Channah

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[55hroud]

(unserious phm post because I saw too many sad edits):

eridian welcoming committee deciding to make more mini earths for Grace to decorate his home with

they decide to give him a letter hinting about his present before giving it, and they really want to show off their newfound knowledge of colours that they learnt from Grace (who obliviously helped point them to the right colours) !!

and then Grace opens the letter and it just reads:

“prepare yourself for blue balls statement”

[nothxbb]

thinking about ryland pushing you into subspace on purpose because he loves how sleepy and happy it makes you. he edges you for hours, denying you over and over while you writhe on the bed, begging for him to let you come. he'll have you in every position, using his cock, his fingers, his mouth, toys, anything he wants as he works you up again and again while telling you how good you're doing, how well you take him, how perfect you feel around him, how much more he's going to do to you before he's done.

and when he finally lets you come, he doesn't stop. he makes you come so many times that you lose count, just riding the waves as they come, letting him take what he wants. you're boneless when he's done with you, so spacey and floaty, you can't even look at him when you're like this, vision too blurry to focus. he cleans you up so gently, hands never leaving your body, making sure you feel safe and secure, grounding you if there are any tears.

he holds you against him so tenderly, hands stroking over your skin, kisses landing anywhere he can reach. he can see how out of it you are, whispering quietly about how proud he is, how he's there for you, however you need him. and even if you can't make out the words he's saying you recognize the care in his tone, can feel how he radiates love and safety.

he never rushes you back to him, just lets you float for as long as you need to, knowing that you'll blink the fog away and kiss him senseless as soon as your body and mind can sync up again. and you sleep better than ever on those nights, wrapped in his arms, his breath on your neck, big hands holding you tightly

[strangelure]

honey, don't encourage him

OMG HII. me again 🫣 here with some creepy busboy adrian content (as promised ages ago, forgive me) eEEE, as always let me know if you enjoy, comments and reblogs are super appreciated, xoxo!

adrian chase x reader warnings: creepy and stalker-ish? behavior oop. reader once more has no idea how to set up healthy boundaries yay!!! a lil bit of SMUT. please read at your discretion since this may have upsetting and triggering topics for some people. content is obviously 18+, MINORS DNI.

it's not like you have anyone to blame but yourself really.

your coworkers had flat out warned you about being nice to him from the moment you started your job at fennel fields. they warned you from their own experience about what could happen if you were to give adrian chase an in.

of course you thought it was rude and inconsiderate of them to do and say that. like- how bad could adrian really be? its funny now, you never imagined that ignoring their advice would ever bite you in the ass quite like this.

because now, theres his relentless and intense stares that make work all the more difficult, adrian waiting with bated breath for whole minutes at a time for you to make eye contact with him from across the room on a daily basis.

it just that the strength of his gaze alone creates a charged atmosphere that you can't ignore even if you tried. you always end up meeting his eyes, no matter how far away or how close he is.

and every time without fail, when adrian realizes he's captured your attention, you can practically see the way his body straightens up, he perks up at the eye contact, as if there was a shock of electricity running through his body.

he always smiles in response. dopey, sweet and giddy. triumphant too.

adrian never once flinches or blushes at being caught in the act. he wears that shit like a badge of honor.

and no matter how much your coworkers snicker about him, call him names, run their mouths about how creepy he is. you can't ever stop the upwards twitch of your mouth at the sight of his.

now it's him lingering by his car almost every day, standing in the darkness of the parking lot just outside of the restaurant. waiting patiently for you to come out at the end of your shift.

adrian is eager to know about your day, your plans, what songs you're listening to at the moment. anything and everything just to keep you around for a while longer. he tells you about cool new animal facts he’s learned, he tells you about a new movie that he watched or a new video game he’s playing, he gives you hints of what his life is like outside of work but he always keeps it vague enough that it accidentally starts making you intrigued about him.

like some kind of black hole, adrian's gravitational pull is fucking merciless one you get close enough.

"honey, you need to stop encouraging him. he's been looking at you like that for 5 minutes now." one of your coworkers had worried out loud to you once.

and sure, not encouraging him sounds easy enough-

but adrian just so happens to be- well, adrian. pretty big eyes behind dorky glasses, soft curls and bright toothy smile.

he's also just disarmingly endearing, and silly. funnier when he’s not even trying to be. he makes you laugh so easily, the noise always startles you with how quick and how loud it escapes your body around him.

you can't help it, the way you cave in to his relentless pursuits at trying to get to know you better, entertaining his silly and sometimes pointless conversations, inadvertently getting distracted by the cuteness of his canines, the little curls that bounce on his forehead and the softness of his hands while he rambles on about how much you would love his collection of beanie babies in his secret room.

that really should have been a red flag all on its own truly. but your brain was all too worried with thinking: god, he's cute.

so no, you cant really blame anyone but yourself when adrian starts pulling stunts like this. far worse than what anyone ever warned you about.

now, he's started following you outside of work too.

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"the creepy busboy from your job is here again" you hear the worried whisper of your friend against your ear, when you turn they're already nodding towards him

adrian, who stands all the other way across the bar with a bottle of beer in hand, nodding his head to the music

he's out of his busboy attire of course, wearing a simple, long sleeved green polo shirt and jeans.

you cant help the way your eyes trail over his frame. it's not that his clothes are incredibly stylish, they're just distinctly adrian. comfortable, practical and dorky. but you think they fit him, and so so fucking well.

"you want me to get rid of him for you?" your friend suggests when she doesn't get an immediate response from you. theres a hint of disgust in her features once she realizes how your face hasn't turned with disgust at all. in fact, she thinks she might have seen a small little pleased turn at your mouth.

it's embarrassing, how sharp and how final your "no!" is in response. its so impulsive you quickly feel the need to elaborate "i mean- it's ok- i- i can handle him."

funny, you're not exactly sure how you're planning on handling him at all.

when you approach adrian you find that his eyes are entirely too focused on nothing in particular for it to be considered natural, as if he were actively and ridiculously trying to avoid looking in your general direction.

he clearly hadn't expected for you to walk up to him first.

its just that, usually, adrian was the one 'bumping' into you.

"oh hey- funny seeing you here!" he always chirped. flashing his canines at you with a big smile.

it's happened a couple times now though, so it might as well be fucking hilarious at this point.

"what the hell are you doing here adrian?" you ask, forcing yourself into his field of vision, his mouth fall agape, he stares at you in shock of your confrontational tone of voice.

you've never been this severe to him before. a mistake on your part, thats for fucking sure.

"im listening to some sick ass live music! what do you thin-" adrian responds defensively, his scowl heavily pronounced as he gestures with his beer around the venue.

“oh really? do you even listen to this band at all?” you snap, folding your arms over your chest in challenge

“uh yeah”

“since when?”

“since forever”

“you don't seem like the type to be into them”

“and why the hell not?” he scowls, hilariously raising his voice at you.

“well- you’ve always been more pop inclined”

“i'm inclined to whatever fucking rocks actually” adrian answers with a sassy little twist of his head “i'm a dude of very diverse and complex taste in case you forgot”

and damn it, you laugh at that. its natural, it's escaping your lips before you realize its even there, like all the other times he's managed to wring it out of you

the edge of his mouth tugs upwards at the sound, looking far too proud of himself, his eyes start gleaming at you in a way that makes your breath hitch.

"are you following me again?" you ask, desperately trying to wipe the smug look off his face, absolutely not buying his answer at all.

theres a quick flash of worry that shows on his features, a subtle gulp in his throat, a drop of his mouth, eyes widening in a way that makes his eyes look like two giant orbs.

it fades away just as quickly as it appears.

"what? fuck no!" he lies.

and he could have left it at that too, but of course adrian will never not elaborate and make things worse for himself. "besides- how do I know you’re not the one following me huh? creep? did you ever think of that maybe? i should probably call the pigs on you"

you hate it, how you can't hold back the snort at his outrageous response.

the absurdity of it all is incredible, you can't fucking believe him.

but of course all adrian can see is your smile now, the victory in having amused you. he gets that satisfied look on his face again, the one that for the first time in forever is actually making your entire body feel like its burning from the inside out.

maybe its the music thats having this effect on you, maybe its the drinks, maybe its the fact that you're evidently growing weak against adrian's infuriating charisma, all you know is that you have to snap the fuck out of it, quick.

"my friends are starting to recognize you y'know?" you say, at a loss for anything else that could scare him off.

of course it doesn't get the desired effect.

"you told your friends about me?" adrian's face lights up, his stupid smile reaches his eyes in a way that makes them crinkle. "that's like- so sweet"

and maybe it is because you’re down a couple drinks, but you swear you see adrian leaning in close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"adrian, dont change the subject-" you warn, placing a hand on top of his chest to stop him from inching any closer, you're not even convinced he was leaning in at all but the panic surfaced either way

you dont expect to feel how his heart is literally thrumming inside his chest, the loud thumps hitting against the skin of your palm, almost in sync with yours. the knowledge of him being just as affected by you as you are of him keeps you frozen in place, unable to walk away and stop fucking touching him.

when your gaze lifts up from where your palm rests over his shirt and towards his eyes again its when you realize that yes, he has in fact, moved in a lot closer.

so close you see how his cheeks are turning rosy pink at your anchored hand on him, you notice how his glasses are almost imperceptibly crooked on the bridge of his nose, you also dont think you ever realized how toned and how big he actually is until now.

it dawns on you like a pile of bricks over your head, that not only is adrian stupidly and boyishly handsome. he's also just hot, in the most objective and straight forward sense of the word.

he's hot. so hot it continues to silence the little voice inside your head that's trying to remind you the hot guy in question has basically been stalking you this whole time.

it's maddening, how he makes your stomach twist and flutter even when he makes your skin crawl.

"i’ve told my friends about us too" he adds, with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "chris thinks you're awesome by the way-"

wait. what? who the fuck is chris?

"us?" you ask, because it's all you can do to try and process the implications of what he's saying.

"yeah, y'know this thing-" he quickly gestures between you and him with a nod of his head, he smirks at your hand still weighing on him "- we have going on. you know what I'm talking about"

'adrian, we don't-" you start, but you cant explain why the words die in your throat instantly when his face starts falling sullenly in response. instead, your brain chooses another avenue. because you're a fucking coward apparently. "how long have you been telling people about this?"

"i dunno” he giggles, lifting his index finger to adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose far too casually for your liking “couple weeks maybe."

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theres a burning shame that settles in your stomach, it's strong, but not strong enough to stop you from digging your hands in adrian's hair and pulling until he gasps out a surprised laugh.

you know somewhere around the bar your friends most likely have already gotten a glimpse of the little scene you've been putting on, how you grabbed at adrian by the sleeve of his shirt and dragged him away to a secluded corner of the bar.

your friends now know what it looks like when you're making out heavily and nastily with adrian chase

because for the life of you, you just cant fucking stop.

you're kinda grateful for the booming loud music, otherwise the people around would be getting an earful of something waaay to obscene to be happening in public.

the way he moans eagerly straight into your mouth is not helping at all either.

adrian kisses like the world is ending tomorrow, like maybe he hasn't kissed anyone in his whole life and he probably never will again. but even though its sticky, messy and its clumsy you're responding with your own needy noises with every nasty swipe and flex of his pink muscle over yours.

it's embarrassing, the many times you daydreamed about doing exactly this, every time you stared for a little longer than necessary while he waited tables at the job, always moments before adrian could notice you were just as enthralled by him as he was of you.

wait- wasn't there a reason you had approached him in the first place? before you started bitting off his mouth?

"you can't keep showing up wherever i am, its creepy" you say, breathless, trying to raise your voice so it beats the loudness of adrian's whine in annoyance of you even daring to part from his kisses

"okay sure, if you say so-" he says with a little evil smirk, trying to lean in quickly to press his lips on yours again.

oh, so he admits it.

"adrian-" you squeak out like you want him to stop, but your arms are still wrapped around him, keeping him captive and close to you by the neck "adrian!"

"what?!" he groans in irritation, separating just enough so you can talk but only just, eyes still zeroed in on your glistening mouth, his spit is smeared all over it and he loooooves how that looks.

"promise me you'll stop it?"

"i dont think you want me to" he states, not teasing, only matter of factly.

"what?"

"i mean, yeah- i followed you here, now you're sticking your tongue down my throat. i think its a pretty obvious conclusion here-"

your stomach drops, the words die at your throat, the shameful feeling you were trying to push down only burns all the more brighter on your skin, it morphs before your very eyes into something that makes you wild with need. almost like adrian grabbed this hidden part of you forcefully by the hand and pushed them out into the light before you could stop it.

its the terrifying notion you tried so hard to shove away, that you thrived in his nearly deranged unwavering attention, that you craved to have adrian trailing after you like a lost little puppy in need of love, you loved it, you fucking want it so bad it has you seeing bursting hearts over his head

theres a beat of silence before a helpless curse slips from your lips, before you pull him down to bite at his mouth once more, defeated and relinquished.

god, how the hell are you supposed to see adrian at work every day after this?

now that you know exactly how it feels when his hands circle around your waist and he clumsily pulls you flush against his body. now that you know what it feels like when adrian follows your lead with every swipe of your tongue agains his.

it's like you're turning a dial to the max inside his head, adrian responds in turn to your every bite and every kiss, progressively matching and then outmatching your already frantic rhythm until it makes you dizzy.

his hands wander aimlessly inside your shirt, his spit is making a home inside your mouth with how messily he slides his tongue over and past your lips.

adrian’s burying himself to the hilt inside you in some filthy bathroom, smiling into your mouth happily every time you cry his name, he's staring at you with the same intensity he always has only this time the shock of electricity that strikes up his back is coursing through him nonstop, and it's coming not only from the eye contact but from where the both of you meet, from where he keeps thrusting in with uncoordinated and unmeasured snaps of his hips until he hears your yelps getting louder.

