#adrian chase thirst

[training4theapocalypse]

Do any of you thisty MFs know where the 5th GIF of him in the car is from? I've just rewatched Peacemaker and have no idea where this scene happened.

Freddie Stroma as Adrian Chase in Peacemaker 1x04

[adriansboyfriend]

Random thirst thought that’s probably fucking weird. Would Adrian/V fuck you in a cemetery or would that be a hard no?

[pretendfan]

It’s the most wonderful time of the year…

Adrian Chase x F! Reader

{a/n Christmas 2022 this idea was first thought of but shelved because there just wasn’t the time to start it. Until now because the Adrian thirst is once again making me feral for this lil guy, and the need to write something was too strong to ignore. So here it is, a vague idea that I’ve let take the lead so this story goes where it wants to go…you have been warned🤣Merry Christmas!}

*Huge thanks to @powerfultenderness for guiding me through this, you are on the good list♥️*

*Takes place after show, characters all established and in this world Vig still has his parents*

~Three POV’s and a whole lot of secrets are poured into this holiday story, which is clearly spiked with festive cheer and definitely shouldn’t be read whilst driving, this is a tasty Christmas treat that you definitely don’t want to miss!~

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

{WARNING: 18 PLUS/ swearing, blatant disregard for the holiday season, lots of smut, p in v, oral sex, doggy style, under a Christmas tree, flirting and teasing, tis the season for cheesiness, ambiguous ending}

[powerfultenderness]

adrian chase on arrow has zero things in common with adrian chase on peacemaker. adrian chase on arrow isn't even adrian chase - his real name is simon morrison. arrow s5 is great and adrian/simon is a great villain, but if you go in expecting anyone even resembling peacemaker adrian you'll be disappointed.

i'm also sad about peacemaker s2 being pushed back, but the characters are all supposed to appear in the waller show! so hopefully we'll still get more of our beloved adrian soon <3.

I'm, like, vaguely familiar with Arrow. My mom was waaay into it, and i'd catch some episodes over dinner sometimes. I think I remember him. But, at this point, I'll take any and all versions of Adrian Chase, pick and choose random parts and use it as fanfic inspo.

As for Waller, I just know it won't be enough! I am dying of Adrian thirst, and it'll be a sip of water!

I bet he'll get maybe a quarter the screen time he had on Peacemaker? Which would be understandable! I expect the show to be more about Waller and her relationship with Leota to be the main like, emotional, focus, with w/e trouble as the backdrop. My best guess is that Waller either threatens Peacemaker to help or Leota guilt trips him into it ("that's my mom!" oh, shit! you think Leota gonna end up killing her mom like Chris had to kill his dad? 🤔 Maybe not...Waller seems pretty instrumental in pulling all the strings in everything...) And Vig probably just tags along because why not, his skills could come in handy.

I just pray that Gunn will give us some Vigilante eye candy.

🧜‍♂️

[seancekitsch]

I love how Adrian is a permanent fixture on your thirst fixations list now (it’s what he deserves! I’m never getting over him either).

writing and simping for adrian chase to me, simply, is now like when the green goblin mask whispers shit to willem dafoe

[paulroberts316]

What is your earliest memory?  I remember climbing out of my crib. Sure my mom kept me in a crib until I was 8 but that is still pretty early, right? Kidding, I had to have been no more than 3. I also remember the taste of our sofa. I would gnaw on the edge of the cushion; it had a distinct salty flavor I can easily remember now 50+ years later. My family moved out of our first house when I was 5 so all the memories I have from that house, and I have a lot, were from that age. Things like, we used to have dirt clod fights with the neighbors until one of the dirt clods that hit me in the head had a decent sized rock in it. My brother David, 3 ½ years older, knew that if I ran into the house crying to mom the fun would be over, so he was very motivated to get me to stop crying and stay outside. Somehow he figured out that I was incapable of saying the word ‘cheeseburger’ and continuing to cry. So … dirt clod hits my head, rock in dirt clod, I start crying, I head for the front door to tell mom I was hurt, David stops me and says “you’re fine … say ‘cheeseburger’.” After a couple refusals to say it (I really needed to see mom) I said ‘cheeseburger’ and started to laugh which stopped me crying. We stayed outside playing until the ‘cheeseburger’ trick was needed again.

Another vivid memory from this age was when we were riding in the back of a pick-up truck on a street in our neighborhood (completely unrestrained, we didn’t care much about safety back then) when a dog who always chased cars came out after us. The driver of the truck, I can’t remember whose truck this was, swerved into the dog as we accelerated past it and the rear bumper clipped the dog’s head sending the dog pinwheeling away and nearly tearing its ear off. As a lover of animals this was a horrific thing to witness as a 5 year old. Sadly, I can remember it clearly 50 years later.

Around this time we had a babysitter, a teenage boy, who would teach us how to make and smoke pretend cigarettes out of rolled up scraps of newspaper. This was the era of candy cigarettes (look it up it was a thing) and we thought pretending to smoke was cool. We didn’t inhale the smoke but just puffed it and imitated adults we had seen smoking (smoking was very common, by adults not 5 year olds, in the 70’s but neither of our parents smoked, thank God). Being the responsible babysitter that he was, he made us eat peanut butter to get the smell of smoke off of our breath before our parents came home. Neither my brother nor I became smokers. In fact 10 years later when my mom got remarried to a man who did smoke (Skip, more on him later), my brother and I bullied him into quitting. We would literally grab his pack of cigarettes and crush them and throw them away. We were decent sized kids and it was obvious our mom loved us a lot more than she did him, so there was never any blow-back. This is the only time I support bullying.

This babysitter, who is now a successful business man working as a project manager at a major dot.com (thank you LinkedIn search) also taught us how to make prank phone calls. This knowledge I put to ‘good’ use throughout my youth. I was not a regular prank phone caller, I went more for quality than quantity, and by that I mean that I didn’t make a prank call unless I had a really funny idea I wanted to perpetrate. As a latch-key kid I had plenty of alone time so this was one small way to relieve my boredom and exercise my creativity.

