#adrian chase x reader smut

[training4theapocalypse]

If the sexy nurse panel in the latest Vigilante / Eagly double feature made you feel some things, you might enjoy this idk 👀

Tiny Stitches (Adrian Chase x gn!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUT, Graphic injury detail, Handjob

Summary: Your Halloween plans are cancelled last minute. You’re ready for a night alone eating Halloween candy until Vigilante comes to your door needing stitched up.

A/N: Based on this ask by @impossibleheartflower - thank you! No pronouns are used but the reader is wearing a slutty nurse outfit. It’s pretty nondescript (e.g. no specific mention of skirt or pants) so the slutty nurse outfit can be whatever you want it to be. Maybe the real slutty nurse outfit is the friends we made along the way.

Masterlist

Chapter text

You dip your hand in your bubble bath to test the temperature - it’s not exactly going to make up for the fact that your Halloween date flaked at the last second but you know you’ll feel better when you take off this ridiculous costume and sink into the bubbles.

You hear a distant knock from your front door and turn off the tap. 

It’s sort of late for trick-or-treaters. Right? Maybe your apartment is the last stop for the kids who live in your building. You don’t want to end up on a register somewhere so you pull on a robe over your sexy nurse costume.

“Coming!” You rush out of the bathroom to unchain your front door. 

You let out a gasp of shock when you open it. Thud. A man’s body falls backwards into your apartment.

“What the fuck?!” 

Is he… dead?

Dread fills you as your eyes ping over every part of his figure, looking for signs of life. But it’s hard to tell when he’s dressed in a black and teal Halloween costume with his face completely concealed by a mask. 

Almost completely. 

His eyes are just visible behind the red visor on his mask. He blinks up at you. He blinks. He’s alive. 

The man dressed up as the masked Vigilante of Evergreen groans. “It’s me... Sorry.”

That voice is familiar. “Who- ?”

Vigilante stares up at you standing over him. He knows he’s got more pressing matters to worry about than being offended that you don’t recognise his voice but he can’t help it. He’d know your voice anywhere. Hell, he even recognises the way your keys jingle in the hallway when you get home from work. 

“I’m your neighbour… from across the hall.” He clutches his side with one hand so he can rip off his mask with the other. 

Oh.

‘Hot guy’ is the stupid thought that pops into your head when you stare at his upside-down face lying across your doorway. You realise who he is now after all, under his Halloween costume, with his dark, curly hair and sharp jaw - all that’s missing is his glasses. You’re not even sure of his name - you’ve been so used to referring to him as ‘Hot Guy Across The Hall’ in your friends’ group chat for months that you’re more accustomed to calling him that in your head.

‘Hot Guy Across The Hall took a package in for me today.’

‘I bet you’d like to take a package from Hot Guy Across The Hall.’

You snap out of it when you see a trickle of blood drip onto your floor. You look at the gloved hand clutching his side - he’s holding a wound on his abdomen. A dark puddle of blood leaks through the fabric, staining the white parts of his gloves crimson. A new terror sets in as you realise he’s been attacked.

“Please, I need a nurse.”

“This…” You look down at your red and white polyester outfit and the plastic stethoscope around your neck that’s visible underneath your open robe. “This is a Halloween costume.”

“I know that. I’ve seen you in scrubs.”

“I’m a vet.”

“Uh, thank you for your service?”

“A veterinarian.” You stick your head out the door and look up and down the hallway, worried about anyone stumbling upon the bloody scene. “Get in here.” You slip off your robe so you can move freely, then bend down and drag Hot Guy Across The Hall by his underarms into your apartment, sliding him across your wooden floor and shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he's heavier than he looks.

Shit, what was his name?

“Aidan, right?”

“Close enough.” He groans, staring up at your ceiling. 

“Can you get up if I help you?” 

“Mhm,” he winces in affirmation and you bend down to put his arm around his shoulder. He inhales sharply, holding onto his side as you help him across your small apartment into your bedroom. You’re glad your apartment is clean. Not that you’d admit out loud that you’d tidied it specifically just in case your date had gone well tonight.

You help him onto your fresh bedspread. The blood is definitely going to stain your new sheets. Perfect.

“Okay, let’s see what we’re dealing with,” you say, tossing the plastic stethoscope aside and sitting beside him on the edge of the bed so you can assess the wound. “Wait, is your costume a onesie?”

“No,” he groans. “I just need to take off the belt-” He swears when he removes his hand from his side to unfasten his gunbelt. A jolt of adrenaline courses through you when you realise that attached to him are real guns.

“Okay, let me do that. You just keep applying pressure.” You firmly move his hands from his belt to his wound. The sound of metal on metal clicks in your silent bedroom when you gently unthread the belt from the loops. “There we go, you’re doing great,” you soothe as you place the belt and his gun on the floor and roll up the top half of his suit. Your fingers tremble slightly when you realise the fabric under them isn’t cheap polyester. It’s thick. Lined with what you expect is Kevlar. This is no bargain bin Halloween costume.

Oh shit.

There’s a long but shallow knife wound running down his ribs. It doesn’t look like there’s any damage to his vital organs. But it’s gruesome. “I’ll get my car keys - I’m taking you to a hospital.”

“Wait!” He tries to sit up but yelps in pain and lies back again.

“Please, I can’t go there… Too many questions.”

It confirms your suspicions. 

“You’re not dressed up for Halloween.” It’s not a question but you look up to see his response all the same. You’ve been so focused on his injury that you haven’t noticed the way his green eyes have been searching your face. He slowly shakes his head and looks at you beseechingly. Ugh. You can’t say no to those pretty eyes. It’s why you ended up becoming a vet - you just can’t resist the stupid, puppy-dog eyes. 

“I don’t have any anaesthetic. This is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“Thanks.”

“Keep that sentiment in mind when you’re screaming in a second.”

You leave him and boil some water while you busy yourself finding your medical supplies and a bottle of vodka. You set up your things on the bedside table while you sit on a throw pillow on the floor next to the bed.

“God, this is always the worst bit.” He says, squinting at you dipping the gauze in the boiled water, getting ready to clean out the wound.

“Don’t you normally wear glasses?”

“They’re in my pocket.”

You reach into his pocket and carefully place them on his face. “Better?” He nods. “Or maybe you don’t wanna see this?” 

“Aren’t you gonna clean it out with vodka first?” He asks as your hand hovers over his wound, holding the gauze.

“Hell no - that’s only in the movies. Alcohol can damage your tissue. This is for us.” You open the bottle with one hand, take a quick swig and shudder before handing him the bottle.

“Shouldn’t you be sober for this?”

“Hey, the dogs never complain when I turn up to work drunk.”

“They don’t?”

Your face cracks into a smile as you take in the sincerity of his look. “A joke. I’m joking.”

“Oh, right. Yeah.” He takes a long gulp of vodka, screws up his face and passes it back to you.

You clean his wound and he clenches his fists, breathing heavily. 

“So, you said you’ve done this before?” You ask, trying to distract him.

“Yeah,” he says through gritted teeth.

You scan his toned lower abdomen and spot a gruesome-looking scar just under his navel. “Oof, I can tell. That looks like shit.”

“Hey-” He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale when you give the wound one last wipe. 

You thread the sterilised needle. “You ready?”

“Wait.” He extends his arm towards the vodka and you pass it to him so he can take another drink. He shakes his head. “Ready.”

“I’ll be quick. I promise.”

He groans when the needle breaks his skin. “So, what’s your name? If it’s not Aidan.” If you keep him talking, you can take his mind off the pain. Keep him conscious.

“It’s Adrian.”

“How about that? I was close.”

“I know yours. I get your packages sometimes.” He says your full name and address as if reciting a poem.

“Well remembered,” you say, furrowing your brow in concentration as you make the next stitch. He grabs your shoulder instinctively.

“Sorry,” he whimpers.

“It’s okay. You’re doing so good.”

His grip tightens at that.

“Anyway, how come you’re home more than me? You always get my packages. Doesn’t doing all this keep you busy?”

“I work nights. Mostly. Evenings too at my other job.”

“You’re a waiter, right? I’ve seen your uniform.”

“Busboy.”

“That’s cool,” you jabber on, focusing on keeping him distracted. “Must be a pretty convincing secret identity.”

“Right?!” He perks up at your compliment, extremely pleased that you think his secret identity is a good one. 

“Bussing tables in the evenings then committing murder at night?”

“It’s not murder.” He grimaces again. The grip on your shoulder is now vice-like. “It’s holding people accountable.”

“Sure, sure…” you say. You feel strangely calm. It’s as if the shy, awkward dude on your bed is just cosplaying as Vigilante. Even though you’re currently stitching up his fresh wound from whatever the fuck it is he’s been up to tonight.

“...You’re not gonna, like, tell anyone, right?” You feel his eyes studying your face as you continue stitching him up.

“That depends. What are you gonna do for me?”

For some reason, his cheeks turn crimson and he blinks rapidly behind his glasses.

“Uh, like what?” he blusters.

“Does your job have any perks?

“Uh… Do you need me to kill someone?”

“No!” And despite the absurdity of the question, you laugh. “I meant like free pink lemonade for life in exchange for stitching you up.”