"fuck! fuck! fuck!, adrian-" you whine, the urgency and the frenzied edge to his movements inside you have you brainless and already fucked out, at a loss for any coherent words that aren't his name and needy desperate moans.

"holy shit you're so noisy-" adrian mocks with a snicker, staking his final claim by bringing his digits up to your mouth, sliding two of them in until you're feeling them all the way down your throat and pressing over your tongue.

it's funny, that your coworkers and friends warned you about not giving him an in. adrian has seeped into you so badly, you're literally drowning and choking on him now.

[strangelure]

honey, don't encourage him

OMG HII. me again 🫣 here with some creepy busboy adrian content (as promised ages ago, forgive me) eEEE, as always let me know if you enjoy, comments and reblogs are super appreciated, xoxo!

adrian chase x reader warnings: creepy and stalker-ish? behavior oop. reader once more has no idea how to set up healthy boundaries yay!!! a lil bit of SMUT. please read at your discretion since this may have upsetting and triggering topics for some people. content is obviously 18+, MINORS DNI.

it's not like you have anyone to blame but yourself really.

your coworkers had flat out warned you about being nice to him from the moment you started your job at fennel fields. they warned you from their own experience about what could happen if you were to give adrian chase an in.

of course you thought it was rude and inconsiderate of them to do and say that. like- how bad could adrian really be? its funny now, you never imagined that ignoring their advice would ever bite you in the ass quite like this.

because now, theres his relentless and intense stares that make work all the more difficult, adrian waiting with bated breath for whole minutes at a time for you to make eye contact with him from across the room on a daily basis.

it just that the strength of his gaze alone creates a charged atmosphere that you can't ignore even if you tried. you always end up meeting his eyes, no matter how far away or how close he is.

and every time without fail, when adrian realizes he's captured your attention, you can practically see the way his body straightens up, he perks up at the eye contact, as if there was a shock of electricity running through his body.

he always smiles in response. dopey, sweet and giddy. triumphant too.

adrian never once flinches or blushes at being caught in the act. he wears that shit like a badge of honor.

and no matter how much your coworkers snicker about him, call him names, run their mouths about how creepy he is. you can't ever stop the upwards twitch of your mouth at the sight of his.

now it's him lingering by his car almost every day, standing in the darkness of the parking lot just outside of the restaurant. waiting patiently for you to come out at the end of your shift.

adrian is eager to know about your day, your plans, what songs you're listening to at the moment. anything and everything just to keep you around for a while longer. he tells you about cool new animal facts he’s learned, he tells you about a new movie that he watched or a new video game he’s playing, he gives you hints of what his life is like outside of work but he always keeps it vague enough that it accidentally starts making you intrigued about him.

like some kind of black hole, adrian's gravitational pull is fucking merciless one you get close enough.

"honey, you need to stop encouraging him. he's been looking at you like that for 5 minutes now." one of your coworkers had worried out loud to you once.

and sure, not encouraging him sounds easy enough-

but adrian just so happens to be- well, adrian. pretty big eyes behind dorky glasses, soft curls and bright toothy smile.

he's also just disarmingly endearing, and silly. funnier when he’s not even trying to be. he makes you laugh so easily, the noise always startles you with how quick and how loud it escapes your body around him.

you can't help it, the way you cave in to his relentless pursuits at trying to get to know you better, entertaining his silly and sometimes pointless conversations, inadvertently getting distracted by the cuteness of his canines, the little curls that bounce on his forehead and the softness of his hands while he rambles on about how much you would love his collection of beanie babies in his secret room.

that really should have been a red flag all on its own truly. but your brain was all too worried with thinking: god, he's cute.

so no, you cant really blame anyone but yourself when adrian starts pulling stunts like this. far worse than what anyone ever warned you about.

now, he's started following you outside of work too.

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"the creepy busboy from your job is here again" you hear the worried whisper of your friend against your ear, when you turn they're already nodding towards him

adrian, who stands all the other way across the bar with a bottle of beer in hand, nodding his head to the music

he's out of his busboy attire of course, wearing a simple, long sleeved green polo shirt and jeans.

you cant help the way your eyes trail over his frame. it's not that his clothes are incredibly stylish, they're just distinctly adrian. comfortable, practical and dorky. but you think they fit him, and so so fucking well.

"you want me to get rid of him for you?" your friend suggests when she doesn't get an immediate response from you. theres a hint of disgust in her features once she realizes how your face hasn't turned with disgust at all. in fact, she thinks she might have seen a small little pleased turn at your mouth.

it's embarrassing, how sharp and how final your "no!" is in response. its so impulsive you quickly feel the need to elaborate "i mean- it's ok- i- i can handle him."

funny, you're not exactly sure how you're planning on handling him at all.

when you approach adrian you find that his eyes are entirely too focused on nothing in particular for it to be considered natural, as if he were actively and ridiculously trying to avoid looking in your general direction.

he clearly hadn't expected for you to walk up to him first.

its just that, usually, adrian was the one 'bumping' into you.

"oh hey- funny seeing you here!" he always chirped. flashing his canines at you with a big smile.

it's happened a couple times now though, so it might as well be fucking hilarious at this point.

"what the hell are you doing here adrian?" you ask, forcing yourself into his field of vision, his mouth fall agape, he stares at you in shock of your confrontational tone of voice.

you've never been this severe to him before. a mistake on your part, thats for fucking sure.

"im listening to some sick ass live music! what do you thin-" adrian responds defensively, his scowl heavily pronounced as he gestures with his beer around the venue.

“oh really? do you even listen to this band at all?” you snap, folding your arms over your chest in challenge

“uh yeah”

“since when?”

“since forever”

“you don't seem like the type to be into them”

“and why the hell not?” he scowls, hilariously raising his voice at you.

“well- you’ve always been more pop inclined”

“i'm inclined to whatever fucking rocks actually” adrian answers with a sassy little twist of his head “i'm a dude of very diverse and complex taste in case you forgot”

and damn it, you laugh at that. its natural, it's escaping your lips before you realize its even there, like all the other times he's managed to wring it out of you

the edge of his mouth tugs upwards at the sound, looking far too proud of himself, his eyes start gleaming at you in a way that makes your breath hitch.

"are you following me again?" you ask, desperately trying to wipe the smug look off his face, absolutely not buying his answer at all.

theres a quick flash of worry that shows on his features, a subtle gulp in his throat, a drop of his mouth, eyes widening in a way that makes his eyes look like two giant orbs.

it fades away just as quickly as it appears.

"what? fuck no!" he lies.

and he could have left it at that too, but of course adrian will never not elaborate and make things worse for himself. "besides- how do I know you’re not the one following me huh? creep? did you ever think of that maybe? i should probably call the pigs on you"

you hate it, how you can't hold back the snort at his outrageous response.

the absurdity of it all is incredible, you can't fucking believe him.

but of course all adrian can see is your smile now, the victory in having amused you. he gets that satisfied look on his face again, the one that for the first time in forever is actually making your entire body feel like its burning from the inside out.

maybe its the music thats having this effect on you, maybe its the drinks, maybe its the fact that you're evidently growing weak against adrian's infuriating charisma, all you know is that you have to snap the fuck out of it, quick.

"my friends are starting to recognize you y'know?" you say, at a loss for anything else that could scare him off.

of course it doesn't get the desired effect.

"you told your friends about me?" adrian's face lights up, his stupid smile reaches his eyes in a way that makes them crinkle. "that's like- so sweet"

and maybe it is because you’re down a couple drinks, but you swear you see adrian leaning in close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"adrian, dont change the subject-" you warn, placing a hand on top of his chest to stop him from inching any closer, you're not even convinced he was leaning in at all but the panic surfaced either way

you dont expect to feel how his heart is literally thrumming inside his chest, the loud thumps hitting against the skin of your palm, almost in sync with yours. the knowledge of him being just as affected by you as you are of him keeps you frozen in place, unable to walk away and stop fucking touching him.

when your gaze lifts up from where your palm rests over his shirt and towards his eyes again its when you realize that yes, he has in fact, moved in a lot closer.

so close you see how his cheeks are turning rosy pink at your anchored hand on him, you notice how his glasses are almost imperceptibly crooked on the bridge of his nose, you also dont think you ever realized how toned and how big he actually is until now.

it dawns on you like a pile of bricks over your head, that not only is adrian stupidly and boyishly handsome. he's also just hot, in the most objective and straight forward sense of the word.

he's hot. so hot it continues to silence the little voice inside your head that's trying to remind you the hot guy in question has basically been stalking you this whole time.

it's maddening, how he makes your stomach twist and flutter even when he makes your skin crawl.

"i’ve told my friends about us too" he adds, with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "chris thinks you're awesome by the way-"

wait. what? who the fuck is chris?

"us?" you ask, because it's all you can do to try and process the implications of what he's saying.

"yeah, y'know this thing-" he quickly gestures between you and him with a nod of his head, he smirks at your hand still weighing on him "- we have going on. you know what I'm talking about"

'adrian, we don't-" you start, but you cant explain why the words die in your throat instantly when his face starts falling sullenly in response. instead, your brain chooses another avenue. because you're a fucking coward apparently. "how long have you been telling people about this?"

"i dunno” he giggles, lifting his index finger to adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose far too casually for your liking “couple weeks maybe."

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theres a burning shame that settles in your stomach, it's strong, but not strong enough to stop you from digging your hands in adrian's hair and pulling until he gasps out a surprised laugh.

you know somewhere around the bar your friends most likely have already gotten a glimpse of the little scene you've been putting on, how you grabbed at adrian by the sleeve of his shirt and dragged him away to a secluded corner of the bar.

your friends now know what it looks like when you're making out heavily and nastily with adrian chase

because for the life of you, you just cant fucking stop.

you're kinda grateful for the booming loud music, otherwise the people around would be getting an earful of something waaay to obscene to be happening in public.

the way he moans eagerly straight into your mouth is not helping at all either.

adrian kisses like the world is ending tomorrow, like maybe he hasn't kissed anyone in his whole life and he probably never will again. but even though its sticky, messy and its clumsy you're responding with your own needy noises with every nasty swipe and flex of his pink muscle over yours.

it's embarrassing, the many times you daydreamed about doing exactly this, every time you stared for a little longer than necessary while he waited tables at the job, always moments before adrian could notice you were just as enthralled by him as he was of you.

wait- wasn't there a reason you had approached him in the first place? before you started bitting off his mouth?

"you can't keep showing up wherever i am, its creepy" you say, breathless, trying to raise your voice so it beats the loudness of adrian's whine in annoyance of you even daring to part from his kisses

"okay sure, if you say so-" he says with a little evil smirk, trying to lean in quickly to press his lips on yours again.

oh, so he admits it.

"adrian-" you squeak out like you want him to stop, but your arms are still wrapped around him, keeping him captive and close to you by the neck "adrian!"

"what?!" he groans in irritation, separating just enough so you can talk but only just, eyes still zeroed in on your glistening mouth, his spit is smeared all over it and he loooooves how that looks.

"promise me you'll stop it?"

"i dont think you want me to" he states, not teasing, only matter of factly.

"what?"

"i mean, yeah- i followed you here, now you're sticking your tongue down my throat. i think its a pretty obvious conclusion here-"

your stomach drops, the words die at your throat, the shameful feeling you were trying to push down only burns all the more brighter on your skin, it morphs before your very eyes into something that makes you wild with need. almost like adrian grabbed this hidden part of you forcefully by the hand and pushed them out into the light before you could stop it.

its the terrifying notion you tried so hard to shove away, that you thrived in his nearly deranged unwavering attention, that you craved to have adrian trailing after you like a lost little puppy in need of love, you loved it, you fucking want it so bad it has you seeing bursting hearts over his head

theres a beat of silence before a helpless curse slips from your lips, before you pull him down to bite at his mouth once more, defeated and relinquished.

god, how the hell are you supposed to see adrian at work every day after this?

now that you know exactly how it feels when his hands circle around your waist and he clumsily pulls you flush against his body. now that you know what it feels like when adrian follows your lead with every swipe of your tongue agains his.

it's like you're turning a dial to the max inside his head, adrian responds in turn to your every bite and every kiss, progressively matching and then outmatching your already frantic rhythm until it makes you dizzy.

his hands wander aimlessly inside your shirt, his spit is making a home inside your mouth with how messily he slides his tongue over and past your lips.

adrian’s burying himself to the hilt inside you in some filthy bathroom, smiling into your mouth happily every time you cry his name, he's staring at you with the same intensity he always has only this time the shock of electricity that strikes up his back is coursing through him nonstop, and it's coming not only from the eye contact but from where the both of you meet, from where he keeps thrusting in with uncoordinated and unmeasured snaps of his hips until he hears your yelps getting louder.

