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SCROOBIUS PIP. I heard his name before I heard his work. The name “Scroobius Pip” conjured up an image of a self-serving Dickensian character with likeable traits! He also had a huge beard. The illustration continued to create itself once I saw what he really looked like. Scroobius is more of an actor and podcaster now than a musician, but still very interesting and I’d say vital. If you don’t know his work go seek him out. #scroobiouspip @scroobiuspipyo #illustration #ukrap #dickensian #charlesdickens #theoldcuriosityshop #staffy #thoushaltnotkill #hobbyhorse #yellowshoes #ridingcoat #greasyspoon #cafe #myart https://www.instagram.com/p/CfuCKSXotZD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Breakfast At Regency Cafe Westminster London
#regencycafe#fullenglish#iconiccafe#greasyspoon#londonbreakfast#traditionalbreakfast#regencycafebreakfast#breakfastwestminster#westminsterlondon
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#greasyspoon#greasyhair#greasyfood#greasycafe#Greasy#Restaurant#restaurants#restaurantdesign#restaurantfood#flooring#flooringideas#floortiles#flooringexperts#flooringinstallation#Kitchen#kitchenware#kitchengoals#kitchenideas
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A light mid-morning fuel-up at one of my old standbys, Terminal Agaric, before making my way out of the desert and down to the coast #breakfastsando #blt #dinersdriveinsanddives #greasyspoon #gowest #digitalnomads #artdiscover https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqa7T_eODq6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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#fbf to the last few of my pics from our trip to Kentucky. What would a trip to Covington be without a stop at the iconic 24/7 greasy spoon, Anchor Grill. As they proudly display at the entrance "We may dose but we never close". Turns out, in a post COVID world, they actually do close! It's ok though! I have spent countless hours here drinking way too much coffee, eating too many goetta omelets, and dropping endless amounts of change in the jukebox just to watch the toy band move about. A Kentucky institution and much cleaner than I remembered🍔😸 #kentucky #covington #anchorgrill #goetta #omelet #greasyspoon #247 #coffee #restaurant #america #diner #jukebox #band #biscuits #アメリカ #ケンタッキー # (at Anchor Grill) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnpJtLNSUdw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Happy 40th anniversary to this fine #Tucson establishment! “Elegant Dining Elsewhere “ and a damn good huevos rancheros… #frankstucson is a landmark #greasyspoon in midtown. (Updated painting) #oilpaintingoncanvas #smallpainting 8x10” #tucsonart #arizonalife #tucsonartist #tucsonlandmarks #diner https://www.instagram.com/p/ClAC06bPrLV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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At the Allen’s Diner I sat in the last booth, when I caught a glimpse of the waitress Ruth. I stared at her, innocent of why Her red hair draped covering her blue eyes. Her finger traced candy red lips and her tongue gently, circled dark nail tips. A soft delicate hand combed back her hair Her seductive eyes caught my stare. I couldn’t resist when she smiled a grin sparkling ivory pearls laced her flawless skin. I rose from the chair to approach her beauty Her apron fell to the floor to reveal her nudity. My celibate life-style no longer I could deny my self pleasure she fulfilling understood. Her slender warm body laid me down I relaxed in her arms and she turned me around. A beauty my eyes had starved so long for was enclosed on my smile as she gave to me more. I closed my eyes to taste her sweet cream When I opened them again I awoke from the dream. ~ #restaurant #diner #Sunset #Endofday #🌅 #dusk #sky #SkyPorn #PaintedSky #FoodPorn #StreetSideSnack #Abandoned #Forgotten #ComeExploreWithMe #LetsGetLost #AllensDiner #FtPierce #Florida #GreasySpoon #StreetPhotography #PoemOfTheDay #poetry #📝📆 #PictureOfTheDay #PhotoOfTheDay #📷📆 #CTSelf (at Ft Pierce Fla....) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiAyxI_uXuE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Against The Wall (/Bathroom Door)
Pairing: Dean Winchester/AFAB! Reader
Feminine pronouns used.
Plot: Dean and the reader are unable to keep their hands off each other during dinner. They sneak off together for a 'quickie' in the restroom.
