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[raviposting]

Nobody: Chris & Buck, Literal Canon Bisexuals: I'M aN AlLy!

@lgbtqcreators bingo: colour

[andfangs]

Adrian Chase + Autistic Traits

[chaseadrian-archive]

Peacemaker + The Versatility of 'Motherfucker'

[addycarver]

adrian chase appreciation week - day 3: favorite trait → hidden depth

[bellamuertes]

freddie stroma as adrian chase/vigilante peacemaker | it’s cow or never (1x08)

[jacksxabbot]

getaway car

@peacemakernet event 01: fic exchange for @vigilvntes

You're having a quiet drink alone when you save Adrian from a bar fight.

pairing: adrian chase x reader

warnings: violence, smut, car sex, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), unprotected sex (always be protected), vaginal sex.

word count: 3.5k

a/n: liz i know you've been having a rough time and i hope this cheers you up and i hope you (and everyone else who reads it) likes it! also thank you to @mayhem24-7forever for beta reading<3

You were at your favourite bar, drinking your favourite drink, just like you did every Friday night after work. Usually you'd have company, but with everyone busy tonight, you'd decided to come alone. You didn't mind, but it meant that you resorted to watching everyone else, noticing people you may not have if you weren't on your own. Like the extremely hot, nerdy guy across the bar from you. 

When he saw you staring, he gave you a wave and flashed you a smile that almost knocked you off the barstool. Just from his smile alone, you felt the all too familiar stirring in your vagina, and was that butterflies in your stomach? Work had been extra stressful this week and you needed a certain type of release, because doing it yourself hadn't been working. You had been considering calling your ex for a hook-up, but this...this could be better, and a lot simpler. You put the end of your straw between your teeth, as you smiled and waved back, before looking away, hoping to draw him in. Even after you looked away, you could still feel his gaze on you; like a cheetah preying on a gazelle. It took everything in you not to look at him, instead you opted to take out your phone and scroll on social media.

After a while, you caved and stole a glance. He wasn't staring at you now, but at a large bald man who was towering over him. The guy you'd been eyeing up was smiling, which was strange considering the bald guy looked as if he was about to explode with rage; not only was his face beetroot red, but his whole head was too, you really wouldn't have been surprised if smoke started steaming out of his ears! "Your" guy stood up, scooted past the angry guy, said something to him and started walking in your direction. You were mesmerised but you weren't sure why. Was it because there was finally some drama happening that you weren't a part of? Or was it the way he looked so small compared to the other guy, yet he seemed so unfazed?

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a loud crash; the bald guy had just thrown a barstool and was now stomping towards "your" guy. Before your brain had time to catch up, before you even knew what you were doing, you had stood up and put yourself in between the two men, stopping the bald guy from taking a cheap punch to the back of "your" guys head.

"Move." He spat, glaring down at you in an attempt to be menacing, but you stood your ground.

"I don't think so." You replied. You could hear your heartbeat as if it was in your ears, not your chest and you could feel your hands begin to shake, but you held your stance.

The bald guy smirked, making the hairs on your arms stand up and you forced yourself to endure the chill down your back. You weren't about to back down now, not when the whole bar was staring in a stunned silence at the David and Goliath type standoff happening in front of them.

"Come on sweetheart, don't be stupid."

You rolled your eyes with disgust. "Don't give me a reason to be."

The bald man sighed, seemingly done with entertaining this any longer. He grabbed your arm and practically flung you behind him, like you weighed nothing. You let out a squeal, more of out shock than fear or pain, then you heard a voice shout,

"Hey! Don't fucking touch her!"

You looked up to see "your" guy punch the large man, hard. He stumbled backwards, almost falling into you, but he quickly regained his composure.

"You fucking little shit!" The bald guy raged, pulling his sleeves up his tree trunk like arms as he geared up to charge forward. "I'll fucking kill yo-"

The bald guy was stopped in his tracks by you whacking him across the head with a beer bottle, as hard as you could. The bottle didn't shatter like it did in the movies, but the guy dropped to the ground like a bag of bricks, and you stared down at the sight in front of you. Luckily there was no blood, he was just out cold, but you were in shock. You had no idea what the fuck had just come over you, and you had no idea what made you do any of that.

"Hey...are you okay?"

Your eyes shot up and you saw him, the guy you'd saved. He was taking slow, careful steps towards you, and you could see the worry in his eyes. You nodded, confirming that you were, at least in some sense of the word, and you watched as he stretched out his hand to yours. You were confused, until he took hold of the beer bottle that was still in your hand and placed it on the bar.

"I think we should get out of here." He said, gently. You nodded again, and let him guide you out of the bar; the silence as you both crossed the room was deafening, and you refused to look around as you walked, instead keeping your eyes on the exit, as the guy marched you out, his hands on your shoulders.

Once you were outside, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards his car. On any other night, you would've questioned his motives, pushed back on this, maybe even slapped him and walked away; but this clearly wasn't a normal night for you. So when the hot stranger opened the passenger door, you got in.

"I can't believe I just did that." You muttered to yourself, as the guy got into the driver's side. "I just bashed a guy in the head with a bottle, for someone whose name I don't even know?"

"It's Adrian."

You turned to look at him, confused. "What?"

"It's Adrian." He repeated. "My name."

"Oh, right, yeah. I'm Y/N."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," Adrian said as he started the car, and you scoffed lightly.

"Are you seriously flirting with me right now?" You asked, and he shrugged as he threw his arm across the back of your seat as he reversed the car.

"I can't help it. A pretty woman just knocked someone out to save me. That's fucking hot."

You turned away from Adrian and looked out the window, to hide the smile forming on your lips and the hint of blushing on your cheeks. You'd clearly had your eye on the guy since you first saw him, and you were hoping the attraction you were currently feeling was mutual. For the second time that night, you couldn't help but sneak a peek at him, and when you did, you were surprised to see he was staring at you.

"You really should look at the road when you're driving." You said, and he smirked.

"I know where I'm going, the road isn't going anywhere." He replied, before swerving slightly. "Oops."

You rolled your eyes again, and shifted your body so you were facing Adrian, your back against the car door. Up close, Adrian was way hotter than you realised in the murky light of the bar. His hair curled slightly, and you wondered what it felt like to run your fingers through it. His green eyes glistened behind his glasses, and you wondered if it was possible to drown in them; you'd definitely be willing to try.

"Okay, now who's staring?" Adrian teased, making you blush. "So, do you wanna tell me where you live, or should I just keep driving into the sunset?"

"I'm not telling you where I live!" You replied. "You can drop me off wherever."

"Not happening, you saved my ass from a crazy guy! I'm not about to let you get stabbed or some shit! Do you know how many bad people are out there?"

