#freddie stroma x male reader

[nouearth]

adrian chase x male reader. cw: explicit smut, public exhibition, restaurant blowjob (r!giving), gagging, overstimultation, milking, perverted!adrian, bigdick!adrian. a/n: just a small little drabble/headcanon because i was bored and wanted to write something for vigilante! i miss him sm. ugh. we need more stories with him.

perverted!adrian who couldn't take his hands off of you. he loved squeezing your ass whenever you were walking beside him during a grocery run. squeezing your hips when he'd hug you from behind as you were browsing through the clothing rack. stroking your thigh after he insisted on being seated next to you for dinner. rubbing your cock in the movie theater.

you always stopped him before he went any further.

maybe it was your flustered reaction that had him addicted to the idea of being caught in public. or the way you'd cross your legs to hide your erection when he palmed too close to your crotch during lunch one time.

or the way you were too upset at him to admit that you were, in fact, just as needy as he was, because you were touching yourself during the car ride home. subtly, but adrian was always observant.

he knew you liked that idea too.

perverted!adrian who managed to make you give into his touch one day. the back of the restaurant was safer than he'd like, but he couldn't complain too much when your mouth was wrapped deliciously around his thick cock, sucking him off through his zipper as you both sat in the booth.

"fuck, you're taking my cock so well, baby..." he whispered, the pleasure charitable enough that he folded his arms behind his head and allowed you to work him like a popsicle.

you did, you absolutely did despite the anxiousness that kept you alert at the sound of footsteps approaching.

you took every inch of his cock with the help of his palm. he pushed your head lower, then nestled his fingers into your hair when he wasn't satisfied enough, and pushed, and pushed, and kept you in between his legs, his cock fully stuffed down your tight throat, until the only sounds that left your mouth were desperate gargles that plead to let you go.

when your waiter neared, he hastily pulled you back up and covered himself with the linen napkin, throbbing painfully under the thin sheet. you seized the disturbance to catch your breath, cooling down your throat with cold water, and when the waiter left again, adrian's hand was back to the back of your head where he quickly guided you back to his meaty cock. your icy breath only made him shudder even more than before, sent tremors down to every bone in his body until they were expelled in low, guttural groans.

perverted!adrian whose cock was hard yet tender in your mouth and you loved rolling your tongue around his plump head. adrian would tell you to quit it because you and him both knew that was the part where he was the most sensitive. you never do, and somehow, adrian was content with that. he rolled his hips forward when you tongued into his slit, tasting the heaviness of his musk while you stroked the remaining girthy inches that weren't being violated by your mouth.

"fuck, fuck—i'm close." he whispered again, curling his toes into the soles of his shoes because you were back to throating his cock down with absolutely no shame, a sudden adrenaline rush that fueled your confidence and ignored alerting idea of being caught.

up and down, in and out, his thick cock slid out of your pretty mouth and throat like clockwork. your lips brushed over his veins, memorizing the pattern of the heavy throbs that surged through his erection. adrian stared straight ahead, eyeing the surrounding area closely for the waiter and any passersby, but his lids sank heavy once a sudden feeling began to settling in the pit of his stomach.

his nails scraped against your scalp, and you could only assume his heartbeat was accelerating past its own speed limit by the urgency of throbs his cock sank into your throat with.

"shit, shit—i'm coming—" adrian's jaw went slack when the feeling began to suddenly clamor for its release, but before he could, a familiar figure approaching relucrantly brought you back up with a yank.

perverted!adrian who pulled himself closer to the edge of his seat, hiding himself under the table as you breathlessly asked for boxes for the meal.

you can feel his body tense and burn for climax, his legs motioning side to side to rub at the leather seats against the back of his knee as adrian's cock throbbed out in the open, beneath the table.

"fuck..." he shuddered, and finally goes cross-eyed.

as soon as the waiter left upon your request, adrian's cock spilled heavy in thick, white spurts, hands-free. you could blindly hear every delicious shot hit the floor, soaking into the tiles, and you couldn't believe that you'd be jealous of a fucking floor.

you reached for him beneath the table, stroking his emptiness as he groaned and hunched his body, pressing his forehead onto the table. he twitched when you squeezed a little too hard, then hissed when you forced another drop of cum out of his limp and sensitive cock, and again with a harder squeeze, then another with a strong pull.

"baby...quit..." you could only laugh at his lethargic attempts to shoo your hand away, because you knew he loved being milked.

he braced for the onslaught of shudders with his hand around your wrist, pausing your strokes, but your thumb found an escape route to the very tip of his cock, where it began a cycle of gentle circles and sweeps around the sticky glans.

adrian hunched further, rocking forward onto the table, doing his best to swallow his low groans as you continued playing with him, toying with his cock, while the tremors destroyed the muscles in his body and mashed every fiber into jelly.

"all right, guys! here are your boxes, and—oh no, is someone sick?!"

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like! feedback is also much appreciated!

[denim-devil]

Butterflies | A.C

Pairings - Adrian Chase x Male reader

Adrian’s awkward around you and it shows, although, once you push things, Adrian’s quick to follow, to your surprise, he wants all the more…

A/N - Adrian is- omg, okay so like Peacemaker is so fucking funny and Adrian is just…well, he’s the best character, he makes me simp and feral ALL IN ONE-

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“Well I-I wouldn’t say boyfriend-“

His hands settle on his hips, the top button of his shirt popped open, securing the muscular frame underneath. You couldn’t help feel the sting in your chest.

Adrian could see it in your face, immediately regretting his words, your brows furrow, trying to find any excuse in the book as to why you asked, but it was obvious, or it was atleast to Adrian.

“R-Really?”

Your voice was low, almost sorrowful, like you regretted even started the conversation. Adrian couldn’t help it, he couldn’t toy with you like this especially when he wasn’t even telling the truth.

“I’m just kidding-“ he chuckles breaking the silence. You stand, only realising his smile once your met with his glare one again, his hazel eyes gleaming underneath the dim light just above the alleyway.

“You are?” You struggle to grip his intensions but surely, deep down you knew he wouldn’t hurt you in any way…

“Yeah! I just tell people in fear of judgement- which I know you wouldn’t judge me- well I don’t know if you would but th-“ you cut him off with a kiss, pushing yourself forwards, close enough to close your lips over his own.

Adrian slowly returned the kiss, his hands shooting to your hips, pulling you closer into him, almost to close, you could feel it, feel everything…

Heat travelled up your neck once your broke the kiss, Adrian’s lips a shade of deep red from the slight roughness, but you couldn’t help your need.

“S-So does this mean that…I have a boyfriend now?”

You giggle before nodding nervously, watching the slightly older male jump about, wiggling his hips as he begins humming an upbeat tune…you already were second guessing things.

“Please stop, otherwise…you’ll be single, still”

“Okay- I’m sorry but I can’t contain my excitement, because if I do, I end up not sleeping for three days because my body has enough adrenaline to- oh you don’t care…o-okay”

He coughed before standing still, his hazel orbs glinting. You couldn’t help but admire his beauty, the black rim of his glasses capturing his features beautifully.

You slap him in the arm before pecking his cheek.

“You know…I’ve always wanted to try something a bit…risqué”

Your words echoed through his mind immediately sending him into overdrive. His mouth hung agape, like a kid in a candy shop, his eyes full with nothing but admiration, you wanted to do things…with him?

He blushed, which was more then an indication, you chuckled before your lips attacked the spot just below his ear. Your eyes settling on the back entrance of the restaurant.

“Keep an eye out…wouldn’t want anyone seeing what’s mine”

Adrian could of sworn he saw stars, heaven even, he felt so damn close already and you hadn’t even started, he definitely blamed it on the adrenaline.

“O-Okay, well, even if anyone catches you- us, it’s not as if they could stop it in anyway, we have the legal right to uh-“

“Your so hot when you ramble” you breathlessly whisper against his ear before trailing kisses down his neck, your lips meeting with the red cotton of his shirt.

It takes a second for Adrian to realise but soon enough your dropping to your knees, hands grazing down his front, slipping down the cotton of his shirt before lifting up his apron.

Adrian’s mouth hung agape, as if he was nervous? You would’ve guessed the guy had every girl…and boy falling at his feet yet he was just as mysterious as the next vigilante…

“Oh…already?”

Your hands wander lower, gently squeezing at the growing mound in his work pants.

“W-Well I- you just caught me at the right time…you know, with the adrenaline” he awkwardly fiddles with the lower buttons of his shirt, slowly watching you fumble with his zipper.

“Oh…I certainly did” you easily slip a hand past the unzipped gap, digging into his boxers. Immediately heat rises up from your neck all the way to your cheeks once you settle upon the hard muscle.

You watch in anticipation, finally pulling him from his confines and it really did not disappoint. Adrian stood, practically drooling at the sight of you on your knees, his eyes replaced by lovehearts, his mouth open.

“So…this is the adrenaline huh? Or is this because…” you trail off, wrapping your hands around the above average length, giving him a few tugs, watching the angry head weep with need.

“I- oh my god-“ his words were a mere groan, his head lolling backwards into the brick wall he was resting against.

You kitten licked the head of his cock, tasting the salty precum that rested there, before taking him in your mouth.

“Fuck yeah-“

You hollow your cheeks, pushing yourself further down his length. A hand slips through your hair, directing you on his cock, causing you to moan.

He thrusts upwards causing your throat to contract around him, gagging at the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat. But to be honest, you couldn’t help but hum at the fullness you were experiencing.

You immediately began bopping your head, the hand that settled in your hair encouraging you to keep going, ignoring how sensitive your throat was.

Tears slip from your eyes due to his thrusts and Adrian couldn’t help but smirk at the sight, he finally had you right where he wanted you.

“Omg- shit, so fucking pretty, look at you-“

Adrian already felt himself getting close, until his orgasm washed over his body. He threw his head back, crying out profanities.

His chest heaving watching your eyes squint shit, cheeks a flushed red as you reach the base, accepting all the loads he offered.

You swallow without thinking, watching as Adrain chuckled, you just fucking swallowed his cum, of course he couldn’t contain himself.

His glasses were fogged up slightly, crooked on his nose, his mouth open, eyes shut lightly.

“That was…god I love you, so so perfect-“

[tobyisher3]

Pinky Promise

(Adrian Chase x Transmasc reader)

Fandom: Peacemaker (2021)

Tw: Pansexual Adrian, cursing, loooooooore, transmasc reader, and Adrian is a warning himself.

Pronouns: None used presumed male

Key:

(Y/n)-Your name

Words: 525

(Y/N)’s POV

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" I yelled as I saw Evergreen's very own Vigilante at my door and I fell to the floor. "Y/n, it's me." He spoke as I looked at him wide eyes and started to back away slowly. "I promise I didn't commit any crimes that I know of. I'm innocent please don't kill me." I cried. He walked in, closed the door, walked into my kitchen as I kept crying. "Shit." He mumbled as he took off his mask and I was faced with Adrian Chase.

"Adrikins?" I asked as he looked at my tear stained face. “I'm sorry I forgot about patrol and came over here when you said you couldn't find your binder." He spoke as I looked at him. "You're Vigilante!?" I asked and he sighed. "Yes babe, catch up. Are you okay?" He asked putting on his glasses. I was staring at him and he looked down like a puppy who just got in trouble.

"How long?" I asked and he looked down nervously. "5 years." He spoke as I sat down on the couch. "So I have been living with you for 2 years and you never thought to tell me?" I asked, he looked away. "Well, no I didn't want you to be well, like this." He spoke softly. "Adrian Chase. I love you, but you can't keep this from me. You kill people." I told him looking away.

"Once they commit a crime I kill them so they can't commit further crime, besides how was I supposed to know you were going to act like this, you know I don't have emotions like people do." He crossed his arms while pointing out those two things like they were obvious.

