#adrian chase x male reader

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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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I just read an Adrian fic and now he's all I can think about 😞😞

https://www.tumblr.com/strangelure/749873829353046016/no-time-for-smart-choices?source=share

If you want it, it's gender neutral

Okayyy but! Imagine taking his virginity? Hanging out together after like graduation or something, managing to convince him to drink a little because it's a big milestone and you'll take care of him if he gets absolutely fucked up.

Then after your grad parties and whoever else's you hit, you wind up hanging out alone, a little tipsy and giggly (fun fact, I'm basically allergic to alcohol so I can't relate 😞) just babbling back and forth to another, enjoying each other's company

Something happens, like maybe a little disagreement on a character you both like and it devolves into play fighting and wrestling until you're both grinding against each other aimlessly. Flushed faces and panting and shit, he'd look soo pretty like that, getting Adrian to cum in his pants prematurely and then eventually getting him hard again and taking his virginity 😊

ANYWAYS 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

That man has got an unhealthy grip on me...

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Adrian and Chris (canon that he's seen Adrian's thimble dick🤭) has definitely shown their dicks to each other.

Both Chris and the men in porn videos had big dicks and that made him a little scared at the idea of sex. He was a virgin longer than he wanted to be but couldn't push himself to try anything.

In that moment while wrestling, while grinding against you, the anxiety melted away. It felt too damn good to feel anything else. Before he knew it, the front of his pants are soaked.

At that point, he feels his hole throb at the idea of losing his virginity. He hated himself for waiting as long as he did to feel this good. Once he's got the taste of it, he can't bearly hold himself back.

ACK I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE SECOND SEASON🙏

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[enderfoxboy]

Pinky Promise

(Adrian Chase x Transmasc reader)

Fandom: Peacemaker (2021)

Tw: Pansexual Adrian, cursing, loooooooore, transmasc reader, and Adrian is a warning himself.

Pronouns: None used presumed male

Key:

(Y/n)-Your name

Words: 525

(Y/N)’s POV

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" I yelled as I saw Evergreen's very own Vigilante at my door and I fell to the floor. "Y/n, it's me." He spoke as I looked at him wide eyes and started to back away slowly. "I promise I didn't commit any crimes that I know of. I'm innocent please don't kill me." I cried. He walked in, closed the door, walked into my kitchen as I kept crying. "Shit." He mumbled as he took off his mask and I was faced with Adrian Chase.

"Adrikins?" I asked as he looked at my tear stained face. “I'm sorry I forgot about patrol and came over here when you said you couldn't find your binder." He spoke as I looked at him. "You're Vigilante!?" I asked and he sighed. "Yes babe, catch up. Are you okay?" He asked putting on his glasses. I was staring at him and he looked down like a puppy who just got in trouble.

"How long?" I asked and he looked down nervously. "5 years." He spoke as I sat down on the couch. "So I have been living with you for 2 years and you never thought to tell me?" I asked, he looked away. "Well, no I didn't want you to be well, like this." He spoke softly. "Adrian Chase. I love you, but you can't keep this from me. You kill people." I told him looking away.

"Once they commit a crime I kill them so they can't commit further crime, besides how was I supposed to know you were going to act like this, you know I don't have emotions like people do." He crossed his arms while pointing out those two things like they were obvious.

"Adrian, if that is true why were you say happy when you helped me move in?" I asked and he opened his mouth then closed it. "How about when I told you I was a trans male? and you said you would support me?" I asked. "Does that mean all of it, all of us is fake?" He looked at me sighing. "No, of course it wasn't." He spoke and sat on the couch next to me put an arm around my shoulders.

"Don't keep anything like this from me ever again." I told him and stuck out my pinky. After I told him I was a trans male and him coming out as Pan to me we made a pinky promise to not tell anyone until we were ready and ever since then they were unbreakable. He locked pinkies with me. "I promise, Y/n."

AN~ Hello dear reader, in honor of Barbie coming out...I made a quick one-Shot with Adrikins because no one can convince me he wouldn't see the Barbie movie on opening weekend. Anyway, I made this more male leaning and probably edited it by the time it comes out. I hope you enjoy it. -TransMasc TI3

[nouearth]

adrian chase x male reader. cw: explicit smut, public exhibition, restaurant blowjob (r!giving), gagging, overstimultation, milking, perverted!adrian, bigdick!adrian. a/n: just a small little drabble/headcanon because i was bored and wanted to write something for vigilante! i miss him sm. ugh. we need more stories with him.

perverted!adrian who couldn't take his hands off of you. he loved squeezing your ass whenever you were walking beside him during a grocery run. squeezing your hips when he'd hug you from behind as you were browsing through the clothing rack. stroking your thigh after he insisted on being seated next to you for dinner. rubbing your cock in the movie theater.

you always stopped him before he went any further.

maybe it was your flustered reaction that had him addicted to the idea of being caught in public. or the way you'd cross your legs to hide your erection when he palmed too close to your crotch during lunch one time.

or the way you were too upset at him to admit that you were, in fact, just as needy as he was, because you were touching yourself during the car ride home. subtly, but adrian was always observant.

he knew you liked that idea too.

perverted!adrian who managed to make you give into his touch one day. the back of the restaurant was safer than he'd like, but he couldn't complain too much when your mouth was wrapped deliciously around his thick cock, sucking him off through his zipper as you both sat in the booth.

"fuck, you're taking my cock so well, baby..." he whispered, the pleasure charitable enough that he folded his arms behind his head and allowed you to work him like a popsicle.

you did, you absolutely did despite the anxiousness that kept you alert at the sound of footsteps approaching.

you took every inch of his cock with the help of his palm. he pushed your head lower, then nestled his fingers into your hair when he wasn't satisfied enough, and pushed, and pushed, and kept you in between his legs, his cock fully stuffed down your tight throat, until the only sounds that left your mouth were desperate gargles that plead to let you go.

when your waiter neared, he hastily pulled you back up and covered himself with the linen napkin, throbbing painfully under the thin sheet. you seized the disturbance to catch your breath, cooling down your throat with cold water, and when the waiter left again, adrian's hand was back to the back of your head where he quickly guided you back to his meaty cock. your icy breath only made him shudder even more than before, sent tremors down to every bone in his body until they were expelled in low, guttural groans.

perverted!adrian whose cock was hard yet tender in your mouth and you loved rolling your tongue around his plump head. adrian would tell you to quit it because you and him both knew that was the part where he was the most sensitive. you never do, and somehow, adrian was content with that. he rolled his hips forward when you tongued into his slit, tasting the heaviness of his musk while you stroked the remaining girthy inches that weren't being violated by your mouth.

"fuck, fuck—i'm close." he whispered again, curling his toes into the soles of his shoes because you were back to throating his cock down with absolutely no shame, a sudden adrenaline rush that fueled your confidence and ignored alerting idea of being caught.

up and down, in and out, his thick cock slid out of your pretty mouth and throat like clockwork. your lips brushed over his veins, memorizing the pattern of the heavy throbs that surged through his erection. adrian stared straight ahead, eyeing the surrounding area closely for the waiter and any passersby, but his lids sank heavy once a sudden feeling began to settling in the pit of his stomach.

his nails scraped against your scalp, and you could only assume his heartbeat was accelerating past its own speed limit by the urgency of throbs his cock sank into your throat with.

"shit, shit—i'm coming—" adrian's jaw went slack when the feeling began to suddenly clamor for its release, but before he could, a familiar figure approaching relucrantly brought you back up with a yank.

perverted!adrian who pulled himself closer to the edge of his seat, hiding himself under the table as you breathlessly asked for boxes for the meal.

you can feel his body tense and burn for climax, his legs motioning side to side to rub at the leather seats against the back of his knee as adrian's cock throbbed out in the open, beneath the table.

"fuck..." he shuddered, and finally goes cross-eyed.

as soon as the waiter left upon your request, adrian's cock spilled heavy in thick, white spurts, hands-free. you could blindly hear every delicious shot hit the floor, soaking into the tiles, and you couldn't believe that you'd be jealous of a fucking floor.

you reached for him beneath the table, stroking his emptiness as he groaned and hunched his body, pressing his forehead onto the table. he twitched when you squeezed a little too hard, then hissed when you forced another drop of cum out of his limp and sensitive cock, and again with a harder squeeze, then another with a strong pull.

"baby...quit..." you could only laugh at his lethargic attempts to shoo your hand away, because you knew he loved being milked.

he braced for the onslaught of shudders with his hand around your wrist, pausing your strokes, but your thumb found an escape route to the very tip of his cock, where it began a cycle of gentle circles and sweeps around the sticky glans.

adrian hunched further, rocking forward onto the table, doing his best to swallow his low groans as you continued playing with him, toying with his cock, while the tremors destroyed the muscles in his body and mashed every fiber into jelly.

"all right, guys! here are your boxes, and—oh no, is someone sick?!"

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like! feedback is also much appreciated!

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Adrien x male reader smut

The bed creaked against the wall as you thrusted into your boyfriend Adrian, he moaned loudly choking out obscenity's and half sentences he couldn't seem to finish "Fuck- fu- You're so good Hngh feels so good" he moaned out beautifully, digging his nails into your back. "Please~" he whined out - fuck he was loud "Please what darling- use your words" "Harder please - please- need you to" He begged desperately only to be cut off by a particularly hard thrust right into his prostate "Good boy~ as you wish" you replied thrusting hard and fast repeatedly into his prostate.