"Not as many now though, is there?" You replied, resting your chin on your knees. "Not with Vigilante murdering them all."

You watched Adrian's shoulders tense up and your eyebrows knitted together in suspicion. "Oh, you know Vigilante?" He asked, which was a ridiculous question, since everyone in Evergreen knew who Vigilante. It was pretty hard not to know if your small town had a crime fighting, criminal murdering masked man running round.

"Not personally...I'm just saying, it's a lot safer with him out there."

Adrian glanced at you. "Do you agree with what he does?"

You shrugged, you hadn't really put too much thought into Vigilante, honestly, other than it was a pretty lazy name. "I don't know, sometimes, I guess. I mean, he's a bit brutal, and he's definitely a little trigger happy, but-oof!" You were cut off by Adrian slamming on the brakes, which made you slam your head on the dashboard and you threw your hands up and stared at Adrian with wide eyes and a disgruntled look on your face as you rubbed your forehead. "Ow! Why have you stopped?!" 

"What do you mean, "he's a little trigger happy"?" Adrian asked, his eyes wide as he stared at you.

“Seriously? God you’re so dramatic!” You replied, with a sigh. "You're a little too invested in what I think about Vigilante, Adrian." You laughed. "It's almost as if you are Vigilante."

Adrian's eyes practically bulged out of his head, his jaw agape. "Um, what? I- uh, ha ha, I have no idea what you're talking about." Adrian stuttered. "I'm just trying to make conversation."

You narrowed your eyes at him as he kept his eyes forward, his hands gripping the steering wheel, as he started the engine again, refusing to look at you. Interesting. You turned your body to face the front, letting one of your legs fall as you hugged the other close to your chest. You knew Adrian was lying, it was written all over his face, and now you felt like this was a challenge, to get him to admit it.

"I can't believe you thought I was Vigilante. Ha! So funny."

You masked a laugh with a cough, and you shook your head at how transparent he was being. He was completely oblivious that he had already given himself away, his poker face was terrible.

"How could I be Vigilante?" Adrian was still going on, trying and failing to sell the fact he wasn't Vigilante.

"Hmm, I guess so." You replied,  as you decided to up the teasing. "Either way, Vigilante is hot."

Adrian made a gargled, choking sound and glanced at you. "What?" You laughed. "I can't help if the outfit turns me on."

Adrian looked, and felt, as if he was about to faint. His mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour. What would you do if he just whipped his Vigilante mask out? The thoughts were forming in his mind, which in turn was sending his blood somewhere else. He pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned the engine off, keeping his eyes forward.

"I can't tell if you're joking." Adrian confessed, and you leaned onto the console in between you both, your head on your hand. You bit your lip as you tilted your head, watching as he turned his head to look at you, his eyes inadvertently glanced down at your cleavage.

"It doesn't matter, does it?" You said softly, as you pulled him closer to you, until your lips were close to his ear. "Because you're not Vigilante."

Adrian's breathing got heavier and you could practically hear the cogs in his head turning, trying to work out what to do next. Between your breath on his neck and your scent in his nostrils, it was driving him wild. He was sure he could grab you and kiss you, touch you and you wouldn't pull away. But he was also very aware that you could be messing with him. You were just a stranger after all, even if you were a sexy one who had saved his ass; which just made you sexier.

Adrian was silent, and you were beginning to feel awkward, maybe you might have gone a bit too far. As you began to pull away, regretting all of your choices, Adrian kicked into gear. He reached out and grabbed the back of your neck, bringing your lips crashing down onto his.

The kiss was passionate, with teeth and tongues smashing together. With Adrian's hand on the back of your neck keeping you in place and your hand gripping the front of his t-shirt, the air in the car was hot and thick, and you were pretty sure you'd never been this turned on before. Your hands slipped under his t-shirt, your fingertips tracing the outline of his perfect abs; his hands under your shirt as he unhooked your bra before he massaged your breasts, paying close attention to your nipples. Everything about him intoxicated you; the way he touched you, his touch setting your body on fire, you knew you wouldn't be able to stop now. Unfortunately, Adrian pulled away first, breathless, with an adorable lopsided grin on his face.

"I've been wanting to do that since I saw you at the bar." He said, and you grinned.

"Just that?" You asked, slowly removing your bra from your shirt sleeves and unbuttoning your shirt as you spoke. "Because I have a few other ideas."

Adrian couldn't tear his eyes away from your chest as you slowly finished with the buttons. A growl erupted from Adrian's throat as your shirt came open, exposing your breasts. The tightening in his jeans was a lot more uncomfortable now, and the tension in the car was unbearable. You couldn't wait for Adrian to make the next move, you needed him now.

"Get in the back." You instructed. Adrian pulled his eyes away from your breasts, blinking at you as he failed to catch up. "Adrian, get in the back." You repeated, tilting your head towards the back seat.

The realization washed over Adrian and he scrambled over the console, pulling his t-shirt over his head at the same time. When he wiggled awkwardly out of his jeans on the back seat, you took a moment to check out the half-naked man in front of you. He was stunning, every part of him was perfect, and you wanted to see the rest of it. You wanted to crawl over the console and take him, to make him yours. So that's what you did.

When you straddled Adrian, who was lying on the back seat, his hands found your denim-clad hips, and he pouted. "Why am I naked and you're not?" He asked. You brought your face closer to his, grinding your hips as you did. He groaned, bucking his hips, and you stopped, your lips inches away from his.

"Because it seems I'm in control right now." You whispered as you rolled your hips again. Adrian whimpered; before he closed the small distance between your lips. To his annoyance, you kept the kiss deliberately slow and lazy, and so he put his hand on the back of your head, grabbed a fistful of your hair, and pushed his tongue into your mouth. With his hand in your hair, his tongue in your mouth and his bulge in your crotch, you were soaking wet.

Your hand slipped between your bodies, you popped the button open on your jeans before putting your hand into Adrian's boxers. Adrian gasped into your mouth, and while you worked your hand up and down his cock, he slipped your shirt off your shoulders before he began to play with your breasts again. It almost distracted you from his cock, the way he was rolling your nipples and massaging your breasts, and when you caught the smug smirk on his lips, you decided to up the ante.

You removed his hands from your breasts and brought your head down to his jaw, which you traced with your tongue, before dragging your tongue down his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his stomach until you reached his boxers. Adrian lifted his hips up, allowing you to slip his boxers off, finally freeing his cock. You wasted no time, taking as much of his cock as you could in your mouth and wrapping your hand around the rest. The noise that Adrian made as you used your hand and mouth simultaneously was sinful, and it spurred you on.

"Fffu-oh fuck!" Adrian grunted, his hands finding the back of your head again. You kept your eyes on his face, the way the sweat was beading on his forehead and his curls, the way his eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head, the profanities leaving his lips as he struggled to keep his composure. You were pretty sure you'd never seen a sexier sight, and it turned you on more, which you didn't think was possible.