My (at this point completely overstated) career as a prank caller came to a zenith (and conclusion) when I was a Freshman at Eastern Washington University. I lived in a dorm called Morrison Hall. Adrian was a football teammate and dorm neighbor who became a close friend of mine and shared my sense of adventure and thirst for wholesome mischief. And by wholesome mischief I mean throwing stale food at people from the top floor of our dorm (and later prank phone calls). To understand how throwing stale food could be a thing we enjoyed, here’s a little back story: Adrian’s girlfriend Theresa, who was an EWU cheerleader and his high school sweetheart, lived on our dorm floor. Also, her older brother Jeff was on the same dorm floor. Theresa and Jeff’s family were the type of family to have an entire out-building on their property just for storing food in bulk in the event of the world food supply chain being disrupted or the Apocalypse, or who knows. So their mom would ship them cases of snacks, like cookies, caramels, bags of chips, et cetera. Since Theresa, Jeff and Adrian could never consume 500 cookies in a timely fashion I would help them eat them. As much as we all liked cookies, me more than most, we burned out on eating them after three or four hundred were consumed, so the final hundred or so went stale. Normal people would throw the remaining stale cookies away and move on with their lives. But Adrian and I had a much better idea: hiding on the balcony of the top floor of our dorm at night and flinging them at people below who would have no idea where they were coming from. This brought us much joy.

At first we would toss a cookie down so it would land near a person or two in front of our building causing them to look around and wonder ‘where the hell did that cooking come from?’ This was simple harmless fun. One night we decided to escalate things a bit and we turned our sights on scaring people out in front of the dorm hall next ours. This changed the dynamic of our cookie throws as we were not able to be sure we would miss the people in the area we were throwing. Because we didn’t want to hit anyone in the face or hurt anyone (we liked or didn’t know) we waited until a very annoying person we knew came into the target zone, a guy named Frank. He was standing on the sidewalk in front of Streeter Hall and we let fly a stale cookie in his general direction. Contact! We hit him in the leg. You can see from the images below that this was a hell of a throw (but not the best, you just wait). He thought whatever had hit his leg came from someone in the building he was standing in front of and started yelling and shaking his fist at the upper floors of Streeter Hall. We were dying with laughter at this. It never occurred to him that it might have come from Morrison Hall and we loved the anonymity of it.

Once we proved to ourselves that we could hit someone in front of Streeter Hall and it sunk in that we didn’t really know where the cookie would land, and because we didn’t want to hurt anyone, we stopped.

But we still had some stale cookies left and the thought of throwing them away never crossed our minds, so we transitioned to the competitive sporting aspect of cookie throwing, who could throw one the farthest.

I’d like to take credit for pulling off the throw that I am about to describe, but it was Adrian that launched the magic cookie. I have to include images of the scene to show the amazingness of what he accomplished, included below. But first a description of the event. These stale cookies really flew when flinged properly and Adrian and I got really good at flinging them long distances with reasonable accuracy. It was a sunny weekend day and we decided to launch cookies out the back of our hall lounge area on the 5th floor for distance. We slid open the sliding doors to the balcony from the lounge area and launched our cookies with the aim of trying to hit the apartment complex across the street. You will see in the images below this is a long way to throw a cookie. We took turns launching cookies out across the street with varied result. Each throw elicited from both of us the kind of laugh you make when you are doing something fun, exciting and mischievous. Our throwing form was just like you’d use skipping rocks on a pond, with a couple step lead up to a very aggressive flip of the wrist, the cookie spinning off our index finger. When done right, the cookie would fly out the doors, over the balcony rail and then across the street to the two-story apartment complex. I was the first to get one all the way there, landing it on the roof of the complex. A nice snack for the birds. This is a hell of a throw distance-wise, but Adrian’s next throw would turn out to be more glorious than we could have ever imagined. As he was starting his throw a male resident of the apartment complex we were throwing at came out his front door on the second floor holding a basket of laundry. He turned and started walking down the outdoor walkway towards the stairs at the end of the building, oblivious to what a couple of fools were doing across the street in Morrison Hall. My memory of the throw seems like slow motion, but in reality, when you throw a cookie 165 feet it takes a while to get to its landing spot. By the time it is out over 100 feet it is not travelling that fast, acting more like a cross between a paper airplane and a sugary UFO. Our eyes got big and excitement grew as we watched the cookie track towards the laundry carrying man, who was not an intended target when the throw commenced but quickly became the desired target as the cookie traveled his way. This throw must have been blessed by the patron saint of thrown cookies (Saint Amos?) as it hit the laundry carrying man in the upper arm, causing him to drop his laundry basket, grab his bicep, say ‘ow’ and look around in bewilderment. We couldn’t believe it. The victim had no idea what had happened. Adrian and I were inside the dorm hall across the street out of sight, freaking out with joy at what had happened.

Based on Google Maps this throw was around 165 feet

After this amazing event we stopped throwing cookies because we, A) realized this was a dangerous and foolish thing to do, or, B) ran out of cookies. I’m going to remember it as reason ‘A’, though it was almost for sure reason ‘B’.

Next we proceeded to buy the supplies needed to make a funnelator, a sling shot made of surgical tubing and a funnel, to launch water balloons. We did this a couple times with joyous success until our launch platform on a hill across the street from Morrison Hall was charged by the local police who confiscated our funnelator and bucket of water balloons, letting us off with a warning to never do this again, which we heeded.

Which leads us back to our prank calling. Adrian and I didn’t drink or do any type of drugs. We were sober college students who didn’t party, so we got creative filling our spare time. As Division 1-AA (now FCS) football players we actually didn’t have that much spare time, so we needed to make the most of it, and we did. At some point when we were bored it donned on us that the phones in each dorm room (a decade before cell phones were common) had phone numbers that were basically a prefix, then the room number. We found the prefix for another dorm hall on campus and started dialing. Mostly this was Adrian talking and I offering suggestions on what to say and what numbers to call. Adrian was a lot more socially outgoing than I was.