He threw his head back and moaned out your name high pitched only for you to grab him roughly by the hair forcing him to look at you, he let out a high pitched whine, He grabbed his own dick and began touching himself desperate for more friction "Uh uh uh" you cooed and grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand, and with the other jerking him while pounding into him

he was a babbling mess, each thrust only numbing his mind more each time "Fuck fuc- fuck please I'm clos AaHh Fuck! please" he moaned and whined, looking up at you, face flushed and eyes full of lust "I got you Adrien" you grunted "Be a good boy and cum for me" you told him, you felt him shutter before letting out a loud moan and cumming all over your stomachs.

His dick slapped against him repeatedly as you fucked him into overstimulation as he let out repeatedly high pitched whines clutching onto you tightly.

"I- in please-inside" he begged and you happily obliged as your thrust's became sloppier, finally coming into his ass.

The two of you stay there a moment catching your breaths. You pulled out and he let out a soft whimper, you kissed him lovingly on the forehead "Love you" "I love you too" he smiled wiping sweat off his forehead "Cuddles?" you asked "Obviously fucking cuddles" he laughed opening his arms for you.

[percybeloved]

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[training4theapocalypse]

Never Been Kissed (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: SMUT, Second chance romance, Canon typical descriptions of murder and violence, Oral (fem receiving), P in V, Safe sex (male condom), Multiple orgasms

Summary: You're a PI who joins the 11th Street Kids after a chance meeting with John Economos on the dark web. Unfortunately for you, your ex-friend-with-benefits Vigilante is here too. (Based on this ask by anon)

A/N: This took a hot minute. The M&Ms were originally cigarettes but these days I'm a healthy queen free of nicotine -purr.

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The dim fire exit sign outside the back of the abandoned video store flickers as you suck a peanut M&M between your tongue and the roof of your mouth anxiously. You hope your contact hurries the fuck up - if he makes you wait any longer you’ll finish an entire party bag from nervousness.

It was stupid, really, even reckless, to meet a stranger from the dark web. But when some guy called TechConomos_11 had responded to you in a chat room where you were discussing the intel you had on some sinister goings-on in Evergreen, you knew you had to meet him and his team.

Because you’ll be damned if anyone catches the escaped gorilla before you.

There’s a clink of a padlock and chain falling to the floor, the sound of a heavy emergency exit bar being pushed down and when the door opens you’re face to face with a large, bearded man wearing glasses. 

“Are you the PI?”

If you had to draw a sketch of what you thought a guy you met on the dark web would look like, he would be it. Not a neckbeard, exactly, just someone with the distinct aura of having too much time spent in front of a screen.

You nod. “TechConomos?”

“Call me John. Come inside - the team’s all here.”

You shove the half-empty pack of M&Ms into your bag and he leads you through to the back office. 

“This is Murn, Harcourt and Adebayo.” He gestures to his three associates sitting in the office who each acknowledge you in turn. “And these guys-”

“Fuck it! Fuck, fuck fuck!”

The yelling draws your attention to the window separating the office from the rest of the video store and it’s like a knife in your gut when you see him.

Vigilante.

“Ugh, fuck! It hurts to walk!” Vigilante whines as he limps around. He turns to pace some more but stops in his tracks in alarm when he sees you. He immediately dives to the floor, launching himself behind a desk in a futile attempt to hide.

Vigilante is the last person you expected to - or wanted to - see here. It’s not his usual MO - normally he’d be out hunting thugs and drug dealers. What was he doing caught up in this operation with some tech guy and a team who you suspected were either current or former soldiers?

There’s a roaring laugh and your eyes find Peacemaker, doubled over in his chair, laughing like an idiot at Vigilante sprawled on the ground. 

That explains Vigilante’s involvement. Looks like his idol, Peacemaker, is finally out of prison and the first thing he does is rope Vigilante into whatever this is. The whole thing stinks. Why is there an entire team with two capes looking for an escaped zoo animal? Any why did one of those capes have to be Vigilante? 

You close your eyes and groan. “You didn’t tell me you were working with them.”

“You know each other?” asks Harcourt.

“Just Vigilante.” You sigh and follow them into the video store.

“Hey, asshole,” you say, peering over the desk Vigilante is hidden behind. He looks up at you and props his masked head up on his arm casually as if you didn’t just see him throw himself there a second ago.

“Oh, hey!” he says, feigning pleasant surprise.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“I hurt my pinky toe.”

“Yeah? Which one?” You walk around the desk and stand at his feet to get a better look.

“Nononono! Wait!”

You clock the way his visor-covered eyes dart down to his right foot in panic. 

“Woah, did you think I was gonna kick you or something?” Sure, you have beef but you’re kind of offended he’d think that you’d harm him on purpose.

“No…” he mumbles sheepishly.

“Asshole.” You roll your eyes and sit on the hard wooden surface, turning away from him to face the team.

“Who the fuck is this?” Peacemaker asks Murn before looking between you and Vigilante. “Do you two know each other or something?”

You don’t deign to reply.

There’s a squeak of a chair being dragged on linoleum as Vigilante pulls himself up onto a seat next to Peacemaker with a wince.

“Economos says you want to join the team,” says Murn. 

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“I know everything that goes on in Evergreen.”

“And?”

“I have information and skills that I want money for. Obviously.”

“How much?”

You were talking about splitting the reward for the gorilla but Murn’s expectant look makes it clear this is a contract. What’s that saying again? A contract in the hand is worth a gorilla in the bush? … Something like that.

“Well, what are you paying him?” You cast your eyes at Vigilante who shrugs. Unbelievable. “They’re not paying you? Idiot.”

Murn and Harcourt glance at each other awkwardly. “This is strictly off the books,” says Murn.

“So you were just going to take advantage of him? No way. I want my pay backdated for all the intell I’ve found for you. And his too for whatever it is he’s doing for you.”

“How do you guys know each other?” asks John, pulling up a chair behind his laptop.

You look at Vigilante warningly and answer before he can open his fat mouth. “I’ve sent some work his way once or twice. And compensated him fairly for it,” you add pointedly.

“Oh, they’ve definitely fucked,” laughs Peacemaker.

“Shouldn’t you be in Belle Reve?” You glare at him.

Peacemaker ignores the question. “Did he keep the mask on with you too?” He pouts faux-sympathetically.

This catches you off-guard. Not Vigilante and Peacemaker fucking - Vigilante is so obsessed with him that you guessed it was only a matter of time.

But he did keep his mask on.

Vigilante groans and leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and staring determinedly at his injured foot.

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Enough!” Murn gives Peacemaker a severe look before turning his attention back to you. “John says you know the location of what we’re looking for.”

“I’m not telling you until you get me up to speed with what you’ve got so far. John wouldn’t tell me shit online. Call it a show of good faith.”

“And we’re supposed to just take your word that you actually have useful information?” asks Adebayo.

John opens his mouth to reply but Vigilante beats him to the punch.

“She knows,” says Vigilante, finally looking up. “She’s… she’s a good PI. If she says she knows, she knows.”

“Well, we can’t divulge state secrets just because Vigilante vouches for you. Tell us the ‘where’ and if it checks out - you’re in,” says Harcourt.

You look around at this unlikely group. If you want to catch the gorilla you need their help. You need their weapons. You need their money.

“It’s at the Glan Tai bottling plant. You heard of it?”

“Pulling it up now…” John types on his keyboard. “It makes sense, Murn. They’ve got the production, the distribution channels… This is probably it.”

Distribution channels? What’s the gorilla at Glan Tai got to do with distribution? 

You keep your face neutral - if there’s one thing you’ve learned from this job, it’s when to sit back, shut up and listen.

You try to piece things together as Murn talks about ‘butterflies’ and their ‘food source’. Economos checks highway CCTV footage and confirms that your intel is correct. This is extremely lucky for you because you’re clearly talking about two entirely different things. You wonder if these ‘butterflies’ are some kind of parasite-induced sleeper agent. And maybe the food source is a drug to release them from their fugue state?

“...And the gorilla?” you ask eventually.

“What about the gorilla?” asks Harcourt.

“The gorilla is at Glan Tai.”

“There’s a Butterfly gorilla?” asks Vigilante excitedly. “That is so cool!”

“Is that even possible?” Harcourt asks Murn who nods.

You’ve seen some shit but a gorilla sleeper agent takes the fucking cake. They all seem totally unfazed so you pretend to be too.

“So, what’s our next move? When do we start killing these aliens?” asks Peacemaker.

Aliens.

You discreetly scan the others. Nobody else bats an eyelid at Peacemaker’s use of that word. 

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

“You two get some rest, come back tonight,” says Murn to Peacemaker and Vigilante. “And you - you’ve got evidence of what we’re doing here?” There’s no point in lying so you nod. “Bring it back here so we can destroy it. All of it.”

You, Peacemaker and Vigilante, leave the video store. You cross the street to get to your car but Vigilante calls your name. You turn around to see him hurriedly limping over while Peacemaker climbs into the Vigilantemobile.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re part of the team now.”

“I can’t return the sentiment.” You scowl at him. Peacemaker beeps the horn of Vigilante’s car. “You’d better hurry up - you don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.”

“We’re not in a relationship. You know I only wanted to be with-”

“Don’t you dare.”

“C’mon, can’t you at least tell me why you stopped answering my calls?”

“I already told you - I’m not going to wait around my entire life for a guy who won’t even show me his face. Or tell me his real name.”

“I can’t -”

“Save your excuses for someone who gives a shit.” Peacemaker blasts the horn again. “At least I know you keep the mask on when you fuck him too. It’s not like he’s seen your face.”

Vigilante’s visor-covered eyes avoid contact with yours. His hesitation is like a punch in the gut. 

