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denim-devil · 2 years

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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-“

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mlm-writer · 2 years

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And They Were Roommates (Adrian Chase x M!Reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase (Peacemaker ver.) x Homosexual Male Reader (trans-reader friendly) For the pride prompt: Roommate thinks he is homophobic, because gay reader kissing men on the couch angers him inexplicably much. Turns out he doesn't mind reader kissing men as long as the man whom reader is kissing is him. Rating: Mature for strong language and implied sex Words: 1732 POV: Third Summary: Adrian thought he was ok with his roommate being gay, but now he is experiencing some emotions that make him suspect he may be... homophobic. Notes: Happy Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. At some point Adrian picks the reader up, so this work might not be for all plus-sized readers, based on how strong you headcanon Adrian. Tags: fluff & angst, love confessions, gay awakening, Leota being tired of the emotional incompetence, reader likes to fuck, jealousy and first kiss

“Hey, just wanted to let you know. I’m gay and I might bring a guy here from time to time. Is that ok?”

It was ok. Adrian told his second best friend so 7 months ago, when they met and started being roommates. He was not homophobic; he was progressive as fuck. He did not even feel like his heterosexuality was under attack, when his roommate would flirt with him as a joke. So why did he feel sick to his stomach when he came home today and caught his roommate making out with a guy? “Oh sorry, I thought you were gonna be out until late,” his roommate told him as he stopped sticking his tongue down some random guy’s throat. Adrian told him it was ok.

However, now he was in his bedroom and even the thought of his roommate still being on the couch and kissing that other guy made him feel sick. The idea that they might have had sex earlier or were about to have sex disgusted him. However, it was not as disgusting as how he felt for even having these feelings. “Get your act together, man! I am not a homophobe!” He told himself.

A week passed by. Adrian did not see anyone besides his roommate in his house. Then he left to meet up with the 11th Street Kids and walked past a well-built man in the hallway. He had not seen him before and grew suspicious. He waited by the stairs, then heard a door open, followed by his roommate flirtatiously inviting the man inside. The stomachache returned. Adrian wanted to die of shame every time he saw a guest of his roommate arrive or leave and felt like throwing up. The shame turned into anger.

It was another one of those nights, where he was in a bad mood all shift, because he ran into another hunky dude, before leaving for work. When he opened the door, that same guy was putting his coat on. “Oh hey man, I was just leaving. Nice shirt.”

Adrian looked down, finding out he was wearing a grey shirt with a DnD reference on it. “Yeah, bet you think it would look better on you with your bulky muscles.”

“What?” “What next? You’re going to say I have nice shoes? Think you can walk better in them than I can?” “You’re not making any sense, dude…” “Fuck out of my apartment!”

The guy put his coat on faster and basically rushed out. “Jeez dude, you don’t have to be such a dick.”

When he was out, Adrian slammed the door closed behind him. “What the fuck, Adrian? Why are you such an asshole lately?” Adrian stammered, unsure of the answer. “Do you have a problem with me being gay?”

Adrian shook his head as fast as he could. “What? No! I am not a homophobe!”

“Then what is your problem man?” “I don’t like having those guys here!”

“Oh my god!” Adrian stared at his roommate shouting out in frustration. He came closer, a fire in his eyes. “You are such a hypocrite! Did you ever hear me complain when you had Chris and whatever woman here?” Adrian looked down in shame and shook his head. “Like you three were full on being all over each other in our kitchen and you can’t even be cool about a guy putting his coat on!” Adrian wished the Earth would swallow him up. He had so many emotions he could not place, but the shame; that he could place on a pedestal right now.

“I’m sorry! I swear I do not care if you sleep with men or women… or both!” “I can’t deal with you right now.”

Adrian looked with puppy dog eyes at his roommate, as the man grabbed his coat and shoved his feet into his shoes. “So you’re ok with me sleeping with whoever I want to, as long as I don’t do it here?”

Adrian felt his stomach turn, nausea bubbling up. However, he did not want to lose one of his best friends. “Whom you sleep with is none of my business, especially if you don’t sleep with them here.” Those words came out of his mouth, but each of them twisted his guts. He watched the other leave, seeming just as upset as Adrian’s stomach.

Adrian couldn’t sleep that night. He could not stop thinking about his roommate, worried about where he went. He kept his bedroom door open, ears peeled for the sound of the front door opening. No such sound came. Adrian fell asleep shortly after daylight started creeping through his blinds. When he did finally hear something from the front door, it was Chris knocking like a maniac. “Coming!” Adrian called after he had fallen off the bed and picked himself up.

