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pretendfan · 2 years

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{Wake Up Call}

(A/N In my defence, look at him your honour👀plus I’m horny ok there is no law against that, right…right?! I don’t know what this is, my apologies but enjoy😉see I can write short and to the point lol)

(Pairing)

Adrian Chase x Female reader

(One line summary)

Adrian loves it when you stay over for the night, especially when he can wake you up in his own special way…

(Words)

1,183

(Warnings)

18+ ONLY, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), sleepy morning sex, established relationship, consent is a given they love each other, adrian chase is a babe, female pronouns used

18+ ONLY

Adrian loved waking up beside you whenever you stayed round his place, seeing you curled up beside him your back arched against his chest there was no better place to be.

Especially when your ass was curved against his groin which meant he woke up aroused, hell he did that most mornings regardless but it was a lot more fun if you were here too.

Adrian feels his hard cock bounce against the crease of your behind which instinctively makes his hips jerk against you whilst a quiet moan falls from his lips.

Snaking an arm around your middle he places his right hand flat against your stomach, nuzzling his face into your warm neck which causes you to sigh in your sleep, as a smile spreads across his face.

Lazily spreading soft kisses down your neck Adrian pulls you closer towards him, sighing from the friction your underwear is giving his cock which was happily nestled between your ass cheeks.

Sliding his right hand lower Adrian skates his fingertips over your cotton underwear, following the curve of your pussy until he feels damp fabric which makes his cock throb incessantly.

Tracing two fingers slowly down your folds Adrian has to stop himself from groaning into your neck, as he continues to tease you at a leisurely pace.

Feeling you arch your back against his chest Adrian’s fingers increase in speed, then when he hears you moan softly his breath hitches as he rubs himself against the curve of your ass.

Hearing you gasp nearly ends him as he roughly moves your underwear to one side, sliding a finger into your soaked pussy as his lips send kisses down your bare shoulder.

Slowly waking up from a good dream, your eyes widen as you feel your boyfriend’s body pressed right you against you, his fingers doing something filthy which makes you gasp in delight.

“Morning sexy.” Adrian whispers in your ear which makes you sigh back happily.

“Mmm, what a wake up call.” You groan back wiggling your ass against Adrian’s hard cock which makes you bite your bottom lip.

Turning to face Adrian he grins down smugly at you as he glides another finger deep inside you, which makes you lean forward to kiss him hard your head falling back as he increases the speed.

“How’s that?” Adrian asks with that sexy grin still plastered across his face as he relentlessly drives two fingers inside you.

“Too good, I’m gonna-“

You cry out as Adrian removes his fingers from your pussy sinking his fingers into his mouth as he sucks them clean, groaning as he tastes how sweet you are he needed to eat you out.

Moving from beside you Adrian sits up on his knees than crawls over you until he is sitting in between your legs, hands clasping your hips hard as he pulls you closer to him.

“Need you to taste you again.” Adrian sighs grabbing at your underwear he roughly pulls them down as you lift up your hips and moments later he throws them behind his head.

Placing an arm across your stomach and another on one of your thighs Adrian opens his mouth wide and devours you, his tongue spreading your folds as he sinks it flat licking upwards to taste your juices on his tongue.

Instantly your hands grab at Adrian’s hair as he continues to fuck you with your tongue, causing you to groan deeply now fully wide awake feeling the first eruptions of pleasure starting low in your stomach.

Adrian moves his mouth to gently suck on your clit which causes you to arch your back up from the mattress but he pushes you down again trying to keep you still as you wriggle against him.

“You taste so fucking good!” Adrian cries lifting his head up to see your blissed out face that scrunches up when he uses two fingers to coax an orgasm from you.

“Harder!” You cry out as Adrian replaces his mouth on your clit sucking softly barely adding much pressure, which causes you to buck into his face.

“Cum for me, that’s a good girl.” Adrian moans into your pussy as he watches you come undone, green eyes pinning you to the bed as he felt your pussy muscles clench against his fingers.

“Fuck!” You sigh closing your eyes a sexy smile on your face, Adrian sure knew how to be a good alarm clock.

Adrian watches you in awe then drops his head to lick a strip over your pussy lips which causes your thighs to press together trying to push his face away from your overstimulated clit.

“Too much!” You tell Adrian who pulls a pouty face but seconds later he sits up then lays back down next to you in bed.

You turn and notice Adrian’s hard cock, following your gaze he smirks then pulls you on top of him as his grin transforms into a soft smile.

“Hi.” He smiles up at you as you glance down noticing not for the first time how beautiful your boyfriend was.

“Hi.” You grin back shyly then sigh when you feel Adrian rub the tip of his cock against your clit, then moving you closer he fills you up which makes you cry out.

“You feel so good, taking me so fucking well.” Adrian groans as he starts to rock slowly up into you as you wrap your hands around the back of his neck pulling him closer to you.

“I’m all yours.” You tell Adrian as he drops a kiss to the side of your lips then embraces you fully whilst he rocks a gently rhythm that has a teasing heat spreading up from your lower back.

Sleepy morning sex was your absolute favourite, Adrian knew this so he abstains from the need to thrust into you harder wanting you to cum on his cock, so he behaves and continues to glide slowly into your welcoming pussy.

You fitted so well around him that Adrian just knew you were made for each other, for this simple purpose to bring you pleasure and of course love.

Hearing your breathing quicken at the same time that your pussy throbs around his cock, Adrian cannot help but snap his hips into you faster hearing a low moan fall from your gorgeous lips.

“I’m close-“

You cry out as your orgasm sends you free falling causing you to shudder and sigh into Adrian’s open mouth as he thrusts once more and then joins you over the edge, whining as he sees you watching his face contort.

“That is my favourite thing-“

“I know, t-that’s why I did it I love you so much.” Adrian tells you breathlessly but it’s chased with a cute smile that makes you blush.

“I love you to.” You tell him sitting up to kiss him as he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer towards his chest where you bury your head.

What a way to start the day…

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jeysbvck · 2 years

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A Drabble you say, ok, hmmm. A sweet morning waking up beside Adrian, and/or a lazy breakfast with Adrian

thank you april, it's pretty short, but very sweet, i hope you enjoy!<3

word count: 834 ****

The smell of bacon and pancakes wafted through the apartment, rustling you from your deep slumber. You stretched and yawned, and when you opened your eyes, you were alone in the bed. Of course, who else would be making breakfast at 8am?

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and padded to the open bedroom door. "Adrian?" You called out for your boyfriend and as you did, you heard a clattering coming from the kitchen.

"No! Get back in bed right now!" Adrian shouted. You chuckled and shook your head, but you didn't need to be told twice, and you turned on your heels and climbed right back into bed.

30 minutes later, Adrian made his way into the bedroom in a tight, grey t-shirt and a pair of black boxers, with a tray in his hands. He ambled, the glasses of orange juice rattling on the tray, looking like they were about to spill over any second, Adrian's tongue peeking out through his lips as he concentrated on not dropping anything. You felt so full, of love, of happiness, it was seeping out of every pore in your body, and when Adrian placed the tray on your lap, you grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and pulled him to your lips.

He reciprocated immediately, never one to pass up the chance to touch you. If he could, he'd never stop touching you, which was a weird feeling for Adrian, but one he welcomed. He knew he loved you, and would gladly tear the world apart if you needed him to. His tongue slipped between your lips, and you moaned, the breakfast on your lap almost forgotten. That was until Adrian pulled away, and he grinned down at you and wagged his finger.

"Breakfast first." He said, tapping your nose with his finger gently. "I worked really hard on it." He added, with a pout.

"Okay fine." You replied, and Adrian giggled as he dove over your legs and back under the covers next to you. He sat quietly as he watched you playfully inspect the breakfast he’d made like you were a judge on a reality cooking show.

Honestly, everything looked great, you were almost suspicious someone else had made it. Not because Adrian couldn’t cook, but because he usually got distracted, and usually ended up burning something. But not today. The scrambled eggs and bacon were just the way you liked them, the pancakes were golden brown and fluffy, and the toast was perfect too. You turned to Adrian, he looked almost nervous, and instead of messing with him, you smiled at him.

“Adrian, this looks great.”

He beamed at you, his cheeks flushing pink. “Really?”

“Yes, really!” You replied, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Honestly, I’m not convinced you made it.” You stuck your tongue out and he laughed, loudly.

“Wait till you see the kitchen, you’ll see I definitely made it.”

“You haven’t cleaned up?” You asked, and he shrugged, pouting again.

“I’m hungry! I worked really hard.” He whined.

"Oh, did you make something for yourself?" You asked, making Adrian's eyes widen again. You suppressed the urge to laugh as you watched the cogs in Adrian's brain turn, trying to find a way to tell you that he had actually made breakfast for both of you.

You knew he had, there was no way this much food was for just you, but you couldn't help but tease him. But then Adrian grinned, and he took a piece of bacon from the plate, working out, from the smirk you couldn't hide, that you were messing with him.

