#mine: peacemaker

[alexturner]

No matter how far away we are from each other, no one will ever break us apart.

PEACEMAKER SEASON 2 Coming to HBO Max in 2025

[plzu]

gif by @38across

savor (aka distance makes the cock grow harder) - Adrian Chase/Reader

summary: Moving in together has made Adrian Chase an insatiable man. It’s made him, maybe, greedy. warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, smut smut smut <3, no Y/N wordcount: 2.3k a/n: dirty quickie for my large iced americano series. u don't have to read the (now completed!) fic first, this can be read on its own :]

Moving in together has made Adrian Chase an insatiable man. It’s made him, maybe, greedy.

Now that you live under the same roof, Adrian can have his fill of you whenever. Fold himself into you, mold the curves of your body against the parts of him that ache for you.

(Which are all his parts, respectively.)

Regardless of the time he gets home, he’ll stride through the apartment with all the determination of a heat-seeking missile and immediately glue himself to your body. If he slips in in the middle of the night, he curls himself around your back and grinds against your ass until you wake up and spread open for him. On brisk, early mornings, he pushes his face into your neck and fondles you awake, kneading your breasts in his hands. If he comes home in the middle of the day and you're not home yet, he waits for you like a pouty puppy and ambushes you the second you step through the door. You'd playfully swat at him, laughing breathlessly at his antics, until he'd have you partially undressed on the living room floor.

Being apart from you for more than 48 hours makes him restless. Another day or two, he experiences what can only be described as intense withdrawal symptoms; fidgeting, unbearable whining, inability to shut up about how awesome you are and how badly he misses you.

Tonight, he’s finally returning home from a mission that had him away for a few nights too many. Each day that had passed made missing you worse. The team may have gotten just a teensy bit annoyed with him about it.

(“Just rub one out like the rest of us!” Peacemaker barked.)

And it's like, dude, of course he already does that. But touching himself pales in comparison to having the taste of you on his skin. Something the group groaned at when he said something to that effect out loud.

What can Adrian say? Distance makes the cock grow harder. Or however that saying goes.

He spends the drive back home from base imagining all the things he likes to do to you, all the places he likes to taste you. Barely obeying the speed limit this close to midnight. He didn’t even change out of the suit, with the exception of flinging off his helmet and tossing it back in the bag.  

He gets to the apartment and sees the lights are still on. This is good. Despite how cute you look when you’re asleep, he doesn’t think he’d be able to handle the time needed to try to ease you awake.  

Adrian marches very purposefully into the living room, ripping his gloves off. His hands are already tingling from the anticipation of getting to touch you.

You're curled up on the couch, nose buried in a book, and he notices with absolute delight that you're wearing the itty bitty sleep shorts he likes so much. The one that both confuses him and turns him on, considering it’s made up of just the barest piece of fabric, and how much of your thighs it leaves exposed; you may as well be wearing nothing but underwear.

He's not one to complain about it, though. Especially when he gets a peek of the cheek meat that the shorts barely cover.

Your head had whipped up as soon as he entered the room. There's a flash of joyous surprise on your face. “Adrian!”

He gives you no time to scramble up and off the couch to greet him, however. Adrian drops to his knees in front of you after a few purposeful strides. He has his hands on your hips in no time, roughly dragging your ass to the edge of the cushion and towards his face.

You yelp at the sudden movement.

You squeak when he parts your legs a second after, and sinks his face against your thinly clothed cunt. He inhales, drinking in your scent, and lets out a shaky, relieved groan. Home, sweet home.

“Adrian..!” you squeak again. You tug at his curls, prompting him to meet your eyes. 

“Wha-?” He was already far too pussy-drunk for coherency. 

You grimace, dropping your hand from his hair. “It’s- That’s embarrassing. You putting your face…”

“Huh?” Adrian blinks. “Why? Is someone here?” He glances over your thighs, looking for an unexpected guest that he’d have to ask to leave. Or, fuck it, they could stay and watch as long as they didn’t interrupt. He just really needed to taste you, like, yesterday.

“No, no one's here. It's just... Very sudden. Wasn't ready for you to be all... down there.”

“Oh,” he says. “Well, if no one's here, can I please dive back into your pussy? I really missed you and it's been driving me crazy not getting to eat you out.”

You make a funny little sound, an exhale full of indescribable emotion before you nod, shy and excited and full of bubbly anticipation.

Adrian rolls your shorts down your hips, making sure to take your underwear with it as he slides them off your legs. Once they're blindly discarded somewhere behind him, his attention returns once more to your cunt, now bare for him to fully appraise and revel in.

“Wow,” he sighs. “I can never get over how pretty your pussy is.” His voice is full of unalloyed reverence. It makes you shiver, and quietly whimper. The sound goes right to his dick, makes it twitch in his pants, and it's all the push he needs to descend upon you with open-mouthed fervor.

The taste of you fills his tongue, the sharp tang that he missed so much. It coats his taste buds, makes him salivate as he licks a languid stripe up towards the bead of your clit. He moans. Like the generosity of his mouth is more for his pleasure than it is yours.

He can feel the effect it's having on you. The way you squirm in his hold. He's got your legs propped up on the shoulder pads of his suit, hands gripping the soft flesh of your waist to keep your cunt securely pressed against his face. He doesn't want you trying to scoot away like you do sometimes, when it gets too overwhelming.

Because Adrian is trying to feast.

He continues lapping at your heat, tongue being sure to slowly caress against the velvet folds of your pussy. Despite his rush to return home, Adrian takes his time. Now that he's here, cozied up between your legs, he really wants to savor the moment. Especially since you always taste better than he remembers.