"fuck! fuck! fuck!, adrian-" you whine, the urgency and the frenzied edge to his movements inside you have you brainless and already fucked out, at a loss for any coherent words that aren't his name and needy desperate moans.

"holy shit you're so noisy-" adrian mocks with a snicker, staking his final claim by bringing his digits up to your mouth, sliding two of them in until you're feeling them all the way down your throat and pressing over your tongue.

it's funny, that your coworkers and friends warned you about not giving him an in. adrian has seeped into you so badly, you're literally drowning and choking on him now.

[lottiebelles]

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.

[mymelodylvr]

someone make an edit of peacemaker/the 11th street kids to lost boys by phoebe bridgers pls and ty

[milkandmoss]

oh nothing, just rocky being so intrigued by ryland and you kissing

“physical human connection. purpose?”

grace practically leaps away from you, where you’re pressed against a lab table (forgotten taomeba scattered across various microscopes and slates, pushed aside to make way for the — admittedly, quite sexy — make-out that you and ryland were currently locked in on).

“rocky! jesus-!”

you slap your hands to your mouth (the mouth which a certain dr ryland grace was ravishing just seconds previously) and feel your cheeks go hot.

“oh my god.” you can’t seem to say anything else.

“display of affection, question? crew bond, question?”

grace blushing and you quickly butting in with a “oh- no… um…”

“courting gesture, question?”

ryland and you make eye contact. something heated flashes across his gaze, something which rocky can’t see, and you flush a deeper maroon. his mouth crooks into a lopsided smile, and you instantly look away (if you maintain eye contact, you would be in a lot of trouble. and probably wouldn’t sleep the rest of the night.)

of course he’d do that when you’re not in private.

his gaze not drifting from you, ryland grins. “yeah, something like that, bud.”

[glossykissies]

Adrian def takes role playing seriously. Like he’s extensively researching and practicing getting into character before…he doesn’t play about sex

LMAOOO he’s pausing the whole thing if he feels like you said something out of character. talking about “really try and feel what your character is feeling. a man has broken into your house and you’re already throwing yourself at him, you know? it’s taking me out of it. maybe try and reason with me a little. let’s go again.” like NO just fuck me

[glossykissies]

omgee i have such a vision of bunny packing adrian cute little lunches n putting a pink post it with a glitter gel pen n a cute note (n maybe a dirty polaroid) i love them

“whats that?” adebayo peers over curiously, lips tugged up in amusement when adrian pulls up in full vigilante gear, a cute little tin lunchbox in his grasp.

“a lunch box,” he shrugs a shoulder. “my girlfriend packed me it.” adrian elaborates, smile audible even with the mask on.

“is that hello kitty?” economos deadpans, holding back a snicker as adrian takes a seat inside the back of the truck — opening it up.

“its her special interest, asshole.” he defends like it’s obvious, beginning to pull things out one by one. “a banana, okaaay…” he lists, excitement in his tone. the gang stare in intrigue, genuinely wondering what you packed. “a scooby doo style sandwich. ugh, she just gets me.”

“are we ready to go, or what?” harcourt blinks, confused at the interest in his lunchbox.

“home-made cookies, a handwritten note…” adrian grins before plucking up the polaroid film, turning it around to look at it. “oh! a polaroid picture of her pussy! sh-weet!” he celebrates casually, his confession followed by the pained groans of the group.

[chaseadrian]

adrian chase who abhors bigotry and slaughters racists and has empathy for prostitutes and intuits his friends' needs and is desperate to meet another him. to meet someone who understands. who goes into the other room to cry and welcomes comfort when it's offered. adrian who cares for his friends' safety and makes sure eagly is never forgotten and tries to maintain relationships with daily phone calls.

adrian chase who is everything you could ever ask for and then some.

[cryptidfl1rt]

hazardous material

Pairing: Adrian Chase x bimbo(ish)!reader Summary: John has to grapple with the fact you've taken a liking to Adrian. Warnings + notes: Fluff, reader is ditzy but sciency smart (kinda like Elle Woods?), based off this request, Adrian basically falls in love at first sight and lowkey so does reader, reader implied to be shorter than John, contains peacemaker spoilers(vaguely)

John is known to overshare small and insignificant things about his life. He’s never had a girlfriend, he’s had crippling anxiety as a kid, he hasn’t been checked for testicular cancer in a long time, and he doesn’t like it when he has his balls in someones mouth. Some may say it was for safety, to protect his family and loved ones from being targeted- whether from shitty jokes or deadly surveillance. Even with having a job that keeps a low profile, A.R.G.U.S could be unpredictable- it was hard to find trust in that office.

So it was a big surprise when a beautiful, bubbly girl that looked nothing like him strolled right on into Checkmate with balloons, takeout, and flowers, claiming that she was his younger sister.

“Hello! I’m looking for my brother, John Economos- he’s a big guy, very natural beard, probably wearing a graphic t-shirt and a flannel, aviator glasses? We look exactly alike.” Your voice is sincere and cheery, impossibly bright demeanor for someone who’s visiting the office to see Economos of all people.

Harcourt squints her eyes, looking up and down at you in shock before nodding slowly. “He’s stationed right over there.” Her finger points towards the corner, where you can see your brother’s head above the cubicle, snacking on what you assume is Doritos while blissfully unaware of your presence.

You smile with your whole face, thanking her with a chipper tone as you beeline towards him. Harcourt and Adebayo watch as your skirt flounces with each click-clack of your heels echoing throughout the quiet space. 

“What the kind of business does a girl like that have to do with John?”

“She said he was her sister- I’ve worked with him for years and he has never mentioned a sister.”

“There’s no way they’re actually related.”

They watch intently as you tap him on the shoulder, startling him as chip crumbs fly across his desk. He turns around, irritated before slipping into a relaxed smile, standing up to give you a… secret handshake??

John Economos has had a sister this whole time and they’re actually close? Close enough to have a fucking handshake? Ads and Harcourt’s faces screw up in confusion as they watch the interaction unfold.

Although you know he isn’t one for physical touch, he still pulls you in for an awkward hug, lightly gripping your shoulder in affection because, yes, while his brain is wired weird, he does still love his sister and it does feel good to be reminded that he is cared for. You know him well enough to appreciate his telltale signs of affection, and the gesture makes you soften as you part from him. 

“Congratulations on the new job! I hope this means I can visit regularly.” You place the flowers on his desk and clip the balloon on his hoodie, giggling as it moves slightly with his motions.

“I mean, it’s better than the big A- there’s definitely other things to worry about here though.” His voice trails off, eyeing Ads and Harcourt from across the room, who quickly shuffle to look busy before returning their gaze. “You didn’t have to come, y’know. I could have met with you at, wherever you got this stuff.”

“Well I know that, but it was last minute and I wanted to bring you stuff cause I know your desk would look like-“ You pause, skimming over the cubicle that had a calendar on the side, a photo from what seemed like a post-mission victory with other people, and a flimsy plastic succulent along with the mug you had gifted him for his birthday last year, filled with bic pens and Dixon pencils. “That. I just wanted to liven things up a little. Plus, I haven’t seen you in like a month!”

The corners of his mouth just turn slightly, standing awkwardly as he watches you rummage around his desk. “I am really grateful you came by but I don’t know how to process it without sweating.”

You roll your eyes, unpacking the lunch you brought before handing him his plate. “You can’t process anything without sweating!” The giggle you let out is infectious. Ads and Harcourt can’t help but snicker, not even bothering to turn their heads the second time when John sends them a glare. 

“Can you two not?”

Ads shakes her head, putting her hands up in surrender. “Sorry man, it’s just- you never mentioned having a sister before so this is really… surprising.”

John freezes, shifting nervously as you turn around, a frown tugging at your lips. “You’ve never talked about me?”

“I don’t like talking about my personal life and I don’t like it when people make you the butt of the jokes when I finally do mention you.” For a good period of time, John had heard a handful of untasteful jokes about you when he had finally shown someone at his old job a picture of you both during your graduation.

“You told us about your balls when you had basically first met Ads.” 

“That was Chris’s fault and it was self defense.”

“Was it about the testicular cancer thing? I told you that you need to get it checked out- I swear it runs in our dads side or something.”

Harcourt is nearly stunned in silence, watching you two interact was like, something totally fake or ai-generated. You were nothing like him. Your hair was perfectly cut and styled, nails painted pretty pink, and your outfits were so… bright. It’s like pink sparkles and rainbows followed you everywhere you went.

“Are you two like, fully related?”

You look at Harcourt like she’d fucking stupid- looking at John and looking at yourself before nodding. “Uh, yeah. Can’t you tell? We literally look exactly alike.”

Ads almost laughed- thinking it was a joke, but the sound never leaves her mouth at the absolute honesty in your voice. Your face was completely serious- as if what you said was complete and utter fact.

Harcourt does nothing but nod. “Right. I guess I wasn’t seeing it before but I am now.” The look she shares with Ads is unsure, but she doesn’t question further. 

John lets you rattle on about random things going on. How none of your lab partners can do anything right, how irritating your job is, and how despite working the absolute hardest on everything, no one has been taking you seriously. Sure, you’ll forget what day it is and forget California isn’t a country- but who cares about that? 

It clicks in Harcourt’s head that you’re a total ditz, where you excelled in social interaction must mean you lack in basic knowledge. How the hell can someone think of California as a whole fucking state?

As you walk off, waving goodbye to everyone in the office (which was still just Ads and Harcourt) beaming with a cheery smile, Harcourt does exactly what John fears the second you close the door.

“Can’t believe you never talked about your bimbo sister.”

John’s voice is back to it’s cut and dry tone, slightly glaring at Harcourt before he takes one last bite of his lunch. “She may be a little clueless, but she’s not a bimbo. I mean yeah if you consider all the-“ He motions his hand with a wave, pursing his lips as he thinks of a good way to describe it. “The glitter and pink.”

Ads raises a brow. “She thought California was a country, John.”

“Ok yeah. She can be a little clueless but she’s not dumb. She made this weird, exothermic contraption in like eighth grade that set off the fire alarm. She’s always had this insane talent with science. She’s pretty good with tech too, but she just dabbled because I did.”

It’s probably a little misogynistic in the way Harcourt doesn’t believe him at first- but John gives her no probable reason to doubt, and John normally doesn’t defend anyone with such sharpness. “She just, doesn’t really talk like someone who would know that stuff. Not really any need to present smarter when you just are.”

“Why don’t you offer her a position here then? Someone good with that could be really useful here.”

John taps his fingers on the desk, once, twice, before shaking his head. “You guys are too fucked up for her. She deserves to live a normal life and I don’t think she’ll achieve that here.”

“Why not? I mean, she clearly hates her other job and isn’t getting along with people. I need someone here that isn’t such a Debbie downer.” Ads looks at Harcourt apologetically, unsure if she offended her in the process.

“Ads is right- she could be a valuable asset and she’d be treated well here. Adrian has enough blood money to probably keep her employed for the rest of her life too. With health insurance.”

“She’d be valued here.”

The last statement is what has the gears turning in Johns head. You had been complaining about your job for months- disappointed with the fact that even with your multiple degrees and feats within your workplace, everyone treats you condescendingly and you’ve been thinking about finding a different job anyways. All you really wanted was to make enough money and have a space to conduct research- and the lab here is already collecting dust from the lack of use besides Chris and Adrian making a baking soda volcano when they’re bored.

“I’ll think about it.”

Triumphantly, Ads and Harcourt give each other a silent, subtle fist bump. You’ll be Checkmates most valued employee by the end of this month. 

-

Adrian doesn’t have the blessing of meeting you until you visit Checkmate again a week later, lunch in hand and same happy smile beaming as you walk through the doors. You greet Harcourt with enthusiasm, hugging her like you’ve known her for years, and she lets you. Your unwavering positivity and sweet perfume leave even her bending to your whims.

“He’s not here right now, he’ll be in a meeting and out and about for a while, but if you have time you can totally hang out at his desk til he gets here.”

“I got time! I quit my job today so I’m actually just… um.” You look down dejectedly. “I don’t know. In need of company I guess.”

The blonde’s face slightly softens. “I’m sorry to hear that. If you want-“ she hesitates, almost considering John’s fears of letting you work here before continuing. “We could really value someone with your skillset. In both science and social.”

As if someone shooed the rain cloud above your head, you brighten instantly. “Really? Could I build things here? We could run assays and thermal tests and solvent profiling-“ You cover your mouth slightly, stopping yourself before you get too excited. “As long as you don’t mind glitter everywhere! It’s actually mica powder, not glittery plastic. My work keeps saying it’s a ‘liability’ but it’s literally a mineral? I don’t think they have any idea what they’re talking about ever. We’re not even dealing with stuff that’ll be effected by a little sparkle.