You both ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the television as the Saturday morning cartoons played out. You were so content with your life; it didn't matter that Adrian was working for a shady section of the government, it didn't matter that he was Vigilante because every day he made sure he came home to you. And when he did come home, he did everything he could to show you he loved you. From breakfast in bed to running you a bath. From slow dancing around the apartment to rough sex, slamming into the walls as you found somewhere, anywhere, to fuck.

“Hey, Adrian?”

“Mmm?” He replied, his mouth full of food.

“You know I love you, right? Like, more than anything?”

Adrian swallowed the food and removed the tray from your lap. He then straddled you and grabbed your head in his hands, staring right into your eyes. “I know you love me, you show me every single day that you love me, and I love you. It’s you and me forever, right?”

You grinned, and you clasped your hands on his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. It was soft and sweet, everything that this moment was. You were the luckiest person in the world, and you knew it. You pulled your lips from Adrians, if only slightly and smiled,

“You and me. Forever.”

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modern-vellichor · 2 years

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um hi *waves from behind a trashcan* you're so so so good at writing angst, just like omg. I was wondering if you might be willing to write something with Adrian finding out that *Reader* is getting abused by [his or her] partner, and how he would handle it. whether adrian has a thing for reader or not is up to you <3

-warnings; violence (domestic, canon), language -a/n; a gift, for you. short but yummy.

You have no idea how Adrian found out. It was totally normal for you to show up at work covered in bruises, especially considering what kind of work you did. But Adrian always noticed. He noticed everything you did. The bruises were always a little too often, a little too fresh. You were always a little too distant and a little too jumpy. So he followed you, of course he did.

He camped outside your apartment window, watching. He saw everything. And you looked so tired. So, so tired. You looked totally and utterly defeated. Adrian knew you as a warrior, a fighter, a total badass. And he watched as your shoulders slumped and you just accepted your fate. He watched as he bloodied your nose, screamed obscenities at you. You took it. You didn't even try and fight.

The next evening you were lying in bed, pretending to be asleep. You were avoiding conversation. Your boyfriend was still awake, sitting on his phone. You heard something fall to the ground and smash. You hoped it wasn't your favourite vase. You felt the bed move as your boyfriend got up to check the apartment, just in case. You waited for him to come back. And you waited, and you waited.

And he never came back.

Eventually you swung your legs off the edge of the bedroom and wandered down the hall. You tiptoed through the house, calling out quietly. You turned the corner into the living room. He was lying on the floor, cold and unmoving.

"you didn't deserve what he did to you."

You jumped at the sound of the voice. You turned around, poised to attack. It was Adrian. Not Vigilante, just plain old Adrian in his jeans and his glasses. He was opening his arms. When you didn't move, he pulled you into him.

"he deserved what he got," he mumbled into your hair. "Let me take you home. let someone else find him."

You nodded and Adrian pulled you towards your front door. He kept you tucked against his chest as he dragged you into the elevator. Eventually, you brought your arms up to wrap around his waist. Adrian smiled against your forehead.

He'll treat you so much better than that bastard ever did.

#adrian chase x you #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x y/n #adrian chase x gender neutral reader #adrian chase fluff #adrian chase fanfiction #adrian chase fic #adrian chase drabble #adrian chase x female reader

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ichorai · 1 year

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dinner & diatribes ; adrian chase. (m)

track eleven of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; adrian chase x gn!reader

synopsis ; the two of you only brought the worst out of each other, but you just couldn’t stay away.

words ; 1.8k

themes ; comedy, mild smut (?)

warnings / includes ; arguing, lots of swearing, they fuck against a desk but it's not too graphic and pretty glossed over, reader punches adrian and breaks his nose, chris is the embodiment of e_e

main masterlist.

“I had him!” you snarled, striding up to Adrian until the two of you were practically nose-to-nose. He had ripped his mask off earlier, seeing no point in keeping it on when everybody on the team was already very well aware of his not-so-secret secret identity. “He was the only shot we had at getting information and you just fucking—Argh! You ruined everything, you dumb fucking piece of motherfucking—!”

Raising his hands in a condescendingly placating manner, Adrian retorted, “Woah! Watch it, potty mouth!”

Frustration crawled through your skin and wove beneath your muscles, nestling within your bones. “God, I hate you. This was my mission. You had no right interfering—!”

“Well, excuse me, first of all, this was our mission. Second, I’m sorry for saving your ass!” he interrupted. “If it hadn’t been for me, you would be out there, bleeding out of multiple gunshot wounds, thinking to yourself, ‘Oh, I wish Vigilante was here to come rescue me! He’s so handsome and I wish I could have sex with him just one more time and tell him how sorry I am for being a dick and ignoring him and pretending like it had never fucking happened!’”

You clenched your jaw, eye twitching. Sure, the two of you had slept together once—it was the heat of the moment and the adrenaline after a bloody fight, really—sodden clothes were hastily torn away or pulled to the side, bleeding lips were roughly slanted against each other, and he had fucked you on top of Chris’ messy desk with wild abandon. So fucking what?

“I was more than capable of handling the situation on my own.”

“Oh, were you, really?” Adrian rolled his eyes. “Don’t kid yourself. Honestly, sometimes it feels like you wouldn’t even care if you died—!”

With a growl rumbling within your throat, you wound your arm back, clenched your hand into a tight fist, and struck Adrian squarely in the face. A bilious crack echoed throughout the dingy room. He reared backwards, clutching his most-likely broken nose, groaning loudly.

You were well aware of the fact that the rest of the team was awkwardly watching the two of you hash it out. Tentative, Adebayo started saying, “Guys, I think we—”

“No!” you cut her off. “Fuck you, Adrian.”

With that, you stormed out of the room, ripping off the rest of your tactical gear along the way and cold fury wrapping its dark hands around your neck.

“Fuck,” Adrian said, all stuffy from his bleeding nose. “That made me so hard.”

Chris smacked him on the back of his head, which made him squawk with pain.

“I don’t know, man,” said Chris, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on scribbling a dove of peace on another one of his weapons that Harcourt hadn’t bothered emblazing, despite his repeated insistence. “Maybe you should apologize to Y/N. They seemed really pissed.”

Blowing a raspberry, Adrian waved his most best friend’s advice away. “Pfft—no, if anything, they should be the one apologizing to me. Did you see how my nose was all bloody and crooked?”

Chris momentarily turned his attention away from the crude drawing of the dove of peace (which, unsurprisingly, looked like a ghost), and scowled at the spectacled, borderline psychotic man-child across from him. “Jeez, stop overreacting. Harcourt set your nose back right after, don’t be such a baby.”

“But it hurt!” Adrian whined. “You know that a person’s sense of smell is probably, like, the most important sense out of all the senses?”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“Uh huh—scented candle businesses would go bankrupt if none of us could smell!”

Narrowing his eyes, Chris replied, “Yeah, but how the fuck would that make it the most important—ugh, you know what? Just go apologize to them. We have another mission tomorrow morning and I don’t want their panties in a twist because of you.”

Adrian chortled. “Heh, wouldn’t be the first time I twisted their pa—” At Chris’ sharp glare, he immediately cut himself short. “Fine! I’ll go, I’ll go. If I die, please play an episode of Friends at my funeral—specifically the episode where they hire Danny Devito as a stripper. I really liked that episode. I liked it a lot. You got that?”

“Yeah, Danny Devito, stripper, funeral, got it!” retorted Chris, clearly not listening anymore as he waved Adrian away.

Squaring his shoulders, Adrian marched away from his trusted friend and headed to the room down the hall, pushing the door open and peeking his head through. He saw you buried behind a pile of paperwork on your desk, muttering incoherently beneath your breath.

When you noticed him come in, he pursed his lips and waved awkwardly, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey,” he called out from the other side of the room, a bit too loudly. You winced at his volume, and he moved closer before parroting himself, this time much quieter. “Hey.”

“Hey,” came your tentative, stiff reply. “What do you want?”

The man in front of your desk cleared his throat, rocking himself back onto his heels as he swung his arms awkwardly. “I, uh, just wanted to apologize.”

“Oh, yeah?” You crossed your arms, cocking one of your eyebrows expectantly. “Go on, then.”

“I’m…” Adrian doubled over groaning, stomping his feet like a petulant child, before righting himself and huffing in an overexaggerated manner. “Ugh, I hate this. Fuck—I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said those things to you. It was unprofessional.”

Humming, the beginnings of a smirk began to play with the corner of your lips. “Great, thanks. You can go now.”

Adrian stayed rooted to the spot, staring at you blankly.

“What?” you asked him.

He scowled, gesturing to his slightly-crooked nose.

Rolling your eyes to the ceiling, you sighed. “Fine. I’m sorry for punching you. Happy?”

