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20 i love stupid miserable boys that’s it

[adrianchasewife]

Meet the author･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･

About meﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡

⤷20, they/them, you can call me mae, tatted fem bisexual, future paramedic, silly guy :3

reviving my love for writing and embracing my inner freak ₊˚⊹ᰔ

⤷mdni, also bigots. I write smut so beware !! also maybe some weird themes like blood (҂°ロ°)

⤷Requests/thoughts open and appreciated .ᐟao3 story master list

Interests>⩊<

⤷The Pitt, peacemaker, dc in general, the last of us, Gerran Howell/Dennis Whitaker, Vigilante/Adrian Chase/Freddie Stroma, The Boys, soldier boy/Jensen Ackles, Dean Winchester/Supernatural, horror, music, madoka magica, junji ito, tattoos

current favorite songs ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

white ball-miracle musical

beauty is empty-mars argo

tragic girl-weezer

is it really you?-loathe

son of sam-elliot smith

[screamsinmidwest]

i love watching peacemaker s1e3 when i’m having a bad day because i love watching adrian get tortured

[adrianchasewife]

OHHHHHH MYYYY GODD BRO OHMYGOD WET

[adrianchasewife]

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Dennis Whitaker x fem!reader

summary: You accidentally find an inappropriate website on Dennis's laptop. light bondage, gagging, degradation, reader calls Dennis good boy

wc:980

You hadn’t meant to be nosy, maybe Dennis shouldn't have left his laptop open, sitting on the kitchen counter. 

Dennis had been away at work when you came across his computer. You absent mindedly tapped the touch pad, It lit up to a blank google page, and you were about to just close it when you noticed an odd bookmark. It just had three x’s, like a stereotypical x rated website. Surprised to see something even potentially dirty on Dennis's laptop, you clicked on the bookmark. Thumbnails of various porn videos came up, women and men tied up, gagged, bruises and tears. You were about to close out of the tab, just try to get it out of your head when you realised he had been logged into the website, with a saved folder on the side, which of course you had to open. You scrolled a bit and noticed it had been primarily men who were being hurt. It was obviously a bdsm type of thing, the last thing you’d expect from Dennis. Sweet, soft Dennis. 

Dennis fumbled with his keys, fighting sleep for just a little while longer, another exhausting day at the pitt. He stepped into the quiet apartment and slipped his work shoes off, paying no mind to his laptop still sat on the counter. Dennis drug his feet to his room, debating how necessary a shower was, opening the door to find you laying on his bed casually reading. 

“Hey baby.” He mumbled rubbing his eyes. He steps backwards toward his bed and collapses in front of you, arms spread above him, eyes barely open. You push the book away, which slides off the bed and push yourself up. You crawl to Dennis, planting your left hand and left knee on one side of him. He slowly opens his eyes, sleepiness clouding his vision, and he just stares up at you, dilated eyes peering through lashes. A sleepy smile appears on his face, crinkling his shiny eyes. You reach your hands up his arms, softly dragging your nails on his skin which causes Dennis's hips to slightly jerk up. He was always so sensitive to your touch. You wrap your hands around his wrists, pinning them down hard, bringing your pelvis up and angling your back to be pushed up against his dick. His hips buck again as he lets out a small groan. He squints his eyes hard and opens them wide, taking the situation in. Dennis tries to pull his arms down, but you just push down on them harder, bringing more of your weight on to his wrists.

“Stay still denny” 

He opens his mouth to speak but you just lean down and kiss him, kind of shoving your lips into his and kissing him harder than you ever have. Usually the two of you kissed slowly, and gently, taking time to build momentum. As soon as Dennis pushes his lips forward you shove your tongue into his mouth which makes him whimper pathetically. You grind your cunt into his bulge, bribing more whines from his mouth, which you just muffle with your tongue. It doesn't take long for Dennis to grow harder and harder, he was always so hypersensitive, growing hard just from kissing most days. 