Using what I now know to be called ‘social engineering’ we would learn the names of people on a floor and call them using their name like we knew them. It went something like this:

Adrian: “Hi, Michelle is Jenny there?”

Victim: “I’m not Michelle, I’m Anne.”

Adrian: “Oh, sorry Anne, is Jenny there?”

Victim (Anne): “Jenny Smith? She’s doesn’t live in this room, she’s in room 812”

Mostly we did it to confuse the hell out of them for our amusement. Often times we used the ruse of a missing frisbee. It was pretty harmless.

Calling room 812 …

Adrian: “Hi Jenny?”

Victim #2 (Jenny): “Yes this is Jenny who’s this?”

Adrian: “It’s Mark. Anne says you have my frisbee!”

Confusion and hilarity ensued. One night when it was snowing pretty hard we decided to escalate things by calling around to find someone who would be willing to come out to the parking lot and help us put a canopy on our (imaginary) truck. Sure enough, we were able to talk someone into helping us. It turns out when you call someone using their real name and mention a couple of people on their dorm floor recommended them as a helpful, compassionate person, they can be convinced to do things they wouldn’t normally do. We are pretty sure he went out in the snow looking for this guy who called him out of the blue asking for help. We didn’t go out and see for sure that he did, I mean, it was snowing out.

At this point I started to feel a bit bad about pranking people but not enough to stop. Next we called a girl whose name we found through ‘social engineering’ people on her floor and convinced her we had a crush on her and wanted to meet for lunch. She was convinced and as far as we know she waited for this mystery guy at the Student Union Building café the next day. After we hung up, and all the next day, I felt really bad for her. So that was the end my prank calling career forever.

[paramcur]

teddy  can  tell  by  the  shift  in  adrian's  tone  that  he's  struck  a  nerve,  humiliated  him  in  some  way,  and  this  does  nothing  to  quell  the  incessant  thirst  coursing  through  him.  he's  absolutely  titilated,  would  be  offended  that  a  mortal  was  daring  to  speak  to  and  order  him  around  this  way  if  he  weren't  so  amused  and  turned  on.  hearing  the  ex- communicated  man  of  faith  speak  such  filth,  spill  such  sinful  things  from  his  skilled  tongue  has  a  flush  working  it's  way  to  teddy's  extremeties  --  the  high  points  of  his  cheeks,  his  ears.  everything  adrian  is  asking  of  him,  he  can  honor.

he  lets  his  shirt  be  rolled  up  to  expose  a  fair  but  toned  back  and  small  waist,  stomach  muscles  tensing  for  a  moment  before  relaxing  against  the  warm  touch  of  adrian's  hand,  letting  out  a  sharp  gasp  when  he  wraps  tight  fingers  around  the  cotton  fabric  constraining  his  cock.  "f-feels  good,"  he  replies,  not  expecting  his  voice  to  waver  and  sound  so  ..  pitchy.  teddy  had  thought  nothing  of  adrian's  demands,  that  he'd  be  able  to  follow  through  without  a  problem,  but  now  he's  simply  wishing  he'd  been  granted  permission  to  move  his  own  hands.

"i  won't  hide,  but  you  have  me  positioned  so  you  don't  have  to  see  my  face  anyway,"  he  comments,  tongue  flicking  out  to  wet  his  lips  as  he  turns  his  head  slightly  to  meet  adrian's  gaze,  giving  the  man  a  sidelong  glance.  his  cheeks  were  still  flushed,  fangs  protruding  and  visible  behind  his  thick  top  lip.  "most  men...  if  they  have  one  of  the  world's  oldest  and  infamous  creatures  at  their  mercy,  they  want  to  see  it,"  he  tells  him,  facing  forward  again  as  his  hips  kick  slightly,  chasing  that  spark  of  friction,  of  pleasure.

“you’re assuming i wanted any part of this,” adrian interjects with a curt response, ���which in turn says plenty about your intentions.” his tone dips into something abrasive, irritation rather apparent when faced with the verbal exposure of his backup plan. he does not enjoy playing checkers and being countered with knights, and queens, and vapid kings. the heat that roils at the pit of his stomach, extends outward in waves, spurring on a filthy mix of distaste and bare mammalian lust. “listening involves listening,” adrian corrects, mild-mannered for the length of the continued instruction, “and my first demand is that you tell me exactly how you feel at any given moment. do not sugarcoat. do not trim words for formalities. do not hide out of shame. tell me something feels good, when it feels good. tell me your dick is shamelessly wet when it is. you communicate, i reciprocate.” and perhaps it embarrasses adrian in bursts, when the speaking aloud draws weight and hot, hot, blood to the front of his well fitted slacks. he wears his mask well, but the severity of their situation is quickly clouding judgement – maneuvering reckless through his veins like liquor, like smoke. desire sprints hand in hand with adrian’s temperament, and long fingers – now free from teddy’s wrists – come around narrow hips to tug at the cainite’s shirt. he drags the fabric high enough to smooth over a toned stomach, then risks calculation as his right hand lowers, digits grasping roughly over bunched material. adrian’s eyes flicker up attentively, greedy for teddy’s reaction when he gropes over strained cloth, expecting some form of a pulse (some twitch of interest between the cainite’s legs). “tell me now.”

[adoringvigilantes]

i just think that vigilante would love it when you thread your fingers through his hair, get a good grip and pull really hard. whether you're kissing his lips or his neck, or it's simply a knee-jerk reaction when he's sucking on your clit. his lips will part, cock will throb and fingers will dig into your skin where he's holding you. he feels absolute bliss in the pain you bring him, his eyes dilating and becoming glassy as they flutter shut from the pleasure.

[life-or-something-like-lt]

 *I’m on my knees, mouth wide open*

[dionboop]

Y'all know when Adrian takes out that entire family in episode three??? That was hot and I'm tired of pretending like it wasn't

[princelythirsts]

Adrian Chase/Vigilante Relationship Headcanons

This is a SFW post but my blog has adult content so MINORS DNI

It doesn’t seem like Adrian has a lot of dating experience, at least not recently. So he’d love to catch up on some dorky couple stuff he missed when he was younger.