"Sh-shit! Fuuuck, you're gon-gonna make me cum!" Adrian said, strangled.

"Then cum for me, Adrian." You coaxed, as you ran your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, lapping up the precum that was forming.

"Uh-uh, not-oh fuck- not yet."

He pulled you from his cock by your hair, and you begrudgingly sat up, your back against the car door, the window now covered in condensation. You watched Adrian regain his breath as you licked his precum from your lips.

The sight was almost enough to bring Adrian to the brink, almost. Not without tasting you, not without feeling your thighs clench around his head as he brought you to an orgasm with his mouth. He needed it, more than he needed oxygen, and so he tapped on your knees. It was his turn to give the orders.

"Take them off."

You licked your lips and did as you were told, never breaking eye contact. Once your jeans were off, Adrian positioned himself in between your legs and ran his finger up your clothed slit. Then he hooked his fingers in between your underwear and pulled them down, practically drooling at the sight of your cunt.

He didn't waste any more time, he just dove straight in. He focused on your clit with his tongue, as he used to fingers to fuck you. A constant stream of moans and unintelligible words left your mouth and your head fell against the window. Adrian certainly knew what he was doing and you didn't ever want him to stop.

With Adrian's curls tangled up in your fingers and his head buried in between your legs, absolutely devouring your cunt; you were on the brink of your orgasm. He switched up his actions, now using his thumb to caress your clit while his tongue fucked you and lapped up your juices.

"Fuck, Adrian," you breathed, "you're so good at eating pussy."

Adrian looked up at you, his plush lips coated with your juices, and he grinned. You almost came from that sight alone, he truly was gorgeous. You stretched your hand out and ran your thumb over his bottom lip, before you put it between your teeth, dragging your tongue over the tip. A guttural groan left Adrian's lips as he crawled up your body - as much as he could in the small space - placing little kisses along his path. When he got to your neck, he nibbled and sucked at your skin, marking you as his, before he used his tongue to soothe the bruises he was making.

Adrian looked you in the eyes; like he was staring right into your soul, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

You brought your lips to his, kissing him passionately and softly. "I'd be offended if you didn't." You mumbled against his lips.

In response, Adrian guided his cock inside you, his mouth catching your moan as he did. "Are you okay?" He asked, making your heart almost melt. When you nodded, he slammed into you and you clutched his shoulders; feeling euphoric.

"Adrian, I can't- you're gonna make-"

Your words were lost as Adrian's hand disappeared in between you both, his fingers finding your clit, desperate to bring you over the edge.

"Cum for me," Adrian groaned, breathless as he relentlessly fucked you. With every thrust, every flick, every kiss on the neck, you felt yourself teetering closer to the edge, and the noises you were making let Adrian know. "Fuck, baby, I'm so close."

That was all it took. Adrian calling you baby had sent you into a frenzy and made you come undone. Adrian's name fell out of your mouth and moments later, Adrian had also come undone. His head was resting on your chest, both of you sweaty and breathless when he began to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You questioned, a yawn slipping from your mouth as you did.

"We’ve just had great car sex, but I still don't know where you live." He replied and you chuckled slightly.

"Well, I could show you." You offered, and Adrian's head snapped up, his eyes wide.

"Really?" He asked, getting a nod from you in response.

"Yeah, but only if we can cuddle. I'm exhausted."

Adrian grinned and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose before sitting up and putting his clothes back on, throwing you yours.

"It's a deal."

[knightakutagawas]

𓏲 ˚ ༘ 𖣠 back to the old house

@peacemakernet EVENT 02: once more, with feeling!

— pairing: adrian chase x batfam/wayne!reader

— summary: maybe you should have expected your father would find out you’re dating a wanted criminal. you definitely didn’t expect for your older brother to show up at your house half way across the country. so, it really shouldn’t surprise you that your father is holding a family dinner in adrian’s chases honor.

or in which your family somehow continues to surprise you.

— content warnings: brief smut (piv sex, rough sex, praise kink, mentions of pain kink), caught having sex, mentions of violence, troubling family dynamics, mentions of adoption & orphanage, drinking, daddy issues, reader is the number one adrian chase defender, reader has a crush on starfire. 18+ minors dni.

— authors note: ahh! i finally write something for the peacemakernet <3 i hope i did this right lol! it’s my first time participating in something like this. anyways, i have been obsessing over batfam!reader & spewed this up because i’m obsessed with the awkward dynamics that would happen here. i’ve also been thinking about writing a little backstory/prequel for batfam!reader. also let’s pretend like i didn’t post the second part of the story (it was literally just going to be smut lol).

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚ🦋ɞ┊ unofficial sequel/one shot for to wish for impossible things ꒱

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Falling in love with Adrian Chase was not apart of the plan when you were shipped off to Evergreen, Washington by your father. You had one simple goal: keep an eye on Task Force X and report back to your father once a week on updates. You didn't try to fall in love with Adrian, it just happened. It was slow, and sweet, and incredibly erotic.

As your fake relationship with Adrian turned into a real one, you also came clean to the task force about your reasonings for being in Evergreen. (Harcourt let you know that she already knew about this secret plot and she was just waiting for the rest of them to catch up). The group didn't shun you or push you away once they learned the truth, in fact, it brought you guys closer together. You had found yourself a group of people who accepted you for you. That's a family.

With your father content with the information you pass along with him weekly, you found yourself a home in Evergreen. A peaceful life that you found yourself enjoying. You never thought a life like this would satisfy you. But not having constant cameras on you gave you a freedom you had always craved.

Everything was great, until your father decided to surprise you.

"Fuck me right there, baby! Yes!" You screamed out as Adrian pounded into your wet cunt. Your stiletto nails were drawing blood down Adrian's back as he destroyed your pussy.

"Such a good girl for me. Uh — You are doing such a good job taking my cock," Adrian growled into your ear as the sounds of his animalistic thrusts filled your apartment.

"I'm so — fuck, baby! — I'm so close!" You moaned out as Adrian started to roll his fucking hips as he thrusted into you.

"Go ahead, come for me, baby. Such.. a.. good.. girl," Each word out of Adrian's mouth enunciated with a sharp thrust of his hips.

"God, please don't," A stranger voice called out in the room. You jumped and reached for the batarang under your pillow while Adrian jumped out of you and quickly grabbed his pistol on the nightstand.

You throw the batarang aimlessly and Adrian cocks the gun at the target. Once the batarang whizzes past the intruder, you see who it is. Your fucking brother. Dick Grayson stood in the doorframe of your bedroom, wedging the batarang from its spot in the trim. You motioned for Adrian to lower the gun. He gave you a hesitant look, but ended up agreeing and slowly set it back down onto the table.