You adjust his wrists to be held down with one hand while you take the other and drag it slowly up his body, under his shirt, Dennis’s back jerking up. You shove your free hand down his pants and squeeze his dick hard enough to inflict a bit of pain, and Dennis shudders against your mouth, which you just bite in return, dragging your teeth along his lip. 

You sit up and get off of him momentarily to remove your clothes, coldly ordering him to do the same,

“Take your clothes off, now.”

Dennis immediately obeys, brows furrowed as if he’s intimidated. You remove the belt from your jeans and tell Dennis to give him your hands, a look in his eyes you've never seen before, along with his rock hard dick twitching in his boxers. You tie his wrists with your belt and shove him back down, going right back to grinding into him. Dennis whines and groans freely, louder than he ever has which fills you with adrenaline, but it also gives you an idea. Both you and Dennis's underwear are damp, so you remove yours and tell Dennis to open wide, and when he does with no hesitation you shove your panties into his mouth. You continue to hump on him roughly  and drag your nails down his body, leaving red marks and muffled whimpers. 

“I saw what you had hiding in your computer baby, well, not really hiding. What kind of idiot bookmarks a porn website?" 

You slow your hips, just barely moving them a top of his rigid cock, Dennis whining and bucking his hips up. 

“Who knew my boyfriend was such a freak, I mean that stuff was a lot.” You let out a mocking laugh. Dennis’s body jerks, sudden lack of stimulation making him tremble. Any attempt to hide how much this all turned him on was lost, denis having completely given in to you. 

“Be honest baby, do you want me to use you? Do whatever I want with you, like you're nothing but a toy?” 

Dennis just whines incoherently into the underwear in his mouth, drooling a little, still desperately nudging himself against you.You grab hold of his jaw, forcing him to look at you and answer,

“I need you to nod, Denny. Do you want me to use you, right now?” 

And of course, Dennis nods his head, messy and damp with sweat hair falling around. 

“Good boy, letting me do whatever I want to you. Maybe I still would, even if you said no. It’s not like I’d believe you if you tried, all that shit on your laptop.”

[anklbiter]

dom dean here!

ꜱᴜʙ!ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ who may seem confident and cocky in public, turns to a mess beneath you when you sit on his face, cunt soaked with arousal and his own saliva. he whimpers as he laps at your pussy desperately, fingers leaving imprints in the soft flesh of your thighs with how tight he was gripping you, teary green eyes fixated on your face as you degrade him and use his face like a fuck toy, your hands almost pulling strands out with how hard you tug at it.

ꜱᴜʙ!ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ who will have you sit on his lap, back snug against his chest, as he snaps his hips into your ass, his arms wrapped tight around your waist and his face fitted in the crook of your neck. there’s a large dark stain where the tip of his cock is tented against the fabric of his boxers, sure to crust after he was done chasing his third orgasm without even being inside of your tight cunt yet.

ꜱᴜʙ!ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ who can’t remember his own name as you ride him with purpose, hands tied to the bedposts with handcuffs, your panties stuffed in his mouth to deafen his pathetic whines (although wasn’t succeeding very well) and toes curling into the bedsheets. he had fucked you stupid plenty of times, always mocking you and smirking, but now, with your hands around his throat and belittling words being spat at him, he knew exactly how you felt. and, god, if he didn’t love it.

ꜱᴜʙ!ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ who will sit on his knees and rut his leaking cock against your foot when you walk through the door, fingers clawing desperately at your jeans as if trying to tear them apart. he would never even think about taking them off himself without your permission, knowing he’d be in big trouble if he did. his drool would leave a damp stain on your jeans, needy whimpers of your name and pants rolling off his tongue with each grind of his hips. if he had a tail, it most definitely would be thumping against the floor erratically.

ꜱᴜʙ!ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ who just wants to be your good little boy and listen to your every word. if you tell him to strip, he’s standing with nothing on but pre-cum smeared on his cock. if you tell him to get on his knees, he’s digging his knees into the carpet and looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. if you call his name, he’s already beside you, eyes fixed on you as he awaited your next command.

ꜱᴜʙ!ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ who is just an attention whore in the body of a sexy man trying to seem cool.

