Hi there! So I'm a fan-fiction hoarder, and I thought, "Hey, I should share my favorite fan-fictions about one of my favorite chaotic fictional men. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL WHO WRITE THESE FICS! These are mostly Adrian Chase x Reader, with a few throuple pairings with random characters. Have Fun!
Fic RecList #1 | Fic RecList #2 | Fic RecList #3
~ intoxication – @chaseadrian
~ Hot Nurse Girlfriend– @vigilvntes
~ “i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” for Vigilante? Thanks! – @babblydrabbly
~ Safe In His Arms – @multifandomfanficss
~ How Do I Look? – @vigilvntes
~ I Don't Wanna Play D&D – @vigilvntes
~ A R E A L H E R O – @tinalbion
~ “I wanna have sex with you!” – @theowritesstuff on Tumblr
~ Deadly Nightshade, Cherry Tree – @vigilvntes
~ I'll make you pay – @vigilvntes
~ blown up, shot, and taking a knee - @chaseadrian
~ Five Hundred Times – @happy74827
~ The Morning After – @fru1t4fr0gs
~ when did you get hot? – @matthsluv
~ MORONSEXUAL – @maaneskin
~ She’s totally real – @indigo-caramel
~ shut up – @flowersforbucky
~ November Rain || Adrian Chase x Reader – @dibschair
~ OneShot: Vigilinate hits on you at a bar, but you have a crush on Adrian – @supernaturalthoughtsworld
~ 10:01 – @vigilanteh
~ Ivory – @vigilanteh
~ Not Quite Him – @fru1t4fr0gs
~ Not Quite Him - Part 2 – @fru1t4fr0gs on Tumblr
~ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 | adrian chase – @cosmictheo on Tumblr
~ WHY HAVE ONE HOT BOYFRIEND, WHEN YOU CAN HAVE TWO?? – @clarkskink
~ Gummy Stash – @embeanwrites
~ Playing House– @mcu-binge
~ KINKTOBER DAY 3 | ADRIAN CHASE (PEACEMAKER) | 2 FOR 1 SPECIAL – @the-hidden-pages
~ Best Friends in a Dangerous Spacetime – @tiannasfanfic
~ Halloween Requests: Adrian Chase/Vigilante – @scarletttries
~ HR Violation #73 – @mcu-binge
~ “do you want me to kill that guy for you?” – @vigilantexreader
~ Adrian Chase - Peacemaker Masterlist – @bippot
~ the fans YEARN for an adrian blurb🥹 – @vigildante
~ Just thoughts about Adrian Chase as your boyfriend – @local-weirdoandnerd
(ava was kind enough to make this header for me LITERALLY forever ago when i started writing this and i love it sm!!)
title: high like heaven (pt. 1)
pairing: adrian chase x fem!reader
summary: in which you and adrian are best friends and lovesick idiots who won’t acknowledge it until the two of you get high together.
*(pt. 1 is heavy set-up/tension-building/flirty/fluff and then pt. 2 will be where the real action happens!!)
content warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, marijuana/cannabis use, first-time drug use, high!adrian, high!reader, SMUT, friends to lovers, porn with some plot, bestfriend!adrian, subby!adrian, kinda femdom!reader
word count: 3.8k (pt.1)
a/n: hi friends! i started working on this in sept 2025 and i am tired of it not being done, so now i’m posting the first part to hold myself accountable. this is my first time actually writing my own fanfic/smut so feedback is welcome!! :) also BIG BIG BIG thank you's to @basicanti-socialb-tch, @wizardsintherapgame, and @robaudge for guiding, reading, reviewing, editing, and supporting me in writing this! truly would not have gotten this far without you! <3
lowkey based this on one of the first things i posted [here]
divider credit: @saradika
The two of you were sitting in the tiny living room of your apartment on a Friday night, the string lights and lamp set to their most ambient settings. The whole room was tinted with a warm glow that contrasted harshly with the bright blue lighting coming from whatever new Animal Planet documentary Adrian had put on as your first watch of the evening.