The longer you talk, the sharper your words get. It’s not a complete turnaround, your bubbly charm still persists as you talk about basal cleavage and thermal stability. “Mica’s cleavage planes make it really hard for it to interfere with any of our labs unless what we’re dealing with is extremely sensitive- which most of the time it’s not. Honestly, their b.o would probably do more damage than mica powder.” You shudder, thinking about your last coworker who probably couldn’t wear deodorant if a gun was pointed to his head.

“It’s totally non-flammable too. Perfect Basal cleavage too- you can split them into thin sheets that are tough and flexible. Overall a great mineral- but nooo glitter and whimsy is too much for the people at my work.”

Harcourt’s face turns from confusion to amusement, just barely keeping up with your words before it morphes into something more akin to respect.

“You talk like glitter, but you think like a textbook.” 

Like a flower on a sunny day, your face blooms with gratitude as you smile. “Thank you! That’s the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me!”

Harcourt’s head tilts, lips pursing as she looks at you. “They really didn’t see any of this? You really do talk like you know your shit.” 

You shrug, puckering your lips into a pout as you think. “They liked my results, but they didn’t really like me, I guess. I think the pink bothered them”

“Well, people here don’t mind pink.” 

A beat passes, you’re standing there looking at Harcourt questioningly, as if she had uttered out hieroglyphs. 

“And the lab could really use someone that knows what they’re doing.”

You nearly blind Harcourt with how bright your expression gets, bombarding her with questions at the offer.

“Seriously? You wouldn’t mind it at all? I have a pink lab coat and I have a bedazzled one with rhinestones too! I didn’t even bring any of my stuff- could my office be next to a window?”

Harcourt laughs- your talkative nature and rambling about knowledge is reminiscent of another teammate. Except, compared to Adrian, you actually know what the hell you’re talking about.

The universe must have been listening in on her thoughts, the man stumbles into the office with a box of files, grinning as he places it on the front table with a thud.

“I got the last of the files! Please don’t tell me you’re going to put me in the back alone again- I haven’t eaten anything all day and,” Adrian’s gaze just barely passes over you to look at Harcourt, before whipping his head right back to you and pausing.

Speechless. It’s the first time Harcourt has ever seen Adrian stunned into silence. His mouth opens and closes, mind running a mile a minute as he figures out what to say. You beat him to it sticking out your hand to him while introducing yourself, pink glossy lips hypnotizing him as you talk.

“Hi!”

“Hey. Hi! Hello.” Adrian’s voice squeaks as he clears his throat, voice changing with every greeting. “Are you new?”

“We just offered her a job here. She’s Economos’s younger sister.”

“Economos? Holy shit he’s like my best friend- we used to call everyday, but now we work together so he doesn’t answer them as often.”

Your mind briefly remembers Economos complaining about him- he must’ve been the guy that pestered him about animal facts.

“Oh! I think I remember- you’re the owl expert.” 

He nearly melts at the recognition, spurring on with his usual energy. 

“Yeah! And also manta rays, and crows, and owls.” He repeats owls again, brain revving too fast to be able to catch himself, finding himself lost in the scent of your perfume and how bright your teeth are.

“You already said-“

“Different types of owls.” 

It was a horrible catch, but you didn’t seem to pay any mind as you clasp your hands together in excitement. “That’s so cool! Did you know that they can turn their heads all the way around because their eyes don’t move around like ours? It’s wild”

He nods in agreement. “Yes. Same. So wild- yes.”

You continue with enthusiasm, walking over to in the direction of his office as he trails behind you mindlessly while you ask him questions. “John never told me your name- he didn’t mention you were so handsome either!”

The tips of Adrian’s ears turn pink at the compliment, entirely affected by it despite it being a casual comment for you. You’re nearly skipping along the floor, stopping suddenly before turning around. “I just realized I have no idea where I’m going.”

Adrian’s quick to veer you towards his cubicle, hand settling on the small of your back as he speedwalks. “Lets go to my desk! Or I can show you around since you might be working here- I can show you the lab here. It’s so sick. No one really uses it besides me and Chris when we’re bored.”

“Oh nice! What do you guys normally do in there?”

“Oh- uh tons of science-y things. You’d love it. Chris isn’t in today but I have enough knowledge to be able to cover all the bases. I’m more of an animal science person though. Totally.” 

Ads joins Harcourt at her desk once again, a snicker leaving her lips as she watches your conversation between Adrian go on. “He’s about to pass out.” 

Harcourt kisses her teeth, shaking her head in response. “He’s about to imprint on her like a baby duck.”

Your conversation with Adrian helps the time go by fast- you’re so caught up in his reciprocated enthusiasm and the way his curls frame his face and how dorky he looks when he pushes his glasses up in the middle that you don’t process the heavy footsteps nearing you both.

John squints, as if he couldn’t believe the sight before him before shaking his head profusely. “No. Hell no.”

At the sound of his voice, you turn around to greet John with a bright smile, which quickly fades at his accusatory finger stabbing into  Adrian. “Fuck. No. You need to stay away from her.”

You furrow your brows, putting a hand on his chest to get him to back up. “Why? We’ve become best friends! He’s kept such good company while I was waiting for you.”

Adrian brightens as if he’s been knighted. “Yeah! You never told me your sister was so cool! And smart! She just showed me all of her notes and the things she works on and it’s like- a whole different language.”

Warmth blooms in your chest at the recognition- nobody had really recognized you for your brain first and foremost besides select professors and a few girls you had met in college. As much as you liked being eye-catching for your style, it’s exciting to see someone be as passionate about your work as you are. 

It feels nice.

Really, really nice.

John, however, feels like his world is crumbling as he shakes his head in a panic. “She showed you her notes? Her notes notes?” “Yeah! They had a bunch of sparkles and equations and graphs- I totally couldn’t understand anything but she said she could teach me! And that I could help her in the lab!”

“Absolutely not.”

“John, please. I really like him! He’s so nice and he’s enthusiastic about learning!”

The groan he lets out almost startles you- it’s almost as if his soul left his body.

“You don’t understand, he’s like, a ticking time bomb. He will kill you on accident.”

Adrian’s tone is sharp, cutting through as he stands up.“Hey! I take great offense to that! I’m extremely careful in all my endeavors.”

“You blew up the microwave two days ago.”

Adrian sputters as you look over at him questioningly. “That- that was science!”

Harcourt adds, not looking up from her cubicle. “It was a hot pocket, Adrian.”

It’s hard to bite back a smile, unsure if they were joking or not (they weren’t), the banter between you two only made you want to work at Checkmate more as they argue. 

Adrian spins around, pointing a finger at her accusingly as he defends himself. “It said ‘heat thoroughly’ How was I supposed to know that didn’t mean seven minutes on high?”

Ads sighs. “Reading the instructions fully? Common sense?”

Adrian turns back around to you with a pouty look as if knowing you would be the only one to understand him. “It wasn’t my fault! I swear I’m so, so careful.” 

You wonder what he’d look like pouting for someone else, and you bite your lip, unable to contain your laugh. Adrian swears he can feel his knees buckle at the sound of it. You swat John’s arm affectionately, “C’mon! What’s the harm? He’s been so nice and he’s so funny! I like him.” 

Adrian’s smile is practically taunting John. “She likes me.”

It’s as if you had stabbed him with a million knives, the pained look on his face grows in contempt as he tries to be firm. “No. Nope- no. This is like my nightmare. You-“ he points another finger at Adrian. “Are a hazard.”

“A hazard? I save lives- I have a job! I’m a very capable adult.” 

“You set your own sleeve on fire because you forgot you warmed up a mug of tea with the fucking spoon still inside of it.”

You gasp in concern, planting your hand on Adrian’s shoulder. “Oh no! Are you okay?”

“YES! Totally fine- it’s nothing compared to some other stuff I’ve gotten into.” 

John scoffs as he snarls at Adrian. “Yeah, at the cost of your stupidity.”

Adrian recoils, the jab hitting a little personally as he looks around at his desk in embarrassment. Your heart tightens. Sure, he might be a little awkward and not all there in the head, but so were you sometimes! At least, that’s what your roommates tell you when you forget your keys for the millionth time. In an instant, your hand moves down to his forearm to ground him. His breathe hitches, staring at your hand and up at you as you stand across from your brother, eyes locked onto his firmly as you quietly contest against him. 

John notices. He notices the way you softly look at him, and the way Adrian puffs up his chest in confidence at the sight of it, and he can feel his internal system circuiting. 

“No. NO. You do not get to defend this guy- you barely know him! He’s a danger to himself.” 

Ads can’t help but agree, crossing her arms as she nods. “He’s right, Adrian.”

“I didn’t know the spoon was metal- it looked neutral!”

Harcourt pinches the bridge of her nose. “The spoon was shiny, Adrian, why would the spoon need to be there in the first place? Who warms up anything with cutlery, metal or not?” 

You giggle, thumb rubbing against Adrian’s forearm affectionately as he looks up at you like you hung the stars.

“Of all people, why him? I’d seriously have-“

For the first time in a long time, you interrupt John with a sternness, “John, stop being mean. You’re embarrassing him.”

Like when you were kids, you and John bicker back and forth, spiraling from job safety to Adrian safety, and all Harcourt and Adebayo can do is watch in amusement and Adrian sits silently, watching the retorts bounce between you and your brother. He turns his head over to Harcourt and Ads’s direction , careful to not disturb your argument, quietly mouthing ‘she’s touching me’ with a pumped fist in the air. Adebayo graces him with pursed lips and a thumbs up of encouragement before tuning back into your bickering with John. 

Your hand squeezes his forearm again, more for your comfort than his, as you glare at your brother. “You’re being so dramatic! You’ve always been such a diva and I know you’re concerned- but I haven’t found a friend like this since, like-“ your mouth smacks, clicking your tongue at the roof of your mouth, making that noise that John hates. “Like college!”

“Don’t touch him- you’re making it worse!”

Adrian blurts suddenly, “I like it when she touches me.”

Silence fills the room, John looks like he’s about to blow his brains out while Ads and Harcourt watch you three like a nature documentary. 

In a panic, Adrian sputters over his words as he continues. “I mean not- not like that- unless you wanted it to mean like that- but I didn’t mean-“

John looks up to the ceiling, dragging a hand down his face as he prays to whatever god might be out there to take him now.

“I just meant that you’re very grounding!” 

You look at him quizzically, tilting your head as you look down at him. “Because of the science thing?”

“Yes.” Adrian lies, poorly. “Because of the science thing.”

You don’t seem to mind, in fact, you’re reveling in the way he seems to stutter under your touch, you squeeze his arm again, watching how he freezes up and how his eyes flit nervously between you and John. “I just- I mean like you’re stabilizing. Like how uh- energy?? Like.. what did you say earlier about valent bonds…”

“Valence bonds.”

“Yeah! Like a uh… when you said atoms pair up to make things stable right?

“Are you calling me a perfect ion?”

John’s groan interrupts Adrian before he can respond. “Can you guys quit it? You’re seriously talking about ionic bonds right now?”

You turn around, raising a brow at his interruption. “What’s wrong with ionic bonds?”

“Everything! You really want to end up as this guys babysitter? You could get seriously hurt.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t defend Adrian,” Adebayo sneaks into the conversation, hand lightly touching John’s shoulder to ground him slightly. “But- while Adrian is normally not careful with himself, he’s extremely cautious whenever it comes to others.” Ads looks at Adrian affectionately, “He’s sacrificed himself more times than I can count.”

John closes his eyes, attempting to think for a half-baked retort about Adrian’s impulsiveness, but the image of him throwing a grenade to save him and Chris flashes across his mind, the quickness in which he dove after the White Dragon right as he was about to kill Chris. The shots he would take for Harcourt and Chris when they infiltrated the butterfly farm- and even the stupid “alligators in the sewer system” he thought about instead of flushing his drugs like a normal fucking person. 

With a defeated sigh, John relents and sits down at his desk. “Whatever. Fine- just don’t talk flirty with ions in front of me. It makes me want to throw up.”

You nearly jump in glee, throwing your arms around John’s midsection in excitement as he grudgingly pats your back. Adrian seems completely unphased by the glare John gives you behind your back as you rattle on about what your first experiment is going to be to “break in” the lab.

You yank onto Adrian’s sleeve, completely uncaring to the fact that he should be working as you drag him to the lab. “Do you have a favorite color? I can bedazzle you a new lab coat- did you know that rhinestones are heat-resistant to 330 degrees?”

“That’s so sick! You think you could make me a teal one?”

“Duh! It would be so cute! We’d be like Barbie and Ken!" Adrian nearly misses the comment, entranced at the thought of you both blowing up the lab in shiny lab coats.

The conversation dies off in the hallway as you both turn the corner, leaving John exasperated as he rubs his forehead. 

Ads snickers, patting his shoulder and shaking him slightly. “I see an new in-law in your future.”