"Adrian, if that is true why were you say happy when you helped me move in?" I asked and he opened his mouth then closed it. "How about when I told you I was a trans male? and you said you would support me?" I asked. "Does that mean all of it, all of us is fake?" He looked at me sighing. "No, of course it wasn't." He spoke and sat on the couch next to me put an arm around my shoulders.

"Don't keep anything like this from me ever again." I told him and stuck out my pinky. After I told him I was a trans male and him coming out as Pan to me we made a pinky promise to not tell anyone until we were ready and ever since then they were unbreakable. He locked pinkies with me. "I promise, Y/n."

AN~ Hello dear reader, in honor of Barbie coming out...I made a quick one-Shot with Adrikins because no one can convince me he wouldn't see the Barbie movie on opening weekend. Anyway, I made this more male leaning and probably edited it by the time it comes out. I hope you enjoy it. -TransMasc TI3

[levishitts]

Fair - Adrian Chase x M! Reader

Tw/Waring: NSFW/Smut/Hot or whatever, uhuu, sex.

Helping hand, we might say, and blowjob.

PWP/Short shit.

H/n: Hero Name.

M/n: Male Name.

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In the middle of the night, in the ridiculously expensive white houses, H/n and Vigilante were as silent as they could when they arrived so as not to wake anyone in the neighborhood. The recent mission had been a temporary victory, they needed to relax. But halfway through it's obvious that Chris insisted on a few beers as a celebration. A little drinking and some teasing was consumed to the extreme, and he knew what to do to challenge Adrian more and more 'guess what baby, you look perfectly hot in that suit'. Okay, it wasn't that much, but alcohol helps to distract you a lot when in a small amount. They rushed to plop down on the spacious couch in the middle of Adrian's messy living room, not caring who saw them enter.

"Get out of my space, please" Adrian muttered trying to get M/n out of the sedentary comfort of the moment. Weak to bear this annoyance, he only complained.

"Or what?" M/n said smiling, not opening his eyes, just supporting his arms behind his head.

There was silence, then a rasping noise, the clear sound of the door being locked and a light pressure on his body "Hey, what are you…?" two thin fingers stopped him, covering his mouth and making him open his eyes.

"Nothing to harm you..." He kissed his neck down to his collarbone, Adrian lifted his cold hands from his lover's belt almost touching his acclaimed one. So much time wasted and it would all pay off now, M/n leaned his head back and let herself be carried away by the pleasant, comforting touch.

"Stop me if you don't want anything else" he brought his hands to M/n's belt, opening it carefully. Smiling while watching his boyfriend have no reaction to the new level of touch.

It was curious at first, encouraging you might say, because as soon as Adrian touched him on the reddish surface he felt a sweet pre-cum already coming out of his boyfriend.

"Oh, is this for me?" He brought the two fingers that were caressing him to his mouth, licking them.

He went down then, dragging his tongue in a line from bottom to top and then placing it in his mouth, sudden movements receiving thrusts at M/n's waist, one hand taking care of the rest of the length and the other pulling it further and further close. M/n grabbed Adrian's curly hair to pull it down, which happened without even receiving the slightest complaint.

Time passed and when M/n felt close to the end Adrian got up and took his breath.

"What?" he asked wiping the corner of his mouth and getting a groan of displeasure with that "want to finish, right honey? Well, do it yourself"

"Dude?! That's not fair!" M/n complained pulling a nasty look.

"Oh, I'm so sorry honey" Adrian kissed him on the forehead and then a quick last lick of his length "but it is."

[xmalereader]

Adrian Chase x Son! Male Reader x Bruce Wayne || 2 ||

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|| Masterlist || ONE ||

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I warn you, this is not going to be a happy part 😭, gonna be pure angst and some more bad parenting ish and Bruce trying his best to be a parent but being paranoid! You can imagine any Bruce you’d like. I honestly don’t know how to end it but hope you enjoy.

Request: I heard you open the request, can you make part 2 of father bruce wayne x son reader? The one with Adrian chase??? I need to know what happen 🥲

Warnings: Pure Angst, Slight fluff, supportive brothers, Bruce is trying his best but he ain’t that good, Adrian being a good boyfriend, running away, crying, kissing, bat family, drama.

Tags: @akira627

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It’s been a month since he’s left the manor, packing a bag and staying over at Adrian’s place while he took his time. It’s been a month since his father stopped contacting him or trying to reach out to him.

He expected Bruce to look for him and apologize but the man never showed up. No call, no text, no chase. It felt like he didn’t exist to his family anymore, now he knows what Jason felt like when he wasn’t close with the family.

He felt alone without his family around. He was happy to be with Adrian, the man always found a way to cheer him up. Living with him for a short period of time had cleared his head with everything going on between him and his father, but again, he can’t help but miss the sounds of his brothers arguing as they ran around the manor. He misses Damian’s insults and Dicks kind words, he misses Tim’s coffee addictions and leaving his room for short period of times and the amount of teasing he would get from Jason.

But most important he missed his fathers presences. He missed the way the two would spend nights working on a investigation together, the way his father would carry him back to bed after falling asleep in the cave, tired from all the research and crime fighting the two have done. Everything bad suddenly disappeared and all because he was dating Vigilante. He didn’t blame Adrian, no, he blamed himself for falling in love with a criminal.

“I’m back and I got the best chimichangas!” Adrian suddenly bursts through the front door, kicking it shut as he smiles widely and sets the bag of take out food on the coffee table. Y/n spent the majority of his day watching movies and different TV shows, keeping himself distracted from his thoughts.

“It looks great, I’m starving.” Y/n sits near the edge of the couch, taking out his own food and smiling softly. He takes a bite of his own food and moans at the taste exploding in his mouth. Adrian grins widely, “What did I say? These are the best!” Adrian says with excitement as he too digs into his own food.

The two eat together in silence, most of the time they’d be having conversations about their crime fighting adventures and what happened but after his father took his suit and name away, he was unable to provide Adrian new stories. “Guess who I saw at the restaurant?”

Y/n rolls his eyes. “Let me guess, your Bff Chris slash peacemaker.” He knew about the weird friendship the two had, the first time he met Chris he couldn’t help but despise the man after treating Adrian poorly, it took him some time to finally get used to him even though he still hated him a bit.

“Nope!” Adrian sets his food down. “I saw the little devil spawn with his brother Dick.”

Y/n froze, swallowing the food down and licking his lips. “What?”

“Yeah! Saw the two eating together—rich people are weird. You have all this money to eat anywhere and you decide to eat chimichangas? Like that’s so stu—“

“Wait, they were just eating? Both Damian and Dick? Alone?”

Adrian nods, pushing his glasses back. “Yeah, why?”

Y/n frowns, he’s known Damian and Dick for years and not once have they gone out together alone. The two couldn’t stand each other, Damian always found ways to insult Dick and avoided the man but he did have a warm soft spot for dick whenever he did need advice about something or if he actually needed help. So, seeing the two together in public at such a setting didn’t sound like them.

He turns to Adrian. “We’re they eating?” He asks. Adrian making a thinking face, thinking back to his time their before shaking his head. “Not that I know of.” He shrugs. Y/n cursed under his breath, standing up from the couch. “They didn’t go out to eat.” He mumbled out.

Adrian is confused until he quickly figured out the situation. “Shit, they followed me didn’t they?” Adrian groans out as he too follows him around, “my brothers know your identity and probably heard that you got released.” Y/n explains as he heads inside their room. “Okay, that I understand as too why they would be coming after me but, why are you freaking out? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“I didn’t want my father to send his two sons to come lock you up and probably drag me back home without a good explanation,” Y/n didn’t know if this was Bruce’s way of apologizing to him because he wasn’t liking it one bit. “My father isn’t good at expressing words so he’ll sometimes make stupid decisions and make my brothers do something about it.”

Adrian frowns. “Okay and what exactly are you doing?” He questions, watching Y/n rush around the room and packing up a bag for the two of them. “If they followed us They are probably waiting for the right moment to strike so, we have to move.” He tossed the bag to Adrian who caught it while stumbling, his glasses nearly falling off as he leans against the doorway of their bedroom.

Adrian groans, tossing the bag aside. “Do you not trust your brothers?”

“It’s not that I don’t trust them, it’s that they’ll try to be all protective if they see you here.” Y/n explains, zipping up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. “They tend to be a bit much.” He mumbled, walking out of the room and collecting his keys and wallet, “come on, I know a place we can stay for awhile.” He instructs Adrian to follow, who quickly does as told and follows him like a lost puppy.

Adrian rambles out many questions to him.

“Where are we going?”

“Are your brothers going to kill me? Oh! Can I get a picture with red hood first before getting shot at?”

Y/n can only roll his eyes at the sudden questions, heading out of the apartment building as he approached Adrian’s car and tossed their bags in the back seat. “Somewhere safe and no you cannot taken a picture with him and I’m driving.” He quickly responds, getting in the Drivers seat as Adrian gets in the passengers.

“So, does your whole family hate us?”

Y/n sighs to himself, driving then out and down the road. “I—“ his hands grip the steering wheel. “I don’t know.” He whispers, his family didn’t speak with him for weeks. He wasn’t too sure anymore if they still considered him family after what he did.

“I don’t know, Adrian. I really don’t know—“

“Hey, it’s fine.” Adrian placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze in reassurance. Adrian already knew how important Y/n’s family is to him and how much he cared for them. But he can’t help but feel a bit upset about their thoughts on them being together. Adrian enjoys his time with y/n and will do anything to be with him, he honestly didn’t care if he had to fight his family to be with him.

The drive to the penthouse is silent. Adrian glancing at Y/n every once an awhile since he is full of worry. He was never worried for anyone before and never really cared for them, but after Y/n came into his life he can’t help but grow attached and protective. After seeing him injured during his patrolling he couldn’t help but panic at the thought of losing someone he deeply loved. He wanted to be their for him, but he also knew how much Y/n’s family meant to him.

“Can I ask something,” Adrian cuts the silence in the car. Y/n sighing to himself and relaxing. “Sure.”

“Why does your family hate me so much?”

Y/n’s grip on the steering wheel tightens, biting his lip as he focused on the road ahead. “They don’t hate you—they just don’t like the way you deal with criminals. My father has this code that he follows and doesn’t want us to break it, so knowing that you’d break that code makes him feel upset.” He shrugs his shoulders. “When he was younger he wouldn’t have hesitated to kill a man, but changed after knowing the outcome of murdering someone.” He remembers the first time Bruce almost broke his code, it was the day they lost Jason.

Bruce was depressed and angry at what the joker did that he almost went after and avenge Jason, but knowing the outcome he was stopped by Clark before it went too far. It used to be him and Jason before the others come into their family, Jason was his family and the day he heard about his death broke him to pieces, he too, struggled with his death.

He was only a child when he found out, witnessing his fathers stress and blaming himself for the death of his brother. He’s happy to have Jason back, but the Lazarus pit did some damage to him and changed him. It took Jason some time to cope with change too and following Bruce’s rules again after coming back home.

“I could—“ Adrian shrugs. “Try to change it.” He cringed at his own words. Adrian has been killing criminals for years, he didn’t think they deserved justice after doing some horrible crime. Y/n shakes his head. “No, don’t change Adrian. I like you the way you are.” To this point, Y/n didn’t seem to care anymore on who lives and who dies.

Everyone has their own ending.

They arrive at the penthouse around noon. The place is empty and hidden away in the outskirts of Gotham. “Will be safe here, no one else knows this place but me.” Y/n reassured Adrian as they enter and toss their bags in the living room. He makes sure to check security before they get comfortable. “Just, make yourself at home.” He calls out, focused on the computer.

He expected Adrian to respond back with a snarky comment or something inappropriate, but instead he receives silence. “Adrian?” His focus is pulled away from the computer as he looks Over to the living room entrance, closing the laptop behind him as he enters the room.

“Adrian—?” He froze in spot at the sight of Damian and Dick, standing in the living room with their suits on and with Adrian gagged on the couch. “What—?”