“He’s seen your face?” You don’t mean to whisper it. The words just spill from your lips like you’ve been winded.

“Not like that. That was just a meaningless threesome-”

“But he’s seen it?”

He nods.

You push him aside to throw your car door open and get in. “Fuck you, V.” You slam it shut and drive away, not even bothering to glance at him standing haplessly in your rearview mirror.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later that evening, you and John cross-check your intel. It’s becoming clear that this is way out of your fucking league. But if Vigilante can do it, you can too.

Right?

“You want some peanut M&Ms?”.

He accepts a handful gladly. “Why is so much of this about the fucking gorilla?” John asks with his mouth full, looking over your shoulder at your laptop screen.

The necessity of any quick thinking on your part is interrupted when you hear Murn’s voice ringing from the back office.

“You told Vigilante to kill Peacemaker's father?!” 

You and John drop what you’re doing and peer tentatively around the door of the office where Murn is berating Adebayo.

“I didn't tell him to… I just kinda put the idea in his head,” she explains.

“That Peacemaker would be better off without his father?”

Oh no.

“Where’s Vigilante?” you ask suspiciously, joining Murn as he stands with his arms crossed. He looks furious.

“He’s in jail,” mumbles Adebayo. “I might have suggested that if someone were to go in and kill Peacemaker’s dad, all our problems would go away.”

You run your hands through your hair.

“How could you manipulate him like that?” Your combat boots squeak on the floor as you pace across it, catastrophising aloud. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Vigilante is very fucking easy to manipulate. And he has a record. What if he kills someone in prison and gets locked up for life? Or what if he gets himself killed trying?”

“Peacemaker’s gonna see right through this. He’ll know exactly what you tried to do,” says Murn to Adebyo sternly.

They’re fucking crazy. 

“Who gives a shit about Peacemaker? Vigilante is locked in jail with the White Dragon!” You plead urgently. Vigilante is in real danger and all they care about is Peacemaker’s feelings.

“Economos, can you get Vigilante out of the system before he screws us worse than we're already screwed?”

John sighs. “I don’t even know this guy’s name.”

The four of them look at you.

You cross your arms. “I can’t tell you his name.”

“Guess he’s gonna die in prison then -”

“Last name Chase. First name Adrian.” You blurt out his secret that you’ve been holding deep in your chest. “But you can’t tell him I told you. He doesn’t know I know.”

You crowd around John’s laptop as he pulls up Adrian’s file. 

“We shouldn’t be looking at this,” you say as you stare intently at his mugshot - the mugshot you’re so well acquainted with. You’d rather die than admit how many hours you’ve spent sitting at your desk late at night, looking at his police record on your laptop.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re back in bed with him, as he stares breathlessly at the ceiling and you lie there naked on top of his bare chest, looking into his masked face, picturing that very same mugshot underneath it.

“Guess again,” Vigilante says. You can tell even under the mask that he’s grinning, enjoying your questioning.

“Hmm… are you a doctor? You’ve stitched yourself up a lot.”

“You think I’m a doctor and live here?”

Vigilante watches as you make a show of pursing your lips thoughtfully. The warm afternoon sun streaks through the gaps in his blinds onto his bed. It makes it look like there’s a golden halo around your messy bed hair. He tucks a small strand behind your ear as you walk your index and middle fingers along his chest and down his shoulder. 

“Maybe a fireman with these big strong arms?”

He likes you when you let your walls down like this. You’re almost downright playful when he’s satisfied you - a personality trait he still hasn’t extricated from you outside these four walls.

“Man, I am so good at this secret identity thing if I can keep it a secret from a PI.”

You laugh. “I guess so.”

He didn’t know that you had long known his real job. And his real name. Or that you’d trace your fingers over his face on your laptop screen as you tried to reconcile it with the masked killer who was content to let you into his bed but never his real life.

“Wasn’t he our busboy at Fennel Fields?” Adebayo’s question snaps you back to the present. 

“Can you pull him out?” You ask John.

“It’s… done.” He says, with a final click of his keyboard. “Let’s just hope he hasn’t done anything stupid. Yet.” 

Harcourt shrugs her leather jacket on. “I’ll pick him up.”

Great - first he reveals to Peacemaker who he is and now Harcourt who he’s known for a hot minute is about to see his face too. 

You frown. “He’s gonna be really upset we know his identity.” 

“You wanna come and soften the blow?”

“I’ll drive.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harcourt sits in the passenger seat of your car outside of the Evergreen Police Department. You’ve been sitting here quietly in the dark, staring at the front doors for almost an hour.

“So what’s your deal with Vigilante?” She asks, finally breaking the silence.

“I told you - I threw some contract work his way. Used him as a bodyguard from time to time when I needed the extra muscle.”

“And then what? Why did you call him an asshole?”

“Because he can be an asshole.” 

“That doesn’t sound right. A psychopath maybe. But an asshole? I don’t buy it.”

You keep your eyes focused on the police station door to hide your face. “He doesn’t mean to be an asshole.” You swallow with difficulty. “He just has a code. Lots of quirky little rules he has to follow that makes it difficult for someone ordinary like me to be - I mean, to work with him.”

“Like not revealing his secret identity.”

It’s not a question but you nod all the same.

“So this is your first time seeing him without his mask?”

“That he knows of.” Your forehead touches the cool glass window. It’s like if you stare hard enough at the door he’ll appear in one piece. “I had to do my background checks.”

The doors open and you see Adrian Chase in his cardigan and jeans walking out into the dark night, illuminated by the fluorescent streetlights.

He’s alive.

You roll down your window and he stops dead. He stares at you in shock with his lips parted slightly - unsure whether you recognise him or not.

Harcourt stretches across your seat and calls to Adrian. “We’re here to take you home. Get in.”

When he climbs into the back seat of your car you both turn in your seats. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing him up close - physically he’s unscathed.

“He’s still alive…” He says. “I’m Adrian.”

“Okay,” Harcourt says simply.

“I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you tell him.

He looks up at both of you sadly over his wire-rimmed glasses. “I think I might have made things worse.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After you drop Harcourt off at her motel, Adrian gets into the passenger seat. You let him give directions to his apartment, even though you already know where he lives.

“This is me,” he says when you pull up to his building and park in the spot you’ve parked in on countless occasions.

“I know.”

“Right. Yeah, you’ve been here.”

“A couple of times, yeah…”

His stupid code. You could know where he lives but never see his face. And now you can’t stop yourself from drinking him in - his slightly stubbly chin from his day spent in prison, the way his curly hair is all messed up. He groans heavily and leans his head back against the headrest. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

“The guys know how you ended up in jail - they don’t blame you.” He doesn’t say anything. You search his face as he stares gloomily ahead. “What happened in there, V?” you ask.

“I tried to provoke Peacemaker’s dad into a fight. It worked at first - the Aryans took the bait but his dad saw right through it. I think I’ve fucked up the whole mission.”

So Vigilante went into a viper pit unarmed and provoked a bunch of nazis into fighting him.

Deep down, you know it’s fucked up to be attracted to someone capable of such violence but if you’re honest with yourself, it’s what drew you to him in the first place. You knew about the headlines before you met him. And the idea of him taking on a dangerous prison gang really shouldn’t make your heart pound the way it is right now.

You take a deep, steadying breath. “You don’t have to be sorry about that.”

You’ve never touched his hair before but you want to stroke it and comfort him. Tell him that it wasn’t his fault and it’ll all be okay. But he interrupts your train of thought before you can reach your hand out. 

“I meant I’m sorry about us.”

Why is your first instinct to tell him that it’s no big deal that he broke your heart? Stupidly, you want to protect him from it - from the hurt he caused you. Comfort him, put his feelings before your own just because you can tell that right now he needs it.

But it is a big deal. 

As soon as you remind yourself he couldn’t trust you enough to let you in, it feels like your heart is shattering all over again, mourning what you could have had.

Trust.

“I told the team your name so they could bail you out,” you admit, desperate to get the fact that you betrayed him off your chest. “I was worried about you locked up in there.”

He turns his head to look at you properly for the first time all night. The streetlights are reflected in his dorky little glasses.

“You knew my name?” He doesn’t look betrayed - he just looks surprised. “How…?”

You lift your finger from the steering wheel to point at his apartment. “Anyone with your address could find out who you are. And your full name appears on my checking account when you cash the checks I write you.”

“So you know… everything?”

“Yup.”

His eyebrows knit together in a plea. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” 

“I wanted you to tell me. I wanted you to want me to know.”

“Knowing my secret identity would put you at risk.”

“That bullshit and you know it, V. I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Yeah you do - that’s why you had me come with you on jobs.”

“I can handle myself.”

“Then why did you hire me?”

“I was curious about the man behind the headlines, I guess. Then I nearly went broke trying to spend time with you. Do you honestly think I wanted to give you a cut of my contracts for months? ”

He presses his palms into his eyes, pushing his glasses up out of the way and trying to make sense of it all.

“So those jobs were just you finding a reason to hang out?” He drags his hands down his face.

“Well, not at first. But then we started sleeping together after jobs and I wanted to keep doing that.”

“I would’ve wanted to be with you even without those jobs.”

“Oh yeah? You’d have taken me out on a date as Vigilante?” He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again - as if reconsidering whatever he was about to say. “After all that time you still didn’t trust me enough to take off your mask. The last time we saw each other I practically begged you to show me who you are. Then Peacemaker comes back in town and you - what? Just rip off your mask and spill the beans without a second thought?”

“I was being tortured by Goff-”

“The senator tortured you?”