[emmiekittie]

This is very Adrian Chase to me

[strangelure]

lingerie shopping with Adrian. i can’t imagine someone being more out of place than him😭 you’d try to be like sexy and stuff, picking out the most flattering colors and fabrics and he’s instead figuring out the practicality of it😔 he’d suggest a dark green one because you could technically camouflage in that😔

the camouflage PLEASE LMAO you get excited about one and hand it to him, he holds them up with his index and thumb and squints "aren't you gonna get cold in these?" or maybe you do a little show for him in the dressing room, acting all sexy but he just twists his mouth in disapproval "i dont think these are doing their job correctly, like- your whole boobs are out right now"

[strangelure]

have you seen project hail mary ? i feel like adrian would get so geeked about it

YES OMG this ask is so validating it's exactly what i was thinking of the first time i watched it tooooo lmao 😭 i just know adrian would love rocky sm, like a lot. hes quoting "amaze. amaze. amaze" all the time

[residentsuperhero]

no fool for discretion

synopsis: Sometimes, dating Adrian Chase means sneaking through basement windows because he really wants you to see his secret basement and really doesn't want you to meet his mom.

gif by @/chaseadrian

pairing: adrian chase x reader tags: 18+!, smut, established relationship, (protected) sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, humor, fluff, quiet sex, hand gagging, mild sensory deprivation, not fully sub or fully dom adrian but a secret third thing, overstimulation, biting word count: 5.8k notes: brought to you by this request! title from the song "big dumb sex" by soundgarden which I firmly believe Adrian would like because it reminds him of all the glam metal songs about sex that Peacemaker likes but it has none of the subtext.

“Honestly, I’m kind of looking forward to meeting your mom!”

Adrian slammed on the brakes so hard you had to brace your hand against the dashboard, your seatbelt cutting tight across your skin. His eyes were wide, a grimace of pure panic on his lips.

“You can’t meet my mom!”

You blinked back at him. “Sorry?”

“There’s no fucking way you’re meeting my mom,” he said again, his tone firmer this time, but not any more elucidating than the last outburst. 

“I don’t understand. Aren’t we going to your house?” you asked.

“Yes.”

“A house you live in with your mother?”

“Also yes.”

“Is she home?”

“Probably!”

“But I can’t meet her?”

“Fuck no!”

You stared back at your boyfriend who looked like he might throw up at any second. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel. A blaring horn behind you made you nearly jump out of your skin, and when you looked in the rearview there was a line of cars held up behind you. Right. Because Adrian had stopped in the middle of a busy road. Adrian, however, suddenly no longer seemed to be in a rush to get home.

You put your hand on his forearm. “Ade, you gotta drive.”

“Okay,” he managed, voice a ragged whisper. He pried his foot off the gas and then proceeded to drive a blazing 25mph the entire rest of the way. You waited until the Seabring was parked on a cute, tree-lined neighborhood street to speak again.

“I’m not going to lie, I’m a little offended you don’t want me to meet your mom,” you said finally. Adrian laughed, doubling over so sharply you were afraid he was going to smack his face on the steering wheel.

“She’s the one who should be offended. She’s a total fucking bitch and I don’t want you to meet her because I don’t want her to, like, get her stupidness all over you.”

“Babe…” you breathed. “Respectfully, what the fuck?”

Adrian raked his hands over his face. “You don’t get it.”

“Okay. You’re right. I don’t think I get it,” you agreed. You laid a hand on his arm. “But, clearly it’s stressing you out. So, decision made, easy peasy!”

Adrian peeked at you from behind his hands. “Yeah?”

“Yeah! Although…” you hesitated to ask because you could only imagine you weren’t going to like the answer. “How are we going to get in without your mom finding out?”

“You’re lucky I love you,” you grumbled, wiggling in his grasp. “Your hand is so far up my ass I’m starting to feel like a puppet.”

“Just let go of the window sill!” Adrian hissed. “I’ve got you, I’m not going to let you fall.”

You groaned and finally relented, knowing for a fact that Adrian did not have you. But the boy was going to have to learn his lesson the hard way, you supposed. The two of you fell into a tangled heap, your elbow landing squarely in his ribs, his knee striking against your hip in a surge of pain, your forehead colliding with his chin.

“Ow fuck – ow, ow, fucking hell, Adrian,” you grumbled, trying to gain any sort of leverage, but your hands were sinking into some sort of fabric over and over again on either side of Adrian while he tried to get his hands in between you, making sure you weren’t injured.

“Sorry! Sorry, are you okay? Are you alright? Speak so I know you’re not concussed!” Adrian said, scrambling. You rolled your eyes and batted his hand away.

“I’m fine,” you grumbled. “That is not how you check for a concussion, by the way.”

“What…what is this?” you asked. Whatever it was groaned under your weight as you struggled to your knees. “Is this a futon? Why do you have a futon in your basement?”

You climbed off of him with a bit of difficulty before you turned your attention towards the rest of the basement. “What the f – ”

Adrian clapped a hand over your mouth from behind. He was blazingly warm against your back, his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist like he was afraid you were going to run. You swayed slightly in his arms as you regained steady footing, your balance entirely thrown off by his sudden seizure of you. You nipped at his palm gently and he let you go. You turned to find his wide eyes focused on his slightly wet palm.

“Care to explain the drugs, Adrian?” you asked, this time managing to keep a lid on your volume.

He simply shrugged. “What do you mean? Where else would I put it?”

“Where did this all come from?” you asked, turning to look at it all again – pallets of drugs (was that fucking cocaine?) and what had to be millions of dollars, carefully banded and stacked in various places. You reached out to run your hand across the money but Adrian batted your hand away.

“That’s blood money, don’t touch it!”

“Where did all this come from, Adrian?”

“What, you think I’d just leave drugs and cash at crime scenes where anyone could take it? Like corrupt fucking police? Absolutely not,” he asserted, crossing his arms over his chest. “Can’t believe you think I should let the cops have all this.”

“I never said that, Adrian!” you exclaimed. “First and foremost, fuck the police – ”

“Fuck the police,” Adrian agreed with a thoughtful nod. 

“Secondly! I just can’t believe you never told me about this! I thought that we tell each other everything? I mean, you told me you were Vigilante on our first date.”

“Second date.”

“Adrian, we’ve been over this, having sex after a first date does not count as a second date.”

“Agree to disagree.” He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. “And it’s not my fault your pussy is like my personal truth serum.”

“Adrian…”

His face contorted. “What, is that a weird thing to say?”

“It’s not really a normal thing…” 

“Whatever,” he pouted. “You don’t get it.”

“Come on, Ade, you were so excited to show me your basement. So give me the grand tour.”

“Fine,” he huffed. He crossed to a workbench and gestured at it vaguely. “These are my power tools. Over there is my wall of chemicals. Tour concluded.”

“Adrian,” you groaned.

“What?” he snipped. “You wanted the tour – there it is!”

“I cannot believe you made me shimmy through a window for that.”

“Yeah, well, sorry it’s disappointing.” It was said in a way in which you knew he was not sorry at all. He was being petulant. 

“It’s not disappointing, it's just…a lot for me to take in. I’m very interested in it!”

“Uh huh,” Adrian mumbled, mindlessly thumbing through what appeared to be a box full of pocket knives?

Well, you could be petulant too.

“Fine!” you proclaimed, hands on your hips. Adrian rolled his eyes and you bit back a grin before climbing up onto the futon. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going back out the window,” you explained with a nonchalant glance over your shoulder at him. He was looking up at you with those big eyes of his and you almost caved instantly. It would be so easy to climb down, wrap your arms around him, kiss the grumpiness right off of his handsome face. But you liked teasing him so much more. 

So you stretched up, desperately trying to hook your fingers into the windowsill that was just out of reach.

“You’re not going to be able to reach that,” Adrian said matter-of-factly.

“Watch me,” you countered, wedging your tongue between your teeth as you tried to will yourself taller out of pure spite. 

“Do you think you’re magically going to get taller or…?” Adrian asked like he could read your goddamn mind.

“Be quiet, Adrian, I’m concentrating,” you snipped back. You rolled up onto your tiptoes but the physics of standing on a soft surface made that change negligible. You dropped your arms down with a huff and jumped off the futon.

“Okay, I’m using the door!” 

“What?” Adrian gasped, lunging for you as you feinted towards the basement door. You laughed in delight as he grabbed you by the waist and yanked you backwards onto the futon, pinning you beneath him.

“Oh no! You caught me!” you wheezed out, all the air knocked out of your lungs.

Adrian’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Were you really going to go out the door?”

“Well, well, look at the situation we find ourselves in,” you commented drily, ignoring the question, batting your eyelashes at Adrian. 

“If you don’t answer my questions just know I know a lot of really effective torture techniques,” Adrian said lowly, a familiar hunger already creeping into his expression. You ran your fingers through his curls, dragging your nails against his scalp. “Are you trying to distract me?” 

“Me? Never,” you murmured. He shivered against you and you gave his hair a testing pull. His mouth dropped open slightly and you took the opportunity to sweep your tongue across his lower lip. He whimpered into your mouth as his hips rolled against yours instinctively. 

“Someone’s eager,” you assessed, grasping at his shirt and trying to untuck it from his jeans. “What did it, the puppet thing? Threatening to torture me? Tackling me onto your weird sex futon?”

“It is not a weird sex futon! Just a regular futon!” Adrian laughed against your neck and then winced. “Stop making me laugh, I can feel it in my dick.”

You hooked a leg over his hip. “Then maybe you ought to do something with that dick of yours.”

“I really want to have sex with you right now,” Adrian began.

“Why do I feel like there’s a but coming – ”

“Butts can’t come,” Adrian snickered. Then he shook his head like a hapless puppy, his curls tossing about. God he was such a dork sometimes. But he was your dork. “Though, I do sometimes feel like I could come just by looking at yours.”

You narrowed your gaze at him despite how adorably stupid he was being. “Just say it, Adrian. Why can’t we have sex right now?”

“The thing is…you’re kind of loud?” Adrian said with a wince. Then his eyebrows lifted. “And I love that about you. I love how loud you are. I love thinking about how if we lived in Metropolis Superman for sure would have heard us having sex and he’d be so fucking jealous. Thinking about it right now actually is making me, uh, a little hard – ”

“Adrian!”

“I’m just being honest!” he huffed. You decided not to comment on exactly who was the loud one in the relationship because you knew he would take it as a challenge and you liked hearing all the little pathetic sounds he’d make. He pushed his glasses up his nose only for them to slide right back down again as he looked down at you. “My mom cannot hear us.”

You nodded slightly. “I understand that that might be embarrassing for you. We don’t have to.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be embarrassed!” he said, eyes wide. “I just don’t want her to know you’re here. Because if she hears us then she’ll ask who you are, and then she’ll want to know how we met and if we want snacks and if you’re staying for dinner and it’s a whole fucking thing.”

“Ade, that sounds very normal.” You propped yourself up slightly on your elbows. You hooked a finger into the collar of his rugby shirt. “What if I promise to be quieter than a church mouse?”

“What does that mean? I don’t really have a reference point for how quiet that is?” he replied, his tone tinged with the beginnings of a classic Adrian spiral. “On a scale of like 1 to 10 where 1 is – ”

You interrupted him with a kiss, your tongue wasting no time dipping into his already open mouth. He came alive, wriggling against you, hands grabbing hold of your biceps, grip tight, muscles taut and somewhere between pushing you away and pulling you even closer.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he murmured against your lips. 

“It’s just an expression, love,” you replied, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose. Then you narrowed your gaze slightly, squinting to study the color of his eyes up so close. In the dark basement his pupils threatened to swallow the dark green whole. Well, the darkness and your hand that had slipped below the waist of his jeans probably had something to do with it too. 

“How about if I get too loud then you just put your hand here,” you instructed, bringing his hand over your mouth and pressing it firmly. 

“Okay,” Adrian said, practically drooling. “I think I can do that.”

“Well then, problem solved!”

You were working to shimmy his jeans down slightly when he grabbed you by the wrist. 

“I wanna go down on you,” he breathed.

You kissed the corner of his mouth. “Okay. We can do both things…unless you’re in a rush for some reason?”

“It’s just that if you keep touching my dick like that I’m going to come in my pants, and I really want to put it in you,” he said, practically a whisper. There was absolutely zero reason for that sentence to be as hot as it was.

“Why is it that you seem like you’re begging every single time even though we’ve had sex a lot, Adrian,” you teased gently, brushing a stray curl out of his face. 

“What if you change your mind, hm?” Adrian asked, dipping his head so you could scratch your fingers across his scalp. “What if one day you wake up and you’re like, oh gosh, I never want to have sex with that weirdo ever again?”

“First of all, being a weirdo is strangely part of your charm,” you replied, pausing to kiss his forehead. “Second of all, I do think you’ve ruined me for life. You dick game is incomprehensibly good and you’ve literally made me go temporarily blind with your head between my legs. I don’t want to have sex with anyone but you.”

“Not even Peacemaker? Because I really couldn’t blame you if you did want to have sex with him. Trust me, I get it, he’s kind of a perfect human man,” Adrian insisted like he was rationalizing in an argument he was having with only himself. His lips pursed. “Although he is kind of all hard edges so having sex with him is kinda sharp which you might not like.”

You were already reaching between the two of you to undo your button-down shirt. 

“Not even Peacemaker,” you affirmed. Adrian seemed to wrestle against his own grin, both pleased as punch that you didn’t want to have sex with anyone but him, and also a bit insulted that you didn’t want to have sex with his favorite person in the world. 