Admittedly, you didn’t really care what was on when you got to sit close to him, his warmth radiating, seeping into you at your side. The scent of fresh soap and clean cotton mixing with something warm, a tiny bit woodsy, and distinctly him. He pretty much always showed up like this—freshly showered, curls styled as neatly as he could get them. Almost like coming over to your place was worth the effort. Or like you were…
You’re not even entirely sure when it started now, but the two of you had developed this regular little hangout routine over the past few months. Adrian would come over, not even stopping to say hello before absolutely blabbering about some documentary or new game he was excited about, waltzing straight inside as soon as you opened the front door, the two of you settling in like it was the most natural thing in the world. It wouldn’t be until you were both seated on your plush couch that he would pause suddenly, his brow furrowing for the quickest second, as if a sudden thought had crossed his mind. He’d push his glasses back up at the bridge, turn to beam at you, dimples flashing, and say,
“Hi.”
And then he’d shift his attention fully to you, asking all the usual questions.
“How are you?”
“How was your day?”
“Did you eat already?”
“Also, did you know that a group of frogs is called an army?”
“Wait, why do you think that is? What would an army of frogs be protecting?”
You loved this part. Just listening to him talk, his voice washing over you, words tumbling out at twice the speed of normal conversation, as was his default.
Your mind briefly drifted to the moment it had really clicked for you—ironically, while he was standing next to a dumpster. You ever-so-slightly purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing out loud when you remember the way he was riling Harcourt up that day, just by being himself. You, however, he’d riled up in a very different way…
The way he spoke, the way he moved, an odd mix of bravado and insecurity, all pouring out in that rapid-fire cadence, hands gesturing wildly like his body couldn’t contain the energy of his words. He was a walking contradiction.
And you were captivated.
And that was before you’d even known who he really was. Before knowing his real name, or the face that went with it. When you’d finally learned of the infamous Vigilante’s secret identity, the one that came with aviator-style glasses and pretty green eyes and rosy pink lips… Adrian Chase. It almost felt unfair. Like the universe was just showing off at that point.
Now, he had a designated spot on your couch, his white sneakers already off by the door. He knew where you kept the good snacks, the ones you’d buy specifically for him, even if he didn’t realize it.
“How do you always have Chips Ahoys on hand? What kind of shady dessert-related dealings are you getting into when I’m not around?”
The only downside to him coming over was when you’d have to say goodbye to him at the end of the night, watching him go into the cool night air, your heart twisting with longing and unspoken feelings. You’d watch as long as you could, the way he’d dig for his keys, the set of his shoulders as he walked, committing his outline to memory.
Sometimes he’d even turn around and catch you, and before you could flee from embarrassment, he’d break into his signature grin, wave at you, and yell,
“Bye! Don’t forget to lock your door–there’s weirdos out here!”
You made yourself stop, snapping back to reality, knowing you didn’t have to think about that yet and could just enjoy the easy energy of the night. You were so ready to relax, and you were treating yourself a little extra this evening.
Last you checked, Adrian was still pretty disapproving of weed (despite it being legalized), but he didn’t really seem to mind when you did it. Just wouldn’t participate himself.
What he didn’t know was that being high also helped you relax around him, quieting that internal surveillance system that monitored your every move around him, terrified of slipping up and revealing how pathetically obsessed with him you actually were.
You’d already grabbed everything you needed and settled back on the couch, lighter coming up to spark the pre-rolled joint’s end. You took your first hit of the night, letting the sensation fill your chest for a moment before exhaling, trying not to completely cough your brains out in front of him, though he already seemed fully invested in the documentary.
He was sitting slightly forward with both hands on his knees and an expression of awe and wonder plastered on his face, his eyes glued to the screen as a crow descended over a sunlit field.
The blue light from the TV reflected off his glasses, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his throat. You had this recurring thought, this need, to press your mouth there. To feel his pulse dance under your lips. To bite down gently and hear what sound he’d make.
God, you needed to chill. You took another hit to distract yourself, then held the joint out toward him.
“Care to partake?” you’d said, knowing the answer would be no but asking regardless, like you always did.
Adrian’s eyes flicked from the screen to the joint in your hand, then to your face. He leaned back against the couch, a look of contemplation in his eyes, his lips slightly pursed. You expected the usual decline, maybe another comment about “principles” or whatever.
Instead, he surprised you.
“Maybe…” he said quietly.
You nearly choked, almost spurring on another coughing fit. “Maybe?” You cringed internally at how high-pitched your response became.
“I mean—” He pushed his glasses up, and you noticed he was bouncing his leg, one of his tell-tale nervous habits, and another quirk you shared. “At first, I couldn’t believe they legalized that shit, but… you do it all the time and you seem fine, and—“
"Would we say ‘all the time’?" you interrupted, tone questioning and a curious expression on your face, despite knowing fully well he was right.
