#adrian chase blurb

[sadsstoptalkingfr]

I love Adrian chase sm and there’s not enough content for him! Anything where he’s a mess sub

I'm like a year late and I haven't actually written in a while so I'm out of the game 🥱

Anyways here's your blurb

NSFW!

"I hate you" the words spilled from Adrian's lips as his eyes shut tightly, Then they are flying open to instantly meet your gaze "sorry, no I don't, i love you. I love your hands" his words were taken back just as quickly as they were spoken.

Adrian wasn't used to this treatment, his shaky hands constantly moving, trying to find something to hold onto as your slick fingers stroke up and down his angry red cock. "Stay still Adrian." You try to sound stern but you can't help but slightly chuckle/ giggle at how squirmy he was. His chest quickly rises and falls as he throws his hands over his face, still grinding his hips against your hand.

"I'm trying" he whines, stuck between nervous laughter and pleasure. He made noises he didn't even know he was capable of making. "Can I cum now?" His hands fell from his face and he's back to gripping at the pillows, trying not to reach for your wrist in an attempt to slow you down. "I'm cuming" his request turns into a warning within a matter of seconds, and you quickly pull your hand away to which he squirms "please, please stop being mean I just wanna cum." His pleading blue eyes meet yours

"God, please. If I wait any longer my dick might actually explode!" He's not aware that what he said was ridiculous but earns a laugh from you anyway "fine fine. Only because you asked nicely" you give him a smile before your hands are quickly pumping him, moans spilling from his lips with each stroke.

You catch his eyes just as tears swell in his eyes and his thighs begin to shake. You watch a smile spread across his face as the white liquid spills into your hand. "happy?" You tease and he instantly takes a deep breath out "very"

[bloombubs]

— blurb ; " i can see you're struggle to keep your eyes open " notes: gn!reader x adrian chase / some what relationship established / quick read / mention of adrian's pinky toe / this is just soft quick fluff

“I can see you’re struggling to keep your eyes open.” You glanced over at Adrian. His eyes are heavy, he’s fighting against the desire to sleep. Everyone else in the van was asleep, snoring and small babbles leaving some of the 11th street kids' mouths. John was driving the van, listening to his headphones—maybe to some music or a podcast. 

Adrian’s glasses were slipping off the bridge of his nose as he head jolted down before snapping back up. “I’m totally not tired, Y/N.” His voice was drawn out, blinking several times before trying to conceal a yawn. He pushed his glasses back into place, attempting to give you a convincing look. 

“You’re a bad liar.” Your lips tugged upwards as you watched him shift in the seat beside you. His body relaxed against the seat, there’s no tension in his muscles. His foot wasn’t moving or tapping in anyway, which was a clear sign he was on the brink of exhaustion. 

You’ve caught him asleep on your couch before, his arm draped off the side and drool pooling on his shoulder. When you woke him up, he convinced you he was awake the entire time. 

He didn’t remember that the two of you watched a movie. 

Adrian is a deep sleeper, you would like to think. Sometimes he proves you wrong, like when you would stay up later than him and eventually you would sneeze. His body would turn on like a switch and immediately ask if you’re okay. Maybe it’s a you thing. Only when you’re around he is a light sleeper.

Other times, you would walk into the headquarters and he would be fast asleep in the makeshift infirmary. Chris and Leota would be in some kind of banter, their laughter and determined voices bouncing off the walls, the scraping of chairs and slamming hands down on the table—yet, Adrian wouldn’t flinch. 

“You can fall asleep on my shoulder, Adrian.” You assured them, voice quiet not to wake the others. His eyes flickered over to you and he shook his head, a few of his loose curls bouncing. 

“No can do, Y/N. I got to be on my toes. All nine and a half of them. Who’s going to protect you if I fall asleep? Not me, because I’d be asleep.” The man rambled, his voice quiet as well. Unknowingly to him, he was already tilting his head towards your shoulder, like a moth to a flame. 

You looked at him, amused and in awe. He rested on your shoulder, his hair brushing against your cheek. It didn’t take long for the boy to be snoring on your shoulder, with drool dribbling out. 

For the rest of the drive, you let Adrian sleep on your shoulder. And you didn’t mind that he attempted to wrap an arm loosely around your frame. 

smitty notes: here is just a little something, a crumb really. still trying to figure out how i want to format.

[powerfultenderness]

“Close your eyes for me love.” ? >:3

Lulu! ❤ lol i'm still very much into Stalker!Adrian, but now with a teeny tiny tad bit of a twist!!

Word count: 1000 Warnings: canon typical violence

You were absolutely the most important person in Adrian’s life. After the whole butterfly incident the team went their own ways, even Peacemaker left Evergreen, again. That left you as the only person in town that he cared for. He just…had to work up the courage to actually talk to you!