[adrianchasewife]

oh my god. i need switch!dean in my bed yesterday.

[dollislvt]

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. im just imagining me sucking him off

[adrianchasewife]

im in this gif they just cut me out </3. hey guys I'm actually there someone edited and cropped the bottom :( Im literally sucking him off crazy style here you just cant see.

[dollislvt]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ i need this man in a very inappropriate way

[adrianchasewife]

Hi Mae! Coming in to request Whitaker x reader! She was off the last year on a doctor’s without border’s trip and her first shift back as a doctor she comes in doing cpr on a patient that coded in the ambulance bay? Also everyone has a nickname so can hers be Siren? Cause she’s a baddie

Dennis Whitaker x Reader₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎⋆˙♡

holy shit I'm so sorry this took almost a month. I've had terrible writers block. Imma try to get back into the groove, and maybe make a part two cus this was cutie.

Summary: simple fluff, meet-cute I think? <3 kinda shy Dennis whitaker, Santos langdon robby and Dana appearance. not proofread!! I'm sorry.

wc: 1.2k

After being away from the pitt for a year, you were nervous to return, which you would never admit. You had already envisioned yourself walking in there like it was any other day, like you had never left. Same confidence, same understanding of the space. But as you walked into the department, you stuttered, fidgeting with your hands and avoiding eye contact. You stood in front of your locker trying to build the courage to just go in there, nothing to worry about. No one forgot who you were, you would all still get along, it would be a good day. You take a deep breath and close your locker, freezing for a second before pushing yourself backwards to just go for it, unfortunately colliding your entire back with someone. 

“Woah, careful…Shit, hey Siren I didn’t even realise that was you.” You turn to see Dana, grabbing your shoulder to steady you, giving her usual big smile. 

“Hi Dana, sorry about that.” You awkwardly laugh. Never in your life have you felt awkward around dana, even on your first day you basically followed her around, eventually giving her the nickname ‘mama bear’ which everyone came to use. She was a welcoming presence for everyone in the pitt, but today you just felt so out of place. 

“Nervous to be back?” Dana asks, guiding you out the doors, throwing you into action. You mumble some kind of response, taking in the busy emergency room. There are familiar faces, but also some new ones. You see Robby talking with Abbot at the nurses station, and decided in that moment to ‘lock in’. Robby was someone you looked up to, and you didn’t want him seeing you nervous. You also knew he’d hover the rest of the day, something he did if he noticed anything slightly off about you. 

Robby and Abbot gave you a warm welcome, Abbot giving you a side hug before heading home, and then Robby had you follow him to a trauma room. Robby always threw you onto difficult cases, so when you walked into the trauma room that was filled with doctors and nurses, all surrounding the one patient you weren’t all that surprised, just ready to get right into it. 

Things seem to fall together just right, your presence fitting just how it always did. The situation seemed to ease a bit once you got in there. 

You stand in front of the board, taking all the names and complaints in. As you try to decide between taking an easy or difficult case, Dana calls you over, 

“Siren, we have an anaphylaxis en route, can you get outside and wait for that ambulance?” 

Walking backwards towards the doors to the ambulance bay, you call out to dana, 

“We know anything else?” 

“Nope.” She tells you, shrugging her shoulders. 

You get outside, appreciating the nice weather and hope it's a simple case. Surely they've administered Epi, and there wasn’t much else that needed done here. But with a lack of information you had to be prepared for whatever they had. 

Sure enough, the patient was unstable the whole trip to the Pitt, and so you helped rush them into a trauma room, counting out compressions as you went. A couple nurses and other doctors followed you and the paramedics into the room, getting information from said paramedics before they left. You hand off compressions to the doctor next to you, a new, soft face. You hold your eyes for just a moment, making sure this new person had it under control, but he took over immediately, focusing on cpr. 

Robby comes into the room, asking you for the run down. You take a step back, expecting him to take over the oxygenation, but he just nods at you and backs away, leaving it all to you. You figured as much from Robby, he always pushed you forward. You had no choice but to intubate the patient, which the doctor you didn’t recognise stepped in immediately to help. 