He nuzzles closer, deeper into the heat of you. You full on tremble against him, sighing out his name. He missed that, too. The sound of your voice singing his name. No one's ever said his name the way you do — replete with praise and fondness.

Adrian. Typically said by others neutrally, devoid of any emotion. Affection. If there was an emotion, though, it's groaned out in exasperation, or spat out in annoyance, or confusion. Abrasive and lacking warmth.

It's something he got used to, of course. Until he reconnected with you. His name falling from your lips colored positively in amusement. Warm and tender emotions that made some feeling flicker in his chest when he heard it. Adrian. It made him ache. It was nice; it quickly became as addicting as your smiles.  

Adrian's tongue dips further into you, plunges into your hole, and he proceeds to slowly fuck you with it. He's rewarded by the breathy, high pitched moan that peels out of you.

Your quivering thighs finally clamp shut, trapping his head in paradise. Your hands go back to gripping the hair at the base of his skull -- a sting of pain shooting pleasurably down his spine -- and your hips attempting to meet each delectable thrust of his tongue until you're fully, impatiently, grinding against Adrian's face.

Fuck yes.

He loves when you try to use him. Loves when you get all filthy and unhinged for him, because of him. Just absolutely falling apart in his hands because he makes you feel good.

He used to think making random women get off as Vigilante was cool. But making you desperate as just Adrian Chase is top fucking tier. Nothing inflates his ego more. He feels like he’s on top of the world when you beg for him.

Adrian's tongue swirls in the divet of your sex as he nuzzles his face side-to-side. The tip of his nose catches at your sensitive clit with the movement, creating friction that thrums through you, makes you pant with desperation.

“Adrian..!” you keen. “P-please, I'm g-gonna..!”

His fingers dig into your skin. Bruising permission for you to let go, to come all over his face. His own breathing picks up, a rumbling groan encouraging you, vibrating against the damp folds of your pussy.

You come with a muted sob, hips undulating with each wave of your climax. Adrian drinks it up, keeping his face flush against the outpouring of your cunt. Laves at the dripping juices with a grateful hum until your body finally slumps back down into the couch. Your thighs ease their clutch from his ears, letting the sounds of the apartment whoosh back to life.

Adrian allows your legs to slide off his shoulders as he stands up. He looks down at you, taking in your heaving chest and the sheen of sweat dampening your hairline through the haze of his glasses, which he forgot to take off in his eagerness to consume you.

Fuck, you look pretty all spent like this. Eyes half-lidded and dazed, the post-coital glow of your cheeks.

“I think I'm addicted to your pussy,” he confesses through the mess of you that currently coats the bottom half of his face. Sloppy. He's only a messy eater when it comes to you.

You drag your gaze up to meet his eyes at his confession. Something saccharine gleams in your irises as your face breaks out into a syrupy smile.

Adrian remembers he likes the taste of that, too, and leans against the armrest of the couch so he can kiss you. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and then slips between your teeth to glide sensually over your own tongue. You sigh helplessly against the kiss when you taste yourself all over Adrian's mouth.

It's a slow and sloppy mishmash of mouths. Wet and sultry and sticky. It makes you horny again. Adrian can tell by the way your naked bottom half slowly gyrates forward, seeking friction. Your hands clasp shakily against his biceps, a quiet plea for more.

Which he's all too ready to give.

Still standing between your open legs, Adrian props a knee up on the cushion where your bare pussy is currently making a mess. Without looking, he traces the fingers of his right hand down until he’s rubbing messy circles onto your sensitive clit. Your hips jerk at the contact. Adrian swallows your whine.

He breaks from the kiss, leaving his forehead pressed to yours as his fingers continue their glide downwards, slipping easily into the welcoming heat of your sex.

“I thought about you every day,” Adrian says, voice ragged. “Do you know how hard it is to be away from you? Like, literally. I was literally hard for you the entire time.”

A laugh exhales out of you. You tilt your face up so you can catch his bottom lip between your teeth and pull, playful and needy. “I m-missed you, Chase,” you purr against his lips, clearly affected by his finger-fucking you. “You were gone so long I had to touch myself.”

The murmured admittance is both sweet and dirty and makes Adrian groan an expletive. His erection aches, and he can't do anything about it because one hand is propping himself up over you against the sofa while the other is busy trying to coax another orgasm from you.

As if reading his mind, your hands skirt down along the rough material of his suit, bumping over the hard piece of his utility belt before finally applying pressure against the stiffness of his pants. Even through the layers, the palm of your hand offers instant relief that he bucks into.

The thing is-  he's so pent up after going days without having you touch his dick. Sure, he touched his down dick, but obviously it's not the same. That sharp, exciting swoop that happens low in his gut doesn't occur when he's just trying to rub one out. Only you can do that. Which is pretty fucking romantic, he thinks.

And so, as you palm at his cock through his pants, he speeds up his ministrations on your soaking cunt, growing dizzy.

The world becomes nothing but the space you both take up on this single couch cushion, Adrian’s left hand gripping the back of the couch somewhere behind your head. Your right leg hooks around his hip, anchoring as you stroke him through his pants.

Shit, he's not gonna make it. His balls tighten just from your clumsy groping. Adrian drops his head into the crook of your neck and crooks his fingers deeper into you. He kisses the salt of your skin. Feels the walls of your pussy tighten around his pumping fingers, the erratic cant of your hips meeting each thrust.

Finally, you come around his fingers, back arching off the sofa. Something guttural rumbles out of him and into the space where your neck meets your shoulder as he follows suit, coming explosively in his pants. His cock twitches with each pulse against the heat of your touch, which continues to grip him through the fabric. 