But not now. Maybe the next time you came into the restaurant. You liked eating there, he noticed. In fact, he noticed a lot about you. It was easy; you were a creature of habit. It meant that even if he couldn’t watch out for you in person, he knew where to find you.  

Like right now, you should have been at home, in your pajamas and cuddled up in bed. But you weren't home. 

He cursed under his breath and jumped off of your balcony. He had to retrace the steps of where you should have been! 

Luckily you were just a block from your apartment complex, but rage filled his core as he saw a man twice your size slam you into a wall, one hand around your throat while the other moved down where he couldn’t see. 

Faster than he could ever remember moving, he pulled the man off of you, your gasped coughs only adding to his anger, and shoved him to the other side of the alley. 

“Close your eyes for me love.” He growled out as he raised his gun at the man, only hesitating a moment to let you close your eyes. 

You did not.

You could not.

You watched as he pulled the trigger, bullet bursting through the man’s skull sending blood and flesh and brain matter across the red brick wall. Brick red and blood red were so different. Neon against the darkness of night.

As much as your mind tried, you could find no pattern in the goopy, stringy, mess slowly being pulled down by gravity. It wasn’t until another shade of red, brilliant and gleaming, obscured your sight did you gasp for a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Vigilante filled your senses, your eyes locked onto his red visor, he smelled of gunpowder and oil, his voice was pleasantly low, not deep and booming and intimidating, but low enough that his worried words (what was he saying?) were able to cut through the temporary tinnitus. 

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath when you didn’t respond to him a third time. And only because you were worth it, you were worth everything to him, he pulled off his mask and gently cradled your face in his hands, calling your name in hopes of snapping you out of this daze you were in.

“Adrian?” You whispered, shocked, as your eyes locked with his.

His eyebrows scrunched up in the cutest way. “You know who I am?” 

Of course you did, he was only the man you were harboring a major crush on. Some people might even consider you a stalker, for all the times you showed up at his work place just for a glimpse of him. Fennel Fields was mediocre Italian food, at best! But you eventually figured out his schedule and couldn’t help but eat there twice a week, just to stare at him. A little creepy, but how he fueled your dreams!

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You snatched the Vigilante mask out of his hand and shoved it back over his head. “You can’t let the cops see you like that!” 

Sure, you knew he was Vigilante, but this was the first time you had actually seen him kill someone. You were grateful for that, you didn’t want to think of what your attacker would have done had Vigilante not shown up.

You then grabbed his hand and started to drag him away from the murder scene and towards your apartment. 

Vigilante stumbled a bit, “uh, you’re not freaked out?”

“That you saved me? No.” 

You decided not to tell him that you often took unnecessary risks with your safety because you were pretty sure he was always following you. He didn’t need to know that you knew his secret. “Thank you for that, by the way.” 

“Oh! You’re welcome!” You could hear the smile in his voice. He had such a sweet voice, you’d only ever heard it in passing before, but aimed at you it somehow sounded brighter. 

“Are you trying to take me home?” He asked, like he didn’t know where you were leading him. 

Right on cue policed sirens echoed through the night and you picked up your pace. “Just until the police go away.” 

“Smart.” 

It only took a few more minutes before you were pushing him inside your apartment.

Now that he was inside, and the risk of other people seeing him gone, he pulled his mask off again and put his glasses on. “How do you know my name?” He circled back.

“How do you know my name?” 

He coughed, “it’s uh, my super power! Yea! I’m really good at guessing names!” 

…

“Me too.” You blinked, biting your lip to try and hold back a grin. 

“You have a super power?” His little gasp was cute. “I mean, I have a superpower because I’m a superhero. But-”

“Do you wanna fuck?” Now that you had the man you’d been crushing on for weeks in your home and an excuse to keep him here, you might as well go for it. 

“What?” He immediately dropped his ramble, eyes going wide and jaw slack as he processed your question.

“We probably have some time to kill while the cops-Mmh!” 

He practically lunged himself at you, hands gently but firmly pulling your face to his, crushing his lips against yours as he swallowed the rest of your words.

Adrian really didn’t care what the rest of your sentence was going to be, all he knew was that the one person he’d been dreaming for months was offering to fuck him! He wasn’t going to let this opportunity go! 

[Protective Prompts]

[ctrnewrites]

sacrifice (adrian chase)

okay pals, first post after rebranding myself as a writer. so excited to probably start writing more in my free time. yolo. in the meantime, here’s a funny little blurb that’s definitely not proofread except for basic grammar and relative plot. 

summary: adrian just joined project butterfly, but with secret government missions, comes sacrifice. (bro is mad ooc me thinks but its midnight so whateva)

wc: 536 (blurb)

“Wait, you’re breaking up with me? Like, for real?” She asked in shock. Staring the brown-haired man down. Everything seemed fine, nothing out of the ordinary. But his statement was downright flabbergasting.

