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after literal months of agonising over tiny details, zigilante is here in all his glorious 3 photos š (im very camera shy but also v glad my partner took some great photos)
i got to spiderman meme with the other vigilante cosplayer and they were handing out little pieces of paper with animal facts š„ŗ
i couldnt wear the helmet for very long though because it got so sweaty so fast it started Raining inside the helmet š
adrian whoās so eager to bond with his best friends that everyoneās lowkey secretly having sex with him and heās just happy to be there
sorry ive been MIA yall
im still neck deep in the peacemaker soup ive just spent every waking moment working on my stupid vij cosplay (the con is this weekend)
Adrian sticking a knife in your side and quickly kissing you to muffle your cry I mean what who said that show yourself
GOD. oh my god. well, i did say i was gonna write a slasher adrian fic for halloween šš«£ have a nice night yall!!! xoxo
slasher! or serial killer!adrian chase cw: violence!!!!!!!!!!, stabbing, flesh wound, dacryphilia, creepy and controlling boyfriend behavior, threatening, manipulation, mentions of drug consumption. please read at your discretion, for the love of god.
"For fucks sake- You're making this harder than it needs to be. It's already bad enough that you saw me do all that shit without the mask on, i cant have you running off or-" He groans, his gloved hands grabbing at your waist firmly and slamming it against the bark of the tree behind you, stopping you from wriggling away and escaping from him once more.
He closes in on you, knowing he's got you right where he wants you, cornered, tired and with no viable escape routes.
"Adrian, y-you killed everyone-" You try to speak, but with every word you drain yourself further. With every word a fearful and downright terrified knot gets stuck in your throat.
"Not everyone" Your boyfriend (fairly new, but still- your boyfriend) comments matter of factly. "I didn't kill you. Silly" He says with a teasing and innocent chuckle, his eyes shining with sickly sweet affection towards you.
"So I-I'm next?" You ask with a harsh gulp, fighting the way his gaze makes butterflies rise up in your stomach every time.
Adrian and his mom spending Christmas all alone š
oh so you just chose violence today huh? š
she probably decorates the whole house and asks Adrian to put up the tree, she makes a super elaborate meal just for the both of them, wraps all of his gifts with a neat bow and adrian is an ungrateful little shit the whole time but his moms just super happy that she gets to spend xmas with her spoiled baby boy (man) LMAO
and i KNOW she makes them wear matching christmas sweaters
i just know it
Remember when I fucked you up?
NHUT LE as JUDOMASTER in PEACEMAKER
1st peacemaker art Will be for hardeaux. adebayo and harcourt next maybe. are they called hardebayo?
ADRIAN CHASE + hands hands hands hands hands
ā„ requested by @awāheckĀ <3
Running Smoothly ā John Economos
Requested by: Anonymous
If you are looking for Peacemaker requests, I would love to see you write something about Economos and him falling for a new girl at work but his confidence isn't the best so you have to make the first move? Smut or Fluff, your choice š„°š¤©š
This is my first full fic back after not writing for nearly 4 years so I'm very sorry if this sucks ass completely and wasn't what you were looking for. Also, I was thinking of doing the smut but then I was like, I could probably do a whole ass kinda sequel to this and my brain is absolutely failing to see how I could work in any smut.
Warnings: Mentions food and eating (I'm pretty sure people add that as a warning??). Serious amounts of bad language. A little dirty *wink wonk*. Not much else I believe, let me know if I have missed anything.
Word Count: 5.6k (5,593)
Pairing: John Economos x female reader
(A/N: This is most likely absolute shit. This is the first proper fic I've written ((not including HCS)) on my phone and it's the first proper fic in nearing 4 years so this bitch hella rusty.)
(A/N 2: It's probably a little sloppy and confusing but yeah, considering before this I haven't written an actual lengthy story in years, I guess I'm happy with it.)
Primal play with Adrian but itās genuinly terrifying how serious he takes it. Running through the woods and heās pulling you across the floor by your ankles, sticks scraping up your soft thighs while youāre scrambling to get away
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OMG WHAT ABOUT economos x fem!reader whos a vampire and hes lowkey like super horny for getting his blood sucked because he got bricked up the first time he ever saw Salma Hayek in duck til dawn.