Taking pictures together everywhere you go, like those pictures where you’re holding his hand and taking him somewhere. He’s not the best photographer, sometimes his pictures turn out blurry. But he’s always glad to have pictures of stuff you’ve done together as long as it wouldn’t reveal his identity of course for when he misses you

He’s obviously a nerd so he’d probably ask you about your interests and see if there’s any good couple cosplays you guys could do together.

He’s VERY into the idea of you belonging to him & him belonging to you, and always wants to make sure people know you’re together.

Loves to have an arm around you or hold hands while you walk. Probably brushes his thumb against your hand without thinking.

His desire for people to know you’re together can get... out of hand. He’d probably ask for hickeys a bunch, since he likes physical reminders of your relationship.

He later regrets it when people point it out. Just a little.

That said, he’d be just as happy if you gave him a gift he could wear, like a bracelet. Would tell everyone his partner got it for him.

He’d probably brag about you a bit, to anyone who’d listen. Even if he had a long day at work ahead of him, he’d be beaming if it meant he’d see you after his shift. His coworkers all get to hear about the hot date he has planned after work.

[plzu]

y'all have no idea how hard i suppressed my interest in vigilante. managed to watch all 8 episodes of peacemaker like a normal person but then went into the peacemaker tag after the season finale and found that I Am Not Immune to the Quirked Up White Boy 😔

[beneathstarryskies]

Day 31: Vampirism with Alucard Tepes

Warnings: yandere, dubious consent, vampire, blood, ooc Alucard

Taglist: @actuallysaiyan @loki-love @the-eternal-sunflower

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! I wanted to do something a little spooky for Halloween, so here it is!

Your lover had warned you of his insatiable thirst for blood. He’d told you that the closer the two of you became, the more he longed to taste you. Even more so, the signs had been there. You’d ignored them. Writing it off as affection when his mouth lingered on your throat a bit too long or he held your wrist to his nose to take long, greedy sniffs. It had never occurred to you that all along Alucard was simply feeding his own desire. He’d take in the scent of your blood and relish hearing it pumping through your veins. 

No, you’d trust him so implicitly it had never once occurred to you that he might lose this fight. It never crossed your mind that he might decide he deserved a taste. 

Your own foolishness had gotten you into this position. Low hanging branches tear at your clothes as you run for your life. The silence of the dark night is only broken by the growling of the white wolf chasing after you. It’s glowing eyes don’t miss a single move you make through the woods. 

You keep running until sudden you trip over a large tree root. Just before you hit the ground, a pair of strong arms catch you. Usually it would be a relief to find yourself in the arms of your lover, but now your heart rushes with fear. His eyes glow red as his long blond hair spills in front of his face. Your eyes are drawn to the pearly white fangs exposed through his grimaced lips. You swallow hard as you stare at them. 

“Why would you run from me, darling?” Alucard pouts. “Didn’t you promise to stay with me forever?” 

Your eyes widen and you try to pull away from him. Alucard squeezes you tighter, holding you flush against his chest. He leans in close enough for you to feel his breath tickle your neck. 

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper. 

“Oh, my sweet lover,” he coos. “Of course I won’t hurt you. I just need to taste you.” 

“But…” 

“Shush, little dove. Relax,” he kisses you softly as his thumb drags across your pulsing jugular. “No, I won’t hurt you at all, my little dove. I only wish to have a drink.” 

You don’t feel secure with this promise. Just minutes earlier, he had you cornered in the castle and was expressing his desire to drain every last drop of your precious blood. He’d been wild with thirst, and in a moment of sanity he’d told you to run. You had been so deep in the woods you feared yourself lost when you realized he was chasing you. Now, he’s caught you. You’re but prey ensnared in his trap. 

“Adrian, please. I love you so much,” you whimper. “Please don’t hurt me.” 

“It won’t hurt a bit,” he coos softly. 

He pushes your skirt up around your thighs, and his long fingers toy with your slit. You try to push him away, but it’s no use. You find yourself growing weaker and weaker to his touch. He pushes your panties aside and his fingertips circle around your clit. Just as you’re starting to moan with pleasure, you feel his fangs scrape against your skin. He kisses your neck softly, but it’s just a ruse. As soon as you relax, his sharp fangs pierce your skin. You cry out, but you’re too weak to push him off of you. Alucard moans with unbridled pleasure as he begins to drink from that beautiful vein. 

“Please,” you manage to squeak out. 

He only moans in response. Your vision is starting to fade by the time he’s had his fill. When you lose consciousness, you’re quite sure you’ve died. 

Then, you wake up the next morning tucked into the bed you’ve shared with Alucard over these last few months. His cool hand soothes gently over your cheek as he coaxes you to wake up completely. You bolt upright, and you think it was all a bad dream until you reach up and feel the bandage around you neck. There’s one around your thigh as well and one of your wrists. 

“See, my darling,” his velvet voice echoes. “I told you it wouldn’t hurt. You hardly felt a thing.” 

[honeycombstrawberry]

87 with Adrian Chase?

you're mine all of the time

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns, gn sex descriptions)

rating: e+

word count: 2,448

prompt #87: "Wanna join?"

one-sentence synopsis: you wake up for a drink in the middle of the night; adrian's already up and ready to satiate your thirst.

author's note: i had to make up for all the angst stories i posted today!! i'm doing these kind of in submission order so now here's some nice tender pwp to round out the night. have a lovely evening everybody!!

read on ao3!

It had been a long, long night, with too many drinks to count, and by the end of it, you were completely exhausted and in no fit state to go home.

You and the rest of the 11th Street Kids crashed at Adrian’s that night, where you’d all been hanging out. He doesn’t have much space, but none of you do; you all take turns hosting. Adrian went to sleep in his room, with Chris on the air mattress on his floor. John and Emilia took the guest room, long since used to sharing space on missions and the like, which leaves you and Leota to split the fold-out sofa bed in the living room.