“Oh god, uhm… Yes...” He trailed off. Still thinking of what else to say to ease the blow. “But pumpkin, listen- “.

He was cut off with a very overdramatic, yet reasonable scoff. “No way. Adrian there is no well in hell do you get to tell me that you’re breaking up with me then calling me pumpkin in the next sentence.”

He couldn’t tell her the truth, no matter how much he wanted, no matter how much their relationship would depend on it, he cannot tell the truth. “Listen, I’m sorry. It just needs to happen.”

“Give me an explanation on why it does!” Her voice was raised. He never liked it when her voice was raised at him. She was always kind and soft spoken to him. Only on a few occasions was her voice ever raised and she always felt bad afterwards. This time, she wasn’t going to feel bad. “Was it me? Did I do something wrong?” Tears threatened to spill against her cheeks.

God, how this stressed Adrian out. “Baby please…” He tried to speak, placing his hands on her cheek. “I wish I could tell you; I really do. But I just can’t.” Adrian was almost to tears himself.

He never wanted it to end this way. Overcome by excitement, he got himself involved with Project Butterfly. Now for his girlfriend’s safety, he can’t have her at all. He had to at least let her down easily. He sighed heavily, ultimately deciding to seal his fate. “I cheated on you.” He dropped the bomb. A fake one. The fakest bomb to ever exist was dropped and the damage was done.

“No, Adrian please tell me you’re lying.” She removed her hands from his face. Stepping a few steps back. “Tell me you’re lying, and this is all some big prank that you’re playing on me to get me to hate you even less than I do right now.” The tears fell, no chance of getting them back in.

He hung his head in shame. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s all you have to say for yourself?” He nodded in response. “Get out.” With that his head lifted again, shocked but what did he expect. “I want you to get out, leave your key, please. I can drop whatever you left here off at your place or work or whatever. I just don’t want you around me anymore.”

He didn’t fight it. Adrian knew he had to leave. He was never good with processing emotions or reading others. But he did know one thing, he was madly in love with (Y/n) but now, she had to be left behind for reasons of government secrecy. His lies of vigilantism were covered by more lies of unfaithfulness. It was hard to justify it. Joining and aiding Project Butterfly would save the world from being overrun by controlling aliens. Leaving his love, his life, and hiding behind a lie would destroy his world from heartbreak. The choice was his, and he made his sacrifice.

[tiannasfanfic]

Sorry I’ve been so quiet lately!

It’s been an emotionally and mentally exhausting last couple of weeks full of appointments and testing for my dad, which always catches up as physical exhaustion. Now we’re in a holding pattern with all that until they call to schedule his next phase of treatment, be it the new isotope treatment his doctor is trying to get him into or, if that’s not available, a different type of chemo than what he was on before.

While I’ve been recouping from all that, Oklahoma suddenly remembered it’s fall and all the cooler temperatures have moved in. That always causes some fits with my body thanks to early onset arthritis in my hips and knees. Add into that the permanent whiplash, facet syndrome and nerve damage in my neck, and everything else I’ve done to my body thanks to poor life choices when I was younger, and I’ve been pretty darn miserable.

Since there’s nothing more American than having no insurance, unfortunately I’m raw dogging it all. I’m smoking weed and using my edibles to keep me somewhat functional enough to get stuff around the house done.

Unfortunately, this means I haven’t been very creative lately, which is why I’ve only been posting short little Eddie blurbs as they come to mind.

Everything should go back to normal body wise as I get adjusted to the weather changes and pressure changes. That’s pretty much an every fall thing. Big cold fronts will still take me down for awhile, especially if it’s below freezing, but it should only get really bad pain wise a handful of times.

In the meantime until I can focus of my big, involved WIPs again, I found some stuff I was writing for Adrian that I lost the original story thread for, but I think would make cute one shots. All they need is some minor story editing so they make sense as oneshots instead of the full fics I had planned.

Though, funny story, I’ve been playing a lot of Fallout 76 lately and when I’ve been playing solo, I’ve been imagining an AU timeline where Eddie finally gets out of the Upside Down, only it’s the completely wrong Earth thanks to wibbly wobbly multiverse stuff. He ends up in the Fallout universe and my character is having to teach him…well…everything about survival while she’s learning about it too. She’s only been out of Vault 76 for a few months, so it’s a learning experience for her, too.

They met when she saved Eddie from a Supermutant. It was a rather entertaining scene in my head since, up until that moment, I had yet to encounter a Supermutant in the game either. It was entirely unexpected, so I was woefully underprepared and barely survived. 😅😵‍💫

I may actually have to turn that into an AU fic once I’m feeling better. It was great! 😂

[gothgleek]

Could you write adrian chase x reader who is Emilia's sibbling and she is starting to realize that her sibbling has a massive crush on Vigilante and she does not approve that at all? Pleaseeee i love him 🥹🥹🥹 and maybe Vigilante really enjoy the reader's friendship, enough to put peacemaker as his 2nd best friend.