“Yeah, pfft, whatever—doesn’t even hurt,” he bluffed, leaning his weight onto your desk in an effort to appear nonchalant.

You scoffed. “With how you were groaning, you made it sound like I nearly killed you.”

“You’ve got a strong punch, okay?” he heatedly rebutted, before haughtily sticking his sore chin up in the air. After another second of tense silence, he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his fucked-up nose. He coughed into his fist, before muttering, “Honestly, though… it was really fucking hot.”

The dull wooden edge of your desk dug into your lower back as Adrian leaned over you, mouth rough on yours, glasses knocked askew amidst his vigor. One of his hands were buried in your roots at the back of your head, anchoring you close to him, and the other pinned your thighs apart so he could slot between them. Your hands were tightly curled up in the gap between his sweltering skin and his suit’s dark armor, yanking him to bridge the gap between you. His nose brushed your cheekbone every time he surged forward to kiss you—and it sent a mild jolt of pain spidering down his spine, but he didn’t seem to mind it too much, rather preoccupied with other sensations.

Clothes were hastily pulled to the side, sweat beaded both of your foreheads, and strained gasps fell through your lips as he began to move against you.

Neither punching Adrian nor fucking him afterwards were on your agenda for today, but you certainly weren’t complaining. And judging by how loudly he was moaning into the brutal kiss, he wasn’t going to complain, either.

With one final roll of his hips into yours, he bucked forward with a strangled, choking noise as his climax washed over him just when you were pushed off the edge as well, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“God, you’re loud,” you panted, snaking your hands to his hair to gently pull him away from the crevice of your neck.

He stared at you with full-blown pupils, delighting in the fact that you were quivering against him ever so slightly. “And you’re so fucking hot.”

“Alright, buddy, we’re done here,” you said, patting his chest, before pushing away and straightening out your wrinkled clothes. “This is the last time this is ever happening, by the way.”

Adrian scoffed, righting his glasses up his nose. “Uh huh, yeah right. Admit it, you just can’t resist me. I’m like the peanut butter to your jelly! The… the chocolate to your pizza!”

Nose wrinkling, you shook your head incredulously. “What? Who the fuck eats chocolate with pizza?”

“Uh, duh, I do,” he replied, as if it were obvious. “It’s amazing—you should really try it. I don’t know, maybe you could come over to my place one day and have some. Nothing beats the perfect ratio of greasy-crispy Hawaiian pizza and Nutella straight from the jar.”

Kiss-swollen lips parting, you leaned against your desk out of interest once again. Adrian was fidgeting with his hands awkwardly and began looking everywhere but you, like he hadn’t just fucked you silly literally a minute ago.

“Are you asking me out?”

“No!” he said. “Maybe.”

You regarded him with a strange look.

“Ugh, yes, fine, I’m asking you out. Well, technically in—I’m asking you into my house. Preferably into my bed—”

“Alright!” you interrupted, holding your hands out. “Fine. Only this one time. But just because you’ve come in me twice by now doesn’t mean you can go on falling in love with me, okay?”

Brightening, Adrian sidled closer to you, the green of his eyes glimmering beneath the flickering lights hanging over your desk. “Don’t worry, that won’t be a problem. If anything, you should watch out for falling in love with me. I’m quite the catch, you know?”

It was hard to suppress the growing grin forming over your lips. “You’ve got the Barbie Girl song as your ringtone.”

“Yeah, and? It’s a good song—super catchy. It’s practically a chick magnet,” he defended, beaming like an idiot.

You rolled your eyes, patting his chest twice, before striding away from both him and your desk, off to go to the bathroom to clean up the sticky mess between your thighs. Adrian watched you go, before repeatedly punching the air with excitement and breaking out into a dance—not to music, but to the buzz of the office’s artificial lights, and the lethargic whir of the semi-broken air conditioner.

From outside, he could hear Chris greet you, and he momentarily paused in his little victory jig.

“Oh, hi, Y/N! Hah, your hair’s all messed up, why do you look like you just had your brains fucked—oh. Oh. God damn it, you guys better not have done it on my desk again!”

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powerfultenderness · 1 year

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“Close your eyes for me love.” ? >:3

Lulu! ❤ lol i'm still very much into Stalker!Adrian, but now with a teeny tiny tad bit of a twist!!

Word count: 1000 Warnings: canon typical violence

You were absolutely the most important person in Adrian’s life. After the whole butterfly incident the team went their own ways, even Peacemaker left Evergreen, again. That left you as the only person in town that he cared for. He just…had to work up the courage to actually talk to you!

But not now. Maybe the next time you came into the restaurant. You liked eating there, he noticed. In fact, he noticed a lot about you. It was easy; you were a creature of habit. It meant that even if he couldn’t watch out for you in person, he knew where to find you.

Like right now, you should have been at home, in your pajamas and cuddled up in bed. But you weren't home.

He cursed under his breath and jumped off of your balcony. He had to retrace the steps of where you should have been!

Luckily you were just a block from your apartment complex, but rage filled his core as he saw a man twice your size slam you into a wall, one hand around your throat while the other moved down where he couldn’t see.

Faster than he could ever remember moving, he pulled the man off of you, your gasped coughs only adding to his anger, and shoved him to the other side of the alley.

“Close your eyes for me love.” He growled out as he raised his gun at the man, only hesitating a moment to let you close your eyes.

You did not.

You could not.

You watched as he pulled the trigger, bullet bursting through the man’s skull sending blood and flesh and brain matter across the red brick wall. Brick red and blood red were so different. Neon against the darkness of night.

As much as your mind tried, you could find no pattern in the goopy, stringy, mess slowly being pulled down by gravity. It wasn’t until another shade of red, brilliant and gleaming, obscured your sight did you gasp for a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Vigilante filled your senses, your eyes locked onto his red visor, he smelled of gunpowder and oil, his voice was pleasantly low, not deep and booming and intimidating, but low enough that his worried words (what was he saying?) were able to cut through the temporary tinnitus.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath when you didn’t respond to him a third time. And only because you were worth it, you were worth everything to him, he pulled off his mask and gently cradled your face in his hands, calling your name in hopes of snapping you out of this daze you were in.

“Adrian?” You whispered, shocked, as your eyes locked with his.

His eyebrows scrunched up in the cutest way. “You know who I am?”

Of course you did, he was only the man you were harboring a major crush on. Some people might even consider you a stalker, for all the times you showed up at his work place just for a glimpse of him. Fennel Fields was mediocre Italian food, at best! But you eventually figured out his schedule and couldn’t help but eat there twice a week, just to stare at him. A little creepy, but how he fueled your dreams!

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You snatched the Vigilante mask out of his hand and shoved it back over his head. “You can’t let the cops see you like that!”

Sure, you knew he was Vigilante, but this was the first time you had actually seen him kill someone. You were grateful for that, you didn’t want to think of what your attacker would have done had Vigilante not shown up.

You then grabbed his hand and started to drag him away from the murder scene and towards your apartment.

Vigilante stumbled a bit, “uh, you’re not freaked out?”

“That you saved me? No.”

You decided not to tell him that you often took unnecessary risks with your safety because you were pretty sure he was always following you. He didn’t need to know that you knew his secret. “Thank you for that, by the way.”

“Oh! You’re welcome!” You could hear the smile in his voice. He had such a sweet voice, you’d only ever heard it in passing before, but aimed at you it somehow sounded brighter.

“Are you trying to take me home?” He asked, like he didn’t know where you were leading him.

Right on cue policed sirens echoed through the night and you picked up your pace. “Just until the police go away.”

“Smart.”

It only took a few more minutes before you were pushing him inside your apartment.

Now that he was inside, and the risk of other people seeing him gone, he pulled his mask off again and put his glasses on. “How do you know my name?” He circled back.

“How do you know my name?”

He coughed, “it’s uh, my super power! Yea! I’m really good at guessing names!”

…

“Me too.” You blinked, biting your lip to try and hold back a grin.

“You have a super power?” His little gasp was cute. “I mean, I have a superpower because I’m a superhero. But-”

“Do you wanna fuck?” Now that you had the man you’d been crushing on for weeks in your home and an excuse to keep him here, you might as well go for it.

“What?” He immediately dropped his ramble, eyes going wide and jaw slack as he processed your question.

“We probably have some time to kill while the cops-Mmh!”

He practically lunged himself at you, hands gently but firmly pulling your face to his, crushing his lips against yours as he swallowed the rest of your words.

Adrian really didn’t care what the rest of your sentence was going to be, all he knew was that the one person he’d been dreaming for months was offering to fuck him! He wasn’t going to let this opportunity go!

[Protective Prompts]

#vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #protective prompts #lululandd #blurb #drabble #protective adrian?#lol this was only supposed to be 500 words but i got a little carried away 😅

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honeycombstrawberry · 2 years

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plz plz plz dom adrien with female reader who gets turned on when adrien jokingly calls her a whore or a slut or something and she just gets weak in the knees THANK U I LOVE UR WRITING

you like that?

pairing: adrian chase x gn reader

rating: explicit

word count: 656

Every inch of your body has gone completely rigid with tension. You’re not even sure you heard Adrian correctly, for a moment. All of you is coiled up, anticipating what comes next, an unexpected full-body reaction to the absent words that just came out of his mouth.

