"things i find extremely attractive" trend with dex
"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
he is so tall, it's like second nature to dex to lean down a bit when he wants to focus his attention on you. when you mutter something, especially in public, he'll lean down into your space and hum softly, pretty head tilted to the side.
long eye contact in crowded rooms
he doesn't want to lose sight of you across the room. he'll look at you whether you're looking back or not. when you catch his eye the corner of his mouth might twitch for just a second, and he feeds on the way you stare just as intently back at him, ignoring the people or things around you/him.
messy makeouts
dex lives for messy makeouts with you. kissing you softly and with intention and it derailing into you pinned against something, both hands cupping his jaw as his hands roam. he doesn't even care if it leads to anything more or not, and doesn't make a move unless you do, but he's always painfully hard.
popcorn kisses
he loves your face. sometimes, when you're talking, he'll become so overwhelmed by the sight and sound of you he'll grab your face and kiss your face all over. his heart swells when you giggle and he'll kiss your face a few more times before giving you a rough kiss to your mouth.
carefully observing you when you're doing something
yeah okay we all know dex, do i even need to elaborate? it's one of his favorite things to do. he could watch you for hours, he could watch you watch paint dry. he loves to witness all the little way your face contorts when you focus, when you're frustrated.. the way you fidget, your favorite ways to fidget. he stores it all away in his mind for safekeeping.
rubbing their thumb on your hand while holding hands
dex likes to move his hands, he likes to fidget. when holding hands with you, it translates to rubbing soft circles on your skin. it comforts him, being able to gently squeeze your hand and feel your warm skin on his.
smiling as you do small things for them (tying their shoes, picking off lint, etc)
he loves when you pick a small piece of lint of his shirt mindlessly, as if you were almost unaware you did so until you see him smiling down at you. when you gently fix his hair and are slow to look back at him, making sure his hair looks just right.
standing close behind you
it's important to dex that everyone around you acknowledges that you are his, and his alone. he is so big and broad and warm it's impossible to not notice him standing so close behind you.
when they correct someone's perception of you or what you prefer "no she's allergic to that" / "her favorite color is green, not pink"
it irks dex when someone who claims to know you says something totally wrong. he keeps his anger in check, monotonal as he supplies the person with your actual favorite color, your proper pronouns. he also can't stand when someone is just so blatantly wrong about you. "what did you call her? hard to speak to? they're an introvert, and anyway i've always found them easy to speak with. you just don't know how to, i'd guess you're the harder one to converse with."
knees touching but not moving away
grrr ruff ruff.. he has to be touching you. it doesn't matter how. he will deliberately manspread to touch his large knee to your quaint one. it calms him.
scolding you but not stopping you
it's no secret dex is a brat tamer. he could easily get off on scolding you, making you pay, restraining you to stop you... but sometimes he likes to let you play, just a bit. you want to test your luck with him? okay, he'll scold and warn you but wants to see how far you'll really go.
lying for you
lies roll of his tongue for you easily. he doesn't even need an inkling of idea of why he needs to, he just simply does it. late for something and a friend is upset? 'they lost track of time studying for an important exam.' bruise(s) on your knee and embarrassed about it? 'slammed into the bedframe pretty hard, heard it from the living room.'
replying to you when you call their name with your name
his mouth curls upwards when you call for him. he'll call back to you with the same infliction and your own name on his lips while he makes his way towards where your sweet voice came from.
when they acknowledge it's wrong but they're too far in to stop
"baby, sweetheart..." he's breathing hard, fingers digging into your waist. "fuck, hun, we really shouldn't be doing this," but he can't help himself. "tell me to stop, baby." he can't stop, even if your soft voice begged him to.
dean winchester being the type of man to push his thumbs into the dimples of your lower back to see u arch ur back for him and it makes ur knees go weak 😵💫
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.
"You're my perfect fuckin' girl, you know that? Every last dip and curve. And it's all fuckin' mine."
"your papa is getting old." i just know frank's ass pulls this even in sfw settings. he brushes off injuries by saying he's getting old but vigilante!daughter just bursts into tears. he's like tf did i do.... and she's just upset at the thought of their lost time, if he leaves before her especially in their line of work. oh she is an inconsolable mess.
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.
he loves looking down in your eyes as he fucks you, feeling the tip of his cock brush against your cervix when he angles his hips in a position to get himself as deep as physically possible. “my good girl,” he tells you softly, eyes flickering between yours, “i don’t care what anyone says, you’re my good girl. made just for me… made by me… we fit together to perfectly.”
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
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.
caressing the top of your soles sweetly until it finally clicks in your mind: “Jack are you hard..?” you look up from your phone, seeing his blushy face and furrowed bushy brows. “yeah, i mean-you’re rubbing my cock.” he shrugs, and you giggle bashfully. “you’re so gross jackie..” you tease, though you don’t stop feeling his bulge grow over his thigh. “sure, i’m the gross one.” YES you are you’re SO PERVERTED FUCK KILL HIM
kisses all over my face first, then they start going down to my neck, and further and further down. Eating my pussy while I'm still sobbing, but slowly forgetting what I'm sad about. After cumming a few times, I'm all glassy-eyed and dazed. Now I just wanna be fucked. :(
omg Jack being stern with his girl when she’s being a brat and when she finally goes all soft he’s like “there’s my girl” 🫠
pls he's so calm through it all but doesn't indulge your little attitude. he'll just watch with a raised brow, all "say that again?" and he lets you get away with more than most people would but eventually you'll cross the line and his tone will change. "hey." and that's all he needs to say before your bottom lip is quivering and you're hiding in his chest, all sniffly and embarrassed. and just as quickly he's back to his warm teasing self, hand on the back of your head scratching at your scalp "there's my girl. you get it all out, honey? hm? do I have my girl back for good?" oh :(
Can’t stop thinking about dada castle with a hypersexual daughter…
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.
“take what you need, baby,” he tells his daughter, running his fingers through her hair while her mouth works his cock. “i’d give you the world if you wanted it.”
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