#adrian chase one shot

[justanoasisimagines]

PDA with Adrian Chase...

Hey my lovelies, back with another Headcanon! I hope you enjoy it! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

❀Adrian loves PDA. It’s his favourite thing. He wants to love on you at all times. He’s all over you. He doesn’t care what other people think, in fact he instantly presumes they're jealous of his awesome relationship. 

❀Adrian challenges anyone who has to say anything about him. He has gotten into several verbal arguments about the amount of PDA between the two of you. He doesn’t see it as anyone else’s business. 

❀Adrian wraps his arms around you tightly whenever he walks into the room. Bear hugs, arm over your shoulder, cocooning you into his arms. He likes to hold you. Likes to keep you safe in his arms. He’ll have a full-blown conversation while he’s hugging you. It’s soothing to Adrian, you’re the only one who can make him feel grounded.  

❀Adrian kisses you whenever you walk into a room. It’s never a peck on the lips or a kiss on the cheek. He goes full out. He likes the way your lips feel against his. He likes the way you melt into the kiss. The sounds you make when he catches you off guard. 

❀It’s universally known that Adrian has to be holding your hand at all times. When you’re walking down the street, his hand is entwined in yours. When your sitting on the couch at the very least your fingers are entwined. 

❀Need a seat? Adrian almost always offers his lap. It doesn’t matter if there are other seats available, Adrian prefers you to sit in his lap. Prefers you to be close at all times. Besides, if you’re sitting in his lap, he can kiss your neck, whisper secrets in your ear, hold you firmly to ❀his chest, etc. It’s one of his favourite things. 

❀If you’re sitting on the couch, Adrian instinctively wraps his arm over your shoulder. He’ll be as close as he can without sitting in your lap. He likes to share his warmth with you, especially if you’re someone who gets cold more easily. 

[multifandomfanficss]

You Look Like Shit

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: Adrian helps you calm down at the end of a stressful work week.

Warnings: Stress, a ridiculous amount of hurt/comfort

A/N: This is so so deeply self indulgent. If you know me and my real life no you don’t. Look away lol. Sorry if you see typos. This was barely proofread. Just a short little thing I wrote on a night where I had trouble sleeping. Crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.

You sat in the driver’s seat, dissociating, staring into space at your home through the windshield of your parked car. Eventually you blink, take a shakey breath, and get out of your car, slowly heading to the door.

“Babe, is that you?” You hear your boyfriend call from the other room.

“Yeah.” You force a response out, despite feeling like your energy is running on empty. You’d just worked a pretty tough night shift. Just standing up right felt like an impossible task.

“Hey have you seen my- woah… don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like shit.” Adrian says, stopping in his tracks to look at you. He’s half dressed in his Vigilante suit, but he’s missing the chest piece. You can barely focus your eyes on him.

“Two no call no shows, a regular call out, unhappy customers, screaming babies, and something in the back of my head is still worried that building is gonna blow up because we never figured out what that weird smell coming from the heater was a couple days ago. Not to mention one of the no shows was a friend and now it’s my job to find her and connect her with work because somehow some way they don’t have her fucking phone number.” You feel tears start to build in your eyes.

“Holy shit…” Adrian’s voice trails off.

“And if I wasn’t stressed enough I’m covering extra shifts left and right and I don’t even have time to prep for my supervisor interview next week for the promotion and I’m massively overstimulated and everything is just going wrong.” Your voice cracks.

“If they don’t give you that promotion they’re stupid.” He sighs.

“Can I please have a hug?” Your voice trembles as tears begin to fall.

“Come here.” He holds out his arms. As soon as you reach his arms you start sobbing, finally letting out the tears you were holding in all night, the tears your body wouldn’t let out before because it only feels safe enough to do this with Adrian when it’s so stressed. He pulls you close, giving you the pressure you crave. He runs his hand across your back slowly. Your mind tracks the calming repetitive motion. “I’m sorry you’re so stressed. You have every right to be, but you’re home now and I’ve got you. You don’t have to worry about anything right now.”

“But- but I- I can’t stop stressing! I can’t stop! Like what the fuck am I supposed to do?” Adrian notices as your breathing quickens. You’re struggling to keep it at its normal pace.

“Hey hey hey.” He shushes you. “Why don’t we go lay down? Let me take care of things for the night.” He suggests.

“But I thought you were going out.” You gesture to his suit.

“No, I don’t need to go out. Not when you need me here.” He kisses you on the forehead, starting to play with your hair.

“But the city needs you.” You don’t want him to go, but you don’t want to be selfish.

“No, my partner needs me. The streets have been quiet this week. P can handle it on his own and if he can’t he can call me.”

“I just don’t wanna fuck anything else up.”

“Look at me.” He separates from you enough so you can see his face. “You’re not fucking anything up. I’m choosing to take the night off because it’s pretty chill out there and quite frankly I deserve it and I’m gonna use that time to hang out with my awesome partner. You’ve been working your ass off. That place wouldn’t run without you. Just let yourself try to relax with me tonight. We both deserve it.”

“Are you sure?” You ask quietly.

“Positive.” He smiles at you. He leads you to the bedroom where he helps you get changed. He picks out more comfortable clothes for you, letting you wear his clothes because he knows you always prefer his shirts over your own.

“That’s better.” He smiles, kissing your forehead after you’re eventually cuddled up to him in bed for the night.

“I’m sorry for ruining your night.” You say, looking away.

“You didn’t ruin anything. I didn’t even wanna go out. It’s kinda cold. Plus who wants to kill criminals when I could be killing your bad vibes.” You laugh quietly.

“I love you so much.” You snuggle into him.

“I love you too, but you should try to get some sleep. You really need it. It’s not like you have to be anywhere in the morning. You can just rest. You don’t have work tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but I’m just so stressed about work. I don’t wanna sit here. What if something goes wrong? Not to mention, not setting an alarm just feels wrong. I keep thinking I’ll oversleep and miss work, but I don’t have work tomorrow.” He feels you tensing in his arms as you ramble.

“But you’re with me now, Sugarplum,” He reminds you. “and I wouldn’t let you miss work, so get that out of your head. I know it’s hard, but try to relax. Your body is stressed about things and it’s just creating more stress, but I’m literally gonna find a way to shrink down and go inside your brain and start hitting buttons like Inside Out to get you to stop. Actually, Chris told me there’s this guy called Batmite and he’s pretty small so maybe he could crawl through your ear-“

“Adrian!” You cut him off.

“Sorry I forgot that’s gross to you.”

“Ear stuff is gross to most people.”

“I think your ears are cute.” He smiles.

“I think you’re weird.” You giggle. “And cute.” You add. “Very, very cute.” You smile. You don’t know how even on nights like this he can make you smile. On nights when nothing feels right and the world is broken, Adrian is the only thing that makes sense to you.

“Well you’re way cuter.” He smiles.

“I’m so deeply in love with you.” You say what you’re thinking out loud.

“Well that’s a relief because I’m so deeply in love with you… and I’ll be deeply in love with you in the morning too. I’m gonna be here all night. I’m not gonna leave you- well… I might get up to pee, but that’s like a 2 minute side quest. Okay the point is, I want you to try to sleep.”

“Can you keep talking? I’ll close my eyes, but I really love your voice. It helps. Just until I fall asleep?” He smiles at your request.

“I’d talk all night if it helped. I’d talk until my voice box broke. I’d talk until I die.” He vows.

“Please don’t die. I just want you to talk long enough that I can stay calm enough to fall asleep.”

“I guess I can do that too, but where’s the challenge in that? I could tell you how much I love you in a million ways and it still wouldn’t be enough. It’s like those papers you wrote in detention where you have to write you’ll never do again what you did wrong like 100 times on a sheet of loose leaf… I guess I’ll start off by staying that you’re strong and I love you and I’m proud of you and that I’m happy you’re strong, but you don’t have to be so strong around me. You can let me take care of you. I’m here and you’re safe.”

Your eyes get heavy and you fade away to Adrian’s reassurances.

[notenoughgauze]

Throne

MDNI SMUT WARNING AHEAD

He was completely and utterly in love with you. His heart bursts at the mere sight of you. He can’t handle the way your pretty eyes shine up at him when he talks. When he’s alone in his room, he takes the time to imagine you fully. When you say you’re going to take a shower, he imagines stripping and joining you. His mind is owned by you and only you. Good lord and your lips. So kissable it drives him up the walls. He wants to mark his taste along the plush skin. 

You destroyed his very self  with your beauty. He feels like he only could ever exist with you around. When you’re gone, he feels lonely and mopes about the whole house, waiting for you to come back from whatever it is you’ve been doing. He wants nothing more than to keep you in bed and enjoy touches for the whole day, why couldn’t you just do that? Just stay with him! One day is all he asks with those sweet little puppy eyes. He can’t believe it when it finally works and you spend the whole day off with him in bed, just touching,  kissing, and fucking deep and slow. 

“Just give me one taste, just one please baby.” he cries to you, begging to have you sit on his face sometime during the fuckfest you’ve allowed. You’re hesitant, why wouldn’t you be? He just keeps insisting, pleading for your cunt to envelop him completely. Finally when you straddle his face, thick thighs nearly crush his head. You falter, considering if he’d allow you to just hover. You’re afraid to smother him, but of course that's just what he wants. When you take too long, he pulls you down, hands splayed out across your ass and gripping the soft fat tightly, urging you to continue. 

His cock is against his tummy and so hard it looks almost painful. Yet he’s moaning like he could cum just from the taste of you. He wanted to be the throne the pretty goddess sits on to rule. He needed more. Needed everything you would give him. How could you say no to such a sweet display? You give in, letting him have all of you and he takes that opportunity to show you why you’re with him still. He sucks and licks to his heart’s content. Slurping up any juices that come from you. His face is covered in you. God does he love it. He;s engulfed in you fully and he can’t get enough of it. 

Finally he gets that cry, that whine that makes his cock twitch. “I-I’m close.” You scream out, rocking your hips back and forth against him. He feels drunk from it all, working 10x harder to get you to release all over him. To look up and see your eyes roll back in pleasure and your mouth hang open in a silent moan. Of course, he couldn’t help but spill all over himself from the anticipation, moaning into your pussy and sending you over the edge right along with him. His cum coats his tummy, and his cock twitches as it releases everything so pent up. He drinks down your godly nectar and you pull off of him in overstimulation. 

He cleans you both up with a washcloth near the nightstand. He whispers sweet nothings about how he loves you and you did so fucking good for him. That you’re all his and him yours. 

[scarletttries]

Write A Kiss Request: Vigilante/Adrian Chase (Peacemaker) x Reader ...a kiss because the world is ending

author's note: another belated valentines to all the readers still clinging onto their vigilante shit (myself included) 💖

(prompt list here) & 2025 Request List - requests open

...a kiss for Adrian Chase because the world is ending

How many times did you have to tell yourself no? It wasn't going to happen! Even the idea of it was completely insane. And yet, as you watched some otherworldly creature falling from the sky with the sole purpose of coming after you and your friends, you had one thought and one thought alone: Adrian.

Working with Vigilante had never been straightforward, both because of his inability to behave in a predictable manner, and because of the way his every chaotic action made you feel.

With his mask on, he was a machine. Unfeeling, precise, athletic, focused. It was like he left some part of himself behind the moment he pulled it over his face, his unparalleled skill kind of addictive to watch.

And then when he stopped being Vigilante, and went back to being Adrian Chase, he was the total opposite. He was vulnerable and open and he exuded warmth every time he was near you. He had an effortless clumsy charm he was completely unaware of, and you hated how quickly he started to fill your every thought, your stomach stirring every time he intentionally chose to stay by your side as you worked. He was obvious in his affections, face beaming at you everytime you so much as acknowledged him, let alone when you smiled his way. Some days you wanted nothing more than to drag him by the hand straight home to your bed, but unfortunately the quiet voice of common sense in your head was just firm enough to stop you from giving in to the adorable assassin.

You convinced yourself you could only get hurt, emotionally if not physically, and while he seemed so devoted to the idea of you, having him as a romantic partner would be chaotic at best and unhinged at worst.

However, as fire streaked across the sky, and the thundering boom of impending collision rumbled through your chest, you realised there might not be any time left to worry about where things could lead.

"Adrian!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, your team spread across the thick woods in search of where the creature was expected to land. You didn't know what you'd do when he turned up, but you knew if this was the end and time was running out, you wanted him by your side.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?!" Vigilante cried out as he sprinted full pelt between the trees, clearly stationing himself a bit closer to your spot than he was supposed to. He moved so smoothly as he weaved around the towering pines, stopping only when he stood directly in front of you, eyeing you with concern and reaching out his hands as if willing himself to hold you before reconsidering.

"I'm not hurt, but things don't look good Adrian." You could feel the slight tremor in your voice as you stepped a little closer, relieved as he shook his head, as unshakeable as ever.

"You don't need to worry though - you know I'll always protect you, right?" He was so earnest, complete sincerity in his voice, clear that he would put his life on the line for you without giving it a second thought.

"I know you would Adrian." Even with his face hidden by his mask, you could tell he always felt elated when you used his real name, seeing him for the person he was and not just a weapon to use when needed. Tired of talking you reached up, skimming your hands along his biceps before they reached his jaw, fingertips diving under the fabric and slowly dragging it upwards. You felt him lean into your touch, his lips hanging open as you revealed them, awestruck by the intimate softness you handled him with, intoxicated by your proximity. As you exposed more of his face, it only contorted in more joy, eyes bright and beaming, colour flushing into his cheeks until finally the fabric released his curls and you let it fall by your side.

Quickly he snatched his glasses from a pocket on his leg, adjusting them until he could see you clearly and letting the dopiest smile plaster his face as he drank you in,

"Hi!" He sighed out like a love-sick teenager, inching closer to you as your arms settled over his shoulders again. Even in the depths of terror and trouble, he only had eyes for you. Gun fire broke out in the distance but he didn't even blink, his hands still hovering over your waist as if asking for permission. You nodded at his hands and closed the gap between you in encouragement, your chest resting against his as you responded softly,

"Hi Adrian." You could feel him respond to a tingle running down his spine at the way you said his name, kinder and warmer than anyone else ever had.

"Hi." He giggled out again as finally he let his hands make contact with you, holding your waist gently and letting his thumbs trace circles against your lower back. He could feel your arms tighten around his neck as your face closed in on his, his face completely dumbstruck as you got a little closer. You moved slowly, giving him the chance to back away, but more importantly waiting to see if there was any part of your mind that could muster up the restraint to stop.

As your lips gently met his, you knew this was never going to end a different way, even if it took the world ending for you to take the plunge. He was so receptive and respectful, drinking in your kiss without pushing you for more. Responding to your every motion in kind and only parting his lips as he felt your tongue gliding over them. His hands were so strong wrapping over your back, while his lips were so soft and gentle, corners twitching in his desperate attempt to fight back a grin. You could hear him humming contently in your mouth, overwhelmed with emotion and desperately wanting to voice his joy and tell you he hoped this moment would last forever. He wasn't the only one, the voice in the back of your mind kicking itself for ever denying yourself this level of adoring affection. He whimpered softly as you ran your fingers through his curls, pulling his face an inch away from yours before he took your breath away entirely.

"That was amazing. You're so awesome! Thank you!" He beamed at you, moving to dive in for another kiss before an aggressive voice called in the distance,

"Vigilante, where the fuck are you?!" Peacemaker's voice bellowed out from the other side of the woods, letting you know that time really was up now, but you didn't regret how you had spent the final moment.

Adrian cursed under his breath as he forced his arms off your waist, dropping to his one knee to pick up his mask before focusing his attention on you.