Immediately, Adrian’s saying, “Fuck, I’m— I’m so sorry, that was too far, I shouldn’t have said that—”

“Stop,” you say, and he stops immediately, backing off of you, shoving away from where he’s pinned you up against the wall to give you more space. You immediately miss his closeness, his warmth, and you prickle all over for— not even a different reason, really. The same reason.

“I am so, so sorry,” Adrian repeats. “I didn’t mean—”

“Say it again,” you request. It’s not an order, and it’s not an instruction; you’re under no illusions that you’re the one in charge here. You’re only asking; if he gives it, he gives it.

Studying you, his panic fading into something more curious, now, Adrian asks, “You— Are you sure?”

You nod in a jerk, and he evaluates you. His nervous eyes have shifted; he’s more predatory, more interested. There’s a blazing heat in him, a splotched-fresh-red to his face, a hectic blotch of color that tells you he’s as shockingly into this as you are.

After a beat of hesitation, Adrian repeats, almost cautiously, “You like that, slut?”

You moan without even meaning to. The sound just— pours right out of your mouth, automatic and instinctive, unable to be kept inside. It’s accompanied by a sharp twist in your gut, an excited pull, and you twitch into him without even meaning to, blood racing through your veins, heart pounding up into the back of your throat.

“Yes,” you tell him, and his hands find your hips.

His grip is harder, near to bruising, and he yanks you in closer. “You like it when I call you a slut?”

“I do,” you tell him, quickly, encouraging. “I like it—”

“I didn’t say you could talk,” Adrian tells you, and you snap your mouth shut, letting him assume control, letting him fall into character. It took him months to get used to this, really, but between the two of you supporting each other, you’ve found a dynamic that you enjoy, and roles that fit, and you love him for it, love sex with him because of it. “If you’re my whore, then you do what I say, right?”

The word whore falling out of his mouth this way has your knees fuzzing out, going completely numb in your legs until it feels like you’re standing on nothing but static.

“I asked you a question,” Adrian says, over the thud of your pulse in your ears.

His confidence has shifted a bit backwards towards hesitation, and you hurry to reassure him that he’s doing well, that he’s doing the right thing, that you like this. “Yes, I do.”

“Good,” Adrian says. He leans in experimentally, letting the hot spread of his breath fan over your ear, spreading like a flush down the column of your throat and further, pooling tight in your belly, between your thighs, at your core. With a probing, trial-and-error kind of voice, he tests, “Slut,” and your hips twitch into his.

You’re embarrassed but you’re not, too turned on to give a shit. You’d probably be mortified if Adrian wasn’t into this, but the insistent press of his cock against your thigh and the grabbing touch of his hands on your hips and the shove of his mouth into yours, a beat later, shows you just how much he’s into this, too.

“Spread your legs for me, whore,” Adrian tells you, and you do. He laughs against your mouth, lifting his eyes upwards to meet yours through the dark sweep of his eyelashes. “This is going to be fun.”

You half-whimper, half-laugh when Adrian dives in again, consuming you.

#tumblr exclusive drabbles #answered #anonymous #honeycombstrawberry #adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #vigilante #vigilante x you #vigilante x reader #peacemaker #dc #honeycombexclusives #i'm sorry reader isnt a female i FORGOT #just think about being a female

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paperprinc3 · 9 months

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Teddy Bear

I originally posted this on Ao3 for valentine's day. But it's one of my absolute favourite fics.

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“…So then the guy said I could take anything I wanted as reward.” Chris explained, recounting last night’s heroic feat.

Only no one was listening, they were busy staring at the gigantic stuffed bear squeezing through the doorway.

“Hi guys!” Adrian greeted, waving the bear’s big paw.

“What is that?” Asked Harcourt.

“A teddy bear.” Adrian frowned. “Haven’t you seen one?” He asked, concerned. “He’s my valentine gift.”

Chris grinned. “You like him then?”

Adrian nodded. “I love him! If only I knew who sent it.”

Chris frowned. “Wasn’t there a note?”

“Nope! Just a name label. He’s called Christopher!”

#vigilmaker #peacemaker #adrian chase #vigilante #drabble

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vigsilantes · 2 years

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one day off (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Reader Summary: You and Adrian finally have a day off and Adrian gets curious about smoking weed. Word Count: 1.4k Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Making Out, Comfort, Idiots in Love, Swearing, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Smoking, Weed, Warnings: swearing, smoking weed (read on ao3)

Adrian has always been skeptical about weed. You have been open about how often you smoke and felt comfortable smoking around him, though he never totally approved of it, he has seen you do far more illegal things than smoking a bit of weed, so he doesn’t really care. Recently, with all of the missions you and the team have been going on, you have been overly exhausted, especially Adrian. He always puts 100% into every mission and he is definitely feeling the repercussions of it. Luckily, after weeks of nonstop work Harcourt offered you two the day off, and you gladly accepted it.

The day had been incredibly blissful and consisted of you and Adrian watching shitty horror movies and cuddling on the couch. The two of you always love to discuss what you’re watching while watching it, making funny comments, or sharing fun facts. Most people find it incredibly annoying, well everyone finds you and Adrian annoying with anything you two do, but you love what Adrian has to say and he loves what you have to say. After the third movie of the day, the pizza you ordered a while ago arrived just in time for dinner. In the kitchen, you opened the box of Hawaiian pizza and started to ramble on and on about how much you like pineapple on pizza and how it often gets too much hate. After a minute you notice how silent Adrian is, which isn’t like him, especially when talking about how much of an advocate he is for pineapple on pizza.

“Why are you being so quiet, Ade?” you ask, gently poking his stomach. He furrowed his brows.

“Well, I was just thinking…” he trailed off and paused. You scrunched your eyebrows. “You know how you smoke weed?” he asked, completely seriously.

“Yes, Adrian, I do. What’s up?” you question while taking a slice of pizza from the box and putting it on your plate.

“Well….” he paused again; he never takes this long asking something unless he’s nervous. “I….” he began, then started fiddling with the napkins he had for you both in his hands.

“Adrian whatever it is, you can ask me,” you smiled and nudged him, hoping that would prompt him to finally spit it out.

“So, I know you’ve smoked weed for like as long as I’ve known you and I have always kinda protested it in the past which is really dumb because it’s totally legal now and like everyone smokes which is cool like your body your choice you know? But it just seems like you’re always able to really relax, like... totally chill out for a bit whenever you smoke, and you always laugh a lot and you get really giggly and cute and your face turns this pretty shade of pink when you’re baked and whenever you and Chris smoke you guys have a blast, and it seems really fun to just let go like that for a while an- “

“-Babe, do you want to smoke with me?” you ask, finally cutting him off from his long-winded ramble. Sometimes it’s just best to cut him off when you can tell where he’s going with his ramble, if you don’t, he will just never stop. You once heard him talk about chipmunks for like twenty minutes. You didn’t mind, as you love hearing what he has to say. Chris and Emilia on the other hand got bored, fast.

“I think so?” he said, almost unsure of himself but with a smile growing on his face. “The missions have been fucking insane lately and I wanna have some fun with you on our one day off,” he rubbed your arm and you smiled. “Which is total fucking bullshit by the way! Harcourt should let us have like weekends off or something,” he shrugged and you nodded your head in agreement, he wasn’t wrong.

“Well, I can totally smoke you up!” you wiggled your eyebrows and smiled. “We can just take it slow for your first time!” you got on your tippy toes to press a small kiss on his cheek, then went into your shared bedroom to grab your stash of pot in your drawer. You left your bedroom to find Adrian on the couch and the pizza on the coffee table. You joined him and sat crossed-legged next to him.

“Okay so since it’s your first time I’m gonna just roll a joint, nothing crazy alright?” you ask, double checking if he really wants to smoke.

“Okay!” he said with cheer in his voice. You started grinding the weed and as you looked up at Adrian, you could see the excitement in his pupils. He started eating a slice of pizza as he watched you in amazement. After you finished grinding the weed, you grabbed your rolling tray and a paper, and began rolling a joint. About halfway through Adrian said “Wow, you’re so good at that babe, that looks hard.”

“It takes a lottttt of practice Ade, but thanks.” you smiled at him and continued rolling it. After a second, you licked the paper, and you had a joint that was ready to smoke. You stuck the joint in your mouth, got your lighter, lit the end of it and inhaled. Adrian watched you intently, so he knew exactly what to do, even though he’s seen you smoke hundreds of times.