“Ohhhh, right. I dunno. I might get asked a lot of questions if I give you free drinks.”

“More questions than you’d get at the hospital if I took you there instead?”

“Uh, no, probably not.” He chews his lower lip seriously and it makes you feel bad for teasing him in his sorry state. 

“I’m kidding, dude. My lips are sealed.”

The fact he’s Vigilante doesn’t scare you in the way you know it should. You know you should absolutely phone the police. But you kind of enjoy sharing this. A dirty little secret between the two of you. 

“Pink lemonade is overhyped,” he says after a few beats.

“Is is not! It’s like the best kind of lemonade.”

“It is - ow! Sorry! Okay, sorry for saying it’s overhyped! Pink lemonade is great. Jesus.”

“That wasn’t on purpose - sorry. It’s just the last stitch… Keep holding onto my shoulder if you want?” Before you even finish the suggestion, his blood-stained gloved grips onto your white nurse outfit. “You’re being so brave.” 

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers.

His whimper makes you feel flustered in a way you hadn’t expected. And you’re pretty sure it’s nothing to do with the task at hand.

You can’t think of a response to comfort him. Your bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired - usually, your patients are much fluffier. You stop short of calling him a good boy and patting his head

Finally, you tie off your last stitch and squeeze some antibacterial ointment onto the neat row of stitches. 

“Done. Now take a look at this.” With difficulty, he hoists himself into his elbows to look at his stomach. “Evenly spaced stitches, not too tight, yeah? Now look at these.” You point at the scar on his lower abdomen. “Tiny stitches. They’re too tight. And you shouldn’t make X’s when you sew yourself up. Not bad for a second try, though.”

“That was like the fifth time I’ve done it,” he pouts. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“Look, you can feel how it’s gone all bumpy.” You trace your fingers along the scar, feeling the way the skin has healed unevenly under the trail of hair on his stomach. 

He flushes again as he looks down at you, your fingers brushing his abdomen.

“What?”

“Sorry.” He lies back again, determinedly looking at the ceiling.

“For what? Oh.” Your forearm brushes against something hard in his pants as you remove your hand from his stomach. “My bad.”

“It’s not - ” he winces, trying to sit up further but changes his mind mid-way through. “Fuck.”

“Does it hurt?”

“My… my boner?”

“No!” You crack up laughing again and he joins in uncertainly as if not sure why. “Your very recent knife wound?”

“Oh. Yeah. I mean - no.” His eyes linger on your body and you suddenly feel very aware of the fact that you’re kneeling at his side wearing not very much clothing. He swallows and looks away quickly. “Y’know, I should go. I don’t wanna ruin your night.”

You laugh like it’s nothing. That this whole situation is totally in your comfort zone.

“Don’t worry about it. I was supposed to be going to a Halloween party with a date but they bailed.”

“They bailed on you?”

“Eh, it happens.” You shrug. “They mighta had a better offer.”

“Than you?” He looks at you seriously and pushes his glasses higher up his nose. “No way. Not possible. You’re, like, a ten.”

You tilt your head and look at him carefully. He takes a sharp inhale of breath when you get up from the floor, sit on the bed next to him and place the back of your hand on his forehead.

“Wha - what are you doing?”

“You don’t seem to have a fever…” His eyebrows scrunch together as he gazes up at you through his wire-rimmed frames. “I just thought you might be hallucinating.”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not hot.”

“You don’t have to compliment me just because I stitched you up.”

“Am not!” he protests like you’re teasing him. “I’d compliment you all the time if you didn’t run off every time I saw you.”

It’s your turn to protest. “I do not ‘run off’.”

Although it’s not strictly true. You sort of do. You just thought he hadn’t noticed.

“Uh, yeah!” he says. “When you picked up that package last week? It was kinda impressive how fast you sprinted across the hall.”

You feel heat rising in your neck as you remember it. He had answered the door wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants, grinning as you read the indiscreet label plastered on the front.

‘HOSPITAL HOTTIE - ADULT FANTASY LINGERIE’

You had stammered a quick thanks before fleeing back to your apartment where you shut the door behind you and leaned against it, eyes closed, not sure whether to text your friends immediately with this news or to strip off and take a cold shower. 

You look down at your almost bare legs and smooth out the front of your outfit, now wishing you hadn’t so hastily thrown off your bathrobe. It must look ridiculous.

“Y’know when I saw the label, I thought a lot about what was in that package.”

Your eyes dart up instinctively to see if he’s making fun of you. He’s smiling. But sincerely. It’s a cute smile. With dimples.

“You did?”

“Tch - Hell yeah I did. I sort of… I dunno. Fantasised about this, I guess.”

Your throat feels dry. “About this?”

“Yeah, I mean I thought I might have been dreaming when you actually opened the door like that.”

You look at him suspiciously. “Adrian… did you - did you get stabbed on purpose so I’d take care of you?”

“What? No! I never get stabbed.”

“Never?”

You touch the scar on his lower abdomen again and this time - intentionally - your forearm rests on his crotch. 

“Well, hardly ever.”

“You should let me stitch you up from now on,” you say, as your fingers dance down his stomach. “The next rare occasion you get stabbed.”

The heel of your hand barely grazes the tip of his hard cock through his pants. When his eyes lock onto yours, you know you’re not being slick. He swallows. You freeze. You’re worried you’ve overstepped.

You both stare at each other for a few seconds.

You realise you’ve been holding your breath. “What else was in your fantasy?” you whisper in an exhale.

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes like he’s throwing caution to the wind. “This.” His gloved hand clamps on top of yours faster than you’d have expected in his injured state and he firmly moves your hand over his cock.

Fuck it.

Your hands work urgently, unzipping the suit hugging his waistline and suddenly his warm cock is under your palm.

He suppresses a groan of pain and you look up in alarm, worried that you’ve hurt him somehow but you can see he’s trying to sit up.

“Lie back - you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“It’s - ow, fuck - it’s worth it if I can kiss you.”

You push his chest back gently so he’s lying on your pillows and kneel on the bed to kiss him. As soon as your lips meet his, he tries to lift himself up again, lurching himself deeper into your mouth. Your tongue slips into his mouth as you push, more firmly this time, onto his chest so he can’t sit up.

You lean your forehead against his and his glasses push into your brow. “Keep still. Nurse’s orders.”

“I thought you were a vet,” he says breathlessly.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

You lick your palm, wrap your hand around his cock and slide it along his shaft.

“Oh fuck... Fuck - you’re so hot. Where - where have you been all my life?”

His eyebrows knit together in a beautiful, pathetic sort of way that makes your lower tummy burn dangerously. 

“Across the hall in this slutty little outfit. Waiting to take care of you.”

“Holy fucking shit.” He tenses his thighs and jerks his hips up into your slick fist with a laboured groan.

“Don’t. Stay still,” you tell him sternly. For some reason your reprimand makes him clench his jaw.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Yeah? I bet you do. I bet you’ve been jerking off thinking about it.”

“Y- yeah,” he gasps. His cheeks are flushed pink. You don’t think it’s from embarrassment - you have a feeling he doesn’t embarrass easily so you press on.

“Tell me.”

“I’ve been - shit - I’ve been jerking off thinking about you.”

“Doing what?” Your hand picks up pace and he squirms underneath your touch.

“I told you. This.”

“Just this?”

“Fuck. No.”

“Tell me then,” you repeat.

“I wanted to - oh god - when you ran across the hall, I wanted to grab you.” His voice strains. “Pull down your scrubs and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t forget my name again.”

You feel yourself dissolving then and there. “Shit. I would have let you.”

“Ah - fuck,” he whispers as he throbs under your hand. “Let me. Please.”

“No.” You stay in your kneeling position on the bed - one hand bracing against his chest to prevent him from sitting up and the other pumping up and down his cock. “You’re hurt. Lemme take care of you.”

He whimpers and pushes his head back into your pillows. The muscles in his pale neck tighten as he swallows hard. You can’t resist leaning down and pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on the exposed sensitive flesh of his throat.

“Relax, Adrian,” you murmur, your mouth pressed against his skin. 

When his name leaves your lips, his groan vibrates in his throat against your mouth in response.

“Fuck - fuck - you feel so good.”

“You know where’d feel better, right?”

Adrian’s hips jerk up into your hand again. You don’t scold him this time - you let him squirm and work his hips in sync with your fist. He can handle it.

You kiss along his jawline and meet his lips again. 

“Cum for me and you can fuck me when you’re healed,” you whisper.

And quicker than you’d expected - he does.

A shaky gasp leaves his lips and without really realising you’re doing it, you pant with him, breathing each other’s air as spurts of warmth coat your fingers. Your hand flexes along his length as you milk every last rope of cum from him and he collapses back onto your fluffy, white pillows.

Grabbing tissues from your bedside table, he lets you clean him up without complaint as he breathes heavily, staring at your ceiling. 

“Better?” You give him a wry smile and he brings his gaze back to you.

“Yeah…” He looks down at his new stitches apprasingly. “I just wish I hadn’t been stabbed.”

“Yeah, well I’m kind of glad you were.”

He laughs so hard that he winces in pain and holds his side again. “Fuck. You’re kind of a freak, you know that, right?”