Adrian collapses beside you on the couch once both your orgasms subside. Moments pass with nothing but the sound of both your labored breathing, only interrupted by a soft grunt as you yank the discarded book out from where it got trapped between your thigh and the armrest. 

“Did you,” you pant, “seriously just come without taking your suit off?”

Adrian pulls his glasses off his face, then lolls his head so he could look at you. “Yeah. You’re very good with your hands. The best in the world.”

You grin. “I barely did anything.”

Adrian’s uncomfortably sticky crotch says otherwise. He really, really missed you.

taglist: @whatevermonkey

[gothgleek]

Utah Law- Adrian Chase x fem!Reader

It some states such as Utah it is illegal to have premarital sex. You scoff at the idea but your boyfriend is very strict when it comes to following the law so he refuses to budge even when you try tempting him.

Notes: NSFW, MDNI, this was written before I found out that formication laws were outlawed in Utah in 2019.

This was also based on my Adrian Chase NSFW Alphabet post and a few conversations with @hieronymph to whom this was written for🖤

Includes: Semi-public sex, dry humping, switch! Adrian, pussy eating, spanking, loud sex, face sitting. Mentions of absurd state laws, murder, and violence.

Comments, reblogs, and likes are appreciated!

“What crawled up your ass and died?” Adebayo asked with a raised brow when you threw your luggage into the van with just a little too much force and a scowl. Chris laughed.

“She’s mad because she didn’t get any last night.” He said with glee.

“Seriously?” Harcourt said, raising a brow from behind the driver’s seat.

“I thought it was tradition for the two of you to ‘break in’ every motel room you sleep in.” Adebayo questioned while making… some sort of gesture with her hands.

“It is tradition, thank you for remembering that Adebayo.” You turned to face Adrian. “Do you want to tell them why we didn’t honor tradition last night?”

Adrian sighed and pouted. “Pre-martial sex is against the law in Utah.”

“You’re kidding.” Economos deadpanned.

You were well aware of Adrian’s rather… strict way of looking at the law. He will kill anyone he finds breaking the law, hypocrisy aside. This ranges from murderers to vandals. As your little group went across the country to find butterflies, you came to find out his knowledge of the law not only included federal laws but also state laws. Including the obscure ones.

For example, while the two of you chased a possible witness in Portland, Adrian had come to a complete stop before you could enter the cemetery. He left you to chase the witness alone so he could run around the property. You chewed him out afterwards and his only defense was that in Oregon it’s a misdemeanor to bring weapons or go hunting in a cemetery. He gestured to the multiple guns and knives on his body.

“All I’m saying is, it’s better to keep a low radar and avoid breaking the law.” Adrian said with his hands up in defense when the group confronted him later. “And we can’t pick and choose which laws to follow. Otherwise we’d be no better than the bad guys.”

“Low radar?” You scoffed. “You’re dressed in a teal super suit! People are gonna know something is up! And I’m not sure if you remember this, but murder is also illegal!”

“Thank you for remembering it’s teal,” Adrian beamed at you and well, you couldn’t be mad at that face any longer. The point was, you knew Adrian took the law seriously even to the team’s detriment. Even to your detriment. Like now.

“He’s not kidding.” You crossed your arms.

“Babe, I offered loopholes like eating out your-“

“Okay!” Harcourt interrupted and started the van. “I do not want to listen to this. Economos, brief us.”

Everyone’s attention turned to Economos, except for you and Adrian. You pretended tie your shoe laces and bent over, which gave Adrian a peak of your teal lace bra under your baggy, low cut top. His whimper was enough confirmation from you that he did. You tried to hide your smirk as you listened to Economos. You knew it was enough to have Adrian eating out of the palm of your hand in no time.

The following evening, after a day of ‘innocent’ flashing Adrian- as well as ‘accidentally’ sending him a picture of you in the bra- Adrian wrapped his arms behind you and pressed a kiss to your neck.

“Please forgive me,” He begged into your ear. “I know you’re wearing matching teal panties with that bra. You know that’s my weakness.”

You glanced around the van and saw that besides Economos who was driving, everyone else was asleep. You glanced over at the GPS and saw that the team was about two miles from the Wyoming border. You never thought you would be so happy to see a ‘Welcome to Wyoming’ sign.

“I’ll forgive you in two miles,” You said and faced him. “But I can think of something to do while we wait.”

You began kissing Adrian, letting your fingers tangle between his brown locks. He gripped your waist and pulled you onto his lap. This continued until the GPS announced that the team had entered Wyoming. And while you enjoyed his kisses, you did wonder why Adrian made no move to fuck you.

“Come on,” You begged in between kisses. “When are you gonna fuck me?”

“Shhhh…Hold on,” Adrian shushed you before you could get too excited. You couldn’t wait to kiss that smirk off him. “Public sex is still illegal in Wyoming.”

He was fucking with you. Truly he was. “That’s never been an issue with you before!” You protested, recalling the many, many times the two of you fucked in much more public places, including the the woods and a bar alley.

“It wasn’t until you kept flashing me that bra of yours,” He said in a deep voice. “But if you’re so desperate, climb on sweetheart.” He shook his head and patted his denim covered thigh. “Because I’m not fucking you until we get to the motel. All you get right now is my thigh.”

You glared at him as you straddled his muscular thigh but you had to admit, this was turning you on a bit. Your teal panties were absolutely soaking right now. You started to grind on his thigh and your eyes fluttered to finally have some relief. You made a good choice choosing lace panties with a seam line that rubbed just right on your clit as you humped his leg.