“Alright so really try to inhale it, like take a deep breath,” you tell him and he nods. You pass him the joint and he does what he was told, taking a very deep inhale from it. Seeing him smoke was something you’ve never seen him do before, but he looked very hot doing it. He coughed a little bit but seemed to be fine, totally normal for new smokers.

“You alright?” you ask him, just making sure.

“Yeah, I think I did it right!” he smiled, almost choking on his cough. It took a second, but he stopped coughing then handed you the joint. He then fist-pumped because he successfully smoked which made you chuckle. You took a few drags and took your time, making sure he had a minute in between his hits. He watched you in awe as you inhaled, his pupils completely dilated, and you blushed. You gave him the doobie again and he slowly took a long drag, his cheekbones becoming defined as he inhaled.

“Fuck Ade, you look really hot smoking…” you admit, still blushing from before. The complement caused him to blush, and he smiled.

“Now you understand how hard it is to control myself whenever you smoke!” he said jokingly. “The number of times I’ve jerked off while thinking about you smoking is like dumb high,” he laughed, and you shook your head smiling.

You both took a few more drags from the joint, you having more than him, and you eventually finished it. After a few minutes of eating pizza and making jokes, you both were totally baked. His eyes were a bit glossy, and his face was red, but you could tell he was a bit relaxed, or as relaxed as Adrian Chase can be. You clicked on a corny zombie movie and began cracking up at everything that was happening. At one point, you had to pause the movie because you two couldn’t stop laughing.

“He-he totally just-" Adrian started but cut himself off by laughing more. You were laughing so hard; neither of you could even breathe.

“That-” you couldn’t even get out what you were trying to say because of the laughing. Adrian’s face was completely red, and he looked so incredibly happy. After a few more minutes of full-on belly laughing, you calmed down to a few small laughs and chuckles. You rubbed his hand and smiled.

“I’m glad we're having fun,” his smile never faded but it somehow increased when you said that.

“Thanks for smoking me up, babe,” he pulled you closer to him, you were now face to face. His green eyes shimmered while looking into yours, and he kissed you, sloppily but happily. You returned the kiss and then some, and ran your fingers through his small curls, lightly scratching his scalp. That riled him up and he pulled you in even closer. His kisses became more passionate, you could tell he was hungry for more of you. He ran his hand down your back and gently lifted you up onto his lap. You separated for a second as you hovered over him, and as he looked up at you, you both smiled.

“This was a good day off,” you stated, fixing his glasses which were practically falling off of his nose. He grinned.

“You can say that again!” his cheeks got rosy, and he went in for another kiss.

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mattsmanpain · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Peacemaker (TV 2022), Moon Knight (TV 2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steven Grant & Adrian Chase Characters: Marc Spector, Adrian Chase, Steven Grant (Marvel), Moon Knight (Marvel), Vigilante (DCU) Additional Tags: what if unbalanced met unhinged, but nothing happens, because this doesn't even qualify as a rough draft of anything, just a bunch of scribbles while i was at work, not even an outline Summary:

Steven meets Adrian. That's it. That's the whole thing. Nothing happens. Seriously.

#adrian chase #vigilante #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight #peacemaker #oscar isaac #freddie stroma #double drabble #fanfic

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alucarddear · 2 years

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Alucard drinking his lovers blood-😩😩😩

Mine*

Alucard feeds on his lover during sex.

Note: *Smut drabble ahead. This contains 18+ written material. [She/her]

I wanted this to be sfw, but I ended up just going for the usual passable excuse in vampire fiction—sex truly works.

The dhampir starts slowing down his pace, prolonging the inevitable. He bucks into his lover with enough force at just the right angle, coaxing a particularly drawn-out moan from her. He chuckles low against her lips, watching the way her face contorts in pleasure, enjoying the fact that he is causing it.

Even in his darkened room, she is beautiful.

Soon, he has her panting, writhing, gripping the sheets, his name falling off her lips in a repetitive litany he could’ve sworn rivalled those sung in hymns, if only they weren’t followed by vile fucks and shits and harder, faster, please, Adrian, please.

How could he ever say no to his little darling?

Adrian picks up his pace, his hips stuttering against hers in rapid successions, the slapping sound of their coupling nearly drowning out every dirty little thought swimming in his head. “Yes, that’s it,” he says. “Squirm for me.”

His lover arches her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Adrian, I-I—” she pants harder, faster, voice going higher in pitch to match the shaking of her legs. She grips him as if her life depends on it. The coil is tightening. Too much, too much—

“Shhh,” he coos, supporting her, holding her by her arched waist and hitting her spot over and over. He presses his face to her breasts and convinces her that “Yes, yes, darling, you can take it.”

She’s so soft, so warm, and mine, mine, mine.

Fuck. He’s close, and with the way she is clamping around his length, he knows she is too.

It’s time.

“Darling,” he rasps, his thrusting becoming desperate, yet she is already throwing her head back, baring her throat to him willingly.

Adrian hears her heart beating, racing, as she chases her orgasm, her own hips meeting his every thrust. He smells her everywhere—tantalising, flooding him with a different kind of hunger, yet he senses no fear in her, only desire. He gulps.

His fangs extend and he zeroes in on her neck, grasping her by her hair.

She barely feels the sinking of his fangs as her searing white-hot climax hits her hard, leaving her clawing at his back, mouth open in a silent scream, limbs shaking, shuddering, writhing.

He empties himself buried deep inside her quivering cunt, back stiffening, his moan muffled by his suckling at her throat.

As always, she tastes sweet like cherry wine.

#my boy deserves sex without him shedding tears for any reason grr #i will not accept it #adrian tepes #alucard #castlevania #alucard tepes #alucard x reader #alucard fanfic #alucarddear writes #alucarddear: mine #Alucard smut #Adrian tepes smut

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sandy-the-glader · 3 months

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Is That Me?

Character: Adrian Chase x Gn!Reader

Type: Fluff

Length: Drabble (500 words)

Summary: All month you have been ranting to your best friend about your celebrity crush and Adrian gets a little jealous. Little does he know that the face is quite familiar.

Trope: established relationship

A/N: Since Peacemaker confirmed that a lot of celebrities exist in the DC universe I thought this was adorable. Also, I saw someone do this with a different celebrity a long time ago so credit to them! Hope this will tie you guys over until I finish the requests since they are taking longer than I thought they would.

"Who is he?" Adrian stood in the doorway of your guy's shared bedroom with folded arms and a concerned look on his face. You looked up from your phone with a confused look.

"Who are you talking about?" You sat up on the bed with your phone in front of you. Adrian sighed heavily

"You know who. The dude you've been talking about non-stop." You couldn't help the smile that broke out on your face. You had been ranting to your best friend over the phone for weeks about this really handsome actor you came across recently because he looked exactly like your boyfriend.

A giggle bubbled up inside you and you started to laugh hard. You couldn't keep hiding the celebrity from Adrian.

"What's so funny?" He frowned at my reply. You almost felt bad but once he realized who it was he would feel much better.

"Are you jealous Adrian?"

"Gonna be honest yes I am a little bit! Who is he?" He came closer to me making me look up at him. Seeing him jealous was honestly really attractive.

"Do you really want to know?" You teased trying to keep pulling a reaction out of him.

"Yes." He whined. You unlocked your phone and typed up the actor you had been obsessing over. You hesitated to show him because the joke was really enjoyable. But you finally flipped over the phone to him and showed him.

At first, he squinted and adjusted his glasses to see the man better. Then his face morphed into confusion and shock.

"Is this me?" He exclaimed scrolling through the images that popped up of him. "He's me but blonde?" He looked so startled.

"No! Freddie Stroma." You giggled. Adrian sat down on the bed absolutely starstruck by the information of him having a look alike.

"Oh my god, I was in Harry Potter." He muttered. You continued to smile and laugh at his reaction. "Are you sure this isn't me? Did you like photoshop my face on some random guy's body?"

"I definitely did not." You watched his face morph into so many emotions. Curiosity, confusion, and some sort of happiness.

"So this whole time you've been obsessing over a guy that looks like me?" He still continued to scroll and look at everything he's done. You nodded a couple of times. "But I'm right here." He shrugged his shoulders. Adrian narrowed his eyes at the screen still flabbergasted by the whole situation.

"But do you have a hot British accent?" you joked.

"Yes. I do now!" He put on a fake voice making you kiss his cheek.

"I just wanted to see how you would react baby." You hummed hugging him from the side. "And now there's an actor that looks like my boyfriend," You repeated to kiss him on his cheek making his face go all warm.

"Please don't say you're going to leave me for actor me." He turned his head and had a look of genuine fear in his eyes for a minute before you cupped them and told him no.

"No honey I'm not going anywhere." He leaned in to capture your lips in a heartfelt kiss that made your heartbeat quicken. You didn't need a celebrity that looked like your boyfriend because you already had him in your arms.

"Are you still jealous?" you joked making him smile.

"Defiantly not because it's me." He smiled like a dork. You were happy to have your love in your life. "I guess I'm an actor now." You shook your head.