“Well, the Butterfly who had taken over his body. But yeah. He - I mean she - ripped off my mask and tried to cut off my pinky toe. Peacemaker was just there.”

You feel sick thinking about him being tortured. Then you feel sick about feeling sick. It’s not just normal empathy. You want revenge. But you know you shouldn’t care this much. Not when you’ve been broken up for so long.

“Shit, V. That’s horrible.” 

“Besides, if I was gonna show someone my face it would have been you. Not Peacemaker.” He looks at you sadly. “I wish you hadn’t left.” 

“And I wish you had given me a reason to stay, V. I deserved someone who could trust me. And you… you deserved someone you could be yourself with. We couldn’t be that for each other.”

The hurt on your face is plain for him to see - there’s no point trying to hide it. 

“I do trust you. It’s just…” He hesitates. “You’re the only person I know who thought I was cool.”

“Adrian… that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Adrian.

It’s the first time you’ve ever called him that and it makes Adrian’s heart leap. Like the two sides of him have finally met you. After all this time.

“It’s not. Everyone else who knows me as Adrian knows I’m a loser. And I thought if I told you I was a busboy with no friends, you’d think that too.”

“You have friends.”

“Yeah, right.”

“The guys in the video store? They were so worried about you in jail. They like you a lot.” He allows himself a small smile like he doesn’t really believe it. “And I…” You pause. How do you feel about Adrian? “I still think you’re cool.”

“You do?”

He looks at you like he can’t believe you’re actually saying the words he was afraid you’d never say.

“Of course I do. You’re still the masked Vigilante of Evergreen. And I’m just… ordinary.”

He scoffs in amazement. “You’re not ordinary - you’re like the smartest person I know. And you don’t need to hide behind a mask to do your job. 

“I’m not that smart.”

“I mean, you found out more about the butterflies than the US government.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “Can I tell you something? And you won’t tell the rest of the team?”

“You can tell me anything.” 

“I didn’t know what butterflies were until today.” He looks extremely confused so you press on. “I met John in a dark web chatroom when I was researching the missing gorilla. And I thought you guys were looking for it too.”

He laughs. A merciless side-splitting laugh that doesn’t take your embarrassment into consideration at all. But it shows off his beautiful smile. And when you see it you can’t stop yourself from joining in too. It’s so ridiculous. You wanted to find the gorilla, and maybe get your PI business mentioned again in the local paper. Now you’ve been roped into saving the world with a black ops team and Vigilante.

You both try to regain your composure and stare at each other, catching your breath. He shakes his head, grinning.

Christ, look at him.

“I sometimes wondered if you wouldn’t remove your mask because you were just a bad kisser. I mean, I saw your mugshot so I already knew you were pretty.” You can’t help but tell him. You know the grainy photo on his record like the back of your hand but in person, he’s frankly gorgeous. 

“Thanks, I know.”

You laugh again. “And modest.”

“You think I fund being Vigilante on a busboy salary? I get a lot of tips.”

“It all makes sense now. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Because she didn’t want to wait around for an idiot who wouldn’t even kiss her.”

You stare at each other in the shadowy silence for a few moments. 

“It’s late, we should both get some rest.”

“Wait, don’t go.” His hand touches your thigh and it feels like there’s an electric current buzzing between his hand and the fabric of your jeans. The atmosphere almost crackles, like lighting about to strike in the middle of a storm. It’s the first time he’s touched you since you walked out on him six months ago and never went back. “It’s super late, you should crash at mine.”

“If I come upstairs we both know what’s going to happen.”

He tilts his head and you watch dimples form as the corners of his mouth turn into a mischievous smile. “That’s kind of the idea.”

“A bad one. We need to work together.”

“When has fucking ever stopped us from completing a job?”

“It hasn’t. But when we stopped seeing each other… I was really cut up. I couldn’t concentrate on work for a while. It’s why I needed the reward for the gorilla so badly.”

“Then we just won’t stop this time.”

“Adrian… I’ve only just pulled myself together again. I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He removes his hand from your leg to unclip his seatbelt. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Adrian gives you an apologetic look. 

You stare at his lips. They’re just there. His whole face is out in the open. And now his lips, and the rest of him, are about to leave your car and you never know when you’ll see him unmasked again. He opens the car door.

“Wait -”

He turns back around in his seat.

“Let me find out if you’re a bad kisser. At least I can tell myself I’m not missing out on anything if you are.”

“You’re gonna be so mad…” He cups your face and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’m a really good kisser.”

You smile and his lips meet yours. 

It’s nothing like you imagined.

When you had sex it always felt urgent, even dangerous, getting into bed with a masked cape who was wanted for murder. More often than not he fucked you from behind, tugged fistfuls of your hair and slapped your ass. 

But his kisses… his kisses are soft and slow. And good.

You’re totally screwed.

He sucks your lip gently and then his tongue traces across yours. You urge yourself forward in the driver’s seat closer to him, bringing your hand up to cradle the nape of his neck and lace your hand in his soft hair.

Warmth spreads in your chest when he deepens the kiss. You secretly hoped he’d be like this when he was unmasked. Your hot and rough encounters were always fun but in your heart you always wanted him to want you like this. Deeply. Reverently. 

You break apart and press your forehead against his with your eyes closed, feeling your heart hammering against your chest.

“What’s the verdict?” he asks.

You open your eyes to see his green ones searching yours from behind his glasses. He lets out a long, happy exhale when he hears your seatbelt unclick.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Adrian’s bedroom is neat, clean, with framed vintage comic books on his walls and illuminated by a lava lamp on his bedside table. Details you remember from previous visits but barely register this time as you both burst through his bedroom door while he kisses you. Refusing to take his hands from your body, he kicks the door shut behind him forgetting about his injured foot. He regrets it immediately.

“Fuck!” He pulls away and winces.

“Careful,” you soothe, shrugging your jacket off onto the floor and he lifts your shirt off. As soon as your skin is uncovered his mouth finds it. He drags his tongue across your collarbones and between your breasts, nudging the cup of your bra aside so he can find your nipple.

His warm mouth feels almost too good to be true as he sucks on the hard, pebbled skin and moves on to taste every inch of your exposed chest, his deft hands unhooking your bra and tossing it aside quickly. 

The entire day could have been a crazy fever dream. You’ve gone from your heart sinking at the very sight of him to it fluttering like crazy as you lie back on his mattress so he can pull your jeans and underwear off.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, sinking to his knees between your legs at the edge of the bed.

Even though you’re completely naked on his bed while he’s still dressed, you somehow feel less on display than he is right now without his mask. It feels taboo watching his jaw muscles tighten as he works his mouth all over your inner thighs. There’s something so controlled about the way he meticulously kisses the sensitive skin at the crux of your thigh that makes your lip quiver. 

You’ve spent enough time around his quick reflexes to know Vigilante is going to be skilled at eating you out but sometimes, especially in the depths of your despair during your breakup, there was a niggling inkling at the back of your mind that the mask might just be a convenient excuse not to. 

You had suspected, or maybe even hoped, when you hooked up that he had come really, really close to rolling up the bottom half of his mask and tasting you. More than once, you had caught a fleeting glimpse of him at odds with himself, his eyes behind his visor staring at your pussy and his neck muscles contracting as he swallowed thickly, strengthening his resolve and deciding to protect his own identity instead.

But tonight - finally - his tongue slides between your folds and you let out a low whine when the furnace-hot heat of his mouth besets itself over your clit.

Adrian groans when he tastes your arousal flooding his mouth. His hands cup under your ass as he pulls himself closer. You dare yourself to run your hand through his hair again, your fingernails lightly scratching his scalp. It still feels like it shouldn’t be allowed but he doesn’t seem to mind at all as his lips suck on your swollen clit.

“Fuck, Adrian…” His real name still sounds foreign on your lips, like you have to make a conscious effort to say it. 

Adrian looks up at you over his glasses, his pupils wide in the dim violet light of the lava-lamp-lit room. He takes in your glowing face and chest as you lie propped up on your elbows, enjoying the sight of him on the floor between your legs.

His fingers knead the soft, pillowy flesh of your ass like he doesn’t want to let you go anywhere ever again. And you don’t want to. Fuck the mission. Can’t you just stay here forever? In Adrian’s bedroom, panting while his tongue runs firm circles over your clit.

When you roll your hips in encouragement, he lets out a soft little moan sending vibrations over the bundle of nerves - it almost makes you dissolve right there and then. 

“I can’t believe I let you… fuck - let you get away with not doing this before,” you whimper. “So - s’fucking good, V.”

“Adrian,” he says and the tiniest absence of friction when his tongue leaves your clit makes your fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to return to your aching pussy.

“Adrianadrianadrian,” you babble, scared that his lips will leave you again. No more V. No more Vigilante. Just Adrian. Here. Eating your pussy like it’s you who’d been depriving him of this for months on end. Pleasure rises deep in your core like the tide getting ready to crash against the cliff face.

Your brain becomes fuzzy as increasingly desperate noises escape your throat - something strangled between a whine and his name. You squirm against his tongue as he relentlessly continues, determined to draw from you the orgasm that you’ve been desperate for since he kissed you in the car and you realised his mouth would feel like heaven.

The pressure of his tongue against your soaking wet pussy makes you writhe in exhilaration. You barely notice his fingers digging harder into your skin as you arch your spine and throw your head back.

Your thigh muscles tense and relax, trembling on either side of his face. “Adrian, I’m gonna - gonna cum…”

Instead of responding, he sinks two fingers deep inside your cunt, giving you something to squeeze around as every muscle in your pelvis tightens. He curls his fingers slightly and it’s just enough to push you over the fucking edge.