"I'm going to go help Peacemaker beat this thing, and then I'm going to come right back here, and find you, and kiss you a bunch more times, if that's okay?" His own breath was ragged with adrenaline, more rumbled by your attention than any of the mortal peril around him.

"Sounds good, be safe." You stretched out a hand to help him to his feet, Adrian taking the opportunity to tug you closer for one final kiss before he donned his mask and sprinted back into the night, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"I'm coming Peacemaker, and you're not going to believe what just happened!"

[fastboatsmojito]

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ DC Masterlist ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

☆ → smut, ☾ → angst, ♡ → fluff, ☼ → suggestive

Adrian chase;

hate fuck - blurb/req ☆

Clark Kent;

Selina Kyle;

[fairyysoup]

you asked for this

(repost)

pairing(s): adrian chase | vigilante x GN!reader

summary: Vigilante likes pain, more than he would ever freely admit. You like to be the cause of it.

words: 3.7k

cw: explicit, smut, cock & ball torture, torture, interrogation, BDSM, bondage, electrocution, sadism, masochism, brat taming (kinda?), blood kink, con-noncon BDSM scene, consensual sex, blowjobs, masochist!adrian, sub!adrian, aftercare, established safe words, established relationship, fluff at the end

ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

Sweat drips down his heaving chest, collects on his brow and dampens his dark curls. Eyes shut, his breath stutters through parted lips, rosy with a little bit of blood that he’s drawn from them. His head is hung back on his shoulders, baring his neck and the crisp protrusion of his adam’s apple to your wandering eye.

God, he has such a neck. You want to sink your teeth into it.

“You know, you can always ask for a break if you need one,” you tell him with a base amount of gentility. “I can be generous.”

He laughs up toward the ceiling; a weak, haggard sound that rattles in the back of his throat and turns vaguely toward a cough near the end. He takes a few short breaths afterwards, arms flexing against their restraints, wrists tied to the back legs of the metal chair he sits in.

“Give me your best shot, pal.”

You take an even breath to contrast his shuddering one. Then, you lean forward and bring the wand in your hand between his legs again.

The crackling of electricity fills the air, a vaguely blue glow shining from the conductive metal in the dark. His naked legs tense and flail, his hips arching off of the metal surface beneath him. And oh, how he howls up toward the ceiling, the sound echoing off the barren, dirty warehouse walls and meeting your ears ten times over. It raises the hairs on your neck, rolls something deep in your gut that you’re almost afraid to admit is there. Almost.

Three seconds later you sit back, and the shimmering Adonis before you sinks down into his seat again with a fresh layer of sweat gleaming on his skin.

You’ve been at this for a while now; you periodically electrocuting him between the legs, him proverbially spitting in your face every chance he gets. A vicious cycle of you torturing him, him goading you on, and so on into the night, all because he refuses to give you one piece of information.

“What’s your name?”

“Rumplestiltskin.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Water?”

“Please.”

You reach down to the floor beside your ankle and raise a white plastic water bottle. It’s the kind football players use, large and capable of holding a full quart at once.

You point it towards him and spray him in the face like a dog.

He splutters. You’re sure that with your aim he managed to inhale some of it. He tilts his soaked face towards you finally, a thin rivulet of blood running from his lip down his chin along with the droplets of fresh water. His eyes flash at you in tired annoyance. “The fuck was that for?”

“You didn’t specify how you wanted it.”

The insinuation hangs solidly in the air. You cross your legs, the leather of your pants creaking as it moves. His bright green eyes trail that movement, his lips parted still as he tries to catch his breath, and you catch a glimpse of another emotion underlying all that pain and exhaustion. A dark swell crawls along your skin at the thought.

Pretty boy.

“I don’t think you got enough of it up my nose that time,” he says blandly after a moment. “I haven’t done my weekly neti pot, do you think you could-”

Your hand tightens on the bottle, and a projectile stream of water hits him squarely between the eyes. His head flies back, water dripping down the sides of his face.

“Thanks.”

You bark a laugh. “Such a polite little brat. A cute juxtaposition, if ever there was one.”

He gives you a quiet hmph, his head slumped forward just enough that you can’t see his eyes past the matted curtain of curls over his forehead. His body has finally relaxed after its last jolt to the point that his thighs part just enough, giving you a prime view of what he has to work with.

Very pretty boy.

“I didn’t know you’d be such a glutton for pain, Vigilante.” The words roll off your tongue easily, but something about that nickname is clunky. It arrests the flow of the sentence, throwing a wrench in the works and making it come out almost wrong. Perhaps that was the desired effect, or perhaps he just isn’t very skillful at coming up with code names.

Vigilante looks up at you from beneath his lashes, heavy lidded eyes scowling at you through the dark. “Think I’d do any of this shit if I didn’t like it?”

A wolfish smile spreads across your face. “You should really run away when you can.”

“Y’know, Mozart wrote a song called ‘Lick My Ass.’ You should listen to it sometime.”

You slam the metal rod in your hands between his legs again, ensuring that it smacks hard against his balls before you turn it on, and the sharp sound of electricity crackles over the din of his shouting.

“HOOOOOOHHHH FUCK!”

This time you pull away after five seconds, just to salt the wound. Even after the current is lifted from him, he writhes, head tossed back, hips pushed out so far toward you that you can’t help but admire his cock. Flushed, swollen, and impressively hard. He doesn’t seem to be shy about it, but you guess he has bigger things to worry about at the moment.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he hisses, his face contorted in pain as he slowly lowers back into a semi-comfortable position. A vein jumps out of his neck, his teeth bared as he gurgles something in the back of his throat that sounds like another snarky insult towards you.

“You’re very resilient. I’m impressed.” You tap the dormant wand against your boot, leaning back in your chair again. You watch him, riveted as though you’re watching a movie. Small whimpers come out of his mouth with each quiet breath, his tongue darting out to stave off the blood seeping from his cracked lip. A deep bruise colors a spot just beneath his sharp jaw, purple fading to yellow already. With a hint of amusement, you observe, “That’s a pretty mark. Got someone waiting for you at home?”

He makes a short noise of protest. “Fuck off.”

“Ah. So, Vigilante’s got a partner. That’s sweet. Surprising, but sweet.” You tilt your head at him. “Do they know how much you like getting your balls fried?”

He pants, lifting his head a bit to fix his dilated eyes on your face. “Theoretically… if I had someone… and they knew that… I bet they could still do it better than this.”

You grin. “What’s your name, Vigilante?”

“Bruce fucking Wayne.”

This time, he almost starts yelling before the wand touches him. Unwilling to start letting him anticipate the pain, you pull away so quickly you barely give him more than a little zap.

He rocks forward in his seat as far as he can, whimpering and hissing miserably through his teeth.

“You must want some sort of relief by now,” you muse, tapping your finger on your knee. “Unfortunately for you, I’m a very patient person.”

He chuckles, a dimple popping up on his cheek when he grins at you. “What kind of relief are we talking?”

You hum, your eyes searching his face for some kind of trick. “Nothing for nothing, sweetheart. You tell me what your name is, and I’ll help you take care of that raging hard on.”

“You’re gonna help me?”

“Or I’ll just untie you so that you can take care of it yourself.”

He smirks, gazing at you tiredly with half-lidded eyes. “You untie me and that’ll be the last thing you ever fucking do. Ohhhh, I want to tear you to pieces.”

Amazing how menacing he can look even with those sweet curls and eyes half shut, the dimples on his cheeks seeming deeper in the shadows. Something about the tilt of his head, the tint of blood on his teeth as he smiles at you, makes you think that he’s far from joking. Still, you refuse to balk any more than he is.

“I’m so threatened.” You flick the button on the wand again, letting the electricity crackle in the silence for a second. “Okay. So I don’t untie you. There are other ways to get you off. I’m sure you’ll come if I just breathe lightly on that thing. I don’t even have to touch you.”

Vigilante whines, hanging his head back with his nose scrunched in indignation. “Fuck you for being so hot. Fuck this. ‘S not fair. God, I’d love to have you between my legs-”

“Then tell me,” you press, uncrossing your legs to lean forward. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“M-my name?” He heaves a shaky breath, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows drily. “My name… my name is…”

You blink. He couldn’t possibly be about to break.

“Deez nuts.”

Your hand swings forward, thumb clamping down on the button, amping the power up to ten. Vigilante shrieks up toward the ceiling, a broken sound dying in his throat and fading into a racking sob that shakes his entire body. His hips fully leave the seat, his writhing threatening to topple the chair he’s tied to.

When you pull back, you turn the wand off and toss it to the floor beside the water bottle with a clatter.

You watch him for a long moment. He twitches, his face still clenched tight, muscles still tense as he takes deep, labored breaths. His pale skin is flushed, rosy patches coloring his neck and shoulders. Slowly, so slowly, he sinks back into the seat until his legs release that built up tension, and his breaths turn natural, a rasping groan punctuating each one.

A sharp blast of laughter lurches from your throat, startling him and making him jump to look at you.

“‘Deez nuts?’ Really?”

A tired smile worms its way across his face, and he echoes your laugh softly. “Couldn’t help it. I’ve always wanted to say that.”

You each dissolve into your respective fits of laughter, yours much more energetic and loud compared to his at this point. You rub your eyes, check the time. You’ve been going for hours.

“How are you doing?”

He finally drops his shoulders, fully slumping back into the seat with his head tilted back on his shoulders. He’s obviously exhausted, but a soft smile graces his face as he cracks his eyes open at you.

“‘M good. How’re you?”

“Just fine, baby,” you coo at him. “Can I kiss you?”

He nods. He lifts his head as you stand, shuffling forward to carefully slide your hand up his thigh, clammy with sweat and cold from the chill in the empty warehouse.

You bend down and kiss your boyfriend tenderly on the lips, your thumbs stroking over his damp cheeks. His lips taste of salt and blood, bitten raw and rough. He groans softly, stretching up to try to deepen the kiss, his tongue darting into your mouth as quickly as he can manage it.

“Was I good?” Adrian says in a rushed exhale when you pull back. His green eyes are wide and stare up at you hopefully.

“Fucking amazing, baby. I don’t think anything can break you.” You stroke your knuckles down the side of his cheek, your heart swelling when he leans into that touch. “You were so good for me. God, I love you.”

“Mm… love you.”

For someone so easy to read, he’s almost anomalous in the way he behaves. Dating him, you’d been so accustomed to his usual state of bubbliness that when you finally saw him fight for the first time, you’d been utterly astounded. It was almost as if you couldn’t quite comprehend the fact that Adrian could be Vigilante, and vice versa.

You’ve gotten to a point where it isn’t so jarring. But that doesn’t mean he won’t throw a curveball at you every now and then.

“Okay so one time Peacemaker and I got captured by aliens and they tied me to a chair and electrocuted my balls and I was really mad at Peacemaker because he didn’t give up any information to stop them even though he totally could have but what I didn’t tell anyone was that I actually kind of liked it and anyways I was thinking can you maybe tie me down and torture me for information in a sexy way and then kiss me after?”

The request had taken you fully by surprise, but once you sat with it for a second, it wasn’t the strangest thing Adrian had ever said to you. And, you realized, there was something appealing about the idea to you, too.

“Yeah, I can do that. But we’re going to have a safe word and action, and if I feel like you’re in over your head then I’m going to stop everything. Okay?”

“Okay. Can our safe word be ‘Tinky-Winky?’”

“...That can be the safe word, yes.”

“Sweet. There’s nothing less sexy than a Teletubby.”

It had taken a week of thorough planning to work out everything, and to ensure that Adrian was keeping it all in mind. He put a lot of emphasis on the information-giving aspect of it, to the point where you were certain this was a test of his will. You’d checked in with him again as you pulled the Sebring up outside the abandoned warehouse on the edge of town, bracketed by woods on either side.

“You know that you have nothing to prove to me, right, baby?”

“I know. This is gonna be fun.”

He was practically vibrating with excitement. You smiled as you pulled rope out of the trunk. “I’m going to ask you for your name. Don’t tell me it, okay?”

“But you already know my name.”

“No, I know that. But when we go in there, you’re Vigilante. And I’m the enemy. Got it?”

“Okay.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Tinky-Winky. Oh! And if I can’t talk I slap my hand on the leg of the chair three times.”

“Good boy.” You reached up and slipped his glasses from his face. He blinked at you slowly as you slid them into your pocket. “I’ll ask you ‘How are you doing?’ That means everything is over, we’re done. Got it?”

“Got it. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now take off your clothes.”

Now, you pull his glasses out of your pocket and put them back on him. He looks up at you again, not having to stare quite so hard to see you clearly. “You’re the sexiest person on earth. Like seriously, how did I get so lucky with you, huh?”

“Because you’re the only guy I know who’ll get his ass beat and then bring me home a plushie from the claw machine at work the same night.” You smile, your fingers drifting through his damp hair. “I’m gonna untie you now, okay?”

“NO- I mean… no. Please.” Adrian inhales sharply as you search his face for an explanation. “I-I’m really fucking hard right now and I don’t… I’m not sure if I- I mean-”

“You want me to help you with it?”

He nods rapidly, his face screwed up in earnest. “But if you untie me I might be really rough with you and I don’t want to do that on accident-”

“It’s okay, Adrian,” you shush him, slowly dropping to your knees in front of his spread legs. “I won’t untie you, but you still tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Okay. F-fuck, okay. Do I still have to say the safe word?”

“You can, if you want. I’ll stop either way.” You reach forward, ghosting one feather-light fingertip up the length of his cock. He hisses through his teeth, hips jolting even at that bare amount of contact. “Are you sure you want this now, baby? I know it hurts, I wasn’t easy on you.”

“No, I’m… I mean, it does. But I… I like it.” You know that Adrian is sometimes a little shy when it comes to asking for what he wants. It’s the only time you ever see him truly nervous to talk to you, but this is more sheepish than you’ve ever seen him, as you gaze up at him from between his legs. His voice is barely above a whisper when he repeats, “I like it.”

“Okay. Sweet boy, I’m going to take care of you. Just relax.”

Overly cautious, you lean forward to let the warmth of your lips brush along the side of his cock. It isn’t so much that you’re set on teasing him anymore, it’s that you refuse to cause him any more pain than he likely already has. Going at him hard and fast immediately would only irritate him further, and you want him to enjoy this.

The wet swath of your tongue soothes over his sensitive skin, and he strains against the ties that bind him to the chair, a groan bubbling up out of his chest.

“Haaah shit, holy shit.”

“Relax.” You kiss his tip, tongue darting out to flick gently at his slit.

“Ah, fuck- I’m trying.” Contrary to his words, he squirms, hips bucking toward your face, making you pull back with the movement. “Shit, you’re so good- so good for me. God, I fucking love you so much.”

You hum a quiet, soothing response as you let your lips glide smoothly along his curved underside, the very tip of your tongue tracing the long vein there and swirling carefully around his swollen head. His open mouthed gasps and groans fill your ears, sounding even more sinful than his howls of pain had been. Your blood boiling, you elect to make each touch of your lips and tongue to his skin an attempt to kiss that pain away.

He moans obscenely loud when your lips finally wrap around him, giving him the lightest little suck while petting the length of him with your fingers. He’s sweating again, nearly pouring buckets, but you imagine that this time it isn’t necessarily from a point of pain.

You remain there, sucking rhythmically and letting your fingers do the rest of the work, easing your saliva along his shaft until he’s quivering, strong legs twitching on either side of your head and breath coming out in short bursts. Then you slide your mouth down, matching the moan that he makes above you, and this time you don’t pull back when his hips buck forward just slightly.

“God, I’m gonna come. You’re gonna- fuck- don’t stop, please-”

You hum, letting your hands caress his thighs and thumbs graze along his hips, stroking softly before your hands tighten and hold him down against the chair. Not that you think you could overpower him if he really wanted to struggle out of your grasp- but, you know, he has a habit of jerking around when he orgasms.