I hope you enjoy this short little blurb, especially since it's been a while since you requested it. Also since Tumblr keeps deleting this! But this is my first Adrian Chase x reader fic so I wanted it to be written well. At least, as well as I can write it.

Notes: GN reader with they/them pronouns. Reader’s race is up to interpretation as they are adopted and it’s mentioned once. Takes place post-series with no major spoilers. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are appreciated!

Emilia was fuming when Chris arrived at the hospital and when he followed her gaze, he burst into laughter. You and Adrian were chatting away in the corner, the busboy animatedly waving his arms while you gave full bellied laughs in response. 

Emilia had been at the Evergreen hospital for a week now and as her next of kin, you were on the first flight to take care of her. She would never admit it aloud but Emilia did look forward to seeing you again. It had been a few years since she had last seen you. But despite that, the two of you always had a good relationship. She had hoped this would be time for the two of you to catch up.

Then you had to meet Adrian. 

The two of you had been working on a puzzle you bought at the local pharmacy and talking about the option of tracking down your birth parents when Adrian popped his head up behind a bush by Emilia’s window. 

“Hey Harcourt!” Adrian said with a bright smile and a blue bandaid on his forehead.

Somehow that smile of his charmed you enough for her to finish the puzzle by herself. And Emilia didn’t even like puzzles. What was she supposed to do with a puzzle of hot air balloons when she was done? 

“So like…” You bit your lips and batted your eyes while the two of you sat at the end of Emilia’s bed. “What other toys do you like playing with?” 

“Oh well,” Adrian turned the knife on its side so you could look at it. Your face immediately fills with excitement when he places it in your hands. Not for the first time, Emilia felt uncomfortable and annoyed she was in the middle of the two’s shy yet lovestruck gazes. Chris seemed to share the sentiment as he was mock gagging beside her. Though it could have been due to him stealing and eating her hospital food.

“This knife is great for throwing, the holes on the side reduces the wind resistance.” You told Adrian animatedly, talking with your hands. Emilia recalled your knife throwing lessons as a kid. 

Adrian lit up with joy just as Emilia groaned. “That’s why this is my favorite knife!” 

Emilia thought if your guys’ mother knew you were taking your knife throwing lessons as an opportunity to flirt- especially with a guy like Adrian- knew she would be rolling in her grave.

You stared into his eyes and began leaning forward. Emilia wished she had something to throw at you. Luckily, a nurse knocked on the door to let them know visiting hours were wrapping up.

You hugged your sister and, glancing down at the finished puzzle, promised to bring another one tomorrow. You promised you would help her finish it, to which Emilia gave you an unconvinced look. Then you offered to bring her some non-hospital food (specifically some waffles and burgers) and she pulled you in for another hug.

“You know,” Adrian says as the two of you walk out the door. “If you’re still in town this weekend, I can set up some appliances in the woods we can throw grenades at.” 

Emilia sat up at once. What?

“What do you mean by that?” She grabbed Chris’s shirt, ignoring the shooting pain in her leg. 

“What does he mean by that? Adrian?” She called out. “Get back here!”

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5K/6K CELEBRATION

first of all, thank you for 5k and for 6k, so close together, too! it seriously means a lot. if you read for my blog, i want to also bring attention to other blogs and works that i like, and sometimes draw inspiration from! really work through this list and these blogs, show everyone here love !! xx

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¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, inspired me to get cowgirl boots

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¡! ❞ soft!rafe cameron !!!, so so cute, literally my ideal scenario

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[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Adrian Chase blurb

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Warnings: none

A/n: Idk what this is tbh I just love this strange little man with all my heart

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You'd been Best friends with Adrian since you met him while on a mission with him and the 11th Street kid's. He would always say you and Chris were both his first Bffs. Which was a big deal when it came to Adrian! You loved this strange man with every bone in your body, of course you'd never tell him because Adrian prides himself on not having normal human emotions, so telling him was a no-go. Next best thing was being co- first bff's with Chris .. you always felt a wave of jealousy when Adrian was talking to you about a girl or guy he was fucking, and your first impulse was always hunt down what ever lover he had and kill them to eliminate the competition. But you never would do that to Aidan, you loved seeing his goofy smile but knowing why he was happy always made your trigger finger itch.

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[zo3mess]

Zo3Mess' Masterlist

Collection of all my works :)

Don't mind the colors, I like cheesy design.

