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mlm-writer · 7 months ago

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Lessons (Adrian Chase x M!Reader)

Pairing: Sub!Adrian Chase (Peacemaker ver.) x Dom!Cis!Male!Reader Rating: Explicit (and beyond) Words: 5140 (wtf) POV: Second Summary: Kinky sex with your boyfriend Adrian Chase. What else can I say? Note: I am back into writing smut and jfc I went all out huh. Tags: dom/sub, consent <3, impact play, anal sex, sex toys, facefucking, dacryphilia, choking, double penetration, ass to mouth, titty/pecs fucking, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation, masochist Adrian (would be weird if he wasn't), edging, overstimulation, orgasm torture and some fluffy love (to balance it out i guess)

Things happened fast. One moment you were on the couch watching Star Trek. The next your boyfriend ran through the door and straddled you. The controller slid off the couch from his swift motions, but the clatter of it hitting the floor went unnoticed. His soft lips devoured you in a way that told you had a bad shift at the pasta restaurant. Your hand ran up his back to weave your fingers into his brown locks. They were already sticking up into every direction and you were not helping it at all. When you gave the messy strand a soft tug, Adrian moaned into your mouth.

His hands roamed over your chest, feeling up your body. He could feel your body heat through the fabric of your tee. After work, he had put on his matching one. While his tongue danced with yours, his hands ran down your torso until it reached the growing length in your sweat pants. He palmed eagerly at it, letting you know what he wanted from you. “Mmm, welcome home,” you murmured against his lips between laboured breaths.

“Please make me scream tonight,” he replied in a desperate whine. His voice triggered something in your brain, luring out a wild animal that rested deep within your psyche. You put your hands underneath his matching tee, running blunt nails over his skin. “Edge me and then raise hell upon me, please,” Adrian whined as he arched into your touch. He pulled away far enough for you to see his wanton expression. He was always like this when work didn’t go as he wished. He craved total submission, hungered for your dominance in a way that made him feel like he was starving if he didn’t get it.

You removed his shirt. “Safeword?” Your lips latched onto one of his nipples, tongue playing with the sensitive bud. Adrian whimpered under your touch. His body responded to even the slightest touch. He craved you physically, psychologically and primally.

“Butterfly, but… can you ignore it?” You raised your head, an eyebrow raised. “I want you to make me regret it when I say it. I want you to mock me for not being able to take it. Show me no mercy.” He was grinding against your cock. You could see the muscles in his torso ripple with each movement. You never even thought of this, but now he begged you to, you couldn’t help but imagine it. Adrian noticed the hesitation on your face though. “Okay, okay, let’s talk about that when I’m not about to die from horniness. Just fuck me hard and rough right now and only stop if I use the safeword, like… I want to get fucked unconscious and then used while unconscious, get it?”

It was like he was in heat, but you could agree to these new terms. Adrian had an insatiable appetite for pleasure so intense it felt like pain, and pain so intense it felt like pleasure. He loved when the lines blurred until they were merged. “Fine, take these off.” You tugged at the belt loops of his jeans. Adrian crawled out of your lap to get rid of the rest of his clothes, too eager to get down and dirty to put on a show for you. He was almost panting from excitement once he stood bare before you, his cock hard between his legs. He awaited your command. “Now go to the bedroom. I want you bent over the bed.” He nodded with bated breath, running buttnaked to the bedroom. You followed after him, leaving yourself dressed for now. You took your time, smirking when you entered your bedroom to see Adrian’s beautiful round ass on display. His hole was gaping a little, red and puffy. “Someone prepared for me,” you mused as you admired his arched spine. His hands were below him, gripping the sheets. Glasses sat askew on his face, but he'd rather be inconvenienced by them, than miss even a second of the sight of you, whenever he was allowed to have it.

His anticipation was palpable in the citrus-scented air in your bedroom. You took a belt off the chair of clothes and folded it in half. You could see he heard your belt buckle. He was bracing himself for impact. “Relax, my darling,” you cooed as you ran the leather of the belt down his spine. As soon as he had followed your command, you let the leather hit his perfect derrière. A loud snap filled the otherwise quiet privacy of your room. “You should be ashamed,” you scoffed as his breath hitched upon impact. “You were at work thinking of me, weren’t you? Between there and getting home, you even fingered yourself to prepare for me.” You hit him again, painting his pale skin red. “And the first thing you do once you see me is beg me to fuck you within an inch of your life. It’s…” whack, “pa…” whack “the…” whack “tic.” Whack.

Adrian was shaking from the repeated hits with the belt. His knuckles were white. You saw his cock hanging heavy between his legs, precum threatening to stain the carpeted floor. He moaned in response to your words. He couldn’t put two syllables together for a moment. “I am,” he eventually whispered, “I should be punished. Remind me of the consequences of being a slut.” He wiggled his red ass for you, begging for more. You hit him again, telling him to speak up. His eyes were rolled back as he whined loudly: “please punish me.”

You hit him a few more times, before wrapping the belt around his throat. You held onto one end as if it was a leash. Adrian was already crying, the tears pooling in his eyes, the line between pleasure and pain as vague as his moans. You ran your nails over his back, leaving red lines that matched the discolouration of his ass. He was gasping and moaning in response, body taught and shivering under you. When your hand reached his ass, you dug your fingers into the reddish purple flesh. His body convulsed, limbs trembling with processing all the sensory input. You tugged on the belt to raise his head a little. Leaning closer, you whispered into his ear: “Hold your cheeks apart.” You then let go and opened the drawer where you kept your toys. One of them was a thin riding corp. When you turned to Adrian, he was quivering on the bed, two hands on his cheeks to expose his pink asshole to you.

The visual made your pants tight and your heart hammer in your chest. You ran the end of the corp over his crack. “I am going to spank this pretty hole and I want you to keep count. Do not disappoint me.” Adrian whimpered a soft confirmation, before he cried out each time the leather made contact with his sensitive hole. His screams echoed off the walls, enveloping you in his torture. After 21 hits, you thought he had enough. “How many was that?”

Adrian was panting, every muscle in his body taunt. His hole was so red. “Twenty-one,” he replied shakily. You reached for his hands, forcing them to let go of his beautiful rear. He held your hand for a few seconds. You let him breathe, waiting until he let go of your hands and placed them on the sheets.

“Well done,” you praised him, watching those two words make him shudder with pleasure. He revelled in every words coming from your lips. You kneeled behind him and scooted underneath him. You ran your tongue over his weeping cock. His salty juices covered your tongue, perfect to savour. He gasped at the sudden contact, heart pounding in his ears. With each lick, his senses bursted with pleasure and his scent and taste filled yours.

Then your lips wrapped around him to suck on the head. Adrian wailed, fists clenching the sheets as he bucked into your mouth. “Ah, please… thank you? Oh my god, I don’t know,” he cried as his brain tried to process what was happening. He let out a long groan, burying his face in the mattress. “I’m gonna cum!” His muffled scream rang out, followed by a frustrated groan, when you removed your mouth. You watched him buck into the air, whining from being denied his climax. You were pretty sure his tears were staining the sheets by now.

After he relaxed, you wrapped your mouth around him again. You edged him twice more, revelling in his sharp intakes of breath and pathetic whines. He was quivering with desperation when you got up to retrieve another toy from your special drawer. “Sit down on the bed,” you ordered with your back towards him. You heard him get comfortable on the bed. When you turned around with the 8 inch dildo, he was sitting crisscross applesauce with puppy eyes begging you to touch him again. When his eyes drifted down to the object in your hand, his lips fell apart. “Give me a show,” you lasciviously whispered as you handed the dildo over to him. You sat down at the end of the bed, eyes trained on him, on his heaving chest, on the flush that turned his pretty pale skin rosy.

Adrian wrapped his lips around the toy, holding eye contact while he bobbed his head on it. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes while he did his best sucking it all in. He moaned around the length, letting the humiliation of doing this in front of you fuel his desire. You scoff at him and roughly pull the toy from his hands. “Such a useless slut. You can't even deepthroat it.” You placed the dildo with the suction cup onto the nightstand and grabbed Adrian by his hair. You pulled him off the bed and onto his knees in front of the nightstand. With a tight grip on his brown locks, you forced his head down on the dildo. He gagged violently, but didn't fight back. He let you facefuck him, let his spit dribble down onto the dark wood, let his pathetic, slimy noises fill the room. His muscles flexed for you each time he gagged, but even with those bulging muscles, he was nothing but a helpless sex doll for you.

You pulled him off the dildo to catch his breath, only to spit onto his face. “If you're going to be a little slut, at least be good at it,” you degraded him, before pushing him down again, making him take it balls deep. You held him down with his nose pressed against the spit-stained wood. Your other hand reached underneath him to edge his weeping cock. Adrian gagged and choked, but he was approaching the edge rapidly. He left a wet mess on the nightstand with both his spit and snot. He was crying, face on fire from the humiliation, but he loved it. He was far gone, head a delectable type of empty. You watched him squirm and moan, taking mercy on him eventually. You took your hands off him. He came up for air, coughing and gasping while snot was running down his face. “I'm doing you a favour, training you like this. Are you going to thank me or not?”

He took a deep breath, sobbing as he finally squeezed the words out of his throat. “Thank you for making me a good slut,” he sniffed hoarsely. You ran your fingers through his damp hair, giving his scalp light scratches as a reward. He relaxed in your touch. The world was fuzzy for him. Everything but you was out of focus. You took your shirt off, using it to wipe his face. The gentle touches reminded you both that you loved him and he loved you. This was all play, it was safe, it was fun, it was just you and him.

“That's better. Now show me that you've learned how to be a proper slut.” You pointed at the dildo. Your words helped him realise the intermezzo was over. He obeyed readily within his capabilities. He wasn't fucking his face as quick as you had, but he was taking it to the base. You gentle clean up became undone rapidly as he did his best to satisfy your demands. You rewarded his hard work with two lubed fingers inside his sore ass. He let out a muffled moan in response. “Faster baby,” you encouraged him as you curled your fingers inside him. The stretch was painful, judging by the high-pitched moan coming from your boyfriend, but he took it well. He sped up, but you noticed he was getting sloppy with how deep he was taking it. “Deeper. I thought I taught you to take it to the balls.” You punished his lapse in performance with a third finger inside his painfully stretched ass.

Adrian’s pretty eyes were watering as he struggled with following your commands. He hissed through the pain, muscles spasming as they tried to process the onslaught of sensations. You knew you found his prostate, judging by how he clenched down when you rubbed at a particular spot. You edged him with your fingers deep inside him, while he drooled all over the silicone cock in his mouth. “You’re doing so well for me baby. Be a good boy and thank me with your mouth full.”

Adrian shivered as your voice penetrated the wet, sloppy symphony of his self-induced facefucking. He pressed his nose against the nightstand and started mumbling ‘thank you’ repeatedly, until he gagged on the dildo. He only pulled back a little bit briefly, then got back to following your orders. It was not like you could actually make out the words he was trying to articulate with his throat stuffed, but you understood them nonetheless.

After you edged him one last time, you got up and grabbed him by his hair again. Sweat had started to accumulate on those dark locks, making them feel wet. You pulled his head up and pulled the dildo off the nightstand. “You sound like a proper whore now, but that’s just one hole you’ve learned how to use properly.” You slapped his face with the dildo, watching his tear-stained face shining more with the addition of his saliva slapped onto his flushed cheeks.

“Please teach me, sir. I want to serve all of you,” Adrian rasped out, sounding like his throat had been well-used. You manhandled him to bend over the vanity. Your cock was straining in your pants, but you did not want to give it to him yet. After a small addition of lube, you pushed the dildo all the way inside, pushing harder when you were met with resistance. Adrian gasped. You could see his pleasure-laced agony through the mirror as he jolted from the sensations. “Hurts, please sir, it hurts…” You ignored his pleas and forcefully moved the dildo inside him.

Adrian felt violated. His body bucked and writhed from the pain, which spread through his body like a wildfire. His whole body felt aflame and the thin layer of sweat covering him could not keep up with the heat that needed to be released from his body. In spite of all this, he could not beg you to stop. He didn’t want you to. He wanted to be used more, used by you only, made into your perfect slut, a perfect toy good for fucking and using. He bit his lips to muffle the screams that threatened to leave him. Thick tears poured down his messy face.

When Adrian stopped telling you it hurts, you knew he could handle more. You unzipped your pants; the relief of having your hard length freed was immediate. One hand held the dildo still inside Adrian. He used the moment to breathe deeply, while you fumbled to pour lube over your cock. After a few strokes to spread the clear liquid, you pushed the base of the dildo up and forced your cock along the underside of the silicone. Adrian’s eyes went wide. His shocked visage stared at you through the mirror. He looked so cute as you double penetrated him with the dildo and your own cock. It was tight, the warm toy nothing compared to Adrian’s scorching walls. Your boyfriend was desperately trying to relax to make the fucking easier, but every time you drove your cock in, your abdomen pushed the base of dildo further in as well and the dual sensation made Adrian moan and scream. His eyes squeezed closed, teeth bared as he clenched his jaw.

You bent your body over his, putting your hands on the shaking vanity. “Don’t cum. If you do, I will shove this dildo back in your mouth. You really want the taste of your filthy ass on your tongue?” Adrian whined in a way that made it uncertain whether he didn’t like the idea or craved it like he craved your cock in his ass. Then Adrian hurled you to the edge as well. His tongue fell out of his mouth, eyes rolling back. The ahegao entertaining you through the mirror was a hundred percent intentional and Adrian knew damn well what it did to you. Two could play that game. You forced your hands between his chest and the vanity, fondling his pecs.

Adrian’s escapades as Vigilante did amazing things for his physique. Your favourite feature was definitely that well-sculpted chest. An idea crossed your mind and you pulled out. The dildo fell out of Adrian’s gaping hole as well, leaving your good boy shuddering and humping the vanity in desperation. “No, no, please, I’m sorry, sorry, what did I do? Please,” Adrian panicked at the sudden lack of skin contact. You slapped his sore ass to shut him up long enough to get a word in.

“Relax, my precious slut.” You ran a hand up his back until you could grab his shoulder and lift his upper body off the vanity. “You’re such a good boy.” Adrian was wobbly on his legs as he followed your touch like a lost puppy. You pushed him onto the bed and straddled his upper body. “And my good boy works so hard.” You ran your hands over his pecs, before pushing them together. Adrian understood and replaced your hands with his, so you could slot your cock between his muscular pecs. “All that hard work so you can be titty fucked like a common bitch.” Adrian lifted his head, trying to lick the tip of your cock as you grind your cock over his chest. He did not seem to mind at all that you just fucked his ass.

You edged yourself there, enjoying the soft, sweaty skin against your cock. As much as you would have loved to paint his face with your cum, you preferred filling him up. When you thought Adrian had enough of a break, you sat down with your back against the headboard. Adrian followed after you, putting himself in your lap and grinding his gaping hole against your leaking cock. “Please, may I?” Adrian leaned forward as if he was going to kiss you, then stopped himself at the last moment. He kept begging for your cock, while being hesitant about what he was allowed to do. Eventually, you gave him a sliver of mercy and kissed him. He was hungry for your lips, letting you do everything to him but pull away. When you almost ran out of air, you grabbed him by the throat and pushed his face away from yours.

“Ok fine. Show me how good of a cockslut you are. If you can make me cum, I may let you cum too.” Adrian tried to nod, but you had a good grip on his throat. He could breathe, but none of the oxygen was reaching his brain. His head felt all fuzzy as he lowered himself down onto your rigid length. When he bottomed out, you released him. He gasped and like he received a kickstart, he started riding you with his slick hole. Desperate eyes were locked onto yours as his sinful body worked to receive your seed.

You couldn’t hold his gaze, his bouncing chest too magnetic. Without any control over it, you found yourself mouthing at his chest, biting and licking his sensitive nipples. You could feel him leaking precum onto your abdomen. His nails dug into your shoulders, ass clenching around your throbbing cock. You were about to remind him that he needed to wait for permission to cum, but Adrian seemed to already know what you were going to say. “I won’t cum, sir. I won’t. I’m good. Good whore. Good slut. Good toy. Good boy- fuck I’m a good boy.” His head was thrown back as he was babbling on and on. “Please fill me up sir. Please, please, breed me. Mark your cumslut with your cum.” He was clawing at your back, tethering on the edge.

His vocal desperation snapped the band that had been holding you together. A groan emanated from deep within as you pulled him down onto your cock. A string of swears left your lips as you pumped rope after rope of cum into your boyfriend. Feeling you cum, Adrian couldn’t hold it. “No, no… No!” He cried as he quivered on your length, his cum shooting all over you, reaching your clavicle. Adrian felt like a volcano, exploding uncontrollably and destroying all he worked so hard for. Once the climax had wrecked through his body like a devastating earthquake, he collapsed against you, breathing heavily and sobbing.