The purplish glow of the room turns blinding white as waves, hot and wet, break over you and your body floods with ecstasy. Your whole lower body stiffens as your walls clench around his fingers and you grind your pussy against his mouth.

Fuck, you’ve been missing out. You haven’t been with anyone else the entire time you’ve been apart and it’s like your body has been crying for exactly this moment without you realising how much you needed it. Needed his mouth on you.

The room comes into focus again gradually as Adrian gives you a last few slow, gentle kisses before sliding his fingers out of your still-twitching centre.

You breathe heavily and look at him kneeling on the floor.

He looks stupidly pleased with himself, the corner of his wet, glistening mouth upturned in a self-congratulatory smile at the way he’s taken you apart piece by piece. You can’t help but giggle from endorphins buzzing through your body. It makes your abdomen hurt from all the tensing you were doing. 

Adrian slaps the side of your ass and gets to his feet, undoing his belt buckle. “C’mon, bend over,” he grins.

You sit up, shake your head and smile. “Nuh-uh, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He blinks a couple of times dazedly. “Did you forget about your mask for a second?”

Adrian clears his throat. “Uh...No?”

He so did.

“C’mere.” You hook your fingers through his belt loops and pull him closer. You kiss the light trail of hair covering his hard abdomen while your fingers work to undo his jeans and pull them down to release him from the confines of his boxers.

God, you missed it. He has a pretty face alright but his cock is fucking perfect.

Your cheeks grow hot feeling him so close. You grip his hard length and draw your tongue across the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum. 

“Take your top off,” you say, looking up at him before running your tongue along his shaft, keeping eye contact.

He grips the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off over his head. Seeing him in the purple glow, every contour of his sculpted abdomen illuminated sends burning heat to your pelvis. You never thought you were into muscular guys, not until you saw Vigilante take his suit off for the first time. Now you’re not sure if you could go back to anything else. Anyone else. 

You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock but he interrupts you.

“I need to fuck you. Please.”

At this point, you’re so turned on it’s an offer you can’t refuse. You release him and scoot back on the bed. He goes to crawl on top of you but flinches when his injured foot meets the mattress.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to - ah fuck.”

“It’s okay. Here, lie down. Let me go on top.”

He does so with relief and you swing your leg over his thighs.

“Better?” 

“Fuck yeah,” he says, looking at your naked figure sitting on top of him.

You reach into his bedside drawer where you know he keeps his condoms. Your fingers skirt over what you suspect are bags of candy until you find the corrugated square shape you’re looking for. You take it out and roll the condom on him.

“Okay, easy,” you say, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. He throbs under the grip of your hand in anticipation. “Don’t overexert yourself.”

“You were totally cool with me over-exerting myself on the floor a second ago.”

“I was talking to myself,” you smirk. “It’s been a while.”

You ease yourself down onto his cock, feeling the beautiful stretch as you adjust to his size. 

“Shit…” he breathes, clamping his hands down hard on your hips, forcing you to bottom out. His eyebrows knit together and he sighs through parted lips, feeling the way your walls stretch around him. He looks so beautiful - you can’t stop looking at his lips.

You lean forward, planting your hands on either side of his head so you can lean down and kiss him. The taste of your juices registers on your tongue as his enters your mouth. You deepen the kiss and Adrian responds by jerking his hips up needily, pressing into your g-spot.

You moan and suck on his bottom lip, gently rolling it between your teeth as he pushes into the most sensitive part of your centre. Searing heat burns low in your belly, spreading to your thighs. You push yourself back up to ride him and grab his wrists, dragging them from your waist to grope at your chest.

“Fuck, you look so hot riding my dick.”

“Yeah? Rose-tinted visor isn’t all it’s cracked up to be?”

You’re teasing him but it seems to spur him on, as he squeezes your tits and jerks up into your bouncing hips. Every wet slap that meets your ears only increases your neediness for him. It burns brightly in your core, making you wetter and even more desperate for your next orgasm.

Every roll of your body sends his cock plunging into you, pushing against you at the perfect angle. God, he feels incredible. Your walls start to convulse around him, clamping down and gripping his cock as your second climax rears its head.

“Adrian, fuck, I’m close…” you plead, frantically chasing your high, wildly gyrating and bouncing in time with his thrusts.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna-”

“No, say my name,” he says, through gritted teeth, his neck muscles tightening in the soft light. 

His neck.

“Fuck, Adrian.” You lunge forward and bite on his neck. He grabs handfuls of your ass, anchoring himself into you as he thrusts savagely upwards sending pleasure rocketing through you. Fuck he’s deep. So fucking deep.

His name leaves your lips over and over, broken and ragged as every jerk of his hip knocks the air out of your lungs. Bliss ignites and your cry of pleasure is muffled as you moan and run your tongue over his neck, smelling his aftershave mixed with his musky sweat. An explosion, more fierce than any grenade blast bursts through your centre as he pummels his cock with unparalleled force and precision, even as you squirm and shake, unable to keep moving your own hips in time with his.

With every ounce of strength you have you lean up on your arms to look at his face. His eyes are squeezed shut and his facial muscles contort as he sucks through his teeth.

“Cum for me, Adrian,” you murmur sweetly in his ear and he opens his eyes, giving you a terminally helpless look as he slams his hips into your hot, wet cunt and you squeeze around him as tight as you can. With a final thrust, you feel his thighs tighten and his cock pulsing inside you as he cums.

You flatten your body back on top of his - the warm, damp sweat between your chests feels strangely pleasant. His fingers trace circles up your spine, gently tickling your back. Adrian turns his head to kiss you and you both lie for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours.

After what feels like a long time of lying in quiet elation, you make yourself climb carefully off of him and roll over, resting back on his pillows.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he says and you lie back watching him dispose of the condom, taking care not to put any pressure on his bandaged toe. He launches himself back on the bed with a thud making you bounce on the mattress. “Good, you’re still here,” he says, leaning on his elbow and looking down at you.

“Where else would I be?” you laugh.

“Well… you usually leave right after. Except that one time I accidentally bought peanut M&Ms.”

You look at him apologetically. In fairness, the mask was hardly an invitation to spend the night - what was he going to do? Sleep in it? “Do you have peanut M&Ms?”

He nods to his bedside drawer and you open it to see that it’s stuffed with the little yellow bags.

“You like peanut M&Ms now?”

He pulls a face. “No way dude, they’re so gross.”

“Then why…?”

“I guess I always hoped you might change your mind and come back. So I bought them whenever I thought about you.”

You look at the drawer - there’s practically enough that Adrian could have made a trail of peanut M&Ms from your apartment across town to his. “You would have made a really sweet boyfriend,” you sigh.

“Well, I mean… I still could,” he says in a would-be nonchalant type of way, pushing up his glasses with his finger and avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah?” You weren’t sure if he’d be open to picking up where you left off. But it feels right when it didn’t before. Now you know him. Really know him. 

He pulls his eyes up and meets your gaze with a smile. “If you want me to?”

“I’d like that. A lot.”

“Sweet,” he says with a wide smile, not bothering to hide how giddy he is.

You open the packet. “For the record, I’m not just staying because of the M&Ms this time.”

“I know.”

“And I’m glad you’re on the team.”

He nods happily, watching you pop a few into your mouth. “Hashtag me too.”

[haru-natsuka]

Second Male Leads Are all Yanderes but I Won't Rest Until I Win My Love Back (Female Reader x OCs)

CHAPTER 4

Story will start after the synopsis

Every second male lead who appeared in this world had a hidden yandere side that can emerge at any moment and turn them into a twisted and obsessive villain.

As someone with a severe case of the "second male lead syndrome", you are determined to pursue your love for the second male lead, leaving the original male lead to become the second.

While you were busy chasing after the second male lead, the original male lead kept on bothering you and trying to get you to choose him instead.

"Don't you dare to come any closer!" You snap at the original male lead, your tone sharp and firm.

"Oh, and who's going to stop me? You?" The yandere stares at you, a menacing look in their eyes, as their body slowly moves closer.

"Too close! Step back!"

"Your words mean nothing to me. You can't control me. I will come as close as I please, you can't stop me."

As if a yandere was not enough, when you chose to ignore the original male lead, another second male lead suddenly entered your life, further complicating the situation.

The yandere and the upcoming second male lead both seem determined to have you for themselves, and they were both very possessive and pushy in their approaches to you.

You just wanted to be happy with your true love. Yandere or not, you would stick with your crush!

CHAPTER 1 << CHAPTER 2 << CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4: THE LADIES

What was the meaning of happiness in your life? To you, it was when you had gotten to go out with your lovely Adrian, hands wrapped around his arm in a secure lock and the most important thing was, Adrian allowed you! Just seeing the envious looks on other ladies faces at the town was enough to make your smile even brighter.

'Yes! Adrian is mine! Back off'

"I'm doing you a favour, Adrian. I'm saving you from being ambush by all these predatory ladies" That was just an excuse as you tightened your hold on him, laid your head on his shoulder and acted as his protector and savior.

"Oh, you are? I am in debt to you then." Although you did not look at his face as you were busy laying your head on his shoulder but you could tell he was looking at your direction.

"Do you think they would've been able to lure me away from you?" His question sounded so playful but coming from Adrian, it was just out of pure curiosity. An angel who just wanted to know more about your thoughts.

"Will you?" You chose to withhold your answer for this one question and used his curiosity for this opportunity instead.