Rating: M/18+
This is a re-written/edited fic I wrote and posted on a now deleted tumblr. If I recall correctly, it was originally a request for 'against the wall' sex.
Please remember: to be kind to yourself.
Content: Swearing, (really cheesy) flirting, established romantic/sexual relationship, nipple play, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, teasing, dirty talk, semi-public, clothed sex, size difference, biting, (non-sexual) peeing.
Excerpt: "Give me rough and ready any day.”
“Ohhh, don’t worry Darlin’...” Dean smirked, the hand on your thigh slipped to cup you through your jeans as he almost closed the gap between you, his lips less than an inch away. “I intend to.”
“Why are we staying here? Why didn’t we check in to that place down the road?” You groaned. You couldn’t help but feel like a sore thumb, as you needlessly examined the well-dressed wait staff and their high society patrons. If the side eyes, and tight smiles they shot back at you were anything to go by, they also thought your table stood out.
Attempting to avert your gaze, you glanced over the menu and had to stifle a gasp. Tired and sore from the hunt, you’d collectively decided that it would be faster and easier to just dine at the hotel’s restaurant, but $37 for a burger, FRIES NOT INCLUDED! Daylight robbery! In hindsight, you wished you’d bothered to walk the extra 10 minutes to the nearest greasyspoon, just on principle. Besides, the motel down the road was next door to a pizza joint, double whammy. “It would have been a helluva lot cheaper.”
“Because it was full up. Besides, I thought you’d appreciate somewhere a little more sophisticated.” Dean replied. If the grin on his face, and the hand on your thigh was anything to go by, he didn’t really care where he was, he was just happy for the food and the company. And to be done with the ghouls you’d been hunting down all week. He winked at you as he leaned in and snatched the menu from you, and you giggled when his brows shot up. Likely also outraged at the price of a burger, WITHOUT FRIES.
“Deano, sophisticated; we, are, not.” You stated as matter-of-factly as you could, trying to ignore his hand as it inched higher and higher up your leg.
“Speak for yourself Sweetheart.” He quipped, locking his eyes with yours and wiggling his eyebrows, “I’ve always had a taste for the finer things in life.”
“HA.” You deadpanned, but he didn’t budge. You leaned in closer, lowering your voice to a purr. “Well, not me. Give me rough and ready any day.”
“Ohhh, don’t worry Darlin’...” Dean smirked, the hand on your thigh slipped to cup you through your jeans as he almost closed the gap between you, his lips less than an inch away. “I intend to.”
You would have leaned in to kiss him, had the sound of Sam clearing his throat, signifying his discomfort, not distracted you both. Embarrassed at having forgotten his presence you both leaned back in your chairs. Dean promptly placed both his hands on the table and shot Sam a very unserious thrown.
“Sorry, Sam.” You extended a brief apology and the three of you sat in awkward silence until someone came to take your drink orders.
“I’m going to the ladies’ room.” You announced shortly after the waiter had left. “10 bucks says this place has attendants.” You joked as you stand from the table and walk away.
“Wait up, I gotta take a leak too!” Dean declared. “If they come back for food, just order for his. No green shit.” He instructed his brother before wrapping an arm over your shoulder and following very, very close behind you. You really did need to pee, but if Dean had something else in mind, you wouldn’t object.
Together you manoeuvred your way through the labyrinth of busy tables and ‘atmospherically’ dim hallways until you found a vestibule of doors labelled ‘la toilettes’.
Dean held you at arms-length as he poked his head through one and looked around. From what you could see, it seemed to be a single occupancy bathroom. “Score!” Dean turned to face you as he backed the rest of his body into ‘la toilette’, pulling you in with him. “Plus, no attendant, you owe me 10 bucks.”
The moment you heard the lock click behind you he pounced, arms either side of you, fingers against your scalp, caging you between his firm chest and the door. Your lips crashed together; a shiver ran up your spine as he groaned into your mouth. It wasn’t a soft kiss, it was harsh, demanding, just how you liked it. You snaked your hand under his shirt and ghosted your fingers up until they rested on his chest, there you could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.
Briefly, you felt high on the effect you had on him. The moment abruptly ended when he snatched your waist, twisting you around, and pushing you face first against the cold wood.