In spite of his own disappointment, his heart hammered in anticipation of the punishment you would dish out. You needn’t remind him what he did wrong. With one push he was lying on his back on the bed. You mounted his head, shoving your cum-stained cock into his mouth. Every slide inside his warm mouth was overstimulating, but you were determined to teach him a lesson with a rough throatfuck. He sucked eagerly on it, cleaning off your length with a happy hum. You press his nose against your body and look over your shoulder. “You’re hard again from getting facefucked?” You pulled out and slapped his face. “This is not a reward.”

Adrian gasped for breath. “Sorry sir,” he muttered. It was all he could do. He was fucked out, but you were not done with him yet. It was time for more toys from your special drawer. Adrian was like a pliant doll as you made him kneel on the bed and cuffed his hands behind his back. The buttplug slid in easily. With the remote you turned it on, skipping the build up and going right to the highest setting. Adrian’s droopy eyes shot wide open in surprise.

You turn on the wand vibrator on its lowest setting and kneel in front of him to press it to the tip of his cock. “All that talk about being a good slut, but you’re so useless. You don’t even know what permission to cum sounds like.” Adrian whined incoherently in response. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. I’ll make sure even a dumb cockwhore like you will understand.” Adrian trembled as he nodded his head in understanding. You then turned the wand all the way up and pressed it against his cock. “Cum. Now.”

Adrian was not prepared to get the command so soon. The vibrations were so much they were borderline painful. He screamed as his orgasm ripped through him and just before it did, you removed the wand. Cum erupted from his denied cock. Adrian seemed to try to say something, but none of the sounds leaving him could be considered words. He almost fell face first in the bed. You caught him and pressed the wand against his cock again. “I’m going to count down from ten. When I say zero, you cum, understand?” Adrian hummed.

“10…” Adrian was choking on air, gasping and whimpering in your arms as his whole body tried to progress the onslaught of stimulation. “9…” The line between pleasure and pain had become non-existent; the wand brought him closer to orgasm all the while hurting his poor spent cock. Every muscle in Adrian’s body was tensed up, flexing to keep the next orgasm at bay, while also allowing himself to get back to the edge. “8…” His vision was blurred with tears, head dizzy on pleasure. Through parted, gasping lips he babbled non-existent words. “7…” Whatever happened at work today, it was long forgotten and maybe Adrian could not even recount everything that happened tonight come morning. “6…”

Your hand caressed over his back. You felt him tremble in your hold. He was all yours. All yours to play with, to command, to ruin. “5…” Each count had a long pause between them. You kissed the side of his head, doting on him while you destroyed his soul. “4…” Adrian was in for a surprise. Those last counts came rapidly. “3, 2, 1, 0, cum now. Hurry up.” You removed the wand from his cock. Adrian surrendered his orgasm to you. Sweat dripped down his brow as he clenched on the buttplug still buzzing right on his prostate. He let out an ecstasy-filled scream as the orgasm shook him to the core.

You let him go and push him backwards onto the bed. You grab his overstimulated cock and stroke it with your rough hand. He cried out and tried to squirm away from you. “No, please, I can’t, not anymore,” he begged as you grabbed him by the waist and held him in place. He gritted his teeth and you let go when you saw his cock twitch as if it was trying to shoot cum again. Nothing left him. He was completely milked dry.

Your hand slowed down, giving him tight, languid strokes. “Does my pathetic whore understand now when he’s allowed to cum?” Adrian nodded as he squirmed under you. He was breathing like a dog, drawing breath into his roughed up throat. His watery eyes looked at you with a mixture of fear and arousal.

“Yes, thank you for teaching me, sir,” he slurred between gasps and whimpers. He was a complete mess, wrecked and ruined, but your cock was longing for him again. You helped to get his legs from under him and then removed the buttplug. Adrian seemed to be grateful, but it didn’t last long.

“Good, then you have permission to cum whenever you want.” The fear seemed to win from the arousal when those words left you. You pushed your throbbing length into his puffy asshole. You blindly reached for the wand so you could press it against the head of his semi-hard cock. Adrian wrapped his legs around you, moans coming out as a high-pitched staccato. You fucked him as you pleased, chuckling darkly as you set the wand back to its highest setting. “What? Can’t cum now you have free reign?”

Adrian’s whole body was shaking. You could see his arms flex, probably struggling in the cuffs that trapped his hands between his back and the mattress. “Please, it’s too soon. I can’t. Please, sir, please.” His back arched, telling you a different story. There was a storm brewing inside of him and he feared the maelstrom of pleasure that was to come.

You leaned down to give him a quick peck on the lips. Adrian melted into the brief show of affection. “Just one more. You can do it for me, baby.” The sudden gentleness in combination with the punishing pace of your hips scrambled Adrian’s brain. His mouth fell open in a silent scream as another orgasm ripped through him. His body convulsed like he was possessed. You discarded the wand and used your free hands to grab him by the waist, making sure you fucked him through his whole orgasm.

After the high-strung tension of a cataclysmic orgasm, Adrian’s body went completely limp. His eyes had fallen shut and there was not a single sign of consciousness on him. Normally this was the point to stop, but you had not forgotten about Adrian’s request. You pulled out briefly to grab your phone, turning on the camera to film his unconscious form. “Look at yourself, Adrian,” you spoke to the camera. “Covered in tears, spit and cum.” You slapped your cock onto his face, rubbing it over him as you spoke. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? To be fucked unconscious and still get used?” You filmed down his body, letting the camera capture the drying cum on his body. You lifted his legs, showing off his rosy, gaping hole. You caught the close-up view of your cock entering his raw ass. You captured how you used his knocked out body to get off. Your own dirty talking helping you reach your orgasm. You ended your award-deserving film with the sight of your fat cock pulling out, followed by a stream of cum. You push it back in with the buttplug, which had run out of battery by now. “There you go my cumdump. Enjoy waking up tomorrow.” You made a kissy sound and turned off the camera. Before you started on cleanup, you cuddled up to your boyfriend, while you sent him the video with a nice message to wake up to tomorrow.

When the late morning sun woke you up the next morning, you found yourself alone in bed. You groaned and sat up, spotting a glass of water on the nightstand next to you. The ice cubes inside were not completely melted yet. You took a few sips, before clearing your throat. “Adrian!” You called from bed. You heard Adrian’s loud indoor slippers patting down the hallway, before his pretty face opened the door.

“Morning!” He chirped, before nearly jumping onto you. He draped himself over your body and tugged his messy morning hair under your chin; you could smell the coconut shampoo. “You should become a movie director,” he mused while you wrapped your arms around him. You chuckled, feeling relieved with his mood. “How do you feel?” It was a question you should’ve asked him.

You hummed in satisfaction and kissed Adrian on top of his head. “Confused. How are you walking around?” He still had bruises on his neck from both the belt and your hands.

Adrian giggled. “I like the pain.” You rolled your eyes at that reply. You kept cuddling Adrian, feeling reassured that last night was not too much. Maybe it wasn’t even enough. No, it was definitely not enough, because it was apparently 9AM and Adrian was already rambling about the new Dungeons and Dragons lego set. It sounded cool though.

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andr0medafallen · 2 years ago

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Cold, Dead Heart

A/N: Another repost! I was like super depressed and busy for a while, but I will be working on continuing to publish all of my old fics that I intend to publish now, before writing more. I plan on being more active in my writing in the spring when I will be taking less credits. xoxo

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Reader

Warnings: some angst, sexual harassment (someone unconsensually grabs readers ass), canon-typical violence (reader breaks said man's fingers), some hurt/comfort, girlboss reader lmao

Description: Adrian Chase convinces you to go to his high school reunion. You end up not regretting it, although you've got plenty of reasons to.

Word Count: 4.3k

“Adrian, no,” you rejected, mind reeling at the fact that Adrian Chase had thought you would be an acceptable date anywhere, let alone at his High School reunion, despite you having gone to high school thousands of miles away from this hick town. And despite what everyone on the team thought about you being a cold-hearted bitch who hated everything resembling laughter and fun, you did consider Adrian a friend, which is why you intended to spare him of embarrassing himself in front of all of the ex-jocks and backstabbing cheerleaders who he stupidly looked up to. Even if you wanted to be eye candy, which you didn’t, that definitely wasn’t something that you had been trained for in the field, and no amount of looks could make up for your apparent lack of skill and effort in the field of flattery. You’re an FBI agent, not Miss America.

“Whaaaat?” Adrian complained, as though he thought he might be able to change your mind by annoying you enough. “Come on, you only have to be there for like, an hour. Just long enough for people to think I’m cool and that you want to be there. And then I’ll buy you ice cream or clean your guns for a year or–”

“Beyond the fact that it would be severely unprofessional—” You started, before being cut off by his over-eager mouth.

“It wouldn’t be unprofessional! How would it be unprofessional?”

“We work together, Adrian. I outrank you.” You sat on your desk, cleaning your glock with a grey rag turned black by grime and oil. Your current state should have only proved your point further. Not even in the running for Miss Congeniality.

“Uh, no, you don’t, cause I don’t even technically work for the government.”

You scoffed. “Well, you sure work with the government a lot for someone who doesn’t work for the government.”

“I don’t think that you are legally allowed to use the unprofessional excuse unless I actually worked with you though, which I don’t.”

“Oh, I broke the law?” You chuckled. “What are you gonna do, kill me?” A part of you knew that Adrian might not understand that you were joking. But the cold-hearted bitch part figured that making him think that you assumed he would want to murder you for not going to his high school reunion made up for the fact that he was making you sit through this conversation. Maybe it would even get him to leave, although you doubted you had that much luck.

“What? No, I would never kill you. I mean, if you broke a really bad law, like loitering, then maybe. But I don’t think that not using unprofessionalism as an excuse when people don’t work together is actually a law, but maybe it should be.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Right. Well, let me know when they do make it a law. Until then, I will be here. Happily doing things that do not take place in a high school.”

“Come on, pleeeeaaaase,” He begged. “I’ll do anything.”

God. What a stupid, stupid boy. The amount of trust he had in you was anything but inspiring. It was misplaced and idiotic, and he definitely shouldn’t be offering you ‘anything’. Still, his desperation, while misplaced, made butterflies spark up in your gut. “Anything?” You asked, arching a brow.

Adrian’s expression turned, eyes narrowing as he noted your mischievous tone. It was calculated, your manner of speaking, meant to prevent those butterflies from revealing anything, but he didn't know that. “You’re not gonna make me do anything illegal, are you? Cause last time I–”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Adrian. You aren’t fun enough to do anything illegal with.” You lowered your feet off of your shitty metal desk chair, where you’d propped them up while talking to Adrian, and loudly planting them on the floor as you stood up from your seat on your desk, leaning towards Adrian. “Since you are clearly desperate here, I’ll go. Just buy my coffee or something for the next month, I don’t fucking care.”

“Fuck yeah! Wait, is there a catch? Cause sometimes people ask me to things and then they’re like ‘well, actually’--”

“The catch is that you get out of my fucking office and let me finish this mission report.” You grabbed your stapler and threw it at him. Adrian caught it with a giddy smile and skipped out of the room. You hoped he would actually return that stapler at some point, since you had a few stacks of loose paperwork waiting on your desk and no replacement, but you suspected you’d never see it again.