The second he opened the door, he was greeted with his best friend’s charm. “You look like shit,” Chris commented, before entering. He put the bags on the table and looked around. “Where is your roommate? I brought lunch for three.” Adrian blinked the sleepiness away, then remembered he was supposed to have lunch with his roommate and Chris today.

“He uh… needed to walk the dog.” “You don’t have a dog.” “He is walking the dog of a friend.” “Well then we can wait for him, I guess.” “No! It is uh… a big dog! That needs to walk a lot, because he is so big!” “Yeah that makes sense.”

Adrian was relieved he could convince Chris to just have lunch with him. He turned on the TV, continuing the series they started during their previous hangout. Adrian caught exactly zero of what was happening on the screen, mind still occupied with his roommate. Chris did not seem to notice. The episode was finished and there was no more food left. Chris turned to him, eyes going from the door to Adrian and back. “I think your roommate might have died. No dog needs a walk that long.”

Chris already stood up to go investigate the roommate’s disappearance. Adrian stepped out in front of him, blocking his way to the door. “I lied. We fought and he ran out. I’m sorry.”

Chris crossed his arms and Adrian felt more guilt swallow him up. He did not like lying to Chris, so it was not a surprise that he could not keep up the lie for a single day. “What did you fight about?” Adrian sighed and explained the whole situation and his theory of being possibly homophobic. His best friend thought about it and then told him to call Leota.

“Peacemaker, for fuck’s sake, can you at least not get yourself into trouble on our day off?” She answered the phone.

“It’s not me, it’s Vig. It’s an emergency.” And with those words he poked Adrian in his side. Adrian stared at the phone that was on his countertop, the speaker button selected.

“It’s always something with you boys…” “Leota, I think I might be homophobic.” “That’s the emergency?” “Please, I cannot live like this!”

Leota sighed and told him to do his story and do it quickly. Adrian told her about his roommate and how they had a great friendship that had been on eggshells lately. He told her about the rage and the sick feeling in his stomach. When he was done, he heard Leota sigh again, more exasperated now. “You’re not homophobic, you fucking idiot.” Adrian sighed in relief. “You’re jealous.”

Adrian took a moment to consider it. “What? No! I’m not jealous? Why would I be jealous? Sure, he has much more sex than I do, but…” “Not of the sex! God, do I need to spell it out? You’re in love with your roommate. Now go do something about it and don’t call me again. I have a wife to spend time with.”

She hung up, leaving Adrian with many, many thoughts. Chris started laughing. “Dude! You’re… oh my god that’s so funny!” Adrian couldn’t laugh. “Dude, you’re gay! Just like your dad!”

Adrian’s roommate came home eventually. Adrian had to sit with his thoughts, churn his feelings like butter and taste the bitterness in his mouth. It took some days, until they could hold a normal conversation again, but the friendliness between them had simmered down to a cold tolerance for one another. Adrian could not live like this, so he called off from work one night and cornered his roommate in their kitchen.

“Don’t you have to work?” “I’m in love with you.”

He did not mean to blurt it out like that, but he had enough time to think about it all. Their friendship was doomed without the truth. He felt like he would die if he had to see his roommate with another man again.

“I fucking knew it!” His roommate responded, the wave of his hand knocking over the saucepan on the stove. Its contents poured down to the floor, the man not quick enough to stop the boiling sauce from pouring over his bare feet. He screamed in pain and Adrian picked him up right away like he weighed nothing, running to the bathroom. Adrian sat his roommate down on the edge of the bathtub and grabbed the showerhead. He worked quickly to get lukewarm water over his roommate’s feet, washing away the sauce and soothing the burn. “Thank you,” the other muttered sheepishly.

Adrian then realised what he was doing, noticing how he had his arm swung around his roommate, noticing how the man was clinging onto him as well. He had no words, just a nod. There was no exchange of words, until Adrian had his roommate on the couch and he was crouching in front of it, bandaging up the burns, so the soothing cream he put on was not going to stain their couch and floor. “I’m sorry. I took all those men here to get you jealous. I should just have talked with you.”

Adrian finished up and kissed the man’s knee. “Well your strategy worked, so I am not mad about it, but… Could you maybe not do that anymore?” The man laughed and nodded his head, pulling Adrian up on the couch with him.

“On one condition.” Adrian’s eyebrows neared his hairline. “Kiss me.” His brows fell as he smiled and leaned in. They had a deal.