In this new position, you could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your ass, instinctively you reached an arm back to rub against him.
“F-fuck.” Dean spluttered, grinding into your open palm. “You’re so sexy.”
“You’re not too bad yourself.” You replied, “But can we get a move on please.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He rasped, before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin of your shoulder. Strong hands begin roaming your body. One hand skirts along the curves of your upper body before gliding back up, beneath your shirt, under your bra and begins squeezing at your breast. His calloused fingers pinch at your sensitive nipple, rolling it between the tips of his fingers.
His bite softens, and his tongue flicks against the tender skin before he begins to ghost his lips over your neck, kissing, licking, sucking, marking. Meanwhile, his other hand deftly works on your belt, whipping it open in no time, he nabs the hem of your jeans and yanks down, forcing them down to your knees, underwear following soon after.
You sucked in a breath and arched your back against him when you felt a finger begin running against your slit. A second finger quickly joined, and you withered at the feel of his coarse digits splitting your lips open. The heel of his palm pressed against your clit, sending a shockwave through your body, two fingers gently prodded at your entrance, but he didn’t push in straight away.
Needlessly you rocked against his hand, hoping to garner some friction against your clit, trying to sink yourself onto his fingers, but you just couldn’t quite hit the right spot.
“Dean stop!” You whined. “I need you.”
“Need me?” He chuckled, his hot breath tickling the back of your neck. You knew he had a shit-eating grin on his face, and he was lucky you were too needy to care. “Need me to what?”
“Need you inside me.” You whispered back to him, cheeks ablaze. “Need you to fuck me.”
You felt your hole slowly spread open as his fingers inched in, stretching you around them, but no sooner had it started when he halted again.
“Dean, please!” You begged, and seemingly that was exactly what he needed to hear.
Within seconds his long fingers were buried inside you. Leaving no time to adjust he started pumping in and out, scissoring your insides, while the heel of his hand massaged your sweet spot, both actions sending an unbearable pressure through your body.
It wasn’t long before he slid in a third, and you were seeing stars, panting and rutting as a tight knot surged in your core, your climax was fast approaching, tittering on the edge when Dean abruptly pulled himself from you.
An exasperated cry leaves your lips as you attempt to reach for him, to pull him back but you’re barely able to brush your fingers against his arm. Accepting failure, you spin around to face him, ready to pout at him, to demand an explanation but before you open your mouth his hands are cupping your thighs. He lifts you off your feet, forcing your arched back against the door once again. With some shuffling he managed to bring your knees up, hooking your ankles over his shoulders, his face embedded in your concealed cleavage.
“Hold still.” He instructs, balancing your weight between one hand and the door, as he makes quick work of his belt, jeans, and boxers. You bite your lip, repressing any instinct to wither or jerk as his cock springs free.
“Ready?” He asks, his half-lidded, lusty green eyes gaze up at you as he positions himself at your entrance.
“Ready, and very, very eagerly waiting.” You confirm.
You suck in a breath as he enters you all at once, relaxing his grip on your body slightly so you sink down, taking every single inch of his shaft.
“Fuck.” He shudders against your body, his eyes rolling back already. His voice to low and guttural. “You feel so good. So fucking wet.”
Hands gripped tight against the wall for support, ankles firmly angled against his shoulders, you roll your body, grinding your pussy up and down his cock. His fingers dig tight into your thighs, surely leaving bruises as he savours the feeling.
“Fuck me, Dean.” You plead, rocking on his dick once more. “Need you to fuck me.”
“How could I say no to that.” He groans, adjusting his grip on you, slipping his hands up until they’re wrapped tight around the back of your knees. He slowly leans back, sliding his cock out until only the tip remains inside, before brutally slamming back in. It doesn’t take long for him to find his pace, slow, hard, and so fucking deep.
If he registers the creak of the old wood supporting your back, he clearly didn’t care. Neither of you had really made an effort to disguise what you were doing, why start now?
You were soon twitching at the feel of each thrust, murmuring his name. You didn’t expect to last long after he’d brought you so close once already, and you were right. He rebuilt that tension almost instantly, you felt dizzy, hot and wet. Barely able to feel anything but the throbbing, burning heat between your legs. With one last strangled moan, you tightened around him as you reached your climax.