You ease up as you continue the steady working of your mouth and tongue on him, giving it to him softly, each draw back accompanied by a lewd slick noise to combat his harsh groaning. All at once he jolts, head flinging back with an alarmingly high pitched noise in his throat and limbs straining as he comes, a rush of warmth and salt on your tongue. Hard pulses absolutely ravage his body until he can do nothing but slump back in his seat and take his air in weak, wheezing breaths.

You pull back with one last kitten lick to his tip, making his hips jump from oversensitivity. “Better?”

“Huuuuuuhh… uh huh.”

You smirk to yourself as you pull a knife out of your pocket and start cutting the restraints on his ankles. “You have such a way with words. You write poetry?”

His words are thick in his throat. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day-”

“Save your breath, Shakespeare.”

Adrian swallows, goes to say something and ends up coughing instead. You cut his wrists free, and reach for the bottle of water behind you, straightening up on your knees to push it into his hands. “Drink. I’ve got you now, you’re safe.”

“I know I’m safe.” His hands shake as he lifts the bottle to his lips, and he spends a long moment just chugging it until he manages to clear the dryness from his throat. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor beside you as he adds quietly, “You make me feel safe.”

“I always want you to feel safe with me.” You shift forward, settling between his knees as your arms wrap around his middle. He tucks his head against your shoulder, slumping forward to hold you, his breathing slowly returning to normal the longer you keep him there against you. Drenched in sweat and cold to the touch, but speaking of peace and comfort with his attempts to pull you ever closer to him.

“You’re really cold, sweetheart,” you tell him after his body completely relaxes into yours. “You want me to help you put some clothes on?”

“If I put pants on it’ll hurt.”

“Okay. There’s a blanket in the back of the Sebring, you can just wrap up until we get back home.”

He nods, letting you support his weight as he stands. Wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him steady, you hold the water and electric wand in your other hand as you slowly make your way back toward the entrance of the warehouse. He hisses as he walks, sort of bending forward and hobbling like an old man.

“Dammit- Peacemaker’s gonna know something’s off. He always knows about shit like this. You think he can read minds?”

“I think he can read your mind,” you say with a smirk. “Pretty much everyone can, babe.”

“That’s bullshit. How can everyone read my mind? I don’t have a radio brain.” He pauses. “Do I have a radio brain?”

“No, you don’t. You’re just really easy to read, there’s no shame in that.” After a short moment of contemplation on your end, you finally add, “There is something, though. You said you wanted to tear me apart. I couldn’t figure out if you were serious or not.”

“I uh… hm.” He blushes, looking down at his feet.

“Because, if that’s an offer for you to return the favor… I’d love for you to make good on that threat sometime.”

Adrian turns his head back towards you with a lopsided grin. “Really? You… yeah? Okay. What’s your safe word?”

“Tinky-Winky, of course.”

Adrian’s laughter echoes throughout the empty warehouse, bouncing off the walls and surging up on your heels.

[kitkatpadywaks]

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Jealousy looks good on you.

Adrian Chase (Vigilante) x F reader

Troupe: miscommunication / jealousy / hurt & comfort

Summary: Adrian believes he has no chance with you and when the mission goes wrong he finally confess his feelings.

Authors note: I adore the jealousy troupe so much and here is one with my FAV baby boy Adrian😚

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Adrian had never felt this way before.

Not when he’d been shot at.

Not when he’d been stabbed.

Not even when he almost died.

But watching you get into another man’s car—laughing, touching him so easily like it was nothing—was the worst pain he had ever felt in his entire life.

He didn’t even realize his fists were clenched so hard they had turned red until Peacemaker nudged him.

“Jesus, dude, what’s with the serial killer stare?”

Adrian snapped out of it, forcing himself to relax, but his jaw was still tight. “Nothing.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever, dude,” Chris snorted. “Because standing here looking like you wanna commit murder is totally normal.”

Adrian didn’t respond. How could he? Instead, he turned on his heel and walked away.

Because if he stood there any longer, he might actually lose it.

Out in the parking lot, there you were, laughing at something your best friend had said before climbing into his car.

Your best friend.

The perfect guy for you.

Tall. Academic. Wore glasses like he actually needed them. The type of guy who probably knew how to do his taxes without Googling it.

And most importantly?

The type of man you were looking for.

Adrian noticed everything.

The way you messed with his hair. The way he’d tug at your sleeve when you walked. The way you leaned against him like it was nothing. The inside jokes, the sarcastic comments, the way you debated things with him so easily.

And the way he let you do all of that.

His conclusion?

You liked him.

You just had to.

And if that was the case, Adrian needed to do the only logical thing he could think of.

Distance himself.

Before he lost his goddamn mind.

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Avoidance was supposed to help.

But it didn’t.

Every time he saw you, his chest ached.

Every time your confused, hurt eyes looked at him, he wanted to fix it.

But then, he’d remind himself that you had him.

Your best friend.

And Adrian? He was no one. Just your work partner.

So he stayed away. For your sake. At least, that’s what he told himself.

And for weeks, he convinced himself it was better this way.

Until everything crashed and burned.

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It started with a mission gone sideways.

A deal turned into an ambush, bullets flying, chaos everywhere.

And then there was you.

Pinned down, breathing hard, panic flickering in your eyes. Struggling to catch your breath. Small cuts on your face, blood smeared across your cheek.

Looking so lifeless in that moment.

Adrian saw red.

By the time the dust settled, he was shaking. Afraid to lose you forever. His knuckles throbbed from the way he beat the last guy unconscious. His breathing was too fast, heart pounding, adrenaline and something worse—something scary—coursing through his veins.

You were safe.

But it didn’t feel like enough.

So when you reached out, grabbed his arm, concern all over your face—

He snapped.

“Why do you care?” he bit out.

You flinched. “Ade, what?”

“You heard me.” His voice was sharp, barely controlled. “Why do you care, huh? You have him.”

Your brows furrowed. “Adrian, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” His fists clenched, his whole body tense. “I see how you look at him. Touching him. Laughing with him. And it’s—” He sucked in a shaky breath. “It’s fucking killing me, Y/N.”

Your stomach dropped.

Your heart started to pound.

“Ade… are you jealous?” you whispered.

His laugh was bitter. “I—I… well, yeah. Who am I kidding? Yes, I am jealous.”

You stared at him.

At his confession.

Your heart was hammering.

“Adrian—”

“No, don’t.” He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t try to make me feel better. I get it, okay? I’m not the guy you want.”

Something in his voice cracked.

And that—that was your final straw.

“Are you seriously this fucking dumb?” you snapped, stepping closer, eyes blazing.

Adrian blinked. “Uh, what?”

“You think I want him?” Your voice shook with frustration. “He’s my best friend. I had a crush on him years ago, but now? He’s like my annoying brother.”

Adrian just stood there, processing. “So… you don’t wanna be with him?”

“NO, YOU MORON!” You shoved his chest, hard. “If anything, I wanted to be with you! At least, I did before you started acting all fucking weird.”

His breath hitched.

“You let me think I did something wrong,” you continued, voice shaking. “Like I wasn’t enough. Like I wasn’t worth keeping around. And for what? Because you were jealous but too much of a coward to do anything about it?”

Adrian reeled.

“Baby, I—” He swallowed hard, panic flickering in his eyes. “I didn’t know how to—I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“The right thing for who? You or me?” Your throat tightened. “But you know what the worst part was?”

He braced himself. “What?”

“I still love you, idiot.”

Silence.

Then—

Adrian moved.

One second you were yelling at him, and the next—his lips crashed into yours.

It was desperate.

Burning.

Like all the frustration, the longing, the ache had boiled over into something uncontrollable.

His hands cupped your face, holding you like you might disappear. His body pressed against yours, heat rolling off him in waves.

You gasped, and he swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss like he needed it to breathe.

When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, panting.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “I should’ve done that ages ago.”

You huffed a breathless laugh. “Yeah, you should’ve, dork.”

Your dork.

His arms tightened around you, voice dropping to a whisper. “I don’t ever wanna lose you.”

“You won’t,” you murmured, fingers tracing his jaw. “But you have to talk to me, Adrian. No more avoiding. No more running away.”

His expression softened, and for the first time in weeks, the tension melted from his body.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling like a lovesick puppy. “Okay, baby.”

“Btw jealousy looks good on you babe” you smirk teasingly.

And then—he kissed you again.

Because now that he had you?

He wasn’t ever letting go.

[riddled-with-fear]

A Vigilante/Adrian Chase x reader Drabble U///U

Back on my Peacemaker bullshit because the new season comes out in AUGUSTTTTTT

Also wanted to try something a bit different incorporating a song into the fic OvO

MDNI!

CW: depictions of gore, killing, use of weaponry(guns and katanas), strong language, slight(?) blood play?(reader and Vigilante make out covered in blood), no smut.

WC: 579

You and Vigilante stood back to back in the middle of the woods. Both of yours and his arms were raised, guns in each one of your hands.

“Ready?” He slightly turned his masked head to you.

You sucked in a deep breath, ���As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Shot through the heart, and you’re to blame, Darlin’ you give love… A bad name.

The Butterflies started coming through the trees, and Vigilante’s guns rang out first as he fired at the incoming aliens. You gripped both of your guns tight, squeezing the triggers and aiming for the Butterflies coming through the trees on your side.

“Oh yeah! Boom! Headshot!” Vigilante remarked, clearly having way too much fun.

You tried focusing on doing the same, but you were much better at hand-to-hand, and using blades.

An angel’s smile is what you sell.

You promised me Heaven and put me through Hell.

“Vig, it’ll be faster if you shoot them down and I can slay the Butterflies.” You kept firing. Emptying one clip, you put one gun back in its holster on your thigh.

“Or, we keep shooting and worry about that when they pop out of these poor fucker’s skulls.” He kept firing

“I guess, but I’m not good with guns.” You emptied the second clip. “Fuck.” You shoved the second gun in its holster on your other thigh. “I’m out of ammo anyways.”

Vigilante popped out his empty clip, quickly replaced it and kept firing, “you don’t have back up ammo?!”

You unsheathed your katanas, duel wielding both swords. Vigilante turned at the sound, “Oh-ho, nice!”

“Keep shooting!”

Chains of love got a hold on me.

When passion’s a prison, you can’t break free.

You began slicing at the butterflies bursting out of the corpses.

Whoa-oh-oh you’re a loaded gun, yeah.

You heard the empty clicking of Vigilante’s gun. “Reloading!”

You turned just in time to see a running Butterfly heading towards him. You spun around Vigilante and decapitated his would-be assailant. Blood spurted all over you as the head hit the ground and the body dropped to its knees, doubling over. The butterfly tore its way out of the eye socket and you shoved your blade through it. You stepped on the disembodied head and yanked your blade free.

You turned around to see Vigilante staring at you. You couldn’t see the look on his face due to his mask, but if you could you’d see a star-struck Adrian.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit!” He finally exclaimed.

Whoa-oh-oh there’s nowhere to run.

No one can save me, the damage is done!

You stared at him, heaving, drenched in some random person’s blood, and what you could assume was the alien equivalent. You flicked your blade, excess blood flying off.

“That was so fucking hot! You look so fucking hot!”

“Vig… I’m literally covered in gore. We just murdered a fuckton of people and aliens. What exactly is hot about that?”

Vigilante put his guns away in their respective holsters and marched over to you, grabbing your shoulders once he reached you, “Everything! You, you killing, you covered in blood! Ho-ooooly shit, I’m rock-fucking-hard.”

You stared at him furrowing your eyebrows together. He was completely and utterly fucked in the head.

Shot through the heart and you’re to blame, darlin’ you give love a bad name.

And so were you, because once he pulled off his mask you two were on each other, kissing like your lives depended on it.

[vixenmulder]

Adrian Chase - Thunderstorm Comfort

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Summary: Adrian and Y/N are on their way back home from a mission that had them traveling for a couple days. A storm rolls in and they decide to stop at a motel, but y/n gets scared in the middle of the night and goes to Adrian for comfort.

Warnings: mentions of serial killers, tornadoes, violent windstorms

Word count: 4480

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The highway stretched on endlessly ahead of them, a flat black ribbon slick with the day's heat, shimmering faintly in the fading light. The sun was just a dim orange smear behind thick, humid clouds now, and the air in the car had taken on that muggy, stale feeling that made your skin stick to everything. Y/N had peeled off her hoodie hours ago, leaving her in a tank top that clung to her back with sweat. Her thigh stuck uncomfortably to the leather seat. The car smelled like sweat, dirt, gas station snacks, and the faint coppery undertone of dried blood—faint but present.

She exhaled heavily and slumped sideways, forehead pressed to the hot window. Her fingers idly traced the condensation there.

"Adrian," she said finally, voice rasped and lazy from hours of heat and silence, "I'm about five minutes away from losing it. Let's stop for the night. Find a motel. I'll sell my soul for a shower."

Adrian blinked like he hadn't realized how long they'd been driving. He adjusted his grip on the wheel, knuckles cracked, and gave a slow glance out toward the horizon. Storm clouds were swallowing the sky, rolling in from the west—bruised gray and heavy, like they were ready to drop.

"Yeah," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "Yeah, I don't think driving through this storm half-asleep is in our best interest. I've already imagined five ways we could die in the next ten miles, and four of them involve lightning and poor visibility."

Y/N snorted. "Only five?"

"I'm tired, give me a break," Adrian grumbled. "Normally I'd be at at least eleven. One of them involved a hitchhiker."

"Oh good," she said with mock cheer, stretching her arms up until her spine gave a satisfying crack. "Well, I'm all in. I'm gonna shower for like, thirty minutes. Maybe longer. If you hear me drown, don't come in."

Adrian let out a low laugh, then paused. His grin slipped, and he suddenly looked haunted.

"...Shit," he muttered. "I didn't pack my black light."

Y/N blinked, still mid-stretch. "What?"

"My black light. I bring it when we stay at motels. So I can check for... you know. Bodily stains."

She turned slowly to stare at him. "You bring a black light? On every trip?"

"I like to know, okay?!" he said, eyes wild now, gesturing like she was the insane one. "Do you know how many motel bedspreads are basically crime scenes? Once I saw something that looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. I had sleep on a towel that night and burn that memory out of my head with cartoons."

Y/N made a gagging sound, laughing despite herself. "You're the reason I'll never sleep peacefully again."

"I'm the reason you haven't gotten a mysterious fungal infection," Adrian shot back, offended. "You're welcome."

She shook her head, still grinning, wiping her forehead with the back of her arm. "I wouldn't even want to know, dude. I'm planning to pretend the sheets are pristine and untouched by humanity. You ruin that, and I'm sleeping in the car."

Adrian didn't laugh. He just nodded solemnly. "That might actually be safer. No fluids. No ghost sex energy. I respect that."

Y/N lost it again, her laughter echoing in the car as thunder growled in the distance. The sound vibrated through the sky like some massive animal was clearing its throat. She pressed a hand to her stomach, gasping for air through her chuckles.

"I swear to God, Adrian—'ghost sex energy'?" she wheezed. "What even are you?"

"A realist," he said flatly. "And someone who knows better than to trust a mattress that rents itself by the hour."

"I'm just gonna bring my own sheets next time," she said, still laughing. "Or like... a tarp. And a gallon of bleach. Just to be safe."

"You're catching on. That's growth."

Lightning lit up the sky again, bright and white-hot, a jagged crack across the clouds. The rain started to tap at the windshield, slow at first, then steady. The whole world smelled like asphalt and ozone—hot pavement, incoming rain, and electric tension.

Y/N gave him a soft look in the dark, one of those rare, tired smiles. "Thanks for agreeing to the motel though. Even when it's gross and dangerous and makes your skin crawl."