With a sigh, you returned to your gun, working in the oil so ferociously that your hands started to ache. Fuck, you shouldn’t have said yes. A list of possibilities for what could happen on your–would it be considered a date?–were rattling through your mind like an old busted up film reel, and all you could do was hope that you wouldn’t fuck anything up.

~~~

You hadn’t talked to Adrian since you’d agreed to go with him. He’d texted you the details for your arrangement, but other than that, radio silence. On your end, at least. Adrian might not have been chattering your ear off as much as usual, but it was you who conveniently wrapped yourself in paperwork every time he entered your line of sight. A week of not talking, hardly communicating, and now… A night of hopefully not telling any secrets. A night where Adrian Chase will not learn how badly you don’t want to go on this date with him only because you had hoped that your first date with Adrian Chase, the known maniac who you had the biggest, stupidest crush on, would be because he actually liked you and not because he wanted to impress a handful of idiots with something that wasn’t real.

Still, that didn’t stop you from pestering your friend to borrow the perfect outfit because nothing in your closet was quite right, spending an additional hour to get ready after your outfit was chosen, and tolerating the most uncomfortable pair of shoes in your closet because maybe Adrian wanted to impress his all of his ex locker room neighbors and high school buddies, but you sort of wanted to impress Adrian; Even if a part of you was convinced that you were fighting an uphill battle.

Even with all the time you had spent on your appearance, you were ready with time to spare. All there was left to do was sit on the thrift store couch in your living room, trying to distract yourself with the books that were usually scattered on your coffee table; an eclectic arrangement of FBI protocol manuals and the various genres of fiction which you read for pleasure. You were about to give up on trying to make your mind process the information from a heavy sci-fi book that Economos had given you when a much-anticipated knock sounded at the door.

A mixture of relief and anxiety flooded through you as you set the book down (a resonant Whack! sounding from the sheer heft of it) and rushed to open your front door.

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other. Adrian’s cheeks were rosy and he seemed out of breath, which was a bit non-intuitive, given that you could see his Sebring parked in the lot just a floor below your balcony entrance. Ignoring that though, you had to admit that he looked good. Well, you always thought he looked good, but he looked really, really good tonight. He was dressed to the semi-casual dress code in a black cable turtle-neck which he’d partially tucked into his brown corduroys. Even though it wasn’t very far off from what you’d seen of him in civilian clothes, a part of it surprised you. You’d never actually seen him in anything other than his Vigilante gear and the nerdy shit he wears on CVS runs.

After what felt like eons of simply looking at each other, it was you who broke the silence with a quiet, “Hey.”

It seemed to sufficiently snap him out of his thoughts. “Hi! Hey. You look really good. Like stupid fucking good.”

“Oh. Thanks. Gotta impress your buddies, right?” You chuckled nervously. Were you imagining the way Adrian’s face fell when you said that? Probably just projecting, right? “You look really good too. I’ve never seen you…”

“Oh, yeah. I figured I couldn’t wear the Vigilante uniform, so.” You giggled at this, and his smile did a much better job at lighting the entryway to your apartment than your porch light ever had.

“I like your Vigilante costume,” you chided, exiting your doorway and locking your door behind the two of you before hesitantly tucking your arm around Adrian’s.

When you approached his car, Adrian opened the passenger door for you before hurrying around the front of the car to sit behind the wheel on the driver's side. You were grateful when he started the car and the heater rumbled on, warm air blasting towards you; It was a cool autumn night and the dress which you had chosen for yourself wasn’t doing a lot as far as warmth was concerned.

The ride to the high school of Adrian’s teenage years was short, and filled with the heavy base of the 11th Street Kids, volume all the way up. As nervous as you were for the coming event, it didn’t take much for Adrian to get you laughing and singing along.

“There’s no wrong time to rock, baby!” Adrian yelled over the tinny speakers of the sebring, hitting the steering wheel with the palm of his hand along with the beat. You burst out into laughter, trying to ignore the way your stomach fluttered with butterflies at being called ‘baby’.

Either way, you still made him turn it down when you approached the school. It hardly seemed like a fancy reunion, terribly appropriate for a town like Evergreen, but if Adrian was intent on impressing people, you figured he might as well not ruin it before it began by blasting music at levels that would give premature hearing problems even to the people outside of the car.

Once he had parked, he jogged around the car to open your door for you, speed likely prompted by his suspicion that you wouldn't let him. It was something that Chris always used to try during stakeouts. He happened to stop that a while ago, definitely not because you would always wait until his hand reached the handle to pop it open and slam it into his gut. The memory (or lack thereof, because it is definitely something you had never done) still made you smile. But you weren’t planning on doing that to Adrian. Not when you were on a date and –you had a massive crush on him– he promised to pay you in full with beautifully overpriced oat milk lattes.

So yes, you let him open your door, and take your hand, and do all of the things that you never let anyone else do. You were conscious of your reputation—you couldn’t help it, not with the type of people you worked with—but right now… Tonight, you know that everything is fake. Artificially constructed to present a picture that isn’t there, that isn’t true. But tonight, you are going to pretend that it is true, because you can, and because after everything that you’ve been through with Adrian–with the butterflies (the literal ones, not the metaphorical ones), the bullet wounds, waking up everyday afraid because you’re constantly putting your life on the line—you felt that you deserved this. Or at least, you deserved to be able to pretend.

The two of you were hand in hand entering the gymnasium. Palms connected, your free hand cradling his arm. The lights are dim, a cliche high school disco ball hanging in the middle of the room. It smelled the way every school gymnasium smells; That sort of waxy, wrestler sweat smell that can never be explained too well, but always seems to permeate the area.

The woman at the booth checked you in, placing a stamp on the back of both of your hands. She gave you a toothy grin, full of kindness as she asked, “Different graduating year?”

You chuckled, returning her warmth. “Not a local.” You’re certain that she’ll be spreading that bit of small town gossip around, but you can’t seem to manage any hard feelings.

It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. The lights weren’t too bright, the music not too loud, and you’re holding Adrian Chase’s hand.

Adrian led you to what seemed like his group of high school friends. The sort of D&D type that you’d have expected him to hang out with. Maybe a little awkward, but not trying nearly as hard as the ‘popular kids’; a trait you can appreciate. God, are you reinforcing high school stereotypes in a building full of adults? Yet another reason that you didn’t go to your own high school reunion.

Adrian started to make his introductions, naming everyone one by one, because of course that is something he would remember. Adrian knew your middle name before you’d even been formally introduced.

“Sonia, Oliver, Jack, Gini, this is…”

Before anyone else could notice Adrian’s hesitation, you jumped in with a smile, “I’m Adrian’s girlfriend. It’s nice to meet you all.” Maybe you weren’t Miss Congeniality, but you were professionally trained in lying.

That elicited quite the reaction from the group. The excited giggles and ecstatic welcomes make you think this might not have been an awful idea after all. You don’t even really mind the whistles or congratulations toward a blushing Adrian. The group trailed back into their previous conversation after a bit, and you nudged Adrian with your elbow..

“I’m gonna go grab some punch, want some?” You whispered when he looked over at you with his smiling eyes.

His brows furrowed. “Are you sure? I can go with you—”

“I’ll be fine, Adrian,” you insisted. You needed a bit of a break from people, and fetching spiked punch seemed to be the popular way to do that in all the movies, but you really did want Adrian to be able to catch up with his friends. They seemed kind, and genuine. “Have fun. I’ll be back in a minute, pinky promise.”

You reached your pinky out towards him and he wrapped his own around yours. Before he got the chance to separate, you pressed your thumb against his, making a little goofy kiss sound. Before you could see his responding blush, you turned away toward the punch table, making your exit.

When you arrived at the infamous high school punch bowl, you didn’t even have time to grab cups before you felt a hand touch your shoulder. Your heart rate sped up and you spun, slugging the perpetrator in the arm when you realized it was just Chris.

“Jesus, fucking sneaky, asshole, what are you doing here?” You asked, covering your momentary panic with irritation.

“You’re the one who went to High School in Gotham, what’re you doing here?” Chris responded, a juvenile mimic of your own question.

“If I wanted you to badger my own shit back at me I’d play uno.”

Chris split into a grin; a shit-eating, ear to ear grin. “You’re on a date!”

“Who cares? And why the hell do you find that so hard to believe?” You asked defensively

Chris snorted. “It’s not. Just funny that you ditched your date to hang out at the punch table.”

You scowled. “I didn’t ditch my date, I’m just getting punch. For me and my date. And I swear to God, Smith, if you spiked it, I will put that on your permanent record,” you warned, grabbing one of the plastic cups sitting at the table. The threat was an empty one. Honestly you kind of hoped he had spiked it.

“I didn’t spike it!” you still look thoroughly unamused in front of him, arms crossed. “Jesus, no room in your cold dead heart to believe me?” Chris kissed three fingers on his right hand and raised them up in front of himself. “Scouts honor.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s the fucking Hunger Games thing, Chris.” You ladled some of the red liquid into your cup and took a sip, disappointedly disappointed when you didn’t taste the warmth of alcohol. Just your average watered down punch.

You were about to say something more, about how you wouldn’t be surprised if Chris really was in boy scouts and never learned that, or some dry humor about how you liked to think that Chris was intentionally obtuse but was more likely just stupid, when you felt a stranger's hand grabbing your ass, followed by a loud, obnoxious voice shouting “EY YO, NICE MEAT CHRIS!!!!”

To his credit, Chris squared up, ready to have your back against this asshole. You were quicker to the punch, though, grabbing the hand of your perpetrator and twisting so hard that he was nearly toppled by his own weight. You zeroed in on him. Tall, bulky, wearing a letterman's jacket. Some high school has-been who thought that the tacky Las Vegas flask he brought made him cool. Apparently he felt the same way about harassing women, like it was some way to level him up from basic boring misogynist to super misogynist.

“Wow, that was really funny, wasn’t it?” You ask him, saccharinely sarcastic while twisting his arm harder.

“No!” He yelped, trying to alleviate your grip on him. “No, it wasn’t,” You wished you had it in you to feel sorry for what a fucked up loser this guy was, but you didn’t. Anyways, an apology given out of fear doesn’t mean anything, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want to fuck him up a little just to see how he felt about it.

“Oh…You’re probably right. It was in bad taste, wasn’t it?” You asked sweetly. “It would probably be best to leave after doing something like that, huh? After all, we wouldn’t want anyone prosecuted on the count of sexually assaulting a Federal Agent, that would be way too crazy for a town like Greendale!”

You dropped the sweet facade, whispering in his ear, “If you think about trying that shit with anyone ever again, please remember that I have a gun and access to most government databases,” before dropping him to the floor.

It was then that the panic flooded through you. Everything you had just done had been done in reaction to what was happening, but you could see past the adrenaline now and all you could think about was the consequences, which you really didn’t want to face. You didn’t want to see Adrian’s expression as he realized that you’d done the exact opposite of what he wanted, and you didn’t want all of the missed opportunities to make Adrian get coffee with you. And you also didn’t want to always be the outsider, but you seemed to be consistently bad at fulfilling that goal. It was so stupid, but after spending most of your life constantly moving around due to reassignment after reassignment, you had hoped that you could find a home here. Instead you’d just made yourself the town gossip. You’d probably wind up in the morning paper tomorrow. “Crazy Jackass Assaults Local.”

You don’t know how long you stood there, glaring at the man you’d injured and forced to the floor, before you felt a hand on your elbow. Your head jerked towards it to find Adrian. He was absolutely fuming. He had this look in his eyes that always assured you he was about to do something stupid—what, you weren’t yet sure yet, but you didn’t particularly want to find out, so you grabbed him by the arm and hauled ass out of the gym. There was a crowd of concerned model citizens surrounding Mr. Hasbeen, but as you walked out the front doors, you noticed the check in lady give you a discreet thumbs up. You felt a sort of relief, knowing that at least somebody vindicated you.

You didn’t stop walking until you reached the school gardens—a sort of compilation of shrubbery with a creepy statue of some sort of town leader pushing it over the border of boring into just damn strange.

When you stopped, Adrian finally opened his mouth, starting with, “I’m gonna fucking kill him,” sliding right off the tip of his tongue as if he’d been waiting to say it.

You stepped in front of him, blocking the very real possibility of him ditching you to follow through with that claim. “No, you’re not. I–”

“He fucking–” He swallowed, like thinking of made him want to puke or punch something. Like it hurts him as much as it hurts you. “You said it yourself! He broke the law. No amount of–”

“Adrian, I dealt with it, just drop it!” You yelled. This did silence him, his face twisting into the hurt expression you sometimes see when he’s arguing with Chris. When he starts pretending that he doesn’t have any feelings, even though they are written all over his face. You sighed and sat on a faded wooden bench that was placed right in front of the statue, black heels skimming the ground. “I’m sorry. I know you were trying to impress your peers or whatever, and I ruined that.”

Adrian stopped in his tracks from where he was pacing a few yards in front of you. His hands were clenched into fists as his head snapped towards you. “You think I care about that?” His voice was just a little higher than normal, eyebrows a little too drawn.

“I…yes? That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?. That's why you asked me to come, to impress all of your–”

“That’s not why you’re here.” It was quiet. A loaded statement that you didn’t know how to respond to, and didn’t have the time or understanding to unpack. It was spoken so quietly that anyone else might have missed it, but not you.

Your eyes and nose stung, like you were about to get a bloody nose. Or, a drastically worse possibility, about to cry. “I don’t understand.”

“I—” Adrian resumed his pacing. “I just said that! Y’know, when you just say something cause it’s convenient, even if it isn’t really true? But that's–I wanted you to come cause I like you. A lot. Which—I’m sorry, because I know that you don’t really like it when people like you, but I do. And believe me, if I knew that Ricky Feld was gonna do that then I never would’ve–” He stopped in front of you, kneeling, with his gaze looking up and centered on your face. His eyes were so earnest, like they carried an ocean of pain—of anger—which understood your own. “I am never going to let anyone touch you like that ever again. Never.”

The two of you just stared at each other. You didn’t know if it was for moments or for a millennia, and the foggy night sky above you betrayed nothing.

When Adrian finally opened his mouth to speak, to take everything back, you whispered, “You like me?”

Adrian gulped. “I…yeah. I know it’s unprofessional or whatever cause we kind of work together and I know that you don’t want that, but I can’t help it, and I really didn’t want to go to this thing alone so I convinced you to go with me, and you look so pretty, by the way. Did I mention you look pretty? You do. And I don’t fucking care that you twisted that guys arm off while everyone was watching. I mean it was kind of hot, but you don’t have to apologize. You didn’t ruin anything. I mean, I wish you would let me kill him, but… Yeah, I like you. So, I guess I should be the one who’s sorry cause–”

You cut him off, your lips attaching to his, your hands grabbing his face and pulling him close to you. your bodies were so fully entangled in that high school garden, your legs wrapped around his waist as he remained kneeling before you, on the bench in front of him. It was Adrian who finally pulled away, wiping your cheek with his thumb.

“You’re crying,” he told you, nervousness etched on his face.

You wiped at them with your sleeve, a technique you picked up at a young age to disguise tears from classmates. Didn’t seem to ever work that well, though. “I’m sorry. It’s not you. Well, it is you, kind of. It’s been…a lot, today. But I like you too, Adrian. A lot. And I’m willing to split the coffee bill two ways if you’ll still agree to go to that coffee place on Main with me.” You say it like it’s a joke, but you’re hardly joking. It’s all you could possibly want for him to say yes.

Adrian leaned in towards you. He smelled like almond and saffron, a departure from the usual sweat and gunsmoke smell that he had as Vigilante. He pulled you towards him by the waist, your breath mingling with his at the empty space between your lips.

“8 am, Monday, Edge Coffee. If you’re not there then I’ll show Adebayo the picture of you playing with her dog that you told me not to show anyone. And we’re not splitting the bill.” You could feel the heat from Adrian’s breath spread across your face as he said this, every part of you (cold dead heart included), warmed by his body, words, and actions. You closed what distance was left between the two of you (which wasn’t very much distance at all), lips pressing against his in what you hoped was reassurance, expressing the love you had for him that you couldn’t possibly begin to tell him about.

“I’ll be there.”

#Adrian Chase x reader #Peacemaker fanfic #reader insert #Adrian Chase fluff #Adrian Chase angst #my writing

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vigilante-fangirl · 2 years ago

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My self interest oc! She’s what I based a lot of (Y/N) off of. But only her costume is the real canon thing

Her hero name is spectra and she likes harcourt the way Vig LOVES Peacemaker

I baby girled Adrian too much I know 😭 mans is 30

#adrian chase #peacemaker #vigilante peacemaker #self insert #oc #self insert oc #vigilante #vigilante x you #vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #art #my art #gal’s opinions

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vigsilantes · 7 months ago

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coffee and hair dye (adrian chase x gn reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader Summary: You’re dying your hair to match your suit color and Adrian wants you dye a bit of his hair to match yours. Word Count: 3.1k Tags: established relationship, reader-insert, gender-neutral pronouns, post-canon, idiots in love, mild smut, domestic fluff, comfort, fluff and smut A/N: this was inspired by Nadja and Laszlo and their matching hair from what we do in the shadows if you know what i’m referencing ily

~masterlist~ | >>>(read on ao3)<<<

Last night’s supposed "small" mission turned into a rather difficult and tiring one. Nothing went wrong, but the targets were far more skilled than research proved, and they kicked your asses. Then you guys kicked their asses. Though it was a rather fast fight, and you won, you all were roughed up and totally depleted. The complicated night prompted Emilia to generously give everyone the next night off. Well, all the bickering and complaining by the team in the van prompted Emilia to give the night off. And that bickering was worth it because you and Adrian finally have a night off together, you both haven’t had one in a very long time. Though you two were quite beaten up from the mission, you planned to make the best of it.