"If these ladies tried to lure you away from me, would you fall for their antics?" You asked, wanting to see how he would answer that question.

"I don't think so. I rather feel more comfortable being with you, out of everyone. You spend a lot of your time with me and I can't be more than thankful or..." Adrian's tone changed from his usual calm one into the one he would used whenever he would tease you for fun.

"or maybe it was the fact that you held onto me too tightly that I cannot escape to anywhere" You could feel his hot breath hit your face as he brought his face closer to you as he whispered.

'Too cute! Can I just pinch those cheeks.'

"Your words does not synchronies with your expression, Adrian. You had fun teasing me a lot these days"

As you were about to behave more respectful to Adrian's boundary by releasing your grip on his arm, as if he disliked the idea, Adrian placed a hand over yours. Your focus was back at him in question. When you looked into his eyes, they were glistening warmly and looking at you, giving you chills and a hint of excitement.

"This is the payment for my debt so do as you like"

'Do as I like? I-I ba-bad thoughts go away!'

"Look at these two undeclared young couple. Flirting with each other early in the morning" Suddenly, an old voice rang out, calling attention to you and Adrian from a fruit store. You immediately glanced over your shoulder to look at the source of the voice.

The person who spoke was none other than your dear madam, who smiled sheepishly at you with joy and rejoice. Your mood brightened when you saw her expression, as it was a reminder of her support of this relationship. She seemed overjoyed with your happiness and satisfaction, and this made you feel more grateful to her for her kindness and love towards you.

"You're mistaken, madam. We are not a couple yet," you clarified, politely explaining to her that you and Adrian were not a couple at this point in time.

"But pray for my success please. When we are together, madam would be the first person I told to."

Upon hearing your words, the madam's eyes widened and she displayed an expression that held a hint of disappointment. It was apparent that she had hoped for a different outcome, with the two of you already being a couple. That was why she was now feeling disappointed, after realizing that you still not success in pursuing your love for Adrian.

"Adrian still rejecting you?" The madam shifted her focus on Adrian.

"Young man, you should not let a beautiful flower alone when it's dazzlingly shine in front of you. You should treasure it before it flies away. As the flower blown by the wind, it would be hard for you to get it back"

Adrian remained silent and did not reply, his expression changing to one that you found difficult to fathom. You choose to be the one who continued the conversation. Mentally, questioning the meaning of his expression. He must felt uncomfortable with the old lady's words.

"Madam, I will never go away. I will never give up but I dont want to force Adrian to accept my feeling." You reassured the older lady, who was now actively supporting and rooting for you and yet failed miserably.

"That's the same answer you keep on repeating. I'm rooting for you, Y/N and do remember my warning young man."

Adrian remained silent all the way until both of you reached a bookstore, seemingly deep in thought. He did not seem to have much to say, and kept his thoughts to himself. You chose not to enter the bookstore with him to give him some space, and instead, simply waited outside while he went in.

As you waited outside the bookstore, you did not have much else to do except to inspect the stores around you in detail. You closely studied the signs, decorations, and interiors, as if they were the most interesting things you had ever seen. You took in all the various colors and designs of each store, and soaked it all in with great care and detail.

As you continued to inspect the stores around you, a sudden burst of noise and a crowd of people caught your attention. The crowd was gathered and concentrated in one spot, which caught your curiosity. So, you tiptoed closer in order to see what it was that had piqued their interest. When you eventually managed to get a glimpse of the source, you were shaken by what you saw.

When you were watching the scene unfold from your vantage point, you suddenly saw a familiar face that you recognized from your college days. It was the most hated man from your list, someone you absolutely despised. The man locked eyes with you, and immediately began approaching you at a rapid pace.

'No no he does not walking here right or he might wants to buy something from the store too. Yeah yeah that must be it. We had never even talked before'

You quickly scooted to the side, attempting to evade his path by moving out of the way. However, he continued to approach you, as if he had his sights set on you and had no intention of backing down. Without awaiting your consent, he abruptly grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him, seeming insistent in engaging in a direct interaction with you.

'The hand that only meant for Adrian! What with this bastard with his unrespectful behavior?! He just walks to me perfectly fine but still need to pull me? That's not important right now. The thing is, don't you dare disturbing my outing with my man!'

>> CHAPTER 5

@d3sperate-enuf @sirenetheblogger @orinnie @aoiyx @chin-chii

This time, I want to focus on the growth of the interaction for Adrian and Y/N. Are the dialogues too much though? But I do enjoy writing it this way. Isn't it too fluffy and cute?! Enjoy your weekend while accompanied by this story.

[nobitchs-world]

That moment when you get a random feeling to write but give up when you write one word

[generalfoolish]

Into Your Arms

Summary: Your life is disrupted after a chance meeting with the 11th street kids, and despite your better sense you find yourself drawn to the chaos.

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, canon-typical violence, gore descriptions, blood mentions, TW some PTSD related stuff

Word Count: 2.3k

Request: can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!vet!reader...

a/n: I have the flu! Hope this makes sense 🙈 eep! edited to add the entire tag list

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With tears in your eyes, you stared down the barrel of a gun at the motley group in front of you. They were talking, their voices filling the small space, but you couldn’t make out their words over the roaring in your ears, over the man who was holding that gun and had said without an ounce of remorse that he was planning to kill you.

You’d been intubating an English bulldog when he came in with a busted up eagle–of all things. Your breath stuttered as he raised his voice, the force of it causing him to move the gun. It was funny. You were about to die and all you could think about was that dog in the back. 

Dr. Hurwitz had managed to keep the eagle alive, but it hadn’t been enough for the man in front. He’d kill you all because you’d seen his face. With blurry vision you looked away from the barrel of the gun and at the man himself. He was dorky–in that boy next door way. In a different life, you’d consider him handsome. He reminded you of the goofy labradors you saw each day at the clinic, with his big eyes and soft hair.

Fear gripped your chest, forcing your breath out in small, panicked puffs. You were only dimly aware of Greg, one of the other nurses, whispering at you to “get it the fuck together.” 

“Hey. What the fuck are you saying back there?” The man with the gun asked, looking between you and Greg. 

“Just trying to calm her down; she’s hysterical.” Greg told him, and as if you’d rehearsed it, another sob wracked through you. 

“Oh, god. Are you okay?” One of the women asked, her voice laced with concern.

“Of course not, she thinks she’s about to die.” The other man answered, the one who had come in the beginning with the eagle.

You felt worse than you had before, but now your brain was soaking up the visual information you’d missed. Despite his gun still trained on you, your eyes were drawn to Vigilante–that’s what they had called him. 

“What other choice do we have besides killing this veterinarian, this nurse, this nurse, and this male nurse?”

“You can just say two nurses, man.”

“If I just say “nurse,” I think people will imagine it as a woman.”

“He’s standing right there! We don’t have to imagine anything. 

“It must be weird, waking up every day and being a male nurse.”

“You’re a fucking busboy!” 

“Oh great! Now we definitely have to kill them, because you’re giving stuff away about my secret identity!”

“Do we really have to kill these people?”

The pause of silence was too much for you, the shared uncertain looks between the group. A small whimper left your lips, and you cursed the sound. 

You had higher hopes for yourself than this. You never imagined you’d be in this scenario, of course, but when it came down to it, you’d thought you would be able to handle yourself. Instead, you’d turned into a sobbing fool at the first sign of danger. You weren’t even begging. You just stood there, metaphorically pissing yourself and waiting to die.

You willed yourself to stand straighter, but kept your arms up in the air. You’d die with a bit of dignity, even if you’d had to summon every ounce of courage and self to do so. 

“No,” The blonde began and that was all you needed to deflate completely. The false bravado simply slipped from you as fast as you’d mustered it. The fleeting confidence roared in your ears, drowning the rest of the conversation. You let yourself be jostled around, ziptied, and left in the waiting room of the vet office.

Your life gets simpler after that. You keep working at Dr. Hurwitz’s office; thanks to a considerable bump in pay, for not leaving (re: suing), you were finally able to drive a few hours to the coast for a little relaxation. You heal. The journey is as odd as the day that precipitated it. You settle back into your routine and can watch your regular procedurals–and don’t bat an eye at the guns, violence, and death. But a man talking too loudly at you in the office, his tone mean and cutting, and you’d crumple to tears in the staff room pawing at your phone for the speed dial number of your therapist. 

But it’s good, your life is good because it’s the one you didn’t expect to have. You take nothing for granted, and you spare yourself no criticisms. You learn to love yourself, and the inspiration of finally liking who you are seeps into every facet of your life. You take up photography as a new hobby, and you start going to the gym. It’s there you find a class in self-defense, and though you aren’t kidding yourself about your skill level against some supe, you figure you owe it to yourself to at least learn how to throw a punch.

You’re leaving class one night, taking a gulping sip from your water bottle, admiring the new ache you’d gotten from your sparring partner, when the street goes sideways. You hit your elbow hard, and barely register the clatter of your bottle and bag hitting the street. By the time you catch your breath, the attacker has made himself known. 

For a brief, blinding moment, you don’t move. Your chest is seized, your blood sluggish in your veins. You want to scream, run, fight, but you can’t move your stupid, useless body. A flash of blue, a great clap, and a spray of red followed by the kind of primal scream only the dying can make–and then you were being lifted up. 

Your elbow was a throbbing scream as your feet hit the pavement, right side up.

“You okay?” A man asked, though muffled from beneath a blue and black facial mask, you’d know that timbre and cadence of that voice anywhere. You want to scream, kick, spit–something to show this asshole that you aren’t the same scared girl anymore. But he’s lifted your arm to inspect the damage, and he’s taken his glove off. His touch is so gentle, the softest caress, that you actually answer his insane question.