“Shhh… slow down baby girl,” Adrian cooed as his hands slowed to your hips. “Slower… I said slower, baby girl. I’ve been looking forward to this all day, I don’t want you to wear yourself out before we get to our room.”

“Good girl,” He smiled as you were at a pace he was finally pleased with. He grabbed onto your waist a little tighter so he could control your movements. “You look so fucking pretty riding my leg like this.”

You pulled Adrian in for another kiss, this one sloppier and more reckless than the last. His mouth tasted like the maraschino cherries he stole from your milkshake. You wanted more of it. His hand grabs your ass to press against you and push himself deeper into your mouth. Adrian let out soft moans as you deepened the kiss. His other hand moves up your torso to grab you by the jaw and breaks the kiss so his mouth can move down your neck.

“Please baby, I want you,” You begged. “

Then Economos slams on the breaks and you fall off Adrian’s lap.

“We are at the motel,” He says, covering his eyes and to be honest, you kinda forgot he was driving. “I will go in and get us rooms. You two get first pick because I cannot clean the van again.”

The two of you run to your room, not even bothering to grab your bags from the van and Adrian presses you against the door, his mouth back on yours.

“I need you,” He says, pulling off your shirt and does not hesitate to kiss the skin around your teal bra.

“I love this bra so much.” He says between kisses. “You look so hot in teal… you look hot in all colors… but teal… teal takes the cake”

“And speaking of cake…I need to see those panties,” He said shamelessly. He moves his way downwards and had he not been holding you upright, you would’ve fell from the force he ripped your pants off. He kissed you through the lace of your panties and growled.

“You’re so fucking wet,” He panted as he hastily pulled it down. “I’m so sorry for leaving you like this for so long. Wait, actually I need more.”

Adrian shot up and pulled you to the bed, you kicked the pants off hastily as you tried not to trip, and he threw you down. He jumped on the bed, landing on his back.

“Ride my face,” He said quickly, pulling you on top of him. You threw your bra to the side, letting your breasts free. “I don’t want anything but you. Sit on my face now.”

You obeyed and Adrian wasted no time lapping up your pussy. His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer so your tongue could go deeper. You could feel the vibrations of his voice against your clit but you couldn’t make out what he said. Not that you cared when his tongue was doing that thing to your clit.

“Fuck! Adrian!” You screamed and you fell forward, your hands landing on his abs so you could grind your hips even harder against his mouth. Adrian began to suck on your clit more aggressively, rolling and curling his tongue all the while. You called out his name again as your hands fisted the sheets. Adrian smacked your ass, causing your body to jolt a bit further into his mouth, which he used as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Too much… fuck please, I’m getting… I’m getting closer! Fuck me! I’m getting closer! Oh fuck… Adrian… please…” Your stomach was tightening with every thrust of his tongue and every slap on your ass.

Adrian slid his tongue out of you and licked your clit, using his saliva to get it nice and wet so his fingers could take over. “Cum for me babygirl, cum on my tongue.” He said and that was enough to push you over the edge. You screamed his name as he sent you to completion.

You fell over to his side as you shook and Adrian sat up with a self-satisfied smile on his wet and puffy lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous babe.”

Adrian kicked off his pants and pulled you to the edge of the bed by your legs. He started rubbing his cock against you, smearing his precum on your skin, as he waited for you to stop shaking. “Such a good girl baby, you didn’t even need my cock to cum.”

“No please,” You begged, your brain still a little fuzzy for him. “I need that too.”

“You’re pretty when you’re begging for my cock babe.” Adrian chuckled and leaned forward to kiss you, his hand on your jaw as he slowly slid into your sex. You mouth opened in a gasp and he slid his tongue in.

Adrian gives you shallow thrusts as he kissed you but once you signal you’ve adjusted to him, he gives you one last kiss and pulls away to start pounding away at you. Your back arched as you took more of him.

“Does it feel good baby?” Adrian asked and you nodded as he slid his fingers between your lips. “Good girl, get them nice and wet for me.”

He slid them out of your mouth and dragged them down your torso and to your clit. “We can never go to Utah again baby,” The fingers you covered with your saliva began playing with your clit. You arched your back and moaned loudly. “I can’t go another day without seeing you like this.”

You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. Adrian smiled and picked you up. He loved showing off how strong he was for you. He bounced you on his cock and began kissing your neck. You moaned his name again and a small part of your mind wondered if you were going to get a noise complaint the next morning. The thought was quickly forgotten when Adrian pushed you into a wall as he carried you. You pulled his hair to sloppily kiss him again and your fingers tangled in your hair as he fucked you.

Still sensitive from your last orgasm, it was taking very little time to build up to your second. Especially when this new position gave Adrian a new angle to fuck you in entirely. He could feel you tightening around him so he nodded and moaned between kisses.

You came with a scream, your body tightening as pleasure washed over every nerve. Adrian didn't last long after that either and you felt his cock twitch before filling you with his cum. You moaned as you felt it wash over you and pulled him in for another kiss.

Adrian carried you to the bed and laid you down, curling next to you.

“Are you tired already baby?’ Adrian tilted his head as he crawled over your prone body. “We need to make up for not having sex at the last motel.”

“Well if you insist baby,” You smile at him.

The following morning, Chris slams his bags a little too hard into the van.

“What’s wrong now?” Adebayo asked as she blew her extra sugary coffee.

“Those two-” He said with disgust dripping with every word and pointed at you and Adrian wrapped up around each other, energized and in love. “Were celebrating being in Wyoming all night.”

