you'd ever seen in your days of shopping. "You want me to wear that?" You give him a confused look, because how in the hell were you going to fit into that pile of string? He attempted to help you into it at home, his eyes glazing over as he stared at your naked body. You weren't even halfway in before he pulled you closer and pressed his lips to your breats.

"Just ride me right here, no one's watching." He whispers in the back of the movie theater. But people were indeed watching, even if you couldn't see them. Not that either of you really cared, settling on his lap with his hand over your mouth as you grinded just right on his hardening cock. "Atta girl, just like that."

Bruce was so vulgar.

pairing: clark kent x f!reader

summary: clark and his big hands

warnings: explicit sexual content and smut, graphic sexual descriptions, fingering and oral sex, sexually explicit language and dirty talk, sexualized body focus and objectification, power dynamics involving pinning and commanding language, nsfw material intended for 18+ audiences, and consensual sexual activity.

→ bunny talking: ouu i just want him to crush me with his body ...

Clark always had his big veiny hands on your body. Touching and squeezing at art no other man could have the luxury of touching. "Feel so good in my grip, baby." He says as he palms your ass sweetly.

Other ways his big hands came in handy were when his thick and girthy fingers were prodding at the folds of your slick cunt, back arching off the couch, he pinned you down too with his thick arms wrapped around your thighs. "Sit still, baby. I can't fit them inside if you do all the squirmin'." He was overly pussy drunk, not even having a taste yet. His first digit entered your core in a way that made your legs want to close around his body. Your hole sucking him in with ease.

"Atta' girl. Feels good, yeah?" His eyes on you as your own are at the back of your head, the steady pace he set is enough to already send you over the edge. You can only bring yourself to nod, small whines escaping your lips in ways that make the bulge in his jeans even more prominent. "Can I put another baby? Can you handle another finger?"

He sounds so innocent, but he knows exactly what he's doing when he talks like that. "C'mon, speak up and tell me." You stutter before finally finding your words, a small squeal leaving you as he pushed the finger already intruding, deeper into your sopping cunt. "Y-yes! Yes- can handle it, Clark."

He grins, his second finger finding its way to your now stretched hole. "Gonna make you cum with just my fingers. Gonna cum f'me?" He sounds sloppy, pressing kisses to your thighs as he penetrates you further. "Hurry up and cum on my fingers, darling."

You buck your hips as he hits your sweet spot, in and out, his fingers go in your cunt. "Sloppy pussy. So sloppy." He can't help himself, pressing his tongue to the slick that escapes, your back arching off the couch and into his mouth in hopes he'd give you what your body was begging for.

"M'so close, Clark-" You cut yourself off with a groan at the feel of his tongue on the nub in between your slick folds. Your hands can't do anything but reach for his head in between your legs, suffocating him in a way that feels so good. Your legs are shaking as you release onto his tongue, thighs closing around his head. A guttural groan leaves both of you. "Fucking hell, baby. You came so much."

His thick fingers leave you feeling empty as he holds the slick-covered digits in front of him to admire. His tongue darting out to get a one last taste of your essence.

Man, you love Clarks' big hands.