After sleeping until 11, you and Adrian felt the urge to get out of bed. He was making it hard to leave bed though, as his whole body was wrapped around yours, and his head was nuzzled perfectly in the back of your neck. Fortunately, it’s Saturday, you already had the day off from work. However, Adrian wasn’t so lucky and in fact had to go to Fennel Fields in a few hours.

You sigh, “I think we should get out of bed; you have work, maybe you can shower, and I’ll make us coffee?” you suggest. Adrian hummed into your neck.

“Babe,” he paused, his voice still raspy from sleep. He groaned as he lifted his arm away from you to grab his phone from the nightstand. He tapped the screen and put his phone to his ear, “I am not leaving this bed,” he raised his brows, you blushed while you turned over to fully face him. After a pause his eyes light up and he slightly cleared his throat, “Hey, this is Adrian, sorry, I won’t be able to make it today, I woke up with a horrible cold,” he adds in a few fake coughs, then slyly smiles, “I’ve thrown up a bunchhh too so, yeah… yup, thanks, bye!” He tapped his phone and gave you a wicked grin, you bit your lip.

“Okay, yeah, I’m glad you did that. I didn’t want us to get up right now either,” he kissed your forehead, “and you’re keeping me warm so, if you left, or we got up, I would be way too cold.”

“See now, we couldn’t let that happen,” Adrian purred and pulled you closer into his chest, you could feel the heat radiating off of him, you snuggle into it, “how are you feeling?” he asked, while gently twirling your hair through his fingers. You took a second to actually see how you felt, your body was tired but nothing really more than that was wrong.

“All right, achy everywhere though, I feel bruises already I think, you?” you look up at him, he meets your gaze, eyes still looking tired, he nods his head.

“I think I’m the same but,” he let out a deep huff, “I feel so relieved that I called out, so I’m not even thinking about the bruising my body is doing right now… Babe," he paused and a playful smile grew across his face, "we have a day off together!” You gasped, it’s been forever since you guys had a whole entire day off together, it only really happens when you get injured from missions, but you guys aren’t in too bad of shape from last night, it was a win-win.

“Waitttt we have to have some fun today, should we plan something, or should we not plan something and just see what happens today?” you ponder, he chuckles. “Oh, and since we both have time this morning, could you please help me re-dye my hair?” you smile and blink up at him.

“Of courseeeee, I love helping you do your hair! I am honored that you would like my help, babe.” Adrian beamed and your cheeks turned red at his smile. “Plus, you look so badass when you just dyed your hair like it’s so bright and, well… not that right now your hair isn’t badass, but,” he sighs, “you know what I mean, babe.” Before he could keep talking, you cupped his face with your palm, he smiled into your hand.

“Thanks, Ade. And I’m honored that you like helping me,” you replied. “Should I maybe go a little crazy and match the purple in my suit again? The pink that I have now could easily change into it… Ooh, yea, I’m going back to purple,” you state, Adrian was nodding his head enthusiastically.

“YES, babe it’s so hottt when your hair matches your suit, great idea!” he said, eyes wide.

“Thank you, thank you, now I'm definitely doing purple,” you lean up to peck Adrian on the lips, he returns the kiss with his tongue, which caused you to breath out a moan, he pulled you into his chest, his hand crawling up your back. You couldn’t resist moving one hand up to his head so you could run your fingers through his dark hair, the other hand gently scratching his bare back. You try to briefly pull away from him, but he doesn't let you until he gets in one more deep kiss, then he barely seperates himself from you, your lips brushing his.

“Instead of fucking right now, which I really want to do, I need to dye my hair early in the day, or I’ll never get it all done,” you pause, he groans in protest as he kisses your neck, “how about… you can fuck my brains out after my hair is purple?” you question, nudging his chin up so you could meet his eyes.

“Hmmm,” he goes in for another long kiss that made you shiver, then he slowly pulls away, “I guess you’re right, let’s be productive,” he paused to play with your hair once more, his green eyes lighting up from the morning sun. As he met your gaze, you saw something shift in his eyes, “but only if you dye some of my hair to match yours.” Adrian firmly states, voice deep, he was almost using his Vigilante voice. You couldn’t help the smile that grew onto your face, thinking about him with dyed hair. And then you really couldn’t help how turned on you were at the thought of his hair matching yours-and your suit. Heat immediately ran to your cheeks.

“Oh absolutely, fuck, let’s do it right now,” you twirl a strand of his hair, “that’s gonna be so fucking hot.” You kiss again before you both hype yourselves up to slink out of your cozy, toasty, bed.

“I’ll make us coffee while you get the dye stuff ready, babe!” Adrian stated, as you went to the bathroom to mix together some bleach and take stock of your purple dye-you luckily had plenty of purple left over from the last time you matched your suit, all you needed to do was mix a bit of blue to make it a perfect color match. You made a little extra bleach for Adrian, and you felt a bit giddy while picturing him having dyed hair, he has never ever done any kind of coloring to his beautiful dark hair, so you won’t do a lot, just a few strands under the back of his head. Just then, you heard the beep of your record player turning on and a moment later, “I Saw Her Standing There” by The Beatles began faintly playing, he threw on his Please Please Me record. You grinned; he always picks the best music.

“Perfect music choice honey,” you yell out to him as you stir the bleach with the brush. As you’re mixing, Adrian walks in with two cups of iced coffee, you both prefer iced over hot, and Adrian has mastered making lattes at home with a fancy coffee machine.

“Here you are, my love, order up,” he smiles as he hands you your glass, you take a sip and start slowly nodding your head in approval.

“Mwah it's perfect, thanks babe, I love having my own little at home barista,” you admit, the compliment caused him to blush. “Okay, I can start my roots, and all I’ll need help with is the back, and then I can do a bit of yours,” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Can’t wait, I’ll just enjoy the view while I sip on my coffee,” he hummed while smiling. All you were wearing was his t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, it just became a habit for you to steal his shirts, and that then lead to his boxers, and he doesn’t mind one little bit…if anything he encourages it. He eyed you up and down with feline eyes. Your cheeks turned rosy as you began sectioning your hair, preparing it for the bleach. You then threw on some gloves and got to work. Bliss fell over you while you listened to Adrian hum and sing to the music as you did your hair. It just made your heart feel warm. After a few minutes, you got to the back part of your head that was hard to see.

“All righty babe,” you turn to look at him, his eyes lit up.

“Yay okay let’s do this!” he clapped his hands and then put on a pair of gloves as well. With the brush in one hand, and his other hand helping to part your hair, he went in, and painted the bleach on the back of your head.

He always loves to help, and you really appreciate it because he’s really good at dying your hair. You enjoyed staring in the mirror to watch how concentrated he was, he was truly getting into it.

After a song or so he met your eyes in the mirror, you beamed. “And that’s that, babe, thanks for coming to my coffee-salon,” Adrian joked, you broke into a laugh, he chuckled as well.

“Pleaseeee, thank you for having me,” you turn around to press a kiss on his cheek, “but now, it’s my salon,” you firmly state, narrowing your brows, Adrian’s face turned bright red, but his eyes were fiercely watching yours.

“Oooh fuck yeah!” He exclaims, handing you the brush and cup of bleach, “this is gonna be so hot, but,” he bent down a bit as if to whisper, “it won’t be too much of my hair though, right?” he softly questions, you chuckle as you swap places with him.

“No babe, don’t worry,” you confirm, as you lean up and start to untangle a small part of hair on the back of his head, angling his head to make him look down so you could section it. You started making a section almost like an undercut, but just a small little square of hair. “I’ll just do this much, barely even a whole handful,” you show him in the mirror. “Your other hair will cover it and it’ll peak through-”

“YESS, that will look so fucking cool, I am so ready!” He squealed, you grinned as you part his hair and use one of your hair clips to keep his other hair out of the way. You then mixed the bleach one more time before applying it to his head, making an even layer on his dark hair.

It barely took one song to do all of it, but you finished applying the bleach, and to your surprise, his virgin hair was already taking to the bleach.

“Now we wait,” you step to stand next to him, the smile that was on his face was priceless. You then begin cleaning up the small mess you made in the bathroom, Adrian held up the trash can for you to throw your bleached gloves in and you start wiping up the counter. With one look in the mirror, you could tell your hair was already almost done, your roots weren’t too dark in the first place. His dark hair will probably take a bit longer. However, as you start cleaning, you noticed how much the bathroom needed more of a clean, so you take a breath and begin. You and Adrian sang along to the music as you cleaned, flipping the record shortly into your clean. You guys got into a rhythm and ended up tidying up more than either one of you intended to. You huffed, and Adrian caught your eye. “Well shit it looks great in here,” you say, smiling, he looked around the room.

“It really does! I don’t know what ghost possessed us to do that but I’m glad it happened,” Adrian joked, you nodded, chuckling. You step closer to Adrian and gently move his head so you can check his hair, it was blonde! A glance in the mirror told you your hair was ready to wash too.

“Well, apparently we cleaned long enough for the bleach to work, let’s wash, you first!” You say, he nods, eyes widening from excitement. He sets his glasses on the sink then bends down to kneel in front the tub with his head over the drain. Luckily your shower was a handheld one, so you took it off the mount and hover over him to begin washing his hair. He giggles as your fingers begin gently massaging his scalp and after swishing water through his hair, the bleach had washed out. You shut the shower and grab a towel for Adrian, his whole head got wet. You wrap the towel and tuck it in so it can firmly stay on his head to dry his hair. “It looks great blonde, honey.” You tell him.

“I can’t fucking wait to see it all finished, babe,” Adrian replied, you smiled as you two swapped places so he could help wash your hair. Adrian threw his glasses back on then began gently massaging your scalp, you hummed in content. “Aaannndddd done,” he said after a minute of washing, shutting the faucet and squeezing the water from your hair before placing a towel around your head. You properly wrap it and turn around to Adrian.

After drying your hair with the blow dryer, you repeat the dying process but with the mixed purple dye. Adrian’s handful of hair didn’t take long to color, then he ended up doing your whole head, teamwork makes the dreamwork! Once he declares your head is done, you both notice how hungry you are.

“Breakfast?” you asked, Adrian pursed his lips. Your stomach almost instantly growled at the thought of a meal. When you got home from the mission last night, though you weren’t beaten up too badly, you were still in pain, it was a miracle you guys didn’t pass out in your suits in bed, so yeah, you could both eat. He nods his head frantically. “Eggs and waffles?” You question.

“Let’s-a-go!” Adrian said in an Italian accent as he pumped his fist in the air, you cackle, what a dork. He leads the way to the kitchen and starts getting the eggs and the cheese from the fridge and waffles from the freezer. You notice that the music stopped, so before helping begin breakfast, you put on a different Beatles record and place the needle on. You hear a "Thanks, babe!" from Adrian as you enter the kitchen.

You two seamlessly make breakfast, splitting up tasks between you both. After a few short minutes, you had cheesy scrambled eggs and waffles, and while sitting at your small kitchen table, you shared breakfast with Adrian. It only took a few minutes to eat, but right as you finished your last forkful of eggs, you looked at your hair in your phone’s camera to see the dye showing through, it was time to wash!

You hum as you stand up and check the back of Adrian’s head, it already looks amazing, “Babe, let’s go washhhh,” you say, wavering your voice, he gasps.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Adrian exclaimed as he also stood up, you two began walking to the bathroom. You go right to the tub to turn on the shower and when you turn around you see Adrian, still shirtless, waiting like an excited puppy. You repeated the washing process for the last time, thank God, and began towel drying each other’s hair. Adrian was the first to get to the mirror, his hair has already practically dried, and even by slightly turning his head to the side he could see the streak of purple amongst his dark hair. He gasped. You grabbed the small mirror off the sink counter and held it up to the back of his head so he could get a proper view, all the while you were staring at his colored hair.

“Fucking hell, Ade, you look so hot with purple hair,” you say, gawking at him. His eyes were wide as he took in his hair in the mirrors, and you noticed that the purple in his hair complimented his green eyes beautifully. “I’m so glad your hair took to the dye!”

“Shit, me too, it looks, so fucking sick babe, I am so happy right now,” Adrian beams, turning to you, “thank you for helping me look more badass, babe.” He leaned down to press his lips to yours, you deeply return the kiss. He pulled away only a few inches, you felt his breath on your ear. “I may look a little more badass, but fuck-babe, you…you.” his voice lowered, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.” You gasped, he started playing with your hair in one hand, then he slides his other hand down your lower back. Adrian moved in fast and started kissing your neck.

“God, I-” He cut you off by moving his kisses up your neck, and farther up to meet your lips. You were honestly glad he interrupted you, you had nothing to say other than the moan that managed to escape from you. You were instantly on him, running your fingers through his hair and caressing his face. He hoisted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

The two of you barely separated your lips, only for an occasional moan or swear from either of you. After a few moments, while still holding you, he moved you two to your bed, planting himself on top of you, putting his whole weight on you. You felt his boner immediately, you melted into him even more as heat ran to your cheeks. His hands were all over you, and you felt ravenous as your hands touched him.

It pained you but you had to pull away to say, “I should dye your hair more often.” All you heard in response was a deep belly laugh that erupted out of him-fuck you love him.

“I won’t say no to tha-” you didn’t let him finish speaking before leaning up and crashing your lips to his. The smile on his face faded the more he kissed you, he quickly became feral as he reciprocated your initial kiss, and more.

#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #peacemaker #dcu #freddie stroma #vigilante #adrian chase fic #idiots in love #ao3 #hair dye #domestic fluff #light smut

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years ago

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exist4me · 2 years ago

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Hiii!🥰💜 Can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!shy!nurse!reader where she’s a part of the team, but as a nurse. She doesn’t have any experience with weapons or fighting or anything, so the team are super protective of her.🥺 When Adrian inserts himself onto the team (I love him for that😂), he immediately takes a liking to her and makes it VERY clear/obvious to her and the whole team, in a very Vigilante way LOL, and Y/n is very obvious that she she likes him as well, but in a more shy, getting flustered and scurrying away type of thing 😂 They get together when he comes back to base days after he was expected back, she pretty much jumps in his arms crying and he kisses her, and she sits in his lap while treating his wounds🥺🥺

Author's Note: Hi this is my first request 🥳 I sincerely hope this is to your liking and that I did your request right. Let me know what you think. I love feedback❤️.

word count: 1.2k

VIGILANTE x FEM!SHY!NURSE!READER

You were a part of the 11th Street Kids on Project Butterfly, not as a fighter but as the team's nurse. The team was filled with big personalities and highly skilled badasses in weaponry and combat. You were more shy and reserved, you were skilled in medicine but not so much in fighting. Before you met everyone the idea of this small group against an alien invasion was a terrifying thought but as dysfunctional as the Task Force family was, you guys had each other's backs.

Most times you'd be taken on missions as a precaution in case someone gets seriously injured. The first time you noticed how protective the group was of you, was during the assassination of U.S. senator Royland Goff. You were never left alone, you were guarded and had hourly checkups from the team during the stakeout. This is where you first had an interest in Vigilante. You were listening to him and the others interact via the comms. You thought he was a bit weird and sadistic but he didn't rub you the wrong way. You believed he was a good guy but just seems to enjoy killing which should be a red flag but you ignored it because he only killed bad people. You thought it was cute how much he idolizes and loves Peacemaker even though he claims to not have normal emotions.

After the Goff mission, you had a lot of injuries that needed to be treated, Vigilante's included. He was brutally tortured by Goff leaving him with half a pinky toe that needed to be looked at.

He was holding his foot, groaning in pain, " I'm not sure I'm ever gonna walk again."

Economos turns around slightly in the front seat to ask why.

"Motherfucker cut half my pinky toe off. It's the most important toe there is," he whined.

"Vigilante I assure you that's not true." You said softly

" Yea that’s not true." Adebayo and Harcourt agree with you.

"Yea, it is! You can't walk without it!" Vigilante cried out.

"You can walk just fine without a pinky toe. Dont' worry" you said trying to calm him down.

Vigilante continues to believe he can't walk anymore, " You'll fall over all the time, look stupid, everyone will laugh at you."

"Who's gonna laugh at you?" Harcourt ask. Peacemaker starts laughing at the idea of Vigilante falling over. You whisper "stop" to him.

"You can't walk if you lose your metatarsal. That's like the knuckle of the pinky toe. But if you just lose your pinky, it's fine. I'll treat you and you'll be all good before you know it." You send him a small smile.

Back at HQ when you were treating Vigilante, he started gaining interest in you. He liked how soft-spoken you were, he liked the way you asked to touch him before treating him, and he liked how tender and delicate your touch was. He also liked you a bit more because of how Peacemaker would listen to you. He instantly trusted you. The reveal of who Vigilante was is when you realized your interest turned into a crush. You were the one who picked him up from jail, you thought he was absolutely beautiful, his gorgeous green eyes and curly hair you wanna run your hands through. You couldn't stop looking at him. He says he doesn't feel normal emotions but in the car, he was close to crying believing he messed everything up. You wanted to hug him but you were too shy so you gently patted his shoulders.

"It's going to be okay, Adrian"

After saying his name he looked at you in an emotion you weren't too sure of. But it felt warm and safe.

After that day, Adrian was positive he liked you and wanted you as his. He always found a way to be near you or work with you in HQ, the team slowly started putting the dots together. However, Adrian wanted it to be known to the group and to you he liked you. The next time the entire team was together for Economos' PowerPoint presentation he decided to do something.When everyone was getting up to leave and prepare for the upcoming mission Adrian decided to make an announcement.