“Maybe I just like helping injured little things that give me puppy dog eyes.”

Adrian exhales a gentle laugh and fixes his glasses. 

“Did you mean what you said about stitching me up again?”

You meet his green eyes. “Did you mean what you said about fucking me so hard I’d never forget your name again?”

“Uh, yeah? Obviously.”

“Then sure.” You toss the used tissue into the trash can and kiss him again. “Fucking sounds good. Pink lemonade is overhyped, anyway.”

[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.

[nobitchs-world]

How I feel after making all my oc’s over powered

[jamdoughnutmagician]

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

A familiar face shows up at your apartment in need of some tender love and care, and who are you to deny him?

Word Count:2, 523 (oops!)

Warnings:Fluff, Smut, Mentions of injuries (nothing too graphic I think?), Blowjobs, Cowgirl Position, Nothing else I can think of unless I've missed something you want tagged (just send me a message!)

Authour's Note:First time writing for him (I can't believe it took me this long!) but I love him so much, and I just really wanted to have a stab at it!

Masterlist

You settle yourself against the soft cushions of your sofa with a heavy sigh, working a very long and tiresome shift in the emergency room had left you almost nodding off to sleep whilst the tv played quietly in front of your weary eyes.

Just as your eyes are about to flutter close you hear something knocking against your apartment’s window.

You reach your hand down by the side of the sofa where you keep a baseball bat at hand. Living alone in an apartment in a big city could get dangerous, and you never wanted to be without some kind of weapon to defend yourself, especially late at night.

Armed with your weapon of choice you stalk slowly towards where the noise is coming from, the knocking getting louder as you move closer. It’s only when you get close enough to your balcony window that you let the bat drop by your side with a huff.

“Adrian..” you sigh as you help him into your apartment through the window.

His soft brown curls are a little dishevelled as he looks at you with a guilty expression.

“I didn’t know where else to go, okay?” he huffs.

Adrian was your across-the-hall neighbour, living in the apartment opposite yours, and one night whilst you had been getting home from yet another late night shift, you had seen him battered and bruised leaning down, slumped against his front door. Gone was his casual outfit and tired expression from working downtown as a bus-boy at Fennel Fields. He was wearing what looked to be a very tattered teal and black tactical suit, and a pained expression on his face, wincing with every shift of his body.

Panic and worry filled your chest that day, which he tried to laugh off with a pained smile and an easy quip of ‘You should’ve seen the other guy’ 

You immediately rushed to his side, crouching down to meet him. 

“I think you had better come with me.” you tell him as you slip your arm under his shoulder to help support him. “Can you stand up for me?”

Despite clocking off from a long and arduous shift at the hospital, your nursing training and need to help those who needed it kicked in. You had already made the decision that you were going to help him, you just needed to get him to his feet and into your apartment where you could get a better look at him.    

The fact that you had admired him from afar and thought he was cute had nothing to do with why you wanted to look after him. Of course not.

“So, are you like an angel or something?” he asks, the question coming out as a little grumble as you helped him up to his feet.

Okay, so in addition to helping patch up his obvious injuries, you were also going to have to check him over for concussion.

“Not an angel, no, just a very concerned neighbour.”  You smiled, as you both made it through your apartment’s door without any trouble.

That night your adorably dorky neighbour spilled his secret to you. 

“Bus-boy by day, Vigilante by night. I’m basically batman.” he says all too proudly.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s quite what Batman does.” you dismiss with a soft shake of your head whilst you clean his wounds.

“You're lucky I didn't crack your skull open with this, Adrian.” You say as stashing away your baseball bat, before you guide him towards the small dining table in your apartment’s kitchenette. “Sit.” You instruct him, pulling out one of the chairs from under the table.

You reach into your kitchen cabinet, where you keep your first-aid kit handy. Truthfully you never really used it all that much, that was until you had met Adrian, after that you were going through band-aids and sterilised wipes way more than you ever had before. 

“Nice to see that you're prepared for anything.” He chuckles, wincing when the laugh hurts him a bit too much.

“Do I even want to know what happened this time?” You ask tentatively. You knew that Adrian had many targets on his back just by being Vigilante, it wasn't something that made him popular amongst the people who he found himself entangled with. 

His lip is split, and a few scratches and bruises decorate his freckled cheeks.

“I think the less I say, the better.” 

“Can I take your glasses off?” You ask.

He nods, and you reach out towards him to gently take the wire frames from his face.

“Okay, so, like, this is going to suck okay?” you tell him, as you reach for the disinfectant wipe to clean away the dried blood from his split lip, leaning in close to him make sure that his wounds are sufficiently cleaned.

He hisses as you clean him up, the disinfectant stinging his skin.

“Your lip should heal on its own after a few weeks. It’s not that deep, so lucky for you, you’re not going to need stitches.” 

“That’s good news, I suppose, can’t have the bad guys ruining this pretty face now, can I?” he laughed softly.

“Do you want Hello Kitty, or do you want Smurfs?” you ask him, holding out the selection of band-aids in front of him as you nod to the grazes on his knuckles.

“Hello Kitty, obviously. Never did trust the Smurfs. Little blue bastards.”

You wrap the band-aid around his finger gently, and settle back against your chair with a quiet huff.

“Thank you for taking care of me everytime.” He says shyly.

“Adrian..” 

“No, no I know, it’s probably not what you had planned for your Friday evening, y’know looking after me and all, but I just wanna let you know that I’m grateful for it.”

“How’d you even know I was going to be home? I could have been on call?”

“You leave your curtains open when you’re home, I can see the glow from the tv from the window.” he explains. “I know you like looking out into the city. You never leave your curtains open if you’re not home.”

  “Nice to know I’ve got the infamous Vigilante looking out for me.” you smile.

“Anytime you need me, I’d be there for you, you know that.” he murmurs, his head cast down, not daring to look at you. “I’d never want anything to happen to you, least of all because of me.”

Getting up from your seat you make your way over to him, tilting his head up to get him look at you.

“Every time you come here with a new set of injuries, I patch you up, we order a pizza and then you leave, and every time it gets harder and harder for me to pretend that I don’t care for you more than I should.” you admit, the words tumbling from your lips before you can stop them.

“Wait? Y-you like me? As in you, like, like-me like-me?” He bubbles, looking deep into your eyes.

“Adrian, that first day I patched you up, I brought you into my home, cleaned you up and we sat and watched Tangled on the couch, sharing slices of pepperoni pizza. If I didn’t like you I would have told you to just go to the doctors, and wished you all the best with your recovery.”

“I guess I feel a little better now, knowing you feel the same way.” he smiles. “Would I be a total dork if I asked if I could kiss you now?” he looked at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“You’d still be a dork.” you smirk as you lean in closer to him. “..but lucky for you I happen to like dorks.” you whisper against his lips, carefully pressing delicate kisses to his lips so as not to hurt his split lip too much.

In kissing you, Adrian wraps his arms around your waist and brings you close, sitting you in his lap, with each of your thighs sitting astride his.  

“This is happening right, like I'm not having some sort of out-of-body fever dream right now?” 

“No, this very much is happening right now.” You purr in his ear, playfully tugging his earlobe between your teeth and shifting your hips down to grind against the growing bulge in his pants. “..and if you want, there could be a whole lot more happening if you follow me to the bedroom..”

Leading him by hand towards your bedroom you pull him towards your bed, gesturing for him to make himself comfortable. 

He sheds his tactical suit, leaving him in a pair of tight black boxers, the fabric of which were tented where his cock strained against its confines. Upon seeing him out of his gear you notice that his body also has taken a few hits, purple bruises blooming on his skin.

“Christ, Adrian, look at you. Come on, let me take you to the hospital, they can check you out proper-” 

“No!” He cuts you off quickly. “No. Hospitals just mean more questions and more people poking their nose into my business, and I don't need that. I'm fine, I promise. I just wanna spend my night with you. Please.” he tries to quieten your worries with soft kisses pressed to your lips.

“Okay..” you sigh in defeat, “..but if you start having trouble breathing, or anything feels weird, anything at all, you need to tell me alright?”

“Got it, doc,” he nods. “..Now, where were we?”

“I believe I was about to knock your socks off, Vigilante.” You say with a seductive giggle, joining Adrian of the plush blankets on your bed.

You hook your fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxers, whilst you look into his eyes. 

“Lift your hips up for me, please.” 

Adrian responds to your request, lifting up enough so that you can tug his boxers down his legs, throwing them over your shoulder to a dark corner of your room.

His cock springs free, slapping up towards the soft trail of hair grazing his lower stomach, dribbling a sticky patch of pre-cum on his skin. 

“Can I suck your cock, please?” you ask, looking up at him from under your eyelashes, as you place soft kisses to the inside of his thighs.

“Like I'm gonna say no to that.” he scoffs with a laugh. “It’s all yours.”

You settle yourself between his spread legs, lying down on your stomach.

You start by peppering kisses to the inside of his thigh, your lips inching closer and closer before deciding to take mercy on him and licking a stripe up his cock, and letting your tongue swipe over the pool of pre-cum the beads at his tip.   

His thighs flinch with sensitivity, a stifled whimper threatening to slip past his lips.

