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lysenfeu · 10 months

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It's His Birthday

It's His Birthday

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 5.7k

Pairing: Adrian Chase x F!Reader

Summary: The 11th Street kids take Adrian out to celebrate for his birthday and try to set him up with the cute bartender.

Content: Alcohol Use, Flirting, Fluff, Smut (Slight Dub-con/Drunk Sex, Sex with Strangers, Facesitting, 69 Position, PIV, Safe Sex)

[Read on AO3]

A/N: This is a silly little smutty one-shot to celebrate Adrian's birthday (or belated cuz this is technically late whoops). I've written mostly mask-stays-on Vig so far, so I thought it would be fun to try and write a cute birthday boy Adrian piece with a civilian!reader. Best boy deserves some fluff and spice!

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Another evening, another evening shift. You sighed as you wiped down the countertop in the dive bar you were currently working in.

Three months ago you threw a dart at a map (okay, a GPS pin drop on your phone but whatever). You ended up dragging your tired and burnt-out self far away from your shitty hometown to Evergreen, Washington for a fresh start. Unfortunately, so far Evergreen was just as shitty as your hometown, albeit with a different landscape view.

You got the first job that accepted your application and now worked at a mediocre at best local bar downtown. It paid enough to live and your new apartment was nearby. You weren't sure how you felt about Evergreen yet but at least it was different.

"Hey, can we open up a tab?"

You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a customer and looked up at the impossibly large man in front of you. He looked like a marine and you wondered if there was a military base nearby. You shot him your best customer-service smile.

"Sure, I just need some ID and your card."

The man pulled out his wallet and handed over his license and credit card with the name Christopher Smith. You jotted down his info and handed it back.

"There you go, Chris. What can I get for you?"

"Five beers for the table." He gestured behind him at a booth across the room with four other people sitting down.

"And hey, can you make something special for my buddy?" He pointed out a brunette man with silver-rimmed glasses. "It's his birthday."

You nodded, this happened all the time with people out to celebrate.

"Sure. Does he like pineapple?"

Chris gave you a blank look. "I have no idea."

You filled a tall glass with ice, then poured in vodka, blue curaçao and pineapple juice. Grabbing a slice of pineapple chunk from the garnish bar, you hung it just right on the side of the glass then spun around, tossed a straw in and presented the bright-coloured drink.

"There you go! I hope he likes it."

Chris squinted at the teal cocktail and snorted before picking up the tray.

"He's gonna love it, thanks."

You watched carefully as the large man carried the tray over to the booth and dished out the drinks. He slid the cocktail in front of the cute guy with glasses and then pointed at you. The brunette glanced over at you, then took a sip and looked back up. He gave you a giant dopey grin and a double thumbs up. You returned his smile with a real one, genuinely thrilled he seemed to enjoy your choice.

You watched the group for a little while, there wasn't much else going on in the bar. A few regulars playing pool, what looked like a terrible date in the back corner and the full booth you were staring at were the only patrons tonight.

The group you were watching was new here, at least you didn't recognize them from the few months you'd been working the evening shift. You wondered how they knew each other, daydreaming about customers was a way to pass the time on slow nights like this. You watched them laugh and drink until another customer called your attention and you were forced to spend some time actually doing your job.

When you made your way back across the bar, Chris was leaning on the bar. You put down the empty glass in your hands and addressed him.

"Another round of beers for you guys?"

He nodded at you. "Yeah, thanks." He waited impatiently for you to open them and place them on the tray. "Also I should tell you my friend-" he jerked his head back at the guy with glasses sitting at the booth behind him. "-thinks you're really cute."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh really?"

Chris nodded.

"Well if that's true, he can come tell me himself." You slid the tray towards him and then spun off to the other end of the bar where a patron was flagging you down.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as Chris went back to the booth and handed out the beers before whispering to the cute guy in glasses. The brunette flushed and started arguing with the larger man.

You quickly glanced away when they both turned to look at you and you focused intently on pulling the pint another patron had just ordered instead. Sliding the now-full glass across the bar to the customer, you wiped your hands with a cloth and walked back over to the register to ring it up.

"Hi."

You looked up and the dark-haired guy in glasses was standing right in front of you.

"Hi."

He gave you a little wave and an awkward, crooked smile. "I'm Adrian."