Adrian gave you a look, one eyebrow raised, a small smirk forming. "Yes," he said simply, letting the word hang there.
Adrian took in your mellowed out state, as he had many times before. Your heavy-lidded eyes, soft and hazy, looking at him like he was everything while he talked. And god, the way you'd bite your lip before making a heinous joke or stifling a laugh of your own. It was the hottest shit he'd ever seen, if he was being honest.
You gave him a playful eye roll, but let him continue, a soft smile playing on your lips.
“Anyway, I’ve been reading about it—the actual science, not the propaganda stuff—and, statistically speaking, it’s safer than alcohol, which I’ve had before. A LOT. So, logically—”
You listened to his rationalization as best you could, your brain taking a minute to catch up through the haze beginning to swirl through it, before the reality of his words finally settled.
“Adrian…” you said gently, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face in what you knew was a Cheshire-catlike fashion. “Are you talking yourself into getting high with me right now?”
He blinked at you, then huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. I guess I am.”
Ohmyfuckinggod.
Your heart thumped unevenly in your chest, anticipation bubbling. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, though. You know that, right?”
You'd never wanted him to feel pressured when you smoked… even though you were secretly desperate to get him high. To see what a giggly mess he'd be, somehow even more so than usual. To watch him react to the sensations in real time. He was always so expressive, and you longed to see him blissed the fuck out.
He turned his head against the cushion to fully meet your eyes, having slumped all the way back into the couch, and gave you a gentle, almost sheepish smile. “I know…” he started, his voice unusually soft, “But I want to… With you.”
With you. You knew those two silly words shouldn’t have affected you so much, your already-dry throat tightening now. You also knew you had to get it together quickly.
"Okay…" you said, exhaling the word, trying to keep your voice steady. "It is different from drinking, though; it kinda sneaks up on you more suddenly…"
Your voice trailed off for a second before you regained focus, sitting up straighter with sudden excitement, hands gesturing toward him, hovering over his forearm. "But I'll take really good care of you, I promise. We'll start slow,” you said, a bit breathier than you meant to.
His eyes flicked toward your hand, then back up at you. His gaze intensified then, and you saw a flash of something unrecognizable in his eyes, a slightly pained expression, but maybe heated too? It was then that you caught the unintentional suggestiveness of your own words, a half-second too late, and felt heat creep up your neck. Shit.
“In other words, I’d be honored to be your weed guide,” you said, trying to play it off.
Adrian grinned at that, amused. “Is that what we’re calling it?” He tilted his head to the side in that puppy-dog way of his.
“That’s exactly what we’re calling it.”
You were already going through the logistics in your head, how much to let him have, how to make sure he feels safe. You figured a demonstration would probably be most helpful to start.
“Okay, first. Here, watch,” you said, bringing the joint up to your mouth again. He sat up, focusing on you, and you looked off into the distance, trying not to feel nervous at his attention.
Adrian stared intently—not at the joint, of course, but at your lips, though you were thankfully too preoccupied to notice. He watched the way they wrapped delicately around the paper, your cheeks hollowing ever so slightly as you inhaled. Fuck. He tried to think about literally anything else, but his brain wasn’t cooperating. Just kept flashing him images of those lips wrapped around other things… He tried to shift in his seat nonchalantly in an attempt to ease the growing tightness in his jeans.
You let the smoke fill your lungs again before exhaling slowly, watching it curl up toward the ceiling. Heat bloomed in your chest and spread lower, settling between your thighs, your eyelids briefly fluttering at the feeling.
It was also a secret that sometimes weed made you unbearably horny.
And mixing that with Adrian sitting right next to you… all lean muscle and nervous energy? You knew it was maybe a little fucked up, but… this was partly why you loved getting high on nights he came over. Everything just felt better, comfortably bolder.
The wanting didn’t feel so dangerous when you were floating like this, and you loved the way the weed made you braver, let you “platonically” touch him more freely, let the ache of it all feel almost good instead of terrifying.
Lost in your thoughts and the euphoria working its way through your body, you made yourself shift focus back to him and caught the tail-end of some movement, Adrian shifting and then going still, like he’d been caught doing something. You wondered briefly what that was about, but didn’t linger on it, your thoughts already feeling pleasantly slow and syrupy.