You take his length into your mouth, the flushed pink head of his cock almost bumping against the back of your throat as you bob your head over him. 

Gathering the mess of pre-cum and saliva in your mouth you drool over his cock, using your fist to pump slick strokes over him, whilst your lips suckle on the tip.

Your fist keeps working on his cock in wet, messy strokes, your hot mouth descending lower, taking his balls into your mouth. Letting your tongue sweep across the skin, and sucking them gently.

Above you Adrian looks the picture of blissful pleasure, his head thrown back, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he tries his level best to not bury himself deep in your throat as you take him back into your mouth once more.

You suck him off for a little while longer, enjoying the heavy weight of him against your tongue before he's gently tapping you on your cheek, your eyes meeting his flushed expression.

“S-stop..” he huffs. “You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up.” 

“I thought that was the plan?” you murmur, pulling off him with spit-slick lips.

“It is, I just wanna be inside you when that happens.” he admits, as the flush on his face deepens.

“Alright then big boy, you're calling the shots.” you smile as you begin to shuffle up his body, sitting in his lap with his hard cock nestled between your wet cunt. Rolling your hips slightly so he feels the wet drag of your heat over every inch of him.

“A-ah fuck” he whines. “D-do you have any condoms?”

“Top drawer on your left.” You mumble against his neck, showering him with kisses.

He reaches into the drawer beside him, eyebrows drawing together when his hand comes into contact with something hard, and oddly shaped. Bringing out to get a better look at it, he suddenly realised what he's picked up. It's a small, pink vibrator. He pulls away to look at you, embarrassed slightly at his new-found discovery.

“Your other left, Genius.” you smirk taking it from his hands and putting it back in your drawer.

He reaches over to his other side, finally finding the box of condoms before ripping open the foil packet and sliding one on.

Reaching behind you, you take his length in your hand and position him at your entrance, sinking yourself down slowly, inch by inch until he’s fully seated in you.

You roll your hips slightly, in an experimental movement, testing the waters, but when you feel his hands settle on the curve of your ass, playfully squeezing the plump flesh, you gain confidence in your movements. Bouncing yourself over his cock happily.

“F-fuck you feel so good..pussy’s just pulling me in..” he babbles as he revels in the way you ride him.

You arch your back into your movements, breathy gasps slip from your lips every time his cock nudges deeper into you, hitting against that sweet spot that has your eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. 

“Just wanna stay buried in the pretty pussy..God, you're so tight..tell me you're close please.” he moans, his own hips thrusting up to meet you.  

“Please…” you whine, teetering on the edge of pleasure.

“You need a little extra, huh? Just need me to rub you right here, yeah?” he says all too cockily, his thumb finding your clit easily, rubbing quick little circles over it.

It didn’t take very more than a few more rolls of your hips, and Adrian pistoning up into you before you were riding out your release, clenching around him tightly, your walls hugging his length as you cum.

It also didn’t take Adrian very long to reach his high, spilling his release into the condom when he feels the way that your cunt squeezes his cock so perfectly, moaning into your mouth with a sloppily placed kiss.

You flop back against the bed with him holding you close, both of you steadily trying to catch your breaths.

“So you’ve got a vibrator, huh?” he laughs, harmlessly poking fun at you.

You lightly slap your hand against his arm with a laugh.

“If you’re not careful, I’ll end up using it on you.”

“Is that a promise?” 

Tagging a few moots but I know that this is a completely different character than I usually write for so absolutely feel free to ignore this complete, I don't mind at all!

@mrsjellymunson @penguinsandpotterheads @paybacksawitch @splendiferous-bitch

[wierdblavk-girl]

Adrian Chase x black!fem!reader bf headcanons

A/n- sorry for not posting it’s kind of hard for me to finish something on time but I hope you enjoy this appetizer while I work on the other things

Worships the ground you walk on

Brag to everyone the mailman, his coworkers, the team, really anyone around him will be hearing about how amazing his girlfriend is

Since Adrian is really bad at lying you’ll probably find out about his secret identity as vigilante

Obviously it didn’t scare you away so he’s happy you’re never leaving

Y’all are locked in after that point

He’s a good boyfriend he might be a little clueless but he tries!

Like getting you flowers

And buying your favorite snacks

He does get his relationship advice from Chris so when you guy first meet it’s kinda weird

He will fight anyone who is racist towards you even if the person is 2x his size

100% husband material even tho if you do get it won’t change anything about your relationship other than your status

Living with him is never probably because he can talk for hours and still have more to talk about so you better be a listener

Can’t cook for shit sorry the only thing he knows how to make is canned tuna and hot pockets so

He learns how to do black hair just in case

A night owl to an extent he can patrol at night and stay til the morning or he can be in bed 9:00 o clock on the dot in bed sleeping

He doesn’t drink coffee at at he’s just naturally energetic

In conclusion 10/10 boyfriend

Taglist: @mystic-mara

[vigiluv]

Help, i have a chronic obsession with nerdy and weird mfs

[zo2mess]

Bliss In Vegas

Summary: The team landed a mission in Las Vegas, because what could possibly go wrong in the world’s most innocent city, right? Fast forward through a whirlwind of chaos, and somehow no one got hurt… but you woke up in bed with Adrian, nearly naked, and two ring pops on your fingers.

Warnings: 18+ Brief smut, hand stuff, spit stuff, alcohol consumption, crude language, I guess that’s it? (Morning breath! I’m so fucking sorry, it was all I could think about when I was writing this. Just ignore it exists for a while O_o)

Word count: 4.4k

Masterlist of my works

Note: Adrian in tighty whities with beer all over him made me incredibly feral and ready to finish this little thing I started few months ago. Eh, it is something I guess? I just wanted to get over it.

And listen, I have never written about 11th Street Kids before, except for Adrian; apologies if any of them feel weird.

You know the saying? What happens in Vegas…

“Don’t stay in Vegas,” Harcourt sternly noted at the end of her little briefing of the next so-called mission. The fact that they still needed to take care of some stray swarms of butterflies even after terminating the cow was inconvenient, said mildly. “We do our job and go back, no random stops in any of the facilities.”

Those butterfly survivors would eventually die of starvation, but ARGUS was suspicious of large groupings of them in certain areas. They could be spending their last days together as a species, or maybe, just maybe, they’re trying to find a way to stay alive and find a new source of food, which was a dangerous idea.

One of those groups was flying free between casinos and strip clubs in Vegas, Nevada. Really troublesome area to be sending this team. It was practically screaming disaster.

“Why are they sending us? I thought we were done!” Leota protested, exchanging a questioning look with John who was in the same shock as her. Vegas was way out of hand and the last thing she wanted was to spend time away from her wife and furbabies.

“The official reason is that we are now experts on butterflies when it comes to terminating them-“

“The real reason is that we are seriously underpaid and we’re a cheap workforce” Economos interrupted Harcourt in a matter of seconds, saying the real reason for the little trip awaiting you.

Chris with Adrian, on the other hand, were doing their best not to let anyone know how excited they were. You could feel Adrian vibrating out of his skin next to you. No doubt he was already thinking how he and Peacemaker will stop crime, get wasted, and cruise some bitches. The real question was how they would break free from Harcourt's gaze and go astray. “Wait, you guys are getting paid?”

One way or another, this outing in Vegas was bound to be legendary.

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The whole mission felt like a dream, after shooting up butterflies it was already too late to be driving back home, so Harcourt allowed crashing at a hotel until morning. You would think everyone felt like you, exhausted after the long trip and crashing little alien bugs, but no.

Chris and Adrian were pretty much excited to be hitting the town, and a person would think Adrian would at least clean his boots that still had alien goo all over them after he cheerily stomped on butterflies all day.

It wasn’t just the casinos, bars, and strip clubs waiting to strip lost souls of all their money. On the lit-up alleys, lined up were hustlers with classic shell games, women imitating peacocks adorned with faux gold and feathers, shady watch sellers, and more or less inconspicuous pickpockets. And just like tigers in a zoo, it was best to simply watch them pacing impatiently in circles—but anyone who sticks their hand into the enclosure quickly loses it.

All these predators, performing various tricks to catch their prey, prove once and for all that human creativity and the desire for money know no bounds.

In the end, you could not just lie in your hotel bed when Las Vegas was right on the other side of your window, teasing and luring with colorful blinding lights and loud music playing from every corner, the better side of Vegas. Plus the second Adrian put on his puppy eyes and whiny begging tone you were a goner.

How could you say no?

And that was the beginning of the most memorable night you did not remember.

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When you stirred awake you felt too hot and cold at the same time, head pounding and the ringing in your ears didn’t make it easier to open your eyes. The strongest hangover you ever had was making itself known, though hangovers usually don’t make you feel you are being pushed into the mattress and making your hand sweaty?

No, no, that wasn’t sweat, was it?

The morning sun shining into the hotel room immediately blinded you when you tried to open your eyes, but you managed to at least get a look at what was causing at least half of your discomfort.

Adrian.

Nearly naked Adrian lying on top of you.

Adrian that was drooling all over your fingers as he sucked on the ring pop on your finger from his sleep.

What?