"So guys, I just wanna say that I call dibs on y/n. I think we'll be amazing together you know, her being kinda soft and sweet and I, her badass crime-fighting boyfriend. Right? The whole opposites attract things. Anyway, y/n I like you and I think it'll be amazing if we get together after this mission because aliens wanna kill us so yea. What do you say?" He said in a rambly speech to everyone. All the attention is on you waiting for your response.

"um...uh, I-" You stutter trying to get words. You feel flustered as your face heats up, so you turn around and run back into the office you claimed as your own. You're excited that Adrian feels the same way as you but now you can't even be in the same room as him. You don't go on the next mission. Everyone returns safe and sound, although covered in blood (not theirs). Any time Adrian looks your way, you scurry off in the other direction holding your heated cheeks, hiding your small smile. This goes on for a while. The 11th Street Kids were given a big mission the team needed to be broken up into two. Peacemaker and Vigilante as one group and Harcourt and Adebayo as another. They split up to check out two potential sites that are used for the butterfly food source. You and Economos however stayed as tech backup. It should have taken 4 days max for everyone to come back. However, only Harcourt and Adebayo returned from their site visit. You weren't too worried on the 5th day, you know how Adrian and Peacemaker can get distracted but when the 8th day came you were on the verge of a breakdown.

"Should we go after them? I don't like this. What if they are getting tortured again or worse dead? You guys have been doing this longer than me, is this normal?" You paced around the main room of HQ talking to the rest of the gang about this. You were biting your nails with tears in your eyes.

Harcourt was about to respond when you heard the door open. You turn around to see Adrian limbing inside injured with his suit ripped up with Peacemaker covered in blood behind him.

"Honey, we're home" Adrian yelled.

You run towards him, leaping into his arms as tears run down your face. He groans slightly from the impact on his wounds.

"Missed me?" He said, smirking. You nod letting out a small giggle. Adrian wipes your tears with his thumb before gently kissing you. You pour all your feelings and emotions into your kiss with Adrian, telling him the things you wished you had the courage to say. You wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss when he groans in pain. You pull away immediately.

"I'm sorry, let's go fix you up." You lead him into your office.

"Yes nurse," He said, smiling brightly.

You sit on his lap as you treat the injuries on his upper body.

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x female reader #vigilante x reader #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker fanfiction #peacemaker

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gloomzi · 1 year ago

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what i will write :3

canon x canon, canon x reader (if you send a request and want your reader to have specific attributes, tell me, or i'll make it as neutral as possible), canon x oc for friends

readers of any gender (request specific pronouns please! neos, any pronouns, he/they, she/they, whatever floats your boat! if you give no pronouns and no indication of a gender for your reader such as f!/m!/gn!, i will default to they/them or dm you if you're off anon)

queer relationships, het relationships*, polyamory, monogamy, open relationships

dom, sub or verse readers/dom, sub or verse canon characters

most kinks are okay (including stuff like blood, impact play and weapon play) so feel free to get specific in my inbox

neurodivergent or disabled readers (if it's something i'm unfamiliar with i will do research and try my best, but please feel free to leave me pointers in your request to help me!)

oneshots, short series (think 2 or 3 parts), drabbles, headcanons

what i wont write :3

no rape (dubcon is on thin ice), drugging, abuse*, yandere, pregnancy, pedophilia, student/teacher (even if its a college student) or large age gap pairings

nsfw for underage characters

no scat/piss/emeto, no cnc

no comfort works for csa/sa, self harm or eating disorders (writing this would probably trigger me, sorry)

long x reader series

further info :3

you must be +18 to request nsfw or interact with nsfw content (you will be blocked if i catch you breaking this rule)

i wont write verbal/physical abuse between the main pairing but i wouldn't mind doing it as something the reader or the canon character have dealt with in the past (whether that be from a parent/ex partner/friend doesnt matter, you can specify in the request). if the canon character has been abused in their source material i will also include this ofc.

i wouldnt mind writing stuff like codependency or like kill for each other type shit, but there's a fine line between like. guy who kills somebody in defense of their partner bc it makes sense for the story/their character (think characters like adrian chase for example) vs making a character who doesn't rly kill people do that bc then it comes across more ooc and sometimes even yandereish...if that makes sense.

please give me an idea of what you want in a request, don't just send "character x reader" (give me a scenario or at least say like "fluff with [insert character]").

im not the fastest writer unless im really excited about a prompt, please be patient. thanks to adhd i can be a bit of a procrastinator, but if you sent a request please feel free to ask for progress updates (just give me the specifics of what you asked for so i know it's yours). depending on how busy i am irl, if i have writers block and how many requests i have, writing might go faster or slower.

i'll try to do things first come, first serve, but if somebody sends in a new idea that really excites me i might write theirs first even if yours came before theirs bc i have adhd brain and i can write things faster when i'm rly hyped about em

erm idk if anyone cares but im a self shipper so yeah perhaps fics with my f/o's will deranged (in a loving way), if you want a list of my f/o's for those concerned with stuff like sharing, here is a list of mine, i don't mind sharing tho <3 my content is aimed towards selfshippers and i wouldn't wanna exclude anyone who shares so much love for the same lil guys as me

some characters i wont write x f!reader/m!reader for, please check this list before requesting (this is not an issue with any straight/bi/other interpretations of these characters, it just has to do with my comfort level and how i interpret that character)

like i mentioned before, i have adhd and i am specifically unmedicated at the moment, which means sometimes i'll write a lot more of one fandom than the others i'm into. this does not mean you can't request a different fandom! i will always be multifandom, i will always love my past fandoms, it just might take me a bit longer to write your request.

at the end of the day i just wanna keep things fun, writing has been a hobby of mine for over a decade now, so pls try to be kind to me and i'll be kind back! if any of these rules are unclear just send me an ask and i'll try to clarify!

#icky.info #icky.txt #icky.fics

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vigilvntes · 2 years ago

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i like imagining bruce and adrian's reactions to finding out about their unhinged fan clubs on here

bruce "please do not perceive me" wayne would be mortified and die inside while shoving down the part of him that does feel a little flattered

adrian "please perceive and love me" chase would be delighted and would show it off to peacemaker he would feel so cool but wouldnt let it get to his head either

STOP IT BC I THINK ABOUT THIS ALLLL OF THE TIME

like poor brucey would be TERRIFIED. he would be ON EDGE. because where the hell are all these pictures of me coming from and why is user vigilvntes posting them every single fucking day????? but i also feel like bruce and robert have the same vibes. like you know how after the batman released robert anonymously argued with people about the movie in forums? yeah. that's bruce. he would do that. like someone would get something wrong about the suit or the car and he'd be like *cracks knuckles* *writes 2500 word essay comment about why they're incorrect*. and everyone would be like why does this anonymous user on this random reddit forum knows a little TOO MUCH about batman??? someone would question it, he'd panic, deactivate and then never go online ever again!

adrian however would FUCKING LOVE IT. he would literally just make an account and join in. replying to posts and comments like a fucking niche micro internet celebrity. he'd rb photos/gifs of himself because he looks cool as fuck so why would he NOT? also i kinda sorta think he'd definitely read reader insert fics written about himself because holy shit so many people want to fuck him and he'd find it kinda funny but also very very flattering. also i don't think he'd let it get to his head TOO MUCH but i think he'd definitely mention it a lot. like any opportunity he can sneak in something that the little people on his phone said about him he's gonna do it. unfortunately i do think harcourt would have to put him on a strict social media ban because of a potential oversharing™️ problem

#everyone be quiet liz is speaking #adrian chase #bruce wayne #now i DESPERATELY need to see bruce wayne arguing with redditors about the batsuit #like i know the movie was pretty much batman vs redditors #but i need to see him in his keyboard warrior arc #i need to see him back himself into a corner so much that he panics and deactivates

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bloombubs · 1 year ago

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Can I make a clearer recommendation? You should tag the stories with literally character reader

You put adrian chase and reader, and Adrian Chase/you -which are both totally fine! But Adrian Chase/reader is the main tag that people would use because the main format for tagging character and reader insert romances is character/reader

thank you so much for the recommendation! I fixed it!

*whispers* did i understand correctly?

#( answered )#im an absolute noob and i appreciate all this help

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vigilantebarbie · 2 years ago

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i have one other recommendation btw - add 'adrian chase/reader' to the relationship tag section so people can find your story easier :)

this is how it works on ao3 basically

'character/character' is the tag format for romantic relationships, 'character & character' is the format for platonic

you have your fic tagged with 'adrian chase & female original character' so not only is that a platonic tag, no one looking for reader inserts will be able to find it. only people looking for fics about adrian and a platonic oc will find it.

none of this meant as a critique, just trying to explain ao3s tagging system so the right audience will be able to see your fic

awesome thank you so so so much!!! i appreciate constructive help very very much!! you're truly helping me and i appreciate you more than i can express. i'm also pretty sure the last fic i posted was on ff.net in 2013 so i am BEYOND rusty & need the help. thank you again! <3

#writing stuff #save

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vgilantee · 2 years ago

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Hot, hot mess for an angel {Adrian Chase}

Chapter 1 - When the call comes.

adrian chase x reader

requested: n/a

words: 5.4k

a/n: and so begins the long overdue series rewrite! is anyone even still interested in reading peacemaker fics? oh well, everything i write is self-indulgent anyway

warnings: n/a

pronouns: [none used in this chapter but the reader is they/them]

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Whenever people asked what your job was, you would always shrug and say “freelancer”. Which wasn’t entirely inaccurate. You would travel from state to state, taking up work. It just happened that your job could also be described as “hitman-for-hire”.

This was how you ended up on Waller’s radar. She never interfered with your work, but she had made it clear that you were very much being surveilled constantly, and it would be easy to stop you. Which resulted in you being on her payroll by technicality. Because you weren’t recruited from a supermax prison to be on Task Force X, you got to escape the installation of a mini bomb in your skull, but that didn’t mean that when you got a call and heard her cold voice on the other line that you had a choice in the matter.

You had just arrived home from some late-night grocery shopping - your last gig was in a relatively small and charming city, and you had decided to stay when it was done - when your phone began vibrating in your back pocket.

Waller.

Somehow, you never had the option to decline a call from her. Not that you ever would, just sometimes you wished you had the option, to be able to be left alone for another minute or two before being roped into some black ops shit.

“Waller.” Your tone was tired as you greeted her. It had been a while since you had heard from her, but it really wasn’t long enough. “What is it this time?”

“I have someone coming by to pick you up for a mission. They’ll be there in an hour.” Her sentences were clipped short at the end, no patience for small talk. “Pack all your weapons, and your suit, it’s a big one.” The call had barely ended before you let out a groan. It wasn’t often Waller had you on missions with other people, especially not one she would refer to as ‘a big one’.

You were well aware that what you did for a living was dangerous, and there were more than a few times that you had come close to getting killed. But when Amanda Waller called you, made sure to mention that you needed your armour and used such emotive language to describe something, you were aware that there was a high chance you wouldn’t be walking out of it.

Two duffle bags full of your armoured suit and the few guns in your collection lived in your wardrobe, ready for an emergency exit. You threw them on your bed as you grabbed out a backpack, and shoved it full of basic clothes - jeans, T-shirts, sweaters - just to get you by. You didn’t really have many nicer clothes anyway.

Down beside your guns, you slid your various melee weapons and knives you had collected over your career, before moving quickly to collect the remainder of the weapons you had hidden around your small apartment. You took one last glance around the box that was your apartment one last time, mentally checking off all the hiding places you had gone through, before sitting by the door and tugging on your boots.

Grabbing your phone, you swung the front door shut behind you, locking the door. Realistically you didn’t expect to return to that dingy apartment, and you weren’t at all broken up about it. There was nothing personal about it, no small touches like your favourite candle or a painting you really liked that made it yours. That wasn’t really your thing. But force of habit had you locking the door behind you, and checking it with a tug.

The door to the apartment building had barely swung close behind you when a silver car pulled up and the window rolled down. Inside sat a blonde woman who looked like she would rather be anywhere else than sat to be your personal taxi. Her already angled face was made sharper by the shadows caused by the cold light of her phone.

The sound of the door caught her attention and she looked up from her phone.

“Silvereye?” The woman called out through the open window and you nodded, stepping forward and opening the door to the back seat to throw your bags in. You slid into the passenger seat and glanced over at your driver.

“You can just call me [Y/N] or [Y/L/N] if you want. Silvereye is for jobs, but with Waller… I just go by my name.” Glancing over, you watched her nod.

“Well, [Y/L/N], I’m Emilia Harcourt. Welcome to the team.” She sounded exhausted, her tone lightly sarcastic.

The rest of the drive was quiet, just the sounds of the road and the occasional car driving past. Harcourt turned the car radio on to a random station at a low volume, and you were happy to not have a conversation with her. The less you knew about her, the less you would have an opinion about her, which would make it safer for you and for her. So you stared out the side window as lights flicked past, refracted by the rain hitting the window and bouncing off small puddles along the road.

The car pulled to a stop in a barely-lit carpark beside an unmarked van. You stepped out, hand resting on your hairline to block some of the rain from falling into your eyes, and were greeted by the back doors swinging open. Inside sat only two people; a bearded man turned to look at you from the front seat, and the man who had swung the doors open.

You knew who Clemson Murn was, every mercenary, assassin and general hitman-for-hire knew who he was. You had heard rumours that he was working for the government, but it greatly surprised you to see him.

“[Y/L/N]. Welcome to the team.” He stepped out, unbothered by the steady rain. “This is John Economos.” Murn gestured to him and Economos nodded. “I’m-”

“I know who you are, Murn.” You tried not to sound rude as you interrupted him, but you figured there wasn’t time to waste with unnecessary introductions. Murn pressed his lips together and gave a single stiff nod. There was a pause for a beat, Murn slightly thrown by your interruption and taking a moment to reorder his directions.

“Right. Put your stuff in the van and pick a vehicle.”

You chose to stay in the car with Harcourt, Murn’s voice playing through the car from the phone sat on the dash.

He explained that you were on your way to Evergreen in Charlton County, where you would pick up the freshly released Peacemaker to add him to the team, as well as meet up with another agent. Murn also explained to you what the mission exactly was. Project Butterfly.

An alien species that looked like a mix between praying mantises and butterflies that could take over the body of a human. The host would die, killed by the insect that had crawled into their brain.

Murn made it clear only the four of you knew the full details, and that Peacemaker would not be told anything at all. He would simply be the gun. Beside you, Emilia muttered something about a starfish, but you ignored her.

After arriving at the motel, the four of you split off into separate rooms, with Murn telling you that in the morning, you would be getting Peacemaker, but to make sure you were rested.

The room was small and as a result, very open-planned. The main room was the carpeted living and dining room, with a small tiled corner for a kitchen. There were two doors, one on the back wall that led to a shoebox bathroom, and the other along the right side to the bedroom.

Your bags were dropped in front of the doors to the built-in wardrobe, and you fell back onto the bed, tugging your boots off to toss into the corner. You cringed as a boot hit one of the bags with a thud and a click, but you decided that would be tomorrow’s problem. Tonight, you were going to fall asleep and listen to the continued rain, ignoring the musty smell that came from the carpet and filled the motel room.

Chris’s trailer was aggressively American; painted blue with red and white stripes. It was almost painfully bright. You didn’t need to read his file to know who his father was, so the intense patriotism shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did.

“Fan out, don’t let him out of the trailer.” Murn tapped the side of the van once before he nodded to the right side of the trailer. “Harcourt, [Y/L/N], you both go that way. Adebayo, Economos and I will go to the front.”

You had met Leota that morning, and she seemed nice enough. It was clear she was new to anything black ops and task force, but that didn’t matter, she was brought on for a reason and you weren’t going to ask questions.

Copying Harcourt, you crouched down, gun raised, and made your way around to the back of the trailer. She moved further around than you, to the centre of the broken window on the back.

She cocked her gun, gaining his attention.

“Stay where you are, Smith.” He turned to see Economos pointing his gun through the front window, then again to see you behind. Murn swung the front door open, who was closely followed by Adebayo with her own gun raised.

Chris let out a string of muttered fucks before yelling out one final one.

You explored Peacemaker’s trailer while Murn explained that he had only served a fraction of his sentence. Harcourt sat on his counter, the heels of her boots occasionally bumping against the surface. Economos rifled through his fridge, causing the jars within to clink together.

“What the fuck is he doing?” You turned around as the clinks stopped.

“I have low blood sugar, okay? So I’m dizzy.” Murn continued on, ignoring the minor distraction. Out the corner of your eye, you watched as John continued to look through the fridge, despite the slightly off smell that emanated. He turned around, a jar of olives in hand as Murn began to introduce you all, and put one in his mouth as his name was said.