Adrian glanced over at her, lips twitching like he didn't know how to take the compliment. "Well," he said, after a beat. "I am covered in someone else's blood, haven't slept in twenty hours, and might get electrocuted on the way to a cum-stained mattress, but... I'd do it again. For you."

She laughed so hard she nearly choked.

He looked pleased with himself.

—————

By the time they pulled into the motel lot, the storm had fully broken open overhead.

Rain slammed the windshield in relentless sheets, loud and heavy, distorting the outside world into a watery smear of yellowed light and cracked pavement. The wipers screeched against the glass, already working overtime, but it barely helped. The motel was a one-story strip of faded teal doors and peeling beige paint, half the bulbs buzzing or flickering in their sockets. The "VACANCY" sign sizzled through the downpour, half-lit and twitching like a dying insect.

Adrian squinted through the downpour, spotted the front office, and groaned. "Alright. Stay here. I'll get the rooms."

Before Y/N could offer to come too, he was already out of the car, flinging the door open and sprinting toward the office like it was a battlefield. The rain swallowed him whole in seconds, soaking his clothes to the bone. Y/N watched from the passenger seat, shivering despite the heat still lingering in the sticky air. She curled her legs up on the seat and tugged her shoes on, fog slowly climbing the inside of the windows.

The car smelled like wet fabric, stale coffee, and the faint, sharp scent of their gear still lingering from earlier even though it was now in the trunk—sweat, smoke, something metallic under her fingernails. Her hair stuck damply to her temple, and the inside of her collar felt clingy. Thunder cracked somewhere overhead, loud enough to rattle the roof.

She was starting to think her bones had turned to jelly when Adrian finally reappeared.

He burst from the front office with a slip of paper and keys in his hand and a look of total betrayal on his face. His shirt clung to him like a second skin, soaked clear through. His hair was a mess, flattened and dripping in every direction. Water streamed down the back of his neck. He yanked open the car door and threw himself back inside with a guttural sound halfway between a sigh and a growl.

Y/N winced. "You look like you were birthed by the rain."

"I was," he said darkly, tossing the key cards onto the center console. "I've been reborn in its hateful, gross, overly wet embrace. My shirt weighs forty pounds. I think my socks have merged with my DNA. I may never be dry again."

"You're so dramatic," she said, even as she grimaced and reached for the temperature controls. "You smell like wet dog."

"I smell like trauma," he muttered, turning the key in the ignition just to crank the heater for a moment. The vents whooshed out lukewarm air and the smell of wet carpet. He put the car back in gear and slowly pulled around the building, tires crunching over loose gravel and puddles that had begun swallowing up the lot.

"Okay, so, they didn't have any rooms with two beds," he explained, squinting through the downpour, "so I just got us two rooms instead. But! There's a door between them."

He gave her a slow, mischievous grin.

Y/N raised one eyebrow, unimpressed.

"And I'll be right on the other side of it," he said, his voice low and ridiculously suggestive, "Just... mere feet away, ready to join you in the dark of night... should you feel lonely... or haunted... or in desperate need of—"

"—a headache," Y/N interrupted, one hand already pinching the bridge of her nose. "Wow, I feel it coming on. Right behind my eye."

Adrian groaned, dramatically offended, and threw his head back against the seat in defeat. As he did, his still-dripping hair flung cold water in every direction—spraying her square in the face.

"EW!" she shrieked, recoiling. "Adrian!"

"What?!" he cackled, grinning at her like a lunatic. "It's not like I aimed at you—"

"I will end you!"

She dove for her bag in the backseat, wrestled it free, and yanked it over her lap, grumbling as she reached for the door handle. The moment she opened it, a gust of wind caught it, flinging the door wide and slapping her in the face with a curtain of cold, pelting rain.

"Shit—" she gasped, yanking her hood up over her head, bag clutched to her chest like a lifeline. Her sneakers splashed hard into a shallow puddle as she ran for the covered walkway. The rain felt like ice after the heavy heat of the day, sharp against her skin, soaking through every inch in seconds.

Adrian followed close behind, slapping the car door shut and jogging after her with a grin, keys raised like a torch.

"Alright," he said, holding up one of the plastic cards and squinting at the faded numbers. "Room 8. That one's yours. See you in the morning!"

Y/N took the key, nearly fumbling it in her wet fingers, and started unlocking the door.

"Hey—wait!" Adrian suddenly said, voice sharp.

She turned, eyebrows raised.

He leaned in, eyes narrowed with sudden concern. Rain dripped from his chin and his breath puffed visibly in the wet cold between them.

"Check for hidden cameras," he said seriously. "They put them in weird places. Lamps. TV stands. Smoke detectors. Anywhere."

Y/N blinked. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. You think I'm gonna let you star in someone's creepy motel livestream? No thank you."

"Okay, okay," she said quickly, laughing despite herself. "I will. I swear. Hidden camera sweep. Go inside before you catch pneumonia, you weirdo."

He gave her a lingering look, then nodded once, satisfied, and disappeared into his own room next door.

Y/N turned back to her door and stepped inside just as a bolt of lightning forked across the sky behind her, lighting up the little room in a flash of pale blue.

She flicked on the overhead light.

The room was... aggressively beige. Faded carpet. Pale yellow walls stained darker near the baseboards. A rickety dresser with a small old TV sat across from the bed, which was draped in a questionable quilt with a maroon and navy floral pattern that looked like it had survived three presidential administrations. The air smelled like bleach, old perfume, and something vaguely metallic.

Y/N set her bag on the bed and sighed.

True to her word, she started checking. Behind the lampshade. Under the TV. Up at the smoke detector. She even tapped lightly at the mirror above the dresser, just in case.

Her eyes finally landed on the connecting door.

A soft glow leaked from the sliver at the bottom, and she could hear the distant sound of Adrian mumbling to himself—probably investigating the bed for hidden cameras, bodily fluids, or ghost sex energy. She let out a laugh.

Y/N rifled through her duffel bag until her fingers brushed the soft cotton of her pajamas—an old tank top and a pair of loose sleep shorts that smelled faintly like detergent and something floral. The rain lashed the windows hard enough to rattle the old pane behind the dingy curtains, and the wind outside was growing louder by the second, a steady high-pitched whine like a kettle about to boil.

She gathered her things and headed into the bathroom, flicking on the light with a dull buzz. The bulb above the mirror flickered once before settling into a steady, tired glow. The mirror was foggy at the edges, and the counter was a scratched laminate, the sink slightly stained. The floor was cool under her feet, the tile worn smooth from years of use.

She turned on the shower and waited as the pipes groaned behind the walls, water sputtering for a few seconds before finally warming. Steam filled the cramped space quickly, curling against the mirror and rising in waves around her face.

The water was hot—almost too hot—and it stung pleasantly against her sore muscles as she stepped under the stream. She tilted her head back, letting it soak through her hair, rinsing away the long day of sweat and travel and the stale scent of old motel air.

But even under the heavy roar of the water, she could hear it.

The storm.

The thunder outside was louder now—more frequent, more aggressive. Long rumbles that went on for ten, fifteen seconds at a time, vibrating the mirror and echoing through the tile. The wind keened through cracks in the building, moaning low and high in turns, like something alive. Somewhere nearby, something metallic clattered and fell.

Y/N shivered despite the heat. She scrubbed quickly, now more focused on getting clean and getting into bed than relaxing.

She hopped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel and wiping at the fogged mirror. Her reflection stared back—wide-eyed and tired, her face flushed from the heat, eyes shadowed with exhaustion. She brushed her teeth in silence, foam tasting slightly off from the tap water. Her jaw ached. Her limbs felt heavy.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, the sound of the storm slammed into her all at once like a wall. The wind howled outside now—really howled—like it was trying to claw its way through the flimsy walls. Rain lashed against the building in violent, sideways gusts, and somewhere, something hit the siding with a dull thunk.

She stopped in the middle of the room, arms still wrapped around herself, towel clutched tight. The air felt cooler now, the temperature dropping rapidly. She stood barefoot on the carpet, which was rough under her heels, and looked toward the covered window. A small draft snuck through the sill and brushed against her damp legs, raising goosebumps along her skin.

And then she realized it—her heart thudding.

She was scared.

Not of the serial killers they'd hunted down last night. Not of the warehouse, with its rusty meat hooks and bloodstains and shadowy corners. Not of the fight. Not of the killing.

But this? This storm?

She shook her head at herself, trying to laugh. "Get a grip," she muttered, pulling on her pajamas and tossing the damp towel over the bathroom door. "You're just tired."

She turned off the light, crawled into the squeaky motel bed, and yanked the thin, scratchy blanket up to her chin. It smelled like over-washed linen and cheap detergent, but at least it was warm.

The room went dark.

Outside, lightning forked across the sky. The thunder cracked almost instantly after—too close. Y/N flinched under the blanket, then laughed quietly at herself, shaking her head against the pillow.

She turned onto her side and glanced at the joining door.

Adrian's light was still on—soft yellow under the crack at the bottom. She smiled to herself, imagining him on his knees with one of those dumb little blacklight pens, inspecting every inch of the bedding for biohazards like a neurotic raccoon.

Typical.

Another roll of thunder shook the room. She jumped again, her breath catching. "Okay," she whispered, tucking the blanket tighter under her chin, "that was a big one."

The light under Adrian's door finally went dark.

Her smile faded.

Something about the room suddenly felt bigger. Emptier. Lonelier.

She turned over and squeezed her eyes shut. Just sleep, she told herself. You're exhausted. Come on, y/n. You literally ran full-speed through a wall two nights ago. You've been hit by trucks. You've fought people twice your size. You are not going to let a dumb summer storm freak you out.

But her stomach had that low, twisting drop now—like the bottom had fallen out and her body was reacting before her mind could catch up. Her fingers curled around the edge of the blanket.

What if it was a tornado?

Could that happen here?

She didn't think they were in the right area for that kind of weather, but then again, she wasn't exactly an expert on meteorology. Could you hear a tornado before it touched down? Was that what the howling meant?

She couldn't fight that. Couldn't outrun it, no matter how fast she was. Tornadoes didn't care about powers.

Her heart was thumping now, each gust of wind outside scraping along her nerves like claws. Leaves or twigs or maybe whole branches smacked against the wall outside, loud and unpredictable. The room shuddered with every rumble. She couldn't shut her brain off. Couldn't push it down.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

She threw off the covers, the cold air kissing her damp skin immediately. Her feet hit the carpet—it was rougher than she remembered, scratchy and stiff—and padded softly across the room.

She stood in front of the door to Adrian's room for a beat, heart thudding stupidly. She raised her hand and knocked once—softly.

No answer.

Maybe he was asleep.

She knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing.

The wind picked up again, howling like it was crawling through the pipes, and another boom of thunder sent a small shiver up her spine.

She turned, hurried across the room, and dug through her things for the keychain. Her fingers found the spare room key.

She padded back across the carpet to the conjoining door, heart hammering for a whole new set of reasons now—lightning flickering in flashes under the gap as she fumbled with the lock.

The doorknob clicked.

She pushed it open.

"Adrian?" she called softly, leaning into the dark space. Her voice was lost in the scream of the wind. "Adrian—?"

Then the loudest clap of thunder yet split the sky—BOOM—shaking the building, the bedframe behind her, the very air in her lungs.

"ADRIAN!" she yelped, louder now, stepping through the door and into the unfamiliar dark.

Adrian shot upright in bed with a sharp inhale, disoriented, his hair a fluffed halo of rain-dried curls and bedhead. "Y/N?" he croaked, blinking hard into the dark like his brain hadn't caught up with his body yet. His voice was rough with sleep, and he squinted toward the door, confused and groggy. "Is that you?"

Y/N, who had just stepped into the room and was already regretting all her life choices, yelped softly and scrambled to shut the connecting door behind her, easing it closed with an apologetic wince. The lock clicked shut with a tiny, final-sounding snick. She hovered there, her hand still on the knob, suddenly too aware of how cold her legs were, how ridiculous this must look, how her damp hair was probably sticking to her cheeks like seaweed.

"Sorry," she whispered. "God—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I just..."

Adrian blinked again, his face barely visible in the low light spilling in from the storm-streaked windows. He looked as rumpled as the bed around him—shirt wrinkled, socks mismatched, and his blanket shoved halfway off the bed like he'd kicked it down in his sleep. His glasses were missing, so he was squinting up at her like she might actually be a dream he couldn't quite focus on.

"...Are you sleepwalking?" he asked seriously, frowning. "Wait—wait, do you do that? Because that would explain a lot actually. Like that one time you ended up on the roof. And the garage incident. Are you like, mid-fugue state right now? Should I be concerned? Should I be catching you or—"

"I'm not sleepwalking," Y/N said quickly, half-laughing and half-mortified. She rubbed her arms for warmth, shifting from foot to foot. "I promise, I am entirely conscious and just... making weird decisions. In the middle of the night. Like a normal person."

"Okay good." He sighed. Adrian tilted his head at her, squinting harder, finally silent. He studied her for a beat longer, and even without his glasses, even in the dim light, he could see the tension in her shoulders, the tight way she was hugging herself. She was shivering a little. Her voice was too soft.

"Wait," he said more gently. "Why are you in here?"

She froze.

Why was she in here?

Her mouth opened, then closed again. She couldn't answer at first. Her brain stuttered, trying to catch up to her feet, to explain why she was standing in Adrian Chase's dark motel room in the middle of a thunderstorm like some soggy, half-awake cryptid.

"I..." she started, then stopped. She cleared her throat and looked anywhere but at him. "I was scared."

Adrian blinked. "Scared?"

"The storm," she added quickly, trying to laugh it off, though it came out thin. "It's just—really loud. And weirdly intense. And I know that sounds dumb because, like, we literally fought a group of serial killers in a slaughterhouse today. But something about this storm is just—"

"Hey," Adrian interrupted, holding up a hand. "It's not dumb."

He was still waking up, but his tone had already shifted—soft and sincere. No teasing, no jokes. Just the kind of warm, grounded calm that somehow always came through when she needed it most.

"Um," he said after a beat, voice still scratchy. "Well, just come stay in here with me then."

Y/N's brain short-circuited.

She blinked at him. "What?"

"You're scared," Adrian said simply, as if it were obvious. "So stay in here. Duh."

She stared at him like he'd grown a second head. Her mouth opened, ready to protest, but then the sky cracked open again with another bolt of lightning, followed immediately by an earth-shaking boom that made her flinch so hard her whole body jerked.

Adrian snorted.

"You're really selling the brave façade tonight, y/n," he said, eyes crinkling with amusement. He scooted over on the bed, dragging his blanket with him, and lifted it up like an invitation. "Come on. It's warm. I promise there's only like a 40% chance of residual ghost sex energy."

Y/N made a face at him, but her feet were already moving before her brain could think of a reason not to. She padded hesitantly across the old carpet, heart still fluttering, and climbed into the bed on the side he'd just vacated.

The moment she slid under the covers, she was hit with a wall of warmth—his warmth. The sheets were still hot where his body had been, the pillow soft and smelling faintly of Adrian's shampoo and laundry detergent. Clean, fresh, familiar. Her muscles relaxed without her permission. The storm roared outside like some monstrous beast, but the blanket was soft and the mattress dipped gently beneath her weight, and Adrian was right there.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered, more to herself than him, pulling the blanket higher up her chest.

"I can," he said easily, flopping back down beside her with a satisfied groan. "I've been preparing for this moment my whole life."

"Adrian—"

"Seriously. All the deep research on haunted motels and standard room layouts and storm-summoning rituals—this is what it was all leading to. To scare you inTo bed with me."

"You're insane."

"I'm funny."