Thankfully everything went smoothly, and as you headed out of the trauma room your eyes seemed to follow the new doctor, the one with curly hair and soft eyes. You debated approaching him, but decided it would be better to give it some time. You make your way to the nurses station, hoping to catch Dana. Caught up in your thoughts when you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

“Hey uh, good work in there.” The new face says, tapping his knuckles with unsteady eye contact.

“Oh, thanks, you did great too.” Your voice seems to trail off, train of thought leaving you. This wasn’t normal, not for you. You had never been the person to be awkward with a man, you seemed to have an endless supply of confidence, at least on the outside. It was why the department had given you the nickname Siren. You were put together, poised, even something about your voice and eyes seemed to fit into the nickname, according to your coworkers. It was a flattering nickname, so of course you went along with it, even though inside you didn’t feel anything like that. But unfortunately the version of you people typically perceived faltered with this new guy. 

“Thank you..I’m Dennis by the way, Whitaker, uh Dennis Whitaker.” He smiled, his unfortunate stuttering making you ease up, you weren't the only one being weirdly awkward. You tell him your actual name, mention how you’ve worked here awhile but it's your first day back after a year away helping with doctors without borders. 

You ease into a conversation, learning about how long dennis has worked at the pitt, when Langdon passes by,

“Good job with that intubation, siren!” 

“You’re so kind, er ken!” You yell back, familiarity washing over, you had missed the back and forth with everybody. 

“Hey, why does everyone call you siren?” Dennis asks, voice lowering so just you hear, not wanting to expose how out of the loop he really is. 

“Oh, uh it’s just my nickname around here, we’ve all kind of given them to each other.” You’ve never really had to explain the name, everyone just kinda got it. You weren’t particularly keen on explaining why people said it. 

“Because…You like to swim?” 

“What? No, it’s just, it’s stupid…” You feel your face getting hot, suddenly hating everyone for giving you such a vain nickname. 

“What’s it mean then?” There was sincerity in Dennis's eyes, he wasn't trying to mock you, he genuinely didn’t get it, and wanted let in. He brought his face in closer, which tuned out the rest of the er, just so you were more comfortable letting him in on this stupid inside joke, an inside joke that you never thought too much into. 

“It’s just like, I’m usually really confident, that kinda thing.” 

“Oh, it’s cause you're pretty.” Dennis blurts out, more focused on the fact he figured it out then on what he just said, out loud. 

“Woah there, huckleberry, professional setting?” Santos says, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, giving Dennis a (kinda) friendly punch in the shoulder. 

“What? No, I was just-” 

“I don't care, can you go help Ogilvie in south 18?” Santos yells to Dennis, disappearing into another room. 

  “Huckleberry?” 

“What?” 

“Did she just call you ‘huckleberry’? You say, biting back a laugh as Dennis's face gets even more red.

“N-no!” He says, eyes darting around, praying the situation doesn't escalate further, the rest of the er catching him so embarrassed. 

“She definitely did!” You say, covering your mouth to not giggle in his poor face. 

“Ok, please stop, please,” He says, laughing into you as he tries to shush you, leaning in to whisper, ‘stop ohmygod’ which just makes you laugh harder. 

  “Can you two please get to work?” Robby appears, arms crossed as he tries to look intimidating.

[adrianchasewife]

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soldier boy x fem!reader

Summary: just some smut with Soldier Boy my beloved. gun play hehe. I'm so down bad for him its insane. That's daddy I fear. I'm on my knees.

