Fooled Around and Fell in Love Masterlist (completed)
Summary: This takes place during S1 of Peacemaker. The reader is a part of the team and meets Adrian, and they fall for each other.
The Princess and the Vigilante Masterlist
Summary: Royal au with Adrian
One Shots
A Trip to the DMV (F)
Summary: This takes place after the events of Fooled Around and Fell in Love. Adrian takes you to the DMV to get an ID.
Ring Shopping (F) (takes place after FAAFIL & A Trip to the DMV)
Summary: Adrian wants to go ring shopping for you, and attempts to get the 11th Street Kids to help him.
Like-Like (F)
Request: Could I maybe request Adrian chase x reader where reader is really shy and is trying to confess their love for Adrian but being a blushing and stuttering mess?
Make a move dude (F)
Summary: Adrian has feelings for you, but thinks they’re unrequited. So he uses his other identity to make a move on you.
Replaced (A/F)
Prompts: “Tell me I’m wrong, tell me that I’m being stupid and that you’re totally in love with me and not them.” & “When will you realise that I’m in love with you?”
Out of My League (F)
Summary: You and Adrian both hide your feelings from each other, in fear that the other is out of your league.
Green is not your color (F)
Summary: Adrian lets jealousy get the best of him.
Cupcake (F)
Summary: Falling in love with Adrian Chase was easy
Come Over (F)
Summary: Adrian thinks the only time he can spend with you is when you’re patching him up
I Care About You (A/F)
Summary: You have an argument with Adrian that ends in him saying some harsh words
Friends Can Have Sleepovers (F)
Summary: You pose as a couple with Adrian on a reconnaissance mission, Harcourt books a room for you with only one bed.
Smut (MINORS DNI)
“Vigilantes Hot.” (S) 18+
Summary: You tell Adrian what you really think about Vigilante.
“I wanna have sex with you!” (S) 18+
Summary: Sequel to “Vigilantes Hot.”
Control (S) 18+
Summary: Your crime fighting boyfriend usually takes the reins during sex, but one night, he gives you control.
Good Boy (S) 18+
Summary: Sequel to Control
Teamwork Makes the Dream Work (S) 18+ (Adrian Chase x afab!reader x Jake Martin)
Request: Imagine Adrian and Jake doing their bests to see who can make you cum harder
Quality Time (F/S) 18+
Summary: You’re in need of some quality time with your boyfriend.
Reader with Jasper’s powers (S) 18+
Request: Reader having Twilight Jasper Hale's powers and liking to make Adrian's orgasms stronger So baby boy is always feeling REALLY good
Blowjobs (S) 18+ (thots)
Request: I don't know... I was thinking about Adrian's and Jake's reaction to getting a very good blowjob
The Teal Teal Suit (S) 18+
Summary: Adrian doesn’t realize just how hot he is in his suit
Dry Humping (S) 18+ (thots)
Request: Adrian, Jake and H. G. with dry humping 👀
Thoughts/Blurbs
Adrian Chase + dancing (F) (blurb)
Adrian Chase + D&D (F) (blurb)
General Headcanons (F)
Valentine’s Day (F) (thoughts)
Adrian Chase + Jake Martin as twins (F) (thoughts)
Wearing Teal (F) (thoughts)
Cuddling (F) (thoughts) (Adrian Chase x reader x Emilia Harcourt)
warning: afab!reader, smut, cockwarming, adrian is loud *bites lip*, pet name (baby)
a/n: 1. am i sicko for restarting the scenes where his dick got electrocuted and the cutting of his pink toe…2. this is was lowk based off of jury duty
“Adrian! I told you I hated this shit. Either fuck me or don't," you fuss, watching him line himself up with your entrance. “Pleasee, let’s just try again! I wanna be inside you,” he whines.
Before you argue with him, your breath hitches. The head of his cock pressing into your sensitive pussy, he is shockingly big. He leans down to the crook of your neck, whimpering into your ear. Your eyes pinch together as he inches himself deeper inside you.
"Fuck- you’re so tight-" he mutters. But he stays there, not moving an inch. Teasing you internally, and you hate it. Your legs are hooked around his waist, hand playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.
Honestly, you’re bored. You don’t know why he wanted to do this all the time, but you want to have semi-normal sex. So you clenched around him as hard as possible. He let out a quick gasp, squeezing onto your hips. “S-Shit! You can’t do that,” he whimpered.
You did it again, and out poured those pretty little whines. He’s trying his hardest to contain himself from drilling into your soaking cunt. “C’mon, baby. I know you want to…" you coax, tracing your fingers up his neck. The nickname made him shudder.
“Fuck me.“ The look in your eyes got him. Shortly after that, you were practically screaming his name as if you were in some porno. All you heard from the room was loud moaning, sloppy wet noises, and skin clapping against each other.
this blog is 18+, do not copy my work for anything without my permission ꔫ / dividers by @uzmacchiato % @diviniyae
thinking about riding adrian so hard he stops babbling 🤭 disrupting every single train of thought that forms in his pretty head, watching closely as he battles with himself, opening his mouth constantly to try to speak but all that comes out are tortured gasps or pathetic croaking sounds, finally getting to admire his cute face contorting in pleasure without his incessant talking distracting you, moaning at him teasingly "you're so pretty like this baby, so quiet all of a sudden, is this all it takes?" and thats when adrian breaks his silence (or tries to), his words come out hilariously chopped in response to the snap of your hips, "uggh- sh-shut up- f-fuck! i hate yo-" adrian's breath runs out mid sentence when you swivel your hips a lil harder, mouth opening wide in shock at your meanness, you giggle at him when he drops his head back with a helpless groan and he mouths an angry curse
Warnings: sex, semi public sex, hickies, biting, cum mentioned.
Sometimes Adrian pisses you off. He acts like he’s the most stupid person on the planet, and then proceeds to make women think he’d be up to eat them out in the back of his vigilante mobile.
And right now, you’re like 100% sure that’s what the woman he’s talking to is thinking about. With how close she’s standing and her smile- you wanna pull out a gun and shoot her right here.
You walk closer, wrapping an arm around his waist and burying your face in his neck, nuzzling into it as if trying to leave your scent.
“Hi baby, I was just talking about you!” He smiles, but it only pisses you off more. You tighten your grip on him and completely ignore the woman, too busy making your claim.
“Ade… need you,” you whisper into his chest, and he smiles wide as fuck. He pulls back just a little to look at you.
“You wanna fuck in the bathroom?” He immediately suggests, which isn’t unexpected. You nod, not even blushing at the thought like you usually do.
As he drags you to the stalls, he waves at Chris and mouth whispers (or rather almost screams) “we’re gonna fuck in the bathroom!”, to which he gets a thumbs up, but Chris couldn’t be more bothered.
Adrian pushes you up against the door of the tiny toilet room, his hands on your waist as he kisses down your neck. “Didn’t think you’d let me do this again, fuck I love your skin.”
You make sure to moan extra loud, much more than you usually would in this situation, but your blood is boiling with jealousy, and honestly, everyone in the bar hearing you will be the best case scenario right now, although the music is too loud for that.
Your mouth latches to his neck, sicking and biting to make sure he’ll be marked up. You leave huge bruises near his jaw and Adam’s apple, making him let out the softest gasps into your ear. “Are you leaving hickies? I fucking love you- leave more,” he hauls you higher up by your thighs.
When you both exit the bathroom, there’s two people waiting who give you the dirtiest look, but you couldn’t care less. You can still feel the stickiness between your thighs, even though Adrian tried to you clean you up with your wet wipes.
You don’t leave his side the rest of the night, face buried in his neck right below all the hickies you left on purpose.
Hellowwww I just read you "happy birthday adria" fic and I just LOVED the way you write him. So, that leads up to my story idea, idk how exactly they would meet but a story with adrian chase x a girl who dyes her hair diff colors all the time
Synopsis: Adrian comes into the record store after accidentally shooting up some of Chris' vinyls. You're there with teal hair :D
Word Count: 3.1k
Pairing: Adrian Chase x Fem!Reader
Additional Tags: Get-together fic, fluff, smut, shower sex, a bit of Sub! Adrian (I had to), reader dyes her hair a ton (duh), Adrian is down bad, dry humping, idk that might be it.
A/N: UGH! First of all, thank you sooooo much for the kind words. I always get scared ppl will think he's super ooc lol, so that means a lot (also sorry this is like suuuper late lol, I got busy). I may be biased, but I could ONLY think of Ramona Flowers while writing this, BUT I TRIED TO MAKE IT MY OWN! Anyways, there wasn't a super direct instruction except for the hair, so hopefully this isn't too out there. I just thought of a few scenes and tried to string them together lol. Anyways, def one of my fav requests, thank you so much! Hope you like this one! (I think I went too far with the teal thing 💀)
The sunlight poured into the record shop in a yellow haze, the glow hitting your boots just right, making them shine. Your boots clomp against the old carpeted floors as you mindlessly sort through the records. "Doing your job," or maybe looking for one to take home. I mean, you work here; you could bring it back after you're done. Your stupid boss wouldn't give you a discount on anything, though, not even the small blind boxes at the front of the shop.