Laundry Girl - Adrian Chase/Fem!reader | Fluff

Bitter-Sweet - Adrian Chase/Fem!reader | Smut | 3 part series

This Is Not a Love Story - Adrian Chase/Fem!character | Angst

Checking In, Checking Out - Adrian Chase/Fem!reader | Smut | Blurb

Pest Control - Adrian Chase/Fem!reader | Smut | Angst

All Shades Of Purple And Blue - Work in progress

Černá Vdova - Short Czech poem

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Adrian Chase/Vigilante - Peacemaker:

Kiss It Better - Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (18+)

Marvel:

Sweet-cheeks - Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Reader (18+)

Rhysand (ACOTAR):

Starlight - Rhysand x Reader (18+)

Gladiator 2:

Emperor Geta/Joseph Quinn Blurb (18+)

[murswrites]

2022 summary of writing

i did this last year and thought i'd do it this year as well!!

feburary;

feb 5) blush red - matt murdock blurb

feb 14) coffee beans - joel miller blurb

feb 20) natural - adrian chase blurb

feb 21) besties 4 the resties part 1 - adrian chase one-shot

feb 25) jealous - adrian chase blurb

feb 26) besties 4 the resties part 1 - adrian chase one-shot

feb 28) never deal with demons - bonnie gold one-shot

march;

mar 1) besties 4 the resties part 3 - adrian chase one-shot

mar 8) coming out part 2 - peaky blinders preference

mar 9) indigo night - bonnie gold drabble

mar 11) fluff alphabet - adrian chase

mar 16) crushed - bonnie gold one-shot

mar 16) liar liar, pants on fire - adrian chase blurb

mar 20) stoic soldier - matthias helvar blurb

mar 21) the devil of hell's kitchen - matt murdock one-shot

mar 28) none is fair in love & war - benedict bridgerton one-shot

mar 31) muse of mine - benedict bridgerton blurb

mar 31) dangerous silence - mal oretsev blurb

mar 31) flirting with a wall - bruce wayne blurb

mar 31) rude awakening - alina starkov blurb

mar 31) malleable boy - bonnie gold blurb

mar 31) her deadly wish - yennefer of vengerberg blurb

mar 31) fluff alphabet - yenneger of vengerberg

april;

apr 1) wide awake - bruce wayne blurb

apr 5) the sun summoner - mal oretsev blurb

apr 7) snowdrops - bruce wayne blurb

apr 16) motor mouth - benedict bridgeton drabble

apr 16) the gate of hell - matthias helvar one-shot

june;

jun 11) dealer o' mine - eddie munson drabble

jun 29) class of 2022 - steve harrington one-shot

july;

3 years of murswrites masterlist

jul 6) date night - steve harrington headcanon

jul 8) run boy run - eddie munson one-shot

jul 9) pure magic - eddie munson drabble

jul 15) 2 peas in a pod - will byers headcanon

jul 16) a little sampler - eddie munson one-shot

jul 19) boyfriend material - steve harrington one-shot

jul 24) random eddie munson headcanons

[bloombubs]

— blurb ; " what are we?" notes: reader x adrian chase / adrian being a lil idiot / making out and touching / idk how to end it i just had this little scene in my head. wc: 1k

“What are we?” Y/N asked, a bit breathless as she pulled away from the kiss. The lamp on Harcourt’s desk dimly lit the headquarters that highlighted the scattered paperwork, files, and abandoned computer mouse and keyboard from Y/N’s workstation. She sat on the edge of the desk, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat growing between her and Adrian. The open room bore witness to their impulsive passion after a mission together, unable to keep their hands to themselves long enough to get back to either or’s apartment.

Adrian stood between her legs, the worn tiles beneath his boots feeling cool against the soles. His hands, calloused from missions and personal training, squeezed the softness of her upper thigh and the curve of her side. The tension and desire between the two were palpable, the air mixed with adrenaline and the faint scent of metal from the shots fired tonight.

Y/N’s hands cupped Adrian’s jaw, her thumbs caressing his cheeks. She noted how Adrian’s glasses sat crookedly on the bridge of his nose—the lenses bearing smudge marks from the close contact of their faces. 

“Work colleagues. What else?” Adrian’s brows furrowed together, his eyes flickering around her face, taking in all her details. Headlights of cars flickered through the drawn blinds, occasionally filling the room with light.

Y/N cocked her eyebrow at his answer, tilting her head to the side. The flickering of Harcourt’s lamp caught her attention for a moment, accentuating the playful gleam in Y/N’s eyes. Out of all the possible responses, Adrian’s matter-of-fact tone caught her by surprise. She almost anticipated him saying something along the lines of ‘friends with benefits’--but with a more lewd phrasing that would only cause her to roll her eyes and have a smile tug on her lips.

“Do you makeout with your coworkers at Fennel Fields like this?”

“Nope.”

“What about anyone on this team?”