wc: 800

A tense conversation with Soldier Boy had you backed up into the counter, his tall strong build hovering over you, his dark eyes boring into you. He made you so nervous, not just because he was dangerous, strong and deadly, but because every bit of him made your insides whimper, to his sharp jawline to his muscles pushing out of his suit. You bit your lip, nervously staring up at him, a smug smile plastered on his face. He was impossible to read, you knew he could easily kill you, snap your neck or do his weird chest thing, but in a sick way the fear turned you on further. Being strangled to death by Soldier Boy wasn’t a bad way to go out, especially in this world. There was barely a few inches of space between you two, his body heat touching you, making you squirm. His hand rested on top of his gun that sat at his side, a powerful clean pistol he always kept with him. He brings his other hand up, trailing his knuckles up your body to your face, where he moves hair away from your eyes. Due to how he towers over you, your neck cranes up to meet his eyes, as he hangs his head low, strands of hair falling over his eyes. Soldier boy grabs at you, lifting you up onto the counter bringing you closer to his level. Your breath hitches as he does this, surprise and a bit of fear overwhelming you from his arms moving you at their will. Soldier Boy puts a hand to your jaw and brings you into him, kissing you softer than you would expect from him. Excitement builds low in your gut and you lift your hands up to his face, touching his soft facial hair. Suddenly you feel something pushing into you, and you break away from his lips to see him holding his gun right up against your abdomen, finger resting far from the trigger. You pull back, but Soldier Boy leads his hands through your hair, gently bringing you back in, shushing you.

“ Shh-shh, don’t worry, I won't hurt you doll.” 

He rests his thumb under your jaw, gently pressing against your carotid artery and trails the barrel of his gun along your body. Excitement and heat course through your body, blood and pressure pulsing to your brain and cunt. The gun is led farther and farther, till he gets to your thighs. He uses the gun to nudge them apart and steps closer so your knees are at his sides, unable to close. He drags the gun back up your thighs, right in front of your pussy, and just barely grazes the crotch of your pants with the gun, sending tingles up your body, your back jerking up. You reach for his face and try to bring his lips to yours but he brings the gun up to your chin, raising an eyebrow, coaxing you to keep your hands to your side, frozen until he gives permission to move them. You sit still, back arched and chest moving up and down with deep breaths, Soldier boy teasing your body with his gun. He traces up and down your thighs, drags it almost painfully slow across your cunt just to lead it back up your body, up to your jaw. He shoves your head up, eyes on the ceiling, the barrel of the gun right against your throat. He takes his other hand and tugs at his tactical belt, abandoning it on the ground to then yank down his pants, hard cock popping out with a smudge of precum glazing the tip. He hooks a finger through one of the belt loops of your pants and yanks you closer, bodies touching. With his gun still pressed up to your jaw he grabs at the button of your jeans, unzipping them, snapping the hem of your panties against your skin. He pulls his gun back and your eyes fall back down, gazing at his throbbing crotch until he tilts your head back up, eyes on him. He puts his gun up to your lips, parting them until you open your jaw. Then he pushes the barrel slowly into your mouth, gun metal dust on your tongue. He plunges the shaft of the gun farther, till it pokes the back of your throat. You dance your tongue around it, dramatically mimicking what you wanted to do to Soldier Boy. He drags the gun away, a string of spit pulling away with it. He sets the gun on the counter, bringing one hand to your chest as the other rubs himself. You slowly close the distance, kissing him, mouth still tasting of metal, tongue craving his skin. Soldier boy leads his hand down your body, dipping it behind your underwear, fingers feeling you up.

[adrianchasewife]

soldier boy come home. preferably naked and oiled up.

[adrianchasewife]

i've been so inactive and slacking oh my god SORRY I've had no motivation,.....,., and I cant stop thinking about Jensen Ackles/soldier boy/dean Winchester. holy moly I need that man. imma try to get back into da groove I got two fics cooking up and then I wanna do something with my new obsession. idek. I'm sorry. I'm working on an ask but I'm stupid. that's all.

[margottenenbaum222]

how he looks at you when your sucking his dick

[adrianchasewife]

could we get a part 2 for ‚Dbf!Jack Abbot x fem!reader☆ ˎˊ˗‘? it was crazy good!

Dbf!Jack Abbot x fem!reader⋆˙✮⋆˙

part 2 :)

Summary:A simple late night drive with jack. Smut btw!!