"I'm going, dude!" You hear an unfamiliar voice yell as a figure stumbles into the store. Your head lifts up as your eyes settle on the offending person.
He's dressed in a peculiarly baggy rugby shirt for mid-July. Way too hot to be practical. He's a little awkward-looking, adjusting his glasses as he scowls through the glass door to a beaten-up car. He's brushing dirt off his shirt, looking like he may have gotten into a fight. His hair reinforces that idea, a little mussed, a few front pieces stuck to his forehead, most likely from sweat. There's a small bruise blooming on his cheek, but otherwise, he looks alright.
After adjusting his glasses, he rushes to the counter.
"Do you have any Cinderella records here?!" He plants his hands against the counter. You physically recoil at his desperate intensity.
"Like the Disney movie?" You smirk. You knew what he meant. You've seen that type of car before. You know what they're looking for.
"No, it's like, this band my friend likes. I kind of forgot it was… in a box and I accidentally threw it down the stairs." Dammit, Adrian, that is such a stupid excuse.
Adrian and Chris had been messing around in the woods, shooting up random things until Chris saw a few chunks of what looked to be vinyl and figurines. After further inspection, it looked to be the missing records and—what Emilia would call—junk he left at work a few weeks ago. Adrian must have found them lying in a pile.
"It's the thought that counts! We were having a pretty sick time, and you got a little angry. I think you need to take some deep breaths—" Adrian argues as Chris drives them to the record store.
"Adrian, I need you to shut up for a bit," Chris murmurs as he takes Adrian's armor off and throws it into the back seat.
"Hey! Those are hard to fix again! If they get dented—"
"YOU BLEW UP MY SHIT!" Adrian quietly throws his rugby shirt on after that, waiting until they get to the store.
Now here he was, desperately asking the person behind the counter if they had some records to replace the recently exploded ones.
"I think we have some over there." You shrug and gesture to the rock section.
"THANK YOU!" He flies past you to flip through the records. You watch as he frantically zips through a few rows before finding what he was looking for. His movements are endearingly clumsy, the record he found almost slipping out of his sweaty hands a few times before getting to the counter.
"You found everything you need today?" You can't help but smirk at his disheveled state.
"Y-yeah. Just glad I found this." His shaky smile meets yours, and you try not to let it get to you.
"Great. Let me just ring you up." You take the record and scan it. Adrian attempts to be discreet while studying your face.
"I like your hair." He states.
"Oh, thanks!"
"Yeah, teal's my favorite color, so it's pretty sick. I'm Adrian by the way."
"Hello Adrian." You smile widely. "Well, here's your record. I hope your friend enjoys it." You hand him the record, and he stands frozen for a second before smiling awkwardly and leaving. Fuck, you were attentive. He didn't even mention his friend.
Chris's car was right outside. It wasn't that hard to figure out between Adrian's franticness and the mopey movements seen in the driver's seat of the car.
"See you later!" Adrian shouts, leaving the store.
"Did you get it?" Chris's hand trails down his face as he glares at Adrian.
"Yup!" He throws the record into the back seat.
"DUDE!" Chris turns back to see the record haphazardly balanced over Adrian's armor.
…
"Hey, Adrian!" You smile when you see him walk through the doorway, rain and hail hitting against the windows.
"Uh, hi there…" he stands there, face pulled into a confused expression. That mixed with his soaked hair, fogged-up glasses, and fists tightly gripping a few grocery bags made him look utterly adorable. You don't know how to respond to his standstill, though, with his head tilting to the side for a second.
"Ohhhh!" His eyes widen with recognition. "I remember you! Sorry, I didn't recognize you." He gestures at your hair.
You can't help but laugh at his admission. "Oh! Yeah, I wanted a change."
"Cool." He's a little sad. Your hair isn't the cool teal color he liked the first time he saw you. He kept his emotions well hidden, though.
"Were you looking for anything again? Drop your friend's stuff down the stairs?" You laugh.
"No, it was just a little too rainy. Needed a place to dry off, and this was closest. I hate the feeling of soaked clothes on my skin, so I'm usually prepared for days like this, but someone asked me to run and get some snacks from the gas station a few minutes away, so I decided I could walk—" Adrian began rambling as you leaned against the counter. You couldn't help but stare at him, getting lost in his convoluted story. You studied the way his hands flew about, mimicking his coworkers. His hair flopped around due to the motions, and he found himself wiping it out of his eyes a few times.
"Anyways, basically, I got some stuff, but it just started pouring, so now I'm here." He shrugged and pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose after they slid down from a mixture of his gestures and dampness.
"Well, you can hang out here for a bit if you want. No one really comes in on days like this."
"Thanks!" His grin widened, showing almost all of his teeth. You step into the back for a bit after that, and he stands there, body still dripping from the storm.
"We have some towels in the back; I thought you could use them." You come back out from the doorway to hand him some towels. He grabs them quickly and shakes his hair out into the towel. Before you could stop him, he starts shifting his shirt up and sliding it over his head.
"Oh, uh-" You start before his ruby shirt is thrown onto the floor with a wet thud. You bring your eyes up to look at him, from where the shirt was soaking the carpet below to his torso. Damn. He was definitely active. You assumed from how he dressed that he was more lanky, but he had to go to the gym often for how he looked.
"Oh, sorry!" Adrian realized what was wrong. He picked up his shirt and stood there contemplating what to do with it. He couldn't put it back on. That was uncomfortable and gross feeling. He couldn't put it in the grocery bags with the snacks. That would cause a pool of water at the bottom, and everyone at Checkmate would make fun of him. "Do you have a bag?"
"Y-yeah. Here's one." You tried to keep looking at his face. Or the wall. Or the floor-or anywhere but his torso as you held out a bag for him.
"Sweet!" He practically dunks his shirt in the bag. You giggle.
"Do you want a shirt from here? It's kind of cold in here."
"Oh sure! You're so nice." He follows you to the counter to grab a random band shirt.
"So, no teal anymore?" He speaks up.
"Nah, I just like changing up my look a lot. Plus I love the Scott Pilgrim books and stuff, so it's all just fun for me."
"Cool, cool. Do you ever think you'd go back to teal?" God, he felt desperate.
"Uh, maybe. I have a ton of colors in my bathroom right now, so I don't know what I should do next."
"How many?"
"Maybe like thirty, but some of them are from friends who didn't want any more. It's like a collection of probably twelve different brands and types."
You find yourself and Adrian talking for a while about different stuff. Usually about his friend in the car the other day a lot. He had a pet eagle, which was pretty cool. He also mentioned a million different animal facts that—to you—felt incorrect. You went along with it anyway. Why not? You talked about your job, but he was a little more secretive about his. You didn't press on.
Finally, the hail stopped.
"Hey, I've been meaning to ask, but the hail started a while ago. And I wasn't being, like, a pervert or anything, but you didn't have any, like, bruises or anything? I dunno, I was going to ask if you were ok, but you looked fine."
"OH! Yeah, I just dodged them." He could not let you know about his metahuman abilities. He had already dodged your questions about work. Intelligence was all he really said. He didn't usually have to lie about this stuff because all his friends worked with him.
You laugh at his response anyway. You suddenly hear Barbie Girl blast from Adrian's phone.
"Shit, sorry, one sec!" He holds his finger up and slides his phone out of his pocket.
"Hello?" You hear someone yelling through the phone, but you try not to listen in.
"Yeah! It just started raining and hailing, and I didn't want to keep walking. My shirt felt gross." The line stays quiet for a bit before there's a quieter whisper over the line.
"Alright! I'm coming, dick fuck!" He aggressively hangs up and shoves his phone in his pocket.
"Well, nice seeing you again! Thanks for talking and stuff!" He walks towards the door before stopping. You stare, confused. It stopped raining.
"Do you… maybe want to hang out sometime after work?" He half turns over to you. Your eyes light up, but you try to play it cool.
"Yeah! That sounds like fun!" You agree, and he puts his number into your phone.
"I guess see you soon!" He repeats like yesterday.
…
"Dude, your girlfriend's the best!" Chris slaps his hand against Adrian's shoulder as he holds up a new record from your store he thought was not made anymore.
"I know!" You and Adrian had gone on a few dates now. Tonight you invited him to your house to help dye your hair again. He couldn't wait.
"Alright, dork, you need to start doing your work instead of mindlessly staring at the wall." Economos scolds.
"Sorry that I'm getting laid and you're not!" Adrian's getting a little tired of the teasing, though. The first time he showed them a picture of you, Rip said some dumb shit.
"You said she had teal hair. That's definitely pink." He pointed at the phone, purposefully getting Cheeto dust on the screen.