“Hey dude, you’re eating four-year-old olives out of my fucking fridge.” John gagged but once again, Murn ignored the distraction.

“This is [Y/N] [Y/L/N],” your posture straightened at the mention of your name, “a temporary addition to our team, and has experience in missions such as these.” You raised a hand to give him a two-finger wave, pretending like you hadn’t been flicking through - and judging - his extensive CD collection.

“And this is our new recruit, Leota Adebayo.” She shuffled nervously before she delved into a speech, directed at each of you.

“Anything you need, I got you.” You raised your brows as she gestured to you, curious as to what the fuck she might have to say about you. “[Y/L/N], I know teams aren’t really your thing but I feel like we’re going to get along well and that you’ll have our backs when it comes down to it. And Mr. Murn, I have to say your outfits are really dapper.” You fought an amused snort, hiding behind your hand as you turned away, your eyes finding a stack of old comic books. It was kind of sweet how nervous she was, though.

It had been a long time since you had felt nervous about anything regarding a mission, having started as a street-kid picking up jobs for mobs and gangs in Gotham so your mother could keep sending you and your younger brother to school. Though, even just growing up poor in Gotham would have been enough to steel your nerves. Or maybe it was just your personality that lent itself to your ability to kill.

“Project Starfish was a giant walking starfish.” What?

You spun around on your heel, suddenly paying strong attention to the conversation, eyes wide as you looked at Emilia and John for help. Even though you were aware that there was a big mission in Corto Maltese, you didn’t know much beyond that. Classified job.

“So, what, am I fighting a Mothra now?” Peacemaker let out a nervous chuckle as Harcourt looked behind her at Economos and then you. “I am? I’m fighting a Mothra? What the fuck do I fight a Mothra with?” His eyes widened with panic and while Murn tried telling him that no, he wouldn’t be fighting a Mothra, all Chris was asking was if he could get a jetpack.

“We need you to do contract work.” Chris nodded, looking away, almost disappointed that he would be killing people.

“Kill people?”

“Bad people.” Harcourt hadn’t spoken up since commenting on Chris killing Rick Flag, but it seemed she was trying to reassure him this time. Peacemaker was known for only killing people to create what he had deemed as peace (hence the name), so it made sense that he would need reassuring him that the people he would be killing were bad and not just people that were potential- or non-threats to Waller.

“Whom we call Butterflies.” So, Murn wasn’t going to tell him the whole truth about the Butterflies. He let out an exhale, considering.

“What if I say no?”

“You’ll have to return to Belle Reve.”

“What’s to keep me from splittin’?”

“We still have that bomb in your head to track you with, and if that fails, we’ll blow you the hell up.” You were no stranger to killing, and you had definitely mocked or taunted a handful of people before you killed them. But something in the way Murn spoke to Smith was different, more detached than you were used to.

But the threat seemed enough. Chris sighed before giving a small nod. Murn shifted in his seat, inhaling.

“We’ll meet for dinner tonight. Seven-thirty at- where is it?” He looked over at Adebayo who was shifting on her feet. Economos picked up his jacket and yours, passing you your jacket before you both moved to follow Harcourt out the door.

“Fennel Fields on Manchester Road. And the mozzarella sticks are dope.” You ducked out of the door before John, barely catching Chris saying;

“Enjoy my food, Dye-Beard.” You rolled your eyes. This was going to be a long mission.

You sat, curled up in the armchair, as Economos complained about the clanging and Harcourt told Adebayo to move her things. Because you weren’t an agent, you didn’t have paperwork or a computer to set at a desk, only a couple of bags of weapons that you already had stashed in the supply closet just through the hallway behind the main room. Stashed was generous. You literally shoved the bags onto a shelf, only taking out your crossbow to restring it (the click you had heard the previous night, you had learned, was the string snapping and getting caught under the slide of one of your semi-auto pistols). It wasn’t a weapon you used often but it always paid to have it stringed and ready, just in case.

You had kept a couple of guns and knives stashed around your motel room, but most of them were still in their bags on the shelf. Organising them would come later, for now; closet.

“I don’t know what you did to piss off Amanda Waller,” your eyes darted over to Harcourt to see if she was addressing you, “but she’s definitely fucking me and John with this gig. What agency did you get transferred from?”

“‘Fucking you’ how?” You raised your eyebrow as Adebayo dodged the question.

“We helped Task Force X during Project Starfish, and this is her way of getting back at us.” You wondered what they had done that Waller had deemed so bad. Knowing her, it was probably helping the team not commit war crimes of some description. Or maybe it was just them saying “no” to something like getting her a coffee.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” You could only snort. Waller had given people shit jobs - hell even had them killed - for less.

“Hey, new girl’s an expert over here, John,”

“Oh yeah, Waller is so forgiving. It’s what she’s known for.” Adebayo glanced over at you and you put your hands up in faux surrender.

“Well, she’s entitled to her opinion.”

“Thank you.”

“Her stupid fucking opinion.” John wandered over toward you then paused, holding out one finger to point behind where you sat. “Oh, sweet, we have a piano. That’s useful for black ops.” You leaned behind you and lazily hit the keys you could reach, letting the off-tune notes strangle out. The noise made John wince and Harcourt let out an amused breath. “This is the worst HQ of all time.”

“You’ve clearly never been holed up in Gotham. Once had to be in an abandoned apartment for like… two days. Reeked of old blood and vomit.” John gagged. “This is definitely pretty shit though.”

“That’s disgusting.” You shrugged as he muttered his disdain. “You guys hear that, right? It’s not just me?” He pointed at a pipe, chin tilting as it let out another dull clang.

“We hear what?”

“Hm? What?” You swung your legs over the arm of the chair, leaning back on your elbows against the opposite arm.

“The fuckin’ pi- oh.” Economos pointed at you, then at Harcourt. “Nice Gaslighting.” You smiled up at him, as he rolled his eyes.

“Aww, sorry, John.” You tapped his leg with your foot, exaggerating a pout.

“I’m not.” Harcourt’s chair creaked as she turned and your head fell back to look at her. She turned back and you finally stood up.

“Alright, I’m gonna leave you guys to set up your damp desks. I think it’s time to explore this shithole.” John stepped out of the way as your legs swung around so you could stand. “I’ll try find some tools or something to fix the pipe too.”

You wandered through the back rooms of the abandoned video store. The place had gone under, but it seemed like everyone had dropped what they were doing and ran out. Furniture and paperwork still roughly in the place deemed their home by whoever had left it behind.

Luckily, that meant that as you opened another supply closet in one of the farthest back rooms, you found a rusted toolbox. The blue paint was chipped and the hinge creaked as you opened the lid, and inside sat a handful of screwdrivers, a roll of duct tape, and an adjustable wrench. Not necessarily the proper tools to fix the banging pipe, you thought as you spun the wrench in one hand, but it should do.

“-he’s going to cooperate? Being back with his father, he may… ya know.” Leota gestured her hands, trying to avoid saying that maybe Chris would become like his father now that he was back with him.

“Everything in his file says that he’s not like his father other than the killing thing, so there shouldn’t be any issues.” John glanced at her over the top of his laptop with a shrug.

Climbing onto a chair you dragged over to the wall by the clanging pipe, you poked around with your pointer finger to see if you could figure out what was wrong.

“From his attitude in his trailer, he doesn’t seem like he’d be like his dad, so don’t worry about that too much.” You reassured her, picking up on what John had clearly missed in her question. “Seems more like… I don’t know. No motives other than ‘break law, get killed’.” Adebayo just hummed.

“So, what about you [Y/N]? How’d the great but never caught Silvereye get roped in by Waller?” You glanced over your shoulder to see Harcourt leaning back on her elbows on the desk, head tilted. Turning back to the pipe, you adjusted the wrench to fit the loose bolt head.

“You’re Silvereye? I thought you were just another ARGUS agent.” Blinking in surprise, you turned to Leota before shrugging. “I was expecting some… huge mob guy with a metal eye or something. I don’t know, but the eye is something that everyone agrees on. You’re… well you seem pretty normal.” The image of you with rippling muscles and a fake eye made you laugh.

“That’s what’s spreading around Gotham? Holy shit that’s hilarious.” With a big pull that required most of your body weight, the bolt finally moved. “I definitely would have been caught if I looked like that. But nope. No fake eye.” You adjusted your hold on the wrench and tugged again. “Waller contacted me and said that either I take contracts with her, no questions asked, or she gets me hauled to Arkham. And I don’t want to be in that looney bin.” You shivered slightly at the idea of being roomed next to the Joker and having to hear that laugh. Not that you’d really be stuck in Arkham long with its break-out track record…

“So she’s hired a hitman?” John’s chair let out a creak as he leaned back. “That feels less than legal.”

“I mean technically? It’s more like what she’s done with Task Force X, but without the bomb, because I haven’t been, ya know, arrested.” It was an unspoken promise by Waller that if you didn’t voluntarily cooperate, she would enlist you either way, just in one you had a bit more free will.

With a final pull, you leaned away from the pipe and paused, before grinning as it stopped banging.

A collective groan was let out as a pipe further into the video store started to bang.

You poked around in your bowl of gnocchi before finding the right piece to pop in your mouth, listening as Economos complained about the pigeons that shat all over his couch after he left his balcony door open.

You had to lean around Emelia to see John as he spoke, comfortably sat to her right and on the end of the booth.

“Are you kidding me?” Your eyes flicked to her before you followed her line of sight. And it wasn’t hard to see what she was talking about, not when it wore a bright red shirt and a mirror for a helmet.

“Oh fuck me.” Your eyes rolled as you dropped your fork into the bowl. Leota and Murn both turned in their seats as John let out a laugh.

“Did this dipshit really show up in full cosplay mode?” Smith looked into the restaurant as he walked toward the front door, and you couldn’t help but stare at his car. Painted with the same overtly American stripes as his trailer.

“This is the guy Waller’s giving us?” Out the corner of your eye, you saw Emilia point at Murn with her fork. “I told you she’s fucking us.” Murn rolled his eyes then waved his hand in a lazy dismissal.

“Holy shit,” you saw a movement in the back window of his car before directing your eyes to Leota, “you see that right?”

“Is that an eagle in his back seat?”

“She’s fucking us.” It was almost strange to hear Murn admit it, almost in defeat. But really, Peacemaker was a strange and intense man (not that it was something he had control over, his father was a large factor to his whole… everything) and this mission was going to be exhausting having to handle him. Leota slowly turned back - keeping an eye on the eagle as she did - at the same time the front door chimed. Rolling your eyes, you put another piece of gnocchi in your mouth.

“Oh, I’m with them. Can I just grab a menu, please?” People around the restaurant turn to stare at him as Smith told Leota to scooch over so he could sit opposite you.

“What’s with the costume? Like… why?” Peacemaker scoffed at you, laughing.

“Costume? This is a uniform.” His dismissive and ‘mightier-than-thou’ attitude was starting to piss you off. “And why? Because it’s brand new and needs stretching, make it more comfortable before I go on a mission.”

“Maybe I’m stupid, but why would you want to wear that on a mission.”

“Exactly!” You gestured at him with your fork. “Bright red shirt? White pants? Not exactly ‘lurking in the shadows’.” You grew up in Gotham, you knew that vengeance wore black.

(Vengeance also happened to have a primary-coloured sidekick but that was beside the point).

“People see this uniform, it strikes fear in their hearts.” Peacemaker mumbled his reply into the menu, clearly resigning to the fact that none of you were taking him seriously. You rolled your eyes with an amused exhale.

“What people? The other people at the Village People tryouts?” Emilia’s tone lilted up with amusement and John laughed, shaking his head

“Come on, Smith. Show us your YMCA.” In front of you, you did a low-effort version of the movements with your hands as you said the letters and Economos laughed, dropping his head.

“Why is there a bald eagle in your car?” Murn hadn’t turned back to face the table, instead, his arm was over the back of the booth and he leaned against the dividing wall.

“That’s Eagly.” Smith shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Yeah, you might kill the guy at the end of this mission. “You guys ordered without me?”

“‘Eagly’ is your pet eagle?” John’s tone dripped with disbelief and amusement.

“Yeah.” Peacemaker looked up at him, with a snide tone

“Is your dog named Doggy?” You let out a small snort and quickly covered your mouth to hide the sound, Adebayo glancing at you with a laugh.

“Alright.” But his word was covered by John’s laugh

“Do you have a daughter named Daughtery?” Economos giggled at his joke, which turned into a laugh as Harcourt joined in. Your hand stayed over your mouth to muffle your laughs, eyes shut and nose scrunched.

“Jealous of a guy’s pet eagle much?” You took a breath to recover from your laughs, looking at Smith as you blindly stabbed at your gnocchi.

“Dude you have to admit that it’s a stupid fucking name.” Finally, your fork landed in a piece and you gestured at him with it. “ Creativity zero.” Popping the gnocchi into your mouth, Harcourt laughed, shaking her head.

The group fell into a moment of silence, a moment that you found more than welcomed. Until;

“Hey, sweet-cheeks!”

“Oh, sweet Jesus.” Your fork fell into your bowl as your head fell into your hands. You heard the waitress stop beside you, pen scratching as Smith ordered. Like you, the rest of your table was silent, and you raised your head to see everyone staring at him.

“Thank you.” The waitress walked away and Smith looked very proud of himself as he muttered, “‘’good choice’” repeating the customer-service compliment on his food choice. He turned his attention back to the table, finally noticing you all staring. He huffed, half-smirking.

“Zoodles are zucchini noodles.” He explained slowly like you were a group of children. As if your looks were of confusion over his vegan noodle choice, and not the gross slang.

“‘Sweet cheeks’?” Leota was the first to break the silence, turning to properly look at Smith beside her. “Seriously dude?”

“She had cherubic cheeks.” His voice pitched up in defence, eyes widened slightly. “It's a compliment.”

"’Sweet cheeks’ is your butt.” John pitched in, and Chris’s head all but whipped toward him.

“No, it's not.” You couldn’t tell if he was defensive because he really thought he was right, or was in denial about being wrong.

“It one-hundred percent is.” Much like he had to John, Smith turned to you quickly and you showed your hands in mock surrender. He opened his mouth, likely to continue to defend himself, but was cut off by Leota.

“It's like calling somebody, I don't know, ‘sugar tits’." Murn’s head fell back in annoyance, and Harcourt brought a hand to the bridge of her nose, pinching it.

“That's totally inappropriate.” As Smith took a breath in, you quietly hoped that would be the end of it, but once again you were proven wrong in your hopes that Smith would know when to shut his mouth. “Her tits are way too big to be sugar tits. Sugar tits are, like, smaller, perkier tits.” Smith made a grabbing motion with his hands, turning his attention to your side of the table. He went to open his mouth and you sent him a steely glare, jaw clenching and your grip on your fork tightening, causing his eyes to quickly flick to Emilia - who had made the mistake of closing her eyes and couldn’t discourage him from what came out of his mouth next. “Like... yours. Uh, technically, I think you may have sugar tits, too but somehow that also feels inappropriate.”

“All right, Peacemaker. That's enough.” Murn sounded tired, but you were all more than glad for him to stop Smith’s train of thought. “ You don't have to be happy with this detail, but you do have to treat your fellow soldiers with respect.”

“Oh yeah? Heard plenty of stories about how you treat people with respect, Murn. Plenty.” It was moments like that, when Smth spoke with such judgement in his tone, where you could piece together what his moral standings around killing were. Almost every killer had rules they put in place for themself - you were of course no exception - but it’s rare that one would be so much up their own ass about it.

“Why is that busboy staring at you?” Harcourt leaned back into her seat to look past you, and everyone turned to follow her line of sight.

Two booths away, leaning on the table, stood the busboy, a dopey smile on his face and his head tilted. You watched as he shifted his weight to one hand, then gave a small finger-wiggle wave mostly directed at Smith.

“I think… that's my friend Gut Chase's younger brother.” The busboy dropped his hand but kept staring at Smith. “He has mental issues.” He half whispered the latter, though the volume was nowhere near low enough. Your brows scrunched together in disbelief as the guy raised both his fists in the air with a giggle.

You kept staring as the waitress moved back over to the table and placed the bowls of greens in front of Smith. Murn passed him a manilla folder, but you kept your eyes on the strange busboy. There was something about the way his curls fought to poke out from underneath his uniform hat, and the old-fashioned wirey glasses. He spun on his heel and walked away with a bounce before disappearing through a door.

The sound of a plate being stabbed drew your attention back to the table.

“-You’re gonna get dressing on it.” Smith scowled and slammed his fork down next to his plate.

“Dressing is easier to get off this helmet than a human lip. That's a fսckin' fact.” Despite his protests, Smith all but pouted took off his helmet and slammed it down on the table in front of his food while mumbling under his breath. He picks his fork up with a fist and stabs at his food, shovelling it into his mouth.

“Dude, you eat like a fucking toddler.” You tilted your head and scrunched up his nose as you watched him.

“You look like a fuckin’ toddler.” Peacemaker mumbled through a mouthful of leaves.

“So… I look young? Wow, what a zinger, you really got me there.” You monotonously drawled out as you rolled your eyes so hard it nearly hurt. “I’m just saying, you were clearly never taught how to hold a fork. Or eat like a normal fucking person.”

“Guess I didn’t have the perfect life you did growing up.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but Murn slammed his fork down, effectively shutting both you and Smith up.

“Enough. Both of you. Stop acting like children.” You barely raised your finger to point at Smith but Murn glared at you. “I don’t have the patience, and we don’t have the time for you to be bickering right now. If you have to have petty arguments just… wait until I don’t have to listen to it.”

The rest of the meal was eaten in silence - though Murn did scold Smith for using the job folder as a placemat - until finally you were all finished and dismissed back to the motel for the night.

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honeycombstrawberry · 3 years ago

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since adrian is obsessed with friendship and the whole bff thing i was thinking what if his partner picks up one of those cute bff necklaces that are very obviously meant for children? they like “hey, you wanna wear bff necklaces?” i can imagine him lighting up and they’re CONSTANTLY wearing them. he even wears it under his vig stuff. how would the 11th street kids react as well? also would it be possible to get little situations involving the necklace? i need to get this out of my head but i’m picturing them grabbing his and pulling him down to kiss him. obvi you don’t have to do any of this i just thought it was cute 😭