"You know, for someone named Dick, you really are a fucking cockblock," You shouted at your brother, wrapping the duvet cover closer around your body. Adrian was still crouching next to the bed, peaking his head up just enough to spot Dick Grayson. He was just as beautiful as they people say. Charcoal black hair and piercing blue eyes, and an ass that looks good even in denim.

"I'm sorry for not wanting to see my baby sister getting plowed by a serial killer," Dick retorted, his haunting blue eyes darting over to Adrian, "Put fucking clothes on and meet me in the living room."

Dick tossed the batarang in the air, caught it, and turned back down your hallway. Once he was out of sight, you threw your head back down onto the pillow and huffed. Adrian slowly rose from his spot on the floor and scurried to find his clothes scattered around your bedroom. He began tossing your clothes onto the bed. He seemed anxious and stressed, so you got out of bed and walked up to Adrian. You still weren't wearing any clothes and Adrian gulped as your naked body was exposed to him.

"You need to put clothes on. I can't get an erection in front of your brother," Adrian said before throwing another shirt at your face.

"You don't need to be nervous, pretty boy. It's just Dick. He's daddy's lap dog. He won't do anything to you, I promise," You consoled Adrian as you slowly slipped Adrian's stolen hoodie over your head and stepped into your panties.

"It's not that. I-It's just the first time I'm meeting your family," Adrian mumbled out as he combed his fingers through his hair to smooth it out.

He was nervous about meeting your brother, not about him possibly being sent to prison. That's kind of cute, actually.

"Just let me do the talking. And don't get swept up in any of Dick's bullshit. He's a charmer," You said as you kissed Adrian's cheek and walked to meet your brother in the living room.

Dick was sat in the little arm chair in the corner, holding a framed photo of you and Jason. (It was taken a few years back. Jason had a bloody nose and you had a gash on your lip. It was the first time you fought side by side with Jason and you had a good time). You slinked onto the couch and watched as Adrian hesitantly sat down next you. He kept at least one inch of space between the two of you, not daring to touch you in front of your brother.

"You don't have any pictures of me. I'm hurt, princess," Dick said as he sat the picture frame back down on the side table. You hated when your siblings would call you princess. A name they began to call you as soon as the press did.

"Jason doesn't call me princess, so," You shot back at your brother.

"Speaking of Jason..."

You rolled your eyes and threw your head back into the sofa, "Ugh, what did he do now?"

Dick laughed, "Nothing, actually. Dad convinced him to join us for a family dinner. Which is why I'm here."

"I am not going to a fucking family dinner," You groaned out.

"It's in your honor, actually. Well, it's in his honor," Dick stated, looking over at Adrian who was fumbling with his hands next to you on the couch.

"Oh fuck no—,"

"I'm not asking, princess. I'm telling. Get your shit together and meet me at the Evergreen air field in an hour. Dad let me take the jet to get you," Dick commanded, before standing up from the velvet arm chair and walking out your front door.

You threw your head back again in frustration and groaned, "I fucking hate this fucking family!"

Adrian quickly scooted closer to you and gently grabbed you hand, "I-It will be fine. We will go to Gotham and—,"

You laughed, "This will be anything but fine, Adrian. Y-You haven't met my family."

"D-Do you not want me to?" Adrian mumbled, playing with your fingers. His eyes were no longer looking into yours, as he usually does when he gets vulnerable with you.

"It's not that, baby. It's just, my family is — collectively a mess. An orphan doesn't just adopt five orphaned children without having a chaotic household," You said, cupping Adrian's jawline and brushing your thumb along his cheek. Adrian nuzzled into your hand and slightly nodded.

"Do you think Batman is going to arrest me?"

You giggled and Adrian's smile grew. It did every time you laughed, "No. He wants to meet you. Which, I think is worse than wanting to arrest you. Prepare yourself for some very invasive questions."

You and Adrian arrived at Evergreen Air field exactly one hour after your brother. You only brought bare necessities as most of your possessions were still in your bedroom at home. Adrian only wanted to bring his Vigilante suit but you convinced him to bring a nice button up shirt for dinner. This was Adrian's first time on an airplane, he confessed to you on the car ride to the air field, and you promised that he would be perfectly fine. (A Wayne jet is far safer than any regular Boeing). You and Adrian sat in the cream seats across from Dick — not before you grabbed a mimosa from the flight attendant.

"I think we should go over some ground rules of the Manor," Dick said, sipping his sparkling water.

"That's probably best," You muttered out, setting your mimosa in the cup holder. Your other hand was still attached to Adrian's, which your brother noticed.

"Okay, Adrian. Rule One: do not touch anything unless you are told. Rule Two: do not go anywhere unless you are told. And Rule Three: don't look at Damian in the eyes, he can smell fear," Dick listened to rules and Adrian tried his hardest to integrate the new information into his brain. He did not want to fuck this up. He is meeting Bruce Wayne, the Batman, and your father. If he messed this up, he would land himself in Arkham for life.

"Don't acknowledge Damian. He's insane because he was trained by his League of Assassins mommy. If you even breath wrong, he will say something," You said to Adrian, taking another sip of the mimosa.

"League of Assassins? That sounds cool as hell. I want to join," Adrian pouted and Dick started laughing. You shot daggers at Dick.

"Trust me, Adrian. You do not want to join the League of Assassins. Ra's al Ghul would kill you on-site," Dick chuckled out. Adrian frowned and you squeezed his hand a little tighter.

The rest of the plane ride was as, normal, as a jet ride could go. It was only an hour flight, given the speed of the plane. You caught up with Dick.

("So, will Kori be joining us for dinner? Or are you dating Babs today?" You asked, clutching your third mimosa and smirking a little at your brother.

"I don't bring Kori around after you tried to fuck her the last time she was over," Dick mumbled out, running a hand through his dark hair.

"I just wanted her to know that when you two inevitably broke up again, that I was available for her," You smirked out. Adrian's eyes were popping out of his head at the banter. He didn't know you were into girls as well. He was going to have to follow up with you on that one.

"I think you said, and I quote: 'When you figure out that you are too good for Dick. I'll be here for you with open arms and open legs'.")

Upon landing, Alfred Pennyworth picked you up for the airport. If anyone asked, you would say that Bruce Wayne is your father, but Alfred raised you. Which is true. Alfred taught you, cared for you while your father was fighting crime in the streets of Gotham. When you saw him on the tarmac, you ran up to him and gave him a huge hug.

"Alfred! Ugh, I missed you," You said into Alfred's expensive blazer.

"I missed you too, Miss Wayne. The manor hasn't been the same without you," Alfred said, rubbing a gentle hand on your spine.