"Hey! It's pink now!"
"You didn't just forget what she looks like? That's kind of embarrassing. I bet she's not even real." He rolls his eyes and walks off with Adrian sputtering.
"I KNOW WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE, DUMBFUCK! SHE'S TOTALLY REAL!" He shouts after him, but Rip just flips him off. Economos laughs across from his desk.
"Shut up."
…
"Adrian!" You hug him as you open your door.
"Hey!" He says, squeezing you back.
"You excited?" You ask, pulling him by his belt loop to the bathroom. He stupidly nods as you shut the door and turn on the sink. You had already bleached your hair so Adrian could just go to town with the teal. He's been 'subtly' hinting at it for a while.
He gets you situated in front of the tub while he grabs the bottle and brush, sitting on the edge behind you. You lean into his hands, caressing your scalp and neck as he works the dye into your hair. He absentmindedly hums, moving his hands against the crown of your head. When he finally finishes, he helps you up, accidentally getting dye on your hands as well. He can't help but laugh, staring at the color coating his hands and yours. You bring a hand up to wipe away a small dab of teal on his nose, but it just ends up smearing. He brings his hand up to rub against your cheek, smashing the color onto your face as revenge.
A little play fighting ensues, which turns into a quick shower together, rinsing out the excess. You and Adrian kiss each other through the entire shower, rubbing up against each other, which turns into dry humping.
"Fuck, you feel really good." He groans into your ear. You hold onto his hair as his hands grip around your hips. You bring your free hand to his cock and start stroking, smiling as you bite at his lower lip. He whimpers as you intentionally go too slow, teasing his tip as you use his thigh.
"You're such a good boy, helping me with my hair today. So patient and careful." You figured out he liked praise a while ago, and have used it to your advantage whenever you feel.
"You c-can't say stuff like that! I'm gonna cum." He whines at your languid strokes speeding up, your other hand pulling at his hair. You pull harder, eliciting a pleased groan as his hips buck up into yours, getting you close along with him.
"Cum with me, Adrian. Please." He bucks his hips up wildly a few times before his cum paints your stomachs and yours on his thigh. It takes a bit to catch your breaths, leaning into each other for support.
"You look so pretty." He grins, moving his hand up to stroke absent-mindedly at your hair. You nuzzle your face into his shoulder before he turns the water off. You start to shiver before he grabs a towel from the counter to wrap you in. After putting his glasses back on, he leads you to your bedroom and sets you down before he starts kissing you again. You stop him after a bit and look up at him.
"Do you like the teal because it matches your Vigilante suit?" His eyes widen at your question.
"M-my Vig—what? That's impossible, I can't be Vigilante, how-" His eyes dart from your eyes to the window. Maybe he could make an escape. He wasn't going to kill you for knowing his identity. Not after dating for a while. He bites his lip, trying to figure out what to do.
"Relax," you laugh. "I figured it out on my own."
"How?" He asks again.
"After our first dates, when you had to 'mysteriously' head home to check on your mom—who you hate—and I don't even know why; she's so sweet and nice—"
"Ok, please stop talking about my mom when I'm on top of you." Adrian winces.
"Fine, anyways, I figured you had something else going on, and I also saw every night there was also a Vigilante sighting or something related, so I was already suspicious. Then I saw a shoulder pad on your dresser before you could shove it in your sock drawer."
"AW!" Adrian smacks his hand against his forehead.
"Adrian, it's ok." You smile up at him.
"I know, I just didn't want you to think I was weird. But fuck I knew you were smart from that first day I met you. I don't know why I wasn't more careful."
"Well, a lot of people probably know by now." You shrug.
"DID YOU TELL ANYBODY???" He squeezes your shoulders anxiously.
"Nonono! It's just. It's not that hard to figure out."
"I think you're just smart." He says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You both lay there for a few minutes, kissing along each other's faces and necks. "Do you want to come work at Checkmate?"
"What?"
"That's where I work. You could totally help us with our data analysis and stuff. Plus, it'd be really fun! We could work together all the time!" He flops beside you on the bed, daydreaming about how much fun it would be to work with his new girlfriend.
"I have a job already."
"Yeah, but you have shit pay. And there are other people working at the record store, so it's not like you're completely destroying the business. I did the same thing when I was a busboy. Plus, we could go on cool missions together, and it would be so rad!" He looks at you expectantly.
To be honest, you hadn't really been happy with your job. Your boss was shitty, and your coworkers always flaked out on you. And you had been wanting to put your forensics degree to good use. You had loved figuring out Adrian's identity.
"YES!" He tackles you to the ground, squeezing you tight as you laugh and squirm beneath him. "Best fucking girlfriend ever! Hey, did you have any cool things like a red string wall trying to figure out that I was Vigilante?"
"Yeah." You admit, face flushing with embarrassment.
"That is so fucking cool!" He kisses your cheek roughly this time.
"Alright, weirdo, I'm getting numb from you lying on me and squeezing the insides out of me."
"Shit, sorry." He gets up and helps you stand once again.
"Well, secrets out of the bag. Do you want to come with me and shoot some stuff in the woods? I could teach you how to shoot too! You'll probably need it once you come work with me!" He's getting all excited just by the prospect of you working with him.
"Do you just have random shit in the woods to shoot?"
"Yeah! It's great for target practice. I always gotta stay sharp for Vigilante-ing. Oh yeah, that's why I had to come get a record in the first place! Isn't that funny." Adrian lets out a forced-sounding laugh as you pull some clothes on. You laugh in return, nodding.
"You shot your friend's record?" You ask, facing him again.
"Yeah, but it was a total accident." He explains.
"Alright. Are we gonna go now?"
"Yeah!" Adrian grabs your hand and rushes out the door, thrilled that he can share this part of himself with you without judgement.
adrian’s the kind of guy to ask “so… what are we?” while almost like, 2 years in a very obviously monogamous relationship in him and reader’s shared apartment lmao
Girl you absolutely clocked his ass go get it.
Something something, you're making pancakes in your shared apartment. He moved out of his mom's house, thinking, "I had to get out of there eventually. It's kind of embarrassing now." He has a room dedicated to all of his bullshit, which you gladly let him have. Now you're watching him mix the ingredients in the bowl and he gets flour all over his face. You laugh and wipe it off of him and he just stares at you.
"What are we?" He asks with his big puppy dog eyes.
"What do you mean?" You're still trying to get some flour off of his cheek as his cheek twitches.
"Like are we dating?" He bites his lip with worry.
"Adrian. We are sleeping in the same bed. We just fucked last night. What do you mean 'what are we'?"
"I dunno, friends with benefits."
"If you're calling us friends with benefits, I'm kicking you out," you joke and kiss him softly. You feel his smile through the kiss as he lifts you up on the counter.
"Sick. Alright. That's all I needed to know." You roll your eyes at him. Typical Adrian.
Grabbing Adrian by the belt to pull him around where you need him in the office
OH HELL YEAH and he's like stumbling forward in surprise every time, literally has to hold his glasses so they don't fall off, he makes an exaggerated "woah!!" or a high pitched "eek!" in response, his eyes big and wide and gleaming with humor at your brashness, not fighting the goofy side grin that grows on his face with every nasty pull, he fucking loves that shit, he wakes up thinking about it and it gets him excited to go to work every day HEHEEEE
smut, fem!reader
a/n: first time writing smut and lowk for a very specific character personality wise so my apologies if this is ooc!
You had fallen asleep on top of Adrian after his patrol. He liked having you there, heavy on his chest like his own personal weighted blanket. Except you were better than a weighted blanket because you were soft and smelled like your room spray and a little sweat from a good night’s sleep.
Despite how comfortable he was, he couldn’t rest tonight. His mind would not, could not, shut off. So a little after you had started successfully drooling snoozing on his chest, he wrapped a thick arm around you and attempted to stealthily roll you on your back.
The shift in position brought you out of deep sleep anyway. Fluttering your eyes open you caught a glimpse of him now sitting up in bed, tugging his shirt over his head.
“What’re you doing?” You mumbled, rubbing under your eye. You were on your back, covers skewed to the middle of your exposed thighs and your thin tank top bunched up around your hips and stomach. Adrian almost did a double-take as he turned back to you.
“Can’t sleep,” he scratched the back of his head and reached over your body to the only nightstand you guys had managed to put together before calling it quits. He fumbled around for his glasses a little, bicep hovering over your face, before settling back next to you. A woody musk and the familiar smell of your body wash wafted over you as he did so.
He propped his head up on his palm and slightly leaned his body over your laying form. Fuck he felt so big like this. Looking down at you, bicep and forearm tensed holding up his weight. His shoulders were so broad that in your squinted vision it felt like all you could see was his body. His abs and chest were being perfectly illuminated by the streetlight filtering through your crappy blinds that came with the apartment.