“Your security here is terrible.” Damian says.

Y/n glared at him. “Look, if Bruce sent you to take me back home then tell him that he can forget it! I’m fine in my own and won’t be leaving Adrian.” He approached Adrian, giving Dick a glare as he removes the gag around Adrian’s mouth.

Adrian spits out the gag and groans. “Fuck kid, you sure do hit hard.” He moves his jaw in pain as Y/n continues to untie him. “Swords adorable.” Adrian grins.

Damian glared and steps forward but is stopped by Dick. “Bruce didn’t send us.” He cuts in, gaining his brothers attention. Y/n raised a brow at the two, “then why did you follow me?”

Dick lowers his gaze and sighs. “We—we were worried.”

“We? As in you and Damian?” Y/n questions.

“Yes and the others too.”

Y/n looks away as he nervously asked. “And dad…?” The silence the two gone is enough for Y/n to know the answer. Bruce still wasn’t happy with him and his decisions, he was considered family to him anymore. He huffs out a nervous laugh. “Right.” He whispers to himself, all of his emotions coming back to him. “I need to use the bathroom.” He is quick to leave the living room, leaving Adrian alone with his brothers as he breaks down again.

Adrian frowns, sitting back on the couch as he turns to Dick and Damian. “That’s the third time I’ve seen him break down.” He tells them, wanting to make them feel bad. “He really cares about you guys—even though your all assholes for what you did I mean,” Adrian lets out a mock laugh. “He always talks highly about you guys and how much he loves his family. You’re lucky I held myself back or else I could have killed you.”

Damian growls. “We didn’t do anything.”

“Exactly!” Adrian points at Damian, glaring back. “You did nothing to stop Bruce from tossing Y/n away. His first born son who he raised and took care of only for him to be tossed away.” Damian crossed his arms and looks away in silence, his words cutting in deep.

“Look, we know what Bruce did was wrong and we are trying to find a way to bring them back together. The reason why Damian and I came out looking for you two is to see if your the right person for Y/n, I know your Vigilante and have done many things that we do not approve but y/n—“ he sighs. “Y/n seems to like you a lot. He didn’t date around us and we always thought he was embarrassed too or that he just wasn’t interested in dating anyone at all.”

“Until you came in.” Damian cuts in. “I haven’t known Y/n for long but I knew something was going on with him. He was happy, like always, until he started to grow quiet and closed off.” Damian remembers the days Y/n would always be talking happily or making small jokes here and there, they all did find it annoying sometimes but still loved him. Until he noticed a change in his mood, he became more cautious and alert.

“He became—“

“Scared.” Adrian finishes. “Yeah, I knew.” He gives them a sad smile before sitting back down, starring off into the distance. “He was excited when we started dating and I enjoyed his time. We did a lot of crazy shit.” He chuckles. “And the sex—“

“Please don’t.” Dick groans out. “I don’t need to know my brothers sex life.”

Adrian grins. “Like I said, he was excited until we found out about each other’s identity. I thought we were gonna break up because of it but Y/n didn’t do anything. We were both already deep into the relationship and I couldn’t let him go and he couldn’t either. So, we kept it a secret.”

“For a year.” Dick says in disbelief, he’s had relationships that lasted less than that. He didn’t expect y/n to keep a relationship secret for that long, no wonder he was growing devastated each day. Having to keep something this big hidden from his family.

“anyways, your asshole of a father is still upset with him and won’t talk to him. So, there’s no point in trying to take him back home.” Adrian casually adds, standing from his spot and turns his head towards the direction of where Y/n had run off too. He steps forward to check up on him but is stopped by Damian, who quickly stands in front of him. “Then help us change that.”

Adrian laughs. “Yeah, I don’t think so,” he shakes his head. “The minute I step into the big mansion of yours he will want to kill me or it’ll make me want to kill him.” He shoves Damian aside and pats his head in a childish manner. “No can do kiddo.”

“You really are the worst.” Damian hissed out.

“Thank you.” Adrian smiles back, heading towards the bedroom that Y/n was staying in, comforting him and pulling him into a hug. “I can tell them to leave.” Y/n shakes his head. “It’s fine, they’ll leave when they want.” He whispers against his shoulder, holding onto Adrian. “I sometimes feel like my father never cared, you know?”

Adrian shrugs softly and responds back. “My father left me, my brother sort of hates me and my mom got remarried and doesn’t really talk much.” He knows he wasn’t helping. “But, I still found a way around it all. I found my own path and in that path I found you.” He kissed his forehead, earning a small laugh from Y/n.

Y/n knew about Adrian’s family problems and how his father left his family, his brother and mother blaming him. Adrian was just a child when it all happened and yet, he found a way to ignore all of those issues and still move forward. Y/n was still having a hard time to accept the fact that Bruce wouldn’t treat him the same anymore.

“I should probably talk to Jason.” Y/n mumbled out, relaxing against Adrian’s hold. “He’s been through this before, maybe he’d understand.

“Jason would probably give you a gun and tell you to shot Bruce.” Y/n laughs at Adrian, nodding his head in agreement. “You’re right, he would.” He knew Jason and Bruce have a tough relationship with each other and still disagree on certain things but found a way around their relationship.

Y/n is quick to pull away, within arms reach of Adrian as he thinks to himself. “Jason did it.” He whispers. “What?” Y/n looks at Adrian. “Jason, he did terrible life decisions and still found a way to be with our family. Both him and Bruce still have a strange relationship, but he made it work. Maybe he can help us make this work.” He points to Adrian and to himself.

He suddenly grows excited, stumbling out of Adrian’s arms as he rushed back to the living room where both Dick and Damian sat together, arguing to each other about their failed plan until Y/n stumbled inside. A large smile on his face, “I want to go back home.” He tells them. “But I want Jason to help, he found a way around his messy situation so he can help us.”

Dick groans. “Not Jason.”

“Jason has the most experience.” Y/n adds, eyeing Damian. “And Damian.”

“In my defense I was only a child.” Damian huffs out with an eye roll, causing Adrian to smirk. “Really? So you have anger issues and both daddy and mommy?” He teased out, causing Damian to draw his katana. “That’s enough, both of you!” Y/n steps in between the two, glaring at them. “They came to help us Adrian and I’m not letting you make things worse.” He warns the two.

Adrian sticks his tongue out, over Y/n’s shoulder as Damian glared harshly at the older man. “I’m dating a child.” Y/n can’t help but groan, knowing that he’s gonna have to find a way around this and get it fixed.

[lixxen]

hi 😭i thought of a random promt because i saw something on twitter, completely understand if you dont feel comfortable writing it but- adrian chase x male reader, basically "you're reading or doing work and they get down and smirk at you and just 🍽 and everytime you make a noise or move or stop reading etc. they stop" just a random ask of course you dont have to write it lol

Adrian Chase NSFW Scrap

I am so sorry for whoever asked for this. I just never got back to this

I really don't have the motivation to finish this, sadly, so I'm going to post this as a scrap. I hope y'all understand and don't hate me for this

I have other things I'm slowly working on so uh, I'm not totally useless lol

This doesn't really get to the NSFW. But still, NSFW warning because the last few bullets are suggestive.

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You told him to be there around 4pm, as you should be finished with your work by then. But he decided that he wanted to get there around 3pm to watch you work.

It started with you inviting Adrian over to watch movies.

You let him inside with a subtle sigh, knowing that he probably did it on purpose. You ask him, and he just shook his head and babbled out a stupid excuse about not wanting to hit traffic and be late. That it is better to be early than late.

You just shake your head and shut the door behind him.

You get back to work, which is just some paperwork and typing up a report. You normally brought home work so you'd have an excuse to stay in the house instead of going to the bar with Chris.

Sadly today, it wasn't an excuse but an actual thing you had to do. Your deadline for work was coming up and it was getting stressful.

You settled down at your kitchen table and told Adrian to make himself at home while you finished your reports. He said something about reporting this dick, which you ignored. God knows if you react to that he'll just keep going with the god awful dick jokes.

What a dick move. Hah.

You get to work and listen to Adrian as he rustled around the kitchen, pulling out god knows what. It only takes him a few minutes before he gets bored and makes his way to you.

You eye him as he stares at you with a sharp grin. Normally, he gave you a goofy grin. But that specific one was dangerous. He was up to something.

Maybe if you ignore his dumb ass he won't do it.

You were quickly proven wrong as he suddenly disappeared from the corner of your eyes. You realized he went under the table after seeing a chair move slightly over and heard rustling of fabric against the underside of the table.

You kept typing until you felt something bump into your knees and hands grabbing at your shorts. They hooked underneath the basketball shorts you were wearing and slowly tugged at them.

You paused your typing to look down.

Adrian was staring up at you from between your legs. He had his doe eyes now and seemed so innocent. You asked what he was doing and he simply stated he got bored and wanted to play a game.

When you asked what game, he just laughed and said you'd quickly figure it out.

Then he tugged your shorts and boxers down.

Okay then. You shook your head and went back to what you were doing. It wasn't the first time he'd done something like this and it wasn't going to be the last.

As you continued your work,

[alexs-playground]

Imagine Adrian is expressing his love by comparing how he feels when he kills people…

“I feel the same way about you like I feel when I kill criminals” Adrian whispers into your shoulder

"Babe, as your significant other and spouse I love you so much. With that being said you will need to elaborate on your analogy cause now all I think is that you get the same terrifying satisfaction and look in your eyes when you murder as when you kiss me. Now please go to sleep its four in the morning and you have work later." you say as you grudgingly turn to face him and fall back asleep.

Adrian: ☹️🧜‍♂️

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

I Think I'm in Love with You (Adrian Chase Drabble)

Fandom: DC, Peacemaker, Vigilante, Adrian Chase, M!Reader

Word Count: 546

TW: Injuries, Beating, Hooker, Attempted Murder, Guns, Language

Normally, you could handle yourself when things like this happened. You were a strong enough guy, you worked out, stayed in shape. And this wasn’t the first time someone took offense to your job as an escort. But tonight, your client had slipped something into your drink. And as the room had begun to spin and everything around you had started to blur around the edges, you tried to get away. But you only made it about a block before collapsing to the sidewalk.

You heard footsteps approaching but before you could try to react, a kick landed sharply on your ribs. Followed by another to your chest. You tried to roll away from the blows, but the drug was making it hard to move. So, over and over you were assaulted as you were barely able to defend yourself. Your so-called “client” yelled insults and slammed his foot repeatedly into you.

Finally, he used his toe to flip you over onto your back as he pointed a gun at your head. Steeling yourself for what was about to happen, you tried to give him your toughest “fuck you” glare but through the pain and the disorientation, it probably looked pretty pathetic.

You flinched when you heard the gunshot, and you felt the warm splatter of blood on your face. But it took you a minute to realize the blood and the screams weren’t coming from you. Your attacker clutched at his shoulder wildly where a bullet had just blasted through it. Glancing past him, you saw a black, blue, and white clad figure with a red visored mask step out of the shadows holding a still-smoking gun in front of himself. You recognized him from the news. The guy who kept going around killing people for both major and minor infractions of the law. Vigilante.

He ignored the guy he had just shot and walked over to you. “Hey man, you don’t look so great. You need a hand?” He extended his covered hand which you took after a slight hesitation.

The costumed man helped you to your feet and you stumbled slightly as you tried to regain your footing. You clutched your side with a hiss of pain, but at least the drug seemed to be clearing your system. You nodded to where your attacker was still moaning and holding his bleeding shoulder behind Vigilante. “Thanks, you know for….”

“Oh, hey, no problem! It’s what I do! Taking down bad guys, helping people in need, that sort of s-”

“Look out!” The assailant had regained his senses some and had just raised his gun at the back of Vigilante’s head. You pushed Vigilante out of the way as you drove your fist into the attacker’s nose as hard as you could. You heard it shatter as blood gushed out of it and he dropped like a rock.