"Nah my boyfriend is the badass Vigilante."

#Adrian chase #freddie stroma #peacemaker #adrian chase x reader #freddie stroma x reader #vigilante peacemaker #vigilante x you #vigilante x reader #vigilante #pookie bear alert #i love him sm #hes so cute #adrian chase fanfic

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runa-falls · 11 months

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recent reads - spring + early summer '23

I started this list of fics half way through my hiatus so these are just some of the reads i've done and really enjoyed!

this includes fics from a wide variety of fandoms :))

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miguel o'hara (so far)

hanging by a thread - @writefightandflightclub

the death of peace of mind - @tusks-and-claws

miguel drabble - @foxilayde

carbon copy - @devilishcupid

poe dameron

nine - @foxilayde

general dameron - @altangelix04

javier peña

crush - @the-ginger-hedge-witch

joel (last of us)

friends with benefits series - @hier--soir

bucky barnes

branded - wolveria (ao3)

it’s in his bite - kittykittymewmeww (ao3)

captain syverson

lines in the sand - @littlefreya

geralt z rivii

until we meet again - pikapeppa (ao3)

adrian chase

she says that i’m her all time favorite - hollandoats (ao3)

chainsaws and parking lots - @charnelhouse

carmy berzatto

force of habit - @youvebeenlivingfictional

the bear and the baker - fancyladysnackcakes (ao3)

nothing’s gonna hurt you baby - tinybluewitch (ao3)

clyde logan

take me home - madandimpossible (ao3)

#miguel o’hara x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #javier pena x reader #javier peña x reader #poe dameron x reader #joel x reader #captain syverson x reader #syverson x reader #geralt x reader #geralt z rivii x reader #the witcher x reader #adrian chase x reader #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #clyde logan x reader #fic recs #recent reads

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seancekitsch · 1 year

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Wow, I can get sexual, too: an Adrian Chase x Reader fic- chapter 5

series masterlist here

warnings: eventual smut, masturbation, twitter nude culture, the very slightest dub con but not really just saying this to be safe, mutual pining, idiots in love, perv!reader but also perv!adrian, light exhibition, manhandling, oral sex, sweet sex, smut with feelings but its still kinda dirty

a/n: here we go!! its the final chapter!! we have finally reached the smut!!! its finally done, unless there's enough interest for an epilogue or a little drabble series with adrian and this reader character!!! thank you so much to all the people who have read this series and enjoyed it, and especially the two anons (123, and 4) who inspired the whole series!! you guys are the best!!

Adrian practically throws you up the stairs to his apartment, anytime you move slower than he wants you to he grabs you by the hip and boosts you up a few more stairs. Eager, eager, so incredibly eager for what comes next. He dodges around you on the last few steps and jams the key into the door to open it for you, allowing you to step into his dark apartment first.

“Well, here’s where the magic’s going to happen!” Adrian announces, and you step further into the living room. It looks… messy. The blanket you were using the other night is still on the couch, haphazardly flung and rumpled like. Oh right. He laid there jacking off with it under him that night. You feel yourself shudder as you hear the door click. There’s no turning back now.

Quickly again though you’re in his arms, this time he kisses you like a snow squall, rapid and covering the skin of your face, smearing your make up with his lips. He kisses like he’s trying to memorize the details down to the pore, to leave no centimeter unexplored or felt. You kiss back as you can, managing to catch a cheek or a chin or a corner of a lip when you can but you can’t keep up, his affection a tidal wave against you. All you can do is melt into his touch, firm and strong but wildly gentle.

You’ve never been held like this. Held like you could break, sure. Held like you’re a rag doll to throw around, also sure.

Adrian is the perfect combination of the two, so gentle and careful like you’re something to worship but his fingers dig into your scalp and your waist like squeezing the apple that tempted Eve, squeezing so hard it could bruise. You hope it does.

He leads you carefully further into the room, until your back hits the counter of his kitchen island. Adrian wastes no time pushing your jacket down your shoulders for you to shrug it off and throw it onto his kitchen floor, not even breaking the kiss through the entire action.

His greedy hands then travel to your thighs, pushing up your little skirt until it reaches the bottom of the curve of your ass.

“Wait-,” you stop him before he can pull it up any further.

He pulls back, a question clearly painting his expression.

“Not like that! Let me take my shoes off, these things are killing me,” you reassure him, and he visibly untenses in relief. He releases you from his tight hold, not completely though, finger light touches of his hands still on you as you move past him to take off your boots at his front entryway.

Alright, time to slut it up, you think, and you bend over almost completely to unzip the shoes. You know what Adrian probably sees, your skirt pulled up too high and giving him a full view of your ass and panties. Briefly, you wonder if he’s the kind of guy that likes upskirt photos.

You'd send him one, definitely, or as many as he would ever ask for. You'd send little videos too if he wanted. Anything really, you're realizing. Damn, you think, down bad doesn't even begin to cover what I feel for him.

Adrian can't resist from touching though, and as you step out of your boots he puts his hands on your hips again, squeezing before they slide down slightly, letting his palms feel the soft skin of your ass, before moving back up again. His motions like a question, asking for more. He repeats the motion again, and this time you wiggle your ass a little in his grasp, prompting the quietest of chuckles from him under his breath.

You straighten back up and lean into his touch, starting to fall in love with the feeling of his hands on your hips.

“I have maybe an un-sexy question,” you broach, the thought bugging your mind since before he picked you up.

“I don’t know how that could be,” Adrian says, and presses up behind you, “Everything is sexy coming from you.”

He punctuates that by grabbing your waist and a grind of his hips against your ass, letting you feel every inch of him behind the denim that rocks against you. Fuck, how are you gonna even do this without losing your mind?

“How did,” you cut yourself off with a low moan, letting yourself lean back into his grasp, “how’d you get a hold of my set? Well, the bottom half.”

He looks at you for a moment, and then his eyes widen in recognition like he had already forgotten the conversation in the car.

“My panties? Black satin with teal stitching?” you further supply.

“Oh yeah, I mean, you don't lock your windows,” he replies, “You really should, unless that's like a thing for you and you want to do this again and you want me to come in through them or something.”

You try to hide how concerned that statement makes you, seeing as you didn’t realize until now that you didn't lock your windows. How long have they been unlocked? Is that like some kind of potential security breach for the task force? Your bedroom and office are full of weaponry and classified files that you really thought were more secure than they apparently are.

“Good to know,” your tone falters a little, but you continue to lean back into him, loving how his jeans feel against your bare legs.

“Is that weird?” he asks.

You feel like the answer should be yes, but you can't say that word.

“Let me blow you,” you offer instead of an answer. You pull yourself from his grasp begrudgingly and turn around again, and you hear him whisper

‘Cool. Not weird.’

Under his breath while you reach for him again. This time you lead the kiss, pulling him in as you teasingly bite his bottom lip. Sure enough, he opens his mouth and his tongue darts out to tangle with yours, each tasting each other and trying to pull one another deeper into each other.

You kiss feverishly, all hot and all encompassing, both trying to be as close as possible and all over each other.

“Ugh, I just wanna touch you already!” Adrian exclaims as he pulls back breathlessly, his fingers roughly raking up your satin underwear. God, his calluses feel amazing mixed with the sensation of how smooth and soft your panties are. He pants as he tries to regain his breath, his hands never leaving contact with you as your skirt just gets pushed higher and higher.

“Just wait,” you giggle, slowly lowering yourself to your knees, “I wanna touch you first. Been thinking about what's under these jeans for a few weeks now.”

He looks a little shocked as you say this, but his hands move quickly to undo his belt and button of his jeans for you. You unzip his jeans and push them down over his ass the rest of the way, and he stops you momentarily. You wait, a little awkwardly, while he steps back and pulls his sneakers and jeans completely off, leaving only his boxer briefs as he takes his place again in front of you, nodding at you to let you continue.

“What do you think about when you make those tweets?” you ask, your right hand coming up tentatively to test the waters and cup his length over his underwear.

Adrian sucks in a breath, basically hissing at the contact as his eyes fall shut; so sensitive to the touch. You massage him, feeling around for what you're about to get. You've seen it more than once, but seeing it on twitter and actually seeing and feeling it in person seem like two extremely different things. You can tell just by your hand he’s long, and heavy. He's going to be a handful. And a mouthful.

“You,” he gasps out, and he sounds strained, “I think about you.”

“Like this?” you ask, and then stick out your tongue to flatten it against his clothed cock. He moans and his head falls back already, fully giving in to anything you'd do to him. How easy would he be to dominate? You briefly wonder, as your tongue works its way up his length. Your hands make their way to his hips, then to the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“Is it like this?” you ask as you pull your mouth off of him, and your hands start to pull his boxer briefs down.

He nods, finally opening his eyes and looking down at you, his pupils blown wide and face flushed. Adrian’s gently puts his hand on the back of your head; it feels like he’s afraid to thread his fingers between your hair or push your head down on him as he lets you take your time.