She turned her head to look at him. His eyes were mostly closed again, lashes brushing his cheeks, but there was a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. He looked soft like this—sleepy and smug and a little rumpled, but soft. Safe. The kind of person you could trust to keep you grounded even when the world outside was screaming like it wanted to tear the roof off.

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

"...Thanks," she said quietly.

He hummed in response, already halfway asleep again. "For what?"

"For not making fun of me. For letting me stay. For not asking too many questions."

Adrian shifted closer, just barely, until their shoulders touched beneath the blanket. "Always," he murmured, voice low. "You get scared, you come find me. Deal?"

Y/N hesitated, then nodded. "Deal." She turned away from him in the bed.

Another crack of thunder lit the sky—and this time, it was followed by the loudest crash yet, like the heavens had split right down the middle. It rattled the windows and sent a tremor through the floor, and Y/N flinched again, her whole body tensing like she expected something to crash down from above.

Immediately, Adrian turned toward her. He didn't say anything—just moved.

He slipped his arm around her waist, strong and certain, and pulled her in until her back was against his chest and her legs tangled with his beneath the blanket. Then both arms came around her, cocooning her completely, holding her like she was something precious that needed guarding.

She sucked in a breath, stunned by the tenderness of it.

His body was warm and steady behind her, his breath brushing the curve of her neck, his hand resting firmly over her heart like he was grounding her there—pinning her in place so the thunder couldn't carry her away.

"You're okay," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "You're safe. I've got you."

And she believed him.

Not because he was a fighter, or brave, or reckless enough to face down monsters without blinking. She believed him because he felt it—because when Adrian held her like this, every part of him said the same thing: I'm not letting go. You don't have to be scared. Not with me.

Y/N turned around, until her nose bumped his collarbone, and her arms slid around his middle without thinking. She clutched the back of his shirt in trembling fingers and let out a long, quiet breath. His scent was so familiar it made her eyes sting—like soap and rain and whatever stubborn cologne he'd insisted on packing. She felt intoxicated by it, like she was in a trance.

She felt his hand stroke her back once, slow and gentle, and then again. Over and over, steady, soothing.

"I hate storms," she whispered, voice cracking.

"I know," he said, pressing a kiss to her hair. "You're lucky I love you more than I hate being awake at 3 a.m."

She laughed softly, broken and small, and curled tighter into his chest.

"I didn't mean to come in here," she murmured. "I just... ended up here. Like my feet decided before my brain could catch up."

Adrian smiled into her hair. "You always do," he said. "You always end up with me."

His words hit her like a balm—quiet and warm and sure.

They stayed like that in silence for a long time, the storm rumbling low in the distance, its fury spent. Their legs tangled lazily beneath the blankets, bodies pressed together from head to toe. He never loosened his grip, and she never tried to pull away.

Eventually, her breathing evened out. Her body went soft in his arms, sleep claiming her at last.

Adrian stayed awake just a little longer—watching the way her lashes fluttered against her cheek, the way her fingers still clung to his shirt like she wasn't quite ready to let go. He pressed one last kiss to her temple and closed his eyes.

And in the middle of a thunderstorm, in a too-small motel bed, wrapped in each other like gravity itself had pulled them there, they slept. Quietly. Safely.

Together.

[justanoasisimagines]

Saved you a seat?

Summary: After a long mission, Harcourt insists on a debrief in a cramped hotel room. Adrian realises it's the perfect excuse to have you sit in his lap. Except Chris can't stand you two being affectionate with each other... Pairing: Adrian Chase x Female Reader WordCount: 598 Prompt: Adrian offers you his lap as a seat. Warnings: N/A A/N: 30 Days of 30 Drabbles for my 30th Birthday. If you'd like to see a part 2 of this or more with these two. Let me know. Continuation of this Drabble. Also based on this Headcanon Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

The mission had been a total disaster. Your information was wrong. Your source had fled the second you caught on. It was a disaster, catastrophic. Everyone was battered, bruised and so desperate for their beds.

All you wanted was to go back to the hotel, take a bath with Adrian, eat something and rest.

Yet Harcourt had to insist on a debrief.

Dragging your body into her hotel room, you struggled you were about to sit down on the adjacent bed, when Adrian waved you over.

“Babe, here, you can sit on my lap.” A weak smile etched on your lips, you make your way over to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down on top of him. Your body relaxed into his warmth. Adrian always ran warm. Eyes fluttering closed as you leaned into the curve of Adrian’s neck.

Adrian was safe. Adrian was home.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Your eyes snapped open, and Chris was glaring at the two of you again. You’d never encountered someone so anti PDA before. Which was peculiar to you, coming from the man who frequented threesomes.

“Don’t start this again,” You warned, glaring like a razor-sharp knife. Your body was aching, beat up and bruised, but you’d find the strength to shut him up.

“It’s totally inappropriate.”

“Dude, the only person who has a problem with this is you,” Adebayo replied. You observed Chris give Harcourt a look to back him up, but she shook her head.

“Don’t look at me. As long as it doesn’t affect their work, I don’t care.” Christopher rolled his eyes.

“See, can we get on with the debrief now?” Chris rolled his eyes as the debrief commenced, eyes struggling to stay open, bodies tired and worn. Your eyes struggled to stay open, and Adrian’s hand trailed up and down your back in smooth circles.

“Don’t listen to him, babe. Do you know it’s been four months since he’s gotten laid? I get grouchy after a couple of days.” Adrian whispered as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. You didn’t hide the smirk as you regained focus on the conversation.

“Can you both fucking stop. Whispering amongst each other. What trading secrets now?”

“One, she didn’t say anything. Two, I simply stated the obvious; you're so hellbent on watching us all the time because you can’t get any yourself!”

“That’s bullshit!”

“Is it?”

“It’s either that or jealousy? I get it, man, I have a super hot, amazing girlfriend. Who wouldn’t want to be with her? The problem is she’s mine. Best-friend or not, you’re not taking her from me.”

“Why would I want someone like her?” Sometimes you forget how quickly Adrian’s reflexes are. Suddenly, you were sitting on a mattress, and Adrian and Chris were suddenly toe-to-toe. Adrian’s face turned red.

“Don’t disrespect her! Because if I have to choose, it’s her every time.”

“Yeah’ll you’re not my best friend, Eagly is” Adrian’s face suddenly dropped, as he left the room without another word. Suddenly, everyone was awake, staring directly at Chris.

“Why can’t you just let him be happy? All he wants is your approval, and yet instead of being happy for him, you have to make it about yourself! Next time you have a problem, why don’t you take it out on me? At least I don’t give a shit what you think.” You rose from your seat, ignoring the aches and pains, now worried about Adrian.

“I’ll go sort out your mess, while you think about what you’ve done.”

[sandy-the-glader]

Imagine Adrian’s girlfriend being super inexperienced and innocent, like Adrian is her “first” in everything, her first kiss (ever), her first sexual experiences (ever), and her first time

She’s all shy and nervous, unsure how to go about things, and he basically is guiding and teaching her 😭

Guide Me

Character: Adrian Chase x InexperiencedFem!Reader

Type: Fluffy Smut

Contains: Soft dom Adrian, Oral (Fem receiving), PiV, Praise, just soft Adrian talking you through it

Length: 1.6k words

Summary: You have had your first's with Adrian and now you are ready for your first time with Adrian. He guides you through it all.

A/N: I thought I'd do a small one-shot/Valentine's special since this request seemed perfect for it also I'm a little rusty for writing smut so I apologize. More requests coming soon!!!

At the beginning of your and Adrian's relationship, he was immediately shocked to find out you've never been kissed. You were the most perfect girl he'd ever met. I mean you were kind, loved his jokes, and could put up with his pointless rambles. Already wife material.

And besides he's had all his first times and he was.... well him.

He was also insanely (nervous) honored to be your first times. He made sure to make each of them as enjoyable and magical as he possibly could. During your first kiss, he held you carefully in his arms on the couch of his apartment. The kiss was deep and memorable. That scene was engraved into your everyday thoughts.

It was now Valentine's Day and Adrian went all out to make this day as special as he possibly could make it. He took notes from all the cute couples he saw online. The rose petals, the chocolate, and all his love. He was happy to have a day off in his week for this day and also he knew Fennnel Feilds would be loud and packed all night long. His lovely girlfriend didn't have it off though and he was disappointed but he would make up all the missed time later that night.

Adrian stood proudly in the doorway of your shared bedroom looking upon his works.

-

I dropped my bag by the door with a deep sigh. I was finally home and work was so stress-filled. I was just so happy to be home with Adrian. At the sound of the door opening, Adrian came rushing from our bedroom with a dorky grin on his lips.

"Welcome home honey." He enveloped me in a gentle hug. "Happy Valentine's Day." He said his voice filled with excitement. I was pressed up against his chest and I felt so comfortable.

"Hi baby, what's up?" I smiled sensing something with how eager he was acting. He grabbed my hand softly and led me to our room.

"I have a surprise for you and I think you're gonna like it."He said in a sing-song voice. My footsteps echoed in the hallway since I had yet to take off my shoes, We reached the slightly ajar door and he gestured for me to open it myself. I looked at him then the door and pushed it open.

There was a trail of rose petals leading to our bed and in the center were a few bags of chocolate followed by more rose petals. Candles surrounded the room making it feel romantic.

"This is all for me?" I smiled. Adrian nodded happily proud of himself. I walked into the room to see the whole thing. "Thank you so much!" I squealed. I turned to kiss him. He took no time to kiss back. He trailed his large hands up my torso creating an intense feeling to go through my body, his hand resting on my shoulder. My heart rate started to increase as his hands got needier and his mind got dirtier.

"Adrian." I gasped as he pulled me closer.

"Tell me you need this as much as I do," He said quietly against my lips. I nodded but he still waited for a verbal confirmation.

"I need you, Adrian please." I pleaded and he dove back in and kissed me again. He walked me backward to the bed until my legs made contact with our soft sheets.

I moved the chocolate to the other side of the bed, and Adrian laid me down. I watched him unsure what to do. Where should I put my hands? I just propped myself up on my arms. He noticed how almost scared I looked. I was only scared of if I messed up never because of Adrian.

"Here, I'll guide you." He reassured me. "Let's get these off." He started to unbutton my pants and pull them off, throwing them to the side. He looked so concentrated it was sweet.

He was a sight to take in. His hair was falling over his glasses as he was between my thighs. Shit, he looked good. His green eyes took in every inch of my body I had to offer. He slowly started to kiss up my thighs giving small rubs on the sides of them. My breath hitched to this foreign feeling.

"Let me make you feel good okay? If you need me to stop I will at any point." He said as he continued to rub the pads of his thumbs over my legs. I nodded. His thick fingers came and tugged my underwear down throwing them off the bed. "You look so pretty for me." He hummed. My cheeks grew hot.

"What do you want me to do?" I looked at him.

“Just stay still for me okay honey?” He asked. His hands trembled with adrenaline. I could tell he had been waiting for this very moment for a while now.

The way he looked at me every time I wore something ever so slightly revealing. Like he was starving. I brought myself a little bit closer and he threw my legs over his shoulders.

And just like that he held my legs and licked a line straight through my folds and a gasp rose from me. He looked at me making sure he could continue and I nodded. He licked stripes up and down. Slowly his glasses started to fog up. He looked at me so lovingly as he buried his tongue inside of me.

"Fuck Adrian," I whined and brought a hand to the back of his head, my hands tangling in his dark curls. More moans poured out of my mouth as his tongue worked so desperately. He didn't care about himself right now only the possibility of me coming undone on his face filled his need.

"Keep making those sounds for me." He smiled enjoying every second of this. He paid close attention to my clit, sucking in such an amazing way before slipping his middle finger into me. A moan erupted from me and he pumped it in and out. "You're doing so good honey.. look at you." He murmured already pussy drunk. He continued to suck at my clit and move his fingers faster inside of me. I started to feel the pressure building in my stomach and I threw my head back just trying to chase that release. Adrian stopped fully and removed his fingers.

"Why'd you stop?" I whined breathlessly. He smirked, enjoying the effect he seemed to have on me.

"As much as I would love for you to come on my face I need to be inside of you." I could still see my slick coating his lips. His dirty words made butterflies explode in my stomach. He pulled his shirt over his head and his biceps gleamed in the dim lighting of our bedroom. His pants followed quickly after. "Just lay back for me." I complied immediately. He pulled out a condom from his bedside table, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it down onto himself. " Are you ready?"

"Yes," I murmured out just watching the memorizing way his body moved. He hovered over me and brought my legs over his hips. Slowly he started to push his cock into me. My hands gripped his arms for support.

"That's it you're taking me so well." He sucked small hickeys onto my neck. "Good girl." He mumbled once he bottomed out inside me. He waited for a moment, waiting for me to let him know. It took me a minute to feel comfortable.

"I please move." I pleaded and he listened. He pulled out leaving me empty for a few seconds before filling me again. He moved slowly and I could tell he was holding back. I knew he wanted this for so long but a part of him was nervous to ask. The uncomfortable feeling melted away the pleasure started to take over.

"You can speed up." I let him know.

"Thank you, baby." He held my hips and started fucking up into me making him let out whimpers of his own. "Thank you for letting me take care of you. Fuck." He had just started and he was already finding that sweet spot inside my body. Every time he pulled out it left an empty sense that was always consumed by a delicious feeling of his cock ramming back inside of me.

I felt myself squeeze down on him, getting lost in the pleasure. His cock twitched inside of me and fuck I just needed all of him. He continued to speed up to what I didn't think was possible but Adrian was always full of surprises. Soon that feeling came back and that desire to release returned with it. I bucked my hips up to meet Adrian's thrusts.

"Fuck Adrian I think I'm close," I said breathlessly to him. That alone caused a moan from him. Any kind of pleasure from me seemed to set him off.

"Baby let go. Cum on my cock baby." He pumped himself a couple of more times before I reached my climax and came on him like he wanted me to. It didn't take him long to catch up with me. His final thrusts pushed him over the edge and he lost it.

"Fuck you're so good for me." Adrian collapsed next to me immediately bringing me into his arms. He already was mumbling more praise in between kisses in his fucked out state. He pulled a blanket over us keeping us warm in each other's embrace

"Happy Valentines." He smiled happily kissing the side of my head.

"Yeah, happy Valentines." I sighed comfortably in the arms of the man I loved so much.

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Two Cats Stuck in a Vent (One-Shot)

Word Count: 8186

Description: Noir gets stuck in a vent and has to call the only person she can trust for the job

Notes: No use of Y/N, instead your hero name Noir is used, no physical descriptions except for the hero suit with a set design. Basic power description for this fic is the suit is alive and his name is Khaane, (if you are aware of the show Miraculous it’s legitimately just Cat Noir with a few tweaks) the suit is black, has cat ears, and a belt tail. Khaane can speak to reader in her mind *like this* Reader is also a vampire but it’s a secret, if you’re interested in how I think the suit looks you can see my art, keep in mind the art is separate from the fic, only the suit is in the fic and its basically just the way I see Noir when I read the fic. Also this is my first fic I’m posting in 7 years so plz be gentle :’D more notes at the end!

TW: afab reader, vamp!reader, very suggestive themes, almost dry humping, cursing, a smidge of angst, blood, mentions of violence (it’s an Adrian Chase fic, fork found in kitchen), detached limbs, no smut but god are they both horny, NOT established relationship (they pining)

“—And I just thought, who would be the best hero to help find him, and of course it had to be you! Since— well, you know…” The old lady, Edna, she called herself, gestured to Noir's cat ears that sat on top of her head. 

Noir crosses her arms and gives a slight scowl to the old lady. “Are you one of those people who think I'm actually part cat?” She says in an annoyed questioning tone.