Panting heavily as you shook out your throbbing fist and tried to stay upright, you turned to see Vigilante facing you. Even through the mask, you can tell he was staring at you strangely. “What?”

Vigilante’s voice was full of shock and awe as he said, “Dude, I think I’m in love with you.”

You chuckled, giving him a crooked smile. “Yeah…. I get that a lot.”

[cressssssss]

coworkers with benefits? chapter two

chapter two lets go!!!

warnings- swearing. mentions of canon typical violence.

find chapter one here! and chapter three here!

word count- about 1.5k

summary- Adrian hasn't shown up for any of his shifts in the last couple days, and you're starting to get worried. You look for him at his house, and while you're there you run into the task force... and vigilante.

enjoy! (plot gets a little fucky here... just go with it ok and also sorry this is short and kinda shitty I'm dealing with some stuff i just didn't wanna let yall down by not posting something haha)

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Work was slow again. For something that was the most interesting part of your life, it sure was boring sometimes. Ah, the joys of living in a small town.

Adrian wasn’t there, which was strange because he was supposed to have a shift today. And you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t miss him.

Your friendship with him was something that had snuck up on you, but it was nice. Talking to Adrian was comfortable, and the two of you fit together perfectly. You were an introvert who preferred to listen and not talk, and he was an extrovert who loved to fill silences. Match made in heaven.

You were refilling the coffee mugs of some cops when you heard something noteworthy. Yes, eavesdropping is bad and whatever, but when you work at a restaurant you get to eavesdrop a little. As a treat.

“This chick's body was blown to bits- I swear we couldn’t even tell that the remnants were a human body. One of the rookies thought her face was a slice of pizza!”

Well, that’s gruesome. You tune them out as you collect the breakfast dishes set at the end of the table. You’ve had enough death and destruction for three lifetimes, don’t need to hear about anything more. Eavesdropping on diners did have its downsides sometimes, you don’t always need to know everything that's going on with everyone.

You head back to the kitchen, performing the usual balancing act with the plates. Setting them all in the sink and giving a nod to the dishwasher, you head to the back.

“I’m going on break!” Your manager nods at you, not bothering to respond. She’s busy training one of the newbies, a frazzled-looking kid who seems to be in a constant state of fight or flight. The kid is currently attempting to learn how to use the fryer, which was something that would 100% end in disaster. Not something you want to stick around for. You push the back door open, heading outside.

The cool air hits your face and you sigh in relief. It’s lonely, without Adrian to talk to. But he’s probably got stuff to do, and you don’t want to bother him.

Friendship is something you don’t have the most experience with, but if anyone asked you would deny that. You didn’t connect with anyone when you were in college, and currently, your best friend would be your cat.

Or Adrian, you two had known each other for a while, but on a level that you would consider acquaintances. He was probably the person you were closest to at work.

It wasn’t as if you disliked other people, you just didn’t consider yourself to be particularly close to them.

*

Adrian didn’t show up to his shift the next day. Or the day after that. In all honesty, you were worried about him. He was many things, but he wasn’t the type to go AWOL without a reason.

And that is why, on the third day he's gone, you are outside his house, standing on the porch and pounding at the door.

“ADRIAN! ARE YOU IN THERE?” There’s no response. The house is seemingly empty, the lights off inside. His car is parked in the driveway, the Sebring looks normal. Maybe he was kidnapped.

Curse that idiot, making you care about him then dropping off the face of the earth. You’re pulling your phone out of your pocket and punching in his number when a loud crash comes from inside.

Fuck this.

You break his living room window with a rock and climb inside, too filled with adrenaline and anxious energy to notice the shards of glass cutting your skin.

“Adrian?” The house is empty, no sign of whatever made the crashing sound. Or so you thought until you went in further.

The scene you were greeted by was something you never had expected to see. Vigilante, Peacemaker, and one other woman are fighting some strange man, and while it's three to one, the strange man seems to be winning.

You are not cut out for this. They hadn’t noticed you yet, too preoccupied with fighting for their lives. There was a gun on the floor, probably from Vigilante or Peacemaker. You stared at it, heart racing. You didn’t know how to shoot, but that just meant you would hit anything important, right?

You grab it, fingers curling around the cold metal. A chilly reminder of what you were about to do.

You point the gun at the strange man's legs, wait for him to be still enough to get a good shot, and pull the trigger.

The gunshot sounds like a fucking atomic bomb, causing everyone to pause. The man crumples to the floor, a dark red stain appearing on his upper thigh.

“Oh, fucking hell. I actually shot someone.” The gun hands loose in your grip, the other hand flying to your mouth. “Oh my god.”

To make matters worse, now there's some fucking creature crawling out of the dude's skull, and without thinking you raise the gun again and shoot at it. It takes a couple bullets, but you manage to hit the creature, and it's pulverized by the force of the bullet. Its crumpled wings twitched a bit before it went still.

"What the fuck is going on, someone needs to start talking and tell me what the hell just happened.” You drop the gun now, staring at it horrified.

The blond woman and Peacemaker look at you confused, still panting from the fight.

Vigilante, however, just stares at you. You can’t make out much of his features, but from what you can see, he's shocked.

"Vig? Do you know who this is? Why is he in your house holding one of your guns?"

Hold on. In your house? But this is Adrian's house. Unless Adrian and Vigilante...

Your head is spinning. Adrian Chase is Vigilante? The dorky busboy you work with is also the ruthless killer? So many emotions were caught in your chest, but you also feel a little embarrassed. The implications of your only friend being Vigilante and him not having told you…

“What the fuck?” Vigilante- Adrian, looks up, and you can see his face now. He's taken off his mask. His expression changes to one of guilt, and a little bit of sadness.

“I’m just going to go- sorry for- I don’t know. I’m just going to pretend this never happened.” You hesitantly side-step to the door, hoping and praying they don’t try to stop you and kill you.

“Are we really just going to let him go? Vig, is he one of your friends? Is he going to compromise our mission?” Peacemaker sounds upset, stressed, and vaguely pissed off.

“Wait don’t go!” Adrian grabs your arm as you walk past, staring into your eyes. “Okay, I know this looks really bad, but please just come with us and I’ll explain everything. I promise.”

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And that is how you find yourself sitting in the back of a van, surrounded by strange equipment and somehow even stranger people. You recognize all of them from the restaurant that one night, but it doesn’t seem like they recognize you.

“So how do you know Vigilante?” One of the women- Adebayo?- asks.

“I work with him. In his day job, not the murdering business. I’m a waiter at Fennel Feilds.” The van falls silent after that remark. Finally, after several agonizing moments of awkward silence, the vehicle stops and you find yourself outside the task force headquarters.

*

"Okay. So what you're trying to get me to believe is that there are parasitic aliens that take over inhabit human bodies, and it’s up to you all to stop them?” You’re sitting at a round table, trying to take in the information you were just told. "And the guy I shot was one of those butterflies?"

"That would be correct," Murn says.

This has to be some sort of joke right? But everyone is nodding seriously, which makes you pause. They look like they could be government agents, but aliens? Seriously?

“Alright. Let's just assume all of that is true and this isn't some weird prank.” You lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees and staring at the other people sitting around the table. “What the fuck does that have to do with me? Why am I here?”

“You saw Vigilante without his mask, you saw the task force together, we don’t know what you overheard. You’re a liability. We can’t be sure that you won’t ruin the mission by blabbing to the press. Plus you managed to subdue a butterfly, and saved our task force from danger. That's no small feat.” The serious man- Murn?- says all that as if it's the most logical thing in the world.

“So are you going to lock me up? Kidnap me? What’s the plan here. Because I have work tomorrow, and I can’t afford to lose my job.”

“Of course not. We aren’t sure what you would be doing yet, but the current plan is for you to be an unofficial member of the task force, so we can supervise you. Most likely you would be helping Economos with recon because we aren’t sure what your abilities are yet.”

“Okay this is most definitely not government protocol- didn’t yall say you're a government task force?- and secondly, what the fuck?”

“I think it’s a great idea!” Adrian chimes in, smiling at you.

“Thanks, Adrian, but respectfully, I’m going to have to pass on that. And I’ve got a shift coming up, so if there’s nothing else I’ll be going now.”

You stand, grabbing your coat and keys, and walk out the door. No one tries to stop you, but there are some disappointed whispers that you can’t quite make out.

Whatever, you don't have time for that bullshit.

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A/N I wasn't sure that I would be able to post this tonight, but i didn't want to disappoint yalls haha. The plot is getting a little fucky sorry but Im not sure what else to do. Chapter three will be up at the end of the week once i finish it, and I'm thinking there'll be about 5 ish chapters in this series.

Hope yall enjoyed, leave comments or criticism down below pretty please!

taglist- @bigassbisaster @specificpuppy (i think i did that right? tumblr confuses me)

[dimepdf]

JUST MY TYPE. + VIGILANTE ᴼᴺᴱ

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you're the reason why adrian has a "type".

pairing. adrian chase x male!reader

word count. 2k

genre and warnings. 18+ under cut MDNI, pre-Vigilante, mentions of nudity, swearing, Adrian being Adrian, mentions of mental disorder, reader is black, mentions of racism | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

You were aware of Adrian's presence since the beginning of high school. Meeting his older brother Gut came with the baggage of seeing both Chase siblings when visiting their home to hang out.

You never thought much of the younger sibling, although you were just a grade above him. The age gap became a brotherly connection between the two of you as Gut was constantly nagged by his mother to accompany Adrian along whenever the older brother wanted to leave the house.

You've become accustomed to treating the young guy as your own little sibling over the years, utterly oblivious of Adrian's monstering obsession with you. Adrian was convinced you were as clueless as others thought he was as he watched you lounge in his family's garage. As he lingered by your side, awkwardly. Two women flirting leaned into Gut's side, occasionally chuckling as they seemed to mutter sexual-related things to each other.

As you sat perched against the uncomfortable yellow couch, two of the springs nesting uncomfortable against your rear.

Adrian would occasionally move his glance to you, watching your large hands play with your third can of beer you were nursing on the other side of the same couch with an empty look that sent shivers down his spine.

You only consented to Gut's invitation to the women in the first place in the hopes of finally getting any since the end of your three-year relationship with Cassie Dunmark, your middle school girlfriend.

Splitting up with you because the "weight of becoming a college student" was getting to her, she'd give you the bogus spiel about how she wanted to be able to experience a lot of things before starting the next chapter in her life, and how she just didn't see you fitting in with her new life.

The dispute that concluded, your now ex-girlfriend, labeling you a nobody for not being able to attend anything other than the local community college. Leaving you heartbroken and burdened with nesting insecurities.

The new couple bumped into you in the town's mall barely a week after. Seeing Cassie right away with her new white partner. "I didn't know you'd be here," she spoke in a false tone, her arm around the new guy. Implying her "accidental" discovery of the clothing store where you'd been working since junior year.

"Didn't you know I was going to be here?" When you repeated the sentence, baffled as to why she would make up such a ridiculous lie, it became clear that she was simply attempting to smear her new relationship in your face. When you took your sight away from the snooty woman and looked down at her latest victim.

He was a lanky white man with shaggy, unkempt hair that hid his brow yet was dressed in a sweater and flannel combo with denim jeans that appeared to be a size too small based on the tight outline of the items that protruded from his pockets. A default style that you would usually mock, given that the majority of individuals in your high school who all dressed alike and followed each others fashions trends.

"What’s your name man?" As you questioned, disregarding Cassie's annoyance as she sucked her teeth, the boyfriend made a sheepish gesture. falling back to observe as he clumsily tried to piece together the situation.

You could see why he was hesitant. Growing up as a 5'10 black man with a dark complexion in a largely white area meant getting used to all the stares.

It didn't help the jokes and teasing you'd get for being brave enough to wear that naturally curled afro hairstyle that contributed to your height. 