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percybeloved · 9 months

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tobyisher3 · 7 months

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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

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(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

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mothonfire · 2 years

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A Beer in a Wine Glass

read in ao3 || this masterlist

Adrian Chase // male!reader

Warnings ; mentions of blood, descriptions of smut.

Sipnosis ; Adrian gives you a blow job for pride month

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Cold, shining, golden beer was all you could think about. God, you could almost taste it, from the bar down the road, second tap to the left, Heineken; or, if you were lucky, one stubby of Estrella Galicia, just because it felt closer to home. The day was almost over, the vampires were killed, the mission was done for the day and that beer had light of its own inside your mind.

“You have no idea how bad I wanna get wasted right now,” Chris let his bag on your desk with a loud thud and clapped his hands.

“Fuck, yeah” Vigilante took his mask off, a drop of blood down the side of his face. You sighed, going into the bathroom and hoped he didn´t need stitches. It was almost last call and you wanted your beer, stitches would take for ever.

Emilia came back to the main room in your new headquarters, a small house on the outskirts. “There is no way you are drinking tonight” Adrian frowned, standing up from the office chair he was sitting on.

“Why not?” You came back, first aid kit in hand.

Emilia left a gun on her table. “I am a hundred percent sure you have a concussion”

“No, I do not!” He looked offended and you nudged him, gesturing to the table behind him. He half sat.

“You hit your head, on a traffic sign. Then fell off a cliff and landed on a rock”

He frowned. “Well not with my head!” You cleaned the trail of blood and took the hair out of his forehead. You knew your breath was hitting his cheek. He liked it.

“You were unconscious for twenty minutes!”

“I fell asleep!”

“Bullshit,”

“Oh no, Vig, dude” you covered your mouth and he looked up at you, wide eyed “I can see your brain spilling out your head!” You wanted to distract him, your head hurt a bit and his daily back and forth with Emilia was making you want he was unconscious again.

He stood up. “What?” it was kind of stupid how highpitched his scream was “Is it gonna fall off? Can it fall off? Oh, no, I like my brain inside my head dude! Quick, catch it” You started laughing a little and he stopped “Oh you were messing with me,” he sat back down with a small smile “that was funny”

“You are not drinking today,” he only needed butterfly stitches.

“Not you too!”

“I'm sorry,” you smiled “But you did hit your head pretty hard” You closed the cut “So no drinking”

He looked at you like if you had stabbed him. “That is so not fair,” he climbed off the table and stormed out the room. You closed the kit.

“There is no drinking for you either,” Harcourt said.

You snapped your head back. “What? Why?” You heard a muffed ‘Hah, loser’ from the other room and you frowned on it´s direction. Fucking hell.

“You are absurdly behind with your reports, I need at least the ones from last week for tomorrow” Emilia grabbed her things.

Man. “I'm not that behind, come on,” that cold beer was slowly drifting away from you.

Emilia gave you a look "Dude, come on, even Chris has written down more than you"

"Ah, suck it" he was smiling proudly, cleaning his helmet.

"Oh, piss off!" you got closer to Emilia and clasped your hands together "Please, please, I'll do them later" Devastating, absolutely devastating.

"No, you stay. It's an order"

You sighed, curling up your lip. Ow, man. "What a bummer" Vigilante mocked, holding himself by the door frame. The fucker was laughing a bit. He was also on black sweatpants and a tight shirt, some of the spare clothes he left in the HQ.

"You stay too," Emilia started walking away with everyone else "you need to start writing reports, we are paying you now"

"Hah, loser" you murmured and he frowned at you.

"It's not fun if you say it," and they all left the house.

You had more than a week of late reports. Eleven missions, if you were being precise. And that was going to take you all night. God you wished you had done them earlier, now you could be drinking. And you weren't drinking. You hated not drinking. You loved drinking. So much, man.

"This is so boring I think I'm going to die," in the span of an hour, Adrian had sat on the couch, thrown knives at the wall, eaten chocolate, hidden under a table, lost his phone, found it and stabbed a pencil in an apple.

"You could write reports," you looked back at him "that's just an idea"

"I don't wanna do that!" and he was back on the couch, like a vicious cycle. “It's boring, I need action” You went back to the writing. Just seven more to go. The silence didn't last long. “My legs feel like they are going to explode”

“You have been here for an hour,” your eyes were locked on the screen.

“And twenty-three minutes!”

Your head fell to your hands and you groaned, fingers pressed to your eyes, then intertwined on top of your mouth. “If you don't wanna be here, leave. I need to finish”

“I don't wanna leave,” he kind of murmured that one, sitting up on the couch. You made a face, frowning with your lip curled up and your eyes small. “I shouldn't leave you alone, it's late”

You kept the face “Okay, that is just bullshit”

“No-uh” he stood up, a defiant finger pointed at you. Kind of energetic and definitely out of place, absolutely comically stupid.