“Okay, questions?” you said, looking at him expectantly, feeling like a proud teacher. Like Mr. Miyagi. But like, with weed.
He quickly shook his head, seemingly pulling himself from his own thoughts now. "Nope, no questions." He cleared his throat, then added with a slightly nervous laugh, "I mean, yeah. I got this! Probably." He grimaced, uncertain.
"You do got this," you said with a smile, examining the joint in final preparation to pass it off to him.
"Don't try to hold it too long your first time though. Just a few seconds, then let it out slowly. And you're probably going to cough. Everyone does.”
You held it out toward him cautiously.
"Ready?”
"Yeah. Okay. Yeah," he said, nodding more to himself than to you, and reached for it, fingers brushing yours as he took it. The brief contact sent electricity up your arm, and you wondered, not for the first time, if he felt it too.
He brought the joint to his lips carefully, and, of course, you found yourself staring at his mouth, soft and uncertain, watching him inhale. His eyes widened slightly at the sensation, and then, predictably, he started coughing, scrambling to cover his mouth with his arm, his shoulders shaking. His other hand waved the joint toward you as he coughed, silently begging you to take it away.
You grabbed it back from him, placing it on the cheap ashtray on your coffee table before turning your attention back to him.
“Easy, easy,” you said, reaching out and rubbing his back instinctively. He was solid and warm under your hand, his shoulder blade shifting under the soft fabric of his thin shirt. “You’re okay. That’s completely normal.”
He took a deep breath that you could feel through your hand. “Jesus, fuck,” he wheezed, eyes watering. “That’s—wow.”
“Yeah…” You reluctantly pulled your hand away. “Water?”
He shook his head, straightening up and giving you a slightly embarrassed grin. “Nah, I’m good. That wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be, actually.” He tried to regain an air of confidence before suddenly stifling a few more small coughs.
A laugh bubbled up from your chest, light and affectionate.
“You did pretty good for your first time,” you said, still smiling, trying to reassure him.
He rubbed at his eyes, his glasses shifting upward a bit, trying to play off the fluttery feeling that spread through him at your praise. “Cool. Cool, okay. Good to know.”
Once he seemed to recover, you reached forward to grab the joint and brought it to your mouth again, casually taking another hit. Deep, comfortable, easy.
He watched you still, entranced, and it made his chest feel oddly warm. Or maybe that was the weed. Was it even working yet? He ran a hand through his hair and opened his mouth to speak, to ask you when it would hit, but the words dissolved before they could form. He stopped suddenly, mouth lightly hanging open, turning to look straight ahead at nothing in particular, his brow furrowing. Wait. Something felt… different.
At that moment, you heard a quiet, sharp intake of breath from Adrian’s direction, your eyes following the sound back toward him.
There, in the dim light of your living room, you watched the most beautiful transformation you’d ever seen in your life: Adrian Chase getting high for the very first time.
You watched his expression shift, subtle at first. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as he blinked slowly and drifted them side to side, like he was seeing the room for the first time.
“Ohhhhh…” he breathed.
It hit him all at once—that first wave. You could see it wash over him completely, the way his shoulders dropped, the way each breath came deeper.
Every sensation was suddenly amplified, like someone had turned up the dial on his entire nervous system. The couch felt softer beneath him. He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers slowly, mesmerized by the simple movement. Every hair on his arms stood on end, not from cold, but from pure awareness, like his skin had woken up and was feeling everything.
“Whoa,” he whispered, barely audible. His voice even felt different coming out of his own mouth.
The euphoria bloomed in his chest, spreading outward like warm honey through his veins. Every nerve felt electric, alive, buzzing with gentle energy. And it wasn’t overwhelming—it was perfect. Like his body had been holding tension he didn’t even know was there, and now it was finally letting go. He suddenly thought about how grateful he was to you for your guidance, never leading him astray.
As if you could. He didn't think you had a mean bone in your body. Although, technically, bones can't be mean. They're just… calcium. And other stuff. What even are bones made of?
He realized he was getting lost in his thoughts, shaking himself back to the present.
He turned to look at you, movements sluggish, and the second he did, you were everywhere, consuming every sense... The warmth coming off your body, so close to his. Your soft, gentle breathing. That unmistakable floral, fruity scent of your perfume… god, he could smell it even more clearly than usual. Like everything about you was magnified.
His face broke into the widest, most uninhibited smile you might’ve ever seen from him then.