"Well, there is no one to stop Tim and Damian from killing each other now," You laughed. You motioned for Adrian to come over, which he hesitantly did. He stood besides you two awkwardly, shifting his weight between feet and looking anywhere but into your eyes.

"Alfred, this is Adrian Chase, my boyfriend. Adrian, this is Alfred. He basically raised me, seeing as Dad was never home," You laughed, waving a hand in between the two. Adrian's hand jumped out to give Alfred's a firm handshake.

"It's so nice to meet you, Mister Pennyworth," Adrian exclaimed, jerking their hands up and down aggressively.

Alfred's knowing eyes shot to you, "It's nice to meet you too, Mister Chase. Master Wayne has been dying to meet you."

You groaned and slipped into the black limousine. Adrian, who has also never been in a limo before, slid into the car behind you. His eyes were in awe of the dim lights and spacious room in the back of the car.

"I always forget you are super rich," Adrian whispered into your ear. You grabbed a champagne flute from the little cart and passed another one to Adrian.

"The money is the only plus side of being a Wayne. Cheers to the most fucked up family on the planet!" You toasted your glass between Adrian and Dick, who clinked flutes with yours.

"You could say that again," Dick mumbled out before taking a sip.

Wayne Manor was located in the countryside of Gotham. There was no neighbors for miles, and you could only see the Gotham Skyline peaking out in the distance. It was another rainy day in Gotham and the dark clouds that surrounded Wayne Manor made it look haunted. It was dark, old, and gothic. The iron gates that stood tall in front of the Manor were a warning. It wasn't a sparkling, modern mansion as Adrian expected. The home was owned by the brooding Batman, so he shouldn't have expected much. There was a couple of staff members awaiting your arrival on the grand staircase outside, ready to grab your luggage and escort you to the proper rooms. Dick exited the limo first. Then Adrian, who held your hand as you left the car. You squeezed his hand anxiously and slowly started up the stone staircase.

Jason Todd greeted you as you entered into the foyer. You screamed his name when you saw him, and took off into Jason's arms. He caught you, and brought you in to a big hug. Jason swung you in his arms for a few seconds before setting you back down on the original hardwood floors.

"Hey, little bird. Haven't seen you in awhile," Jason said, his voice was very quiet and you really had to pay attention when he spoke.

"I heard you came home just to see your favorite sibling," You said, punching his bicep and chuckling a little.

"I actually came home to meet your new boy toy," Jason nudged his head at Adrian, who looked out of place in the massive victorian structure.

You rolled your eyes, "He's not my boy toy, he's my boyfriend."

"Wow, finally someone got you to settle down. Congrats, man. Little bird, here would never stay with someone more than one night—," Jason directed his attention and words to Adrian. You quickly placed a hand over his mouth, before he could embarrass you anymore.

"He doesn't know what he's talking about," You turned to Adrian behind you.

Jason managed to escape his mouth from your grasp, "That's not true. You never brought the same person home —,"

"I was saving myself for Kori, " You blurred out, causing Jason to burst out into laughter.

"Good luck. She's back with Grayson again."

You groaned, "God, when will he just pick one. Wasn't he engaged to Babs like a few months ago?"

"Yeah, tell me about it."

After Jason hastily left as Dick entered the house, you brought Adrian up to your old bedroom. It reminded Adrian a lot of how you decorated the apartment you currently lived in. Fake plants stuffed into random corners, a few magazine covers you did framed on the walls. (There was a picture of your family sitting on your dresser. It was a formal photograph. Jason wasn't included, and everyone was dressed in black. No smiles. It looked militaristic).

"I was hoping to see some boy band posters and stuffed animals," Adrian chuckled out as he threw himself onto your king size bed.

You laid down next to him, placing yourself in between his body and his arm, "I threw those out awhile ago, pretty boy."

Adrian's pink lips folded into a pout, "I can't wait to learn embarrassing stories about you tonight."

You rolled your eyes, "God. Ugh, I don't want to see my dad. I would rather be thrown into the Lazarus pit."

Adrian's eyebrow quirked at the mention of the Lazarus pit. But, he learned very early on into your relationship not to question the random family lore you throw his way. You were much more of a certified superhero anyways, more than Adrian at least.

"We have a few hours before dinner. Do you want to take a bath with me?" You questioned, standing up to peel your shirt off.

Adrian's eyes widened at your braless torso and quickly nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

You told Adrian to wear black to his funeral. His funeral being the family dinner tonight, where he is the guest of honor. You made sure to coach him on his responses while getting ready. Don't ramble, don't stay off topic, and do not mention his extracurricular work. Adrian was eager to impress your father and latched onto every piece of advice you threw at him. You combed his curls back out of his face and placed him in a black button up and some slacks. Adrian, who normally only wore zip ups and blue jeans, was always so excited to dress up. He always mumbled about finally getting his Princess Diaries Makeover Moment. (You always put a little blush on his cheeks and lip gloss on his lips. He liked how the lip gloss tasted and "you can't have a makeover without blush, birdie. It's not possible.").

Adrian pressed a glossy kiss to your red lips and admired your dress. It was a silky navy blue slip dress that suited you so perfectly. Adrian's eyes washed past your hips and to meet your perky nipples peaking out of your dress. You flicked him in the head.

"Don't get any ideas, big guy. The last thing we need is you trying to fuck me during dinner," You shouted out at your clearly horny boyfriend.

"Then you are going to have to change dresses because I cannot take my eyes off your boobs right now."

"Adrian Allen Chase, I will electrocute you in the dick right now," You groaned out as you walked back into your walk in closet.

Adrian's slacks tightened again and he gritted his teeth, "Birdie, you can't just say that to me. You know I—,"

You appeared in the closets door frame in only your bra and underwear. Matching. Teal. Adrian physically had to force himself to look anywhere but your body, "Yeah, I remember. Do you remember how I strapped you to a chair and tased your throbbing cock?"

You were sounding so fucking innocent and naive. Like you didn't know exactly what you were saying. Adrian ground his teeth together to feel anything but how hard he was.

"Stop it, birdie. We- We have to go to dinner," Adrian sputtered out. His eyes attached to the crown molding on your ceilings. His hands clutched together in front of his cock, which was clearly springing out of his slacks.

"But, baby. What if we just stayed here and fucked on every surface of my bedroom?" You questioned as you stalked towards him. Adrian still refused to look into your batting eyelashes and big doe eyes as you pressed yourself into his chest.

"You aren't getting out of this. Go. Get Changed," Adrian spat out, tilting his head to look into your doe eyes. You grumbled and rolled your eyes.

"Okay, dad. Whatever you say," You said as you stumbled back into your closet and found a long sleeve dress that was modest enough for Adrian.