“Just you.” Adrian’s gaze held hers, his hand now running up and down the fabric on her thigh. He pinched and rolled the fabric between his fingers, almost tugging at it. The two were both in their uniforms, her uniform more similar to Harcourt’s, while he was in his Vigilante gear. Y/N’s hands slipped down to his chest. His soft curls bounded as he admired her body, his weight shifting between his legs. 

“I don’t think we’re just work colleagues,” even the phrase leaving her lips sounded off. Colleagues? Not even partners in crime?

Adrian’s eyes widened, his grasp pulling her closer. He felt like he was losing her in this conversation. He yanked her hips to be closer to him, her butt barely sitting on the edge of her desk. The movement caused her to squeak, looking at Adrian with confusion based on his sudden movements. “What? Why?” 

“Adrian, I don’t just want to be…work colleagues–I want something more than this–” Y/N started off, her heart beating as she felt his grip tighten on her waist.

“What, like people who enjoy-getting-freaky-with-each-other-on-and-off-the-clock-and-have-sleepovers?” His question made Y/N groan, tilting her head back, which led to Adrian attaching his lips to her neck, trailing kisses down her skin, nipping and tugging at her flesh. His hand slipped around to her lower back, trying to support her. Almost as if he was worried about her changing his mind about him–he didn’t want whatever they had to stop.

“I think we’re already friends with benefits.” She gasped at the feeling of Adrian’s teeth grazing her neck, her nails digging into the padding of his suit. Adrian’s lips explored the delicate skin of her neck, she found herself caught between surrendering to the desire and pushing for something more profound.

“I want more–” Her voice trembled with a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation, her confession hanging in the air like a charged current. 

“More of what? The neck biting? The groping? I can take off my pants right now, Y/N–” Adrian’s voice held a note of confusion, but his hands, still exploring her, betrayed an underlying yearning. His touch conveyed a silent plea for clarity, an attempt to understand her statement.

“Holy shit, Adrian–I like you. I want to be more than this!” She exclaimed, pushing him away from the nook of her neck. The distance she created left him with a lingering ache.

Y/N’s heart raced, the air in the office space held palpable tension. Her eyes, wide and searching, met Adrian’s, silently urging him to comprehend the weight of her words and what she was trying to convey. She swallowed the lump in her throat, her gaze exposing her vulnerability–in fear of risking what they had for the possibility of something deeper.

“Like what?” Adrian’s face turned slightly red, a flush of emotion–more than he would ever be able to identify. He stumbled over his words, avoiding direct eye contact–yet, his fingers traced up and down her wrist, despite all his uncertainty, he was certain he still wanted to be with her. Y/N was an anomaly in his life, and in that moment, he grappled with the unfamiliar territory of an emotional connection. 

The nights where Y/N wasn’t curled up beside him lingered in Adrian’s mind, a sense of longing in his chest. The fantasies of waking up with her, sharing mundane moments and making her his echo in the soft strokes of his fingers on her wrist. He liked the idea of waking up to her almost everyday, being there to take showers with her, to brush her hair, to have movie marathons and eat the take out from his job–or to flirt with her in the grocery shop aisles, teach her DND, admire her figure from across the gym without feeling like a creep because Y/N would be his. 

“Like my girlfriend?” He asked softly, the question hanging in the air—a vulnerable plea for reciprocation. There was a shift in his tone, perhaps the most serious one Y/N’s ever heard from him. It hinted at the genuine desire to be closer to her. 

“Yea–boyfriend and girlfriend. I feel like we already do most of that stuff anyways–” She was interrupted as she felt his hands cup her face, kissing her passionately. The kiss held more emotion, his touch soft and yearning. 

No one at Fennel Fields would believe Adrian Chase has a girlfriend. 

[powerfultenderness]

ABC

[another random drabble; gn!reader. Rated T+.]

You peered out at the dilapidated building across from where you had parked. “This can’t be it.” You muttered to yourself as you checked the address once more. It was.

Shattered glass crunched under your boots as you stepped out of the car. “Yep,” you looked down and stepped around the rest of the broken glass. “This is definitely a weird punishment.” You continued speaking to yourself, biting down on the gum you chewed a little harder and quicker than necessary. With a final sigh you walked into the building, Henenlotter Video, and hoped for the best.  

Well you got the best. At least Evergreen’s best. As soon as you walked through the door, the people already inside were startled, two of them immediately drawing their weapons on you. Sort of. Peacemaker did. The other guy, well, he tried. He was also trying to hold a mask over his face, the damn thing flopped around so much that even as you raised your hands you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Smith! Chase! Calm down!" A blonde woman scolded the two, "that's the agent I told you about." 

She was about to continue and introduce you, but you couldn't be bothered with that because, Chase…

You whipped off your sunglasses. "Chase? As in Adrian fucking Chase? No way!"

The silly man dropped his mask, holstered his gun, and put on a pair of large framed glasses and sure enough it was your old buddy Adrian! 