In your sleepy haze, you couldn’t find it in yourself to pretend you weren’t staring. Although your eyes were so heavy you wondered if they even looked like they were open. Adrian had started playing with the drawstring of your sleep shorts, his rough fingers skimming over your lower stomach every now and then, sparking goosebumps all over your body.
You tried blinking yourself out of your little spell, turning your attention to the fact that your boyfriend was wide awake at four in the morning.
“Is everything okay? Did somethin’ happen tonight?” You rasped, barely audible, but you know he heard you. You snaked your hand up his arm and behind his neck, scratching softly at his nape.
He tilted his head, effectively pinning your hand between his jaw and shoulder. He turned to talk directly into your palm, “Everything’s great, I stopped two muggings and found three assholes with overdue parking tickets just stuck to their windshields. I mean you’d think they’d hide their villainy at least a little bit from the public eye but hey, just makes my job easier y’know?,” he didn’t catch your slight grimace as his rambling created a wet patch on your palm.
“Wasn’t able to get Chris to come out with me tonight but that’s okay. Some old-school Vigilante solo-style butt-kicking is just what I needed I think,” he kissed your wrist and looked back up at your face.
You wiped your drooly palm on his chest with a quiet yuck, eyes lingering a little on the way his skin now shined in the light.
“So then what’s wrong baby?”
Adrian’s eyes flitted from your face to your chest to where he was still playing with your drawstring and then back to your face.
“Dunno, just one of those nights I guess,” something akin to self-consciousness seeped into his voice.
You furrowed your brow at him, “Okay, do you wanna go inside and watch something? We can try that new raspberry tea you brought me the other day,” your hands had moved down to his, tugging and playing with his fingers while you spoke.
He lolled his head side to side and made a small hmph before completely shifting his body to hover over yours. Your head was caged in by his forearms, his glasses now hanging dangerously low on his nose. You didn’t know if it was the sleepiness or the fact you could now smell his spearmint mouthwash but you were dizzy.
“But you’re so tired, what kind of man would I be if I made my gorgeous,” he kissed your shoulder, “sexy,” he kissed your jaw, “beautiful girlfriend get out of bed in the middle of the night?” He gave you two soft kisses on your mouth before diving in for a quick third peck as if he couldn’t get enough. “I would probably get into the Hall of Fame for Loser Boyfriends or something. Right next to those guys who still text their girl on Snapchat.”
You chuckled, the light movement grazing your lips against his. Your hands came up again to lightly scratch through the hair near his temples. Adrian looked so pleased that if he had a tail it would be wagging a mile a minute.
“What kind of woman would I be if I let my beautiful boyfriend lie awake at night?”
Adrian grinned with his teeth out. “Well I do have an idea that has been scientifically proven to help with sleep.”
You didn’t even need to ask, despite what he thought his face (and his body) were an open book that you had annotated quite thoroughly in your mind.
“Oh yeah? Scientifically proven by who?” You were struggling to keep your eyes open.
“The studies, duh?” He quirked an eyebrow up at you
“The studies? Right. You’ve been reading a lot of these ‘studies’, Casanova? All in the name of science?” You teased.
Adrian’s eyes were boring into yours, trying to figure out how into this you really were at this point. He decided to take his shot and slotted his mouth a little more intensely against yours than before.
Your arms moved to wrap around his head, practically becoming dead weight in your sleepy daze. He licked into your mouth and pressed the whole length of this body more firmly against yours. Being so tired made everything feel so good. You were on fire, completely melting in his arms. As you sucked his tongue into your mouth, you felt him growing and rubbing against your thigh.
When he pulled back both of your chests were heaving.
“Honestly I’ve been thinking about this since I noticed your nipple coming out of your shirt five minutes ago.” You looked down at your chest and your tank top had indeed moved down enough that your breast was spilling over the top. “Ugh you perv!” You lightly slapped his shoulder and pulled the fabric back up, eliciting a whine from the man above you.
You sighed and rubbed your eyes, trying to focus your bleary vision. “Honey, you know I’d love to help you out, but I’m kinda running on fumes here,” you whispered apologetically.
Adrian sat up at this, thighs bracketing one of your legs, his knee dangerously close to your core.
“Okay”
“Okay?” You asked.
“Don’t do any of the work then. I’m more than capable of finding my way around.”
He softly picked up your hands and placed them beside your head on your pillow, kissing each wrist as he did so. He loosely laced his fingers with yours against the silk and bent at the waist again, bringing his face close to yours.
“See? You won’t even have to move.” His sudden gentleness was making your breathing pick up again.
He kissed you again, warm and a little wet. He then placed featherlight kisses on your eyelids,“You won’t even have to open your eyes if you don’t want, but you do know how much it turns me on when you look at me so do with that what you will.” Your eyes fluttered back open and you slightly raised an eyebrow at his statement. Your hooded gaze made Adrian involuntarily buck his hips against yours. Noted
His eyes were shining now, chin dipping down to start kissing you along your jaw. Although soft, Adrian was loud with everything he did, and the soft smacks of his lips against your skin were warming you up from the inside out.
He continued kissing down your throat, pausing where your shoulder created a delicate curve up to your neck. After a particularly breathy exhale from you he bit down, immediately soothing the burn with a slow and heavy lick—like he was stamping it into you.
His tongue didn’t stop there. Instead of kissing down and down like you thought he would, he licked up and up until he was back in your mouth. Your neck and shoulder were a mess, and you moaned around his tongue as the air of the room hit your wet skin.
Somewhere between licking your jaw and biting your bottom lip Adrian had started grinding against the mattress between your legs. He let go of your hands and with one fluid movement moved himself up on his arms. Now he was grinding into you, his worn out pajama bottoms doing nothing to hide the size and heat of him against your core.
And that’s when the noise began.
Adrian may have been earnest in wanting to let you fall asleep as he fucked into you, but the guy had serious volume control issues.
He was panting, whining, mumbling into your mouth. And neither of your pants had come off yet.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned when your hips bucked straight onto his dick.
He pulled away from your mouth after what felt like centuries—letting out a high-pitched sound of protest even though he chose to move. That was quickly replaced by incoherent rambling as he pushed your tank top up over your chest, nipples hardening in the cool air of your bedroom.
“Jesus Christ have you always smelled like this?” He was licking the valley between your tits, taking big inhales with his nose pressed firmly on your sternum.
“I mean seriously,” his hand groped at your chest, “I could fucking eat you.”
An almost violent shiver rippled through you. You weren’t sure if it was from the way he grazed his teeth on one of your nipples while tugging the other or from the way Adrian’s voice tremored with something raw and not a little dangerous.
He didn’t stop. The kissing and the licking and the biting all continued down your body. And so did his voice as it trailed further away from your ears.
“I should do this every night…oh god…never go on patrol again,”
“Quit both our jobs and die being sexed out freaks,”
“I can’t believe I get to touch you everywhere,”
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,”
Your heavy breathing and slight whispers of Adrian had become the backing track to his delirious rambling.
He was rutting against you desperately now, continuing the motion as he shimmied himself down the bed to be face to face with your soaked sleep shorts.
Before you could even think about moving your hips up to take them off, Adrian had slid a hand under you and with barely any effort lifted your bottom half off the bed. Despite holding you up by, essentially, the palm of his hand he was steady (and extremely fast) in getting both your shorts and panties off.
He must be really craving it tonight, as he didn’t even make a show of taking a big whiff of your underwear and commenting on whatever color you had chosen that day.
His arms locked themselves around your thighs, broad shoulders keeping you open just enough to feel a delicious tingle in your legs. One of his hands slid up to grope and pull at your tits.
Without any of his usual attempts at a joke about getting to see “Her Majesty” again (a nickname he had given your vagina your second time sleeping together, making you laugh so hard you bucked your pelvis straight into his glasses) he laid his tongue flat against your slit and moved in one slow lick up to your clit.
The reaction from both of you was immediate. Your head thrashed to the side as a loud Oh! left your mouth. And Adrian moaned so hard at the taste of you his voice broke at the end of the lewd sound.
Adrian had pretty much two tried and true methods when it came to eating you out. His most common approach was a messy makeout with your pussy that left your sheets drenched and his glasses fogged up. But today he only gave you a few heavy licks up your cunt before latching onto your clit. Sucking and sucking and licking your clit in his mouth until your bottom half was uncontrollably heaving on and off the mattress.
It was like your body was trying to run, but if you could help it you would keep him down there forever. Adrian was good at giving head. To you. He had confessed that he had refused to do it in his few sexual experiences before you. He had deemed it an unnecessary step and an 'unrewarding health risk'. Then he went down on you in the backseat of the Sebring on your second date and well…something clicked in his jumbled brain.
You were melting, hips moving up and down against his face as your hands twisted the sheets around you.
Adrian had closed his eyes but you were giving him plenty of audio cues as to how good he was making you feel. With every breathy uh huh uh huh that came out of you, Adrian moaned out his own mm mm mhm against your cunt.