Adrian nodded in approval as you twirled around for him. You grabbed his arm as you two strolled out of bedroom towards the dinning room. The formal family dining room was located on the first of three floors in the Wayne Manor. Tucked behind a sitting room, the dining room was large enough to seat fifty guests. A grand chandelier casted the room into a yellow light, which sparkled off the crystal glasses. At formal family dinners like tonight, Alfred would set out assigned seating. Everyone was forced to one end of the table, never scattered about at different spots around the forty foot mahogany table. Alfred would assign seats under the principle of the least amount of arguments possible. Never seat Jason Todd next to Bruce Wayne or Dick Grayson, and never seat Damian Wayne next to Tim Drake. Damian usually sat closest to Bruce Wayne, as Bruce was able to coral him better than anyone else. Cassandra was usually sat in between Tim and Jason as a buffer. She was didn't talk, but gave a deadly glare to either of the boys if one of them began to chirp up.

As you waltzed into the dining room, you gasped at the seating arrangement. Adrian Chase was placed on the right of Bruce Wayne. Easiest access to stare into his soul and suck the life from his body. You shot a pleading look to Alfred, who scooted your chair out for you to sit.

"I'm sorry, Miss Wayne. Master Wayne requested it," Alfred whispered into your ear as you sat into your chair.

Your siblings started to spill into the room slowly. Jason was sat on your right, Damian was sat on the left of your father, Dick was sat next to Damian, and Cassandra acted as a buffer between Tim and Jason. Jason, who's white streak was prominent under the golden light, gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder as he sat down. All of your siblings had anxiety about this. You hadn't all been in a room together in two years, and a formal dinner held by your father could only end in one way. A train wreck. You wondered how arrogant your father must have felt sending Dick across the country to call for you.

A server was pouring you and Adrian of glass of vintage red wine when Bruce Wayne stepped into the dining room. Adrian's eyes quickly dashed down, now suddenly more interested in the red wine he won't drink. You gently moved your hand to rest on Adrian's thighs. You saw his shoulders jump at the hand on his thigh and he quickly took a big gulp of his wine. You stand corrected.

Bruce sat down at the table and took a sip of his brandy. His eyes washed over all his children before lingering on you and Adrian. You met his cold eyes and sharpened yours. You didn't dare break the stare as you took a sip of your wine and squeezed Adrian's thigh. Then, Bruce's eyes darted to Adrian. Adrian stared at the tip of Bruce's nose, as he learned a trick about looking like you are giving eye contact without actually giving direct eye contact. Bruce gave him a once over, glancing at his trembling hands that were gripping at his napkin.

"Are you just going to give us the death stare, Dad? Or can we get along with the meal?" You snapped after you felt Adrian's tremble reach his thigh. Your eyes darted to Adrian's for a moment, and see him give you a light smile as you protected him from your fathers glances.

"Don't be rude, princess. This dinner is for your boyfriend, anyways," Damian gripped back, taking a sip of his apple juice in his crystal tumbler.

"Shut it, Damian. No one wants to hear from you tonight," Jason chirped up and you snapped your head at him. Of course, not one conversation together could go cordially.

"That's enough," Bruce grumbled as he poured back the brandy into his mouth. He motioned to the staff to start serving plates as you laid your napkin in your lap. The other Wayne's might not have class, but you did. Sometimes.

A four cheese lasagna made from scratch and aged cheese was placed in front of you. You shot a look to your father, "I hope the meal is okay. I heard Adrian liked Italian."

You squeezed Adrian's thigh tighter. Your stiletto nails digging deeper into his thigh. Adrian deeply inhaled and shot you a warning look as you tried to suppress your rage. Of course your father looked into Adrian. It should be expected, but you keep getting more surprised and blind sided with your family each time they speak.

The family started to cut into their steaming hot meals. No one daring to say the first word, and no one daring to look at each other. The room was silent for minutes, expect for the sound of silverware clattering and the sounds of people sipping their drinks.

“So, Adrian. I assume my daughter has told you about her extracurricular activities?” Bruce asked, head turned towards Adrian.

Adrian swallowed his food harshly and his fearful eyes slowly met Bruce’s. He was trying his hardest to keep his eyes from popping out of his skull, “Yes, uh. Yes, sir.”

You squeezed Adrian’s thigh again and you heard him squeeze.

“I see, and I assume you figured out who we all are,” Bruce continued his questioning. He couldn’t help myself. Always had to play detective in whatever room he was in.

Adrian hesitantly nodded. Bruce set his silverware down onto his plate and dabbed the corner of his lips with his napkin, “Well good, then we are all open to speak freely about our situations. I assume he knows the reason as to why you were in Evergreen as well.”

Your fathers attention turned towards you and you felt your breath start to quicken, “He figured out the first day we met. Adrian is very smart. Smarter than most, actually.”

No matter how scared or nervous you may feel, you can never show it. Never show weakness. It was drilled into your head like a lobotomy.

“Now you are really going to get your boyfriend thrown into Arkham, princess,” Tim spoke across the table and you shot him an evil eye.

“Tim, shut your mouth,” You fired back, words laced with venom.

Tim stuck his tongue out at you, “Don’t be mad at me because I was your replacement.”

“Timothy, watch it,” Jason retorted back, defending your honor. Of course he had to enter into the conversation to make things worse.

“Jason, butt out of it,” Dick piped up. Cassandra quickly stabbed her butter knife into the mahogany next to Dick’s hand to get him to be quiet.

“This dinner is suppose to be about our guest. Everyone, please just be civil for one night,” Bruce grumbled out from the head of the table.

“Sure, that’s what this dinner is about. No other ulterior motives to this I’m sure,” You mumbled into your wine glass as you finished off the rest of it.

“Is it so wrong of me to want to get to know my daughters first boyfriend?” Bruce asked, motioning to the server for another glass of brandy.

“We all know why we are here, Dad. You want to see if Adrian is good enough to know our little secret or if you want to throw him into Arkham,” You spat out, slamming your wine glass back into the table and leaning closer to your father.

You saw Damian’s mouth start to open in the corner of your mouth and quickly snapped your attention to him, “Close your mouth right now, Little Boy, or I’ll close it for you.”

Damian glared at you, but quickly closed his mouth and slumped back into his chair. You snapped your head back to your father, who was giving you a look that fathers give their children when they are disappointed. It disgusted you.

“That’s enough,” Bruce snapped at you.

“It’s true, though right? That’s the reason you even bothered on getting us all together. You wanted them to rank my boyfriend in front of his face and debate on whether he gets to have a life. It’s sick and it’s demeaning!” You shouted, all the alcohol you’ve consumed giving you a newfound confidence. You are telling your father off and it feels so good.

Adrian stared at you with amazement. You are defending him in front of the fucking Batman. No one has ever attempted to defend him before, let alone to the founder of the Justice League. You were the coolest person he knew. He was in love with coolest person in the world.