best friends forever

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: gen+

word count: 2,228

one-sentence synopsis: you're not expecting adrian to have this strong of a reaction to a simple gift, but the response he ends up having is nothing short of life-changing.

author's note: i wrote and uploaded this entirely on my phone before breakfast on this lovely saturday morning so please excuse any madnesses

read on ao3!

You didn't think it was going to be a thing.

You at least thought it would be a thing— that Adrian would think you're thoughtful, and he'd wear it a couple of times because he's loving and silly, but he'd ultimately end up forgetting about it. You'd just seen the matching BFF necklaces up near the counter when checking out with your groceries, and you'd thought, I bet Adrian would like that, and so you'd gotten them.

The matching necklaces sparkle with rainbow glitter, each of the necklace half of a heart that says BFF through the center. Though the word is visible in its entirety when you put the halves together, it's easy enough to guess what they are when separated. They're not the prettiest; they're gaudy, and cheap, and tiny, and you didn't really expect it to be a Thing, but—

—But when you get home and say, "Hey, Adrian, I got you a present!" and he came bounding out to find the two necklaces in your hands, he'd frozen completely, which was— unexpected, to say the least.

It's an entirely unanticipated response, and you stop now, too, confused.

"You got me a present?" he asks, with a strange inflection, like you'd somehow mean the other Adrian sharing this apartment with you.

"Yeah," you tell him. You tear the tag holding the necklaces together, then turn the charms so he can see the heart they form together, BFF sparkling inside. "See? They're BFF necklaces. One of the best friends wears one half, and the other wears the other."

You offer him one of the halves, the chain dangling from your fingers. He takes it like it's going to detonate somehow, his eyes all wide and focused down on it, his face pink. You're impossibly endeared by his reaction.

"You're my best friend?" Adrian asks, holding his half of the heart in the center of his palm.

"I mean, I was hoping so," you tell him. "Unless you want to give the other half to Ch—"

"No!" he hurries to say. "No, I don't— I want—" His fingers curl up tight around the necklace. "No, I— Thank you."

He's not often at a loss for words, so you take it as a good sign that he liked his gift. It might be a little silly, and his reaction a little strange, but he does seem excited about it overall. He holds it out delightedly, asks, "Will you put it on for me?"

You grin and say, "Yeah, of course." He spins, and you reach to bring the necklace around his throat, clasping it together against the back knob of his spine. You adjust the necklace; he tugs it forward so he can look at it, held securely in his palm, locked around his neck, pressed over his heart.

He examines it for a beat longer, face pink, before he looks up and says, "Let me help you put yours on! Since we're best friends."

You laugh, and he smiles, but he does seem like he actually means it, that he's not joking. You hand him the necklace, and he turns you, bringing it up so he can fix yours on your own neck. When the charm settles in place over your sternum, you place your hand over it for a moment.

"You sure we can be best friends?" Adrian asks. It's like he's pushing you, testing your cracks, seeing if there's any way you might not mean this. You wonder how many times Adrian has thought he had a best friend that he didn't have before, his strong emotions unreciprocated by people who don't understand him.

You do, though. You tell him, "Of course we can."

"Even though we're together?" Adrian asks hopefully, skeptic.

"I think that's even part of it," you tell him. "We wouldn't want to be together if we didn't get along, right?"

Adrian considers this, then asks, "So… You're my partner, and my best friend?"

"Yeah," you tell him, a thrill running through you. "If that's okay."

"Okay?" Adrian repeats incredulously. "I— Fucking yeah! Oh, my God, fuck yeah, you're, like, the coolest friend I've ever had."

"Poor Chris," you say, teasing.

Adrian looks surprised for a moment before he tells you in a rush, "You cannot tell Chris, okay? He thinks we're best friends and I don't want to bum him out."

"You could always get him a necklace, too," you point out. Adrian seems downright offended by that. "What? I just meant, if you wanted—"

"No, this is our thing," Adrian insists. He steps in close to you, lifting your necklace charm and his between his fingers so they pull together into one heart. "BFFs, see? It says right here." He examines the heart, then says, "Chris would think this is dumb, anyway."

You frown slightly. "Oh. I—"

"Not that this is dumb!" Adrian hurries to say. "Oh, no, I mean— Chris thinks lots of really awesome stuff is dumb because he's afraid of what people might think about him, you know. But I don't think this is dumb, I'm just saying Chris doesn't appreciate it! Wouldn't, he wouldn't, but— But I do, I really do, I— I didn't mean it, please, please don't take it back."

"What?" you ask, bewildered. "I'm not going to take it back, babe, it's a gift. It's yours now." You smile, adding, "And don't worry about it, you dingbat. I know what you mean."

Adrian flushes all over, at that. When he ducks in to kiss you, his necklace clacks into yours, and he grins so wide he can't even manage to kiss you properly.

From then on, the necklace isn't just a Thing, but A Thing. Adrian never takes it off, ever. He has it on with his work uniform, pulled proudly forward to rest over the top, uncaring of who sees and what they think. He has it on with his street clothes, gaudy rainbow glitter sparkling against warm sweaters and soft t-shirts. He has it on under his Vigilante armor, pressed tightly to the hollow beneath his throat, a protective talisman. He has it on when he has nothing else on at all, his necklace swinging down between you when he fucks you into the mattress.

He always has it on, always. Every time you see it, you can't help the little zip that goes through you, a smiling thrill when you remember you have the matching half. He's wearing it because of how much he cares about you; he never stops wearing it because he never wants to stop being your best friend. Neither of you can stomach the thought of losing the other, not even as friends. Adrian is a man who cares so deeply about his relationships with others, who gives so openly and freely, that you're not surprised by how obviously delighted he is by your expression of friendship and love. In fact, you probably should've expected this, but Adrian really is a wild card.

It takes a little while for the rest of the 11th Street Kids to realize he has it at all. He's got his clothes on more often than not, and the necklace tends to slip beneath his clothes just by virtue of its placement. On the few occasions the chain will break, Adrian gets pissed off until he finds a replacement, twitchy and agitated without his necklace, but nobody seems to put the pieces together as to why.

When one of them does finally notice, you're not surprised that it's John who says something. You'd partially expected Emilia, since you think she noticed a while ago, but she has slightly more tact— or she just didn't see any purpose in bringing it up.

"What's with the stupid necklace, man?" John finally asks. "It looks like something a 13-year-old girl would wear."

"People are always so shitty about 13-year-old girls," Adrian says, continuing to clean his knife without pausing or lifting his head. "But if they're open enough about their feelings to wear best friend necklaces, then, fuck yeah, this is something a 13-year-old girl would wear, you dick."

You snort a laugh, then look down quickly when John glares in your direction.

"I actually agree with him on this one," Leota says from the front seat.

"Thanks," Adrian says, resheathing his blade. "You're my fourth best friend now, Adebayo."

"Where's your brother on that list?" Chris asks, and Adrian whistles, dropping his hand all the way to the floor of the van.

"Ninth circle of Hell," he says. He snaps out another knife and starts cleaning blood off of this one, too. "Down in the pit with Sloth."

That starts a new thread, the topic of conversation shifting away from Adrian's necklace. When you look up, though, you see Emilia already looking at you, her eyes unexpectedly connecting with yours.

She motions to her own throat, and your hand lifts automatically to yours, your hand going up over your own charm under your clothes. A smile flickers across the corners of her lips before she returns her attention to cleaning her gun. She doesn't say anything, but she's— knowing.

Adrian never takes his necklace off, so you don't, either. It's a constant reminder of him, of the two of you. You like to feel it and remember your connection with him. When you're together, when you're apart, it doesn't matter; you're stupid in love with him. You're happy to have him close to your heart, even when he's not.

When you're captured on a mission and everything is removed from you, you don't think you'll ever see the necklace again. Adrian is the one who saves you, and, at first, he's only focused on getting you out of there. When he sees you don't have the necklace anymore, though, he tears apart the facility you're being kept in until he finds it and can lock it around your throat again.

When Adrian is injured and he gets his armor torn off of him by a doctor, examining the wounds underneath, Adrian slaps away their hands from his necklace. He groggily tells them, "That's mine," and gets more and more upset until you step in and take the necklace yourself, promising you'd wear it with your own and give it back when it was allowed again. It was only then that he'd settled down enough to be treated, you waiting by his side the entire time, clutching your necklace with his.

When you're out with the rest of the 11th Street Kids and Chris finally notices that you have the matching half of Adrian's necklace, he's— You hesitate to say flustered, but he so obviously is. He ends up stepping aside, saying to Adrian, "But I thought I was your best friend," to which Adrian replies, "You've got Eagly, dude. Let me have this." You laugh, and Adrian bounds back to your side, winding your hands together again.

When you're both taken prisoner, and your captors realize you have matching necklaces, you wonder if this is going to be it. They can tell there's an obvious link between the two of you, even without the way Adrian loses his fucking mind any time they threaten you instead of him. They tear the necklaces off of both of your necks, toss them into the corner, and Adrian screams himself hoarse telling them all the things he's going to do to them. When he eventually rips free of his bindings while they're torturing you, he makes good on his promises before returning your necklace to you and his to himself, carrying you out of there without hesitation.

When you wake up one day and realize your necklace isn't on, you immediately start to panic. You fumble in the sheets, desperate to find it, but it's nowhere to be found. You're halfway through tearing apart your nightstand when Adrian finally comes in and asks, "What the fuck are you doing?" and you have to tearfully admit that you lost your necklace, but you swear you went to bed with it on—

Which is when Adrian sheepishly pulls the necklace from his own pocket and says, "Sorry, I just needed it for a minute," before turning it back over to you. Your brow is furrowed, bewildered by what he might have needed, but that confusion evaporates completely when you actually look down at it and realize he's strung a ring through it, too. Your heart races, fingers closing around the charm and the ring together as your eyes snap up to meet Adrian's. His face is all pink, but he's grinning wide enough that you start to smile instinctively in return.

When you reach out and pull him in by his necklace, Adrian goes easily, stepping right into your space and allowing you to reel him down. You use the leverage of your grip on his necklace charm to tug him in for a deep kiss. He reaches out blindly, takes the necklace from your hand.

When you separate, he asks, "Best friends forever?" in such a hopeful tone, his face all lit up, that you can't help nodding right away.

When you say, "Yeah," and let him clasp the necklace on you again, "Best friends forever," he pulls you back in again, your necklace clacking against his between your chests to form the full heart once again.

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robo-writing · 3 years ago

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Sick Leave

Pairing: Adrian Chase x AFAB! Reader (Gender Neutral Pronouns)

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors DNI

Word Count: 3.8k Words

Summary: You work far from home, and Adrian misses your touch, so he decides to do something about it.

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Warnings: Phone Sex (kind of), Switch!Adrian, Oral (fem receiving), praise and degradation kink, p in v actions, unprotected sex, hickeys/bruising, Fluff (if you squint), Absolutely filthy dirty talk

Author’s Note: Hey there! This is the first fic I’ve written in years, I quit but then this funky lil white boy named Adrian Chase managed to worm his way into my heart, so here I am. Resident Tumblr user @jangofctts inspired me to write again, so if you liked my fic go give her a shout-out and check out her masterlist! Again, I’m very rusty, so any critiques are welcome and gladly accepted, hopefully you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

The last time you had to leave for work Adrian practically pounced on you the moment you walked through the door, you could barely even get a greeting out before you felt him pawing at anything he could touch.

Okay, to be fair, maybe you did video call your boyfriend and make him watch as you fingered yourself in your hotel room. And maybe you did tell him that he couldn’t touch himself until you got back as punishment for sending you nudes in the middle of your workday, but honestly he was being a tease and you were having none of it.

Besides, it did lead to some earth-shattering sex when you got back, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Adrian get naked that fast before.

Anyway as an apology you decided you need some nice de-stress time with your loving boyfriend, just you, him, and whatever movie was playing on T.V. You had the whole day planned out, you even made some snacks to enjoy when right before you grabbed the remote, lo and behold your boss decides that they need you back cross-country. Just when you were enjoying some much needed downtime, you had to go right back, and Adrian was not happy about it.

“Your boss is a dick of the highest caliber, and that's saying something.”

Well, he's not wrong.

“Maybe I should teach him a lesson.” he mused.

A heavy sigh leaves your body.

“No Adrian, you cannot kill my boss.” “Oh come on!” he grumbles out. “I wouldn’t kill him, I’m better than that. I’d just scare him a little, you can live without a finger-”

“Adrian.”

“Okay okay! Message received.” He rolls his eyes, but it only causes the both of you to laugh.

You were currently cuddling on the couch, Adrian wrapping his hands around your waist as some random action flick you put on plays in the background. You were trying to enjoy the little time you had left before you had to leave, but it was weighing on both of you as you mindlessly watched the poorly cgi’d explosions.

“I mean I don't get why he’s such a jerk, you do most of the work anyway.” You hum in agreement, often enough you end up running around your building picking up other workers slack, but you never have the guts to tell them to do it to themselves.

“Office jobs are like that honey, no one likes them but at least you get paid.” You end your sentence with a kiss to his shoulder, his head just a bit too high for you to reach.

The movie was interesting for the most part, but you could feel Adrian’s attention waning as he found you more interesting than the cheesy-one liners. He kept nosing at your neck, starting off with small kisses that grew into something more, each one longer than the last. You let him move your head to expose more as he slowly mouthed at the fading bruises he already left behind, his hands grazing across your body.

“Are you sure you need to go?” You can hear him breathe out as he kisses the base of your neck, causing your breath to hitch.

You can feel him smile into your shoulder as his hands make their way up your shirt. The way his mouth is moving across your skin makes you seriously consider telling your boss you can’t make it, but you have bills to pay. Not like Adrian’s making the choice any easier for you when you feel him grinding himself against your backside, a not-so subtle reminder of everything he has to offer you as long as you stay with him.

You fully turn yourself around to face him, hands on his shoulders as you straddle his lap. On instinct his hands make their home on your hips, fingers slowly running up and down your curves as his thumbs draw small circles across your body.

“You know I have to go baby.” You say as you kiss his nose.

“Yeah, but, you don’t actually HAVE to go y’know?” Somehow he keeps up his conversation while casually palming at your breasts. “Like I’m pretty sure there’s no law against telling your boss you have a super hot boyfriend at home who’s willing to eat you out until you cry.” You laugh at him, that goofy smile plastered across his face like he’s not 10 seconds away from doing exactly that.

“First of all, TMI, he’d probably fire me. Second of all-“ You gasp as you feel Adrian pinch one of your nipples. “-I’d only be gone for a few days. You can survive.” He apparently didn’t like that as he pinched your nipple again, albeit a bit harder.

“No I wouldn’t, I’d die, honest to god.” You’d be laughing if his hands against your chest weren’t so fucking divine.

“I’m so serious,” He managed to remove your shirt before he continued. “I have a disease, it’s chronic, and it can only be treated by you! You’re like, my super sexy nurse.” He’s rambling at this point, but he manages to lift you off his lap long enough to take your underwear off, the cool air across your soaking wet pussy causing shivers to run up your spine. Adrian notices it too, because within the blink of an eye you’re on your back and he’s firmly placed himself between your thighs, one hand at the back of your knee and the other holding you down by the hip.

“Hey, has anyone ever told you that you have the prettiest pussy ever?” He collects your wetness onto his fingers and brings them to his mouth, savoring the taste. “Tastes like heaven too.”

Your chest is heaving in anticipation, but you look down to see Adrian staring down at the mess you’ve made of yourself. You can feel yourself getting self-conscious and move to close your legs but he’s having none of it, forcing both of them apart in a split second.

“You should know better than to get in between what belongs to me.” He barely acknowledges the soft moan that leaves your lips. “Don’t be shy. Besides,” You feel his lips trace across your skin, “I like to see how much of a sloppy whore you get for me.”

Fuck, he’s going to be the death of you. How can someone so cute have the filthiest fucking mouth you’ve ever seen?

He kisses up your legs, once, twice, again and again as he makes his way up your thighs, so close yet so far. Your skin is on fire and he’s barely touched you yet. You can feel his breath, you hold his hair and try to grind up to his mouth but he has an iron grip on you. You know he wants you to agree with him and stay home, but damn it if you’re not stubborn.

“Adrian,” you slowly begin, “I promise I’ll be back as soon as possible-“ You can feel your back arch as he leaves a particularly hard bite on the inside of your thighs.

“Not soon enough. Plus, who else is gonna fuck you as good as I do while you’re gone? Hm?” You look down at him just as you can see his gaze drifting from your legs to something on the table. He’s oddly quiet, maybe too quiet. In your whole relationship quiet isn't a word you’d use to describe him. You follow his eyes and you immediately feel your heart drop.

You look back at him. “Adrian, no.” He’s clearly not listening to you anymore. “You should call your boss right now. I think it would be a good idea.” “Adrian, no!-” He’s faster than you, damn his reflexes, and by the time you reach your hand out he’s already halfway into your contacts searching for your boss’s number. You can tell he found it when you see his eyes light up with mischief.

“Adrian so help me god-” You can already hear it ring, and the universe is clearly laughing at you because the ONE time you don’t want your boss to pick up he somehow manages to do so in less than a second.

“I’m busy, what do you want?” God damn it.

“Hello sir, this won’t take up a lot of your time-” You throw a particularly heated glare towards Adrian, but any hate you have for him is soon lost when you feel his lips against your pussy.

“Hurry up, time is money, if you’re going to say something say it.” Pleasepleaseplease don’t find out.