“Yuh-uh,” you stood up too, finger to his face. “I´m a fucking soldier” kind of.

He stared for a second. “I think you are a, uh, a small weak man and that—that you need me to protect you,” your mouth flew open. He was so obviously lying but it was funny to see him try.

“I could totally fuck you up,” you couldn’t help the smile.

“Oh, oh, umh there is no way in that, I´d win you with a hand to my back,” he raised his eyebrows at you “you have some uh, skinny wiggled arms, and some like, not at all strong hands and you are not—you don't,” he pointed a finger to you “you don't train as much as I do” He looked pretty satisfied with that.

“Mh, is that so?” The truth is that it wasn't true at all, you weren't as jacked as Peacemaker was but you handled yourself and you thought of yourself as a pretty good fighter. You knew Adrian though this too. “You think you can beat me in a fight, Chase?” That’s were he wanted to end. He was bored, when he was bored he needed to move and, for some reason he didn´t want to leave so he was provoking you. You found it pretty funny, how blandly obvious it was.

“I know it” and you punched him on the face.

It wasn't really that hard, not even half as hard as you normally would punch someone. You aimed for the jaw, so his glasses wouldn't take any damage. He stumbled back, got a hand to his jaw, looked at you half crouched and launched himself at you. He did not hit you as hard as he could have.

After a bit he grabbed your arm and tried to make you lose your balance, knock you down, but you kicked him and punched him again. He wasn't focused. You were good, really good, trained and skilled but Adrian would have been able to kill you with a good sharpened pencil only. But he didn't. In fact, he was losing.

It went on for a long while. Kicks and punches thrown there and then. He punched you once, on the nose, and you kicked him. In the motion he got a foot under you, making you fall back, to the couch. You sat there, confused for a second, looking up at him, chest heaving. You tried to stand up. He grabbed your wrists and you struggled, groaning. He leaned in, his weight helping him. He put one leg on either side of yours, knee next to the thigh. Your legs were spread open so it was hard for him to balance himself.

“Get off me,” your voice came out low, you tried to move your body one last time but he sank you further into the couch, both your hands trapped over your head now.

“I win,” and he was smiling. You were holding back, and now he was smiling down at you, sweat damping his hair, out of breath. Smiling.

You stared at him breathing out of your mouth. You really couldn't move. His whole weight on you. Well not all of it, he still had his knees on the couch. You kind of wished it was all of it. You just stared.

He had beautiful eyes, greenish blue. He had a small mole on his cheek and little freckles around it and his nose. You wondered where else he had them.

You swallowed hard, not struggling anymore though his grip did not loosen. He felt like he was closer now. In fact he was. Slowly, not smiling anymore, he was lowering his head. He blew a warm breath to your open mouth and you sighed, setting your hands free, grabbing his face, slamming him into you. He hummed with his throat, tilting his head. You opened your mouth again and deepened the kiss, he leaned in, body and soul. His belly pressed against the end of your chest. You let go of his face, slipped your hands down at his waist, slow at first, his skin felt too smooth to hurt it. He bit your bottom lip and stared into your eyes through his lashes, slowly pulling away, glasses at the end of his nose. You held his waist tightly, squeezing it a bit. He let a breath out, it was warm and made a small whining sound. You kissed him again, fingers digging to his flesh this time. He pressed himself closer, small sounds escaping every time air came between your lips. He held your face and pressed you further down, your fingertips rubbing the small of his back.

You weren't sure how long it took him to let go of your face and start fumbling with the buttons of your shirt, struggling with his mouth still over yours. After a bit he looked down, big wet sigh escaping his lips. He got the first button; the corner of his mouth twitched up and you felt it in the depths of your stomach. He got the second button.

You leaned up a bit. "Wait, there's blood on your face" it was over his mouth and on the tip of his nose, you reached up but his hand got there first. He didn't lose the smile, cleaning the blood with the back of his thumb.

He stopped to look at it and then at you, this other hand still half into your shirt. "I think it's yours," his voice was so low and his eyes so deep it took you a while to process what he had said. You blinked a few times.

"Oh, fuck, sorry," you tried to move, pressing your wrist to your nose. He cleaned himself a bit and went back to your shirt, tilting his head down to kiss your neck.

"Don't apologize," his voice came warm from under your ear, he was being quiet. You could feel his smile, "I was the one who punched you" He bit your skin and your head fell back onto the couch.