"I'm James, man, what's up," of course it is, you noted. You simply gave the man a blank look as he extended his hand, both of your hands leaning against the booth that separated the couple from you not even bothering to move.

Your expression suddenly changed to a faint smirk as you watched his hand quickly retract back into his sweater pocket. "James is actually going to UCLA with me, we met on campus, he's just here to visit wanted to see the shit hole that I called home before I leave." The brag was more than effective.

Cassie knew your love for the arts and how excited you were to attend the same college promising to never become the couples who broke up because of the long-distance.

But there you were, reliving the day you sobbed onto Cassie's shoulder in her bedroom, clutching the rejection letter with your name on it. Unaware of your girlfriend texting her group chat of friends with her other hand.

You spent the rest of your shift moping around your entire day until the minute you clocked out. The first thing you did after your shift was to retrieve your phone from your pocket and call Gut, hoping for some relief from the only person who seemed to be concerned about your well-being.

He suggested you "get your dick wet" and reminded you that you were both 19-year-old good-looking men free to do anything you wanted now that the weight of going to college didn’t affect you. 

You agreed to the idea half-heartedly, unable to say anything because you were honestly just wanting to hang out with your friend and chill like you always did. But Gut was the type of buddy who would go to great lengths to make you happy.

As a result, He texted two girls you both thought were equally attractive that you remembered from high school. As you were left alone in your thoughts while the three now made out across from you, it was evident that both women came to hook up with only Gut the moment they stepped foot in the garage.

You weren't an unattractive person; you were just not the sort that other people in the tiny primarily white community preferred.

You were too preoccupied with your thoughts to notice the women undressing and stuffing their breasts into your friend's face.

The only person who seemed to notice your helpless state was the younger Chase brother, Adrian, who was sitting on the couch arm, watching everything unfold in front of him.

Despite the circumstances, Adrian was unconcerned.

His heartbeat was strangely slow as he watched his brother groping the two topless women, while fiddling with his fingers as if the situation in front of him was nothing out of the ordinary. “Do you want to watch porn in my room?”The strangely placed question jolted you back to reality.

Adrian observed as you blinked for a split second, almost as if you weren't sure you heard the question at all. Holding his breath as you turned to face his older brother before turning to face him. “Sure why the hell not, kid” 

Adrian tried not to squirm when he heard the nickname: the male was just a year younger than you, but you treated him like a child in comparison to his older sibling. Adrian was anxious as he walked you to his bedroom, watching your eyes travel across his unusually organized bedroom.

A stark contrast to the bizarrely disorganized garage that the oldest Chase brother and you would claim as the normal hangout spot. "Holy shit buddy, do you have OCD or something?" you tease, laughing.

Adrian awkwardly joined in with his own stiff laughter as he stood in his doorway, taking in the fact that this was the first time you decided to hang out with him without having to hang out with Gut.

You sat on top of the boy's mattress, moaning in contentment as you felt yourself sink into the memory foam mattress.

Disregarding the noise that spilled from your lips as it sparked a reaction inside Adrian, the brunette went to shut the door and anxiously moved to retrieve his laptop.

He came to a halt with the MacBook in his grasp as he noticed the small piece of skin peeking through your shirt, flinching when he saw you staring straight at him with that same smug grin that made him want to fall to his knees and—

"You good kid?" Adrian cringed immediately, any sexual ideas wiped from his mind as he lay next to you, his laptop in front of both of you.

"Don’t call me that." The request came as no surprise; you were aware that Adrian was disturbed by the nickname, you just didn't know enough to comprehend why.

"Oh, come on dude, I bet you don't have a single hair on your body," and there it was, the childlike mocking that made Adrian flush. He despised it when he made so much progress in breaking free from the strange sibling zone you had him stuck in.

Maybe it was because he was finally tired of being babied by the guy he had a crush on, maybe it was largely because he was himself.

You could only stare in disbelief as Adrian rolled onto his back and sat up, yanking off his shirt and the jeans he kicked off in his short tantrum.

Adrian pushed down the elastic of his underwear enough to display the dark crest of hair that descended below his belly button, almost as if he was proving his manhood.

"Okay dude, God I was fucking kidding," you laughed, tracing your eyes on the male body, and Adrian sighed once more, returning his attention to his laptop.

"Then don't call me a kid, my dick is fucking massive," you retorted with another chuckle as you crawled to your knees to unzip your own pants.

Your attention was on loosening your belt, not on the dazed Adrian. Watching you undress in the glow of his computer, sinking his hips deeper into his mattress, feeling himself pulse beneath.

"Please don't say you're into some crazy shit," you begged, now pantless, shamelessly palming yourself through the cotton of your underwear, your other arm tucked behind your head as you side-eyed the other male browsing the porn site.

"I enjoy plot." Adrian responded by picking on a video that sparked his attention, sitting up and situating the laptop between the two of you as he leaned up against his headboard, the angle allowing him to see both the screen and a full view of you. “you like plot?” you inquired, raising your head up to meet the male's gaze.

Adrian swore his heart was about to burst from his ribcage, as if you were oblivious of the look you gave him or the fact that your hand was practically clenched around your shaft while you attempted to have a regular conversation with him.

"Yes plot, like a story, it feels more natural that way," you snorted, starring at the screen, seeing the two bad actors build some kind of story that your mind was too aroused to care about.

"This is a boner killer man, find something else," you muttered four minutes into the video, the only two still underdressed being you and Adrian as the story progressed.

"All right, just don't complain." Adrian paused as he typed in the search bar the tag he usually found himself attracted to, "holy shit you got some weird kinks dude," you reacted when you saw what was played on the screen.

Adrian seemed to flush quietly watching your reaction to seeing the black male on-screen continue with sexual acts with a male of his skin color.

"It's not weird, it’s common for most people my age to figure out what they’re into.” Adrian could only answer timidly, his tented problem revealing his obvious desire to the video.

You sat up against the headboard, little perplexed by the sudden shift in attitude that had settled around the room. "Are into dudes?" your question elicited a shrug from the white male as you both appeared to sit next to one other on top of the mattress.

Your hands at your sides, eyes fixed to the computer, as Adrian did the same with his hands sat on his lap, covering his boner.

You both sat in silence for a minute, Adrian swearing you could hear his heart thumping against his chest as you sneaked sidelong glances at him. 

"do you want to give me a handjob?"

continued...

[migwayne]

Adrian Chase/Reader - blurb

A/N: so this is still very rudimentary as you can probably see lol, just wanted to get this idea down and i wrote it down in my phone's notes. i do want to finish this sometime and get back to writing. i haven't written anything in a really long time 🙏 also will clean this up when i do get around to it. thinking i might change the POV to second person cause i don't want to use y/n so much. tell me your opinions on it pls :)

"hey you! come over here for a sec" the man in the driver's seat shouted at him.

y/n flinched but tried to remain calm and yelled back, still not moving from his place on the sidewalk. "yeah, for what? so you can run me over? no chance man"

"if you come to the side of the car i can't run you over, duh. think a little will you?" the masked man in the car reasoned, all the while another person watched in the passenger seat, nodding quietly.

shit, he's got a point... damn!

"well, excuuuuse me if i don't exactly trust some dude in a mask who just committed vehicular manslaughter in front of me!" he yelled back, the crow on his shoulder cawing at the stranger along with him, which caught both men's attention sitting in the car.

"i--dude he walked right in the street it's not my fault he didn't check for cars! and-and the crows? what the fuck was that about?"

as soon as the word "crow" left his mouth, the bird on y/n's shoulder took off, as if it knew it was the subject of the conversation, caught red-handed.

"see? i saw that! that crow knows something!"

"pfffft what? no... anyway you were going like 60 in a 20 zone, sir! i'm preeeetty sure that qualifies as speeding, innit?"

"alright, if you won't come here, i'm going there!"

just as the mysterious costumed hero? was about to open the car door, another bird landed right in the window of the car-- looking up at the man almost threateningly, letting out one very long, very loud caw. so close up they looked much bigger, their beaks much sharper. most people often thought of them as a bad omen almost, and it actually came in handy a lot of those times. not a lot of them approached him with good intentions.

[fixfoxnox]

Jake Martin x Male!Reader Headcanons

Description: A series of romantic headcanons for the character Jake Martin with a male identifying reader.

Notes: Ngl this is kinda for me. So like…the reader is me, spoilers. But don't worry no identifying stuff is used and all that, the reader just kinda has my mentality so…yeah. This is also SFW!

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of homophobia but nothing homophobic actually happens, NSFW Very Very Loosely Implied (but it can be interpreted as SFW)

- You're another Racer on a different team which is how you meet

- It's your first season outside of the amateur leagues so you are hella nervous, but the sponsors and fans seem to like you well enough

- You actually do fairly well your first race, placing close to the middle of the pack

- You end up getting interviewed after the race and they ask you about some of your racing inspirations. You offhandedly mention how you and you're family are huge fans of Bobby Spencer Racing but have since switched over since you started working at your racing company

- You don't meet Jake until your third race

- Another driver makes a risky move causing you to react on instinct and swerve to avoid it, running your car directly into Jake's and taking you both out of the race.

- You feel absolutely awful despite it not being your fault. You and Jake were both doing well but one wrong reaction on your part took you both out

- So you nervously get your stuff together and go to wait by the Bobby Spencer Racing camper for the team so you can apologize

- Catharine is the first person you meet. You apologize to her for what happened and end up striking up a conversation with her. She went to Stanford for business and while you didn't go anywhere as nice, you did have a degree in engineering

- This is how the rest of the team finds you

- Having been burned by the Jessie situation before, Jake and the others immediately assume the worst.

- That is of course that you had intentionally spun him out and were in talks with Catharine to try and take his place. They'd all seen your interview about how big of a fan you were of the racing company

- This of course meant that Jake was quite hostile to you when you tried to introduce yourself

- You tried apologizing only to have Jake basically tell you that he didn't want to hear anything from an enemy racer, with a few more insults thrown in there

- Feeling completely embarrassed and upset you take the hint and leave.

- After your gone Catharine asks Jake why the hell he was so mean to you. The team basically says, "We know you're trying to replace Jake again."

- Catharine ends up telling them that you had actually come to apologize for the race and had just ended up talking to Catharine because she was the first there

- Jake feels absolutely terrible. He tries to find you but you'd already left the track at that point

- He plans to apologize at the next race but he gets an earlier chance when he see's you at the Pit Stop the Monday night after your race

- You initially try to leave when you see him but he stops you and apologizes

- You weren't expecting it, but after he explains why he said everything you find it easy to forgive him

- He offers to buy you a drink as an apology. You accept

- The two of you end up talking for a few hours at the Pit Stop where you learn more about each other.

- You learn about the time that his team has been going through in the past few months, particularly with Catharine taking over and Jessie joining the team. In turn he learns about how you've wanted to race since you were young, but decided to go to college before actually trying for your dream

- Jake is sweet and the two of you find that you actually have a lot more in common than you thought

- At the end of the night you exchange numbers

- For the next few months you guys text practically every chance you get

- It doesn't take long for the Crew to realize something is up with Jake. He's on his phone practically the entire time and suddenly he knows what several parts of the car are actually called

- It isn't until you and Jake both finish top ten in a race that they put the pieces together

- The first person you think of after you get done with that particular race is Jake. Even as your team is pulling you into hugs and slapping their congrats onto your back all you can think of is seeing Jake

- So you rush over to where his crew is congratulating him. All it takes is a call of his name to get his attention

- He runs over and practically tackles you into a hug, full on lifting you into the air and everything which you think is quite impressive

- Catharine is the one who clicks the pieces together as she knows about your engineering degree

- Jake has to sit through a meeting Monday discussing his and your relationship

- "It's good that you and he are friends." "Thanks, he's super cool!" "But-" "Oh no"

- Catharine just wants to make sure that Jake isn't sharing any team secrets

- You go through a similar meeting with your team

- No one really thinks that you and Jake could end up a couple, definitely not you. Jake just comes off as aggressively straight so you kinda assume that he is without asking

- Jake doesn't really consider that he might view you as anything other than a friend until you bring your boyfriend with you to a race

- He doesn't see anything until after the race. He's coming over to congratulate you on your finish and ask if you want to go out later when he see's you and your boyfriend kiss

- He kinda freezes as he realizes suddenly that you like guys and "wait he likes guys and that's totally cool but why do I feel upset all of a sudden? I'm not homophobic? Wait do I like guys?"