Edna chuckles a bit, surprising Noir with how casual she was with a known criminal, even if some think of her as the hero she once was. “Honey, my eldest daughter absolutely adores you. There isn’t a day that goes by when she doesn’t mention you, and she just so happened to tell me that you are part cat, since your ears and tail move just like those fuzzy little angels. There is absolutely no need to be ashamed!” 

Edna puts a hand on her shoulder, which Noir promptly removes casually. The whole being part animal isn’t a uncommon misconception of her and the other heroes that weld these gifted powers, but it's not exactly a smart idea to correct the information, since the less knowledge on these powers keeps everyone safe from their identities being revealed. 

Noir rolls her eyes as the old woman keeps yapping about how she could just ‘talk to him, you’ll probably get along‘ and ‘I heard furries are acceptable now, not that I really understand it much’, but Noir interrupts her with a raised hand and tired voice, “Just tell me where you last saw him and I will try my best to find him, no promises though.” 

Edna smiles, obviously not bothered by Noir's rudeness, and informs her of where she last saw her “baby”. After dodging another pointless and draining conversation with Edna, she leaves to go searching.

Noir, the supposed strongest wielder out of all the heroes who share her power, once celebrated for her and her partners heroic deeds by defeating powerful enemies and protecting the innocent, given medals for bravery and honor, and currently has more blood on her hands then most criminals, was now on a mission.

A mission to find a lost goddamn cat.

Reduced to this meaningless bullshit, she doesn’t even know why she agreed to this. Thinking more about it, it’s probably because Harcourt sent the group home early since the plan to stop the rest of the White Dragons goons needed more time to prepare, which left her mission-less. 

On top of the fact that Adrian didn't want to patrol tonight, which was a first. He’s usually making up excuses to go on patrol, mostly with her, but tonight he had said something about a new episode of Fargo being on and wanting to watch it live for once. 

He had asked her to join and watch with him, and said he wanted to “Fargo and chill, but actually chill… maybe” She immediately brushed off the ‘chill’ part with an eye roll but he insisted she would probably like the show. She explained she hadn’t watched any of it, nor even heard of the show before, where he excitedly started explaining the plot in either very close detail, or little to no detail which confused the plot for her further.

She declined the offer telling him she needed to go out tonight, insinuating that she was hungry. Adrian immediately understood and told her to enjoy her meal, then hopped in his car to drive home, leaving her alone for the night.

Adrian Chase was one of a kind, no doubt about it. His constant rambling and murderous intent was alluring to her. She enjoyed his company more than she would ever admit, and even after he had accidentally found out about her secret, she didn't kill him. She realized she couldn’t, especially not after he had accepted it so openly with no judgment. 

He had even gone as far as to help her with finding criminals to feed on when she was too weak to do it herself. Though she was never truly too weak to do it, she just honestly adored the way he cared so deeply about her health, and her diet. He’d torture criminals into telling him their blood type, just because she enjoyed certain types. He admitted to looking into how to drain blood from the body, how to keep it as fresh as possible to ensure it was still to her liking, and since she could only drink dead-man's blood he had offered to keep detached limbs in his freezer just in case she needed it.

She quickly expressed how much he didn't need to do that, the kindness toward something no one knew about left her far more flustered then it should have. 

Even worse, when she confided in him that she had always worried that drinking the blood of evil would turn her evil, he had offered his own blood to her since he was O negative, the only type of blood she could drink from someone still living.

The trust Adrian had to allow for even the thought of risking his life for Noir, scared her.  Even though she’s well aware of having the ability to not suck all the blood from his body in one go, she wouldn’t allow herself to put Adrian in that position for risk alone. Not to mention the intimacy of getting so close to him while on a blood high, her teeth sunken into his neck, lips touching his skin-

Her thoughts about Adrian were interrupted by a loud crashing sound in an alley nearby. She quietly makes her way over to the sound and spots a black and white blur scurry right towards her. 

She wasn't expecting the cat to run directly at her as soon as she turned into the alley, and the cat apparently wasn't expecting her to be there either, as its run screeches to a stop it stares at her as its breath heaves. 

She holds her hands out and crouches closer to the ground, trying to be less intimidating towards the small frightened animal. “No need to be scared, just let me bring you back home—“

The cat bolts right past her, so she tries strategically tackling it and ends up missing. Her right cat ear twitches as she refrains from growling in anger as she watches it run down the sidewalk away from her.

*Very elegant of you Noir.* Khaane’s voice rattles in her head. She tells Khaane to shut the fuck up as she slowly picks herself up from the dirty ground. 

She dusts herself off, muttering something about her dignity before she breaks off into a run after the cat. 

She watches as it scurries into another alleyway to its right, and she follows but stays outside the alleyway once more. The cat quickly climbs up a garbage bin and jumps onto a fire escape above it, then it runs up the metal stairs onto the roof. 

Noir rubs her face in frustration with one hand, and uses her other hand to unsheath her staff to use as a vaulting pole to get on the roof. She lands on the roof mumbling curses at the cat's invasions to her help. 

The cat turns around at the sound of the Noir’s landing, and as soon as he spotted her, he runs in the direction of an open vent and jumps into it. Noir hangs her head and sighs, then starts to make her way over to the vent.

“I should have made your owner pay me for this bullshit.” Noir mutters as she starts to crawl into the vent slowly. Luckily it was blocked off by another metal grate at the end, leaving the cat trapped, unable to bolt away again. 

She slowly makes her way through the short vent, with every inch she went, got narrower and narrower. She had to squish her shoulders a bit to fit even some of her upper body in. Using her legs on the ground of the roof, she pushes herself into the vent further.

”Come here you stupid fucking feline.” Noir says as she attempts to army crawl unsuccessfully toward the cat, the vent fighting her as she pushes her way into it.

She hardly gets her waist into the opening of the vent before she reaches for the cat, but it backs up further away from her. With her feet still planted firmly on the ground she quietly growls as she squeezes herself farther in using her forearms. 

The vent starts to groan at the strain.

*Noir, be careful.* 

“Fucking— Relax Khaane, I've got it. “ She spits out angrily, then reaches for the cat again and misses. He flattens himself against the wall of the vent, attempting to stay as far from Noir's hands as possible. 

“You dumbassfuckingcunt—“ She steadies herself to push harder into the vent which in turn gives a louder straining noise. The pressure of the metal squeezing her as she desperately tries to get farther in. 

Her hands move to go for the cat once more, only a inch away from him. She leans in farther, trying to ignore the sound.

*Noir…*

“Ive-“ She puts one leg into the vent, her knee digging into the metal.

”Almost-“ Her other leg follows.

Now on both knees, she’s so close to the cat she can feel the fur on her thin gloves. She sucks all her breath in as she finally gets close enough to grab him.

The vent creaks ominously as she goes to wrap her hands around the cat's torso.

*Noir! You’re going to—*

“Got him!” As soon as she grabs onto the cat firmly, her hips shift into the vent with a clunk. 

Khaane groans, but she ignores it as she smirks at the cat triumphantly, but her victory is short lived as the pain in her shoulders finally spreads to her collarbones as her bones start to finally feel the pressure the tight space provides.

She hisses in pain, and immediately moves to back out, attempting to put her feet back onto the ground when she discovers a problem. 

She’s stuck. 

She lets go of the cat during her squabble with the vent, trying to desperately inch her way backwards to no avail. Her shoulders never even budge as she squirms and wiggles in an attempt to escape. 

After swearing and struggling for almost 30 minutes, she finally accepts that she is truly stuck. 

At this point the cat had decided Noir was no longer a threat, and was now laying down watching the scene unfold in front of him, almost looking amused.

She sighs in defeat and drops her head to the metal floor with a bang, and finally gives Khaane what he wants.

”Fine. Fucking— fine. You win. I should have listened to you—asshole. What are our options?” Khaane hums in thought.

*You wont like it.*

”The fuck do you mean ‘I wont like it’. Just tell me so I can get out of here!” 

*You're going to have to call Adrian to help you.*

”Nope. No way.” Noir starts to frantically shove, squirm and ram herself against the metal surrounding her in a last ditch attempt to free herself. After another 10 minutes of fighting the vent, she goes limp in defeat. 

There is no way she’s going to call Adrian right? She cant be seen like this, fucking stuck and vulnerable. He’ll lose every ounce of respect he has for her if he sees her this weak looking. But she cant call Harcourt, she’s working on the plan for the mission tomorrow, and so is John most likely. Chris was never even an option since he’d probably leave her here for laughs, She didn't know anyone else who could help.

Except Adrian. 

With an angry growl and one last very aggressive flail, she sighs and admits defeat. 

“Call Adrian.” 

Only after two short rings does he pick up.

”Heya kitty, how's the hunt going tonight?” He answers cheerfully, a complete opposite on how Noir currently feels, even if his voice somewhat melted a little tension away from her aching shoulders. She sighs,

“I need you to come help me with something.” Immediately there is shuffling on the other end.

”Are you hurt—Did someone hurt you? You never ask for my help—“ His frantic worry fills Noir with guilt so she attempts to stop that train ride from going any further. 

“I'm not hurt, I'm not in danger, I just— uhm…” She trails off, unsure if she should go through with asking him to drop whatever he was doing to help. He could always just say no. 

“Do you need help hiding a body? Because if i'm honest, that’s not really in my wheelhouse. Don’t get me wrong, I'll still help! I'm thinking maybe buying like—five blenders to shred the body would— no that wouldn’t work, bones and shit—tsk— honestly I'm out of ideas.” 

Noir hated this feeling of helplessness. Needing help was rare for her. She’s been doing just fine on her own, maybe she could just wait this out, but part of her knows she'll still be stuck here if she doesn’t ask. 

”Noir? Are you there?”

”Yeah, Im-I'm here, just— uhm— no blenders needed, there’s no bodies— uhm…”

The cat in front of her decided to finally do something other than stare at her, and he meows loudly as he paws at her nose. 

“Was- was that… you?” Adrian asks in a surprised tone. Noir glares at the furry menace,

”No. That wasn't me. Look, I’m—“ She sighs and bangs her head on the ground.

”I'm stuck.” She admits.

“Like, on a equation, orrrrr—“ 

”I'm stuck in a vent and I can't get out on my own.”

There is just silence from the other side that fills her with unease, maybe she should have waited—

“So you need me to come get you out?” He asks, still slightly confused. 

“Yes, but I know you're busy with your Fargo so… It’s honestly not a huge deal, I-I can wait if-“

”Aww kitty, I'll happily come help you! I’m guessing you already called Chris and he was busy—“

”I do not trust Chris enough to come help me with this. That douchebag would probably post this on the internet and ruin my reputation. In absolutely no world would I have trusted him with this.”

Adrian is silent for a moment, the rustling on the other end stopping as well.

”… Are you saying… you trust me?”  Noir could hear the happiness seeping through his question, that dopey smile slowly taking over his face flashed through her mind. She shook that thought away quickly, the blush that threatened to show up was embarrassing on its own, but she blamed the situation itself. No other reason for that. Definitely no other reason…

”How fast can you get here?” Dodging the question, she attempts to move again to try and get herself focused on the issue, and not the sweet relief she felt at the joy of his revelation towards her trust toward him.

“As fast as humanly possible!”

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After a little while, she hears footsteps slowly make their way over to where she was. A choking noise came from Adrians mouth as she started to try to get herself out on her own after a few minutes of him watching her tail swing in silence. Definitely only looking at her tail…

”You gonna stare, or are you gonna help?” She hisses in embarrassment. Her face finally starts to warm as she realizes the view he must have on his end. Adrian starts to walk closer towards her and clears his throat to speak,

”How exactly can I help if you— uhm— can't be touched?” He asks warily, as if the question could cause her to run far far away, which, yeah, she definitely wanted to at this point.

”What the hell are you talking about?” She says in confusion.

”Well it's just that… You always push away anyone who goes to touch you, so I try not to… you didnt even accept my high-fives… Or Harcourts hand shakes… I'm prrrrretty sure you almost bit me one time when I put my hand on your face—“

”OKAY— Point made, Vig!” She was not about to delve into that. She groans as she digs the heels of her palms into her eyes.

”Look, I trust you okay? Just— do what you need to do to get me out.” She moves arms uncomfortably, or attempts to at least. Is that why he stopped trying to high five her after every mission and instead high-fiving his own hand while looking in her direction? She just figured he gave up, but was it an attempt to make her more comfortable? Even the rest of the group still attempts to make contact without thinking, but he respects her space…

Fuck— he cares so much about her it made her dizzy.

“Fucks sake— Ill hug you at this point if you get me out! Just try at least!” She jumps as a warm hand pats her ass a few times almost as a test after a moment. The almost burning touch lit her face up more, almost triggering her fight or flight response. 

“Relax kitty, I'll get you outta there in a jiffy! No way am I missing out on an offer like that!” She hears him crouch closer, both of his hands land on the lower part of her hips as he tilts her to the left and right. 

She hears him still as he takes a deep breath in, his hands twitch on her sides before he clears his throat again. 

“I'm going to try and pull you out now, okay?” His voice slightly strains as he speaks, his hands twitching again. Noir hums in acknowledgment and puts her head on her arms as she waits.

He steadies one foot on the bottom of the opening of the vent, the other planted on the ground and pulls her hips toward him. 

Her shoulders barely move as he tries again with a little more strength, but not enough, as if he’s trying not to hurt her. 

“Vig, I’m not made of glass. You can use all your strength, you’re gonna need to,” The faster this ends, the faster her dignity can reform. If she couldn’t get herself out, he definitely wouldn’t be able to with how delicate he was being. 

“Trust me.” She growls out reluctantly. He tries again, she could tell he still isn't using his full strength. 

“Fuck— you’re really stuck in there huh? Maybe we should call the fire people…“ He says kneeling down closer to her, his hands slowly, too slowly, make their way to the outsides of her thighs and she twitches at the feeling. His hands subconsciously twitch back in turn.

“Do you- do you mean the fire department? No— no fucking way. I’d rather die here—“ She tries to push herself back in tiny thrusts as she speaks, pushing her upper body on the metal floor for some kind of leverage.

“Fuck— Stop moving like that— you gotta relax kitty.” One of Adrians hands goes to cover his covered mouth as he rips eyes away from the direct view of her ass moving in his face. The other hand starts to absentmindedly trace circles into the back of her thigh with his thumb causing her to pause. 

When his other hand goes back to her other thigh, mimicking the movement that feels far too good then it possibly should, she bites back a groan and covers her face with her hands. 

She bites her lip as he sits there in thought, his thumbs start to slowly add more and more pressure, digging into the muscles of her thighs.

“Shit kitty, you are tense as fuck. Have you ever even had a massage before?” His hands, and attention apparently, start to move up and down the back of her thighs, lightly massaging the tight muscles. 

When his hands just miss the swell of her ass and go back down, she squeaks out a very quiet moan from under her hand, hoping to whatever god was watching that he didn't hear it. He hums in question after she doesn’t answer. 

“N-no.” Is all she’s able to get out. He sucks in a deep breath as he speaks again,

“No offense kitty, but— shit— you look really good right now—“

“Can- can we talk about anything else while you try and think of a way to get me out?” Her brain was short-circuiting at all of the thoughts of him fucking her, and the close physical contact that she hasn’t felt in years, only just keeping calm enough to remind him of his mission again as she has to fight her thighs from squeezeing together.

He pats her thigh twice a little roughly as he moves to get up. He stares for a moment at the way her ass jiggled at the movement and lets out a breathless “Damn..” Then shakes the trance off. 

He starts to walk around the vent, examining it for any weak points that could help as he speaks up again. 

After a bit, he says, “I thought the moon was a chunk of the Grand Canyon that broke off.” Noir’s mouth goes agape, almost squawking as she takes that information in but also thankful for the change in subject. 