He unfastened the last button and half a second after his hands were inside the shirt. He couldn't stop, he had to touch you everywhere all at once, he pressed your ribs and chest as he sucked small dots bruising all over your throat. You pulled him up to kiss him again and he stood on his knees, drifting away slowly, smiling.

“It's odd to look up at you,” you whispered.

“What? Why?” you just wanted to see that confused frown again.

“Cause I'm always looking down,” you played with the fabric of his shirt “I'm taller”

He gaped his mouth, taking a big breath in. “That is not true!” You kissed him and he hummed again, now it felt more like a hug, with him tilting his head and you holding him on top of you. “I love your neck…” he breathed with a hand around it and his mouth on your jaw. He was careful now, going down, kissing your chest, dropping to the ground, grabbing your belt.

“Adrian—” he was in between your legs, eyes with light of their own.

“What? Do I stop?” his eyebrows shot up “I need your consent and stuff,”

He was adorable. “No, it's fine just,” you looked around “everyone uses this couch, it feels kind of wrong”

Adrian nodded, as if he was following you though it was obvious he wasn't. “There's the upstairs rooms,”

“We all use those,” you take turns to sleep in long shifts.

He was disappointed now, let down, that thing he had was consuming itself inside him and you couldn't let it disappear. It had woken something in you, and you felt the sense grow back in you, the voice that whispered that you couldn't do it, that it was Adrian, that he was your teammate and just that. You wanted to do it, wanted to let him in, wanted him like that just for a bit more. “Don't you have a car?” And it was back in his eyes, with the smile and the tight grip. He got up and left. You looked for paper in the bathroom and let the water run for a second, staring at your bloody face in front of you. “Come on, let's go,” he was behind you. You looked at him through the mirror. “Don't wash, it's kinda hot,”

Adrian took your arm and dragged you out. He stopped and pressed something that beeped. The air was cold outside, night long fallen, streetlights reflecting on his glasses. You couldn't stop staring at him, at his profile, his smile, his nose and his jaw. He pulled your arm and you followed him down the road. It was a new neighbourhood, on the outskirts, half the houses still unbuilt, no neighbours. Perfect for a HQ. And for you.

He opened the door for you and you climbed to the passenger’s seat, back against the other door, head on the window. It was still kind of cold. He closed the door behind him and threw himself at you, kissing you, making you hit the back of your head. He pulled back. “Dude, I need to suck you off, right now, or I think I´ll die” you laughed, just a bit, then you undid your belt. His smile was priceless, he looked down at your hand on your crotch as if they were made of gold. “Let me, let me” He undid the button and looked up at you, asking for permission, more excited than you had ever seen him. And that was saying a lot.

You leaned down to kiss him and then nodded, murmuring a small “go for it,” he kissed your tummy and pulled the zipper down slowly. Your legs started to feel numb, him in between your thighs. He got his head up for a second and got you off your pants, smiling at the sight.

"Hey, big boy," he whispered and you wanted to laugh again. He ran a hand down your thigh, pulling your leg up, resting it on his shoulder. His hand gripped you and you locked eyes with the ceiling, sighing.

Adrian started stroking, slower than you thought he would, holding himself back, pushing down the hunger. He ran his tongue down your tip, your hands falling to his hair as soon as his lips met you. His hair was clean and soft. You groaned when you felt him pull you deeper.

His hands rubbed the back of your legs, spreading your legs apart. The air was starting to suffocate you. He was all warm. You wrapped your legs around him, drowning out the noises coming off your throat. He gripped your waist, fingers digging into your skin, and pulled you further down. Your head hit the car door and your back was pressed against the seat. Adrian maneuverer you without losing his peace, deepening, pressing up with his tongue. You pushed his head down a little bit, to see how far he could go. He made a pleasant sound and your legs tightened around him. He got it out, breathing for a second, stroking you slowly, kissing down. You couldn't see his face, buried in between your legs. He was licking under your dick now, kissing, breathing heavily. You hand was still lost in his hair.

He looked at you, for a brief second, then you were deep down his throat. “Fuck—” Your legs shoved him down, around his neck, you tried to loosen the grip, afraid of making him believe he was trapped. He let his hands still, focusing on his mouth, unsteady peace. His lips closed at your tip before shoving down again. He started going faster, messier, playing with the tempo. You started to feel him all around you, not only his lips and the back of his throat, not only the warmth of his breath on your belly. He was in your veins, you felt him in your stomach. Sounds were coming off you, up from forgotten places. You gripped his hair, he was fast but just enough and you almost couldn't breathe, the tension down your stomach expanding through your veins.