“I was actually going to let you know that you are free of your duties in Evergreen and are free to come home,” Bruce shouted back at you. That caused you to back down and sink into your chair.

“I-I don’t want to come home, Dad,” You stuttered out. Adrian had removed your tight grip on his thigh and you were now squeezing his hand for support. You would never leave Adrian.

“Don’t throw your life away in some hell hole for a piece of shit murderer, princess,” Dick chirped up and you fucking lost it. All the emotions you have been feeling your entire life bubbling up to the surface, and the alcohol finally let you express them.

“He is a person! What — Why do none of you seem to understand that? He’s — He’s literally sitting right here. Y-You don’t get to do this. I see right through all of you. Y-You just invited us here to pick apart, Adrian, and guilt me for dating a vigilante!” You shouted, standing up from your seat at the table. All eyes were on you, even Cassandra’s.

“Let’s go, Adrian. I-I won’t let this happen to you,” You said, looking down at Adrian. His green eyes were soft and looking at you with such admiration. That look made everything you had just said worth it. You would defend Adrian Chase until the day you die, and that’s all that mattered to you.

You outstretched your hand to pull Adrian up. He accepted and stood up with you.

“I-It was nice meeting you all,” Adrian mumbled out with a small wave to your siblings, avoiding your fathers line of sight.

You started to walk off until your fathers voice brought you to a stop, “If you go, I will no longer support you. The apartment, the equipment, it will all be gone.”

You turned your head around, “You never did anyways. At least in any way that mattered.”

When you shut the grand doors of your bedroom, the exhaustion of the night finally hit you. You slumped against the door in an attempt to collect yourself. You completely embarrassed yourself in front of Adrian. Your family made you feel like a fool. They turned you into someone you aren’t. Someone you didn’t like. The Curse of the Wayne’s, you liked to call it. Adrian was carefully peeling off his clothes to shove back into his duffel bag, not noticing you still clutching the door handles.

Once you composed yourself, you slowly shifted over to Adrian. He had changed into a pair of sweatpants that he arrived in and you had a perfect view of his sculpted body. You ran a fingernail over his abs, deciding a jagged scar was more important than looking into Adrian’s eyes.

“I-I’m sorry for embarrassing you, tonight. My family brings out a side of me I don’t really like,” You mumbled out, tracing a bullet hole on his stomach.

“What do you have to be sorry for, birdie? You defending me in front of fucking Batman. That is the dopest thing anyone has done for me, ever,” Adrian exclaimed, pinching your chin between his fingers to tilt your head up.

You looked into his green eyes and couldn’t help but smile, “Really?”

Adrian nodded quickly, which caused his glasses to slid down his nose. You pushed them up the bridge of his nose, “You are the coolest person I know, dude. No one would have the balls to yell at Bruce Wayne.”

You chuckled, “I think I wouldn’t have if I didn’t have that glass of wine.”

“It’s because you loveee me,” Adrian teased, squeezing your hips.

You slapped a hand on his bicep, “Shut your mouth, Chase.”

“Make me,” Adrian stuck his tongue out as he made an effort to cheer you up.

You rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to his lips, “You’re lucky I love you, Chase. I just threw away millions of dollars for you.”

Adrian’s arm found home in the small of your back, “Does that mean you will be moving in with me?”

You gave him a small smile, “If you’ll have me.”

Adrian abruptly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You screeched out in surprise and laughed as he slapped your ass, “Hell yeah, birdie. Now, let’s go home. I hate it here.”

You will always have a home if Adrian was around. He was your home, and he was the only fucking family that mattered.

[tiannasfanfic]

A Birthday of Favorites

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

@peacemakernet Adrian Chase Appreciation Week Day 7: Birthday Celebration!

Summary: It's Adrian Chase's 31st birthday and you have absolutely no idea what to do for it.

A/N: This event has been so much fun, both creating and seeing what everyone else has created! 💜🖤

CW: Cussing, kissing, light groping and implied sex.

Word Count: 2,076

Crossposted to AO3

Today is Adrian Chase’s 31st birthday. You had been trying to think of something to do for over a month now to make this day a special one. So far, you had come up with exactly squat and now you were out of time.

You had a big problem with overthinking things. Second guessing yourself, too. Any time you thought of something that seemed like a good idea, immediately it would be followed by thoughts of, “nah, he wouldn’t like that,” or “that’s too silly, even for him” or something along those lines.

Of course, there was always your default of surprising him with a new lingerie set and fucking all night, which was always a great backup plan. But you’d done that a million times by now. While you knew he certainly wouldn’t complain if you did it again, and that was already in the cards for the end night anyway, you wanted to do something special before that.

But what?

The team had been very little help when you asked them last week. Harcourt and John couldn’t think of any suggestions aside from “a swift kick in the ass” since they always had a tough time picking out gifts for Adrian. They already had theirs, so they were fresh out of ideas. Chris and Leota had a couple of good suggestions each. Chris’ all related to sex (one of which you would be doing tonight along with the lingerie) and the weapons Leota suggested as gifts Adrian would need to give his input on beforehand.

Hmm. Going to the movies maybe?

No, Adrian hated the theater. Or, rather, the theater hated him since he tended to talk through movies unless he was completely sucked into them, which was rare.

Go out to dinner?

No, that wouldn’t work. While you both weren’t really fussy eaters (him more so than you), going out to a restaurant always turned expensive as fuck because you both had the same damn problem of having zero self-control when it came to ordering food. If you both stuck to one entree each and two appetizers, it’d be fine. But no. You both usually ended up with one entree each, one entree both of you wanted to try so you’d split it, no less than three appetizers and something else to split, be it soup, salad or whatever.

You both were absolutely ridiculous, and you knew it.

Gift wise, you were completely stuck, too. You couldn’t think of anything to get him that he didn’t already have or wouldn’t break the bank. Anything small he might want, or if you saw something you thought he’d like, you always got it for him throughout the year. It could be anything from a rock you saw while working in your flower bed or a knife at one of those random corner convenience stores that have everything. Giving small gifts was one of your love languages.

Finally, the day arrived, and you weren’t any closer to figuring it out. You were still awake even when Adrian got home from patrol. That was highly unusual for you. You laid in bed, feigning sleep when you heard him come into the room. Usually, he could tell by your breathing and heart rate that you weren’t asleep, but if he knew you were awake, he didn’t say anything. He just climbed into bed and cuddled up next to you. You figured he knew and guessed what it was about considering what the day was now. You were calmy awake, not panicky awake or worried awake. But at least with him in bed now and holding you close, you were able to finally dose off and get some sleep.