His eyes went nearly as wide as his lenses as he shouted your name with as much surprise and enthusiasm before he ran over to you and picked you up in a giant hug. You laughed as he spun you around once, he was definitely stronger than when you last saw him. 

As soon as your feet touched the floor, you grinned up at him. "Adr-mmph!" 

Your words were completely cut off as he grabbed your face in both hands and crashed his lips against yours, his tongue eagerly thrusting against yours. As much as he pressed himself close to you, you pulled him even closer as your hands gripped the scoop of his armor.  

There were a few confused exclamations from the others, but you and Adrian both ignored them in favor of reacquainting yourselves with one another. 

When finally you pulled away his big green eyes stared into yours as a wide grin spread across his face. "Hi." 

You blinked once before your brows furrowed in a glare. "That's fucking disgusting, Adrian." 

Peacemaker laughed loudly and you could see him doubled over as he pointed at Adrian. "Fucking Thimble!"

Adrian blinked slowly at you as the smile on his face fell and he tilted his head in confusion. "What?" After all, it certainly felt like you enjoyed the kiss as much as he did. 

You pulled one hand off of his armor and slapped his shoulder. "You stole my gum, you weirdo, who the fuck does that?!" 

Adrian's little, "oh!" Was nearly drowned out by everyone else's disgusted groans. The big blonde guy sitting behind a computer even gagged. 

Adrian chewed on the piece of minty confection twice before flashing it in his front teeth, "want it back?" 

"No!" You lightly slapped his shoulder again as the others groaned again. 

You took pity on the others and stepped out of Adrian’s embrace. 

The blonde lady, Harcourt if you remembered your Intel correctly (and you always did), cleared her throat. "I take it you two know each other?" 

"Oh yea!" Adrian smirked and nodded while he rather obnoxiously chewed on his stolen treat. 

You sighed, he somehow made it sound dirtier than it was, and introduced yourself. "I used to live here. We grew up together." You paused and looked at him, "had no idea he was Vigilante though. That's so cool." You directed your last thought to him.

He looked at you with another wide smile adorning his pretty face. "It's so fucking cool!" 

"Right." Harcourt spoke warily, "now that introductions are done, let's go over the mission." 

[Masterlist] 

[adoringvigilantes]

i just think that vigilante would love it when you thread your fingers through his hair, get a good grip and pull really hard. whether you're kissing his lips or his neck, or it's simply a knee-jerk reaction when he's sucking on your clit. his lips will part, cock will throb and fingers will dig into your skin where he's holding you. he feels absolute bliss in the pain you bring him, his eyes dilating and becoming glassy as they flutter shut from the pleasure.

[tiannasfanfic]

Hey dude, I came across your blog and I just want to say that I love your writing. I binge read literally ALL of your Adrian Chase fics. The way you write him makes me feel things lol.

Hope you're doing well, it looks like you haven't been on here in awhile.

Hey there! Thank you so much! That really means a lot to me! 🖤💜

I’ve been okay for the most part, I’ve just had a lot going on IRL that has my brain turned to mush most of the time. I think it’s just overworked at this point. Sometimes I’m having trouble focusing to read fics and just end up reblogging stuff to read later.

Luckily it’s not writers block or anything. I’m still getting ideas for new WIPs that I’m writing down, and am still write random blurbs and stuff here and there in Discord or in asks when I get inspired.

I figure once my brain has time to decompress, things will go back to normal. ☺️

[damnedparker]

Here’s an Adrian chase request! Adrian finds out the reader draws him a lot n he finds it so endearing n cute he can’t stop gushing about it to ppl n the reader n kissing them all over for being so sweet n maybe the 11th street gang make jokes about how the drawings are too good to be of Adrian

hello! sorry this took longer than intended, getting back into the mindset to write for adrian is hard and i've been working a lot. but i hope you like it :) tysm for ur request!!

Adrian had no idea that an inanimate object could taunt him so much.

It's like your sketchbook, even closed and plastered with cute stickers on the cover, is screaming open me! open me! directly into his eardrums. His fingers are practically twitching.

Normally, he'd have been halfway through looking at it by now. You two share almost everything; it's just the way your relationship is, even only after a few months being together. You're like two open books.

Ha. Irony.

But the thing stopping Adrian from picking up the book is just how secretive you've been with it the past few weeks. He'd known that you drew, you did just about anything art related. He'd always admired your passion for creative hobbies. But you never showed him any, even awkwardly cover them up when he tries to peek. And it'd been even more intense lately, with you either on the other side of the room, or completely in another room, huddled with your phone next to your sketchbook. If you aren't drawing, it's tucked away somewhere Adrian hasn't discovered yet. The only reason it's now here, sitting in front of his curious eyes on the coffee table, is that you'd rushed out the door, having nearly forgotten to pick up the takeout you ordered an hour before.