Just out of your line of sight, Adrian was still humping the mattress. It was bordering violence the way his hips were slamming against the plush of your bed.
The rhythm of his fucking into the bed and his thick fingers tweaking your nipple all on top of the ruthless attention he was giving your clit left you no match to the tightening coil in your lower stomach.
With a violent arch upward and a sharp cry you came undone all over Adrian’s face. You squirmed so hard against him that you think he hit his nose hard against your mound. You could check in with him later, the static at the edge of your vision made it hard to care about anything at the moment.
Adrian separated himself from your pussy with an extremely lewd and wet smack! You immediately whined at the loss of contact, body practically shivering with need and exhaustion.
“I know, I know—I’m sorry I’m sorry baby but please I have to put it in I have to please,” Adrian was all but whimpering. Back in your face again, he swiped at the sweat on your temple and held your jaw (a little tightly) in his hand.
“I almost came in my fucking pants like the first time like some fucking teenager please I need to go inside now please baby you’ll let me right? Not too tired yet? Give me a little more?”
Your breaths were mixing in the balmy air of the room as he pulled his flushed cock out of his pants without waiting for an answer. You were so tired and so fucked out already that all you could really muster anyway was wrapping your legs around his waist and beckoning him flush to your core.
When his leaking cock made contact with the folds of your pussy he let out a groan so guttural you thought he had come then and there. But Adrian was still willing himself to stay strong as he now murmured into your cheek, “Thank you—thank you baby…fuck. You’re my favorite person in the world. I can’t get you out of my head and—shit—”
He started to lift his torso up so he could get a good look at the two of you and slip himself in slow, but you were quick to grab at the back of his neck, keeping him in your space.
“Stay,” you mumbled, eyes half-open yet pleading. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaving him no chance to move away.
Adrian looked at your face and bit his lip to keep himself together. “Okay I’ll stay. Of course I’ll stay. Anything you want, anything you want baby I’ll do it. I’ll fucking kill for you,” he grabbed the base of his cock and slid it into you with one smooth movement, “fuck me— I’ll fucking die for you.” And with that Adrian dropped his face into your neck and started thrusting in and out of you.
It was relatively slow compared to his usual pace, but in your molten lava state it was exactly what you wanted. Even if you knew Adrian was only doing it so he wouldn’t come undone after two pumps.
There didn’t seem to be a single inch of skin between you that wasn’t touching. You were struggling to stay awake at this point, and the haziness made everything feel even more intimate and sexy than it already was.
Adrian was on his forearms. One arm curled around your shoulder while the other moved until the pads of his fingers were circling your clit. You weren’t expecting him to still be so keyed into your pleasure, and the contact between his rough fingers and your already abused bud had you coming almost immediately.
Everything went white as Adrian grunted and bit into your neck, trying to let you ride through it without letting go of himself just yet.
You slowly came down from your high, bare chest heaving against his. He had now moved his arm back up and was clinging to you desperately. He had started going a little faster, for his sake now.
Even two orgasms in, even at the ass-crack of morning, even when your brain was screaming at you to just knock out, you wanted to make sure your man got what he earned for the night.
With a slight turn of your head, you slowly licked a line up the shell of Adrian’s ear and completely tipped him over the edge.
He stopped moving entirely, completely sheathed in you, and then his entire body gave one involuntary shiver. His breathing had changed into quick, whiny pants against your shoulder as he came undone in hot ropes inside you.
He stilled, forehead pressed down on the pillow above your shoulder while his mouth moved against your skin, incoherently talking himself through his high.
Only when he lifted his head to check on you did he realize the grip of your legs and arms had loosened around him. Your eyes were closed and your mouth parted as you breathed slowly and deeply. A small pleased sound came out of him as he smiled down at you.
He thought about waking you up to go shower or at least change the sheets, but he figured it was only a few hours until morning anyway.
He untangled himself from your hold and tried not to stare too hard at your sweaty and naked body before he had another problem to take care of. Picking up the shirt he had tossed earlier he cleaned you up slowly. He put on a fresh pair of boxers and decided to get a pair for you too. He slid them up your legs, your body so warm and pliant and—Okay he needed to focus on moving your tank top down and getting you under a blanket.
When he decided you both were settled he kissed your cheek a couple times before throwing his arm around your waist and snuggling his head into your pillow.
he just needs to be closer. A ; Adrian chase blurb , cc - lottiebelles. 18+ minors do not interact self hating adrian , big ole loser whoopty doo , crybaby adjacent man. kinda soft at the very end i guess , breeding , pinned user.
"F-Fuck baby i-just.... shit i just love you. want you to feel it too, how much i love you." you knew he did. his soft touches, never an ounce of blood smelling up or staining your shared home. how his brow un-forrowed at the sight of you. how mornings would stretch to soft kisses and coffee. walking the dog you had convinced him to rescue from the shelter. night drives for ice cream. i love yous and dinner dates. or maybe... How deeply he was rutting his cock into you.
The large of his palm splayed over the side of your face, keeping it pinned to the softness of cashmere sheets, the ones he'd gotten you for christmas! the ones now covered in the delicate mess of your cum. "You feel good right? feel-fuck- feel loved?" pounding harder and harder as sweat glistened from his torso, dripping onto your back with every slick drag of his cock against your walls. muttered curses and whines as he tried his best, like a puppy wanting its owners praise. and you would have, surely would have consoled him, told the man he was doing so well, that you could feel him in places you'd never felt anyone, places that made you spiral. but that was awfully hard at a time like this, a position like so. babbling and gurgling around his length as the flesh of your ass bounced off his thighs. dizzying. orgasm inducing.
he was a sensitive man , for you at least. a puddle. so when it came to his mind that even for a Second. a second you didn't feel like you were perfectly content. this is how you too ended up. with a teary eyed vigilante whimpering and grunting trying to prove that he was a good boyfriend. that he loved his girl so much. breeding you full of his load with wrecked soft chokes full of intent, of devotion. you'd never mention how much you look forward to him falling asleep on your chest after.
Words: 1,732
Warnings: 18+!!! Public Sex (Alleyway), p in v, protected and unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (female receiving), fingering, praise, porn without plot
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Theres little plot to this, but if you want some background, it is slightly connected to my Adrian Chase x reader series (Gas Leak of Love) where he talks about his fantasy with the reader. This little drabble is the fantasy! But you do not need the longer fic to understand this one!
Hope you enjoy, I barely write smut but I'm trying to get better!
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The clanking of armor could be heard bouncing off the bricks of the alleyway. Adrian Chase had his sidekick pressed up against the wall, like he'd always wanted. Masks discarded, laying unceremoniously on the damp, dirty concert of the alleyway. They had been discarded long ago, as it kept them from connecting at the lips.
It started with a kill, enacting justice on a wrong doer. He didn't think he had been any harder in his entire 30 years of living. They had only been working together for a few months, and all he wanted was her. It consumed his every waking moment, and he couldn't take it anymore, finally closing the gap between them.
Their mouths moved together as one. It was messy, wet, untamed. Yet, it wasn't enough. Adrian moved his tongue into her mouth, wanting to feel her in a way he hadn't before. She moaned into his mouth at the unknown feeling. Letting him explore her, she reached her gloved hands into his messy curls, ruining them further.
Using his knee, Adrian parted her legs ever so slightly. With the newfound space, he pressed his leg against her crotch. She moved her hips against his leg, trying her hardest to find the friction she so desperately craved. The armor made his difficult, making both of them barely feel anything.
She fisted some of his locks in between her fingers, pulling his face off of hers with a wet squelch. Both of their mouths hung open as they took ragged breaths. A string of saliva kept their bottom lips attached. To clean up a bit of the mess, she licked her lips, giving him pleading eyes.
"Adrian." She called out to him, so softly, he almost didn't hear it. "I need you."
"I need you too." He responded, leaning back in to capture her lips once more, feeling as though they had been apart for too long.
His gloved hands trailed down her body, wishing to feel something through the armor. Finding her hips, he began too search for the waistband that kept him from what he wanted. Once he found it, he hooked his pointer fingers under it on both sides. Slowly, he brought it just below her ass.
Finally, he had something to grab onto. Adrian's clothed hands tightly grabbed her behind, massaging it. She gasped out of sweet surprised. Kneeling down, he pulled her pants down along with him, allowing them to pool at her feet. Looking up at her, he thought that he had died and gone to heaven and an angel was there looking down on him with the warmest greeting.
Sweetly smiling at him, encouraging him to continue, she placed her hand on top of his head, brushing his curls back to see his face in its entirety. Wrapping his hand around her thigh, he brought it up to rest on his shoulder, giving him the needed room the delve into her. Stopping right before his mouth touched her where she needed it, his breath tickled her.
She bucked her hips forward, pushing her pussy into his face, not being able to hold back any longer. He picked up on the message, tongue prodding her lips open, warmth meeting with warmth. She let out a strangled breath as he licked from her hole to her clit. He wrapped his lips around it, sucking and circling it with his tongue.