YOOOOO WAIT I LOVE THISSSSS cause we know adrians a freak but what kind of monster fucker would economos be š¤ (also as a side note, i only write for GN reader! sometimes afab GN reader bc something something write what you know, but just a friendly PSA!)
economos x vampire!reader
tw: light smut (dry humping if you squint), blood/narsty gory descriptions of blood drinking
i think economos would have to know and trust the fuck outta someone before heād let them drink his blood (āiām not gonna let some random vampire suck on me! what if they give me some kind of, fucked up, vampire std? and then i have to eat, i donāt know, fucking garlic every single day for the rest of my life???ā). trust issues aside, i think heād be kinda shy and shameful about it. he wants you to drink his blood so bad, internally he justifies it as āfinally being useful for onceā, but deep down he knows the real reason.
maybe one time you were so thirsty you had no choice but to snack on him. you thought youād be able to hold out until the next night, but as the sun began to rise outside, the realisation that you were stuck indoors for the next 12-ish hours with an aching bloodlust hit you like a freight train. you woke economos up with your anxious pacing at the foot of the bed.
āwhats wrong? what happened?? did i forget to close the blinds???ā john asked, sitting upright in bed and whipping his head around the room faster than lighting.
āno, no its not that,ā you assured him, nervously dragging the underside of your thumb nail along your front teeth. you gently pressed your thumb into a fang, trying to ground yourself with the pain, āi thought i could hold out till tonight⦠i donāt know if i canā¦ā
āoh fuck.ā
john sprung out of bed and into action, but as he reached you, he realised his complete lack of a plan. you could smell the iron in his blood, and you could feel your pulse begin to synch with his as it ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thumped in your ears. and your chest. and your loins. this was bad.
you backed away from him, your insides cursing you as he watched you retreat with a saddened and slightly anxious gaze.
āiāll find you some blood,ā john began to strategise, āiāll go find a doctor, or a hospital, or-or the blood bank!ā
the ābā word had you backing up away from him until your spine hit the wall with a concerning thud, but the pain wasnāt enough to distract you from the saliva gumming up your throat and pooling at the corners of your mouth.
āfuck, iām not gonna make it that longā you rasped, unfocused eyes darting around the room as your knees buckled slightly and you began to curl in on yourself.
ābe brave, you big idiot. be brave, be bold, make the scary choice,ā john thought to himself, āwhat would harcourt do? or ads, or chris? or, fuck, iām stood in front of the worldās sexiest vampire in dire need of a drink right now, what would adrian do?ā
ādr-ā he hesitated, ādrink-ā the words kept dying on his tongue. john dug his nails into his palms and commanded the words to come forth with his chest, ādrink me.ā
āWHAT???ā you hissed, slamming your palms and the back of your head against the wall in protest to the way your carnal instincts responded to his suggestion. your belly ached and burned and grumbled at his offer, but you dug your heels firmly into the ground to keep yourself in place.
āyou can drink me. if- if thatās doable without me, uhā¦ā john held back a nervous gag, ādying, or whateverā. as much as this had always been a fantasy of johns, he still didnt particularly want to die as a result of having it finally come true.
you steadied yourself as you tried to calculate the odds in your increasingly foggy head. with the state you were in, it was almost certain you wouldnāt last the day without blood. the mental images of your thirst taking over, sending you sprinting and panting and drooling head first into the walking-blood-bag and sunlight filled daytime to burst into flames.
you could barely speak, tears and spittle running down your chin, āyouāll have to have a safeā¦ā you tried and failed to swallow, āa safeā¦ā
āa safe word?ā john asked, face flushing red once the words escaped his lips.
ākind of,ā you panted through the lump in your throat, ādo you have any garlic? or a cross?ā
minutes later, you sat on the coffee table across from john who was sat on the couch wielding a makeshift cross. on the arm of the couch sat a whole bulb of garlic with the top cut off to reveal the potent repellants that lay within.
you white knuckled the coffee table to hold yourself back from him for as long as you could, legs spread semi-wide to keep your heels dug in. you could feel your fingernails begin to dig into the lacquer on the underside of the table lip as you spoke, āare you sure youāre okay to do this?ā
āi donāt want you to die,ā john stated, though your biting glare told him that wasnāt enough. the words began to stick to the sides of his throat again, but the threat of losing you ripped them out and threw them into the air,
ābite me. i want you to bite me, i want you to dr- holy shit,ā john panted, a wave of something rolling over him, āi want you to drink my bl-ā
john didnt even finish his sentence before you were on him like a piranha. in hindsight, he was glad it all happened so fast. there was no time to register the pain of your sharp teeth piercing his neck with precision, ever so gently tickling the surface of his jugular vein to coax out the life elixir like you had done countless times before as to not kill your repository. the main difference here was that the groans and mewls that escaped your throat as you supped the hot, thick ichor from johnās throat were ones of personal, intimate pleasure, so much more than the usual routine scratching of that age-old itch.