Sorry this took forever the past like week has zoomed by idk what happened. Also sorry if this sucks as well </3

Wc: 1.2k

You had waited until after Jack had gone home, plus a few hours to respond back to his text (your text). Worst case scenario, he tells you off, maybe blocks you, maybe even tells robby and things are super awkward. But, maybe he's cool with it. Maybe you can bother him enough that he eventually asks you out. Even if he wasn't the dating type anymore, surely he hasn’t sworn off sex. He wasn’t that old. What you were doing, plotting, was a bit much, but in all honesty you were sick of doing nothing. You spent an embarrassing amount of time in your life day dreaming about love and men, wishing something would just work out. Well into college and you’ve learned you just have to go for it, so you did. And it was working. 

You could tell Jack was a tad shy at first. He took forever to respond, busy with long shifts and older men weren’t on their phones much as it is. But you kept at it, trying to get to know him, make him laugh. You were patient and it had paid off. 

Your mom and Robby had finally found the time for a date night, going out an hour away, not to return until late. You had taken this perfect opportunity to finally meet up with Jack. It had taken convincing, lots of flirting, but it was finally happening. Jack pulled into your driveway in his truck, you pacing by the door waiting for him to show up. You pulled open the door, almost skipping to his car with glee, in another summer dress. You had learned Jack liked when you wore those dresses, liked when you were excited and giddy, liked when you tried to pry him out of his shell. 

“Hey kid.” He said, turning his body to back out, arm reaching out to your head rest as he turned the wheel. It was a simple maneuver, but it made you nibble on your lips, staring at his bicep extended behind you. All the two of you had planned was to get ice cream. Of course, you secretly hoped ice cream would turn into something else, but you were willing to take what you could get. 

Jack had pulled up to one of those ice cream shops with a drive through, an unspoken decision that you two shouldn't just be out and about with each other. You made Jack order for you, a sundae with almost every topping, while Jack just got a vanilla cone. 

“That's so boring, why would you get plain vanilla? There were so many flavors!" You teased.

“Vanilla is good. It’s classic. And there were too many options.” He said after little licks, eyes darting from you to the road, particularly your mouth. 

“Oh, did they overwhelm you, old man?” You leaned into him, admiring how his eyebrows furrowed, eyes crinkling. It felt kind of surreal, being all alone with Jack in his truck, driving aimlessly at night. You could almost see yourself from outside of your body, impressed you made this happen. A late night drive with such an older guy, a hot older guy. Caught up in your thoughts you accidentally laugh to yourself, cutting off the comfortable silence. Jack looks to you with a confused smile. 

“Whats so funny over there?” His soft voice seemed to hypnotize you, almost forgetting he was asking you a question. 

“Nothing. Mind your business, Jack.” You continued to tease each other for a while, Jack eventually opting to park his car by a small lake. You licked up melted ice cream as you watched the lake sparkle under the moon, mind caught up in hundreds of different thoughts. 

You’re pulled out of a dream-like state from Jack whipping ice cream off your chin, creamy white drop falling from your mouth, Jack bringing his thumb to his own mouth and licking it up. He’s got an innocent look plastered on his face, which falls when he sees you watching him with wide eyes. The feeling of his thumb against your face stays, leaving a kind of tingle. Every thought that had been wrestling through your mind fell away, breath hitching as you looked at Jack. Mind still empty you feel your thighs lifting, right leg pulling itself toward jack, toward his lap. Your legs spread around him as you straddle him, hands resting on his broad tense shoulders before you even fully realise what you’re doing. You internally panic, jaw agape trying to muster up an apology or explanation, body stiff, until Jack gently pulls you into him by your waist, bringing you to his lips. Your brain and body seem to disconnect from each other, you lean into Jack and run fingers through his curly grey hair, while trying to figure out if you're dreaming or if this is real life. It takes a long time before you mentally calibrate with your body, and when you finally do you snap to reality, where Jack is holding your ass, telling you to get in the back. And it all clicks together, so you get up and make your way to the back seat of his truck, which is rather cramped. As soon as Jack gets into the back himself, you're shoving yourself into him, feeling his toned body through his shirt, him hiking your dress up your thighs slowly. 