Tugging your shirt open, you guided his hands up to the front clasp of your bra and used his fingers to flick it open. Whatever logic war was raging in his brain was struck silent by the sight of your breasts. Maybe it was an unfair hand to play, but you wanted your boyfriend to stop thinking about his best friend and start thinking a little more about fucking you senseless. 

He wasted no time taking each of your nipples into his mouth in turn, because, as always, he insisted it was only fair for them both to get the same amount of attention. Though you’d never asked, you were fairly certain Adrian had been the type of kid to make sure each toy got the same amount of playtime so that no one toy felt left out.

He swapped his mouth for his hand on your chest and kissed his way down the rest of your body. He deftly yanked your pants and underwear down, kissing the inside of your knees as he peeled them the rest of the way off your body. In his eagerness to get down between your legs he scooted down the futon, his boot kicked one of the metal shelves behind him. The whole unit swayed slightly, the metal ringing out in a resonant sound. 

“Adrian?” A woman’s voice called from upstairs. You froze, but Adrian wasn’t deterred. “Are you down there, sweetie?”

Adrian’s mouth was decidedly preoccupied between your legs so he didn’t answer – it was a good thing, because it probably would have involved some absolutely blatant response about the fact that he was, in fact, down there. You pushed at his head but he only looked up at you with a hungry glint in his eyes as he dragged his tongue through your folds, painfully slowly. You hissed in response and he moved his hips slightly against the futon, settling in for a hearty meal. When Adrian ate you out it was almost always multiple courses, a real fine dining experience. 

He hadn’t even put his fingers in you yet – just used one hand to spread you open wider for him while the other still played with your breasts, alternating between them, pinching and palming and scratching. His face was pressed so firmly between your legs, his tongue so deep into you you wondered if he was trying to eat his way to your heart. 

“Jesus, Adrian!” you whispered, your heel kicking at his hip, trying to get him to ease up a little. But he was hyper focused, like he was speedrunning his way to your orgasm. He moved, wrapping his arms around your thighs, pinning your hips down as they tried to wriggle away from him for just a little reprieve. 

You heard footsteps on the stairs and you dug your heels into the futon, trying to pry yourself loose from his perfect, stupid fucking mouth. Instead, he traced his teeth over your sensitive clit and you came hard suddenly. You clapped your own hand over your mouth and Adrian batted it away. You managed to stay quiet, the only sound your own ragged breath in the quiet of the basement and the wet, obscene noise of Adrian’s mouth against you.

Except Adrian continued his ministrations between your legs, letting up with his mouth only to look up at you and grin while he slowly slid two fingers into you. He had that calculated look in his eye again and you knew he was studying you. He liked knowing exactly how each movement, each touch affected you. He crooked his fingers inside you, watching closely as you bit down hard on your lower lip in a desperate bid to stay quiet.

He was doing it on purpose. He wanted an excuse. 

You hated giving him what he wanted so easily when he was being a menace but you could taste your own blood on your tongue and he used his other hand to rub at your clit while he kissed your hip bone. A noise squeaked out past your lips and Adrian’s grin grew into a full fledged smile, the kind where you could see all his teeth. The kind that was both predatory and full of genuine delight. 

He moved his fingers faster, pushed deeper, bit hard at your hip, bruising the skin. You fumbled for his head but you could barely see straight. You managed to pull a fistfull of hair but it only made him giggle before he lapped at your cunt and made you come undone all over again. 

“Adrian!” you hissed through the rheumy film of your orgasm. Adrian pulled his fingers free and popped them straight into his mouth and pure, wet want flooded your own. 

“Adrian?” There was a knock at the basement door. You clapped your hands over your burning face but Adrian just seemed annoyed.

“Fuck off, mom!” he called, sliding his way up your body to bite at the sensitive spot below your ear. He loosely pressed his hand over your lips and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or pissed. When the friction of his jeans between your legs almost made you sob against his hand, you settled on grateful. 

“Do you have a friend in there with you?” his mom asked. “Should I make some snacks?”

“Jesus fucking – no, mom!” he whined, even as he rolled his hips against you. He grabbed at your breast with his free hand again and you bit his hand in retaliation. 

“Ow!” 

“Are you okay, honey? Please tell me you’re not giving yourself stitches in there again!” his mom continued. She seemed kind of sweet – what the hell was Adrian’s deal?

“Your mom seems nice,” you managed, free of his hand. 

“Stop getting ideas, I can see you getting an idea right now!” Adrian protested, pinning your hands above your head and silencing your mouth with a kiss.

“Adrian, hon, who are you talking to? Is that…is that a girl in there?” His mother’s voice noticeably ascended the scale in pitch and Adrian swallowed your laugh, your shoulders shaking silently. 

“I’m talking to my bros in the Fortnite lobby, Jesus fucking Christ! Can you hop off my dick for like five seconds, please?” Adrian shouted back, pulling away from your mouth, making you unacceptably hungry. When he returned to you, you bit his lip in recompense. He hissed but surged forward anyway, his tongue deep in your mouth. 

“Okay, Addy, you just let me know if you need anything! Just holler! I’ll be upstairs!”

You waited for the sound of footsteps retreating back up the stairs to pull back.

“So, I’m one of the bros now?” you taunted.

“Well, you’re better than one of the bros. You’re like…you’re my best bro. A bro for life. But, like, in a romantic way, a romantic bro,” he explained. You nodded like that made sense. Because, strangely, it did.

“So…Addy?” 

“Please don’t – ”

“It’s kinda cute!”

“No, it makes me sound like a fucking infant. And I’m not an infant. I’m a grown man.”

You giggled. “Yeah, I haven’t forgotten, Ade. As a matter of fact…”

Your hand slid in between you, grasping at him through his pants. He was, unsurprisingly, already completely hard. He hissed through his teeth and then wrangled himself out of his rugby shirt, treating you to a spectacular view of his chest. A thin sheen of sweat covered him in a way that made him look unfairly hot – like the centerfold in a magazine of hot nerds. You ran your hand up from the waist of his pants to the small, pale trail of hair just above and let your fingertips press firmly into the skin of his stomach. His gaze narrowed at you.

“Flip over,” he whispered, voice husky.

“Make me,” you whispered back. Adrian blinked back at you for just a moment before he slipped his hands around your waist and tossed you onto your stomach like it was no effort at all. He reached up and stripped you of the button down and the bra that still clung to your shoulders. His fingertips bit into the swell of your ass but then he paused.

“Sorry, was that okay?” he asked, sounding breathless in a nervous way. You looked back at him and offered a calm smile.

“That was perfect,” you assured him. “You’re perfect.”

“Okay, because if you want to fuck some other way that’s totally okay too, I just thought – ”

“Oh no, not you fucking me while I’m laying on my stomach! Whatever will I do!” you drawled sarcastically as you started to twist in his arms, bringing the back of your hand up to your forehead like some scandalized, vaguely transatlantic woman. Then you paused and blinked at him. “That was sarcasm by the way.”

“Uh, duh, I totally knew that because you love when I fuck you like that! It’s like one of your favorite things. Remember that time we prone-boned and you like totally ruined your sheets?”

“Oh my god, Adrian,” you whined, your hands flying up to cover your increasingly red face. 

“What! It’s just a statement of fact. And a statement of hotness.”

You finished flipping onto your stomach if only to bury your burning face in the futon. Adrian’s hand ran along your damp inner thigh for a moment before he nudged your leg up slightly, and pulled your hips up and flush against his. 

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, and not in the good way. You lifted your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know if I have a condom?”

“You have a fucking arsenal down here but not a single condom?”

“Well, it’s not like I’ve ever had a girl down here before!”

“Aw, is that your roundabout way of saying I’m special?” you asked, batting your eyelashes. But Adrian was too preoccupied scrounging around for a condom. He was so cute doing it you were loathe to tell him all he had to do was open your purse. The man was desperate for it and you were willing to torment him just a little bit – he would be handsomely rewarded for it in the end. 

“Hey Ade?”

“Hold on, I’m sure there’s one here somewhere!” He yanked another drawer open, violently rattling whatever was inside. He slammed a cabinet open to no avail. You started to feel bad, even if you were getting a great view of his impressive physical form in the process. 

“Adrian!” you called, louder this time to get through to him over the small ruckus he was making, but hopefully still quiet enough to not rouse his mother’s suspicions again. Finally, he turned and looked at you dangling a condom from your fingertips. 

“You’re fucking perfect,” he said breathlessly. “No, seriously, I wish I could paint you Titanic-style right now exactly like this.”

Adrian was on top of you again in the blink of an eye, teeth tearing at the foil of the condom and spitting it aside. You watched over your shoulder as he realized he still needed to take his pants off and was trying to figure out balancing the opened condom while he did that. You giggled and held out your hand for him to rest the condom on your palm. 

He tripped up off the couch, halfway out of his pants before he was even fully upright. He hopped on one foot as he desperately tried to free his other from the leg of his jeans, and you were treated to an increasingly silly whispered string of curses. 

When he was finally free he paused, putting his hands on his hips, his chest rising and falling quickly. 

You giggled. “Are you winded?”

“No!” Adrian said, full volume. Your eyes flicked to the ceiling of the basement, but Adrian’s mom seemed to have gotten the memo. “This is…I’m doing breathing exercises, actually. Gotta loosen up my diaphragm for optimal airflow so I can have so much sex with you.”

“Get over here, you absolute goober,” you replied with a beckoning crook of your finger. Adrian stooped beside you to retrieve the condom you were still holding and pressed a quick peck to your lips, upturned in an amused smile.

He settled back between your legs, kneeling on the futon as he rolled the condom on and you waited patiently with your chin in your hands. The feeling of his warm fingers back between your legs surprised you, dragging through your folds, gathering slick before sliding his hand over the condom. 

“Are you good? Are you comfy?” Adrian asked as he grabbed hold of your hips and angled them slightly upward. He positioned himself at your entrance, dragging the tip through your folds, but waited for your approval. You quietly hissed at the sensation.

“Please, Adrian,” you managed. That was approval enough for him – he wasn’t in one of his taunting moods, determined to draw it out forever to the point of insufferability. No, Adrian was borderline efficient. It was a mood he sometimes got into – careful, precise, skilled. He pushed in, a long, slow stretch of flesh, the warm weight of Adrian partially against your back, keeping you pressed into the futon. A hand groped at the flesh of your hip and he gently guided you into the position he needed.

And that made your eyes water, the perfect depth, the perfect speed, the perfect amount of pressure – a gasp dragged from your lips at the angle. Adrian knew what made you tick. You’d witnessed the man disassemble and reassemble a gun with alarming speed on more than one occasion, and he knew how to disassemble you just as easily. 

It took no time at all for pressure and warmth to mount between your legs. 

“Put your hand over my mouth,” you panted.

“What?”

“I don’t think that I can keep being quiet,” you said, voice ragged. As if attempting to prove you wrong, Adrian buried himself, deep and slow, and a yelp came from your lips before you could stop yourself. 

“Right. Okay,” Adrian said in the kind of voice that sounded like he was processing a direct order. You tilted your head up slightly and Adrian dutifully cupped one hand over your mouth.

“Oh shit,” he managed. His fingers flexed against your skin as he thrust into you again, angling your hips ever so slightly once more, perfecting the position. Your needy hand slid under your body and Adrian groaned as your fingers touched at where your bodies were joined, fingers parting around the slick base of his cock for one taunting drag before retreating to your clit. Adrian’s pace faltered and you grinned into his hand. You nipped at his palm again but he stayed firmly in place and instead responded by draping himself further over your back, his weight pressing you further into the futon and your own eager fingers. 

You were close, close, closer as his fingers bit into your skin and you rubbed desperate circles at the apex of your thighs. You clenched around him and Adrian whined. 

“That’s not fair,” he hummed into your hair. He slowed for a frustrating moment and then his mouth was at your ear. “Can I try something?”

A million things raced through your mind – an electric series of possibilities, some of which perhaps bordered on terrifying. But you trusted Adrian. You loved him. Fucking you was a science at which he was studiously determined to excel. So, you nodded. And Adrian draped the full weight of himself on you, carefully, gently. And then he wrapped his other hand over your eyes, casting you into total darkness. 

“I’ve got you,” he said, his voice low in his chest against your back, words that sounded equally like reassurance and threat. A loving adage and a declaration of total possession. Your body responded unconsciously, pushing back against his thrusting hips, terribly wanting. “I want you to come, just for me, okay?”

You made a noise, something wrenched from deep within, muffled expertly by Adrian’s capable hands. He dragged his tongue along the side of your neck and then his teeth nipped the skin. A jolt of pleasure ran down your spine. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out when Adrian was dragging himself in and out of you with a studied speed, burying deep every time, hitting that perfect spot. 

“’m close, are you…close,” Adrian slurred before biting at your jaw, his words barely coherent. 