Leota was out like a light within seconds. You ended up falling asleep not long after, though you woke up without remembering if you’d even had a dream. Blinking your eyes up into the darkness. you’re surprised— and feel shockingly lucky— to realize you don’t feel all that hungover.

The room is still dark, though, so you don’t think it’s morning yet. Something must have woke you—

You realize you’re thirsty as hell, and almost say out loud, “Oh.” Instead, you lift the very edge of the blanket you’d claimed for yourself, slipping out silently into the darkness.

If anybody knows Adrian’s apartment layout in the dark, it’s you. You spend a lot of nights here, even if the rest of the 11th Street Kids don’t. You and Adrian have had a relationship in secret for a few weeks now, and you only just recently told everybody else about it, since the two of you really think this is going to work out.

Still, they weren’t about to let you and Adrian share a bed, alone, while they were all within feet of you.

You navigate blearily to the bathroom, yawning and rubbing at your eyes. His kitchen and the living room are connected; trying to get water from there would only make a bunch of noise and wake up Leota.

You find the light on in the bathroom, so you knock lightly. Nobody answers. Frowning slightly, you push at the door and find it unlocked, and you open it. Adrian often forgets lights on all over the place; you assume he just did that again.

It’s not until you’re actually in the bathroom that you realize how warm it is in there, and then you realize the room is filled with steam. The water’s running in the shower, and you’re instantly mortified, embarrassed, that you’ve caught somebody here that didn’t hear you knocking, and you start to back out before you realize the person in the shower is humming.

You know that voice.

Without thinking, you push the door back closed again, and it clicks into place audibly. Adrian’s humming cuts off abruptly, and then the shower curtain is twitching back, revealing Adrian, soaking wet and holding a knife in one slippery hand.

Your eyes immediately widen, and you back up, flat against the door.

Adrian, for his part, just grins when he realizes it’s you. He says, “Oh, hey. What’re you doing up?”

“I was thirsty,” you answer, bewildered. He vanishes behind his curtain again, then reappears without his blade. “Why are you showering in the middle of the night?”

“I had a wet dream about you,” Adrian tells you without shame. “I woke up super hard, so I figured I’d come deal with it here instead of maybe accidentally waking Chris up or grossing him out or something.”

He tilts his head, evaluating you with bright, unfocused eyes that blaze up and down your body. Your face lights up with heat. Water cascades down the sharp, square edges of his jaw, over the handsome planes of his face.

“Hey,” he says again. “Wanna join?”

You nod eagerly, already starting to tug your shirt up and off over your head. You’d all borrowed clothes from Adrian to sleep in, and you’d loved falling asleep in his shirt and soft pajama pants.

Now, you shuck off all those clothes, gathering them by his laundry in the corner. In only seconds, you’re bare, too, taking his wet, outstretched hand. He helps you step into the shower, steadying you, helping you keep your balance on the slick surface beneath you.

When you get in the shower, you realize he wasn’t fucking around with you. He’s already hard, and he looks like he was getting close to his climax already, flushed and reddened from heat inside and out. You step forward without hesitating here, either, slotting yourself into his side. You reach down, your hand slipping over his wet hip.

“This is so much better than a dream,” Adrian tells you, grinning when he kisses your temple. The hot water from the stream above is soaking you through, sluicing down your body, wetting your hair to the scalp. Adrian lets his hand drift through your wet hair, reaches around you to tug you in closer to him. He slots one leg between yours, then reaches down, puts his hand on you. “Oh, shit— Fuck, yeah—”

You dig your teeth into your lip hard, letting your head drop forward, your forehead colliding hard with Adrian’s strong shoulder.

“Aw, hey, c’mon,” Adrian murmurs to you. You can hear the smile in his voice still. “Let me hear you. Everybody else is asleep, c’mon, here—”

Adrian grazes the shell of your ear, then finds your earlobe, biting into the soft flesh. The hand that’s not between your legs— making surging heat start to pull downwards into your stomach, and your spine, and lower, deeper— finds your hip, pulls you hard against him.

His cock grazes your thigh, and he drops his head again, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. He always has such an oral fixation, constantly wanting to talk and kiss and bite and lick, always needing to do something with his mouth. You let him take what he wants, your blood practically vibrating in your veins when you realize what he wants is you— what he’s taking is you.

“Holy shit, you feel so fucking good,” Adrian says, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Oh, God, yes, just—”

His voice cuts out when you reach out to wrap your slick fingers around his cock. Water guides you, gliding easily over his overheated skin. With how wet it is in here— and how hard he already is, in here fucking his own fist while thinking about you for God knows how long before you got here— it doesn’t take long before you can work his whole dick with your fingers.

You reach up with your other hand to thread your fingers through his wet hair, gripping on tight and tugging him down into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. You fuck his cock with your own fist, imagining what it must have felt like before you got here.

“Yes, fuck, just— Like that,” Adrian tells you, “Oh, my God, I love you so much, you make me feel so good, fuck, just— Yes, like that, yes—”

His running string of praise has your heart falling somewhere into your lungs, your organs rearranging themselves at the sound of his voice. A tiny, shattered noise tears up out of you in response. Adrian groans, a full-throated noise, reaching down to gather you closer. He’s practically humping your leg, desperate for more of you, dragging you as near to you as he can.

“Oh, my fucking God, yes, yes, yes,” Adrian pants in your ear. He’s gasping, his hips fucking towards you in twitching little jerks.

“Please, do you—” Your voice drops out when Adrian bites at the hinge of your jaw, and you cling to him, sure you’ll fall if you let go. “Do you want to fuck me? Please, you can— I want—”

Adrian draws you in, nodding vigorously, hitching your leg up on his. He finds your entrance easily, uses his slick hand to spread you open, fucking you with his fingers. The inside feels as soaking wet as the outside, a warm, slippery heat that Adrian seeks with his fingertips before dropping to his knees to seek with his mouth.