“Holy shit,” he said, to you now, laughing softly, almost disbelieving.
He looked so beautifully unguarded, just existing in the moment, feeling all the new sensations. And all the little noises he was making? These soft, wondering gasps and hums, falling from his lips so sweetly it made your stomach flip and burn at the same time.
“There it is,” you smiled at him, your eyes twinkling beneath your heavy lids. “How do you feel?”
Adrian considered this seriously, assessing his body. “My face feels warm.” He brought both hands up to his cheeks. “And my thoughts are…” Then he dropped his hands to his lap suddenly, a gentle slap reverberating off his thighs. “Slower? But not in a bad way. In a way where I’m actually noticing them instead of just… having them all at once.”
“Yeah…” you breathed out softly, closing your eyes and smiling slightly to yourself, feeling it too. That blessed quiet where you could actually hear yourself think. “That sounds about right.”
He relaxed further into the couch, his forearm just barely brushing against yours, though you were hyperaware of the contact, the heat of him, the gentle prickles of hair grazing yours. You reveled in it.
He turned his focus fully to you then, really looking at you, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath catch.
“You’re like, really pretty,” he said, like it was a simple observation. A fact as straightforward as the ones he spouted about crows or spiders or deep-sea creatures. He hadn’t even really meant to say it, but it just kind of came out.
Your heart stopped and started again, hammering against your ribs, cheeks warming at the sudden compliment.
“I mean, I’ve always thought that. Since I met you.” He tilted his head slightly, still watching you with that same open, wondering expression, similar to the one he’d had for the crow on screen earlier. “But right now it’s like… louder? In my brain. The thought is louder.” He pointed toward his head, tapping his temple twice, and paused, seemingly intrigued by the feeling.
Say something, you urged yourself, panic rising. You knew you’d been staring at him in silence too long, brain foggy with weed and want and Adrian, but he beat you to it.
“Is that weird?” he asked, a small crease appearing between his brows. “Did I make it weird? Chris says I make things weird sometimes by just saying whatever I’m thinking.”
That snapped you out of it. Your mouth dropped open wide at him. “Oh, please! He’s one to talk.”
This, in turn, brought Adrian back too.
“Fuck!” he practically barked in laughter. “He is, isn’t he?!” The two of you broke into a minor giggle fit before catching your breath. The sudden ease in your chest, amplified by your high, led you to push your luck as you let out a contented sigh.
“Besides, Adrian… I think you’re really pretty too.” You smiled at him with part of your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth, the way you did.
‘Pretty’ didn’t even begin to cover it, but it was all your floaty brain could come up with at the moment.
Adrian’s face lit up with that damn smile that takes up half of his face. “Cool,” he said simply, and then turned back to the TV like he hadn’t just tilted your entire world on its axis.
On screen, the narrator was saying something about how crows could recognize individual human faces and remember them for years. Your brain chose that moment to pay attention. Ironic. Adrian’s face like this was already burned into your memory.
Your eyes were still glued to his profile, entranced by the way the blue light and shadows played across his features, the curve of his smile, the shadow of the little freckle by his eye. And, once again, his fucking neck…
The veins thick and prominent, his Adam’s apple bobbing now and then. You swore you could feel a faint ache in your incisors, like they were begging to sink into his jugular.
“Some-one’s star-ing~” he said in a gentle sing-song, not even looking at you, just grinning at the TV.
Startled, your face went flush. You had been staring, lost in that visceral fantasy. Heat pooled low in your stomach at the cockiness in his teasing tone. Like he liked catching you. You involuntarily clenched your legs.
“I’m not—” you started, but he turned to look at you fully then, and his grin widened.
“It’s okay,” he said, voice back to normal, soft and sincere. “I like when you look at me.”
for those of you who have had requests sitting in my inbox (you're all anon, so I hope you see this!) I promise these have been seen and I have been slowly plugging away at them all!
my beloved criminal!reader requester who has been patiently waiting since the spring, I promise I love this request and have been spending a lot of time with it, I just want to make sure it's just right! <3 it's got some real treats in it, I swear! it's a little bit sweet and a little bit sad and here's a preview just for funsies!
“Oh gosh thank you so much,” you gushed, yanking your cowl down around your neck before you turned fully around. The last thing you needed was this freak knowing your face, but you had to at least try to play the innocent card first. “You saved me! I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t – ”
“I know who you are,” he scoffed. “So you can give up the act.”