[myrcella-lannister]

FREDDIE STROMA AS VIGILANTE | PEACEMAKER 1.03

[dragoncarrion]

Fanart i drew of Peacemaker dying in a glue trap

[4horsesatetheworld]

daring darling - a salaar / varadeva playlist

tracklist and selected lines below the cut:

i’m your man - mitski “I’m sorry i’m the one you love / no one will ever love me like you again,” nfwmb - hozier “i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you / fuel the pyre of your enemies,” mouth of the devil - mother mother “come back with me / back to when we were young,” monsters - hurricane bells “wait ok you've got to look before you go / deep into the darkness where I hide,” bring us down - the luka state “what goes always comes back around / you say we're no good for this town,” darkest heart - ajj “break all my bones / break all my laws / show me your darkest heart,” i’m so sorry - imagine dragons “i’m so sorry,” pet - a perfect circle “don't fret precious I'm here / step away from the window / go back to sleep,” there will be blood - kim petras “there will be blood, you're gonna die,” shut me up - mindless self indulgence “i can't wait for you to fuck me up / in a minute, minute, in a second,” dana-den - bloodywood “i won't bow to the beast, never make peace,” peacemaker - green day “call the assassin, the orgasm, a spasm of love and hate / for what will divide us?” seize the power - yonaka “i got power in my hands, and it's yours for the takin,” dead ringer - des rocs “hold my cigarette while it's lit / and let it burn you, baby,” baby - bishop briggs “yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby,” empire & the sun - the moth & the flame “you're the voice that calls me home,” creatures in heaven - glass animals “i’m only really me when i’m here with you,” geyser - mitski “you're my number one, you're the one i want,”

[mxwhore]

barky boat race!!

[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

I thought it’d be fun to compare the Whos Who pages for the charlton characters they got in 1986 just when they were first introduced into DC vs. the 1987/1988 update pages they got after they’d all been around for a second and started getting some actual appearances.

Note that these are all either outdated or were written at the very Start of the DC version of these characters history (Question 1987 and Captain Atom 1987 both like Just Started). I know Peacemaker’s gets some stuff straight up wrong. I just thought it’d be fun to compare them side by side

[maarigolds]

Tumblr babygirls of 2022

January

February

March

April

May

June

July

August

September

October (two for one halloween special)

November

December (yes, again, because this time he's covered in even more blood and dirt)

(please add your own babygirls, the more the merrier)

[metronn]

FACE EXERCISES - A PEACEMAKER PLAYLIST

bang bang green day dance music the mountain goats american hero rainbow kitten surprise boys don't cry the cure jawbreaker judas priest who are you? spring king

click the link above for the full spotify playlist!

[enbyspeedster]

Adrian Chase (Vigilante) Stimboard

🔷 🖤 🔷 | 🔪 🧜‍♂️ 🔪 | 🔷 🖤 🔷

[forevercryingoverdccharacters]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Peacemaker (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrian Chase/Christopher Smith | Peacemaker Characters: Leota Adebayo, Emilia Harcourt, John Economos, Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Additional Tags: AU-gust | August Writing Challenge, Alternate Universe - Wings, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 01, Human Experimentation, Slow Burn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Series: Part 61 of AUgust Writing Challenge Summary:

“I always kind of figured you’d save me.” Chris chokes on air. “What?” “Not that you’d come to save me,” he clarifies. “But you’re Peacemaker! A superhero! If bad guys are doing bad things, you were always going to stop them. I just had to wait long enough for you to figure it out.”

(or, Chris finds Adrian in a secret lab and busts him out)

[plzu]

covfefe (the epilogue) - (Adrian Chase x Reader)

part 10 ☕️ series masterlist ☕️ ao3

a/n: thanks for sticking with me ♡ summary: What happens after the team saves the world from an alien invasion. warnings: canon typical language, no y/n, sex mention but no graphic depictions of smut, mention of trauma regarding assault, lmk if i missed anything!! wordcount: 2.9k

He made the mistake of passing out at the hospital. Doctors and nurses had to remove his suit in order to look him over and tend to his wounds. That meant taking his helmet off, too, and Adrian was much too unconscious to break anyone's hand about it.

When he first wakes up in that sterile room, face exposed and clothed in nothing but a thin hospital gown, he almost freaks out. The only thing that stopped him from groggily attempting to snap the neck of the nurse at his bedside was a sudden surge of drowsiness that swam through his veins, making him go cross-eyed. The last thing he saw before his eyes slipped shut was the unfocused silhouette of the nurse splitting into two.

The second time, he's greeted by the sight of your face, visage softened without the aid of his glasses, but lovely all the same. When you notice he's awake, a grin lights up your face (and, likewise, Adrian’s heart). Saving the world from an alien invasion was cool, sure, but nothing compares to the feeling of being the one to make you smile.

“Hey,” he greets with a growing grin of his own. “What are you doing here? How’d you know where to find me?”

You reach for the bedside table to pick up his glasses, and gently ease them over the bridge of his nose. Your face comes into stark focus as you hover over him, and he’s grateful for the clear sight of your eyes. “Your BFF Chris came and told me.” 

(Chris thought you’d be the perfect distraction to keep Adrian from doing something rash, like breaking out prematurely and/or killing the medical professionals just trying to do their jobs. An admittedly good idea, considering Adrian is just pleased as a peach that you came to visit and dote on him.)

“You're my BFF, too, you know,” he feels the need to assure you. He doesn't want you to get the wrong idea. Wants you to understand just how important you are to him, how you've cemented yourself into his life. He has no intention of letting you slip away again.

He missed out in high school. Adrian doesn't want to make that same mistake again.

Amusement glimmers in the softness of your eyes. “I guess I'll take your word for it, Chase. I'm just glad you're okay.”

“Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be okay?"

There's a pitcher of water at his bedside table that you pick up and pour into a small plastic cup. You hand it to him.