“Adrian,” it came out weak “Adrian, I´m— Fuck, I´m gonna…” He made a sound with his throat and you arched your back, releasing it all, wanting him close, pulling his hair. “F—uck…” You let your back fall, everything relaxed and you breathed deeply. He pulled back and you let go of his hair. He kept his hands on your legs. You were sweaty, felt warm all over, your eyes on the car ceiling, your head resting up, your breaths going in and out at weird tempos.

His hands rubbed your legs, going up to your waist, playing with the button up around your sides. “How was it?” His throat was sore but he sounded happy.

“Fucking hell…” you breathed out, unable to move. He kissed your knee, folded up, then your thigh. You looked down at him. He was on one knee in between your legs, the other with his foot touching the ground, leg under your leg. His hair was messed up and his cheeks dyed a pinkish shade. He was smiling, sweat damping his hair. “Did you swallow it?”

He was looking at you in an odd way, you had never seen that look directed towards you. “Yeah,” he was admiring you. He breathed out. “You are really beautiful”

You breathed out a laugh, sitting up. “Shut up,” you smiled a little when you pressed your lips back together. He hummed a bit, holding your face, kissing slowly. You pushed him back, lips still connected. His back rested half on the door on his side, half on his seat. Your mouth fell to his neck. “You are too dressed,” you whispered against his skin.

He took his shirt off without a single word. His skin was soft, you traced it as you kissed under his jaw. His heartbeat sped up, he sighed. He was sweet. His hands were on your hair. You kissed him as you pulled his pants down.

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #adrian chase x male reader #peacemaker #peacemaker fanfiction #male reader #they should fight more tbh #im not sure if i like this or not

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levishitts · 2 years

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Adrian: Wish me lucky.

Y/n: Lucky, my pretty baby.

Chris: LuCkY mY pReTtY bAbY, oh fuck off.

#adrian chase x y/n #gay #peacemaker #peacemaker x male reader #vigilant #adrian chase #adrian chase x male #adrian chase x male reader #adrian chase x male! reader #vigilante x male reader #incorrect peacemaker quotes #incorrect quotes #y/n #m/n

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peacesmith · 2 years

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masterlist !

nav.

bold = most excited to write for

marc spector selfish (male reader)

steven grant

nothing yet

jake lockley

nothing yet

christopher smith/peacemaker

ungodly hour (male reader)

fooled around and fell in love

not allowed

adrian chase

nothing yet

peter parker (all peters)

he's got a heart of gold (TASM)

peter b. parker

nothing yet

miles morales

nothing yet

eddie brock/venom

nothing yet

scott lang

nothing yet

herbert west

nothing yet

wade wilson

nothing yet

sam (under the silver lake)

nothing yet

these are characters i'm considering writing for, but not yet!

tony stark, harry osborn (raimi trilogy), billy lenz, bubba sawyer, matt murdock, din djarin, hughie campbell, billy butcher, MM, frenchie, homelander, joe goldberg, kano (MK11), johnny cage, stephen strange, thor odinson, miguel o'hara

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nouearth · 7 months

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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!

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thegr33nc0met · 2 months

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even though it says this in my Introduction post, i have to write it out again here bc most people aren’t respecting it:

I DO NOT WRITE CISHET FEMALE READER. there are hundreds of accounts that will write for you if you fall under that umbrella. this is a blog specifically for queer and trans people that like x reader fics. i will ONLY write gender neutral unless specified.

thank you for coming to my TEDTalk and please respect my rules🫶

#comet talks #scream x reader #yandere scream #male reader #hazbin hotel x reader #gotham x reader #stranger things x reader #adrian chase x reader #goosebumps x reader #spock x reader

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 2 years

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Masterlist

I forgive you — marc spector x male reader

Bottles break — steven grant x male reader

A common enemy — jake lockley/steven grant/marc spector x villain!male reader

Good endings can come from bad beginnings — marc spector x male reader

Secrets — jake lockley/marc spector/steven grant x male reader

Softies in their own ways — jake lockley/marc spector/steven grant x male reader

Imperfections can become perfections — steven grant/marc spector x male reader

Painfully delicious — steven grant/jake lockley/marc spector x male reader (just straight up porn)

Forgotten, but found — marc spector x male reader

Savor the moment — steven grant x male reader

Love interest — marc spector x male reader

A time for everything — marc spector x male reader (smut)

One time love — jake lockley x male reader

Love always has a rough start — marc spector x male reader (smut)

Painful pleasure — marc spector x male reader (smut)

A mysterious character — steven grant x male reader

Shy love — steven grant x male reader

Love is a painful dance — TASM!spiderman x male reader (andrew garfield x male reader)

Don't judge a book by its cover — adrian chase x male reader

Getting hurt isn't always bad — druig x male reader. ikaris x male reader (unrequited).