His frame completely enveloped your body, transferring his body heat to you and making you feel breathless. Adrian lounged in just his boxers and once you looked around your room you found piles of clothes all over the small cheap hotel room.

His jeans on the ground, glasses on the bedside table, His holey socks hanging from the edge of the bed with… your top and jeans? Then whose shirt were you wearing?

Adrian’s room was right next to you, why was he sleeping in your bed?

Too many questions, too little answers.

You tried to gently ease Adrian from your body and roll him to the side, but goddamn, was he heavy. You could try again and again and he just wouldn’t budge.

He groaned from his sleep because of your constant nagging but he didn’t move an inch, at least he stopped sucking on the lollipop, “Stop wiggling, I’m gonna get a boner”. Gods, how could his voice sound so raspy and whiny at the same time?

“Adrian! What are you doing here?” you slapped his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up, which finally worked, he lifted his head while he just barely opened his eyes, blinking away the blurriness of his vision. Those half-lidded green eyes and tousled hair did something for you, it was hard to admit it though.

“I would be sleeping if you weren’t slapping me and making my cock hard” He mumbled nonchalantly and settled back on your chest, nuzzling to your boobs like it was the most normal thing to do. “Your tits are amazing pillow, you know that?”

Another slap. Another yelp from Adrian.

Under different circumstances, you would have enjoyed cuddling with Adrian, it’s not like you were completely resistant to his charm, or whatever that illuminates him, which makes him so enamoring.

But not right now, not when you had no idea how you got to bed, how he got in your bed, why you were almost naked, when your head was pounding, and also…

Why did you both have ring pops on your fingers?

You didn’t notice it at first, but once you did, it made gears in your head turn really hard to put one and one together. You took his hand in yours, studying his blue raspberry ring pop and comparing it to your strawberry one, but other than the fact yours was way smaller and wet from Adrian’s constant sucking, nothing stood out.

And Adrian didn’t even notice something was on his finger until you lifted his hand. Unbothered king. He was getting on the rest of your nerves that remained after the wild night.

“Oh my god! Twinsies!” How was he so cheery in the morning? He must have drunk a similar amount of alcohol as you did, but it seems his body doesn’t believe in hangovers.

When you started pushing him from your body again, he finally rolled off onto his back with a loud huff. What a way to wake up, hangover in a Vegas hotel. The only thing missing was an Elvis impersonator singing under the balcony. ‘Thank you, thank you’ he would mumble with that deep voice as you would throw a few cents at him.

Adrian laid still extremely close to you, shoulders touching and all, and stared at the ceiling with a dumb smile on his face while you were panicking next to him. How did this happen?

“Do you remember anything?”

“Nope.”

“Aren’t you concerned?”

“Nope.”

“Do you think we fucked?”

“Nah, you would have felt it.”

“You mean with that thimble of yours?”

He just snorted, tilting his head to the side to laugh right in your face. You didn't even have the energy to question what was so amusing about his thimble dick. But for that moment of Adrian laughing at you for no apparent reason, it felt like a normal day. Like you were back at HQ, relaxing on one of the worn-out couches with Adrian in his armor beside you, chatting about something ridiculous while polishing his knives and rolling his head to look at you, trying not to smile.

However, it all vanished away when Adrian lifted and knelt on the bed and a bunch of casino chips started falling from his boxers. Chip after chip pooling around his thick thighs. And it looked like he was surprised in the same way you were.

The right question would probably be why he stored his wins in underwear, second, why he went to sleep with them, and the third one…

“How did you win so much?”

“My brother taught me how to count cards, it’s really easy once you get the hang of it. But that doesn’t matter right now, what matters is that I need to exchange these crotch doubloons for real money,” He collected his chips and started admiring them in the morning light shining directly at him. “I am gonna be so rich, dude.”

Those little coins with fluorescent details flooded the room with colorful reflections. Spots of blue, green, red and pink decorated the furniture as well as your skin. If your skin wasn’t already buzzing from Adrian’s touch, you would be able to imagine the light tickling you.

“Come on, we’re going to get even more drunk to celebrate me being a fucking millionaire,” Adrian’s face lit up, what a fucking sunshine, you wanted to punch him in the face when he grabbed the blanket shielding your lower body from his greedy eyes. The cold air in the room was relentless, enveloping your body and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You could not get a break with the dumbass.

“Goddamn, do you wear this pathetic excuse for panties under your suit?” Adrian let out a wolf whistle and stared right between your legs without any shame. “You should have told me that sooner!”

Your panties? What was wrong with them?

One blurry look down and you know exactly what was wrong. “Those are not my panties.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t have white lace panties.”

“Wait, wait,” Adrian leaned extremely close to your crotch, examining the red embroidery that decorated the hem of mystery underwear. “Here it says… Congratulations to the happy couple from Bliss wedding chapel.”

“Say what?” Your eyes nearly bulged out of their eye sockets. The embroidery was a sign of something horribly dooming. White panties from the wedding chapel really weren’t a good thing for someone who did not intend to get married. And oh, the horror of wearing something gifted from a drive-through wedding chapel.

“What,” Adrian replied to your shocked words with a confused look. It seemed like he did not realize what it meant. Either that or he didn’t care at all about being married to his colleague.

“Ade, are you even registering what that means?” It was like your heart dropped down to your stomach. Did it mean what you thought it did? Were you fucking married? In Vegas? And without remembering anything?

“Oh my god, are you my wife?” He lifted from between your legs, which was fucking painful thing to do when the thing he wanted the most was to be buried between them. His face weirdly lit up, unclear if with shock or happiness, “Am I your husband?”

“No, that must be some misunderstanding, right?” You jolted up, scrambling out of bed with a bunch of uncoordinated jerks of limbs. It was a miracle you hadn’t fallen right on your face. Damn those sweet juicy drinks that weaken your brain!

“We need to talk with others, they must know something, right?” You were more or less talking to yourself, babbling how it is impossible you got married with freaking Adrian Chase without remembering anything.

Adrian was still too absorbed in those chips on the bed and the ring pop on your fingers. One of his focuses meant he won money, the other that he was married, and the third, pretty, pretty thing in front of him was his wife. He completely ignored your panic, it was whatever.

He never was the kind to believe in fate, but goddamn, he must have done something really good to get all of this in one night.

“Ade, are you listening to me?” You almost touched those chips, fingers mere inches away, before you realized that Adrian had these shiny knick-knacks stashed away in his boxers the whole night. Your hand hovered above them, eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Adrian watched you with a dumb smile, “Are you afraid of my crotch doubloons?”

“I don’t want to touch something that was near your dick” As simple as that, did he think it was normal?

“So you’re afraid of my dick” His smile widened with every word, he had that stupid expression on his face you still couldn’t look through. You had wondered several times what was going through his mind at those moments when his face twisted maliciously.

“I’m not afraid of your dick, Adrian.”

“Then touch it.”

“Why would I be touching your dick?”

“To prove you’re not a coward.” That stupid face was literally asking to be punched, but would that help your case? He looked abnormally good when he was hurt. “Plus, if we are married, we should consummate the marriage, right?”

“We’re not in the Middle Ages, Ade, we’re not married and I’m too hungover anyways”

Adrian noted in his mind that you didn’t say no because you didn’t like him outright, you said you had a hangover. This could mean two things; That you didn’t like him and hid it behind a lame excuse of drinking too much yesterday, or that you were actually hangover but did like him.

That must be the case. At least he hoped.

All this time, he was hoping you might get the hint that he liked you. He tried to be discreet, sending small signs like he saw in movies and read on Wikihow.

Make eye contact, look down, hold, slowly look back, look away, soft smile, scratch your neck, lick your lips, make eye contact again, wink…

And all this time you thought he was cursing you across the room when he tried this in team debriefings.

Being discreet was so unlike him, but he hoped it might seem normal, not like his usual attempts at flirting. And that was the problem. Adrian Chase, a guy desperate to share his every thought, sending subtle signs? Who could have caught that? Not you, that’s for certain.

“I mean… What is a hangover anyway? It’s when alcohol levels in your body drop to zero after heavy drinking. And one way to remedy that is drinking more,” He knew way too much for his own good, though after multiple horrible hangovers, he needed to know what was happening to him.

“Maybe if you finally got laid you wouldn’t be so cranky all the time, it's like a hangover” He finished his speech with a look that screamed anything but innocent.

Your blood suddenly grew hot, how dare he say you don’t have any game? Your hand shot up between his legs, touching him just like he dared you.

You fell right into a trap.

Say what you want about Adrian, he was stupid but not dumb. He hunts down criminals, he must know a thing or two how to trap his victim, how to get what he wants. Right now, he got you right he wanted. On a hotel bed, dressed just in his shirt and wedding panties and your hand on his dick.

Lucky bastard.

And you… You were a lucky bastard in a way too.

You could fondle his cock any way you wanted. This image haunted your dreams more than once. And what fool would you be if you didn’t take that chance.

Though the surprised look on your face was not something you imagined, when you got a good feel of Adrian ‘Thimble’ Chase. He was already semi-hard, and it made you wonder what caused it. Was it when you were nudging him in his sleep? Or when his nose caught a whiff of you while reading your underwear testament?

Maybe you would have to spread the word that your now husband was Mr. Definitely not Thimble.