"You're in the hospital," you say, very matter-of-factly.

"Yeah,” he responds, before taking a small sip of water that quickly turns into big desperate gulps as his tongue realizes how fucking parched it is.

“Adrian. Chris told me about everything that went down. You, like, blew yourself up.”

Oh, right, yeah. The White Dragon fight. He miscalculated that grenade a bit. Nothing a little nap couldn't fix, though.

“You got shot.”

That did also happen. Didn't hit anything vital, though! He was able to walk that one off after another quick nap.

Mostly.

“And I heard what happened to your, uh," you continued, brow scrunching as you sat back into the chair you had pulled up to his bedside, trying to find the words. “The, um, the blonde? Hardcore? It just sounds like it was dangerous-”

”Wait,” he interrupts. “Did you just say 'Hardcore?'”

“Yeah? The, um- the hot, mean-looking chick? Short hair? White? Her, like… codename is Hardcore, right? That’s what I- I heard."

“Uh, no, silly,” Adrian laughs, because you're so funny and cute and incorrect, it just tickles him. “It's Harcourt, and I’m pretty sure that’s just her last name.”

“What?” Your eyes widen before dropping your face into your hands, groaning in embarrassment. “I hope I didn't call her that in front of anyone else.”

As if to save you from further teasing, a nurse comes just in time to check on Adrian, and when you notice, you stand and place a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder. Adrian thinks it's a touching gesture of support, like maybe you think he's scared? But then he realizes the weight you're putting, and he catches the adamant look in your eye.

“Ohhh, you're restraining me,” he says. The nurse glances anxiously between you. With a smirk, Adrian adds, “it's cute that you think you can pin me down.”

Without missing a beat, you grin, and there's something mischievous about it as you wink at him. “Jus' making sure you behave,” you simper. It makes something in him stir; there's an uptick in the beeping of the monitor he's hooked up to.

This is all very unfortunate as the hospital sheets and gowns seem to be made of the thinnest, flimsiest fabric in the world. The nurse very politely ignores the sudden tent at Adrian’s middle and rushes through the rest of the check up before scurrying away with a clearing of their throat.

“Do you think that male nurse -- sorry, that regular nurse -- noticed my boner?”

“Nahhh,” you lie.

Conversation flits between you after that. You share some granola bars with him that had been tucked away in your jacket pockets. When Adrian mentions something about getting discharged soon (whether they clear him or not), you start pacing back and forth alongside the bed.

“About that,” you start, very visibly nervous and suddenly unable to maintain eye contact. “I was, um. I was wondering- well. See, my dad decided he wants to sell the house.”

Adrian's not exactly sure what that has to do with him getting out of the hospital, until you meander and nervously chuckle your way to the bit about needing to find a place to stay.

“I just figured, maybe, since you might need someone to take care of you when you’re out of here, and since you don't actually have a roommate, that maybe I could, probably -- if you don't mind, of course -- stay... with you?”

Adrian blinks. He processes.

“J-just until I find my own place!” You rush to add. “And- like, you don't have to say yes, obviously. I know it's a crazy idea-”

”You want to move in? With me?”

You finally meet his gaze again. You bite your bottom lip, frown, and nod a simple affirmation.

This might be a good time to mentally take stock of the pros and cons of having you move in.

Pros: 1) he'd get to see you all the time 2) like, way more often than he does now, which is cool 3) it’d help with rent, which is a pretty sick bonus

Cons: 1)

Huh, nope, no cons. The very thought of not having to part ways with you at the end of the night has no verifiable downsides. He's been worried this whole time that your time in Evergreen would be cut short. Agonizingly temporary and finite. But now you'd be his roommate, and it'll be way easier to convince you not to leave if you already live with him.

Plus, he now knows what it's like to have you wrapped around his dick. If you move in, he'd get to taste you way more often.

Shit. Fuck. The boner is back.

”Are you-? Did asking to move in just make you horny?”

“Yeah,” he sheepishly admits.

The anxiety disappears from your face. Transforms into silent amusement. “So... is that a yes, then?”

It's a very enthusiastic and consensual yes, and you spend the rest of the visit discussing your move, and declining his request for a quickie in his hospital bed.

“Oomph!” 

You land on your back, legs plopping ungracefully down onto the damp ground beneath you. The wind brushes against the canopy of trees overhead, making sunlight coruscate in your vision through the shifting branches and pines. 

Vigilante’s scuffed helmet appears above you. “Ooh, that looked like it hurt,” Adrian says, helmet doing nothing to hide the teasing lilt to his voice. “Ready to give up?” He holds out a gloved hand.

“Please,” you scoff, accepting his help to stand. “I can take a hit.” The cold from the dead damp  leaves seep in through your leggings. You brush away sticky pine needles from your butt, though you’re not sure it matters. You’ll probably end up flat on your back again in no time.

“Yeah, I know. It’s one of the things that’s so hot about you.” Though you can’t see it, you know his eyebrows are doing something endearingly goofy behind the visor.

It's only been a few weeks since Leota went public about Project Butterfly (without revealing Vigilante’s secret identity!), and Adrian discretely discharged himself from the hospital. (By jumping out the window. Something you don’t think a person healing from a gunshot wound should be doing, but Adrian isn’t exactly like other people.) 

You’re unsure how long recovery is supposed to take after what Adrian went through, but you get the feeling that he’s bounced back unnervingly quick. Like, there’s strenuous activity he should definitely be abstaining from for a little while, but Adrian kind of just shrugs and goes about life as normal. For example, there’s some heavy lifting he eagerly volunteered to (helping you move boxes of your stuff from your parent’s house to his place). Or the vigorous physical activity that consisted of fucking you breathlessly into his couch. 