"More." She quietly pleaded and who was he to deny.
He pulled away, leaving her to whine at the loss of build up. Biting down on the tip of his glove, he pulled his hand free, discarding the unneeded clothing. Returning to his attacks on her clit, he now had his freed fingers, slipping between her folds, lighting rubbing against her entrance, spreading her wetness around so he didn't hurt her.
"You're so wet." He mumbled into her skin. Pride swelled in his chest, knowing that caused this.
She hummed in agreement, her words were slurred as she spoke, "All for you."
Wanting to feel how she wraps around his fingers, he pushed into her. Her moaned reverberated off of the brick walls, leaving the alleyway. But neither of them cared, only focusing on the pleasure of the moment.
He pumped his finger in and out of her, trying different things to see what make her scream. It didn't take him too long to find the spot that pleasured her the most. Putting a second finger in, he abused the spot, hitting it over and over again, mouth never letting up on her clit.
The way she squeezed down on his fingers, and how her grip tightened in his hair, he knew she was close. But Adrian was selfish, wanting her to cum around his dick instead. When he was done having his fun, he pulled away from her fully. She whined in frustration, giving him the pouty glare he had grown to love. She couldn't be mad for too long, knowing what he was about to give her instead.
He frantically dug into his pocket, finding the condom he had placed there long ago, waiting for this moment. She noticed this, and with a chuckle, asked. "You always have a condom on hand?"
"Of course." He responded proudly. "I've been waiting for this moment since the day I met you."
She smiled warmly at him. Her sweet face was betrayed by her dirty words. "Then stop delaying, and fuck me already."
He could feel his cock jump in his pants. He needed to be inside of her in the next few seconds or he'd spontaneously combust with all the built up tension. Before he unbuckled his pants, he made sure to grab his glasses out of his other pocket, wanting to make sure he could see every detail of her face as he pleasured her.
He struggled with his pants, thick gloves getting in the way of freeing himself. Chuckling at him, she move off of the wall, stepping out of her pants. Her gloves were a less bulky than his, allowing her to unbuckle and unzip his pant easier than he could. Pulling his pants down, she watched his cock spring free. Quickly, he rolled the condom over himself.
Adrian didn't even give her the time to react before he pushed her up against the wall again, settling between her legs. Connecting at the lips, his bare hand reached behind her, trailing down her body until it felt skin. Letting his nails graze agains the skin of her ass, he stopped right on the base. Gripping it tightly, he pulled her leg up to his side, holding it up.
With his other hand he lined himself up, tip brushing up against her wet entrance. Looking up at her, he made sure she wanted this as much as he did. She looked at him, eyes blown wide, lips puffy from all the kissing. All he needed was a nod from her to push up into her, splitting her with his cock.
"Fuck." She moaned into the air, throwing her head back. "Adrian, you're so big."
He breathed deeply against her neck, head laying on her shoulder. Pushing in slowly until his balls lightly tapped against her ass, he praised her. "You feel better than I could've ever imagined."
His thrusts were slow and small, being gentle as he could, not wanting to make this painful for her. It was not enough though. Lifting her leg out of his grip, she wrapped it behind his leg and pulled him in. "Adrian." She moaned out his name. "I want to feel you."
"What?" He questioned, lifting his head to meet her eyes.
"Fuck me raw." She told- no, commanded, him.
His slow movements stuttered to a stop, as her leg unraveled from behind him, allowing him to pull out. Her gloved hand was quick to grab his wrapped member. It was a new feeling for him, a gloved hand taking ahold of him so tightly and rouch. His knees buckled at he let out a broken moan. She tugged on him, bringing the wet condom with her.
The ring of the condom held onto him, caught at the base of his tip. She kept pulling until it popped off with a snap. Now with his cock free from any confinements, he grabbed her leg, angling himself up. With the snap of his hips, he slammed up into her, just as she wanted. She moaned with a chuckle.
"Yes." She told him. "Just like that."
"You're amazing." He praised. "Taking me so well just like this."
His movement were uncalculated, roughly slamming in and out of her. The burn of sensitive flesh rubbing against sensitive flesh was intoxicating. He knew he would never be able to go back after this, only being satisfied with her body. Letting go of her leg, it wrapped around his waist, giving him a newer angle, allowing him to get to the deepest part of her.
They both moaned as he stopped, pleasure shocking him still. "No- don't stop." She begged, feeling her climax run away.
"Shit." He cursed, pulling out before plunging back in, not wanting to disappoint her. His free hand made its way between their body, trailing down towards where they met. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing circles over it. He almost came with how tightly she gripped him.
"I can't last much longer." He admitted.
"Inside of me." She told him. "Please."
He came on the spot with loud, guttural moans. How could he not when she begged him so sweetly to. He didn't slow his movements as he came, fucking his cum deeply into her. She fluttered around him, her climax hitting her before he finished his. His movements slowed, allowing overstimulation to burn him as he rode out her climax.
Stopping, he stood inside her, both of them catching their breaths. Oxygen wasn't enough, as he pushed forward, capturing her lips between his. She gasped as he pulled out of her, allowing him to shove his tongue in her mouth yet again. Their mixed cum dripped out of her, splattering onto the concrete below her.
Tongues colliding, they breathed in each others air, knowing their relationship would never be the same again.
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the walls are thin, and your voice carries. those are two things adrian notices as he unpacks his boxes in your new shared apartment. you met up once for burgers before deciding to live together; you were new to evergreen and adrian wanted to finally leave his mom's place. this is the first time either of you have lived fully without parental guidance.
adrian smiled to himself as he heard you chat on facetime with your loved ones. he heard you mention the cute dog you got to pet today, and that you're excited to make new friends.
he also heard the buzzing of your vibrator five hours later as you christened your new bed all by yourself. he wanted to be mad, wanted to knock on your shared wall and tell you to keep it down. that is, at least, what he would've done if it were anyone else.
but you were sweet and you smell good and you love bird watching. you've even sent him some funny animal videos over the past few days to try and bond with him. he didn't want to that to get ruined, even if you are making the situation weird and awkward.
in fact, he wanted to bond with you more, as much as he possibly could.
adrian slowly palmed himself over his boxers, already sticky and dark. he gazed at his mirror and pictured how you would look sitting behind him, legs on either side as you wrapped your arms around his torso and stroked him. he wanted to feel your hot breath against the back of his neck, telling him how proud you are of him for being such a good roommate, so independent and strong.
he let out a gasp as he spilled inside his boxers; the vibrator stopped buzzing. the walls are thin.
She’s still in her first year at Checkmate and getting partnered with Adrian on a mission seems like a trap - especially since she’s fighting her crush on him and now they have to play newlyweds with virtually no support from the others. What will they do as nothing seems to ever go right on this mission?
Masterlist, Ch 1
Chapter 12: Clear the Air
Thank you @vigilantexreader and @kakyoweenie for the edits!
The man’s hands remained on her side as she looked up at Adrian, her eyes wide and locked on him as he remained focused on the man. She tried to get him to look at her.
“Remove your hands from my wife,” he said, sounding deadly.
“Adrian, it’s-” she tried, untangling herself from the man, but his hands remained tight on her.
“Stop touching my wife,” he said, voice tense and unforgiving. He looked ready to snap, hand itching to hold an undetectable weapon. He may look like a regular guy on vacation in his khaki shorts and linen shirt, but Adrian was never unprepared as far as measures to kill criminals.
“Listen, buddy-” the man started, giving her one more squeeze before one of his hands slipped off of her. He held it in front of him, trying to placate Adrian, but it did no good. Adrian’s brow furrowed the moment the man squeezed her and before she could even blink, he reeled back and punched the man square in the jaw.
He went down like a sack of potatoes.
She gasped and her hands flew to cover her mouth.
“Adrian!” she said, reaching for the incensed man, trying to pull Adrian back as he moved towards the man who was cradling his bloody nose. He ignored her hands trying to tug him away as he glared down at the man.
“You don’t ever touch her again, ever. Do you understand me?” His voice was tight, as if he was fighting the urge to do something worse than punch the man, and even though she hadn’t been working with Adrian for more than eight months, she knew he could easily kill him for her, and the look on his face told her he wanted to.
“What the fuck man!” he cried. “You broke my nose!”
“I should’ve broke your fucking hand,” Adrian spit out. “You don’t touch her, you don’t look at her, you don’t even fucking think about her. Do you understand me?”
“Jesus fucking Christ, yes!” he cried, the man's blue eyes frantic as he avoided looking at her. When Adrian finally looked at her, he was seething.
“Come on,” he said firmly, grabbing her hand while she was still in shock to pull her out of the club. It was once he touched her that she snapped out of her daze, looking back at the man on the ground being helped up by someone else.
Then she really comprehended what was happening.