You have to break eye contact to look at him, even more handsome in person than on twitter and he’s not even fully naked yet.

“Take your shirt off,” you whisper, and he obliges you.

You take his shaft in your hand, not tightly, just barely, and you kiss him where his hips and his left thigh meet. You kiss him again, and then rest your head there for a moment. You revel in the feeling of your skin on his, the feeling of him and you connected. You breathe deeply and then kiss the patch of skin again, before moving towards the head of his cock.

You give the head a little kiss, a little exploration of what's to come. Salty precum dots your lips, tasty and light. You kiss it again, and once more again, before you open your lips.

Gently, you ease your lips farther and farther down the head, then even more down the shaft. You let Adrian adjust to the heat and wetness of your mouth before you hollow out your cheeks, only doing so after getting yourself most of the way down his shaft. You take the time to slowly push yourself up and down his shaft, letting yourself feel every inch and letting him feel every centimeter of you. You don't stop pushing against him until he pushes at the base of your throat, and then you slowly pull back, and then in again.

His hand now finally travels to the back of your head, guiding you and holding you still as you bob up and down on his cock, letting your tongue swivel on the underside of his cock. He moans loudly, openmouthed and tries to keep eye contact as best as possible- but Adrian keeps closing his eyes, keeps squinting and screwing his eyes shut as he winces and pants under your tongue.

“Please,” he whispers, a little lilt of a moan to his voice, as he tightens his grasp on you scalp slightly.

“Please.”

You take this as your sign to pick up the pace, working him faster and trying to take him deeper and deeper. You feel pride swell in your chest when the tip of your nose just barely brushes his pubes at one point, you’re proud you can do that on him specifically. You've never been one to specifically want to give a blowjob, but with Adrian you want to give the best blowjob in the world. Briefly you wonder if he’s ever gotten a blowjob because of his twitter but you push the thought away quickly because you don't want to think about it. Somewhere deep down you want to be the only one.

That only invigorates you to work harder, to push yourself further down on him, to hollow out your cheeks more, to-

“Get off— shit,” he gasps, roughly pulling himself out of your mouth, “don’t wanna finish there, wanna— wanna give you…”

“Got it,” you confirm, rubbing your jaw that’s sore from use. You can't deny that it's a little disappointing he won't let you finish him in your mouth, but you trust Adrian.

Immediately Adrian drops to his knees himself, taking over for your hand and replacing his fingers with your own. His thumbs rub tight circles against your jaw muscles, massaging out any kinks or pains that would ail you come morning before they can even take root. This has, never ever, never been your experience. You've never sucked a guy off and then immediately been cradled and massaged so gently, never have you experienced Adrian's big beautiful eyes staring at you with the craziest amount of admiration and care that you've ever seen. The tiniest smile grows on his lips, and you try to match it despite him massaging and mashing the muscles in your cheeks.

“Okay… I have maybe an un-sexy question myself,” Adrian says, breaking the sweet silence that hung between the two of you.

“Shoot,” you encourage him, hands coming up to meet his hands on you.

“Okay so…. So when we watched Fargo,” he trails off.

You already know where this is going, you already know what he’s going to say but you have to let him get there on his own.

“When we watched Fargo and you kept staring at the mirror, were you thinking of my tweets?”

He lets the question hang in the air, and so do you, opting to move your head ever so slightly and kiss his thumb before you answer him.

“Full honesty?” you ask, lips still against his thumb. He nods.

“I came to one of them seconds before you texted me to hang out that night,” you admit.

His expression clouds and darkens, but doesn’t harden. He still looks at you with the utmost admiration but there's something else there, something strong and lustful in his gaze.

“Get in front of the fucking mirror,” he whispers, authority in his tone.

You stand up immediately, stopping about three feet in front of the mirror, about as far as Adrian stops in his videos. Adrian behind you kicks off his socks and boxers and comes up behind you fully naked, the beautiful image from the tweets finally completed because this time you can see his face.

He makes eye contact with you in the mirror, smiling wide at you as his arms come around you, first as a hug, but then his hands start to play with the hem of your top.

“May I?” he asks, as if his dick wasn't just in your mouth. You nod, and he wastes no time pulling your top over your head. He freezes after he throws it on the ground, however, when he finally spots your bra. You can see in the mirror as his eyes pull themselves back and forth across your chest, taking in as much of you chest as he can in this bra, the black satin and teal stitching and your cleavage pushed just perfectly by the cups.

“Do you like it?” you ask, feeling emboldened and not shrinking under his gaze. He nods wordlessly, still transfixed on your chest.

“I got this set because it reminded me of you,” you admit. It matches his uniform perfectly, and it was crazy the set did so while fitting your personal style so wonderfully. It was all comfort while still sexy and matched his signature colors.

Adrian freezes, eyes going wide at your confession, he finally looks at you instead of your chest with an unreadable expression. He turns you around in his grasp, still unspeaking and wide eyed.

And then he kisses you again, tender and romantic and a completely different way than he was earlier tonight. When he pulls away, it’s only to start kissing the top of your chest that he can reach over the bra. Adrian licks and sucks at your chest, pulling sighs and whimpers from you as he leaves not even a centimeter of skin untouched, Adrian himself reveling in the reactions he can cause.

“Fuckin’ love it,” he mumbles against your chest, his fingers finally raking themselves over the cups of the bra, thumbs tracing over the teal stitching.

“Love that you were thinking of me,” he continues, and then bites down on your collarbone, not enough to break skin but certainly enough to make you yelp.

“Fuck, Adrian,” you whine; his teeth drag along the collarbone until he drops his head down again to press a kiss to your cleavage, and then slowly traces his tongue down your sternum. His hands travel lower and now start to push your skirt down instead of up, the stretchy material giving under his pressure and dropping to pool at your feet. His mouth returns to your neck and your jaw, kissing sloppily as both of his hands go straight to your ass and squeeze. His hard cock presses against the black satin of your underwear, and all that goes through your mind is the thought of him staining them with cum.

“See what you fuckin do to me?” he asks, as he thrusts himself against the fabric, “Feel it?”

You nod, and sigh as you practically fall into his embrace. Your hands travel up and down his chest, which you’ve touched and even stitched up before, but you’ve always wanted to touch it like this. Your fingers play with the little smattering of chest hair he has, and dance across pert little nipples. They trace along scars and feel his muscles. He squirms when you reach his ribs, pulling back slightly to wiggle away.

“Sorry! Fuck, ticklish,” he admits, trying to regain his composure quickly.

You laugh, and then wrap your arms around him again, careful to not tickle him again. The hug doesn't last long though, and his grip on you turns rigid again.

“Face the mirror,” he demands, and you once again turn in his grasp to face the mirror. You take in his appearance as well as your own, already looking messed up and wild despite the fact he hasn't even touched you yet, and the fact that he looks like the adonis he is in all of his twitter videos.

His hands work their way around to the front of you, and quickly push beneath the elastic lace confines of the sides of your panties. His left hand working at the hip and his right delving under the satin that hides the apex of your thighs.

“I’m gonna make you get off in front of this mirror,” he whispers low against the shell of your ear, not in his normal voice, but in the one you recognize as Vigilante about to kill someone. You shiver.

“Maybe next time we’ll film it,” he whispers, and dips his hand lower to finally make connection with you. You gasp as his middle finger slides so easily through your folds, you should be embarrassed how wet you are without even being touched, but the noise he makes has you swelling with pride instead. Adrian moans, loudly and uncontrolled, and drops his forehead down against your shoulder.

“Feel what you do to me?” you throw his words back at him, a challenge given how fuzzy your brain is from just this alone. He nods against you, and then continues his movements.

He slides his fingers back and forth, getting them nice and wet and slick. You watch his knuckles in the mirror, stretching and bulging the satin fabric until they disappear, his middle finger pushing into your heat.

You sigh deeply at the feeling of his thick finger splitting you open, one of the thick fingers you've spent time watching and studying from the scarring from being Vigilante to the calluses from being a busboy. Fuck, how you've daydreamed about these fingers specifically.

He thrusts once, twice, and then adds another finger. From the way he shifts his hand, it has to be his ring finger. He slides into you so easily, like you were made for taking him, so wet and ready. You can't help the way your mouth falls open, the way you lean back against his strong frame; you're practically putty in his hands, he can mold and manhandle you in any way he wants. Your hands reach back to run your fingers down his hips and thighs, gentle, slow strokes of your fingers.

He picks up his pace thrusting his fingers, in and out in and out, His free hand groping from your hip now to your breast, caging you in against him and holding you in place. He lifts his head up from your shoulder and starts kissing your neck again, whispering and sighing against your neck. He laughs when he’s pressed his lips against your throat at the same exact moment he pulls a loud moan from you with his motions.