“There is no way you actually thought that…” If Khaane could slam his head into a wall, he would be doing just that and in turn, that feeling made Noir want to do the same. 

“I'm not kidding kitty, I thought the moon didn't exist—“ 

“No, no way—“

”No, hear me out! Follow me here! When the meteor hit the planet and killed all the precious dino’s it knocked a chunk of earth off which was part of the Grand Canyon, and it formed into what the moon is.” Noir stayed silent for a moment, then responded with awe in her voice, 

“You think something broke off into space when the meteor that killed the dinosaurs hit the earth? Are you familiar with the Grand Canyon?” 

He was quiet for a moment, most likely looking up into the sky in thought like he usually does when he’s trying to confirm a response in his head, “Yes.” 

“Doesn't sound like it!” She laughs out. Adrian fist bumps the air behind her, silently beaming at making her laugh, even if he doesn’t really know why.

”Okay, well there isn’t any way for me to unscrew the vent apart since its all melted together…” Adrian puts a hand on his chin in thought as he stares at her ass for answers.

”You mean welded together?” Noir asks, feeling slightly more comfortable and less humiliated. 

”Potato tomato. Can’t you just— you know— disintegrate the vent? With your strong cool cat powers?” 

“I could, if I want to disintegrate the feline with it.” She says as she glares at the cat itself, now grooming himself without a worry in the world. 

Adrian hums in thought, and Noir thinks she hears him sit next to the opening of the vent next to her. Why the fuck isn’t Khaane helping? He has more knowledge than the both of them combined, he has just been silent this whole time.

*I'm honestly just enjoying your struggle, you did do this to yourself…*

Noir growls and rubs her face frustratedly. So Khaane isn’t going to help, for his own entertainment, now she’s left with Adrian and her mind. The latter being on hiatus with the whole situation being so… unique…

She can hear Adrian drumming his fingers against the ground as he hums a song she cant place, then he speaks up again,

”Why don't you like to be touched?” The loaded question hangs in the air for a bit. She really didn't want to get into this while stuckinavent but Noir trusts Adrian, so much more than she realizes. Which is why she answers honestly.

”I don't… not like to be touched, but it's a strange dislike. I guess I don't really like to be touched because… I crave it so much— too much.” Being hurt time and time again has led her to this way of thinking, coupled with the fact Khaane believes any form of love is weak. Everything about touching someone— or being touched— is a vulnerable and trusting process, which has burned her too many times before and left Khaane to heal what he could. But in all honesty, he can’t heal mental wounds, and when he tries, he makes them worse.

“That's kinda sad, Noir…” He says with sadness lacing every word.

”Life could be worse, Vig.” She says bluntly, she wants to be held so tightly that she can’t break, but there are so many pieces on the ground. And she'd rather leave them there instead of burdening someone else to clean up what she can’t.

”Life could be alot better, too” He shoots back. Noir stays silent after that, he’s right of course, but she doesn’t deserve a better life. At this point she’d rather be alone than be with the wrong person. Even if she ends up dying alone, which deep in her core she knows is most likely one of her worst fears. 

Her tail swings and hits Adrians leg, and an idea comes to his mind.

”Oh! What if we take your belt off?” He asks, starting to stand up again. 

“Do you really think that will help? It doesn’t feel like my belt is stuck on anything.” Noir says, slightly unsure. She can't remember the last time she actually took her belt off since the suit just appears on her as soon as she wants it to. 

Adrian shrugs, “It can't hurt to try, right?” 

Noir shifts uncomfortably but ultimately agrees. Adrains hands go under the roof of the vent and land on her lower back, and slowly, so fucking slowly, make their way up to the back of her belt. His hands follow the belt to go to reach under her, but stop when they hit the sides of the vent. 

“Huh… Guess I have to go underneath.” His hands retract, then tap the insides of her thighs a few times which causes her to jump and cover her face as it somehow gets warmer. 

“Open those legs more kitty.” Noir shuts her eyes and shifts her legs open wider. This is fine, totally fine! He’s just a friend. Just a friend helping her get unstuck. Totally platonic!

Adrians left hand rests itself on the back of her thigh, the other reaches underneath her and lands just underneath her chest. His chest makes contact with her thighs, and she can feel how close and warm he is. She bit her lip as the hand on her thigh started to move in circles again in a soothing way, but she wouldn’t exactly call what she felt very soothing. 

The hand underneath her slowly drags down across her stomach, searching for the buckle to her belt. As it went lower and lower she finally let out a shiver at the vulnerable spot he was touching so softly. The heat between her legs that she had been desperately ignoring was now making itself very known.

Completelyplatoniccompletelyplatoniccompletelyplatonic

Something told her he was going a little slower then he needed to, but she wasn't about to start complaining. 

His hand finally finds its destination, and with a click, the belt comes undone. She breathes out a sigh of relief as he pulls it out from underneath her.

He leans back on his heels still crouched and takes a closer look at the belt. The staff, pouch and tail connected to it caused so many questions he needed answers to, so he asks, “Can your tail still move when it isn’t connected to you? Like a lizard, or a starfish? Also, can I look in your pouch?” 

Noir quickly thinks of anything embarrassing that might have been left inside of it, and comes up with nothing.

”Sure, I guess. And no, the tail can't move anymore since it's not connected to the suit, but Vig you need to stay focused. I’d really enjoy getting out before it gets dark.” 

After a few moments of Adrian going ‘hmm’ and ‘ohhh’ while he looks at the contents of her belt pouch, eventually he returns to the task at hand. At least it gave her time to recover a little bit.

He claps his hands together and rubs them, “Okay kitty, lemme try and pull you out again.” He stands up and reaches back into the vent again, grabbing her hips like the first time.

After a few more pulls with no success, he maneuvers her legs to wrap around his waist and wraps his arms around each leg, bracing his foot against the vent for leverage. Noir locks her feet against his back and takes a shaky breath.

Adrian slowly starts to lean backward, relying on gravity to do its thing. Soon after he yanks slightly, then tries again harder when nothing budges. He huffs out after it doesn’t work with a few more tries, Noir reminds him that he has to go harder. 

The next yank was far more forceful and he lets out a grunt. From this angle she can feel the vibration of it right against her, and it makes her fucking wimper. 

“Did that hurt you?” His grip on her legs starts to fall, and in embarrassment and panic she tightens her legs around him a little. 

“Keep going, I’m fine. Totally fine…” She whispers the last part mostly to herself, and covers her mouth when he goes to yank again. His breath slightly hitches after he grabs at the junction of her hips and leg to get a better grip and presses her ass against him more. 

Adrian adjusts his foot higher on the vent, and a loud groan rips through his chest as he yanks again, a moan gets caught in her hand as bolt of pleasure goes up her spine at the slight relief between her legs when she feels the accents on his suit drag at just the right spot.

At this point she’s fighting with every cell in her body not to start squirming against him, the totally complete practical touches were leaving her so much warmer than she could handle. 

Another grunt comes from Adrian, and in frustration with not getting her loose, he moves her hips right against his crotch for a better angle without thinking. Noir lets out a tiny squeak as her brain goes blank.

He’s about to yank again when he pauses, his hands twitch again but he doesn’t continue pulling.

”I just realized this is exactly like a porno I watch like- just last week.” He says casually, the thumbs that rest on her hips starting to soothe in circles again.

Noir can’t form a coherent thought at this point, but after a few seconds of no response or movement from Adrian— what the fuck is he even doing back there— she removes her hand from her mouth to try and derail that thought from both of their minds.

”I’m— I apologize for interupting your Fargo show, the one time you take the day off from patrolling and of course I fuck it up—“

”What? Kitty, you didnt fuck anything up. You needed my help so of course I came, I’d drop anything to come and help you!” Adrian starts to rub her back lightly, but as he continues he starts to massage the tight knots in her lower back making her drop her head as her eyes roll into the back of her head as she groans at the pleasure.

”Besides, I was already recording it, so it's not a big deal. I'll just wait for start of the next season to watch it live-“ That snaps her out of the haze he was putting her under as her head shoots up in shock, and it hits the top of the vent with a bang, the cat in front of her jumps at the sound and glares at her.

She groans as she rubs the top of her head, Adrians hands on her back start moving faster as he asks if she’s okay. Of course she’d interrupt him when he wanted to watch a finale of his favorite show, she’s such a fucking idiot.

”I can't believe I bothered you during a finale— god—I'm such a dick—“

“Noir, you don't bother me, you’ve never bothered me, you couldn’t bother me. I promise you, you’re not a dick, and it's not a big deal—“ He tries to quickly comfort her, as much as he loves Chris, Adrian has heard his fair share of being a bother to his friend, even if he thinks Chris is just being emotionally defensive most of the time. It still makes him feel like shit when he hears it but plays it off.

”But it was important to you, and that’s a big deal to me.” She groans and rubs her face, guilt eating her alive at this point. Adrian is glad she can't see the bashful smile that appears on his face thanks to his mask and the vent. 

”I'm such a shitty friend.” She eventually says sadly, the guilt seeping its way through the statement. She already doesn’t think she deserves a friend like Adrian, now she knows she doesn’t deserve his kindness, his laughter, his loyalty. But Adrian isn’t about to let her think that way,

“Don’t say that— you are not a shitty friend. Kitty, I wanted to help you, I’d rather spend time with you more than anything else in the world. Especially if I get to stare at your ass the entire time.” She could hear the smirk on his face as he said the last part, the fact she could tell he was telling the truth made her squirm against him subconsciously.

”Alright, enough with the evil self loathing scorpions kitty, let's get you out, okay?” His hands go back to where they were before on her hips as Noir tries to sort through the wave of emotions she was feeling. She finally settles on an idea that comes to mind.

”I’ll watch Fargo with you from the beginning if that makes up for it.” She sheepishly says, the nervous tone coming from a rejection she was waiting to hear back. Instead she hears an excited gasp from him.

“For real? Are you being for real right now because holy fuck that would be so fucking awesome— It’s a long show so you’d have to come over a ton to finish it but you won’t see me complaining. I can make popcorn and we can have sleepovers-“ 

“If you get me out in the next five minutes I’ll think about a sleepover, alright?” Her smile started when she realized he was rambling again, his excitement started to seep into her chest as she felt his hands get tighter and tighter the more he went on.

Adrian goes back to yanking Noir, not getting anywhere still. He huffs out one last time in frustration, then Noir yelps as she feels him quickly lift her ass over his chest right under his chin, with his body now leaning fully back and both feet planted on the vent the only thing keeping him from falling on the ground is now Noirs stuck form. 

His hands lock together underneath her stomach. His arms over he legs caging her in completely. Noir lets out a shaky breath and covers her burning face with her hands again. 

With a strong yank, Noir finally feels her shoulders move back, just a little bit,  “It’s working! Keeping going!” She attempts to help by pushing herself with her forearms on the ground of the vent, and with another yank and a grunt from Adrian she feels a slight relief in her collarbones. The thought of almost getting out of the damn vent has clouded over her thoughts, no longer caring about how close they were, or the risqué position they were both in. 

“Holy shit— yes— Come on Vig— You— gotta— go— harder—“ Each time she spoke he yanked with more pressure, his grunts getting louder and louder as she finally started to inch back some more. She started to feel his arms shake from the strength he was using, if she wasnt more durable in the suit he probably would have cracked one of her bones at this point, but he kept going and she kept getting closer millimeter by millimeter. 

Eventually she feels the pressure on her arms start to lessen, then a familiar clunk noise causes adrenaline to shoot through her. She’s almost out. 

She can now hear the vent slowly creaking again as it fights to keep her locked in, but she starts to feel her shoulders lighten, she squeezes her eyes shut and starts to push back even more against the vent to help Adrian more. Noir slowly starts to feel herself winning against the vent as she slides backwards.

”Fuck— yesyesyesyesyesyes!” In a flash, she's outside the vent. Adrian groans as she lands on top of him, he now lays on his back with her just above him, his knees holding her upright against her chest. 

Noir blinks a few times to adjust to the difference in light, and realizes the cat she was hunting is now in her hands. Khaane must have grabbed him for her when she was to busy being ecstatic that she was actually getting out. 

Noir stares back at the cat with a triumphant smirk, “Got you, you little shit.” The cat growls lowly at her, but doesn’t squirm from her grip, he just accepts defeat and hangs limply in her outstretched hands. 

Noir continues basking in her victory until she feels Adrians hands do that familiar twitch on the back of her thighs where they keep her from crushing him. She slowly turns her head around, twisting her body to see him and— oh my god—

She’s basically sitting on his face. Her cunt about an inch away from him. Noir scrambles up, using one of her hands to push herself off of Adrian using his knee, unintentionally spreading his legs wider and he groans in what she is going to call… pain (it wasn’t pain).

As she stands up nothing but apologies come from her mouth, but she goes silent after nothing comes from the masked unmoving hero. He’s just laying on the ground still, his hands resting on his chest as he looks like he’s trying to regulate his breathing. 

Noir stands there with the cat in her hands with a worried look, and after another minute or two, she nudges Adrian with her foot lightly, “You good?” 

The only response she gets is a thumbs up, which thumps back down onto his chest quickly. Noir smiles lightly, and crouches down next to his head to look into the visor at his closed eyes. 

“Thank you for helping me Vig. I really appreciate you coming here to free me, and sorry— about almost riding your face.” Adrians breath hitches, and a twitch goes through him. 

After another moment, the cat in her hands meows and Adrian's eyes open at the sound. He looks at the cat in her hands, then up at her and her heart skips a beat as she sees his eyes crinkle behind the visor as he smiles underneath the mask. After a slow breath he clears his throat and speaks, 

“It was absolutely positively no problem kitty, I'm siked I was able to help you out.” Noir holds out a hand for him to grab, and he takes it with both of his hands. She pulls him up and has to steady him as he wobbles on his feet a bit. 

They stare at each other, Noir bashfully smiles at him then after a beat, she speaks in a monotone voice, “Let's never talk about this again.”

Adrian chuckles and puts his hands on his hips as he shakes his head, “Sorry kitty, but there isn’t a chance in hell that I won’t bring this up again.” Noir groans as she rolls her eyes, the cat in her hands starts to squirm a bit reminding her of his presence. 

“Well, I have to return this guy back to his owner… You wanna come with?” Adrian nods his head frantically, and starts marching over to one of the ladders.

”Let’s go!”

”Other way Vig.” Noir smirks as he quickly turns around on his heel.

”I knew that! I was just testing if you knew… Let's go!”

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The walk to Edna's house started with Adrian telling Noir that ‘she looked like one of those raccoons with its head stuck in a tin can’, ‘have you ever seen those really cute and funny videos of cats getting stuck in boxes?’, ‘pretty sure I saw a video of a hedgehog with a McDonald’s fry bag stuck on its head’ and probably every other variation of “animal being stuck” that he could think of. 

Eventually he started telling her about Fargo. Noir had noticed when Adrian gets really into rambling about something he really likes he starts to curse like a sailor. Khaane counted 26 ’fucks’ in his 3 minute rant about how Martin Freeman is his favorite actor, but no matter how many times he curses, Noirs smile never faded from her face as she listened intently. 

When they got to the building Edna lives in, she told Adrian to wait in the alleyway next to it. Edna might have a heart attack seeing him, and the less alive people that knew about them working together the better. 

Noir knocks on the door a few times, adjusting the fluffy creature in her hands, as she waits she looks over to the alleyway Adrian is waiting in, and sees his head poking out watching her. She looks away but can't fight the toothy grin that ends up on her face.

Edna opens the door and Noir drops the grin quickly. The old lady laughs in relief as she takes the cat from her outstretched hands. 