You tried convincing him to take it easy, you did. Even offered that if he really needed release, you’d happily take care of him, provide a helping hand and mouth as long as he sat still. But it wasn’t enough, apparently; your resolve was quick to crumble at the pretty sight of Adrian’s flushed face and the sound of his desperate, urgent begging to let him put in “just the tip.”

(It was never just the tip.)

This suspiciously speedy recovery, however, gave you the courage to ask him for the favor that currently has you bruised and aching in the middle of the woods.

(“I want to do what you do,” you said.)

He perked up. “Really? Because the last time I brought up pegging, you laughed so hard you passed out.”)

After that misunderstanding was cleared up, though, you were surprised at how eagerly Adrian agreed to teach you how to fight. There was a small part of you that was worried he’d say no, that it was too dangerous, or something ridiculous like that. He only asked why, and though it may not have been the truth, you just told him it looks really cool when he does it.

The lie -- that wasn’t really a lie, more of a replacement of the truth -- was worth it to see Adrian’s pretty green eyes light up. “You think I look cool? I mean-” his chin jutted out with  self-assured confidence. “Of course I look cool.”

And he does look cool. Standing in the clearing in all black, not quite in the Vigilante suit since it needs to get repaired (or replaced). The helmet was the only part of the suit that wasn't riddled with holes, so it's the only thing he's wearing that's recognizably Vigilante. And it is, admittedly... doing something for you.

The suit — specifically the red visor — was scary at first. Unsettling. Even though it's the mask of the man that saved you that horrible night, it was also the mask of the man that killed people so mercilessly -- gleefully, even -- right in front of you.

Not that those guys deserved mercy.

But it was the first time you'd ever witnessed something so brutal up close, and so the red visor stitched itself into your nightmares, despite finding out it was Adrian underneath. Maybe even because of.

But now...

As Adrian shows you what your stance should look like to remain balanced, points out all the points in a person's body that you can hit to make them falter and give you an opening for the finishing blow (or rather, the time to run), you're beginning to find the mask kind of...

Well, fuck. Okay. It's hot. The mask is hot. You were mad at it for hiding Adrian's comfortingly familiar face from you, but now that you've gotten used to it, it's eased itself from nightmare to wet dream. Maybe it's the extra layer of confidence that it provides Adrian — he's different as Vigilante. Not so much, no. It's subtle. But it makes every little head movement and gesture and teasing quip that much hotter.

You won't, like, admit this, of course. He'd be unbearable if he knew just how big of an effect it has on you. He's bad enough as it is, just from knowing which parts of your neck to linger at so he can draw out the sounds that he seems to like so much.

“You're going to be the prettiest sidekick.” Adrian's compliment snaps you from your thoughts. His words -- and the way his head cocks to the side a bit, the way his shoulders sag forward with the weight of his adoration -- makes your cheeks warm despite the near-condescending tone of it.

You shake it off, bouncing on the balls of your feet so he doesn't notice how much he’s flustered you. “I'm not doing this to be Vigilante's sidekick, you know.” 

(You’re doing this because of the nightmares you still have, where you find yourself in cramped alleyways and other dark, shrouded places, nightmares where multiple hands touch you, grab you, overpower you. Nightmares where your limbs feel weak and boneless and your fists have no weight to them when you try fighting back the figures that hurt and taunt you. Nightmares that still linger despite moving in with Adrian, the safest you’ve felt in a long time.)

“You're not?” He seems taken aback. “Because you don’t have to land the killing blow as the sidekick, you know. If you’re squeamish about that sort of thing,” he shrugs.

His genuine confusion is amusing. “Is that what you've been thinking this whole time? That you’re, like, training me to be your sidekick?” Honestly, it's kind of flattering that he'd think you'd be good enough to do what he does, right alongside him.

“Well, yeah. You said I look cool! And everyone knows imitation is the best form of flattery.”

Ah. Some things start to click about his relationship with Peacemaker, and the potential origin of Vigilante. Instead of asking him to confirm this, though, you decide to tease him.

“So, is that what you are? Peacemaker's sidekick?”

“What? No,” he responds, voice firm and clearly offended. “Peacemaker and I are partners-”

“In crime,” you nod.

“Yes- No!” 

You listen with growing glee and fondness as Adrian continues to explain, accompanied by expressive hand gestures, his relationship with Peacemaker, and how they are equals, thank-you-very-much.

It's been nice spending days with Adrian like this, without being bogged down by anxiety-laden time restraints of having to get back to your parent's house. Nightmares aside, you genuinely feel... lighter, now that you're no longer under their roof. The freedom makes you giddy, looser. You laugh easier, and not just with Adrian. You make time to hang out with Ashe and Matty, and are surprised by how much you actually enjoy spending time with them outside of work. They're good kids.

And, though you weren't so sure about it at first, you find that Adrian's new teammates are decent people, too. Chris is a bit rough around the edges, and everyone is a little mean in a way that you enjoy observing, but they're nice to you, at least. Leota even gave you her number so you can talk to someone normal, that isn't a complete asshole. She sends you pictures of her dogs. You coo at them, and show Adrian, and he pretends he's not a little jealous over the way you gush adoringly at the photos.

You never tell anyone about your mother, how she was involved in your hostage situation. How she's one of the Butterflies. You figured there was no point, now that their food supply has been destroyed. You don't even tell your father, though you suspect he already figured it out. He looked less haggard when he told you about the decision to sell the house.

Remembering that there’s no glowering parent to return home to ignites that light, bubbly feeling in you again. Your mood turns playful, no longer able to take the training session seriously.