You'd been gone now twenty minutes, and Adrian's spent half of that in the same spot, staring at the book. He knows he probably shouldn't open it, but he's also super fucking curious. How bad could it be? Surely there weren't any big secrets in there, right? It's just drawings. You aren't the cerebral type when it comes to your art hobbies; it's more of a way to relax or give yourself something to focus on to decompress from the rest of life.

Another five minutes passes before Adrian steels himself, finally picking up the book and flipping through its pages. A smile slowly curls up his lips once he gets a quarter of the way through various sketches of places around your apartment, little goofy cartoons of the 11th Street Kids, into a number of pages of... himself?

His heart races as he takes it in, warmth crawling up his arms and settling in his chest pleasantly. Graphite sketches, some in higher detail than others, carefully done with each stroke building a near perfect image of him. His jaw could've fallen off and dropped to the floor. Your other stuff is great, he was amazed on the first page in, but something about you spending hours-- days by the dates scribbled next to each sketch-- capturing him in such detail. His shock turns into a smile so wide his cheeks hurt.

As he continues to leaf through them, various sketches in different areas of your life together-- the sofa, your bed, Fennel Fields, Hennenlotter Video, even the van during one long roadtrip for a mission-- he finally reaches the most recent one, dated today. You have the day off, and with Adrian only having had a half-shift as well, you'd both lounged in bed longer than usual this morning. He remembers you shifting over to where he couldn't see the paper as you'd begun to draw, so he'd focused on playing a game on his phone, the TV playing some sitcom rerun in the background. The sound of your pencil weaving in and out of laugh tracks and commercials. Your legs stretched out comfortably over his thighs from your side of the bed. His hand massaging your ankle affectionately. It was so peaceful. And even he could see it now, reflected back on his own face constructed in shades of grey, careful scribbles shading the late morning light framing his face.

Adrian is so distracted by the memory that he doesn't notice you opening the door until a loud thunk makes his head jerk towards you when you drop the bag of food on the floor.

"Adrian!" Your voice turns a bit shrill in panic as you reach for your sketchbook in his hands. He pulls it just out of your reach with a smile. Meanwhile your frown nearly reaches your shoes. "Give it back, you weren't supposed to see that."

"Why not? It's just me," he smiles at you brightly. He finds the pink dusting your cheeks incredibly endearing. "You shouldn't hide these anyway, babe, you're a regular Salvador Deli!"

"It's Dali--"

"Are you sure? I always remembered his name because it sounded like Salami Deli and--"

"Adrian!" You whine, finally prying the book from his hands. You huff. "I'm just-- I guess I'm embarrassed. I don't want you to think I'm a creep or something for drawing you so much. And- and they're not that great--"

"First of all, they are great, fucking amazing, actually. Second, you could never be a creep, dude, not with skills like that, plus, we're dating, how is it any different than when I take photos of you?" He presses a kiss to your cheek, squeezes your wrist. Tugs you impossibly close to him. The heat of your embarrassment fades into the familiar warmth of Adrian's affections. "I think it's cute that I'm your muse or whatever, baby. I've never been someone's muse before. This is just like Titanic." You let out a giggle at that because, no, it really isn't, but you understand what he means. It's cute. Adrian kisses your cheek again.

"Okay, Jack." You mumble, overwhelmed with warmth as he presses his cheek to yours, practically overflowing with his affection for you. He almost prances over to the food you left on the floor, completely moving on to another conversation.

"Speaking of, did you know the first time I watched that I only saw the second VHS tape when I was a kid? I thought it was a horror movie."

--

Adrian knowing about your art was a blessing and a curse. You love having his support, his constant praises were motivation to you, and validation that nobody would shy away from. It's also nice to not have to worry about hiding them from him anymore, and sometimes he makes sure not to move for a while if he notices you're drawing him.

On the other hand, he continues to tell absolutely everyone, every single person you bump into, how talented he thinks you are, and "oh you should see, I have it right here on my phone." It's sweet, really, but sometimes it gets overwhelming. You're hoping it'll die down soon, but knowing Adrian, it might be a while before he fixates on some other quality to brag on you about. Again, he's sweet.

He especially never stops gushing to the 11th Street Kids, most often Chris and Leota, the latter who, god bless her, actually shows interest, and is incredibly supportive. Well, she was at first, now it's just to make you flustered just to get on your nerves.

Chris, however, consistently tries to convince Adrian you aren't actually drawing him, because you make him look too attractive. And every single day you are on the verge of kicking him in the nuts.

"Adrian, man, I'm telling you, they just put a pair of glasses on a random stock photo model, you are not this hot--"

"Christopher Smith, put my boyfriend's name in your mouth in a negative context one more time, and you will no longer have a dick that works."