“Yes.” Your voice is a hushed whisper, though not a scared, timid thing. 

“That was a sucker punch, by the way. You totally coulda kicked his ass.” You hissed as he pressed a particularly tender spot, and though he hadn’t seemed to be paying attention to you, his head snapped up. “That hurt? Oof, yeah. That’s a bitch. Let me take you to the hospital. We’ll take the Vigimobile.” He rambled off, nearly sing-song, and began to tug your other arm behind him. “I’m Vigilante, the car is mine, obviously. D’uh.” He paused only when I pulled back from him.

“What’s up?” He asked, looking around, like there might be a second thug.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” You told him, exasperated. 

“Why not?” His head cocked to the side, and you have to literally shake the image from your head as you remember thinking of him as a labrador.

“Why not?” You echo, your voice nearing hysterical.

“Your elbow is dislocated, at least. Worst case, fractured. I’m the only one here. Your phone is smashed, and you don’t have car keys in your bag.” He lists off items by raising a finger with each point. 

“You tried to kill me four months ago!” You scream at him, throwing your hands up to accentuate your point, remembering the pain in your elbow too late. The sharp pain that slices through your body leaves a fuzzy ring around your vision, and you see Vigilante take a step towards you as the world tilts sideways for the second time of the night. 

You groan as you pull yourself from that inky abyss, and smack your lips against the paper dry feeling of your tongue. 

“Where the hell am I?” You manage to croak out, and the shuffle of feet is the only indication you get that other people are around.

“Hospital.” A man’s voice tells you, and you have the funniest feeling you know the voice. The gentle comfort of that wraps around your delirious mind and pulls you back down.

The next time you awake it’s because of the sun. The windows were left open, meaning that the bright rays of the morning hit you full force. You blink harshly against the intrusive light, and remember being attacked. Fearful of the state of your body, you gingerly begin testing your toes and slowly you work your way up your body. You’re twitching your fingers when a knock at the door startles you. 

You don’t know the person standing in the frame, but you wish you did. He’s holding a balloon, flowers, and a stuffed dog. Confusion paints your face, and he waves sheepishly.

“Hi, you up?” He asks, shuffling closer hesitantly.

“Just barely.” You murmur back, shifting in the bed.

“They gave you a lot of pain medicine last night.” The man tells you. You wish you knew more about this whole bizarre situation. You couldn’t remember anything over the pounding in your head.

“That’s right, because I…” 

“Your elbow. It was dislocated, which is better than a fracture. But you did tear a tendon, which means you’ll be in a sling for a few weeks.” He explains, fidgeting with the stuffed dog.

“Did I have surgery?” You push, figuring he’ll at least answer some questions.

“No, no. I asked them to monitor you overnight.” 

“Why?”

“You…you might not remember me, but we’ve met before. I’m Adrian, and I threatened to kill you once.” You blink at his deadpan, waiting for the punchline. But you know he isn’t joking, somehow. You know him. He’s the one from the vet clinic, the one who saved you from the guy last night.

“Are you stalking me?” You ask, wondering partially if he’s here to finish the job. He laughs, too loudly.

“A little bit. I feel horrible about it.”

“The stalking?”

“No. When I tried to kill you. It was a precaution. But I’ve changed my mind about that. About a lot of things, actually. Anyway, I just wanted to say sorry for all of that, and I hope you feel better soon. I brought you some stuff.” He explains before dumping the stuffed dog in your lap and putting the other stuff on the nightstand. You try not to gape at him.

“Okay, I’m going to head out.”

“You just got here.” You say, surprising both of you. 

“You want me to stay?”

“For some reason, yeah. Would you?” With his eyes wide, he nods and takes the chair beside your bed. 

“How’s the eagle?” You ask, voice soft and unsure. Adrian picks up the conversation easily though and is soon animatedly telling you all about the bird's latest antics. 

You’re not sure how Adrian became such a regular part of your day, but you find yourself waiting for his visit all the same. He doesn’t have a pet, but he comes by the vet clinic and asks for your advice on all his potential pets everyday. He also tells you about his day, his night, and anything else he can think of. When he isn’t talking to you in person, he’s blowing your shit up with memes and weird emojis. 

The idea of seeing him every single day would have made you want to call your therapist before, but after he saved you, his choices began to make sense. Maybe you were making excuses, but he had become such a stable part of your life that you began to love his daily visits. When he missed one, which happened from time to time, you were miserable. He always made up for it, though.

“I’ve got a cinnamon chai for the apple of my eye!” His voice rang out, drawing you from your small cubicle to the front. Your smile grew when you took him in, and his own was full on beaming.

“Adrian, you didn’t have to get me a drink.” You scolded, secretly pleased as you sipped from the steaming cup. 

“Course I did, I wanna do that stuff for you.” He told you bashfully. You wanted those things too, even if it felt insane to consider.

“Actually, I had something I wanted to ask you.” He began, and you watched as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Would you wan…I mean, I would like to, if you want to, uhm. Dinner?”

“Sure, Adrian, I’d love to.”

“Sick. I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Okay, seven, it is.” You agree, taking another sip of your drink, and watch as he leaves. He must think you’ve looked away because he fist pumps into the air. You stifle your laugh and go back to work, thinking very hard about what you were going to wear.

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Make Up? (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Ohh Tumblr must have eaten the ask! I wanted to request something where Adrian and the reader get into a really big fight, and then have intense makeup sex with dom Adrian overstimulating the reader. And then there’s very soft and sweet aftercare and he holds them.

Eeeee I'm alive again and postin! I was so excited when I saw this request and hope I do it justice!

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Warnings: dom Adrian, angst, fluff, argument, yelling, p in v, oral (male receiving and fem receiving) choking, spanking, degradion, cursing, face fucking, spitting

Adrian was mad.

Now usually he wasn't an angry person. He was calm and rational. He took pride in knowing that he wasn't an angry person.

Today had just been rough. He just wanted to go home and cuddle with you.

You had also had a bad day. Things just went terrible today and all you wanted was to go home and cuddle with your boyfriend.

Neither of you are sure how you ended up here.

"Adrian I said it was an accident!!"

"Sure it was!! You totally didn’t plan to ruin the day!"

"Oh okay yes cause that was my end goal for today!! I woke up and said let's piss off Adrian!"

"Yes! You live to piss me off!"

"Do you even hear yourself!!? I'm sorry I fucking forgot to defrost the meat like you asked me too!! I'll buy us pizza!"

"I don't want pizza!!" He roared out groaning. You grew angrier.

"You're acting like a fucking dick!"

"It was the only thing I asked of you today!"

"I said I was sorry and you know I had my own things to do today too right! Not everything of mine revolves around you!"

"All I wanted was a nice night with you and here you are ruining it!"

"Me ruining it! You are! You're the one who's yelling!"

"Cause you wouldn't leave it alone! You wouldn't fucking leave it alone! You kept pushing and pushing and pushing! I said leave it fucking alone but you had to know why I was upset and first of all I’m not even upset-"

"CAUSE I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!" You screeched out.

"Why?! There’s nothing wrong!"

"Uh I'm you're girlfriend!" Adrian scoffed at your words shaking his head. You grew teary eyed now.

"Oh fuck wait don’t cry! Shit! This was stupid! Just leave it alone!! Fuck I’ll figure this shit out later." Adrian stormed off leaving you standing there.

He stopped in his track feeling something hit his back. It was the bag of frozen meat.

"You're an asshole and I hate you." You sniffled crying. Adrian clenched his fists.

He knew what he was doing was wrong. He hated arguing with you.

"No you don't." He approached you standing in front of you.

"Yes I do. I didn't ruin anything! All I did was show my worry for you dick." You jabbed your finger in his chest. "I even fucking apologized but I take it back!"

"You take it back?"

"Yes I take it back! You're a shitty boyfriend! You're a dick!" Adrian laughed shaking his head.

"You better stop." He warned you leaning in.

"Why? You won't do fucking shit. You're a coward who won't fucking talk about his feelings and instead chooses to yell at his wonderful girlfriend!"

"You're not so wonderful right now." He snapped out pushing you against the wall.

"Cause you made me this way asshole! I hate you."

"You didn't seem to hate me last night when I fucked you in the shower."

"Yeah well yesterday you weren't an asshole. It wasn't even that good. I'm better off finding someone else."

"Someone else? You think someone else could fuck you better than me?" He taunted you.

"With the way you're acting..yes." Adrian laughed pinning your hands against the wall.

"I'm gonna give you five seconds to take that back."

"Fuck you."

"1"

"You're a dick! I hate you! You yelled at me then mocked me!"

"2"

"I don't want your stupid cock! Maybe I should find a better guy." You struggled against his hands. You knew what you were doing now You wanted to egg him on. Take out both your angers another way.

"3"

"Think of it me with someone else fucking them. They wouldn't be mean like you are!"

"Oh honey you like it when I'm mean. I'll fucking prove it to you." He grabbed your hair not bothering to finish counting. You yelped as Adrian pushed you down on the bed. He leaned down kissing you.

You squirmed under him. He gripped your chin forcing your mouth open. "God you're such a little fucking brat. You don't know how to shut up."

You glared at him. "Are you gonna fuck me or keep fucking insulting me?"

"Both." Adrian sat up flipping you around. He yanked down your pants and underwear roughly. You squirmed under him gasping out as he raised his hand landing it roughly against your ass.

He grabbed your hair roughly throwing you over his lap. "What's our safe word?" He snapped out. You stood silent hitting his leg.