“You wanna come for me, cowgirl?” he mutters, switching the angle of his hand to push himself deeper and allowing himself to rub the pad of his thumb against your clit. Your body jolts the second his thumb comes in contact with you, shaking as if you've been electrified.

“Please,” you beg, “Please, Adrian. Make me…”

You trail off, instead giving him another moan as his thumb circles your clit. He picks up the pace, sending you higher and higher pushing you close to the edge. He bites at your neck again sharply and you yelp pitifully; this time you're sure he has to have broken skin.

You start to shake, knees buckling as you know the end is coming, and now you're gasping and mumbling half words, chest heaving under his palm. Adrian speeds up again, his hand almost losing its rhythm as his trusts go harder, deeper…

And then nothing. Just nothing. Emptiness. You whine at the feeling of Adrian’s hand pulling itself from your panties, his other hand still holding you in place and keeping you standing.

You pout when you make eye contact with him in the mirror, and he smiles devilishly while he licks the fingers that were just inside you, until his resolve break and he moans on his own fingers.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, but something about his tone tells you Adrian isn't sorry at all.

You arch your brow at him questioningly.

“I just figured, I don't know,” he mumbles again, and you turn yourself in his grasp. He’s still rock hard, cock brushing against you as you move.

“I thought I could take you to bed and do this right.”

Oh.

Oh you really like the sound of that, more than anything dirty he could say at this moment. You don't even mind the fact that he just teased and edged you like that.

But words fail you, instead you nod and kiss him sweetly on the lips, and he immediately leads you backwards to the bedroom while his arms are still wrapped around you.

He only stops to fumble with the door handle, jiggling it before he can get it open before continuing to guide you backwards, his mouth not leaving your lips or face at all until the backs of your knees touch the edge of the bed. Adrian breaks the kiss only long enough to pick you up, lifting you in his strong arms and throwing backwards onto the bed. You gasp as you bounce against the mattress, his soft duvet cushioning your fall and puffing up around you, plush and full.

The bed dips as Adrian props a knee up onto the bed, giving him better leverage to reach for your underwear, finally pulling off the offending piece of black satin that's kept you from being bare for him this whole time. He pulls the garment down your legs so quickly, there's that Vigilante precision, and throws them up into the air behind him.

Adrian crawls the rest of the way onto the bed and between your thighs before they can even fall onto the rug behind him. He presses his body against you fully, resting most of his weight on you as he slowly rocks his hips again. His cock catches between your folds a few times, and he gasps each time. When the head of his cock bumps against your clit, you whine, pathetic and needy.

“Adrian, please fuck me,” you urge, “Need you so bad. Need to feel you.”

His head drops down close to yours, and stares into your eyes, intense and long. Then, he surprises you. Adrian tilts his head to kiss the tip of your nose, gentle and deliberate.

“Anything for you,” he whispers, and pulls away from you to reach for his bedside. He digs around in it for a moment, and you sit up under him.

“Oh, you don't need to. I’m on the pill,” you offer, seeing as it's clear to you he’s struggling to find a condom in his messy bedside drawer. Which is comforting. If he was banging the people that replied to his tweets he'd know exactly where those condoms would be. It's good to know that it's only you. You haven't had sex in months before this, since before you joined the team really. Since that one weird date with a Scarecrow henchman back in Gotham that you keep trying to scrub from your memory. God, especially right now. This moment is… the last possible case in which you want to think about that date. Gross.

“You trust me?” he asks, and he sounds genuinely surprised as he stops pushing around charger cords and what looks like receipts and takes his glasses off to keep them safe. You nod eagerly, reaching for him to pull him back down on top of you. He readily lets you guide him, and he props himself on his elbows, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones as he kisses you again.

“You're gonna be my downfall, like Superman and Kryptonite, or the Flash and being a fucking weirdo,” he mumbles against your lips, and you smile against him.

“You're mine too, then,” you agree, and he grinds his hips up into you again. He grinds again, before you adjust the angle, reaching down to guide his cock into you, squeezing the base as he slides in with the same ease as his fingers did, despite his size. Thimble is the funniest nickname for him, you think. You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you by the time he bottoms out in you, full and stifled by him. You feel your chest heave as you adjust to him, and he pauses to give you time. His hand comes up to your ribcage, thumb running along the underside of your chest soothingly, and you nod, giving him the okay to move.

He thrusts into you roughly, as hard and deep as he can possibly go, barely pulling out before thrusting in again. Quickly you can feel your high approaching again, Adrian stretching you out and filling you so totally and completely, the friction between your bodies feeling like the closest thing to heaven you'd believe in. You gasp out his name over and over like a prayer, arching into him to chase your high.

Adrian himself seems like he wont last long either, the way he’s sweating and groaning as he practically wraps himself around you while he fucks you, his rhythm already faltering with his enthusiasm.

“I like you,” he groans, “So. Fucking. Much.”

Your head falls back at the confession, a high pitched moan leaving your lips. He takes that as all the encouragement he needs, his hands reaching down to grab your legs at the knees to pull them up, his thumbs pressed into the back of them as he pushes your knees as close to your shoulders as they will go, and speeds up.

“That's right,” he says, “Let me have it, let go.”

The change in position does it, and you practically scream as your orgasm comes crashing down around you, like the floodgates opening, and stars explode behind your eyelids. Everything is Adrian, Adrian, Adrian.

Adrian follows quickly after, pulling out to release on your stomach, hissing at the cool air when it comes in contact with his cock. He releases your legs, letting them fall down against the duvet, your whole body shaking as you come down from it all. He props himself up on his knees as he moves to push your hair away from your forehead and kiss your face. His hand moves between the two of you, to your stomach to try to wipe his mess off of you. You stop him from reaching for tissues with a hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Lemme taste,” you mumble, and Adrian looks at you with a face full of shock.

“You really are going to be my downfall,” he remarks, but his hand starts to move up your body and closer to your face anyway.

“Can you blame me? I wanted to earlier but you wouldn't let me,” you say with a pout, before taking his fingers into your mouth.

Adrian lets out a stuttered moan as you start to lick and suck, his taste salty and warm on your tongue. You take the digits into your mouth as far as you can, not unlike you did with his cock earlier. Honestly, you'd get addicted to it if he would keep making that noise. You lick his fingers clean, and he pulls them from your mouth gently.

“You are…” he shakes his head, “You are something else.”

“In a good way?” you ask, teasing him, a wry smile starting to grow on your face.

“Yes. Of course,” he replies, completely serious. You let him help clean you up the rest of the way with tissues, and then immediately you pull him back on top of you, this time to cuddle. His head finds his way to rest on your chest and your hand finds its way into his hair to play with the curls. Normally, you'd find this part of it a little gross. You're tired, he's a little sweaty, you both kind of smell like booze; but tonight this is welcome, wanted even.

“I like you too, by the way,” you whisper before pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “If that isn't obvious.”

“I was hoping,” Adrian admits, reciprocating the kiss by pressing his lips to your sternum. Conversation peters out to nothing. You both lay there in silence, moonlight bathing the room in blue, both minds and hearts racing equally, but the four walls humming in quiet stillness.

What now? Does Adrian even do dating? Shit, you hadn't even thought of that, and you can't even think about how you'd navigate this if he doesn't. Maybe you could have saved face if this was just a hookup, but you said it. Your feelings were out there. But his were too, weren't they? I guess it doesn't matter if he doesn't date, you think.

Adrian’s head shoots up from its place on your chest.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice full of concern. You sigh deeply.

“I’m just thinking.”

You look up at the ceiling; since childhood, you'd play a game where you look at the ceiling and try to find patterns. Sometimes you would just trick your brain into seeing something that isn't there.

“Are you regretting this?” concern is laced in his voice, you don't even want to know what his face looks like right now, “Do you want me to take you home?”

You shake your head immediately.

“No, Adrian,” you sigh, “I don't.”

“Then what is it?”

Adrian lifts himself up, resting on his elbow to look at you. His hand comes up to touch your cheek awkwardly, not completely comforting, but you lean into the touch anyway.

Fuckit, you might as well put all your cards on the table.

“Will this go anywhere?”

“You mean like… this?” he asks, and you finally look at him as he’s pointing between the two of you. You nod, feeling like you want to hide.

“Cowgirl, look at me,” he commands, the hand on your cheek guiding your face towards his.

“Let's make a verbal agreement right now to only kiss each other, and I’ll be the best boyfriend ever, and we’ll have hot hot sex every night and watch Fargo together every week from now on.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’d like that.”

Adrian smiles widely, and lets himself fall back on top of you, hugging you tightly.

“Fuck yeah,” Adrian half-shouts, muffled by the pillow near your head. He squeezes you tightly, and then lifts himself back up.

“Gimme ten minutes and I’m gonna rock your world again, babe,” he says, all giddy smiles.

An idea pops into your head, and you take his face in your hands.

“Why don't we make it a video?"

#adrian chase x reader

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