“Well, you can’t blame me for trying,” you replied with a shrug. “So, what happens now? You kill me? Because I’m not going to lie to you – that would be a bit of a bummer.”
“I – well, yes, usually that’s what happens…”
“Having a little performance anxiety?” you taunted.
“Fuck off, no, I’m just – thinking about it.”
“You’re…thinking about it?” you asked, just to make sure you heard him correctly. “Evergreen’s Vigilante: remorseless killer, defender of the streets, ‘no crime too big or small’ is only thinking about killing me?”
“Would you just – please stop talking, you’re really distracting me!”
“Is it the talking that’s distracting you, or…?” you prompted, enjoying teasing your would-be killer a little too much. “Or is it me?”
“What do you mean by that?” he laughed. “What, like you’re insinuating that I’m only not killing you because you’re hot?”
“So you think I’m hot?”
Vigilante stammered. “What? Fuck no! Criminals aren’t hot. You’re like the opposite of hot.”
“Cold?” you offered. You extended your hand towards him. “You can feel, if you’d like. See for yourself if I’m hot or cold.”
Hi there! So I'm a fan-fiction hoarder, and I thought, "Hey, I should share my favorite fan-fictions about one of my favorite chaotic fictional men. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL WHO WRITE THESE FICS! These are mostly Adrian Chase x Reader, with a few throuple pairings with random characters. Have Fun!
Fic RecList #1 | Fic RecList #2 | Fic RecList #4
~ ok so we’ve established that adrian is horny 25/8/366. feral. in heat, if you will. BUT. how does he feel about non-sexual forms... – @lunaticsandidiots
~ Could you do 22 with Adrian? Thanks 😄 – @violetrainbow412-blog
~ for once in your life – @amarediaboli
~ Nights In White Satin – @tinalbion
~ Protect you [A. C] – @violetrainbow412-blog
~ can you write #23 from the list? pls💙 – @violetrainbow412-blog
~ okay but kiss #50 that turns into a little more after it goes down the jaw 😩 – @violetrainbow412-blog
~ HI! how are u? May I request 2 or 45 from the prompt list with Adrian Chase? I don't know why I feel like they fit so well, lol... – @withahappyrefrain
~ Don’t Die | a.c. – @pagesfromthevoid
~ That’s Ever Been Mine - @worstinmee
~ Pinky Promises and Pinky Toes – @toastybuggy
~ Three Little Words - Adrian Chase x Reader – @vigilvntes
~ “A falling asleep while sitting next to B, as there head falls onto B's shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake... – @a-reader-and-a-writer
~ private property – @chaseadrian
~ spilled coffee – @chaseadrian
~ Hot Venom – @jangofctts
~ Lost things [A.C] – @violetrainbow412-blog
~ Fooled Around and Fell in Love: Chapter 8 – @theowritesstuff
~ I Can Get You Out of Here (Part 2) – @a-reader-and-a-writer
~ Please Don’t Be Dead – @multifandomfanficss
~ I Hate Horror Movies – @multifandomfanficss
~ Adrian Chase/Vigilante Peacemaker Masterlist – @multifandomfanficss
~ Can I request an Adrian Chase fic where she sees the explosion and thinks he's dead, so naturally she screams? – @a-reader-and-a-writer
~ Anomaly Flirt – @chaseadrian
~ Waller's missions always racked up a high body count, you guys just always got... – @lunaticsandidiots
~ You Can’t Get Rid Of Me That Easily – @multifandomfanficss
~ Break The Internet - Adrian Chase x Reader – @vigilvntes
~ There's no wrong time to rock – @violetrainbow412-blog
~ Be Good For Me - Adrian Chase x Reader – @vigilvntes
~ Adrian Chase / Vigilante Drabble – @tinalbion
~ definitions – @chaseadrian
~ Valentine’s Day – @theowritesstuff
~ Be My Valentine? - Adrian Chase x Reader – @vigilvntes
~ adrian loves hand/palm and forehead kisses and goes feral if u wear his clothes – @lunaticsandidiots
~ Masked: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Fem!Reader SMUT – @the-hidden-pages
~ Blue - Adrian Chase x Reader – @vigilvntes
~ Mother Hen - Adrian Chase/Vigilante X Reader Headcannon – @thisonesforyoubestie
~ Okay okay here is my naughty thot then and if it’s too naughty I’m sorry 🥴 – @pagesfromthevoid
