Sunlightandstars

"c'mere" and pulls you towards him and tucks his face into your neck

it doesn't matter if you're in public or not for dex to do this. when he wants you near, when he needs to be close to you, he'll whisper "c'mere," sweetly to you as he's already yarding you towards him. dex'll tuck his face into you neck and inhale, softly kissing your hair/neck and hum.

fixing/playing with your hair

it started with dex tucking your hair out of your face to see more of you. over time he got more bold, running his fingers through your hair before gently tucking it behind your ear. when he noticed you shiver as he ran both hands through your hair as he made a makeshift ponytail is what decided dex to experiment. he loves listening to your little 'mm's as he played with the hair at the nape of your neck, and just simply adores how soft your hair is.

leaning down and the little "hm?" to talk to you

Mmmm yeah he is

He's fucking into you deep from behind, the pressure making your back start arching like a cat.

"C'mon, pretty. Jus' relax f'me," dean said, voice slurred with pleasure. His thumbs found the dimples of your back, gently pressing the buttons to guide you back to where he wants you. "There you go. Just gotta relax and take it."

The rough pads of his thumbs soothed at the indented skin, the friction feeling intimate enough to compete with the drag of his cock.

"Dean," you whimpered, the softness of it all making you melt into the mattress.

"I know, baby," he said, pausing his thought to place kisses all along your spine. "Just feel it."

Tears brimmed at your lids, not because of any pain or hurt but because of the tenderness. His, Dean's, huge, strong hands splayed out around your hips, the knuckle caught in the divot in a way that made chills skate all along your body.

only with some more lap bouncies, back pats, and kisses, she calms down into little sniffles. she's holding dad tight enough to bruise but she doesn't want to let go of him ever again. and he's just laughing gently in her ear and being like "just a joke, sweet girl. not gonna leave you, yeah? don't worry that pretty head."

he means it the way he fucks her slow and deep with so much eye contact while wiping away her tears and cooing praises into her ears about how well she takes dad <3

(had to turn it nsfw, sorry i love daddaughter😝)

DADDAUGHTER !

i’ve been thinking about how guilty frank feels about missing out on so much of the time they could have spent together. obviously, he didn’t know about her so it’s not his fault, but there’s still an ache in his chest over it. especially considering how jaded you are, just like him. just like your dad. he didn’t want that for you.

he starts incorporating things he would have done with you if he knew about you. taking you to the beach and flying kites, rocking you in his lap before sleep, and you’re usually so avoidant of these types of activities because you never had this kind of love and care, but frank can break you just by saying, “please, baby? i didn’t get to do this for you when you were younger. i know you’re a big girl now, but… let dad take care of you.”

he can’t blame you for not understanding the difference between fatherly love and romantic love, and when you latch onto him in both ways, he just accepts it because that’s what you need. after all, father’s are supposed to provide, right? it doesn’t make sense but it’s how he justifies it. he can’t lose you and you can’t lose him. you two need each other.

warnings ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა : oral ( f rec. ) , bluecollar!rafe ( dada mannn )

you loved to watch bluecollar!rafe eat . . . 

yes, i know that sounds weird, because why would you like watching your husband eat? but here's the thing about him, he always ate like the food was gonna run away from him. 

you noticed—well, it was hard not to—on your first date. he was quite literally scarfing down the plate within milliseconds of the food being served. 

and no, you were not taking your food home because once you placed your fork down, you practically read his mind. "you want the rest?" you didn't mind, simply because you found his big appetite endearing. 

to be honest, you found it hot too . . . 

like just imagine rafe being exhausted after being out in the summer heat from sunrise to sunset. his skin was slightly flushed from sunburn, probably in an airy white tee and shorts. 

but then he begins eating like he's been starved, despite the plethora of food you packed in his huge lunchbox before he left. 

large, rugged hands gripping the spoon handle like a vice, completely dwarfing the utensil. both elbows are planted on the table as he hunches over his plate. he doesn't let any exaggerated sounds escape as he inhales his meal like a vacuum cleaner. 

so just having this beefy man at your dinner table had you wondering one thing: if he eats like that, imagine how he eats cat. & boy did he eat it well . . .

everything was wet. your pussy, inner thighs, rafe’s face, and even the sheets below you. yet that only spurred your husband on because he could and would make you wetter. 

“rafey, m’sensitve now,” you’d mewl, digging your head deeper into your pillow. 

when rafe was between your thighs, he was a man of few words, only grunting or letting out raspy moans to your taste. continuing to slurp down your pussy juices like his day starved him from being saturated in your slick. 

he’d suckle on your clit in a way that had your thighs tensing around his head and your toes pointing into the air. sometimes he’d even have his teeth lightly graze your nub when you’d get too rowdy. “let me eat,” he murmured, circling your dripping entrance before dipping his tongue into your heat to receive more of that sugary sap you flooded his mouth with. 

and when he felt your velvety insides get warmer, he immediately tilted his head and flattened his tongue against your pussy, ready for your cunt to splatter that sticky cream of yours onto his taste buds. 

& cream you did. once you felt that muffled “cum for me,” vibrate against your throbbing pussy, your thighs trembled around his head. your cunny pulsing rhythmically around his tongue, because of course, he wasn’t moving until he licked up every drop you gave him. 

when rafe finally let up, you’d watch him wipe his mouth on the back of his arm, mirroring his actions from dinner . . . 

so yeah, having a husband with a big appetite meant he had an even bigger appetite when it came to you :3

xo, blissedbunni

thinking of jack with young!reader girlfriend is making my head dizzy 😵‍💫

not into feet at all (no kink shaming here!) but the idea of giving him a foot job after this picture has me losing my mind

pls see the vision 🥹🙏

with the fucking ring on…INJECT IT your brain is massiveeee

it would be completely innocent too..lounging around together and just feeling around at his bulge beneath your toes absentmindedly just because it’s there, like you’re literally just on your phone and he’s like grunting small and clearing his throat, widening his legs and bucking up to your touch.

literally vigilante!reader. she’s so insatiable, half the time he doesn’t even know what to do. he makes himself free use for his girl. he’ll be cleaning weapons and she’s pawing at his belt buckle while whining, eventually freeing his cock from his boxers before slipping it into her mouth just to have a taste.