You began running your hand up and down over him, slowly but surely making him even harder than he was. Adrian managed to keep his wide and confident smile just for few seconds. One gentle squeeze on his base, one swipe of your thumb over his covered tip, and he was a goner. His sparkling eyes fluttered closed, and this time, when he licked his lips, it didn’t look like he was licking away sauce from pasta at Fennel Fields.

While his hips gently rutted further into your touch, his hands shot to your hips. Strangely, he was slick with his touches, before you even knew it, his fingers were running under the sides of your white lace panties, just oh so desperate to feel your soft skin without anything else in the way.

“Is my tongue still red?” Adrian asked before sticking his tongue out, baring the surface of his tongue colored in deep red. What a weird question to be asking when you’re getting your dick fondled, though at this point you shouldn’t be surprised.

“Still very much red, why are you asking now?”

Adrian just grinned and eyed you up like a predator. Something was stirring in his mind.

Before you could ask him for the meaning of his question again, he lifted his hand with the big ring pop on his finger and pushed it into your mouth.

The second flavor of blue raspberry burst on your tongue you couldn’t blame him for sucking on your ring pop all night and drooling on your fingers.

While you enjoyed the artificial taste coating your taste buds, Adrian stared at you with a slack jaw and soft whimpers falling from his mouth. “Fuck, I wish you were sucking me like that”

Suddenly, he pulled away his hand, making you whine at the loss of your lolly. It didn’t take long before you had something else to focus on with your mouth though.

He practically lunged at you with his lips, pressing them against yours and setting a pace too fast for your sluggish mind. Adrian’s tongue demanded entrance in your mouth and before you could even register what he wanted, he was pulling at your chin, opening up your mouth for his wandering tongue.

You desperately wanted to match his frenzied pace, it was all too much and yet so good.

Adrian didn’t lick around your mouth like you would have expected, no, quite the opposite. He flattened his tongue over yours, making sure surfaces painted in red and blue brushed against each other.

Oh, so that’s what he was doing…

He wanted to combine them. Red and blue create purple. It would be a beautiful symbol for your new, and very very strange, marriage. Purple can, among other things, symbolize mystery, exactly that clouded over last night. It was still a mystery how you two ended up together. Did it matter anyway?

In the end, he was licking into your mouth like a dog. Panting like one, too.

When he pulled away from the kiss, a string of spit connected your swollen lips. Stretching, stretching, and stretching until it broke and landed on both of your chins. As you were reaching to wipe it off Adrian latched his lips onto your chin with unseen eagerness. The main idea was to help you with the excessive saliva, though he only made it worse.

He trailed open-mouthed kisses from your chin, across jaw, over cheeks, and ended by your ear, “Should I prove I’m not afraid of your pussy?” He whispered before licking the shell of your ear. One of his hands trailed the ring pop over your arm, leaving a sticky trail, while the other began prying between your legs.

“Wow, look at that,” He dared to chuckle after he slipped his fingers under the crotch of your panties, feeling your heat for the first time. You believed Adrian would comment on how wet you were for him, for Vigilante. But no, of course not.

“Your pussy doesn’t have teeth like I thought it would!”

And at that moment you promised yourself you will kill him right after he makes you cum. Not sooner nor later. As a simple warning, you tightened your grip you had on him over the boxers that were, much to your surprise, already stained with precum.

Let’s see how happy Adrian will be when he realizes his wife is a praying mantis in disguise.

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You didn’t bite Adrian’s head off after all, he looked too cute after you made him finish in his underwear. That boyish grin, puffy lips wet with your cum after he licked his fingers off with proud bravado, lively eyes that shined almost the same way as his casino chips…

No, you might just keep him a bit longer.

At least he stopped with his nagging while you took a shower together and dressed in clean clothes. All this time, Adrian watched you like a lost puppy, begging for affection. Each time you gave him a chaste kiss, he stopped whining for a mere second.

While Adrian was hungry for more kisses, and undoubtedly something more, you were actually hungry for some food and coffee or green tea to get you going for the day. So you made your way to the hotel’s small dining room.

Adrian threw all his casino chips on the table between breakfast plates and mugs, they clinked against the ceramics almost too loudly for your poor pounding head.

Everyone’s eyes fell on shiny colorful chips, Leota put down her butter bread so she could reach for them, thankfully you grabbed her wrist right before she could get her fingers on the chip lying next to her plate “Don’t touch that.”

She shot you a questioning look but trusted your judgment. No need to tell her where these chips were, especially if they were in the middle of the table and too close to food.

“Did I get married to Adrian yesterday?” You asked without any humor in your voice, eyes flickering between every single one of those guilty faces of your colleagues. Adrian, though, did not care at all about this little investigation. He was too blissful with married life to even question it.

“It was one of the weirdest ceremonies I have ever seen,” Leota cracked first, “You didn’t even want me as your bridesmaid! You chose John!”

Your eyes landed on Economos, sipping his coffee to hide from you, “I did my duty well” was all he added.

Then you took a good look at others, Harcourt kept staring forward, digging her fork in some scrambled eggs. Chris, on the other hand, was already showing Adrian photos on his phone and Adrian was smiling widely, pointing out small details from your wedding and muttering how beautiful you looked, wearing cheap-looking veil you rented and holding a bottle of vodka instead of a wedding bouquet.

You joined him, and all that anger and confusion blurred for a brief moment. You looked happy in those photos. Laughing, chatting, eyes sparkling like they haven’t for a while. Every single photo was suddenly so precious.

Those were your lost memories.

And the way you were holding onto Adrian, so tightly and lovingly… All those small details didn’t escape either of you. Adrian nudged you with his elbow “We look good together”.

And you did. You really did.

Flushed, drunk, happy.

With the promise of the team explaining on the way home, you dropped your investigation of last night and settled to finally have some breakfast. Both you and Adrian get the leftovers in the form of yogurt. “Snoozers losers,” Chris added.

It was like you and Adrian had already synchronized, peeling the lid off, and licking some leftover yogurt at the same time. And in the meantime, everyone around the table could get a pretty good look at your purple tongues.

“See?! See that?” Chris called out way too loudly while pointing at you, “Did you stick your dick in her?”

You nearly choked on your own saliva at that question. Who even asks that? Especially during hotel breakfast? Some people from other tables turned around when they heard it, eager to know what the hell was going on.

But Adrian smiled, lifted his hand and wiggled his digits “Just my fingers.”

A symphony of disgusted noises came from your team, suddenly your yoghurt didn’t look as appealing as it should. But hey, maybe there will be a time when you won’t be able to eat yoghurt without thinking of Adrian and his-

“I made sure the guy marrying you didn’t have a license for it to be legitimate,” Harcourt finally spoke up, much to the dismay of the rest of the team.

“Which was a fucking mistake! You know how hilarious it would be if these two goons were married for real?” Chris chimed in with a booming laugh just from the idea of the night of the outing ending in one happy couple, drunk out of their minds.

Weight dropped from your shoulders upon hearing you weren’t married for real to Vigilante over there. It was like the air finally cleared, and you could take a deep breath of that crisp morning air. You caught Adrian doing the same, sighing in relief.

But if you were for real, it also stung a little. Somehow, while you made your way to breakfast earlier, you already started planning what to do next. Who will move to whom, when you should go and change your name on your ID to Chase, if you should get rid of your coffee machine so Adrian wouldn’t have too much disposal of caffeine…

While you were lost in your head, thinking whenever you were actually happy or sad the dumbass next to you wasn't your partner for real, Adrian simply leaned closer to you and whispered with that dopey smile, “It’s fine. Next time I’ll be marrying you, I want to remember it.”

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Day 5- mask kink with adrian chase ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

kinktober masterlist

Adrian’s hands roamed your body, his mouth clashing with yours. You let out a moan when he bit your lip, causing him to let out a chuckle against your mouth.

He began to take off the rest of his suit, peeling it off, while you took off your own clothes.

You had been harboring this secret ever since you found out he was vigilante, and you hated to admit it, but seeing him in the mask, taking out bad guys was the hottest thing you think you’ve ever seen in your life. You glanced over at the mask on the nightstand before turning your attention back to him.

He let out an audible groan at the sight of your naked body, and it never failed to have him hard in seconds.

“Goddamn. Swear, one day babe, you’re gonna kill me.”

You giggled at him, moving to kiss his lips again. His hands went to your cheeks, and he hovered on top of you, you leaning against the pillow.

He began to take off his boxers when you said his name, causing him to look at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Yeah?”

“I uhm… I had this idea.”

“Okay. Like what kind of idea?”

“A sexy one.”

He looked even more intrigued now, waiting for this idea.

“You should… keep it on.”

“Huh?” He asked, swallowing the lump in his throat, if you were thinking what he was thinking you meant, he’d jump up and down. “Keep what on?”

“The mask.”

His lips quirked up at that, eyes widening behind his glasses. “Holy shit. I think that made me even harder than I was.”

You laughed at him again, watching him scramble off the bed and go towards the dresser, putting it over his head and looking at you.

“So?”

“You look hot.”

He smiled underneath his mask, making his way back onto the bed. You were glad that you could at least see his eyes behind his visor, giving you some sort of vision.