john could barely think, no, scratch that, he couldnāt think as his brain tried and failed spectacularly to place the sensations he was experiencing. your lips, your teeth, your tongue were touching him in untouchable places, places he thought heād have to sit in a confessional booth to ever admit that he let someone touch him there aloud. you were so, beyond deeply, inside of him.
john foggily recalled the first time he ever watched from dusk till dawn as your gulping and slurping and huffing drifted into the background. the way his shirt felt ten times tighter and less breathable as salma hayek took centre stage and danced. how over the broken sleep-filled nights that followed, his fantasties slowly shifted their attention from the dancing to the carnage, the sanguine taboo forever leaving a permanent, shameful mark on his sexuality. oh how youād ripped that mark wide open with your sharp teeth and your pleading eyes and your shaking knees and your unquenchable thirst.
for a fleeting moment, john swore he could feel his clammy palms pawing at your body, holding tight once heād found what may have been your waist and pulling you down onto his hips which were already rolling all the way up. maybe the beautiful melody tickling his ears was his phone ringing, maybe it was your cries of pleasure tangling themselves together in johnās throat and exiting through the puncture wound. john could feel his tongue begin to stick to the back of his teeth in aridity, and he wondered how long heād been sat there with his mouth hanging wide open like some sort of pervert corpse. was he panting? was he moaning? was he crying?
john used his last few heartbeats of consciousness to rip a hand from your grinding hips and grope the arm of the couch in search of a āsafe wordā. his other hand attempted to buy him some time, trying to push you away from himself to no avail as you continued to ingurgitate, locked in with bloodthirsty greed, and his hips continued to buck themselves up into yours against his better judgement. if he hadnāt lost so much blood, this would normally be where heād start to panic.
a wail of relief croaked out of his dry throat as his fingers met one of the splintery, duct-tape-y right angles of the makeshift cross. john lamely pressed the cross against the skin of your midriff where your shirt had ridden up, his other hand feeling around to find your head, lace his fingers in your hair and rip you off him by your scalp with his last ounce of energy before slipping out of consciousness entirely.
the loathsome burning in your side hurled you back into reality instantaneously, making it easy for john to launch your incapacitated body into the couch cushion beside him as you wailed in anguish. through the pain, you turned to john and felt sweet relief wash over you and soothe you as you watched his chest gently rise and fall, and two small droplets of blood quickly bead and begin to coagulate at the puncture wounds on his neck. you donāt know what you would have done if he bled out, and you quickly stood yourself up as not to think about it too hard. maybe a little too quickly, stumbling towards the kitchen as if you were borderline blackout drunk to get john some orange juice and a cool, wet rag for his forehead.
you almost pulled the faucet out of the sink trying to hold yourself upright, and nearly snapped the fridge door off its hinges as you slammed it open with your body, sighing in relief as your new cross-shaped welt sizzled and cooled against the white plastic shelving. āthatās never happened beforeā you giggled to yourself on the meander back to your beloved. drinking your fill always felt good, but in all your years it had never felt quite like that. and never had it left you in such an inebriated state. you were too soused to piece together that maybe, just maybe, the lingering smoulder of arousal between your thighs had something to do with it.
as you returned to your lover, you could almost sense his eyelids flutter open the second he returned to the land of the living, feeling so connected to him after the sacrifice heād just made for you. you sat on the couch beside john and placed the cold cloth on his forehead, hissing quietly in sympathy as you watched him flinch at the temperature. you felt your throat seize up completely as his eyes, heavily-lidded but much more conscious and shining then they were earlier, flick up and down and around your face, and you waited in bated breath for him to break the silence.
ācan we do that again?ā
i wrote econovig smut
i just want to be close to you.
john economos x adrian chase, 6,175 words, one shot
- established relationship, two asexual autistic guys with unique relationships with sex bang as a bonding activity.
if we're gonna be ginger snapping may i propose that "i dont like the way he looks at you" scene (im forgetting the eggsact phrasing sowwy) from the pov of lycanthrope!reader whose changes make them more possessive? adrian who would typically be giddy about that sort of attention is highkey scared of reader who lashes out (in wolf form) at anyone who gets too close to him. šŗ awooooo
- kronksley
ohhhhhh this is fucking delicious thank u kingslay, absolutelY this this this this this, i loveeeeeeeeee the adrian trope of like āwhat would it take to actually make him scaredā and i think watching someone he loves get body-horrored into something even more gross and blood-thirsty than him miiiiiiight just do it š
Honestly any freaky halloween shit, I am so seated for
- Harcourt Anon
i knew youd have my back harcourt anon ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
i just fear id get too into the freaky parts and forget about the whole adrian element š
i just rewatched ginger snaps and now i wanna write some adrian x lycanthrope!reader for hallowinkies
is this anything or nah