Your head knocks into the shower wall. You reach out blindly, grabbing onto Adrian’s shoulder to hold yourself upright. He pushes your leg up over his shoulder to spread you properly, his hands coming up to work in tandem with his tongue. You’re shaking around him, on him, your hand tracing up to wrap up in his hair tightly. He thrusts his tongue into you, reminds you who’s in charge.

“Oh, fuck, Adrian,” you moan loudly, hold tightening in his hair even further. Adrian reaches up to grip the meat of your ass, fingers bruising your flesh. “Oh, fuck—”

Adrian can feel how close you’re getting to cumming, and he draws away at the absolute last fucking second, leaving you near sobbing and twitching with the denied release.

Before you can even catch your breath, Adrian is on his feet again, pushing you up against the shower wall. He finds your loose hole, guides the swollen head of his hard cock to meet it.

He tilts his head down, nosing into the crook of your throat. He uses the force of his own shifting head to push your face up, dragging his cheek along yours, kissing anywhere he can reach. He’s like a giant, overly-affectionate cat— Like he’s hungry for your skin— Like he’s trying to touch you everywhere, rubbing his skin along yours, trying to get as much of you on him and him on you as possible.

Finally, he buries his face in your throat, then pushes into you in one hard thrust. His jaw drops open, hot, fast breaths coming against your wet skin. You can feel him swallow thickly, his hands reaching up to grip your hips again.

“I want—” Adrian bites off on a groan, then cries into your flesh, “Fuck, I want to— Fucking—” He chokes off a broken noise. “I want you to— I want to tear you apart, I want to fucking— destroy you, I want you to feel so good, I want— I want— I want you to feel how you make me feel— Fuck—”

You reach to shove his face up, meeting his lips in a kiss he quickly turns biting, bruising. You say, “Please, Adrian, will you move, I—”

He’s already pulling back so he can fuck into you again. He holds you tight, close, gathering you in a sloppy, slack-jawed kiss, intense in a way that makes your insides push all up, heat spooling in your stomach.

You clench tight around him as he finds his rhythm, continuing to attempt to messily make out with you while he fucks you hard and fast into the shower wall. You cling to him, desperate, and he hitches your leg up to get a better angle. He bites at your bottom lip, teeth sharp in your flesh. You grind up to meet him, and he shoves down into you, taking his pleasure, giving you yours.

“Oh, God, Adrian,” punches out of you without your conscious thought. You’re so close, so close, and when his hand comes down to work between your bodies, finding your center again, you can’t hold on anymore.

You repeat his name, over and over, falling into him as you spill over the edge. Hot water keeps pounding over the both of you, your flushed skin rushing with heat as Adrian keeps fucking you through your orgasm. The overstimulation is so fucking delicious, sending electricity rattling through you with each lightning shock of your orgasm.

By the time you’re finished cumming, soaking wet, chest heaving, Adrian holding you up, he’s still fucking you. You’re near tears, and he drags your face up to kiss the cut of your cheekbone, the bend of your jaw, the curve of your chin.

“Yes,” Adrian says near your ear. “Fuck, yes, this is— This is better than a dream, you’re better than a dream, you’re my dream, holy fuck, let me— Oh, fuck, I can’t— Fuck, fuck—”

He says your name, dragging you up for a biting, loose-jawed kiss as he works himself to his own edge and spills over it. His cock is swollen inside you, fucking pulsing; you can feel him filling you, raw, flooding your insides. You cling to him, dragging him into another kiss, clinging as tightly as you can to his wet hair and slick jaw.

Adrian’s chest is heaving, his face hidden in your humid skin. He swallows, then says, mostly muffled by your flesh, “Holy shit.”

You huff a laugh. “Yeah. Holy shit. I just wanted some water.”

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” Adrian says. “Here you go.”

He tilts back to cup water from the shower in his palms, bringing it to your lips for you. You laugh, but he pushes his hands closer, not withdrawing until you accept. He gives you water like this, grinning, strangely intent. When you finally push his hands away, thirst fulfilled, he’s nosing into your throat again.

“I want to eat you,” Adrian declares into your skin. “Can I eat you? Just—” He bites at your skin, and you laugh again, even as heat flares in your twitching insides, spent and exhausted and hot all the same. “I’m sure Chris won’t even notice if I bring you back to bed with me. I’ll just hide you under the blankets, right? Okay, and then you can—” He grins, then says, “Actually, I know what you can—”

“Yeah, that’ll definitely get us caught,” you tell him. Adrian laughs, too, and pulls you in for a smiling kiss. “I should probably go back to the sofa.”

“Or—” Adrian starts to say, but he’s cut off by a fist pounding on the door.

“Are you done?” Leota demands. “I have to pee right now and I am not above peeing in your sink if you’re going to be fucking in your shower at two in the morning—”

“It’s my shower!” Adrian calls over the stream, heedless of anyone else who may be sleeping. You smack at his broad, wet chest, laughing when he tugs you in closer to it, nearly smothering you in slick muscle. “And if you want to pee, just come in and pee, nobody cares—”

“Nobody has any goddamn boundaries in this group,” Leota shouts back at you.

“Go the fuck back to sleep!” Chris calls from down the hall.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Emilia shouts from the guest room, at the same time John shrieks, “Come on!”

“Whoops,” Adrian murmurs, not sounding apologetic in the least as he drags you in for another kiss.

-

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Double Life (part 1?)

Pairing: Adrian Chase x gn!reader

Summary: Your younger brother's dangerous lifestyle risks Adrian's secret identity to be revealed.

Warning: angst-ish, swearing, blood.

Authors note: i love the idea of Adrian's thirst for justice to be messed up by/for the reader cause he needs to protect them. this might turn into a long fanfic of max 4 chapters

It was the tenth time you were trying to call Preston that day. Your little brother was always with the wrong crew in high school but never got so bad as it was now. Adrian Chase, your boyfriend, had his car parked in front of your house while you anxiously waited for your brother to pick up the phone.