“Babe, I have to say, this is the hottest idea you’ve ever had.” He told you, taking off his boxers, you smiling up at him while his cock was lined up at your entrance.

“I’m-“ you paused to gasp, gripping his shoulders while he slowly pushed into your warm walls. “Glad you liked it”. You breathed out.

“Of course I do. We might actually have to do this more.” He murmured, letting out a low groan when he finally bottomed out, feeling your nails leave crescent shaped marks in his back, his helmet hitting your neck.

“I was scared you wouldn’t like it.” You admitted to him, him moving away so that he could look down at you again.

He snickered at that. “Babe, have you even met me? I’m up for anything at this point. Especially this.”

“Good. Because you look so goddamn good in your mask.” You pressed a kiss to where his nose would be, making him let out a breathy laugh.

[fastboatsmojito]

Angry sex in the middle of a fight and ❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜ with Adrian Chase/vigilante

mhm mhm mhm 🙂‍↕️

angry sex in the middle of a fight from this smutty prompt list for my 100 followers party

| a/n; i am physically incapable of writing him mean but

| cw; 18+ smut btc, reader is a little mean, gn reader <3

| wc; a couple !

“You’re a fucking psycho-“ It would’ve been more believable if you weren’t being fucked against a tree by said psycho, fucking like animals because that’s exactly what he seemed to bring out in you.

You meant it though, he seemed to screw up everything as soon as he got there, he was reckless which was infuriatingly confusing considering his strict set of rules. He had zero sense of personal space, always crowding you and the stupid fucking suit didn’t help, but you couldn’t deny the stress relief he was currently bringing you -

“You love it.” And of course he knew it too.

There was no chance you’d admit it but it didn’t matter. You weren’t kissing him, holding out because you knew he wanted it as much as you did — never mind his mask still covering his face.

You knew what he’d taste like anyway, you could smell it. Salty drops of sweat dripping from his forehead, down his nose, just past his parted lips under the mask. The perverted desire to take his mask off and lick his lips for him crossed your mind for just a second, your nails leaving marks through the fabric on his shoulder when you realized he’d let you.

“Come on, let me hear you.” He was close to whimpering in your ear. You didn’t realize you were biting your lip until he spoke up, the tree bark scratching against the skin on your back under your half-hiked up shirt distracting both of you for different reasons.

“Fuck you.” That’s all you’d give him, choking back moans because you were not getting caught by the other team members fucking Adrian Chase on a mission.

“Fuck, just like that. You know how hot it is when you talk back?” Christ. Naturally he couldn’t make hating him easy either.

[hanasnx]

Idk if this fits since ive never seen peacemaker but i kinda want adrian to chase me through the woods lowkey

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event!

"C'mon! Don't make me run." The sound of VIGILANTE's gun cocking echoes through the woods as branches snap under your feet. A loud huff sounds, and your heart rate picks up. Hastily, you wedge yourself between two trees, and in the darkness you pray he doesn't notice you. Your panting rises above the crunch of his footsteps, and you cover your mouth with your hand.

He's getting closer. With every snapping stick, your chest jumps, but you stifle your gasps to even out your breathing. It's exhausting. You feel as though you're about to burst—until suddenly, it's quiet. You're afraid to duck out for a glance, and will yourself to remain.

"Really?" the sarcastic questioning of the perpetrator throws you for a loop, screeching in surprise as you're knocked back. Vigilante is casual when he advances, while you land on your back, scrambling through the dirt and leaves. "It's like you're not even trying—" Two thumbs point to his chest and wiggle, "—but I am already rock hard." To say you're confused by his tone is an understatement, twisting your brows as you scan his figure, unable to pick yourself up off the ground as his foot lands on your ankle, pinning you there. He's talking like all of this is some big joke. "Now hold on, just wait a second, I wanna talk to you." He waves off your fear as he converses with you like he's not a madman after you with a gun.

"See the part I can't wrap my head around..." he begins, husky and labored, rearing his head to suck in more oxygen while your pussy wrapped around him clouds his mind. "Is if you're running from a crazy guy in the woods, why would you wear the tiniest little white nightie? Thought the object of it was not to get caught." Dried leaves crinkle under your hair as you whimper through the duct-tape on your mouth. Your taped fists bang against his costumed chest, and he finally looks down at you through the red visor. "Please, please," he reasons like you're the wild one here, and curtly folds your arms above your head and out of his way. "I'm trying to think but you're making it incredibly difficult." He chuckles in relief, and a euphoric sigh exhales from him as he sheathes again. "You're so wet." he tells you in awe, his cock twitching at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him.

[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. 

[nobitchs-world]

When y/n gets too annoying to the point you want to stop reading

[gothgleek]

Utah Law- Adrian Chase x fem!Reader

It some states such as Utah it is illegal to have premarital sex. You scoff at the idea but your boyfriend is very strict when it comes to following the law so he refuses to budge even when you try tempting him.

Notes: NSFW, MDNI, this was written before I found out that formication laws were outlawed in Utah in 2019.

This was also based on my Adrian Chase NSFW Alphabet post and a few conversations with @hieronymph to whom this was written for🖤

Includes: Semi-public sex, dry humping, switch! Adrian, pussy eating, spanking, loud sex, face sitting. Mentions of absurd state laws, murder, and violence.

Comments, reblogs, and likes are appreciated!

“What crawled up your ass and died?” Adebayo asked with a raised brow when you threw your luggage into the van with just a little too much force and a scowl. Chris laughed.

“She’s mad because she didn’t get any last night.” He said with glee.

“Seriously?” Harcourt said, raising a brow from behind the driver’s seat.

“I thought it was tradition for the two of you to ‘break in’ every motel room you sleep in.” Adebayo questioned while making… some sort of gesture with her hands.

“It is tradition, thank you for remembering that Adebayo.” You turned to face Adrian. “Do you want to tell them why we didn’t honor tradition last night?”

Adrian sighed and pouted. “Pre-martial sex is against the law in Utah.”

“You’re kidding.” Economos deadpanned.

You were well aware of Adrian’s rather… strict way of looking at the law. He will kill anyone he finds breaking the law, hypocrisy aside. This ranges from murderers to vandals. As your little group went across the country to find butterflies, you came to find out his knowledge of the law not only included federal laws but also state laws. Including the obscure ones.

For example, while the two of you chased a possible witness in Portland, Adrian had come to a complete stop before you could enter the cemetery. He left you to chase the witness alone so he could run around the property. You chewed him out afterwards and his only defense was that in Oregon it’s a misdemeanor to bring weapons or go hunting in a cemetery. He gestured to the multiple guns and knives on his body.

“All I’m saying is, it’s better to keep a low radar and avoid breaking the law.” Adrian said with his hands up in defense when the group confronted him later. “And we can’t pick and choose which laws to follow. Otherwise we’d be no better than the bad guys.”

“Low radar?” You scoffed. “You’re dressed in a teal super suit! People are gonna know something is up! And I’m not sure if you remember this, but murder is also illegal!”

“Thank you for remembering it’s teal,” Adrian beamed at you and well, you couldn’t be mad at that face any longer. The point was, you knew Adrian took the law seriously even to the team’s detriment. Even to your detriment. Like now.

“He’s not kidding.” You crossed your arms.

“Babe, I offered loopholes like eating out your-“

“Okay!” Harcourt interrupted and started the van. “I do not want to listen to this. Economos, brief us.”

Everyone’s attention turned to Economos, except for you and Adrian. You pretended tie your shoe laces and bent over, which gave Adrian a peak of your teal lace bra under your baggy, low cut top. His whimper was enough confirmation from you that he did. You tried to hide your smirk as you listened to Economos. You knew it was enough to have Adrian eating out of the palm of your hand in no time.

The following evening, after a day of ‘innocent’ flashing Adrian- as well as ‘accidentally’ sending him a picture of you in the bra- Adrian wrapped his arms behind you and pressed a kiss to your neck.

“Please forgive me,” He begged into your ear. “I know you’re wearing matching teal panties with that bra. You know that’s my weakness.”

You glanced around the van and saw that besides Economos who was driving, everyone else was asleep. You glanced over at the GPS and saw that the team was about two miles from the Wyoming border. You never thought you would be so happy to see a ‘Welcome to Wyoming’ sign.

“I’ll forgive you in two miles,” You said and faced him. “But I can think of something to do while we wait.”

You began kissing Adrian, letting your fingers tangle between his brown locks. He gripped your waist and pulled you onto his lap. This continued until the GPS announced that the team had entered Wyoming. And while you enjoyed his kisses, you did wonder why Adrian made no move to fuck you.

“Come on,” You begged in between kisses. “When are you gonna fuck me?”

“Shhhh…Hold on,” Adrian shushed you before you could get too excited. You couldn’t wait to kiss that smirk off him. “Public sex is still illegal in Wyoming.”

He was fucking with you. Truly he was. “That’s never been an issue with you before!” You protested, recalling the many, many times the two of you fucked in much more public places, including the the woods and a bar alley.

“It wasn’t until you kept flashing me that bra of yours,” He said in a deep voice. “But if you’re so desperate, climb on sweetheart.” He shook his head and patted his denim covered thigh. “Because I’m not fucking you until we get to the motel. All you get right now is my thigh.”