- You see Jake then and tug your boyfriend over to meet him as Jake is having a sexuality crisis and realizing that he definitely likes you as more than a friend

- "Jake this is my boyfriend."

- Jake immediately puffs up and tries to not look as shaken up as he is

- You, Jake, and your boyfriend end up going out for drinks that night. You don't even realize it but you kind of neglect your boyfriend to talk to Jake

- Your boyfriend, of course, gets upset and the two of you end up fighting later. He asks you if you're sleeping with Jake

- "Are you fucking him?"

- "W-what," Your face goes red, "No, no, I am not sleeping with Jake."

- "But you want to don't you?"

- You take a second too long to answer

- "I fucking knew it!"

- The two of you end up breaking up. You're hurt but decide its best to move on. Besides, your boyfriend had hit the nail on the head, you'd developed feelings for Jake Martin

- In an effort to protect yourself you stop answering his texts, needing a few days to think things through

- Jake is absolutely restless by the second day of you not answering. He crashes the sim nearly every time he's on it, he's more distracted then usual, every few minutes he checks his phone only to let out a sad sigh when he see's you haven't answered

- Jessie, who at this point is spending quite a bit of time with Jake and who has finally seemed to warm up to him, notices.

- She ends up asking him why he seems so weird lately

- "Y/N hasn't texted me back."

- "Did you do something weird?"

- "What no! The last time we hung out was with his boyfriend."

- That makes Jessie pause. Jake is a nice guy, but he could be stupid at times. "Did you...say something hurtful?"

- "Hurtful?"

- "Homophobic?"

- "What! No! I'm totally fine with him liking guys!"

- Something about the rushed way that he says it and the way his cheeks light up red tells Jessie everything she needs to know. "Oh dude you're whipped."

- "What?"

- "You've got a thing for him! He probably noticed."

- That sends Jake down a spiral. He at least wanted the chance to explain his feelings before you dumped your friendship

- He manages to wait until after he gets off of work to go to your apartment, knocking on the door a number of times before you answer

- You're in pajama's when you answer, finding Jake at your door

- Before you can even ask him what he's doing there he starts speaking

- "I know you have a boyfriend and everything so I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable but I really really like you. Like I'd totally kiss you if you were single and we could like hold hands and stuff and cuddle and do all that cheesy couple stuff. I'd even let you steal my clothes if you wanted, even my Lightning McQueen shirt. But I really wanna stay your friend too and I know you probably don't like me-"

- You cut off his mad rambling by pulling him into a kiss

- You pull him into your apartment by his shirt a moment later, refusing to stop kissing him as you do

- The two of you officially start dating soon, though you decide to keep it a secret for a bit, unsure on how your companies would react to each of you dating a rival

- The two of you don't need to be public though, just content on being together

Thats all!

As always feel free to leave any questions, requests, or heacanons of your own in my ask box! Its always open! If I missed any important warnings please let me know so I can add them!

And as always my non-writing blog is dionboop!

Thank you!!

[lixxen]

Foolishly Wrong (Luke x Male!Reader)

This is heavily influenced by Foolishly Wrong by Autoheart! This song has been the only song I've listened to in about a week. On repeat.

I'm starting this while in a manic episode, so let's see how good this is lol. This is going to be based off of a real relationship or two, so I'm sorry for everything. I will get carried away. I've been meaning to write for this mother fucker for a hot second and have another draft going for him. He's, uh, OOC I'm pretty sure. I'm reflecting too much of someone else onto him. So, cheers.

(Edit: I finished this around 3am and I am barely conscious. And crying.)

Dedicated to every lovely Stroma Boy writer on this platform. Also specifically, @neptuneswritingwork. I gotta dedicate my Stroma Boys works to you because you have to listen to my asks <3

Warning for (light?) angst and souring relationships/arguing over cheating.

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It started off like any college relationship in movies.

Fleeting smiles and a quick laugh when coffee gets dropped. The scrambling of words and an apology. Hands brushing each other by accident when reaching for the same object.

Then came the awkward flirting, which wasn't normal for Luke. It baffled everyone who knew Luke to see him nervous and off of his game.

Then the confession.

Y/n had never been more happy when Luke had asked him out. Everything seemed like it was out of a fairytale when it happened. He hadn't expected it and he automatically accepted it. He liked Luke, and as a freshman he wanted to have some type of stability and someone to simply be with when things got hard.

The relationship started easily. The two of them knew each other enough to put their differences aside and spent any time they could together. Everyone noticed how well the two got along and made it work. Their schedules kept them apart sometimes, but they made it work as best as they could.

The first year passed and sophomore year for the two of them came like a storm. Luke gotten promotion as the head DJ, as the senior DJ had graduated, and Y/n had taken up more clubs.

Everything was fine. They struggled to plan, but they were getting there. Sometimes the two would get cross with the other simply because the other had made a comment about something. Thankfully, they would apologize and move on.

Then another year passed. Jesse and Becca had gotten their internships. Y/n and Luke became busy with their majors and work.

Y/n sat in the music booth with Luke, picking at some type of take out in his lap. He wasn't paying attention to the music that was quietly playing in the background. It was a remix that Becca had made. It wasn't bad, but Y/n didn't care for it. He didn't care for the genres that she had chosen for it.

"What do you think, love?" Luke asked out of nowhere.

Y/n looked up from his food and simply shrugged.

"It's a remix." Y/n simply answered. Luke scoffed and rolled his eyes.

There it was.

Y/n saying something and Luke seemingly having a problem with it.

"What? I'm just saying. It's a remix. I don't care for them as much. You know that, Luke. Becca is good at what she does. But she's made better ones." Y/n rolled his eyes eyes and pushed his knee against the desk so his swivel chair turned away from Luke.

Y/n and Luke's relationship had started to strain within the last few months. Y/n had started to spend more time with his classmates now that he had to focus on his course work and a lot of it was peer reviewed. Luke was around Becca a lot more since she was taking lead in the internship, unlike Jesse. Y/n couldn't show up to the booth as much anymore, which led to Luke texting him 24/7.

Not that it was a problem for Luke to text him. But Y/n was just as busy as Luke. He couldn't reply every time Luke texted. That made Luke upset.

"I know, but you could at least be nice about it. You know how important these things are to me." Luke looked at Y/n from the corner of his eye. "You're lucky Becca wasn't here to hear that."

"If she asked me I would have told her that it isn't my cup of tea but it is good. I wouldn't be an asshole to her. I know how much she means to you." Y/n felt anger bubble up in his chest.

"Whatever." Luke didn't say anything else.

Y/n shook his head slightly and went back to picking at his food.

He didn't want to argue with Luke. He really didn't. But the two of them were starting to just realize their differences weren't that great after all. They were also taking their anger out on each other and it was slowly eating at the two. Luke seemed to be insecure underneath his rough exterior and Y/n was tired and tired of just everything.

It made Y/n sad to think about it, but he knew their time was running out. He genuinely loved Luke, but they were destroying each other ever so slowly.

Y/n's phone buzzed and it started to play his chipper ringtone. Y/n and Luke looked at the phone before Y/n picked it up. He answered it and pressed it to his ear.

"Yup?" Y/n stood up and walked out of the booth, leaving Luke to stare after him.

Y/n's conversation was too quiet for Luke to hear and he didn't respond much other than yes and no's. When he was done he stepped back into the booth to see Luke frowning at him.

"My groupmates need me for our project." Y/n reached out to put a hand on Luke's shoulder. "I'm sorry but this can't wait. Our deadline is tomorrow and we thought we had it squared away."

"Ah, so you're going to leave me for that bloke you're always with?" Luke looked away from Y/n, whose face changed from his sad frown to a shocked look.

Where was this coming from.

"What do you mean that bloke I'm always with?" Y/n's voice held an edge to it and it came out through gritted teeth.

Was he trying to say Y/n was cheating on him with Steven from group? His close friend that he became close to because of their classes?

"You know exactly what I'm saying, Y/n. You always leave at the drop of the dime whenever he calls." Luke had the same edge in his voice and Y/n could see him gripping onto his ballpoint pen.

"Steven calls because he's the head of our group. We have an ongoing project that is very time sensitive. If I wanted to cheat on you I'd be sneakier than that bloke I'm always with. You wouldn't even fucking know him." Y/n took his hand from Luke's shoulder and tried to burry his bubbling anger. "I can't fucking believe you right now. You're always with Becca and I don't accuse you with cheating."

"Becca is my intern. Like you said, if I wanted to cheat on you then you wouldn't know her." Luke wasn't even looking at Y/n and it pissed him off.

"Whatever. I'm going to work on my fucking project. Call me when you pull your head out of your fucking ass, Lucas." Y/n snatched his bag and food from the desk and stormed out of the booth.

Once Luke could hear the front door slam shut, he slams his fist onto the table and swears loudly.

-

"You're the stupidest man I've ever met."

Luke frowned at Becca's words.

"Becca, don't say that." Luke hated how she stared at him, flabbergasted.

"Why? You're literally the stupidest person I have ever met. You literally accused your boyfriend of cheating. For what reason? Because he spends his time doing school work and working with his classmates? And specifically one calls him to work more than the others?" Becca scoffed at Luke.

"But what if he is cheating?" Luke looked back up to Becca.

"Then he's cheating. He's a piece of shit then. Break up with him." Jesse chimed in as he walked into the room, carrying a bag of take-out. "Are you being insecure again, Luke?"

"Fuck off, Jesse." Luke didn't want Jesse, of all people, to criticize him.

"What are you afraid of?" Becca asked him. "Being alone? You two are slowly falling apart because you two can't handle your own emotions. You two obviously love each other but you don't share a future."

"No. But what else am I supposed to do?" Luke asked as Jesse handed him his order.

"Talk it out or break up." Becca shrugged. "Simple as that."

-

Y/n and Luke laid in Luke's bed quietly.

Luke's fingers were brushing through Y/n's hair slowly as the two simply stared up at the roof.

"I love you." Luke was the one who spoke up first.

"I love you too." Y/n responded in a soft tone.

-

Y/n couldn't shake the pit in his stomach as a single message stared at him from his phone screen.

We need to talk

"Fuck." Y/n placed a hand over his mouth and clicked his phone off, not opening the text.

"What's wrong?" Steven asked from next to Y/n. Steven was writing notes into his notebook; copying Y/n's notes since he missed that lecture for a doctor's appointment.

"Luke wants to talk." Y/n moved the hand over his mouth to rub his eyes.

"Oh eesh. Good luck with that." Steven looked back to his notes quickly. "I wouldn't want to be caught up in one of those."

"What should I do?" Y/n asked Steven as his hands dropped into his lap.

"Break up with him." Steven simply shrugged. "You two are bad for each other now. I remember when you two used to be two peas in a pod and the cutest couple ever. Now it's like watching two cats fight."

"You're breaking my heart, Steven." Y/n groaned and leaned back into his chair, closing his eyes.

"It isn't my fault you two can't handle your own baggage and take it out on each other." Steven sounded tired. "You two obviously just don't work anymore. Be friends or just split. It isn't hard, Y/n."

"I can't just drop him. I want to work this out." Y/n didn't know how he felt in reality. He couldn't handle it anymore to the point where he wouldn't respond to messages automatically. Which made Luke spam him until he answered.