"Safe word!" He yelled out.

"It's teal!" You yelled back. Adrian gripped your hair tighter.

"Good do you need to use it?" He asked.

"No." You gritted your teeth.

"No what?"

"Fuck you."

"I'm being serious Y/N." Even while angry, your comfort and safety was the important thing to him. He'd rather die than hurt you.

"No sir. I don't need the fucking safe word." You gasped as he slapped your ass harshly.

"Don't fucking curse at me fucking brat." He spanked you again. "Now count."

"No!"

"Count or I swear I will spank you so fucking hard then leave you here."

You knew it was a meaningless threat. Adrian would never hurt you then not comfort you. He loved you too much and you knew you were being a brat.

"One." You mumbled out wincing from his slap. Adrian smiled now doing it again.

"Two!" You yelped as he slapped your ass.

"Not so fucking tough now huh?" He slapped your ass again harder.

"Three!" You grew teary eyed. These were hard slaps. Adrian grinned seeing your red ass. He rubbed his hand over it feeling slightly bad. It didn't stop him though.

He spanked you a total of seven more times. You had tears down your cheeks by the end of it. Adrian rubbed your sore ass as he grabbed your thigh spreading your legs open.

He smirked. You were practically dripping. "See you're fucking crying but look how wet you fucking are you stupid whore. Look at this little cunt. It's ruining my fucking pants." He sat you up pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

You moaned kissing him back. His tongue pushed against yours. Adrian pulled away laughing as you cried out. He had pushed two fingers in you with no warning.

"Ride my fingers baby." He whispered in your ear. "Get yourself off."

"No no I want you to do it-" You weakly protested. He gripped your chin.

"No only good girls get the good treatment."

"I was good though! You're the one being mean!" You cried out. He pushed you to your knees lifting your head up.

"I'll fucking show you mean. Mouth open now!" He yelled out grabbing your hair. You pouted opening your mouth. He undid his pants quickly.

"Say you want my cock and I'll think about letting you cum tonight." You whined at his words. Adrian gripped your hair tilting your head up.

"Say it Y/N."

"I want your cock." Adrian grinned caressing your head.

"Yeah you do. You want my cock huh sweet girl? My little slut."

"Yes I want your cock." Adrian tapped his cock against your cheek.

"Good now open." You opened your mouth giving him a small pretty look. Adrian caressed your cheek before shoving his cock down your throat. You gagged a bit from the force before relaxing.

Adrian groaned out holding your head against him. "Suck." He gripped your hair tighter. You whined beginning to hollow your cheeks.

"Oh fuck.." He moaned out. His hips thrusted up. You gagged as he choked you. He gripped your hair.

"I'm gonna fuck your throat is that okay? Tap once on my thigh for yes and twice on my thigh for no sweetheart." You tapped on his thigh.

"Good girl tap on it again if it becomes too much." He rutted his hips cursing as his cock made it's way down your throat. He moaned out gripping your hair as you sucked.

You moaned as he began a small pace. "Oh fuck oh fuck..is this what it takes to shut you up? Need to gag you on my fucking cock."

Adrian threw his head back moaning as he sped up now. You whined gagging as he kept going. "Oh fuck fuck fuck...such a good throat. You're doing so good."

He became brutal as he face fucked you. "I needed this so badly. Oh you fucking whore. My fucking whore. No one else gets to do this to you but me. Do you understand? You don't suck anyone else's cock but mine you stupid slut."

Adrian pulled out jacking off now. "Open your mouth now."

You listened as he cursed cumming on your face. You shut your eyes as it landed on your mouth and cheeks. Adrian panted looking at you for a moment. He picked you up throwing you down on the bed.

"Fuck fuck you did such a good job. Lay back and let me fucking take care of you. Such a good job my little whore." He spanked you again flipping you onto your back.

He shoved his face licking a fat stripe up from your hole to your clit. "Adrian!" You cried his name out. He grabbed your thighs folding you in half. His tongue pushed in your cunt.

He moaned eating you out as if he was starved. You grabbed his hair shoving his face against you. He glared up at you pulling away to spit on your cunt.

"This is mine. Do you understand that? Mine. Only I know how to fucking treat this sweet pussy. Am I clear?"

"Yes yes! Please please more!" You sobbed out as he leaned over you gripping your chin.

"No. Am I fucking clear? This pussy is mine. Mine." He shoved two of his fingers inside you beginning to fuck you. "Take back what you said."

"Adrian-"

"Take it fucking back. You don't want anyone but me. Say it!" You sobbed crying as he continued. He pushed another finger inside of you.

The pleasure was overwhelming.

"No No No! I don't want anyone but you! No one but you could make me feel this good! Adrian please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

He smiled kissing you deeply. He pulled his hand away slapping his cock against your clit. You moaned out panting.

"Good girl..good job sweetheart. You're so good honey." He pushed inside. "Oh god so fucking tight. You're so fucking tight."

He grabbed your legs holding them up as he began to fuck you into the mattress.

You panted whining as he moved roughly. He fucked you with one thing in mind.

"Cum on my cock." You moaned panting. "You could do it honey."

"No no I've been bad. I don't deserve it-"

"You shut up you sweet beautiful thing. You shut your beautiful mouth. You're my sweet girl. I've been a dick. Now it's okay make a big mess on my cock for me sweetheart."

You moaned out at his words as he placed his hand around your throat. He held your throat gently as he pounded into you.

"God you feel so good. Just wanna make you cum on my cock."

"Adrian! Oh god! Yes yes yes!" He smiled fucking into you.

"That's right sweetie. Only cock can make you scream like this. You're mine. Mine to love. Mine to fuck like this." You gasped out as he threw your legs over his shoulder.

He spat on your clit using his hand to rub it. "Adrian!!" You cried out his name.

"You feel so good Y/N! Oh fuck you feel so good! Come on baby!" He grunted rubbing your clit harder. You withered on the bed crying as he fucked into you.

"Make a mess on my cock honey. Come on." He growled out dropping your legs to grip your chin. He forced your mouth open.

He kissed you deeply pushing his tongue in your mouth. He sloppily kissed you as he fucked you deeply.

You both moaned panting as Adrian pulled away. "You're mine. Mine. Mine."

"I'm yours." You sobbed out. Adrian pulled out flipping you over. He pressed his chest into your back as he pushed back in. You cried out as he fucked you harder.

"Never fucking forget that. Never fucking forget that this pussy and this body and you are mine." He moaned out. "I'm gonna cum inside this sweet pussy. My pussy."

"Adrian! Adrian!" He pulled your tits as he hugged you tight. "I'm gonna cum!!"

"Make a mess. Wanna feel you squeeze my cock!" You cried out cumming. Tears went down your cheeks as

Adrian humped into you a couple more times before groaning out as he pushed in cumming deeply inside of you.

You both panted. He kissed your neck a couple of times as he slowly laid you down. You cried silently as he pulled out. He flipped you over on your back kissing your face.

You sniffled as he kissed your lips sweetly now. "You okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Yes.." You whispered out. He smiled getting up.

You whined reaching out for him. He came back kissing your lips real quick.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right back." Adrian gave you a smile racing off. He came back with a rag and some water.

He wiped you down gently as you still cried. Adrian wiped your tears away kissing your face.

"Can you drink some water for me honey?" You nodded sitting up.

He helped you to the restroom waiting for you.

Once you came out he helped you into one of his shirts sliding your panties on for you.

"I'm sorry I didn't defrost the meat like you asked me too.." You mumbled out once he tucked you back into bed.

"That doesn't matter. It never did. I'm sorry. You were right I was being an irrational dick. You were busy today too." He kissed your lips cuddling you into his chest. He rubbed your back.

"But it was the only thing you asked of me and then you said I kept bothering you and and-" You cried now. Adrian shushed you kissing his lips.

"No no Y/N. No..It was me. I had a bad day and I took it out on you. I should've never done that to you. You were being the best girlfriend trying to make sure I was okay. I'm sorry okay. I'm so sorry."

He kissed your tears and cheeks. "I'm sorry. I just had a really bad day. It was terrible. I shouldn't have left yelled at you. You were right. I was a terrible boyfriend. I love you so much."

"I love you too..I'm sorry I said those mean things. I also had a bad day."

"We both had bad days. It's okay. I'm sorry for yelling at you for something so small. I shouldn't have." He leaned in kissing you. "You tried to make it better. I had those mean things coming. I'm so sorry.."

"I forgive you." You mumbled out sniffling.

"You shouldn't, but thank you. I will never yell at you the way I did. Never again.." He kissed your head again moving to kiss your lips. He hugged you tightly.

"So you said pizza earlier?"

"It was just a suggestion."

"And it was a good one sweetheart. I love you Y/N. I mean it. I'm so so sorry I yelled at you. You're not a bother and I hate making you cry the way I did." He kissed your lips.

"I love you Adrian. I don't hate you like I said I did. I didn't mean it."

"I know you didn't. You were mad and you had every right to be." He kissed your lips gently. "I'm gonna order us food and I'm gonna pamper you the whole night like you deserve."

"But I was mean-"

"So was I. I shouldn't have yelled at you and after the rough treatment I put you through you need a good night."

"I liked it though."

Adrian smirked laughing a bit now. "I'm glad you did." He kissed your lips now. "God I love you so much."

"I love you too.." You smiled as he sat you on his lap massaging your back. He cuddled you close grabbing his phone.

"Now lemme get you a pizza."

You smiled happily as he kissed your face everywhere. "My sweet beautiful girlfriend."