Jack was kind enough to give you a moment to breathe after he put it in, but with every tiny movement you inhaled sharply, almost overwhelmed with the feeling of him inside you. But even after going slow, you still jerked and gasped, grabbing Jack's arm and the seat under you, Jack decided it would be better to just go for it, so he quickly picked up speed. Your back arched almost unnaturally, high pitched moan escaping your lips. You pull Jack down into you, needing soft comfort to guide you through the almost unbelievable feeling, which was a tad painful at first but also mind numbingly good. You try to groan out something along the lines of ‘more’ or maybe ‘harder’ but it comes out strangled, your nails digging into Jack's freckled back, dragging red lines down as he pulls back and roughly shoves back into your hips. He digs his soft yet calloused hands into you, having to hold you down to keep a steady pace, your hips bucking up and down spastically. You felt an orgasm building deep in you, breathing in as much air as you can, lungs seeming not to fill. Jack buries his face into your neck, grunts vibrating your collar bone. His thrusts get shakier and sporadic, and you almost stop him when you remember a conversation you had a few days ago, one where he cleverly slipped in the fact he had gotten a vasectomy. With nothing to worry about you bring your legs higher up his body around his waist, slamming him into you through his orgasm. Jack brings a shaky hand down to you, thumb pressing into your clit which he rubs until you have to hold back embarrassingly loud moans, nails still scraping against his back. He holds onto you, catching his breath against your chest as you come down, eyes squeezed shut, easing hands off jacks back. The two of you lay, twisted together and sweaty in the back seat of his truck, slowing your breathing down to be calm, matching each other.

[plant-castle]

Isn't it funny how two of my favourite characters from different shows have the same initials. How they both kind of have queer vibes. Idunno. Just wanted to point that out.

D.W.

Allso they both have really pretty eyes

[novakstogive]

[adrianchasewife]

i got multiple fics to work on but i can’t stop thinking about dean winchester. just started supernatural (finally) and im so obsessed with him. he’s so sexy hot boyfriend i wanna eat him up. also soldier boy. jesus christ jensen ackles beat me

[adrianchasewife]

Whining˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

little something for vigilante. i've got another fic for him but i've been slacking so hard. I love him he started it all for me. (Tumblr and smut)

wc: 300~

pain and crying kink, reader loves Adrian being tied up and hurt and crying !

Adrian Chase x Reader

Something you could never get out of your head was the sight of Adrian tied up, bloodied and sweaty in that butterfly's basement. It was stuck in your head like glue, you wish you’d taken a picture of him, tied up and helpless, eyes sad. The situation had given you a realization, you really liked the thought of Adrian being tied up. The day after he whined about how he had been hurt, how Chris did nothing about him being tortured. You comforted him, pretending you were sad with him when in reality you were hoping he’d start crying. 

The thoughts got worse when he got particularly beaten up on a mission, you were left alone with him to clean him up. Adrian was reckless, so he always managed to get hurt, and while it was messed up, you were glad it was that way. You looked forward to getting back and taking out the first aid kit. Your favorite part was sanitizing his wounds with alcohol, Adrian whincing and whining from the sting, jerking away from your hand. Sometimes you would hold his face in your hand, pressing cloth to wherever his face was bleeding. For some reason, Adrian was like a tank in combat, you’d seen him get shot, stabbed, punched in the gut and he took it like it was nothing. But once he was sat down in front of you, mask off, it's like he was vulnerable, whining about how he didn’t need stitches, or his stab wound didn’t need to be cleaned that much.

The first time you made out you couldn't help but nibble on his lip, softly at first which made him moan softly. You quickly found he was quite noisy, even just from kissing, so you adopted the habit of teasing him, trying to coax out as much noise from him. Whether it was whines of pleasure or pain, you wanted him crying in your ears.

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Dean Winchester SUPERNATURAL — 1.02 "Wendigo"

[adrianchasewife]

deadass drooling rn I need to be choking and gagging on him till I pass out from lack of oxygen and he slaps me back to consciousness.