"You're either really into this dude and want to try and make something out of this or you're the most stubborn dumbass I know. You know that, right?" Steven had shaken his head, but Y/n couldn't see it.

Y/n also couldn't see Steven freezing up as Luke walked towards him.

Steven and Luke made eye contact; Steven's mouth opening slightly as he tried to form words and Luke frowned at him.

"Ah shit." Steven got out.

"Ah shit what? Did you fuck up my notes?" Y/n didn't want to open his eyes.

"Actually, he saw me." Luke had reached the table and spoke up.

Y/n jumped and sat back up quickly.

"Luke?" Y/n gasped.

"You didn't answer my text." Luke simply responded.

"We're working and I put my phone on silent." Y/n easily let a lie out of his mouth to hope and not irritate Luke.

"Bullshit." Luke frowned. "Just come talk with me."

"Fine." Y/n stood up and shoved his phone into his pocket before following Luke to the back area of the library. Thankfully, no one was around.

"What is so important that you had to track me down?" Y/n frowned.

"We need to do something about us." Luke simply said.

"Like what?" Y/n shrugged.

"Fix our communication. Our time together. Stop arguing." Luke pointed out the obvious ones.

"Fix you accusing me of things would be one." Y/n felt petty for saying it and the satisfaction of seeing Luke's face looking regretful snuffed it out.

"That also. It was stupid of me to say that." Luke admitted.

"It really was. I know I haven't been the best boyfriend, but I didn't want to accuse you of anything. I wouldn't think you'd cheat on me." Y/n kept a straight face.

"But... could we fix this?" Luke motioned between the two. "Or do you think that we need to work on ourselves and just split it off?"

"I... I don't know Luke, in all honestly. I love you so much but we're not good for each other anymore." Y/n had to be honest. "I can't take the arguing and the spiteful shit anymore. I don't want to feel stressed whenever I get a text."

"What do you suggest then?" Luke asked.

"We need to split. Cut it off." Y/n felt anxiety and fear spike through him. The sadness already seeping through him. "We can't do this, Luke. Maybe in a year or two."

"You know that won't happen." Luke shook his head. Luke looked like he was ready to crack and cry. "We might never go back."

"I'm willing to risk that if it means to escape this hell we've created, Luke. I can't anymore." Y/n could feel the tears already forming.

"Y/n..." Luke started but stopped.

This was it, wasn't it.

Y/n knew it would end, but not this quickly. Not some shitty breakup in a library with Steven waiting at their study table.

"I'm sorry, Luke." Y/n shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry." Luke was actually crying. For the first time in the three years he knew Y/n, he was crying. "Goodbye."

The two of them reached out and hugged each other before Luke left him standing in the science fiction section.

Y/n waited until he knew Luke would be gone before going back to Steven. Steven was watching with wide eyes as Y/n sagged into his seat and started to sob.

The tears came fast as his body fully tensed up. His mouth open as he couldn't stop the heart wrenching noises from coming from his mouth. Steven hugged Y/n and let Y/n curl into him as he sobbed.

The other tables had stopped to watch the two, knowing what happened. The campus wasn't small but it wasn't super big either. People knew Luke and by default Y/n.

Steven rubbed Y/n's back as his friend sobbed.

Y/n could feel his phone vibrate in his pocket and he ignored it to continue his crying.

-

Goodbye

[dimepdf]

absolutely losing my fucking mind at your vigilante/m!reader. its exquisite. you write him so well. i’m on my knees begging for a part 2 (if you wanna write it of course)

JUST MY TYPE. + VIGILANTE ᵀᵂᴼ

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you’re the reason why Vigilante has a “type”.

pairing. adrian chase x reader

genre and warnings. 18+ under cut MDNI, pre-Vigilante, swearing, Adrian being Adrian, mentions of mental disorder, reader is black, oral (male receiving) | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

“Do you want to give me a handjob?”

Adrian compared the question to a shot in the dark, as he had been told by many people throughout his life that his understanding of social situations was fucked up.

When his therapist first mentioned that he had Alexithymia, he didn't seem surprised. The young boy had to sit awkwardly between his parents, as they sobbed, wondering what went wrong as parents.

Adrian would have to admit that it was the cause of his parent's divorce.

The couple feared that every step they took in front of him would force him to snap and turn into the murder they'd see on the news someday.

Adrian would be lying if he said he didn't mind if the people around him were afraid to approach him. That was everyone except you, of course. 

Maybe it was mainly because you treated him as if he wasn't a ticking time bomb like everyone else in his life. As if you didn't bother to tiptoe around him like his parents when speaking to him.

Adrian admired how you treated him as if he were anyone else. 

It was one of the characteristics that made him smitten with you: the way you freely joked with him, how you didn't scold him when he made a simple mistake, and the times you went out of your way to make him feel included when having to beg Gut to stay in the garage while you were over.

Maybe that's why he was so fond of putting your cock in his mouth. Having you under him, laying on his bed, and moaning because his tongue is wrapped around your shaft.

“Holy shit, how are you so good at this.” Adrian hummed in response to your question, the deep and somber tone of your voice flushing his cheeks as he tried to concentrate solely on pleasing you as he peeked up and swallowed.

Your lips were wide lazily open, as your eyelids were pressed shut as he watched your head lean farther back into his pillow.

He traced his hot tongue along your vein, watching as your body reacted, your chest heaving and deep whimpers escaping your throat.

When Adrian tried to pull away, your fingers tangled in his hair and your hips pushed desperately into his mouth. Adrian felt like he was going to melt.

Every time he pulled away, you felt your hips desperately thrust into his mouth.

He didn't bother to hide the smile that formed on his wet lips as you pushed his head further down your length, listening to the string of swears that you groaned as you came undone in his mouth.

Adrian nervously swallowed the taste of you down his throat as he went to wipe the shine from his mouth, watching as you took a minute to recover your breath.

The man shudders as he sees your chest rise and fall so swiftly, knowing that it's all his fault. "Did you learn how to do that somewhere?" You murmured, still breathing heavily, extending to sit with your back against the headboard

You glanced across at the brunette across from you, who seemed to stare at your physique with a lazy smile.

"I don't know; it's basic stuff I've seen on the internet." Adrian's smile was replaced with a self-conscious look as he suddenly realized how nake he was sitting in front of you. Sitting up to cross his arms to lessen the awkwardness.

You chortled and tucked yourself back into your boxers, completely oblivious to the hurricane of emotions that was raging through his mind.

Adrian swore he felt his heart physically shatter only being able to watch you stand up and redress silently, fearing that if he spoke, his words would betray him. 

Bringing a hand to his lips as he traced over the ghosting sensation of his mouth being wrapped against you.

You came to a halt as you saw Adrian appear to slip into a trance.

Exhaling a short laugh before lightly grabbing a fistful of the brunette's hair and carefully tilting his head to gaze up at you before leaning down and resting your lips on his.

The motion was more than enough to wash away Adrian's burdened sensation in his chest. 

The male sighed again as you moved away, your thumb trailing down his bottom lip humming, the sensation of your hands tangled in his hair making him feel light-headed as you pushed away.

"Do you want to hang out again without Gut again tomorrow?"

previously…

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

"Whatever you do, do not make a sound." reader tends to find himself in danger a lot so vigilante gives him his number (to call if he’s ever in danger or needs help) and reader calls him when someone breaks into his house.

vigilante x male reader

Hey there, anon! Thank you so much for the ask! I hope you like what I came up with!

TW: Graphic violence, guns

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You woke up to the sound of breaking glass as the window in your living room was smashed. Jumping out of bed, you peeked out your bedroom door. The intruders were too far away to see, but you could make out at least three distinct male voices.

Running back to the bed, you grabbed your phone and dove into the closet, shutting the door behind you. You quickly dialed 911, but just before you hit dial you hesitated. The last time someone in your neighborhood had called the police in an emergency, it had taken them almost 50 minutes to show up. Taking a deep breath, you opened your contact list instead and clicked on the newest saved name. I can’t believe I’m about to do this.

A chipper, lighthearted voice answered. “Hey, who’s this?”

“Is this……Vigilante?”

“No! Why would you think this is Vigilante? Do I sound like a badass superhero?....IF Vigilante is even a superhero! How should I know? I mean, I read about him….you know…in the newspapers. Or online. So, I am assuming you mean that Vigilante. Who isn’t me. I don’t know where yo-”

“Listen!” you whispered as loudly as you dared. “It’s the guy you saved at the convenience store. And the pharmacy. And behind the mall. And outside the gym. You gave me your number in case I needed help again because I keep ending up in these dangerous situations?”

“OH!!! That guy! Then yeah, this is Vigilante.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to believe this was the person you were about to ask to save you. Again. “Listen, someone just broke into my house. I’m hiding in my closet, but I’m afraid of what they’ll do if they find me.”

“How many are there?” The goofy, light tone in Vigilante’s voice mostly faded as he took in the seriousness of the situation.

“Not sure. At least three by the sounds of it.” You heard a loud crash, but this time it was much closer. “Hurry! I don’t know how much longer it’ll be before they find me.”

“Text me your address and put your phone on silent. I will be there as soon as I can. And from this point on, whatever you do, do not make a sound.” The phone went dead.

You quickly followed his instructions then waited. As you cowered behind your row of clothes, you tried to keep your breathing as soft and even as possible. But this became more and more difficult the closer the sounds of the intruders got.

Eventually, you heard footsteps enter your bedroom. Holding your breath, you prayed the man wouldn’t look in the closet. However, just seconds later, the door swung open, and you were staring face to face with one of the intruders.

The man smiled down at you with a wicked smirk. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like the house wasn’t empty after all. Guess it’s time for the real fun to begin.”

He started to reach down to grab your arm when – BAM! His head exploded into a dozen pieces, showering you with blood and brain matter. You gawked down at yourself in utter horror, barely fighting the intense urge to vomit.

Whipping your head back up, you saw a costume-clad figure step into view. Vigilante leaned over and waved at you with the hand that wasn’t holding the shotgun. “Hey there, bud! Seems I got here just in time!”

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I Bet My Life (H.G Wells x Male!Reader)

H.G Wells x Male! Reader

So uh, hiya. This is for Time After Time. I haven't finished it yet, but I'm on episode 8 or 9. So uh, yeah, the ending is based off of what I wish would happen. I also chose the first H.G gif I found lol. So, sorry guys. That's the gif you get. Also didn't beta/edit this. rip

Sorry lads that its Male!Reader, I simply cannot function outside of my little gay pea brain sometimes. Yes this is based off of an Imagine Dragons song, shut up.

Anyways, I wrote this 3k word monstrosity in about an hour and a half based off of an idea I pitched to another writer.

For @neptuneswritingwork

Warnings: Angst, anxiety attacks(?)

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It was late at night in the Wells’ Estate.

It wasn’t uncommon for H.G to call many people to his home at this time, but tonight felt different. It was raining and it had set a mood for the den. The friends inside were chatting quietly amongst each other, talking about their respective academics and news.

Watching from the side of the room was a single person, a male who was barely dressed for the occasion. Ever so slightly overdressed, as he never understood how to dress for this class and function. It took him years of interacting with H.G to gain the knowledge to interact with H.G’s colleagues.

The man brought his glass of some type of expensive whiskey to his mouth and took a long sip. The taste burned his tongue and the liquid lit his throat on fire as it went down. It felt almost as if the liquid had a distaste for him like most of the folks in the room. The man sighed as he sat the glass onto the fire mantle next to him.

The man loved H.G to death, but he never understood why H.G had the need to invite him to these parties. Only a few of H.G’s friends genuinely liked the man and got along with him. H.G always complained that the man wasn’t social enough and needed to get along with his friends. The man never openly disagreed, but he wished that H.G wouldn’t at least abandon him during these gatherings.

A soft knock at the door drew the man’s thoughts away from the party. He walked out of the small den and into the foyer. He waved the housekeep away with a small motion and a smile before he opened the door.