“Mhm,” you spoke into his hand, sure you were probably drooling. You didn’t care. Adrian nudged your knee ever so slightly with his own, spreading you open just a bit more. But it was enough. In the total darkness of Adrian’s embrace, you crashed over the edge, a shout muffled into his hand. You breathed quickly through your nose, finding it significantly harder to catch your breath and Adrian chased you into bliss only a second later, a curse hissed through his clenched teeth, certainly too loud. His hand released your mouth as his forehead fell into the curve of your shoulder. His sweaty hair tickled at your chin and you turned, still blind, to clumsily press a kiss to his temple. 

“Well, that was new,” you remarked, still trying to catch your breath. In the darkness beneath Adrian’s hand, the edges of your vision sparked.

“Was it okay? Did you like it?”

“It was more than okay, babe,” you murmured assurance. That was Adrian – aiming to please, even when it came to dabbling in something like minor sensory deprivation.

After a long moment, his hand fell from your eyes to the futon with an audible thump and he slipped out of you, laying half on top of you and half wedged beside you on the futon.

“I feel like I don’t have any bones anymore,” he muttered. “You stole them. You’re a bone thief.”

“I’ll keep your bones safe in my bone collection. Promise,” you laughed breathlessly. He perked up slightly, lifting his head so he could look at your face. 

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes wide with puppydog-esque devotion.

“Yeah. You’ve got centerpiece level bones. Real main attraction stuff.”

He brushed your hair from your face, and then wiped your cheeks free of tears, thumb grazing across your lower lip, collecting any errant spit. He popped his thumb into his mouth and you recoiled.

“Adrian, gross!”

“Sorry I just want part of you in me,” he replied like you were the one being unreasonable.

You smirked at him and shifted so that you could slip on top of him, straddling his narrow waist. “Maybe it’s time we revisit that conversation about peg – ”

“Adrian?” 

Adrian’s mother’s voice came from directly outside the door. You clamped your mouth shut, looking down at Adrian with wide eyes. 

“What, mom?” he called back, rolling his eyes, his head falling back onto the futon. 

“Do you and your girlfriend want to come upstairs for dinner? I made a baked mac ‘n cheese with the breadcrumb topping you like so much!” 

“Girlfriend?” he scoffed, voice traitorously too high. “What girlfriend? You’re so crazy, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Oh, sweetie, Mrs. Peterson from across the street called and she said she saw you sneaking in through the basement window with a very pretty young lady!”

You had to laugh. There was simply no other choice. Adrian groaned and draped his arm over his face, treating you to a wonderful (very biteable) view of his bicep. “Fuck, I knew I always hated Mrs. Peterson. No trustworthy person has that many chihuahuas.”

When Adrian didn’t respond one way or the other to the evidence presented, his mother called out again, “Does the pretty young lady like mac ‘n cheese?”

You grinned down at Adrian who appeared to be going through the seven stages of grief in quick succession. Luckily for him it was going to take a lot more than an overbearing mother to scare you off. If you could survive the Vigilante of it all, you could survive anything. You leaned down, bit Adrian’s bicep and then kissed his swollen lips before he could protest.

“The pretty young lady loves mac n’ cheese!” you called back.

adrian taglist: @countvonklit @tlfg-adrianchase @vigilantexreader @faelvz @a-young-g0d @euinein @fangirl48 @navs-bhat (as always, if you want to join my taglist, just let me know! respectfully, no minors! there are some people who have requested in the past and if you're a minor/I couldn't verify if you're over 18 you've been taken off, I'm sorry!)

[midknight-hour]

Can you imagine Adrian Chase (notorious Taylor Swift crush haver) finding out one of her songs recently was called Vigilante Shit? Can you imagine how insufferable he’d be to be around for months? To this day?

[wwinterwitch]

savior – a.c.

summary: you’re finally able to express your gratitude to your masked savior pairing: adrian chase x fem!reader word count: 4.9k tags: 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI, explicit smut, kidnapping, he's tied up so also mind the dubcon element of that, girly!reader (it's mentioned she's wearing a dress), like cute but psycho type of deal, reader is obsessed with him, mentions of stalking, handjob, blowjob, kissing, sub!adrian, unprotected piv, riding note: in honor of the finale, i decided to post this little concept that has been on my mind for a while now. hopefully you guys enjoy!!

a comment and/or reblog is always appreciated!

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You can feel the excitement building up as soon as you hear Adrian groaning, slowly recovering his senses, trying to make sense of whatever happened before he completely blacked out. 

Eyes open, he looks incredibly disoriented as he looks around his surroundings, and then…pure panic. He tries to fight against his restraints, but the ropes around his wrists are tighter than he expected, soon giving up after realizing it was to no use.

Despite the adrenaline running through his veins, there’s a part of him that’s almost excited that this is happening– that it's finally happening. If he’s tied up in an unknown location, that can only mean that a supervillain is targeting him. How exciting. 

He just can’t wait to tell the others that he now has an arch nemesis!

The villain’s secret layer looks a lot nicer than he would’ve expected though. In fact, you can hardly call an apartment a ‘secret layer’, especially when everything is…unberably girly. Like an unicorn puked all over this living room.

His head snaps in your direction when you finally move, standing so incredibly still that even he couldn’t tell you were there at first. Inevitably, a groan escapes him. “Oh, man! You’re a girl?” he asks, disappointment obvious in his voice. “I can’t be sworn enemies with a girl!”

You eye him curiously after what he says, a soft smile adorning your lips. “Sworn enemies?”

“Well…yeah. You know how it is, right? Every superhero has their supervillain– and I mean, like, no offense, but you’re not exactly what I was expecting.” Then, you notice he tilts his head to the side, really taking a look at you. The pink dress, the heart pendant hanging from your neck, the incredibly gentle look in your eyes… “Wait– are you even a supervillain?”

That question makes you giggle, stepping even closer to him. “What? Absolutely not, silly! Why would I be a supervillain?”

“Uh, because you have me kidnapped in your apartment?”

“No, this isn’t me kidnapping you,” you snap almost immediately, hating how that sounds. “I just– I had to take a few safety measures in order for us to talk properly, that’s all.” That soft smile from before returns to your lips as you walk closer to the couch of your living room, taking a seat next to him. “I’m a huge fan, actually.”

He’s immediately surprised by that, watching as you lean into his personal space with a smile that, although sweet, holds some serious intensity that immediately alerts him not to let his guard down so quickly. No matter how adorable you look, there’s something almost dangerous about you.

“You’re a…fan?”

“Yes!” you reply excitedly, but your smile drops when you don’t sense the same excitement directed back at you. It shatters your heart in a million pieces almost immediately. “I guess you don’t remember me. A few months ago? Well, one and half, to be exact– or fourty-three days it we’re being extra extra exact. It was late at night and I was getting back home from work, and these two guys came up to me from behind–”

“Oh, that's right! You let me keep that Hello Kitty pepper spray you had in your purse. I totally remember now! So, uh…how have you been?”

“A bit sad, actually,” you reply with a pout, inching just a little closer to him. “You know, I wasn't able to tell you how grateful I was that you saved my life.” Pausing briefly, you run a finger down the side of his mask, all the way to his jaw as he simply looks back at you. “You're my hero. I just thought you needed to know just how much I appreciate you.”

“So that’s why you kidnapped me?”

He can see your expression changing from one second to the other, which is both impressive and terrifying. “I didn’t kidnap you. I just want to talk, okay? I’m not a creep.”

“Okay, alright. I’m sorry. In that case, you could’ve just said hi or something. I mean, I don’t want to question your methods– who am I to judge, right? But I think keeping me tied up is a little excessive.”

“Well, I didn't know if you'd even want to talk to me, so I had to make sure you’d listen. I mean, you're Evergreen’s savior and I’m just…I’m nobody. Why would you want to talk to me?”

“Trust me. I think if you came up to me I’d definitely be listening to absolutely anything you had to say. This is probably the longest conversation I’ve had with a chick as hot as you, actually.”

You can't help but smile wider at that, moving even closer as you shamelessly take a seat on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. “Do you really think I'm hot?” you ask in a sweet voice, looking back at him with heart eyes.

He wasn't expecting you to sit on his lap, looking a bit disoriented all over again as he's barely able to nod. “I– well, I mean…”

Placing a hand on the side of his face again, you immediately decide to continue. “It’s nice that you think I’m hot, because I think you’re very hot too.” The proximity between you almost makes your head spin, letting out a nervous giggle. “I’m really sorry about the restraint, by the way, but I couldn’t risk you trying to get away when all I want is to tell you how much I appreciate you for saving my life. And…you know, this shouldn't even be said at this point, but just in case, I’m not keeping you here to hurt you or anything. I would never dare to hurt you. You're so precious. All I want is for you to be safe and happy– with me.”

Any other person would probably be panicking right now if they had their hands tied behind their back in some random woman’s apartment, watching her become scaringly intense for some weird reason. But that's not Adrian. If anything, he seems to be oddly into it. How is he ever going to reject the affections of a gorgeous woman? He's not that dumb. Besides, how much harm can you cause when you look like a character from the Barbie movie? 

You take his silence as an advantage to continue. “You know, I think you and I met for a reason. You were meant to save me that night, and if you didn't, I think our paths would've crossed anyway because we're destined for each other, don't you think?”

He hesitates for a second, fully aware of the sheer intensity in your voice that, although incredibly admirable, it's just slightly too much. Even for a passionate guy such as himself. “Sure,” he eventually offers, shrugging lightly.

Any hint of potential discomfort or uncertainty goes completely unnoticed, your brain only registering the fact that he's agreeing with you– that he also thinks the two of you are meant to be together forever. Feeling more giddy than ever, you pull him in for a hug, savoring the feeling of having him so close to you. Every single effort you've made has led you to this moment. To finally be able to be with him and express your gratitude and affection for the man who saved you thirty-three days ago. 

Countless nights you've spent following him around, him completely unaware of your constant presence. At first you weren't sure if you should even approach him or not. What if you got so nervous that you just wouldn't be able to speak a single word? You couldn't live with the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of him.

Everything about your inevitable reunion had to be perfect, so you calculated everything. You know this man so well already, you knew exactly how you would do it. The right moment to sneak up behind him. The right dose to knock him unconscious to give you enough time to drag him back to your car and safely tie him up. The excuse you'd give your boss to skip a few shifts at work this week until he settles down to your life together. 

There's even a plan that, although still in the making, seems good enough to stop his stupid friends from intervening if they decide to piss you off enough to do something about it– especially that dumb blonde bitch that he hangs out with so much.

No one can disturb your time with him. You'll make sure of it.

When you move back from the hug, your eyes scan the mask, almost as if you could actually see the man underneath. “Can I take the mask off?” you ask sweetly, tightening your hold around his neck just enough.

“I– I mean…I have a secret identity for a reason,” he replies, a bit nervous. It's not like he'll be able to prevent you from taking it off anyway if you're not satisfied with his answer. “You know, if so many people find out who I am, then…it's not really secret anymore.”

“But I would never reveal who you are to anyone,” you insist, frowning just enough at that accusation. 

“I’m not saying that you would!” he says immediately after, noticing the slight shift in your demeanor. Holy shit, you're terrifying for someone who looks so harmless and cute! “I’m just saying that maybe some can, you know, torture you or something to get that information.”

“Well, they'll have to kill me before getting anything out of me,” you shrug casually, still not understanding the issue. “I would never betray you, baby– and besides, if I was in that situation, I’m sure you'll come rescue me.”

“Yeah, no…right. Sure. I just–”

“Ugh. Fine!” you snap, interrupting him as you stand up from his lap. It's irritating, but you let it be for now. It's not like you haven't seen his face countless times already anyway. Soon enough he'll give in. He just needs more time. “I won't remove the mask, but…” your voice trails off playfully, offering him an innocent smile as you get down on your knees before him, “you have to let me show you how grateful I am to you for saving my life.”

He’s completely frozen in his seat. Not like he has much room to move anyway, but you can just tell his body goes rigid at the implication of what you're about to do. 

“W-What do you mean?”

That only makes you smile wider, leaning closer until you're resting both hands on his thighs, noticing the way his breath gets caught in his throat almost immediately. 

“I think you know exactly what I mean,” you reply, fingers trailing further up his thighs, inching impossibly closer to where you ache to touch him. You realize he's starting to give in, judging by the way his hips thrust up just enough, his body starting to beg for more attention. 

“No, I actually…I have no idea what you mean! That's why I–”

“I want to personally thank you for all you've done for me and our city, that's all.” 

When you do finally touch him, it's like an act of mercy. His hips thrust up, seeking more friction from your hand as you palm him over his pants. The breathy sound that erupts from him already has you clenching around an intolerable void that only grows more and more uncomfortable as you continue pressing your palm against him.

Leaning forward, you press your cheek against his thigh, almost hypnotized by his crotch as you feel his erection growing underneath your hand. His sounds only become more frequent and urgent, hoping you'd do more than just this.

“Wouldn't you just love to feel my mouth on you?” you whisper, voice so casual he has to take a second to take in your words, because it doesn't sound like someone who's talking about sucking his dick right now. 

“W-What? Oh…that's– holy fucking shit, that sounds just…perfect.”

You look up at him through your eyelashes, as if you have absolutely no idea what you're doing to him right now. “Yeah? You'd like that?”