“Adrian!” she said, ripping her hand out of his grasp, and he looked at her eyes, his were wide and confused.
“What?” he asked, eyes straining against the light. Clearly trying to understand why she was reacting the way she was.
“That was a fucking lead and you punched him!” she yelled, eyes flickering around to make sure no one was paying attention to them. “You weren’t doing your job! You were supposed to be at the bar watching my back and when I looked over you were gone! How was I supposed to signal you that I had found someone from the dossier?”
“Him?” he asked, brows furrowed and even though they were no longer anywhere near that man he still tried looking behind her for him. “He’s not a target.”
“I swear to you, he was familiar! I think he was in the dossier!”
“He’s not,” he said, firmly. She fought the urge to scream as she moved away from Adrian, making her way towards the elevator. “He looked nothing like any of the targets!” Adrian cried as she continued stomping away.
“Okay Adrian! I get it! I wasted my time, fucking move on!” she said as he kept pace with her.
“I was just trying to protect you,” he said adamantly, keeping on her heels.
“Okay!” she said, trying to get him to stop. She could feel her temper rising and she wanted nothing more than to just be away from him.
“Your husband-” he started.
“Adrian!” she cried, spinning on her heel to face him. “Jesus! I’m not your wife! We have nothing Adrian! Nothing! Do you realize that?” she yelled, she waited a beat before she couldn’t stand looking at him anymore and she continued walking away from him. She could hear him keeping pace with her. As annoying as it was, she was glad she could keep yelling at him. “Our first lead this entire week! You might think he wasn’t in the dossier, but I do, and you didn’t let me do my job! Plus, you punched him, so even if I found him later, he probably wouldn’t talk to me at all!”
“He was touching your ass, sorry for playing the part of your HUSBAND!” he yelled. She pulled at her hair, not understanding why he wasn’t listening to her.
“Adrian! Are you listening to yourself? You’re not my husband! This isn’t a real honeymoon! We are undercover for our jobs, and I know that to you, your job is all fun and games, but I do care about my job and doing good work. The last thing I need is to lose my job because you don’t know how to act during an undercover mission!” He stepped back like she had physically hit him, there’s something in his expression that makes her feel ill.
“Right, that’s all this is,” he muttered, and something twists in her.
“Yes, Adrian. This is my job, I’m trying to do my job. You should fucking try it sometime,” she snapped making her way towards the elevator. He still followed her, a little less close this time, but at least he was silent as they got into the elevator. He remained silent as she hit their floor number and the elevator closed and started moving.
The elevator shook and Adrian gasped next to her, his hand grabbing hers tightly.
“What was that?”
“Adrian, don’t start,” she said, rubbing her eyes with her other hand, not finding it in herself to pull her hand out of his yet. All she wanted was to be back in the room and to lock herself in the bathroom. Anything to get away from him for just five minutes. The elevator shook again and out of the corner of her eye she saw him pull out a knife from god knows where. “Jesus Christ, put that away,” she said, hand on his arm as he held it steady and pointed out as he glanced all around the elevator.
“It’s a trap,” he hissed.
“It is not, Adrian! None of this is a trap because there’s no way this is even a fucking mission at this point. We’re going back with nothing, and you’ll be fine because you’re tight with everyone, and I’m going to lose my fucking job because I’m a bad agent who can’t even handle a simple under cover mission!” she said her voice shrill even to her own ears, quick to swipe away any tears. She knew she was weak but she didn’t need Adrian to see it even more.
Before he could say anything, the elevator shuttered back to life, jerking the two as Adrian put his knife back wherever he had grabbed it from.
“See, not a trap,” she grumbled as she released his hand and headed towards the room, her brain still swimming.
The door slammed behind Adrian as she pulled out the dossier, ripping out pages and fighting the urge to scream. She laid everything out on the bed, attempting to take any of it in a new light.
“This makes no fucking sense!” she cried as she took a step back from the dossier she had spread on the bed.
“Maybe, we’re missing a page?” Adrian tried, eyebrows tight on his forehead as he looked at the pages with a frown.
“We’re not missing a page, they’re numbered. Maybe Harcourt left something out? Did she make this instead of Chris?”
“Chris didn’t say, but I’d assume Chris, based on some of the misspelling.” Adrian said with a hum. She frowned and took a step back.
“I’m calling Harcourt, I know Chris said to limit contact, but we need something,” she said as she clicked Emilia’s contact. She answered on the third ring.
“Hey, lover girl. How’s your getaway with Vig going?” she said with a teasing tone, and she felt heat creep up her neck, immediately regretting the fact she had her on speaker phone.
“Listen, Emilia, we’re really stuck here. We think we might be missing a page in the dossier or something. Do you know anything about our main target’s connection to this place?” she said, practically begging for an answer as Emilia stayed silent on the line. “Just anything we can use. We’re running out of time.”
“What do you mean dossier?” Emilia asked after a beat.
“I know, Chris’s dossiers are terrible, hence this mess, and you can barely call it a dossier but we are really lost, right now and could use-”
“Why do you have a dossier? You two are on PTO,” Harcourt said and she froze, looking over at Adrian.
“No, we’re on a mission. Chris sent us here to bust a drug ring,” she said slowly, the gears in her head starting to turn as she realized what was happening.
“I’m telling you now that you’re on PTO, there’s no mission,” Harcourt repeated back, just as slow as she did, in almost a mocking tone. “Now go enjoy a margarita for me and please keep track of how many times Adrian says something stupid. I have a bet with Ads that he’s going to ruin this before you even give him a real chance.” Harcourt hung up and left her staring at Adrian who looked at her clearly waiting for her reaction.
“Call Chris,” she said tensely, and Adrian looked at her with wild eyes as he got his phone out and called Chris. “Speaker,” she said, and Adrian listened.
“Yo, Vig. What’s up?” Chris said she could hear video games in the background, she gritted her teeth as she nodded at Adrian to answer him.
“Hey, Peacemaker! I was uhhh just wondering if you had any information about our target?” Adrian asked, eyes wide and on her. Her eyes were locked on his phone.
“Target? What are you talking about?” Chris asked, and Adrian frowned.
“The mission - the dossier you gave us?” Adrian asked, looking at her.
“Oh, that…fuck Vig, you’ve been taking that seriously? That was just an excuse to get you guys to the resort - I figured you guys would’ve figured out that it was bullshit immediately. Like on the plane like instantly. I made it all up, just copy and pasted shit from old dossiers.”
“Why the fuck are we on a fake mission, Chris!” she said, snatching the phone from Adrian.
“What do you mean why the fuck are you on a fake mission where you guys have to be lovey-dovey? I thought it would finally get you guys fucking started! Do you know how exhausting it’s been watching you two for six months?” Chris said, as if they had truly been inconveniencing the man with their crushes and silent looks.
“That’s fucking insane!” she cried.
“I’m so sorry for trying to help my friend hook up with the girl he’s clearly in love with and the girl who stares at him all day and acts like he hung the stars in the sky!”
“I’m going to hang up now,” she said coolly, not giving Chris a chance to say anything as she kept her gaze locked on Adrian, who looked like he was about to be sick. “Adrian, have you actually liked me this entire time?” she asked gently, and she watched him bite his cheek.
“I need you to define ‘liked’ and ‘this entire time’,” he settled on, and she groaned, throwing herself on the plush bed with all the papers covered in lies that had been haunting her this entire fake mission. She was no longer able to even look at Adrian, she was so frustrated. He had put her feelings through the ringer all week, only for her to find out that he had felt the same way. Apparently he had felt this way long enough for Christopher Smith of all people to try to help him out and set them up.
“You’ve liked me this whole time? Adrian, I’ve been thinking this is all pretend, and it’s been fucking with my head!” she yelled at him, moving her eyes from the ceiling to not miss his reaction, and she watched him throw his hands up in the air and begin pacing.
“I thought it was part of the mission! I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable like I’m some creep! I’m a feminist! Same thing when we’re at work! I’m not trying to harass you…ya know sexually!” he said back, eyes wide and wild.
“You thought me sitting in your lap on an empty beach was part of the mission?” she said, sitting up, as annoyed as she felt she couldn’t help but be endeared by Adrian’s clear panic. “We both knew we weren’t going to spot a single target!”
“Yeah, a really fucking good part of the mission, I jerked off in the bathroom that night thinking about that!”
“Adrian!”
“What! I fucking did! Or should we go back to lying?” he said, his tone wild as he leaned over towards her. She sighed as she watched his chest heave. His face was red, and his eyes were still having a hard time focusing on her. It was then she realized that Adrian was feeling angry or frustrated like she was - but where she was upset that they both had been so blind to the other’s feelings, he was borderlining a panic attack.
“Adrian,” she said softly, standing up so she could wrap him up in her arms. He stayed stiff for a beat, just a second, before he melted against her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly against him.
“I don’t want to go back to lying,” he murmured into the top of her head, and she sighed.