Behind the door stood Dr. John Stevenson; one of the only friends of H.G that genuinely enjoyed his presence.

“Y/n. I’m surprised to see you here.” John’s mouth turned from a straight expression to a genuine smile as he walked in. John put his hand on Y/n’s forearm and squeezed it lightly.

“Same for you, Dr. Stevenson. You’re late as always.” Y/n smiled back at John as he had sat his bad next to the door.

“Well, it is better late than not to show up.” John patted Y/n’s arm after he let him go.

Y/n shook his head and followed John towards the den, where H.G had rejoined the group once more. H.G’s face looked slightly strained as he was talking to Jamenson, but the second his eyes found Y/n his face relaxed. H.G then looked at John and laughed.

“Look who showed up!” H.G stood up and clapped once. “You’re soaking, John!”

“I am not that soaked, H.G.” John shook his head as H.G walked over to John and Y/n.

H.G stood close to Y/n, close enough where their arms brushed each other. Just enough for Y/n to be able to feel him.

“I’m guessing Y/n let you in?” H.G tilted his head towards Y/n but kept looking at John.

“Of course. He was delightful as always. I understand why you have him around all the time, H.G.” John spoke with a genuine smile that made Y/n happy. The other men in the room didn’t seem to agree with their expressions, but they did not say anything. “My friend, you were talking to me about your machine last night. Would you be so kind as to show me?”

H.G grinned at the mention of his time machine, which he and Y/n had been fussing over for the last few months. H.G would work on it for nights upon nights and Y/n would have to come to the basement to drag the man back into the real world. Y/n didn’t know if it would work or not. The science was there, but it was untested. It could all just be a dream that would be shattered the second they tested it.

“I would love to see your machine, Wells.” Jamenson stood up, prompting the other men to nod in agreement.

“Well, come along and I will show you.” H.G waved them along with him.

The group followed H.G down to his basement and H.G explained the machine to the lot of them. How the machine should work, the key that controlled the machine. The theoretics of it. Everything that Y/n had memorized by now.

A few of the men made jokes before heading back up; leaving John, H.G and Y/n in the basement. Y/n watched as John’s expression became odd. He had never seen John’s expression twist in such a way, especially when John thought no one was looking.

When John asked H.G what was stopping him from trying it, Y/n had felt an odd feeling in his stomach. Something was wrong and Y/n didn’t know how to explain it. He had felt this before, but not around John or H.G. It was odd and Y/n hated it.

The two men laughed at whatever they were saying and it snapped Y/n out of his thoughts. H.G and Y/n made eye contact and Y/n smiled at H.G. The three started to walk up the stairs together. Y/n could feel H.G’s hand on his back as they walked up. The small contact was all they could share while the other men were here. John knew of their activities behind closed doors, but he never spoke of them with them. Y/n knew that John knew, especially with the small looks that John gave to the two of them when they had thought no one was looking. Y/n always caught them and smiled back.

The three made it to the top of the stairs as the knock on the door came. H.G voiced how odd it was that someone would be knocking his late as he went towards the door. Y/n stepped a few feet away from the basement and John, stopping only when Scotland Yard stepped through the door. They had announced The Ripper had struck again and were doing searches.

Y/n bit his lip, feeling remorse for the woman who must have died merely hours ago. Y/n turned to say something to John but stopped as he opened his mouth. John was gone and the door was cracked. Y/n glanced around before turning back to the police. They had John’s bag and were opening it.

Y/n felt his heart skip a beat as the police showed a bloody knife.

H.G turned to Y/n and the basement door.

“Where’s John?” H.G asked.

“I don’t know. He just disappeared.” Y/n felt fear crawling over his skin. He had been close friends with The Ripper this whole time. He invited The Ripper into his own home and had dinner with him in intimate quarters.

H.G pushed past Y/n as the room erupted into chaos. Y/n turned to watch H.G disappear down into the basement. It didn’t click for a second as people around him were yelling. Them calling John’s name and H.G’s name filled his ears. Then it clicked.

The time machine.

Y/n lurched forward before he started to walk back down into the basement. Y/n took the steps two at a time, hoping that he would get down quick enough. Within a few seconds, he found out he wasn’t quick enough.

Y/n stopped at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the time machine. It was whirring away and slowly freezing over just like H.G had predicted. Within the machine sat H.G, who was looking back at him.

“NO!” Y/n lurched forward again, holding a hand out.

H.G yelled something that Y/n couldn’t hear. Y/n just saw H.G speaking from the other side of the glass before the frost covered it. Y/n made it a few steps towards the machine before it disappeared with a small blast. Y/n fell backwards, onto the ground, as it hit him.

Y/n sat on the ground, eyes wide.

Y/n blinked at the empty space in front of him before reality slowly crept in. Panic started to climb through his lungs, burning up his throat as it slowly closed. Y/n’s eyes started to tear up as he moved to sit on his knees.

“H.G…” Y/n whispered it and it came out broken. “Please don’t be gone.”

Y/n looked around the room and wiped his eyes.

The time machine was really gone. H.G and assumingly John was also gone. This means that it worked.

It worked.

That means that H.G and John were gone.

“NO!” Y/n screamed into the room. His voice cracked towards the end and he slammed his fists onto the ground.

What if they didn’t come back? What if H.G gets stuck in the future and cannot come back. What if the machine breaks and he cannot come back? What if H.G gets killed or captured? Forever stuck in the future against his will?

What if H.G decides he wants to stay in the future and not come back? Abandoning him in the past for him to pay for everything that they had created up to now. He could fall in love with some man or woman wherever he went and not want to leave them in the future; abandoning them like he had just done to Y/n.

Y/n’s eyes stung as his thoughts went wild. The different possibilities cemented their way into Y/n’s brain as he started to sob on the concrete floor. He couldn’t handle the idea that H.G would simply leave him in 1893 and not come home automatically, with or without John.

Hands came to Y/n’s arms and Y/n tried to push them off. He blinked as the tears kept blocking his view and he raised a hand to wipe his tears. He kept pushing the person off as they tried to help him get to his feet, which he started to stand on his own after a moment.

Y/n turned to see Mrs. Nelson, the housekeeper, trying to grab onto his arm as Scotland Yard stood on the stairs. The policemen were staring at him in confusion while the other guests were in shock. The guests then looked to Y/n, who was now holding back more tears.

“It worked.” Jamenson spoke up first. “Bloody hell.”

“What worked?” One of the policemen asked.

“The bloody time machine.” Another man spoke up. “John must have taken it first. Bloody maniac.”

Mrs. Nelson slowly brought Y/n up the stairs and the men moved out of the way.

“What’s his problem?” One of the policemen whispered just loud enough for Y/n to hear once they got to the top of the stairs.

“He, Wells, and Stevenson were good friends; he was closer to them than we ever were. If Stevenson is in fact The Ripper and if Wells and Stevenson are gone, his only form of family is gone.” One of the men responded.

“The poor man.”

-

Y/n stared blankly at the fireplace as Mrs. Nelson moved around the room.

It was day four, Y/n believed. He hasn’t been keeping track.

But H.G and John hadn’t come home yet.

Y/n hadn’t felt this way in years. Not since his late parents passed. Not since his wife had left him for another man. Not since his child hadn’t made it to birth. This was a cold feeling that made his fingertips numb. It spread slowly from his fingers and up into his elbows. It made him feel stiff and fake. Like nothing would be able to break his trance and bring life back into him.

Not even the warm tea that Mrs. Nelson would slowly put into his hands and slowly guide the first sip. Not the warm stew she prepared for him every night.

Only H.G coming back, maybe even with John, could fix the hollow and cold feeling that had come to occupy him.

Oh, how Y/n missed H.G dearly.

Y/n would never admit it out loud, but ever since H.G had taken Y/n into his arms and home he had been the happiest he had ever been. H.G had invited Y/n to stay with him for a bit while he was sorting out what to do with his life. Then it slowly turned from getting his life together to something else. It first started with small fleeting touches, the brushing of hands and quickly removing them once noticed. The touches soon came to be welcomed and invited. Then it slowly turned into finding each other’s rooms at night or finding H.G in the basement working on the time machine. Then it turned into small kisses and tender holdings. All things that couples would do.

Y/n sniffled as he thought it over.

This wouldn’t be the first time that H.G had disappeared from his life suddenly. But that was before they had come to this relationship. The two had gotten into an argument over the machine. H.G had come back two days later and apologized.

After that, the two had become an item unintentionally and had come this far. It was unfair that H.G had left him in 1893. Y/n knew that H.G had left in a hurry, but he should have brought Y/n with him.

Y/n didn’t want to be alone.

Y/n didn’t want to lose H.G.

-

Y/n didn’t know what the date was.

Mrs. Nelson had let guests come and go. Some of the men that were there that night came to tell Y/n that Stevenson’s name had been cleared. They simply believed that John couldn’t have done this. It simply didn’t add up to them.

Y/n hadn’t cared. He didn’t speak or look at them as they spoke. He just stared at the fire as it crackled. The heat against his face was barely keeping him awake and sane. The men gave up after trying to convince him to go, saying that H.G will either never come back or will come back eventually.

Still, he did not move.

Not until today.

There was a creak in the floor boards then a dull thud from below. Y/n blinked and slowly turned his head when he felt the thud. He looked down at the ground as he slowly frowned. It then clicked what it must be.

Pushing himself up, Y/n could feel every muscle in his body ache and burn from the lack of use. His body felt like it was on fire and being pierced by a million syringes. He stumbled to his feet, tripping over himself and catching himself on the coffee table. He groaned silently as he pushed himself up once again.

Ignoring the pain in his legs, Y/n ran towards the basement door. As he opened it, he could hear two voices from the bottom of the stairs.

H.G and John.

Y/n stumbled down the stairs, almost tripping over himself multiple times as he could see John and H.G standing in front of the time machine. Y/n stopped at the foot of the stairs to stare at the two. H.G’s eyes widened as they stared at each other.

Anger and happiness bubbled up from his stomach, filling him in a violent concoction of emotions. It felt like his soul had finally returned to his body and he was breathing after drowning.

“H.G.” Y/n teared up and stumbled towards H.G, who was finally grinning at him.

“Y/n!” H.G held out his arms and caught Y/n in his arms. “I am so sorry, my love.”

Y/n started to cry, hiccuping as he leaned into H.G’s arms.

H.G was real. He was solid and warm. H.G was ever so slightly shaking as he held Y/n close to him. Y/n was gripping onto the back of his jacket. The jacket smelled weird and oddly like lavender. Y/n felt H.G’s hands petting his head as he whispered sweet things into his ear. H.G pressed his lips into the side of Y/n’s head.

Y/n looked up to H.G, whose hands slowly slid to hold Y/n’s cheeks in his palms.

H.G had small cuts across his face and looked like he had seen hell. His face was also clean shaven, which was very odd to see. But it was still the same H.G.

“Why would you leave me?” Y/n hiccuped. H.G brushed a tear from Y/n’s cheek and shook his head. “I thought you wouldn’t come back for me.”

“Please forgive me for all I've done, my love.” H.G’s voice was quiet and soft. He had a saddened look on his face. “I didn't mean to leave you like this. I had ran after John in a split second decision and missed you every single second I was away. I would never leave you for anything, my love.”

Y/n’s body shook as a small laugh bubbled up. H.G gave Y/n a small smile.

“You wouldn’t?” Y/n tried to blink away the rest of his tears.

“Never, my love. I will always come back for you.” H.G kissed Y/n’s nose. “I would bet my life for you, my love. Anything to see you again.”

H.G pressed his forehead to Y/n’s and Y/n closed his eyes. He couldn’t be happier that H.G was back and wouldn’t leave him.

“I love you, H.G.” Y/n whispered and opened his eyes again.

H.G looked Y/n in the eyes and smiled before kissing Y/n.

“I love you too.”