Teasing — adrian chase x male reader (smut ending)

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homosexual-radio-host · 1 year

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Adrien x male reader smut

The bed creaked against the wall as you thrusted into your boyfriend Adrian, he moaned loudly choking out obscenity's and half sentences he couldn't seem to finish "Fuck- fu- You're so good Hngh feels so good" he moaned out beautifully, digging his nails into your back. "Please~" he whined out - fuck he was loud "Please what darling- use your words" "Harder please - please- need you to" He begged desperately only to be cut off by a particularly hard thrust right into his prostate "Good boy~ as you wish" you replied thrusting hard and fast repeatedly into his prostate.

He threw his head back and moaned out your name high pitched only for you to grab him roughly by the hair forcing him to look at you, he let out a high pitched whine, He grabbed his own dick and began touching himself desperate for more friction "Uh uh uh" you cooed and grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand, and with the other jerking him while pounding into him

he was a babbling mess, each thrust only numbing his mind more each time "Fuck fuc- fuck please I'm clos AaHh Fuck! please" he moaned and whined, looking up at you, face flushed and eyes full of lust "I got you Adrien" you grunted "Be a good boy and cum for me" you told him, you felt him shutter before letting out a loud moan and cumming all over your stomachs.

His dick slapped against him repeatedly as you fucked him into overstimulation as he let out repeatedly high pitched whines clutching onto you tightly.

"I- in please-inside" he begged and you happily obliged as your thrust's became sloppier, finally coming into his ass.

The two of you stay there a moment catching your breaths. You pulled out and he let out a soft whimper, you kissed him lovingly on the forehead "Love you" "I love you too" he smiled wiping sweat off his forehead "Cuddles?" you asked "Obviously fucking cuddles" he laughed opening his arms for you.

#adrian chase #peacemaker #x male reader #male reader

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percybeloved · 1 year

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Hey guys! Long time, no see. I'm active on here again and willing to take requests for a small price of any of these listed below.

500-1000 Words - $1.50

1000 - 2500 Words - $2.50

2500 - 5000 Words - $5.00

5000 - 7500 Words - $7.25

7500+ Words - $10

☆ RULES ☆

No Minors, No TENTACLES, No scat, piss, vomit, any bodily fluids minus spit, cum and blood, loli, shota, rape, pet play, furries,

Yes to OC'S, any non illegal ship, and anything appropriate according to the rules! Any and every fandom is welcome.

#x male reader #male reader #mlm #jonathan byers #matsuda x male reader #jason carver x male reader #brett hand x male reader #kurt kunkle x male reader #adrian chase x male reader #bruce+wayne+x+male+reader #dc #dc x male reader #marvel #marvel x male reader #supernatural #shameless

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voiddrop · 2 years

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hallo! im new to ur blog and wanted to say i loved the ftm reader x adrian fic! now i raise you, adrian with an equally if not more feral s/o. like "bro wanna see my top surgery scars? i did it myself" "bro thats fucked up.... wanna go on a date?"

This has been sitting in my inbox for a little while because I had to drag my dumb little potato brain away from Spencer Reid, but look... I’mma just... just throw out some little head-canons because yes, yes this exactly.

Gif belongs to javier-pena

Adrian Chase with a Trans!Boyfriend that is also Feral(TM) would include...

You two just always being on the same wavelength, same thought process, eerily so.

“I was thinking we should-”

“Go bother Economos?”

“How did you know I was going to say that?!”

You’re just as, if not slightly more, unhinged than Adrian and at this point everyone is too afraid to ask where he found you.

Leota finally does ask and when Adrian answers, “Oh! We met by the dumpster’s behind Fennel Fields.” is anybody really surprised? No. You do have trash panda energy.

You don’t tell Adrian your Trans until a few weeks after you start talking, before you really start dating and he’s a little confused at first. Like I said before, I’m sure you’d have to explain the concept to him, as well as dysphoria, but he’d be very supportive.

“You were born in the wrong body so you made it the right body? Dude, that’s so cool.”

Very supportive boyfriend.

Your included dialogue made me snort but let me raise you: “Dude, how did you get those scars?”

“I fought gender and won.”

“Wait, really? That’s so fucking cool.”