A nap is all it really ended up amounting too. No matter how late you went to bed, you never could sleep past 10am. Even on Saturday’s, like today. It was annoying, but what could you do? Four hours was better than none though.

You carefully slipped out of bed to not wake Adrian, which was easy today. Sometime during the night, he had let you go and rolled over. You quietly picked your clothes from yesterday up off the floor and slipped out of the bedroom. He was still snoring, so you didn’t want to risk waking him by getting into the closet or dresser. After you changed in the living room, foregoing a shower at the moment for the same reasons, you quietly slipped out of your shared apartment.

After that, you sat in your car for a while, still waking up and still trying to decide what to do. Money was definitely a factor in your plans since neither of you made a whole lot. This kind of black ops work didn’t pay well at all since you didn’t technically exist. Hell, after you had moved to Evergreen on your permanent reassignment, you ended up needing to get a second job. You needed up going to work waitressing at Fennel Fields. While you worked closely with Vigilante on the team, working together at the restaurant was actually how you two ended up falling for each other. You didn’t actually know Adrian was Vigilante for five months until you had to take his mask off while he was unconscious, a fact everyone still teases you about. While you still felt bad to this day for de-masking him without his permission, you didn’t have choice. If you hadn’t done it, Chris would’ve. Blood had been pouring out of Adrian’s mask thanks to a broken nose and busted lip, but neither of you knew that’s what it was, and panicked thinking Adrian was drowning in his own blood. He woke up swinging from you attempting to reset his nose while still unconscious, which resulted in a black eye for you. But that was actually the catalyst that finally made you ask him out, which you did later on that night at HQ as he was apologizing profusely while you held ice on your eye.

No, you couldn’t do anything too fancy, you knew, so that narrowed your options quite a bit.

“Oh, fuck it,” you finally said, starting your car. “Simple birthdays full of favorites are good, right?”

It only took a little over two hours to get back to the apartment from shopping and stopping for breakfast. Since it was still fairly early on a Saturday, there weren’t many people out and about. Adrian was still sound asleep. You could hear him snoring from the bedroom as you put the groceries away for dinner tonight. It wasn’t going to be anything fancy, just the one thing you made that Adrian always seemed to request the most often. Your beef enchiladas with Mexican rice.

You didn’t really know why he loved the enchiladas so much. The rice you could understand. That recipe you had learned while briefly living down by the border in Texas on an assignment. One of your coworkers had taught you her recipe, which was taught by her mom and so on, and made absolutely sure you prepared it correctly. The enchiladas though? That was just the recipe off the cans of Old El Paso sauce that you had tweaked to your taste over the years. Regardless, he loved them and raved about them to anyone that would listen, and that’s all that mattered right now.

After putting everything away, you picked up the McDonald’s bag and drink tray, and quietly made your way back to the bedroom.

Adrian had flipped over in his sleep and was now on his stomach, spread eagle in the middle of the bed, with his head between your pillows and his. The blankets had been tossed back, leaving him mostly open to the air except for his boxers.

A grin came to your face as you got an idea. You went over to the dresser, quietly setting the bag and tray down on it. Why the dresser? Well, you knew how Adrian could be when surprised unexpectedly and, if a struggle ensued, the dresser was the farthest from the bed. You didn’t want anything knocked over, especially not the coffee. For once, the frozen drink machine had been clean, so you treated the both of you to Frappe’s. Mocha for you, caramel for him.

With everything sat down, you went back over to the doorway and faced the bed. You got a little bit of a running started, jumped, and tackled Adrian, screaming, “Happy Birthday” as you landed on him.

As expected, Adrian came up swinging. Luckily, since he was on his stomach and you had jumped onto his back, this resulted in the best possible outcome you could’ve hoped for. You were unceremoniously bucked off of him and to the floor, like you had just jumped on a mechanical bull in mid spin.

Adrian sat up then, looking around in sleepy, but alert, confusion. You didn’t say anything, just grinned, as you watched him get more and more confused until he saw you.

“Happy Birthday, sweetie!” you said again with a grin.

He blinked a few times, the confusion not leaving his face.

“Huh?” he finally said, staring at you with a blank look.

Even though he had been talking about his birthday for a week now, Adrian was very easily confused sometimes first thing in the morning.

You hopped up, retrieved everything off the dresser and plopped down at the foot of the bed, sitting across from him.

“Allow me to present, on this most glorious of days, breakfast in bed!” you proclaimed, then gently took his drink out of the tray, and held it out to him. “First, the important bit. One caramel Frappe with extra caramel.”

A smile slowly started to spread over Adrian’s face as he started figuring out what was going on, his green eyes sparkling as he took the drink from you.

Next, you started rifling through the bag, pulling out breakfast sandwiches and hash browns.

“Next, we got a sausage McGriddle, a bacon and egg biscuit with an extra layer of egg and the bacon in between, and two orders of hash browns.”

As you went to hand Adrian those, he softly took ahold of your wrist and gently pulled on your arm, so you were leaning towards him. He softly kissed you.

“Thank you, baby,” he said softly, the tone of his voice filled with love. “You always make me feel special. I don’t deserve you.”

“Sure, you do,” you smiled, reaching up to stroke the side of his face. “You deserve the world and more.”

After looking into each other’s eyes for a moment, it apparently got too serious for Adrian.

“So, when do I get my presents?” he asked, bouncing up and down.

“Later!” you answered, laughing.

“Oh. Later, huh?” Adrian grinned, then waggled his eyebrows at you. “What if I wanted a present now?”

It took you a second to catch his meaning. When you did, your smile turned into a grin.

“Now, huh?” you said playfully, casually resting your hand on his knee. “But isn’t it too early for birthday presents?”

“Absolutely fucking not!” Adrian exclaimed, his eyes wide. “There’s no law that says presents have to be given at a specific time. Or sex, for that matter.”

You chuckled, your hand starting to slowly slide up his thigh.

“Well, you know what they say about having too much of a good thing….” you let yourself trail off as your fingertips started playing with the leg hem of his boxers.

“And they, whoever the fuck ‘they’ even are, are deadass wrong,” Adrian licked his lips, his gaze locked on your hand as you slipped it up further.

“Hmmm, I dunno,” you said, continuing on until your hand was over the growing bulge in his boxers. “Sometimes They can be pretty smart about things.”

“Not this fucking time,” Adrian groaned deeply, his head tilting back on the headboard as you started rubbing him. “Definitely not this fucking time.”

It didn’t take long before he was pulling you over to straddle his lap and breakfast in bed was completely forgotten about. Neither of you really cared.

That’s another reason it was so hard to plan things for Adrian. Plans usually ended up getting tossed out the window in favor of fucking.

It was one of Adrian’s favorite pastimes. And also, his favorite present for any occasion.

But that’s what today was all about. Treating Adrian to all his favorite things.