"Come on, Preston, pick this shit up!"

The call went to voice mail again, your frustration making you punch the car's panel, immediately apologizing.

"Sorry, sorry."

"It is alright. Did Preston pick up?"

"No. He is trying to get into my nerves today!"

Adrian rubbed your back and you thanked him when your phone finally buzzed.

"Preston, where are you? I have been trying to call you the whole day! Did you come home at all?"

"Almost home, chill."

"Preston, listen to me."

He had already hanged up. You stared at your phone in disbelief, thinking what did you do to deserve this. Preston had always been the troubled child. Your parents lost your oldest brother when Preston was a baby in an accident and everyone, including you, spoiled him too much. Now he was eighteen, your parents both passed away and he was your only family left. He thought the whole world always needed to bend for him, no matter the consequences.

"Is he coming?"

"Yeah. I will wait for him inside the house. I am sorry that I ruined our date night."

"It's cool. Tell him next time I see him I will kick his ass."

"Not before I do it."

You two kissed goodbye and Adrian watched you get in. He wondered if he should put his suit on and look for Preston but he saw Preston's tall figure turn on the street, walking slowly towards the house smoking a cigarette. Adrian almost decided to stay to help you, but he knew you wanted to have this conversation one on one with your brother, so he turned on the car and drove away.

-x-

You had the biggest headache when you woke up the next morning. When Preston arrived you two got into a horrible fight about his behavior. He was eighteen, didn't have a job, didn't seem to care about anyone except himself, how he smelled like alcohol and weed. Preston decided he was tired of listening to you, going to sleep in the middle of the fight, hitting his bedroom door on your face. You texted Adrian letting him know Preston was home and went to bed.

You took some pills for your headache that morning, getting ready for work. The discussion with your brother last night was exhausting, Preston was bad before but never that bad. Before leaving, you checked on your brother and he was splattered on his bed. At least he changed his clothing. You needed to have a serious conversation with him later.

At work, things didn't get any better. Your boss was worried about a project and said everyone was gonna work extra if they didn't finish today. And not to help, you were very unfocused, worried about your little brother. Preston texted saying he was home, he needed to get out super fast but he was gonna be back in time for dinner. You were gonna argue when Adrian's name appeared on your phone's screen. You walked fast towards the bathroom, ignoring the ugly looks you got from your coworkers.

"Hey, sweet cheeks!" His voice sounded so excited and you couldn't help to smile.

"Hey, sweet ass!"

"So mhm, bad news. They have me working double today."

"Whaaat? How?"

"Mark is sick and Patrick's mom is sick and Laura's dog is sick. Even Andrew's ant's farm is sick today."

"Everyone gets sick on a Friday, even ants I guess" you replied, rolling your eyes. "I am also working until later today"

"What?! Why?!"

"Fucking boss wants all the project done by today. We have a timeline or something. "

"Boo! I am sorry, baby! I will make it up to you, I promise! Saturday Adrian will be all yours. And Sunday. We all know how much you love Adrian weekend."

"You better. I love Saturday Adrian."

"What about Preston? Is he fine?"

"Yeah. We fought last night but I will try to talk with him later today."

"If you need me, you know you can call."

"It is fine, he is my brother. My responsibility."

"You know, I was thinking. I have a friend he could talk with. He helped me a lot. So maybe he could help him?"

"Is it a good friend?"

"My best friend, babe. He is gonna put Preston on the right track in two seconds. Like he did to me."

"If you trust him, I trust him. Set up a meeting. Maybe he could talk some sense on him."

"On it! I have to go babe. Place is busy and so close to lunch. I will talk to you later. Love you!"

"Okay. Love you, too.?"

-x-

You left work at 7 pm texting Preston you were buying some Chinese food so you two could talk, to no reply back. You arrived home, to all lights off wondering where he was. Now it was passing 9:30 pm, food was cold, and no signal from your stupid brother. You were almost calling him for the fifth time when an unknown ID appeared.

"Hello?"

It was your brother's panicked voice, whispering your name. There were noises in the back that looked like screams and shots being fired.

"Preston? What is wrong?"

"Fucked it up,...,'m sorry."

"Preston, what is wrong? Where are you?"

You started grabbing your car keys and putting on shoes, frantically running towards the door.

"Send me your location, Preston!"

The call dropped and you waited for three seconds frozen in your spot when a text message appeared with a location. You put it into GPS and sprinted towards your car.

-x-

You parked near the abandoned warehouse with your heart jumping. It took you around 7 minutes and you thanked for not finding any police cars on the way. The more distant you got, the more sketchy the neighborhood was looking. You checked your car's compartment for your old bottle of pepper spray, shaking it. You never used it and you hoped you didn't have to.

You started walking to the abandoned warehouse and saw a body laying down on the floor. You held back a scream, putting your hand over your mouth. The body seemed to have been mauled to death. You entered the building, sneaking behind boxes, seeing the number of bodies get more. They all seemed to have been sliced or shot somehow.

With your heart pumping in your chest you decided to go follow the bloodied path and heard a few screams and shots in close distance. You saw a guy with a helmet, red shirt, and khaki pants shooting into a group that was shooting back. You tried to call the unknown number with no answer. Fuck fuck fuck. If Preston decided to die and take you with him, you were gonna kick his ass so hard when you got in hell.

Trying to get away from the helmet guy that was screaming obscenities, you walked the other way, between the huge boxes to a more quiet area, keeping a safe distance and listening for any movements around, pepper spray bottle high ready to be used. You got to an open area and heard some movements behind you like someone running, lifting the bottle up. Preston appeared limping between the boxes, in your direction and he had a balaclava lifted above his face. He seemed to be bleeding. There was another guy behind him running that soon got hit by a knife in his eyes.

You ran towards your brother that looked at you shocked, falling in your arms. He had cuts on his arms, legs but the worse was on his belly which was bleeding.

"There is this ninja. We need to get out of here." He tried to pull you away, tripping over his limping leg "They killed a lot of them, we need to get out of here!"