You glared at him as you straddled his muscular thigh but you had to admit, this was turning you on a bit. Your teal panties were absolutely soaking right now. You started to grind on his thigh and your eyes fluttered to finally have some relief. You made a good choice choosing lace panties with a seam line that rubbed just right on your clit as you humped his leg.

“Shhh… slow down baby girl,” Adrian cooed as his hands slowed to your hips. “Slower… I said slower, baby girl. I’ve been looking forward to this all day, I don’t want you to wear yourself out before we get to our room.”

“Good girl,” He smiled as you were at a pace he was finally pleased with. He grabbed onto your waist a little tighter so he could control your movements. “You look so fucking pretty riding my leg like this.”

You pulled Adrian in for another kiss, this one sloppier and more reckless than the last. His mouth tasted like the maraschino cherries he stole from your milkshake. You wanted more of it. His hand grabs your ass to press against you and push himself deeper into your mouth. Adrian let out soft moans as you deepened the kiss. His other hand moves up your torso to grab you by the jaw and breaks the kiss so his mouth can move down your neck.

“Please baby, I want you,” You begged. “

Then Economos slams on the breaks and you fall off Adrian’s lap.

“We are at the motel,” He says, covering his eyes and to be honest, you kinda forgot he was driving. “I will go in and get us rooms. You two get first pick because I cannot clean the van again.”

The two of you run to your room, not even bothering to grab your bags from the van and Adrian presses you against the door, his mouth back on yours.

“I need you,” He says, pulling off your shirt and does not hesitate to kiss the skin around your teal bra.

“I love this bra so much.” He says between kisses. “You look so hot in teal… you look hot in all colors… but teal… teal takes the cake”

“And speaking of cake…I need to see those panties,” He said shamelessly. He moves his way downwards and had he not been holding you upright, you would’ve fell from the force he ripped your pants off. He kissed you through the lace of your panties and growled.

“You’re so fucking wet,” He panted as he hastily pulled it down. “I’m so sorry for leaving you like this for so long. Wait, actually I need more.”

Adrian shot up and pulled you to the bed, you kicked the pants off hastily as you tried not to trip, and he threw you down. He jumped on the bed, landing on his back.

“Ride my face,” He said quickly, pulling you on top of him. You threw your bra to the side, letting your breasts free. “I don’t want anything but you. Sit on my face now.”

You obeyed and Adrian wasted no time lapping up your pussy. His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer so your tongue could go deeper. You could feel the vibrations of his voice against your clit but you couldn’t make out what he said. Not that you cared when his tongue was doing that thing to your clit.

“Fuck! Adrian!” You screamed and you fell forward, your hands landing on his abs so you could grind your hips even harder against his mouth. Adrian began to suck on your clit more aggressively, rolling and curling his tongue all the while. You called out his name again as your hands fisted the sheets. Adrian smacked your ass, causing your body to jolt a bit further into his mouth, which he used as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Too much… fuck please, I’m getting… I’m getting closer! Fuck me! I’m getting closer! Oh fuck… Adrian… please…” Your stomach was tightening with every thrust of his tongue and every slap on your ass.

Adrian slid his tongue out of you and licked your clit, using his saliva to get it nice and wet so his fingers could take over. “Cum for me babygirl, cum on my tongue.” He said and that was enough to push you over the edge. You screamed his name as he sent you to completion.

You fell over to his side as you shook and Adrian sat up with a self-satisfied smile on his wet and puffy lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous babe.”

Adrian kicked off his pants and pulled you to the edge of the bed by your legs. He started rubbing his cock against you, smearing his precum on your skin, as he waited for you to stop shaking. “Such a good girl baby, you didn’t even need my cock to cum.”

“No please,” You begged, your brain still a little fuzzy for him. “I need that too.”

“You’re pretty when you’re begging for my cock babe.” Adrian chuckled and leaned forward to kiss you, his hand on your jaw as he slowly slid into your sex. You mouth opened in a gasp and he slid his tongue in.

Adrian gives you shallow thrusts as he kissed you but once you signal you’ve adjusted to him, he gives you one last kiss and pulls away to start pounding away at you. Your back arched as you took more of him.

“Does it feel good baby?” Adrian asked and you nodded as he slid his fingers between your lips. “Good girl, get them nice and wet for me.”

He slid them out of your mouth and dragged them down your torso and to your clit. “We can never go to Utah again baby,” The fingers you covered with your saliva began playing with your clit. You arched your back and moaned loudly. “I can’t go another day without seeing you like this.”

You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. Adrian smiled and picked you up. He loved showing off how strong he was for you. He bounced you on his cock and began kissing your neck. You moaned his name again and a small part of your mind wondered if you were going to get a noise complaint the next morning. The thought was quickly forgotten when Adrian pushed you into a wall as he carried you. You pulled his hair to sloppily kiss him again and your fingers tangled in your hair as he fucked you.

Still sensitive from your last orgasm, it was taking very little time to build up to your second. Especially when this new position gave Adrian a new angle to fuck you in entirely. He could feel you tightening around him so he nodded and moaned between kisses.

You came with a scream, your body tightening as pleasure washed over every nerve. Adrian didn't last long after that either and you felt his cock twitch before filling you with his cum. You moaned as you felt it wash over you and pulled him in for another kiss.

Adrian carried you to the bed and laid you down, curling next to you.

“Are you tired already baby?’ Adrian tilted his head as he crawled over your prone body. “We need to make up for not having sex at the last motel.”

“Well if you insist baby,” You smile at him.

The following morning, Chris slams his bags a little too hard into the van.

“What’s wrong now?” Adebayo asked as she blew her extra sugary coffee.

“Those two-” He said with disgust dripping with every word and pointed at you and Adrian wrapped up around each other, energized and in love. “Were celebrating being in Wyoming all night.”

[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!"

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Your fucking header image!!

I got it from twitter, I just couldn't help myself >:)

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Adrian Chase Smut Masterlist

I put together my favorite fics I have been collecting since I got hyperfixated on this silly guy. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t get that one ask, so Anon, this is for you :)

There is a bunch of another masterlists, because those guys are creative as hell and I love their stuff and if you did not know about them earlier, definitely check them out.

Some of those fics did not have a name, since they were written from a request and stuff, so I just put in something that would differentiate it a bit. I added summaries to those posts that had them. Hopefully all of the links work, if not you can just send me a message and I will fix it.

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Masterlist by @honeycombstrawberry

Masterlist by @bippot

Masterlist by @vigilvntes

Masterlist by @training4theapocalypse

Adrian + the prompt "you can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, please?" by @chaseadrian

Intoxication by @chaseadrian

Summary: Adrian was an idiot at the best of times. Get a few drinks in him, and he’s an idiot who’s in love with you.

Still I'm Burning by @jessie-writes-things

A night of passion by @boredandh0rny-deactivated202302, but I got it from @je-sus-callsmedaddy 

Is it Casual Now? by @seancekitsch

Adrian giving afab!reader oral for their birthday by @bloombubs

Really? by @mcfreakin-bxtch

Espresso martini by @plzu

Bet by @starsofmilos

“It’s not my fault you keep turning me on” + “It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed” + “Try to stay quiet ok” by @lunaticsandidiots

BFE (Best Friend Ever which, by the way, is NOT the same thing as a BFF) by @boredandh0rny-deactivated202302, but I got it from @je-sus-callsmedaddy

Summary: After a heated battle, you and your best friend Adrian find it appropriate to participate in whats known as platonic naked cuddling. What could possibly go wrong?

Hot Venom by @jangofctts

Fuel my lungs by @plzu

Summary: Adrian gets home late after a mission. You’re still awake, and decide to take care of him

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Panty mouth by boycrazygirllover

Summary: A "team-building morale" camping trip. A regretfully attractive sadomasochist for a tent neighbor. Ankle sucking and skinny-dipping and a whole lot of lying about really good sex.

Everything you got by ShowMeAHero

Summary: You reach to take the mask and needle and thread from his hands; as you set them aside on the coffee table in front of your sofa, you ask him, “Ready to do something else for a little while?”

Never have I ever by vigilantx

Summary: A game of never have I ever leads to a confession, and to a lot more after that.

Care by stopmysinfulhand

Summary: Adrian breaks into your house, bleeding all over your kitchen. You stitch him up, clean him, and take him to bed, in every sense of the word.

Use your words by TiannaMortis

Summary: A safe word is the signal that lets your Dom know when you've hit your limit. Is Adrian Chase really so good at Doming that you forgot what it is?

Bet on it by goldengrapes

Summary: You bet that there’s no way Adrian’s oral sex skills measure up to his boasting. He takes you up on it.

Sick Leave by RobotoBot

Summary: You work far from home, and Adrian misses your touch, so he decides to do something about it.

Hotel room service by fairyysoup

Summary: An off night, a hotel room, a bottle of peach Jim Beam, and Vigilante. What could go wrong?

All I want is you by fairyysoup

Summary: The raw amber goo that the butterflies eat looks really good, doesn't it? Vigilante sure thinks so.

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Voicemails by @bby666k

Arcade date

Night patrol