Then he takes you on a date to Fennel Fields and you eat breadsticks together.

I feel like Chris would try to vet you, see if you’re worthy of Adrian’s attention... Cause even if Adrian isn’t his BFF, he still needs to make sure you’re not a threat to the team, ya know?

Is in your presence five minutes and just, “Dude, you’re even fucking crazier than Adrian.”

“Thanks, Chris, but you don’t have to hit on me.”

More than anything, this is a shit post, but let it be known that Adrian fucking loves you. He loves how much you understand him, how you just... get why he feels the way he does.

Not many people do.

But you do and that is just... baller.

#I dunno can you tell it's been a second since I wrote any Vig stuff?#But here you go #I tried #vigilante x reader #vigilante #adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #headcanons #adrian chase headcanons #x reader headcanons #trans reader #x reader #reader is male #reader is trans

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lixxen · 2 years

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Jake Martin Headcanons/Drabble

Hi I'm uh,,, I'm very gæ for Adrian Chase and Jake Martin so I decided to write NSFW headcanons for Jake. This one is geared towards me and they're highly specific. I feel like I should apologize? But alas,

Sorry not sorry.

This is a male!Reader since I haven't seen a single one and my thing is male reader fics. This was originally an NSFW but then I said ✨no✨.

This draft is many many months old. I'm currently at Disney World posting this.

Also, I HC Jake as bisexual w/ women preference and he just doesn't realize it until later on

When you first meet Jake, he's floored by how attractive you are. Normally Jake doesn't go for guys, but hot damn. You're one nice looking dude in his opinion and he couldn't resist this one

You're a mechanic who is the complete opposite of Jake.

Jake was a jock and you were the more "witchy" type (as Chuck described). You generally wore darker and more "rustic" (as Kevin called it) clothes with different gemstone bracelets or necklaces, depending on what you were doing that day. Your hair had grown out simply because you had been too lazy to cut it, so it was constantly clipped back

It amazed him that someone so cool looking would ever be a mechanic, and the others seemed to think it also (maybe not the cool part to them, but you in general working there). But everyone had respect for you like they did for the others. Chuck automatically gravitated to you since you were quiet and knew your shit. He appreciated the fact that you preferred to work in silence

Getting back to the point, Jake absolutely wanted to see you outside of work. At work. He wanted to always be around you

Jessie teased him for stumbling for your attention and making a fool out of himself around you. You'd just laugh at it and help him up if he fell

It went on for a while until one night, you were by yourself after shop closed up

It was quiet inside the shop and it rattled you to the bones every single time you heard a noise. You were trying to fix part of the car that had broke and you had told Chuck you'd stay behind. He told you not to, and yet here you were regretting staying

After a while of being paranoid, you heard the door open and a quiet whistle. You panicked and picked up a wrench, ready to fight

Jake came around the corner and jumped at the sight of you. You two both screamed and you threw the wrench

Thankfully, Jake was able to move out of the way on time. He stared at you for a second before whining about almost being hit

You argued back that it wasn't your fault and the two of your broke out into a full argument

You were defending yourself, as Jake shouldn't be here in the first place

Jake felt like you shouldn't throw things at people

The argument was stupid

"Why are you even here?" The angered tone seemed to snap Jake out of his frustration

Jake responded that Jessie forgot to turn off the simulation and he had to come back and turn it off

You sigh and turn back around. But then you realized that the simulation wasn't on when you got here. You stopped by the gym to check to see if anyone was there

Jessie was trying to set you two up

You huffed at the realization and shake your head

Jake starts rambling about how you two should totally hang out one of these days. He seemed to move past the fact that you almost hit him in the head so he could flirt

You watched Jake quietly, taking in his body language. His normal facade was almost convincing, but you could see he was fiddling with his bracelet slightly

It was a giveaway that he was out of his zone

You just smile at him and he stops rambling at the sight. He blinks at you with the half mortified look he usually wears when something he doesn't understand happens. He then takes a deep breath

"Would you like to go out some time?"

He actually did it.

You're shocked for a moment before nodding your head. What's the worst that can happen? You two don't get along and you have to change jobs?

Actually, yes. That is the worst that can happen.

You accept and tell him that it wouldn't hurt to try

He seems to absolutely light up in joy

The next day, Chuck simply stands next to you quietly as he inspects the part that you fixed. It only took him five minutes to finally say something

"Out of all of the people, you chose the idiot?"

#x reader #fanfic #male reader #jake martin #the crew #jake martin x reader #jake martin x male reader #male reader insert #vigilante #adrian chase

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