“Would I– would I like that?” he asks in disbelief, feeling like he might actually combust right there and then just because you're looking up at him in such an innocent way. “I would beg you on my hands and knees right now if I could. You're so– wait, you are going to suck my dick, right? Because if you're just going to leave me here with nothing, I– I might actually kill myself.”

His breathless ramble makes you inevitably giggle, almost in awe at how worked up he's getting already. “I’d do absolutely anything for you. Unless…you want me to do whatever I want to you?”

That question makes him moan out loud, hips pathetically trying to achieve more friction as he curses under his breath. That's probably the most perfect answer he could've given you. 

Your beloved superhero seems to enjoy being at your mercy a little too much.

He lets out an audible sound of relief when you finally do more than just touching him, hands working on getting rid of the barriers of clothing separating your skin from his. Sliding his pants just enough, you're met with the heavenly sight of his cock– hard, swollen, precum smeared on the tip. 

“Fuck,” he breathes out as soon as your hand wraps around him. From the base to the very tip before you slide your hand down the length of him again, starting to stroke him at a controlled pace.

You look up at him as soon as he starts to thrust up into your hand. “Stay still,” you warn him with a little smirk, squeezing his cock just a little tighter as if to emphasize your words.

“Sorry,” he mutters, sounding like he's barely keeping it together. “It's a bit difficult not to…it feels so fucking good.” A deep groan escapes him when you tease his tip with your thumb, his body betraying him as he inevitably squirms under your touch again. “Shit. I’m sorry…I’m so sorry– I’m really trying.”

Your other hand rests on his thigh, nails digging onto his skin. “Try a little harder then.”

“Y–yes. I’ll try. I'm sorry. I’ll– oh my God!”

His head snaps back in pure ecstasy when he finally feels your mouth on him, the muscles on his thighs and lower abdomen tightening as soon as you dare to lick up his shaft, the saltiness invading your mouth and completely numbing your senses, making you ache for more.

The flat of your tongue meets his skin again a few times before you provide much needed attention to his tip, swirling your tongue around the head while you inevitably moan against him, the sound and vibration making him almost shiver.

He looks down at you, completely in awe of the way you taste him so eagerly, almost like you’re worshiping his cock. You wrap your lips around his leaking tip, using your hand to stoke him so not a single inch goes unattended. Before he can prepare himself, you take him inside your mouth until you’re completely full of him, and he can practically feel himself pressing against the back of your throat. 

When you take him out of your mouth just enough, you sink back in with a determination that has him on the verge of collapse. “Don't stop, please,” he urges you, barely able to control himself from thrusting into your mouth because he knows he's not allowed to do that. He has the urge to tangle his fingers in your hair, but he quickly remembers that his hands are tied behind his back. Painfully defenseless. Entirely at your mercy. 

There's something incredibly exciting about that, and it makes the pleasure coursing through his veins multiply by the trillion. 

The muscles on his lower abdomen tighten even more, eyes glued to you as you bob your head up and down, giving him probably one (if not the best) blowjob of his entire life. It's messy and eager, a sense of pure devotion in each and every one of your moves, and it clouds his mind and prevents him from forming any sort of rational thought.

“I think I’m gonna– if you keep this up…”

The warning is adorable. As if there's anything that would make you want to move away now. If anything, the announcement of his imminent orgasm only fuels your determination even more. By the time he's hitting the back of your throat again, he’s unable to hold it back any longer, filling your mouth with his warm and sticky cum as a broken moan leaves his lips. Breath uneven, head slightly tilted to the side as he watches you, legs trembling just enough with the aftermath.

You’re inevitably moaning around him when he cums so intensely into your mouth, swallowing dutifully until there's nothing more he can give you. “Holy shit, you're amazing,” he mutters, still very much trying to recover. “That was– get over here. Sit on my lap again.” As if suddenly realizing how demanding his voice sounded just now, he immediately tries to correct that statement. “I mean, please. You know, I tried harder like you said...please.”

The fact he's trying to almost negotiate with you for a reward is the cutest thing ever, not to mention that it’s incredibly hot the way he just repeatedly grants you full control over the situation. He has no issue asking and hoping that you are merciful enough to hear him out– perhaps you can get him to beg for something if you refuse to give in long enough.

But right now you don't refuse, wiping your mouth with one of your hands before getting back on your feet, only to sit on his lap like he requested. “What is it, honey?” you ask as soon as you're sitting comfortably on top of him. 

“Uh, you can…like, maybe remove the mask if you want,” he mutters, hesitation still evident in his voice, but there's also something else in the way he speaks. Is it longing? You don’t know what it is exactly, but it works to send a shiver down your spine.

“But what about your secret identity?”

He stays quiet for a few seconds, trying to find it in him to care about that at this point. “Whatever, I'll live. I just really want to kiss you right now.”

The sheer desperation in his voice makes you shiver yet again, a sense of accomplishment overpowering your sense because he’s willingly revealing who he is to you. Again, not like you haven’t seen his face and know his full name already, but there’s something incredibly special about the fact that he’s okay sharing that with you. It means he trusts you, just as much as you trust him.

This is just further proof that you’re meant to be together. Your plan is working without even having to do much– he sees it too, without having to help him understand!

When you remove his mask, you’re met with the most adorable little smile ever, almost shy, as if you didn’t just have his dick in your mouth mere minutes ago. You’re not quite sure if you like the way he’s looking at you as if you’re a complete stranger, but you don’t dwell too much on it, because just like him, you’re also desperate to kiss him. Your hands rest at each side of his face as you lean down closer, until your lips press against him and you feel like all your time planning out this moment was so worth it.

He makes a faint sound against your mouth, partially because he’s enjoying kissing you, partially because he’s once again reminded he’s tied up when he tries to reach out to touch you. “This is…uh, it’s not like I don’t like the ropes…” he mutters against your lips, words slipping in a rushed manner so he could go back to kiss you as soon as possible. “Like, it’s actually kinda hot that I can’t move, but…can’t you just untie me for like two seconds?”

You move back enough to look at him, gently tracing his cheek with your fingers as he immediately leans into your touch, because he’s so desperate for more contact that he’s not going to deprive himself of any single chance of feeling you near him. 

“I can’t do that, baby. I’m sorry,” you offer him sweetly, lightly shaking your head. “That’s not how this works.”

“So, you’re– shit, you’re really into the bondage thing. Okay. That actually makes you even hotter. Uh…okay, then just– come here…”

He leans in, eager to kiss you again. His desperation awakens something in you, crashing his mouth against his as he lets out a low groan when your tongue slips past his lips. Now, you devour his mouth with a hunger that’s been building up for months, ever since you first laid eyes on him. 

Another sound escapes him when he feels your fingers tangling in his hair, feeling the way he writhes underneath you. Your other hand travels down his body, smirking against his lips when your hand wraps around his length again, realizing he’s starting to get hard once more.

Your hand moves up and down in a slow rhythm, eliciting more sounds from him that only grow louder and clearer when you trail your lips down to his jaw, quickly moving further down to press kisses to his neck now. 

“God, you’re amazing,” he whispers, leaning his head back to grant you better access to his neck. “I don’t– what did I even do to deserve this?”

“I told you already,” you reply. “You’re my hero. This is my way of thanking you.”

“In that case, I guess I’ll have to keep saving you,” he comments, making you giggle. “Keep getting in trouble all you want, just– you know, not too much trouble. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. Ever. You’re too…fuck– you’re too perfect to get hurt.”

“You’re so sweet,” you reply softly, unable to resist the urge to sink your teeth onto his neck, earning a full blown whimper from him. “And since we’re talking about it…I don’t think I’ve fully expressed my gratitude to you just yet.” Moving back, you lock eyes with him as he looks up at you expectantly. “There’s more I want to give you.”

“Anything,” he nods immediately. “Do whatever. Please. You can do whatever you want to me, I don’t care– I should be thanking you.”

He makes you laugh yet again, and you allow yourself a few seconds to look at him adoringly, poking his cheek. “You’re really funny.” As you’re looking at him, taking note of just how handsome he is, your smile drops just a little when you suddenly remember something. “Oh! I’m sorry– do you need your glasses?”

That question makes him immediately frown. “Wait, how do you–”

You completely ignore his immediate confusion as you stand up from his lap, walking towards the coffee table before you move closer to him again, smiling brightly as you put them on. “There you go! I found them when I took all your weapons away.” And then you laugh, like it’s just a funny anecdote that happened while he was unconscious.

“Oh.” That seems to make sense in his head, explaining why you suddenly know that he wears glasses. You hold back another laugh, because it’s actually entertaining to think he has absolutely no idea that you’ve seen him retrieve his glasses from a hidden pocket in his suit plenty of times. You’ve seen him take it off enough times to know exactly how the whole process goes. It’s one of your favorite things ever– being able to watch him through his window as he takes the suit off when he gets back home from his nightly patrols around the city.

The whole situation with the glasses is completely forgotten when you kiss him again, his mouth immediately moving against yours while you sneak your hands underneath your dress, sliding your panties down your legs before you find comfort on his lap again.

“Oh, shit– fuck, yes,” he whispers eagerly, looking up at you with pleading eyes. Knees pressed to the couch at each of him, you reach between your bodies to guide him to your entrance. “Yes, yes, yes, yes…holy fucking shit!”

Your moan mixes in the air with his whimper of pure relief when you finally sink your hips low, taking every inch of him at such a painfully slow pace, he feels like he might actually cry trying to remind himself not to thrust up into you.

When he finally bottoms out, you allow the two of you a few seconds to savor the feeling of him just being impossibly deep before you start to move, rocking your hips in a way that has the two of you gasping for air.

Pressing your hands to his shoulders, you start to ride him harder, completely overpowered by need. He searches for your mouth and you quickly comply, your tongue meeting his almost immediately.

You only move back when you feel him lift his hips off the couch, driving his cock even deeper inside you. “Stay still, baby.”

Despite your warning, he can't help the smirk that appears on his lips when one of your hands wraps around his neck, pushing him back onto the couch. “I can't…I want to, but I– you're so pretty.” His words make you tighten your grip around his neck almost immediately, earning a satisfied groan from him. “I can't get enough of you.”

“I’ll stop if you–”

“No, no. Don't stop.” He looks immediately panicked, sounding more breathless now that you're applying pressure on his neck. “Please, don't stop.”

“Then stay still.”

“Okay, okay! Sorry.”

Despite wanting to teach him a lesson, you couldn't bring yourself to slow down even if you wanted to. Not when you feel like each roll of your hips might be the one that finally makes you come undone on top of him.

Needing more support, you fully wrap your arms around him and lean into his body, immediately noticing how he takes that opportunity to press kisses against every inch of skin that he can reach.

“Keep moving…shit, just like that.” His breathless whisper makes you increase the speed of your hips, as if hearing his desperate voice is the only thing you need to fully collapse. “I don't think you're only going to see me when you need saving– I’ll keep coming back, just so I can fuck you in every single corner of this apartment.”

His words make your head spin, inevitably clenching around him as you hug him even tighter. “You can have me anywhere,” you whisper back, almost crying out loud because he just feels too good to handle. “Whenever, however…I’m yours.”

“That's so– you're so hot…”

You move back enough to look at him, fingers gripping his hair to force him to look back at you again. “Tell me you're mine.”

It's not a request, but more of a command. He really seems to like the more bossy side of you, nodding almost immediately after your words. “I'm all yours, yes! No one could ever feel– oh my god, you're so fucking tight– no one could ever feel like this.”

His words really do numbers on you, pulling at his hair as you hide your face in his neck, feeling like your body is going to collapse any second now. “Oh, Adrian, you feel so fucking good...” 

His name falls from your lips before you can register it, too light headed and desperate to even realize it. “How do you– nevermind. Say my name like that again, please.”

And you do, his name repeating over and over in the form of needy whispers before your orgasm hits you, your walls squeezing him impossibly tight as your movements falter. Not even a second later, you feel him let out a moan that sounds almost painful as he's spilling inside you, and you let him thrust up into you because there's something undeniably sexy in the way he desperately tries to fuck his cum into you with messy thrusts until he's done coating your walls with his release.

You hold onto him for a few seconds to recover, arms still loosely wrapped around his neck as you try to catch your breath. Butterflies erupt in your stomach when you feel his lips pressing soft kisses on your face, a silent form of appreciation from his part.

“I think I'm in love with you,” he mutters, sounding almost in disbelief at just how good this was. 

That comment should be taken as a joke, but your brain doesn't work like that. To you, it's not a joke. It's fate. You're his, and he's yours. Even if he’s trying to joke about it now, he can't escape the inevitable.

“I love you too.” You couldn't be more certain about it, and if you weren't still in cloud nice from your orgasm, you might've reacted negatively after hearing the way he chuckles. He genuinely thinks you're just joking, but it's fine. For now. Soon enough he'll realize just how strong your bond is.

A brief silence follows before you hear him speak again. “So, uh…are you going to untie me, or…”

A heartfelt giggle escapes you after hearing him say that, moving back to look at him. Your amusement only grows when you realize he's genuinely expecting to be released. “You're so silly!” Voice cheerful, giddy, borderline insane. “Who said anything about letting you go?”