You try to be as courteous as possible but words start escaping you when Adrian starts pressing his tongue against your clit. You think about trying to slap him away but you know he’d more than likely get turned on.

“Y-yes sir, well, I’m sick.” Very convincing.

“You’re sick?” You can almost hear the eye roll through the phone. “I’m sure you are. Is that it?”

Adrian slaps your thigh as his tongue moves faster against your heat. You know what he wants, a silent warning to hurry the hell up.

“Yes sir, I’m-” You barely have time to cover your mouth before a moan flies from your throat. “I’m very, very sick, I don’t-” Fucking hell Adrian if you keep doing that-

Your boss interrupts your shaky thoughts. “Are you trying to call out?”

“Yes!” You whine out to your boyfriend but soon remember who you’re supposed to be talking to and clear your throat.

“Yes I am sir, I have to-” You choke out a moan into your hand. “-call out, I can’t go, I’m sorry-” You are barely holding yourself together, it is taking every last inch of your willpower to not throw your phone across your room and fall apart right then and there. You sneak a look toward Adrian and he’s fucking smiling against your cunt.

“You sound tired, you must really be sick.” You’re slowly losing your vocabulary as you hum out a noise in agreement.

“Yeah” you stammer out, “have to g-go sleep, bye!”

“Wait, when are you coming back-”

You barely register his farewell as you end your call and slam your phone into the couch, fingers immediately taking purchase in Adrian’s soft brown hair. The moan he lets out moves through you as he somehow manages to push himself further into your heat, his fingers bruising the meat of your thighs. Your head is spinning, your lungs desperately take in any air as your legs slowly begin to shake.

“Baby please don’t stop, please let me come, make me come-” You cut yourself off as you cry out, his lips sucking on your clit and never letting go. Adrian’s just as desperate as you are, if not moreso. His face is slick with your arousal, every sound tumbling from your lips spurring him on as his mouth moves faster and faster against your pussy. You can feel every whine and moan he lets out into your skin as you rock your hips and use him for all he’s worth.

Your back arches off the couch, followed immediately by a tidal wave of pleasure washing over your body. You don’t register how loud you scream as Adrian devours everything you have to give him. When you come back to earth your ears are ringing, and you still feel his tongue drawing slow circles as he looks up at you through hooded eyes.

His face cherry red, he looks at your pussy like a man starved. You see him rutting against the couch, see how desperate he is to dive into your warm heat and never come back but he’s waiting for you, those pretty green eyes almost completely overshadowed by his dilated pupils. He’s completely fucked out and he still looks like sunshine, and in all honesty you’d risk going blind if it meant you could stare at him all day.

When you finally catch your breath you motion for him to come up, chest to chest. You taste yourself when his lips descend onto yours, both of you reveling in the feeling of being so close before you pull away.

“Thank you baby.” You pull yourself up and slowly caress his cheek just the way he likes, instantly relaxing into your touch as he lets out a soft noise. “You treat me so well.” you purr.

“Yeah?” he hums out, lost in the feeling of your fingers against his scalp, “Was I good?”

A small giggle escapes you, even when he’s the one doing all the work he’s still checking up on you.

“You’re always a good boy for me Adrian.”

You swear you could see the gears stop turning in his head. “Please don’t call me that, I’ll actually blow a load all over the couch. Unless that's what you want because I'm totally down for whatever-” You place a chaste kiss on his nose, which seems to stop him from going into another rant. You get lost in him again, all curly hair and big doe eyes. He’s completely debauched, glasses fogged and slanted as his breath comes out uneven, and yet he still looks at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever had the fortune of meeting. What did you do to deserve him? “Honeybee? You’re staring, are you okay?” He looks at you concerned, fingers still playing in the expanse of your thighs. You almost forgot where you were. “I’m fine angel,” you begin “just thinking about how amazing you are.” You bring your thumb up to lightly play with his bottom lip. “You treat me so well.”

You didn’t think he could get any redder but he does, the sound that leaves his lips is sinful.

“Do I? Does that mean you’re staying?” He presses a sloppy kiss to your collarbone, a sigh ripping from your throat as he moves his way down your body.

“I thought that was what the call was for?” You ask, confusion obvious in your voice.

“What? No, no way, I’m not done with you.” Huh?

Before you could ask what he meant he leaned back on his legs and you could see, or rather feel the answer prodding at your entrance. You sneak a glance downward, his cock red and throbbing. You notice the rivulets of precum down his shaft, all for you, and yet he was still looking at you for permission. As if he ever had to ask.

Just being this close to your pussy was sending him spiraling, sandwiching himself between your heat and slowly teasing you, but never actually succumbing to his needs.

“You feel so good, always feel so good, you feel like heaven-” He gasps out, words spilling out of him in one breath.

He puts his hand on your hips, glides himself against you even more than before. “Please, can I fuck you?” He whines. “I really needed to before but you sounded so good when I ate your pussy and I couldn’t stop myself-” You bring his attention back with a tug of his hair, eyes firmly locked on his.

“Adrian, please,” you bring your hand to guide his length. “I want you to fuck me.”

You don’t need to tell him twice as he focuses solely on your neglected pussy, your voices getting higher and higher as you feed off of each other's pleasure. On instinct your legs wrap around his waist as he enters you, bringing the two of you closer and closer until Adrian has to hold himself up by his forearms. One inch, two inches, more and more fill you and you fully fall into his trap, your thoughts filled with nothing but how amazing he feels inside you. Almost immediately you can hear your effect on him, barely formed sentences rushing from his lips.

“Holy shit-holy shit-” he makes a strangled noise. ”Can I move?”

You nod, and immediately feel him become frenzied, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing off the walls. You grab onto his arms, then his back, leaving harsh red marks where your fingers meet his skin. The pain only spurs him on, his rhythm merciless.

“Goddamn it, you-” he manages to find his voice after a beat, “Your pussy is so tight, I’m not going to last…” You screw your eyes shut, completely lost in the euphoria, desperately chasing after your high. You hardly feel his fingers against your neck, but the moment he tightens them your eyes fly open, rolling back. “Hey,” he squeezes again and brings your focus back to him, “Say you want me, tell me you want my cock, tell me you want me to fuck you stupid, say it.” He sounds as breathless as you feel, hips moving faster and faster and faster- oh god I can't think-

He puts even more pressure on your throat, you think you might actually see stars.

“Fucking say it, I need to hear you say it, god please-” he pleads.

“I want you to fuck me Adrian, need you to fuck me-” You can don’t finish your sentence, his cock driving so deep inside it forces the air out of your lungs.

“Get loud princess, tell me how it feels, tell me how good it feels when I stuff your tight little pussy full of my cock.” His breath is shaky, sweat forcing his curls to stick to his face. You love how wild he’s getting, hands grabbing at anything he can find, your neck, your waist, your tits, he even whispers sweet nothings against your skin as his thrusts become erratic. Even when he lets your throat go and pins your hands above your head he can’t get enough of you, as long as he could feel you underneath him it doesn’t matter. Your head fills with static when you feel Adrian’s deft fingers moving against your clit.

“Need you to come for me, need to make you feel good, let me make you feel good darling-” He’s sobbing into your shoulders, body pressed firmly into you, his vocabulary blurring into a mess of half-finished sentences and grunts.

You’re slurring your words at this point, barely able to hold a sentence under the immense pressure of his hips snapping against yours. A particularly hard thrust leaves you reeling and you cry out his name as you come, your walls fluttering around him. Adrian follows soon after, enveloping your body in a tight hug before you feel his release inside you, warm and satisfying. The two of you both collapse against the couch, desperately trying to take in any air you can before you feel your boyfriend grab you by the neck for a kiss. It’s sloppy, all tongue but it’s what you both need right now. When Adrian’s had his fill he holds your face, peppering kisses all over your face.

“You’re so beautiful.” A kiss. “You’re so fucking pretty” Another kiss. “You’re better than-fuck hold on-” You stifle a giggle as he tries and fails to find something to compare you to.

“Y’know what? Doesn’t matter, you’re still better.” He brings you to his chest and never lets go. Even though you’re both sweaty and gross, you still find yourself relaxing in his arms. Only after a few minutes do you realize exactly how much of a number Adrian did to you.

It hurts to move, you note to yourself, but in a good way. The grip he had on your hips was bruising, and you know you’re going to feel it for days, a pretty reminder that only Adrian could leave behind. Noticing your discomfort, he makes it his goal to leave small kisses on every mark he left behind, even if you have to stop him from leaving more behind.

You pinch his shoulder when he tries to leave another one on you. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“Only for you.” You don’t have to look at him to know he meant every word. “I get lonely when you’re gone, and it's like your boss loves taking you away from me.” he mumbles. You’ve known about Adrian’s insecurities for a while, his fear of being alone, and you don’t miss how he holds you just that bit tighter at his confession. You get the feeling he isn’t only talking about the guy who writes your checks.

“Adrian, you really missed me huh?” You laugh to no one in particular, enjoying the feeling of your boyfriend coddling you.

“Of course, duh, you’re the best girlfriend ever. I always miss you when you’re gone,” He turns to you. “But now we have plenty of time to make up for it.” He tries to finish with a wink but it comes out awkward and forced, and you giggle because as bad as it was, he still looked cute.

“Hey,” you whisper. “Look at me.” Adrian’s an awful liar on account of his face, his eyes give everything away, and right now you can see that hint of self-doubt lingering. You feel guilty, how could you be so naive?

“I’m sorry for leaving so much, I'll talk to my boss. And if he doesn’t agree I could always get a new job, yeah?”

You feel content at the small fuck yeah against your neck.

Okay, time to clean up.

You shake off the wobble in your legs before making your way to the bathroom, or at least you were until you were interrupted.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You’re stopped by his arms around your waist. “I'm not done with you.”

You feel his fingertips against your clit and the overstimulation makes your legs twitch.

“Adrian what are you-” You don't finish your sentence before you feel him drop you on his lap, scooting you closer towards him- there's no way he's still hard.

“I told you Honeybee, I’m not done with you.” Oh no.

“You’re always at work, or somewhere else, and you leave me alone sooo…” He presses himself against your body. “I'm deciding to do something about it.” Before you can open your mouth to argue you feel the sharp sting of his palm across your ass.

“So, I figure if you can’t walk, you can’t leave me.” Oh no.

“So that’s why…” He looks into your eyes and watches your reaction. “I’m going to stretch your sweet pussy over my cock until it’s dripping off my balls, and I'm going to keep you there until you’re too weak to stand. And if you even think about leaving the house I’ll fuck you ‘till you cry.” He smiles at you.

Like, genuinely smiles at you.

As if he didn’t just say the most filthy shit you’ve ever heard.

He said it so “matter-of-factly” too, like it was a casual thing to say that you were going to ruin your girlfriend on a Saturday afternoon. And knowing Adrian, he meant every word of it.

You couldn’t tell if it was fear or lust, but you were definitely feeling something, and if you knew anything about Adrian Chase, he keeps his promises. You look him in the eyes, and shudder.

Maybe you should say a prayer while you can still think.

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vigsilantes · 2 years ago

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valentine's day (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader Summary: Adrian and the reader spend yet another Valentine's Day together. Word Count: 1.4k Tags: established relationship, reader-insert, gender-neutral pronouns, post-canon, idiots in love, comfort, fluff, drinking, domestic fluff, valentine's day

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After a long shift at your day job, all you wanted to do when you got home was relax with Adrian and have a chill night. You were not at all up for patrolling tonight, the bad guys of Evergreen can wait a night to be caught. Work was a pain in the ass and based on your texts with Adrian through the day you could tell that he would probably be up for staying in tonight as well. Before your shift had ended you texted Adrian and told him that you would walk home from work tonight to clear your head from the messy day you just had, and to your surprise he didn’t throw a fit about not picking you up. He loves picking you up from work, but you figured he probably had a long day at the restaurant too, so it didn’t strike you as anything to worry about-or worry too much about. You then texted Adrian to let him know you were leaving work.

You: omw home :) Ade: cool beans see you soon babe!🧜🏻

With that, you threw in your headphones and listened to music on your short walk home. It only took a few minutes to get there, and as you walked down the street you saw the Vigilante-mobile parked outside of your apartment.

As you approached your door you heard music playing, you recognized it to be “Paper Rings” by Taylor Swift, you giggled knowing how much Adrian loves Miss Swift. You happily sighed because you love coming home to hear Adrian singing off-key and seeing his dorky dance moves, it will make any shitty day you’ve had a thousand times better. After turning the keys to unlock the door you found Adrian standing in the hallway holding a bouquet of roses. You noticed that the entire apartment was covered in flower petals, hearts, and candles-all of the Valentine’s Day essentials. Suddenly it hit you, you remembered today is the 14th. With your day job being insane and also working relentlessly with the 11th Street Kids, you completely lost track of the date. There was also a box of your favorite pizza and a few bottles of wine with glasses on the table, he really went all out. Your cheeks instantly grew pink, and a giant smile painted onto your face.

“Adrian??” you begin, bewildered at what he was doing. He flashed his teeth and padded over to you.

“Wow I can’t believe that I timed that out right from when you said you were coming home,” Adrian chuckled at his own timing and you couldn’t help but laugh, he straightened himself and cleared his throat, “Will you be my Valentine, my love?” he offered you the roses and wiggled his brows in anticipation. You huffed a laugh and heat ran to your cheeks, completely shocked at what he set up for you.

“I-of course, honey, it would be my honor,” you stepped in close to him, leaned onto your tippy toes and planted a kiss on his lips. He briefly pulled away and stares into your eyes, you could stare into his green eyes for a lifetime.

“Pshh no, babe, the honor is all mine!” He kissed you again, you felt intoxicated by the way he kissed you. He then motioned for you to put your stuff down and generously helped you take off your coat and put your bag in its usual spot. You kicked your shoes off and walked over to him, closing the distance between you both.

“Y’know we’ve been each other’s valentines for years now, I wasn’t expecting you to ask me and to… do all of this. It is very thoughtful, and sweet, and charming, and just… amazing, Ade,” you confessed, he took your hands.

“Yeaahhh we’ve been valentines forever now, I just wanted to do something to surprise you and to celebrate our loveeeeee,” he playfully wiggled your arms, “and to show you how cool I think you are and how you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I wanted us to have a super romantic night with each other and get a little wine drunk, and y’know sometimes it’s nice to be cheesy and fall into the whole heartsy-fartsy thing,” he let out a deep breath after rambling, you somehow managed to smile even more than you were before.

“You’re the best, like seriously, Ade, I love you so much,” you kissed him again. “Anddd even though I totally forgot today was Valentine’s Day, like the actual day of the holiday, I do have a gift for you that I got a few weeks ago,” his eyes lit up. You separated from him briefly to run to get his gift-it was a Beatles record that he has been looking to buy for a while, well, he had the album before, it’s one of his favorite albums ever, but it got damaged. One night a couple months ago Chris brought Eagly over to visit and Eagly was not happy to be in your small apartment, and while listening to the record Eagly spread his wings, hit the vinyl, and it got scratched from the needle. Since then, it’s been unplayable, and it’s been hard to find in any stores near you guys. Adrian was kinda pissed as it was his favorite record, but it was easy to see that Eagly felt bad afterwards because he tried hugging Adrian, which made Adrian tear up and immediately stop being mad at him.

Luckily, you managed to stumble across it at a record store a few weeks ago and you had to buy it for him, you snuck it home and hid it under your shared bed so he wouldn’t find it until the holiday. You grabbed it and shuffled over to the table where he was now sitting. With a warm grin on your face, you handed him the wrapped gift.

“OOOH,” he said eagerly, he very quickly unwrapped it and his eyes grew wide, he chuckled.

“Do you like it?” you ask, already knowing the answer, he shook his head wildly.

“Uhhh yeah! Holy shit I can’t believe you found it! Thanks, babe, we gotta listen to it right now,” you nodded your head in agreement as he paused the music from his phone and went over to the record player. He placed the needle on the record and Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band began playing, Adrian started dancing over to you and singing the lyrics.

“It was twenty years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play,” he bobbed his head to the beat and smiled, “Ahh fuck I missed having this album, I am so happy right now!”

“Me too,” you beamed, he sat across from you, “our minds are so similar we both had little Valentine’s Day surprises for each other!” He comically gasped at what you said.

“Woahh you are totally right, that’s insane! We are so in sync, babe, I love it,” Adrian said, he was clearly ecstatic about the record which made you very content with your purchase. “It’s almost like our cycles are synched or something, babe,” he pondered, you snorted loudly at his comment. He then reached for the wine. “Care for some vino, my love?” he asked as he opened the bottle, you nodded, and he poured glasses for you both.

You noticed the label on the wine and your heart felt warm, as this particular bottle of wine was the kind you both drank after he asked you to be in a relationship many years ago. You reflected on the time you have spent with Adrian over the years and how grateful you were to be with him.

“Cheers,” you said as you both clinked your glasses, Adrian’s eyes were literally dilating as he looked at you, you blushed-or your cheeks were still blushing, the pink never left your face since you arrived at home.

You have been with him for so many years now but the littlest things he does can still make you get butterflies or blush or just feel giddy with joy; his laugh, his eyes, how he plays with your hair, the cute nicknames he has for you, his stupid jokes, his smile, how he knows your coffee order, the way he holds your hand, just … everything.

He just makes your heart happy.

He scooched his chair next to yours, flung his arm around you, and began softly rubbing your shoulder. You both went in for a kiss, smiling in between breaths.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” you softly said in between kisses, the smiles never left your faces.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe. I’m so so soooo fucking happy that you’re my Valentine.”

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