“Thank you Noir! I was so worried about my baby boy and look at him! Not a scratch on his fuzzy little head! My daughter will be delighted to know her favorite hero saved Mr. Munchkin’s.” Edna scratches at the cat's head as she speaks and has a warm smile on her face as she talks to Noir.

The ‘hero’ rubs the back of her neck awkwardly, the praise making her a little nervous. “You should probably get a collar for him in case this happens again, and think about getting him chipped, it would make things a lot easier next time around. Just to be safe.” She says, trying to avoid the whole hero argument. 

Edna starts to go on about how she’ll think about it, and some weird conspiracy shit she read on Facebook one time about someone being able to control the cat from its chip. Noir interrupts her rant with an excuse about needing to help someone else. Edna thanks her again then shuts the door, Noir can hear her sternly telling off her cat from behind it, and walks off back to the alleyway where her friend is waiting. 

Noir turns the corner and stops in shock at what she sees. Adrians hand is outstretched toward her, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. But what’s in his hand is what makes her do a double take. 

He’s holding someone’s detached arm. From what she can tell it’s their left arm, the thick blood from the ‘incision’ is still leaking heavily. Adrian shifts his feet as Noir stares at the limb in shock, still trying to put the pieces together.

Adrian can see she’s struggling with her shock and speaks up, “I got you dinner! I remember you saying you were hungry when we left HQ… and someone was spray painting in the alley across from us so… Are you… not hungry?” His shoulders slightly fall as he realizes she might have ate already, but Noir shakes her head like a etch a sketch to clear her thoughts up. 

“I’m… I'm still hungry… I didn’t get a chance to eat before the old lady asked for help so…” Adrian's entire body springs back to life and he shakes the arm at her excitedly. Noir lets out a breath of a laugh through her nose and grabs the arm from him. Adrian leans forward and starts to rock on his feet as he waits for her to bite, very obviously waiting to watch her eat. 

Noir tries to ignore his watching eyes and sinks her teeth into the forearm and starts to drink from it. Her face softens as she indulges the pure energy it gives her as she continues. The blood high makes her hyper focus, an almost animalistic feeling washes over her as she gives into the ride. The arm starts to almost deflate from lack of liquids and eventually she lets go with a pop.

She wipes the excess blood from her lips with the back of her hand, and takes a glance at Adrian again with dilated pupils. 

“Was it good? It didn’t have any drugs in it right? I asked him if he did any but he was so nervous that I couldn’t tell if he was lying. Also he said he didn’t know his blood type so— yeah…” He trails off as she starts to stare at the flesh and bone in her hand. A smile slowly creeps onto her face as she thinks about how he is way too thoughtful for his own good. 

How could someone— anyone— treat her so nicely? Everything in her tells her that she doesn’t deserve it, that she will never be worth the work, but Adrian is always there somehow batting off those thoughts with a baseball bat in her head. He treats her like she’s everything, and she thinks of herself as if she’s nothing. He deserves something nice for his effort, a gift maybe? What would she even get him?

Noir shakes her head again, her blood high finally starting to lessen. She’ll figure something out for him, he deserves it. Her hand holding the arm starts to glow with a threatening black light, and the arm disintegrates into dust right in front of them.

Noir looks back at Adrian, his body language giving him away completely. He’s nervous, maybe about accidentally drugging her? Noir blows air through her nose and closes her eyes as she rubs her arm awkwardly. Slowly she walks over to him, and stiffly, but very very carefully wraps her arms around his waist and presses herself into him in an attempt at a hug. God she can’t even remember the last time she did this.

Adrian immediately wraps his arms around her in return, squeezing tightly as a content hum leaves him. Noir tips her head down below his chin, leaning on him subconsciously as she starts to melt into the embrace. Her eyes close as the dopamine starts to make her sleepy, her heart pounding as she inhales the scent of kevlar, mint, sweat, coffee, and a hint of dish washing soap. She can hear his heart beating just as fast as hers— god— she feels lightheaded from all the feelings running through her, but she needs to stay on task.

“Thank you Adrian, you’re a really good friend to me. Sorry… I’ve… never really been good at telling people how I feel but… you make me want to try.” Noir pushes her head against his chest a little bit more, taking all the warmth he was so effortlessly offering.

“You don’t have to keep those feelings locked up in your brain kitty, people are like Guinea pigs, they need friends for comfort— or something. I will always be here if you need my help or if you wanna talk, that will never change.” Adrian nuzzles his cheek into her hair affectionately. Noir squeezes him a little tighter as she takes in his words.

Eventually she reluctantly lets go, but does notice his arms linger just a smidge longer than necessary. Noir doesn’t have it in her to look at him, instead looking at the broken cement on the ground. 

Adrian claps then rubs his hands together, “Wanna start Fargo at my place? I have popcorn.” He sings the last part as he tries to entice her into going. She looks up at him and smirks before she rolls her eyes then starts to walk out of the alleyway. 

“Alright, let’s go then.” Adrian fist bumps the air and starts to jog up to we’re she walks, then ultimately asks,

“So… sleep over? Please?” 

Noir lets out a chuckle, “I'll think about it.”

Notes:

— Lemme know what you think! I write a lot tbh but I never post it in fear of not finishing it, or just because it’s not entirely perfect but I’m taking a leap with this one! Also is this way too OC? I struggle with characters that don’t have a set story or power so… idk

— The dialogue about the Grand Canyon is from the Backyard podcast, definitely look them up on tiktok if you want a laugh

— I have so much backstory for Noir, and I have written a little of her story but it definitely needs tweaks but she has tons of potential if y’all like it!

— “I’d rather be alone than be with the wrong person” is from Death Note, also headcanon that Adrian has definitely watched it bc how could he not?

— I’m currently working on a x reader for Daredevil that’s coming along nicely, but this was stuck in my head

— Honestly there has been such a drought in Vigilante fic’s and I’m hoping when season 2 of peacemaker comes out there will be more (my calculations are that it will be done filming by the end of next month yes I did the math also editing should only take about 5 month hopefully don’t get me started how we’ve seen Peacemaker, Harcourt, Adebayo and John on set but no Adrian I’m terrified they changed his suit design or his character) 

[scarletttries]

Soft Adrian Chase/ Vigilante Headcanons (Peacemaker Request)

Pairing: Adrian Chase/Vigilante (Peacemaker) x GN! Reader

Rating: Fluff

Author's Note: I'm not watching anything new and exciting at the minute, so I'm visiting some favourite characters for inspiration, and of course Adrian Chase is where I'd start :)

Soft Adrian Chase/ Vigilante Headcanons:

- This man is completely incapable of playing it cool. It doesn't matter if you meet him as Adrian or Vigilante, the minute his eyes met yours he would turn into a babbling mess, desperately trying to keep your attention, capture your favour, and best of all make you smile.

- It'd be hard to tell exactly how much of his behaviour was flirting and how much was just his sweet, if not a little intense, dedication to friendship. He would go out of his way to meet you after your classes or work, always 'just happening to be in the neighbourhood' and walking the same direction you are. When you ask if the flowers he's holding just happen to be for you, you can get to watch him squirm and falter as he pretends he was on his way to a funeral that got cancelled and so you 'can have them if you want?'

- Despite his obvious dedication and infatuation, you would have to be the one to ask Adrian on a real date, the thought of you feeling the same way he does is frankly too far outside the realm of possibility for him to consider until you confess your own feelings first. Which of course have developed through weeks of his being the sweetest and most attentive man you've ever had the pleasure of knowing.

- Dates with Adrian are pretty low key - lots of pizza and movies at home, walks in the park on sunny days, and running errands together that somehow become a lot more fun when there's someone beside you doing his best to make a joke out of everything. Gradually Adrian's apartment stops feeling like home to him unless you're there too, and one night he slips you a key laced on a BFF keychain that you know he treats like a sacred vow.

- You find Adrian's a surprisingly good listener to whatever's on your mind. He's spent a lot of his life feeling lonely and misunderstood, so any chance he can take to make you feel like someone is seeing the real you and accepting it 100% is a chance he feels privileged to take. Over time he opens up to you too, about his family and childhood and all the strange and winding paths that lead him to be Vigilante as well as Adrian Chase. You know there are some moral grey areas where Adrian has stepped further over the line that you would have liked, but somehow when he's staring up at you through his thick glasses, telling you every thought he has as they occur to him, you can't help but give him the benefit of the doubt - if he's such a bad guy, why is he such an angel to you.

- Adrian's favourite thing in the world is when you come meet him after his shifts at his day job, the euphoria of having someone waiting for him to be free never fading no matter how long you're together. He'll make a big show of pointing you out to all his doubtful colleagues, feeling proud and safe as he runs out the door and over to you, scoping you up in his arms and telling you every day just how much he missed you.

- Adrian's place is pretty basic when you first start visiting - he's got all the necessary furniture but no soft or personal touches that make the place his own. One day you decide to gift him a soft teal blanket that inexplicably makes you think of him. Another time you buy him a couple of extra mugs so your morning coffees can match. Slowly Adrian watches his house become a home, begging you to spend a Friday night scouring the local thrift stores with him for more little pieces, hoping that the more you help him decorate, the less time you'll want to spend away from his apartment in the first place.

- Vigilante keeps some strange hours, and can't always keep in touch as much as he'd like to when he's out on patrol. The two of you would come up with your own code to keep close though; a special knock that only the two of you know for when either of you get home, Adrian sending a merman emoji every two hours without fail to let you know he's still safe, and always getting home before you wake up in the morning so you never have to wake up in an empty bed without him.

- The little life that you and Adrian build together would feel like a safe harbour in the stormy waters of his fight against crime and isolation, your company the softest and cosiest presence he never imagined he'd be able to find, or feel deserving of.

[moonlight-sonata99]

Starstruck ★ Adrian Chase

(҂ `з`) ︻╦̵̵̿╤──

You'd think adrian having a female version of him would make him go crazy right? Wrong. He doesnt like it one bit.

Notes: look, IM GOING TO COMMIT.i really want to try writing more so here's it. This is just a introductory chapter to Reader so yea! DONT GO TO HARD ON ME PLEASE. Except bully me into making more pls.

The gang had been called out to a mission to go after someone criminals who had broken into a facility and stole equipment, what was so special about these guys you ask? The so called equipment was covered in a new type of liquid that gave whoever was around it long enough almost super hero powers. It didnt mean they were invincible though. Is what they thought before they got their asses beat, and just by the hand of God managed to kill most of the criminals and only one remained. The criminals darted to harcourt but before he reached her multiple bullets were shot into his chest causing harcourt to bend over as the criminal fell into his own pile of blood, and while she thought it was adrian a voice rang through the silent warehouse.

"Hi guys!" A unknown female voice chirped out as their brows furrowed and their attentioned turned to the middle of the room, There stood a women wearing red and she lowered her sub machine gun and waved her hand, "who the fuck are you?" Harcourt raised her voice as she stood up holding her waist where one of the crooks had hit her.

The masked women rubbed her head, "Me?" The women in Red asked as harcourt let out a scoffed "who else am I talking to?" The blonde retorted as the women in red, shuffled a bit. "You can call me Red" The masked women replied, her voice almost shy? "I-im just here to help-" Red started but peacemaker who had been recovering stood up.

"Look we appreciate it but we've got this handled" he stated, trying to act might as Red stood there. "You guys literally got your asses handed to you" Red deadpanned, as peacemakers eyes darted away. "That's not- entirely true." He mumured out, rubbing his neck, as Red laughed "you did, I saw it!" She replied her head leaning back, her mask hiding her smile. "You literally got thrown to the-" "Look" harcourt interrupted

" we dont need your fucking help okay? Get lost." She said beginning to walk but Red trailed behind her and peacemaker who followed suit. "Im not looking for thanks, I just-" Red stumbled on her words "without sounding like weirdo...but I saw that interview about you guys on T.V, you guys are awesome!" She beamed as harcourt sighed as peacemaker who was tired dragged their feet as Red followed behind"So like...isnt there like...one more member" Red mumured out rubbing her neck, "what do you mean?" Harcourt breathe out annoyed as Red's face turned away.

"Well..You know- I heard there's was another guy with you, it uh-started with a what was it- v?" she said her scratching her mask with her gloved finger. "Are you talking about vigilante?" Peacemaker maker asked his face filled with fure confusion as she snapped her fingers. "Yea that guy!isnt he supposed to be with you guys?not that- i been keeping tabs or anything.i mean hes cool- but like so unrelevent to our conversation!" The masked women laughed nervously as the two looked at eachother. "But you just asked about hi- Peacemaker was about ask before harcourt now annoyed pointed her finger. "we dont need you help get the fuck out of here!" She ordered her voice echoing through the warehouse as Red took a step back.

"Woah woah, calm. Im just..curious.jeez." Red stated holding her hands up. "Anyways I know when im not needed." She huffed out turning back scurrying off into the open truck door of the warehouse and disappearing into the night. As harcourt sighed."That's all we need, another vigilante" she sighed as she exited the warehouse, and the peacemaker followed suit,

"The way she killed those men was hot as hell though you gotta admit" he stated, Harcourt letting out a scoff as chris entered the truck and slammed the door shut.

[plzu]

#16 from the kiss prompt list? For Adrian Chase my one and only?

omg hiiiii smth short and quick otherwise it'd never get posted lol

prompt: One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person. Adrian Chase x Reader (no gendered terms used) wordcount: 503

“Ow!”

“Adrian. Adrian, I haven't even touched it yet.”

You stood between Adrian's legs as he sat on your kitchen counter, cradling his right hand, palm up, in your left. His eyes glimmered pathetically behind the glass of his frames, big and green and unnecessarily full of apprehension as he regarded the silver tweezer carefully gripped between the forefinger and thumb of your other hand.

The big brave Vigilante went and got himself a splinter, and he was now crying about it in your kitchen.

“Are you sure you didn't touch it yet? Because it felt like you did.”

You rolled your eyes, and mentally counted to three, smirking. “Are you seriously going to complain about tweezers? I didn't see you pout like this after you've been, like, stabbed. Or shot.”

For all your teasing, your thumb still absentmindedly soothed at the warm flesh of his hand.

“How would you even know? I wear a mask. You can't see what face I make.”

“I meant, I dunno, afterwards.” Your wrist flicked with a lazy flourish as you shrugged. Adrian's wary gaze followed the tweezer during the motion.

“Watch that thing,” he warned.

You bit your bottom lip to suppress a grin.

“Adrian, please, just… close your eyes. It'll be over before you know it.”

“I just,” he gulped, “I feel like there's steps missing. Before this part.”

You had already washed his hand with soap and warm water, paying extra special attention to his middle finger where the offending piece of wood was embedded in, and squeezed and prodded at the splinter until you were confident it stuck out just enough to retrieve it with a tweezer.

“You're just procrastinating.”

And maybe he was procrastinating. But having your full attention was just too good to give up so soon, especially when your hand was touching his hand, and the heat of your body took up the space between his knees so nicely.

It just felt really, really good to be touched with kindness. No rough hands here, only your own soft ones.

You gave his hand a gentle, encouraging squeeze before lining up the tweezer with his booboo finger, appendage brought to your eye level.

“Don't move,” you muttered, breath fanning warm and soft against his hand, and it took all of his self-control to keep from yanking away from your hold. 

The tingle that spread along his spine at your focus fanned out into a slight shiver, but other than that, he obeyed your command as you successfully plucked out the splinter.

And, god, it didn't hurt. It couldn't have hurt. But his lower lip still stuck out in a pout, all pretty and pink and inviting and you laughed. You pressed forward into his space and before Adrian could blink, your lips met his, smushing his mouth flat in one delirious, heart-thudding moment.

When you pulled back, Adrian's mouth hung open, dumbstruck. Blushing.

And no longer pouting.