Before he could try to get up again, a knife almost hit him, flying towards another box. Your brother put his body over yours to protect you when you saw a guy wearing a black, green and blue outfit. He had a mask on, with orange vizor and he had his gun pointed towards your brother. He didn't seem to have seen you yet since Preston was serving as a shield.

"NO!"

You went in front of Preston that immediately tried to put you behind him again, but you stood your ground, protecting your brother with your body, arms open. The ninja seemed to freeze, his gun pointing towards you for a second before he put the gun away. Your brother was pleading for him to be killed, not you, but the ninja's eyes were on you the whole time. He seemed stuck since you appeared, unsure what to do and a sense of familiarity run in your body. You assumed the adrenaline pumping in your veins was the reason you weren't scared.

"You done in there, Vigilante?"

Helmet guy appeared behind the boxes, getting to ninja's side. Vigilante. His name was Vigilante. Helmet guy looked back at you two and Vigilante, with expectation.

"What are you waiting for? The cops are gonna appear soon. We have to go!"

Vigilante didn't answer the man, shaking his head, giving a good look towards you before tapping his partner on the arm, signaling to the opposite side, and disappearing behind the boxes. Helmet guy seemed confused but followed without a question.

You turned to your brother and he seemed shocked and confused. The police sirens were getting close so you grabbed him by his side and dragged him to your car.

"I don't get it. They were killing everyone around here."

You didn't answer focusing on taking your younger brother to a hospital as fast as you could.

-x-

Adrian entered the hospital, rushing to the emergency room. You were holding your legs with your arms, staring at the floor, your mind somewhere else. Adrian ran towards you, kneeling to hug you.

"Is he okay? Is Preston okay?"

"Yeah. Cuts aren't as bad, not even the one in his belly, and seem someone gave him a good black eye. But he is expected to survive."

Adrian sighed, throwing himself on the chair to your side. You had called Adrian when you were driving, sobbing that Preston got himself into a bad situation again, asking for him to meet you at ER. Adrian still had the Fennel Fields uniform on him and seemed that he came running from there.

"You gotta talk with Preston." Adrian stated, slowly.

"I fucking know it. He calls me in the middle of the night and he is helping a drug-dealing scheme? Like, he doesn't care about himself at all. I don't want to think what could have happened if I wasn't there."

"The Vigilante dude?"

"Yeah. Preston said he attacked a front and helmet guy, named Peacemaker, attacked them on another front. I think they were working together."

"I see."

Adrian got unusually quiet, rubbing your back. You rubbed your eyes, nestling close to Adrian.

"I don't even want to think what could have happened if I wasn't there."

"Babe..."

"It is true! Vigilante was about to kill him. He was gonna kill him, then he saw me and he just froze, for some reason. It is like we knew each other! Then all of sudden he left and this Peacemaker followed!"

The realization finally kicked in how close you got to your death. You were thanking whatever was the reason for Vigilante to back off or else you would have been killed.

"I am sure I looked like I didn't belong there and he thought well, this is one is protecting the other one. Has something noble on it."

"Mhm."

"Adrian, are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I am. It is just...you should have messaged me as soon as you got the call. You should have told me!"

"I wasn't thinking. My brother was in danger and I went on commando, I guess. Sibling instinct?"

"I am just glad you are safe." He whispered, kissing the top of your head multiple times.

"Me too. And I hope I never see that Vigilante guy again."

Adrian kept holding you until a doctor came out to say your brother was okay and he was going to be discharged soon. Adrian helped put your brother in the car and went to the other window to talk with you.

"I gotta go back to work. Give information to why I ran in the middle of the shift."

"I am sorry, bro."

"You should be, Preston. Just don't get into any more troubles tonight, or I gotta kill you, you heard me?"

"Loud and clear."

Adrian rubbed your cheek, affectionately. You seemed so lost and alone and he had to leave you alone that night.

"Call me if you need anything. I love you."

"Love you too."

They both drove away, with you watching Adrian through your rear mirror until you turned right. Adrian sighed, walking towards Chris Smith's car. Chris was watching the whole situation unfold, baffled, not wearing his helmet any more.

"So you got someone Adrian Chase and only now I know this? Fuck, wait until Economos hears this."

"It is their brother. Their brother probably has it, if they couldn't find it."

Chris has never seen Adrian like this. Usually, he was the silly one, making light of the situation. Now his body was all tense and there was no trace of goofiness on him. All his Vigilante stuff was in the back and even Eagly was very quiet, feeling the tension in the air.

"Fuck, dude. What do you want to do, then?"

"I have no idea. Fucking shitty shit thing!"

Chris started driving in direction of Adrian's house while he grabbed his phone, thinking if he shouldn't text Leota for help.

"What you are doing?"

"Begging Leota to ask her mom to not send any killer to my lover's house?"

"I am sure none of them know it yet. We were the only ones there! We will think of something. Trust me on this."

Adrian pondered, putting his phone back in the pocket. He trusted Peacemaker with his life, but you and Preston were on another level. He was sure he was the one cutting Preston and lucky that Preston decided to run away. He could have killed the boy. It was already hard enough to hide his double life, looking out for Preston when he could and now, you were also in the middle of this shit. He would have to find a way to take you out of this mess.

[whumpypepsigal]

so after watching the peacemaker and getting (strongly) attached to adrian chase/vigilante, i fell down a freddie stroma-rabbit hole… i watched his cancelled series “time after time”. don’t know if you guys watched it, he played h.g. wells— a 19th-century author who invented a time machine and travels to 2017. plenty of whump + the show was pretty good, don’t know why it got cancelled 😮‍💨

*heart eyes* why is he such an adorable whumpee? ​while i wait for MORE adrain chase/vigilante whump… h.g. wells shall quench my whump thirst till then— *a preview*

my point is, i made some gifs— they’re all in the queue now so i apologize in advance for the incoming spam. hope you guys enjoy them as much as I enjoyed making them 😅