Dean soon followed behind, the feel of your cunt tightening around his dick setting him off. His muscles clenched around your body, and his pace slowed as he released inside you, grunting with each spurt.
Flushed and panting you both remained in your positions as you came back down. Cum began to seep out of you as Dean softens.
“That was….” Dean pursed his lips as he searched for the right word. A smile spreads across his lips as he seemingly finds it. “That was, awesome.”
“That was awesome.” You reiterated as you began lowering your body. Dean's firm hands steadied your feet return to the floor. He reached down to pull your jeans up for you, but you stopped him, shooing his hands away.
“I really do need to pee!” You answered his puzzled look as you waddled over to the toilet.
“Right!” He laughed, as he pulled up his own trousers. “Plus, you should always pee after sex, right?”
You nodded affirmatively as you did your business. There was something weirdly intimate actually urinating in front of your boyfriend without shame. You really did have nothing to hide, he knew every gross detail.
“We should head back out there.” You said as you finished up. Readjusting your clothes and washing your hands. “Sam will probably think we fell in or something.”
“Nah, he may look it, but he's not that dumb.” Dean joked. “He better have ordered something good, I need more than rabbit food after that.”
“Agreed! Oh, and Dean?”
“Yeah, babe?” He answered as he drapes his arm over you.
You press your head into his shoulder, looking up at him through your lashes. “Round two after dinner?”
“If I ever say no to that, I want you to shoot me.”
#dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester fic#dean winchester x you#dean winchester smut#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural reader insert#dean winchester imagine#supernatural imagine#gilverrwrites
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Burger 🍔 of the day: Greasy Spoon Burger #food #foodporn #burgers #cheeseburgers #greasyspoon #greasyspoonburger
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Thai luncheon in Spitalfields.
Music on the move.
Breakfast at the Ritz.
Set 2, £6.70. (I didn't want any toast)
Butchers.
Angel on a Brompton.
It's been a while since I last came here.
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#fryup #englishbreakfast #greasyspoon #thaifood #somsaa
#winepairing #wine #instawine #vin #vinho #wein #vino #riesling #australianwine #germanwine #mosel
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@jackinthebox I don't think I've ever aten here before, lol. #burgers #bacon #baconburger #burger #hamburger #fries #frenchfries #milkshake #greasyspoon #greasyfood #food #foodporn #foodblogger #foodie #foodphotography #foodpic #foodstagram #hollywood #hollywoodblvd #liveyourlife #liveyourbestlife #livelovelaugh #actor #actors (at Jack in the Box) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1Wq_tKl19Q/?igshid=pwj5j0yctu6u
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Condiments #cafe #food #restaurant #chiswick #london #greasyspoon (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/By0untDnBP7/?igshid=1wueku0q6gtm9
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Keeping it healthy with a bite at Terminal Agaric before heading out for the trip back home. #greasyspoon #divebars #truckstops #dinersdriveinsanddives #derelict #frenchtoast #diners #lastyle #digitalnomads https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn-gDOsu-5L/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Corned beef hash with eggs over medium, wheat toast. San Francisco CA📍 #itstops 📱 ••• Mushy corned beef hash is my favorite especially with crispy bits on the bottom! Late nights require greasy food. 😂 • • • #cornedbeef #hash #eggs #breakfast #latenight #itstopssf #cheatmeal #greasyspoon #food #foodie #foodporn #foodstagram #foodphotography #vittlemonster #feedme #nofilter #instafood #eater #nomnom #foodgasm #yummy #tasty #eatersf #sfeats #sffood #sffoodie #bayareafoodie (at It's Tops Restaurant & Coffee Shop) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw17EtzA7kK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=aw0u2c4tomh
#itstops#cornedbeef#hash#eggs#breakfast#latenight#itstopssf#cheatmeal#greasyspoon#food#foodie#foodporn#foodstagram#foodphotography#vittlemonster#feedme#nofilter#instafood#eater#nomnom#foodgasm#yummy#tasty#eatersf#sfeats#sffood#sffoodie#bayareafoodie
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