So you charge at Adrian, trying to catch him off guard.

He's surprised, but, as you predicted, his reflexes and instincts are superior. He uses your momentum against you. Swiftly wrestles you down onto the ground. He has your wrists pinned above your head in his right hand in no time.

“Did you really think you could sneak up on... me?” The cocky tone dwindles down to confusion when he realizes you've been giggling the whole time he grappled you down into the cushion of dirt and leaves.

This close to your face, you can see the way his eyes search yours behind the red visor. The weight of him pressing into you makes heat excitedly pool at your center.

You wiggle your hips.

Something stiffens in his pants against your thigh.

”Oh,” he mumbles.

And when you hook your legs around his and hear the rustle of leaves around your head as Adrian gets the hint to fuck you in the middle of the woods, you think, maybe Evergreen isn't so bad after all.

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Adrian Chase Nsfw Alphabet

TW: mentions of canon torture (nothing explicit or of a sexual nature though), blood, and knife play.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This boy is touch starved so no matter how long the two of you were going at it, Adrian will wrap around you like an octopus and kiss your neck.

Unfortunately, Adrian is also cringe. He will give you a high five and thank you for letting him ‘smash that ass!’ Every. Single. Time.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Adrian spent a lot of time crafting his body into the killing machine that it is so he loves his entire body (except his missing toes) but his most favorite would probably be his ass. He likes the way you react when you see it. But before you, it was his abs.

His favorite part of you is your ass as well. He’s an ass man.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes cumming on your ass but if you beg him enough he’ll cum inside you too. If you wear glasses, he likes covering it with cum as well.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes eating ass (but that’s hardly a secret).

He also fantasizes about fucking you while he’s on patrol but that’s unfortunately illegal so he only enjoys it in theory rather than practice. (Unfortunately, he takes vigilantism very seriously.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not a ton of experience. Honestly, he’s only had threesomes with Chris and whoever is into Chris. He tends to be ignored but he was happy to watch. “Less chances of getting my mask removed!” It takes him a minute to realize you only want him and a little longer how to have sex with only one other person.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything involving picking you up. He likes to show off how strong he is for you. He gives you a whole goofy smile and everything. Alternatively, any position where he can grab, smack, or watch his cock go in and out of your ass.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Pre- relationship, he was adamant that the mask stays ON during sex. Post relationship he was serious about learning how to please you. Other than that, the two of you are bound to burst into giggles at least twice while fucking.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is waxed because his suit is best without hair getting caught. But if you preferred he grew it out for a vacation away from vigilantism, his public hair is a dirty blonde and his chest hair is a light brown.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is hardly a natural romantic and the advice he gets from Chris has… mixed results to say the least. His attempts at romance are cheap and cheesy at the least (flower petals in the shape of a heart, a box of dollar store chocolate, some leftover pie from the diner, etc.) But he does make you feel looked at and cared for during sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t really get horny, maybe a few times a month, since he is pretty busy. Of course, upon meeting you he is willing to

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s into roleplay, especially the kinds where he can rescue you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s pretty vanilla in this aspect as he likes to fuck inside his place. But he does enjoy picking you up and taking you from room to room.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He likes making you laugh at his dirty jokes and pickup lines. He always likes you covered in lingerie and blood and hopes to see you in both one day. Outside of you, if he kills someone in a really cool way, he will run home and start eating you out without even taking his uniform off.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The funniest answer is that I think that Adrian has all the federal and state laws memorized so he will not do anything illegal- even the ridiculously outdated laws. Like, if you happen to be in one of the states that forbids extramarital sex like Utah or Idaho, he will not have sex with you until you cross that border.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a giver 1000% but he also enjoys getting a blowjob while you have someone else (aka Chris) or a toy in your ass and watching you give someone/a toy a blowjob while he fucks you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s used to doing it hard and fast but he does dedicate a lot of time to foreplay.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies with the two of you were born out of necessity since you’re traveling together. Even when you settle down for long periods of time, he will have a quickie in the motel room if you ask. But in those moments, he would prefer to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think he would be into knife play and maybe wax play but that’s as far as he will go. Someone brought up the idea of using a cattle prod and he was curious but right now he associates extreme bdsm with losing his toes and nothing is as much of a boner killer as that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

By virtue of his threesome exclusive past, he is used to going multiple rounds. His recovery period depends on how much exercise he’s gotten that day but he will use toys or something to keep you ready for him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He appreciates toys and will use them on his partner. He’s especially found of DP-ing you with a teal dildo you bought together. Sometimes, if he’s feel cruel, he’ll tie you up and leave a vibrator on your clit.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a pretty impatient guy who values the power of a quickie but he knows sometimes teasing is better than the actual sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not loud but he is super chatty and will talk you through it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would like to have sex with you on a boat with flames on it while dolphins swim around you two. Ideally, you would also be a mermaid in this scenario.

He also had Chris make him a sex playlist… depending on your taste in music, it’s very cute or incredibly cringey.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Solid muscle with a v line and no body hair and an ass like a baseball player. He likes to say he’s as smooth as a dolphin.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty low. You usually are the one to initiate things. Non-sexually though, he is pretty clingy and wants to be with you all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty quickly, he likes to keep his days and nights busy after all!

[myrcella-lannister]

FREDDIE STROMA AS VIGILANTE | PEACEMAKER 1.02

[eywaseclipse]

I feel like it’s kinda weird I’ve seen more Metkayina kids than Omatikaya. I would love to see more glimpses of village life and family dynamics in the forest. Although I guess you could count the sullies for that one tiny opening scene..but still. We always get robbed😭🫡