“This is insane,” she said, still not over what Chris had done.
“When have our friends ever been sane,” he whispered, shaking his head.
She sighed, letting herself close her eyes as she tried to digest any of this. It was absolutely insane that Chris would do this to his friend and his coworker, but there was a part of her that was thankful for Chris’s stupidity and dumbass plans.
“Remember the first night?” he asked, suddenly out of the blue. When she tilted her head, confusion over her features Adrian kept going. “When you asked me what my number one fear is?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s losing you. Well it’s losing everyone, but the more time we spend together, it’s you. The idea that one day, everyone could just be gone? That I could fuck up and lose everyone, especially after how long it took for me to have friends? and you? Whatever you call this where I pine for you and I'm your annoying colleague at worst and work friend at best? I'll take it, as long as I get to have you in my life it's worth it. So losing you terrifies me more than anything,” he said, his face open and vulnerable as his eyes searched her face, almost desperately.
“Oh, Ade.” she said softly.
“I’m serious, you’re…you’re everything to me.”
“You-”
“From the moment you interviewed, I liked you, and I liked you even more when you started putting sour candy on your desk and you were always nice to me and you laugh at my jokes like you mean it and I just…I love you.”
“Adrian,” she said, her breath caught in her throat as she searched for any inch of lying on his face, but she couldn’t find any.
“Is that too insane? Too much?” he said immediately, looking panicked. “If I had known Chris’ plan, I would’ve planned a way better speech and ran it by Ads too to make sure it was good and I didn’t say anything stupid. But then again if I knew Chris’ plan I would’ve told you immediately because we’ve been working when we should’ve been relaxing. Even if you don’t like me back we could’ve just had a normal vacation. God, I’m so sorry he did this.”
“No…it’s not insane,” she whispered, moving closer to him. A smile broke out on his face as his hands went to her waist, squeezing her gently.
“Yeah?”
“Love is…a lot for right now,” she said, his smile twitching for just a second. “But I do really like you Adrian. This whole mission has been torture because all I wanted was for all this to be real. For you to look at me and for it to be real and I just…”
“It’s always been real,” he said, voice almost sounding hoarse. “The way I look about you and think about you. I wasn’t acting, if anything I’ve been selfish this whole time.”
“The way I’ve been with you, it’s been real too,” she said, voice shaking.
“I am sorry,” he said, suddenly sounding rueful as she looked at him. Confusion all over her features. “For not being there when you needed me, I should’ve been watching and making sure you were safe. I want to do that, not only for missions but outside of all this,” he said, fidgeting with his hands, his face almost looking like he was in pain.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, realizing how hard Adrian must’ve taken her words.
“It’s not,” he said, voice firm. “But I’d like to make it up to you if you’ll let me,” he asked, his green eyes never wavering from her eyes. His intensity made her start to well up, this whole time it had been eating her up inside not knowing where she stood with Adrian and to find out that he cared the same for her, if not more, was almost too much.
“I think I can find it in me to let you try,” she teased and Adrian let out a huff. “And I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have blown up at you.”
“Nah, it was hot and I deserved it,” he said, finally a smile crossing his features as he took a step closer to her.
“Well, either way I’m still sorry,” she whispered as Adrian’s smile grew, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, wiping away a tear.
“Can I kiss you? Please can I kiss you?” he begged, and she let out a watery laugh.
“Yes, Adrian. You can kiss me,” she said and he took no time to cup both her cheeks as he was quick to smash their lips together. As far as first kisses went, it was clunky, awkward, a little too much teeth from Adrian, but she wouldn’t change it for the world.
Horny! Adrian, whose caught off guard when you walk into the men's bathroom as he's changing out of his suit, leaving him in his white underwear and has to guide you out, placing his hands on your shoulders, because you refuse to open your eyes out of embarrassment, which also makes it hard for you to relocate the door. You mutter a string of apologies up until he pushes you out that door, and is grateful you keep your eyes shut so you can't see the bulge growing in his underwear with every second that passes.
Horny! Adrian, who agrees to spar with you, and foils your attempt at a leg lock around his head, which results in your legs resting on his shoulders as he pushes you into the floor, mimicking a mating press, which has him bucking up into you. You gasp and squirm in his grasp, grinding into him in a failed attempt to move away. He quickly pulls away, profusely apologising, even though he loved watching you squirm under him all breathless. He doesn't mention anything about the way you pressed into him, or how you rubbed your thighs together after.
Horny! Adrian, who is such a good friend, accepts your request for help when you're drunk, which results in him laying you in your bed on your back, with your legs spread in front of him, making his mind run wild. He starts to undress you, at your request, but you ask him to do it with his eyes closed, which ends up feeling more intimate than it was meant to. He runs his fingers over your soft legs as he pulls your jeans off. He then runs them back up, grabbing your hips to move you closer, feeling his way up your body, pushing your shirt up which allows his fingers to graze your lace bra, before pulling your top off you. He gropes around for one of his shirts, sitting you up to lean against his chest as he slides it on you. Out of respect, he tucks you into his bed, and camps on the floor with a pillow and a couple of blankets. However, once he's sure you're knocked out, he finds his hand wandering south, thinking back to your sparring session earlier, quietly stroking himself, finding his gaze drifting back to you no matter how much he tries to look away. He imagines pulling apart your pussy with his fingers and watching his cock slowly slide in, stretching you open as he bottoms out, pulling the most sinful noises from you. He hears you shuffling in your sleep, rotating to face him, and despite knowing he should stop, he can't help but quicken his strokes, cumming within seconds, wishing it was in you instead.
Horny! Adrian who lets himself into your place because you asked him to help set some things up for the party before the others arrive. He hears you breathlessly call his name, following it to your room, finding you sprawled out on your bed, with a vibrator between your legs, not calling, moaning his name. He can’t help how hard he gets, watching the way face contorts in pleasure as you concentrate, your breathing picking up the closer you get to reaching the climaxing. He pushes his pants down, and before you even register he's there, he's pushing his cock inside you, breaking you out of the little trance you were in as you realize he's here, in your house, with his dick inside you…and you don't mind.
“I'm so sorry, you just looked so pretty…here, lemme do that.” He says, grabbing your vibrator, holding it to your clit as he thrusts in and out of you. You don't protest, bathing in the immense pleasure he's giving you, instead, you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer, becoming a moaning mess as he picks up his pace. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him towards you to consume his lips, moaning into his mouth as he finally tips over the edge you've been chasing for the past hour. He follows seconds later due to how absurdly hot this whole situation is, mumbling incoherently against your lips as he rode out his high.
Imagining Adrian in an “I ♡ my girlfriend” (or @I ♡ my Omega” in Everything Has Changed) or a shirt with reader’s face plastered all over it
Imagining him wearing it around the office and not getting any of the insults the rest of the Checkmate group throws at him. Reader having the most intense second hand embarrassment known to man…
Imagining Adrian wearing the shirt when reader is annoyed with him or just having a bad day to cheer them up or make up for annoying them.
Just the concept of Adrian in cheesy “I ♡ my girlfriend” type t-shirts!!
He is such a clingy little shit this is 100% accurate. Just walking around the office smiling so wide with his chest puffed out waiting for someone to notice his shirt. John rolls his eyes and says “nice shirt” all sarcastic.
And you think it’s silly and corny too, but your surprise him anyway one day with an “I 💙 my boyfriend” shirt. His eyes get all big and excited because he LOVES matching with you and this is like Ultimate Matching. He makes you take a picture with him in the shirts. He’s just cheesing at the camera, his cheeks all pink and eyes sparkling, and you’re covering your face and laughing at him. It becomes his lock screen for all of eternity
(He also has an I ❤️ Peacemaker shirt. Chris breaks into his house one day to steal it and burn it)
Adrian is the type to get consumed by things. Whether it’s physically, emotionally or sexually. Adrian acts on instinct. So when his first instinct was to hold you against his chest after he first pushed into you. He did just that. Laid on your side, one of his arms wrapped around your stomach. The other groping your breasts. Presses against your back, Adrian’s head tucked into the crook of your neck. Breathing hot air and mumbling incoherently against skin, he continues to fuck into you.
thinking about adrian getting a raging hard on when he gets to see the fruits of his teaching, when you finally, properly and quickly assemble and disassemble a gun in front of him and he just stares at you with gleaming eyes, red cheeks and mouth slack, looking like you've just gotten on your knees and asked him to suck him off, only in his brain this is actually a million times hotter
adrian gulps back a broken whimper when you ask "how was that?" with a nervous bite at your lip
he doesn't immediately act upon his new blatant need to get off because he wants to watch you do it so many more times in a row, he wants you to get so good at it that you rival his own speed and agility
he just shrugs it off like he's unimpressed because he knows it will only make you eager to prove yourself to him
adrian quirks his mouth in challenge and says "yeah, it was okay. i'm pretty sure you can do it faster though"