You couldn't help but giggle a bit at how nervous he seemed.

"Hi, Adrian. How'd you like your drink, birthday boy?"

A light blush formed on his cheeks as you grinned at him. He really was cute, especially when he was being so shy.

"Um, it was really good. Could I get another like that?"

You nodded and turned around to grab the ingredients. When you turned back around, Adrian was leaning on the bar watching you intently. You mixed the drink and handed it over to him. He took a big sip from the drink, smiled and fidgeted with the straw while he stared at you for a moment.

"Is that all? Or is there something else you want to say?" You gave him a small wink and a cheeky smile.

The blush returned to his cheeks, a deeper red than before. He coughed awkwardly and fidgeted more, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

"I…um."

He couldn't make eye contact as he blurted it out as fast as possible. "I think you're really pretty."

You leaned on the bar, propping yourself up on your elbows as you tilted your face closer to him.

"What a coincidence, I think you're really pretty too."

You were doing your best impression of a Cheshire cat, grinning madly at how flustered he was. He was still staring at you with wide eyes and it looked like he was about to say something but the magic of the moment was unfortunately shattered by Chris and one of his friends suddenly approaching the bar.

"Can I get a round of shots? Whiskey."

You nodded and walked back to the bar to pour the shots for him. Adrian looked a little miffed at his friends and you bit back another smile, hoping he would talk to you again later.

You quickly finished pouring the drinks and handed over the five shots on a tray and Chris grabbed it from you.

"Thanks, sweet-cheeks."

The woman next to Chris immediately scolded him. "We've been over this. That is not an okay thing to say!"

He turned towards you with a defensive look. "Can you settle this for us? It's totally about having a nice smile!"

"No, no. She's definitely right," You nodded at the woman in agreement. "That phrase is definitely about saying someone has a nice butt."

"I mean, either way, he's not wrong." Adrian gulped and ducked down to stare into his drink as all three of you whipped around to look at him.

"What was that, buddy?" Chris was looking at him in astonishment.

"Nothing." Adrian shook his head and all but ran back to their booth holding his cocktail, avoiding everyone's eye.

"Sorry about him." The woman apologised to you.

"I don't mind." You shrugged at her. "I think he's sweet."

Chris was giving you an incredulous look. "Him?"

"Yeah, him."

You were given a quick look of resignation by both of them before he walked back to the booth with their drinks.

You tried to keep an eye on the group, especially the adorable one, but a few more regulars came in and you were swept away to serve them. The evening progressed in a flash with back-to-back orders from the new tables. You were finally back at the register when a voice sounded out.

"Hey!"

You looked up and there he was again, the cutie in glasses. You couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, Adrian! What can I get for you?"

He gave you a goofy smile when he heard you say his name. "Another round of shots please?"

"Sure thing!" You made a big show of pouring the shots from high up without splashing and Adrian gave you an appropriately awed look at your bartending skills.

"So hey, maybe we could-" He was cut off by Chris interrupting again, he had stomped over to grab the tray of shots from the counter.

"I said I got it!" Adrian protested.

"You were taking too long." Chris snapped at his friend.

"I was trying to ask her to join us."

"She can't drink with us, dumbass. She's working."

Adrian turned towards you. "Is that true?"

You shrugged apologetically. "Yeah, he's right. It's policy."

His face fell. "Aw, man. That sucks."

As if on cue, your manager walked out from the back and came over to you.

"Hey if you wanna take off in fifteen or so, that's fine. It's a little slow tonight, I can handle close by myself."

You nodded, any excuse to take off early was a good one. Especially such a conveniently timed one.

Adrian perked up at the news. "Wait, you're almost done with your shift?"

"Yeah, I guess I get off early tonight. Lucky me!"

"Does that mean you can drink with me?"

"What about your friends?" You gestured towards the booth where the rest of his group was gathering their things.

"They want to leave soon, but I'll stay if I can buy you a drink." He looked at you with big pleading eyes and you noted how bright and green they were.

You thought about it for a moment. You usually never drank with customers but… maybe a one-time exception wouldn't be too bad? Spending the rest of the evening drinking with a nice stranger who thought you were pretty could be worse.

"Sure, why not?" You smiled at him and winked. "It is your birthday after all."

You finished cleaning up and clocked out. Adrian was waiting for you as you walked out from the back without your apron. His friends were in the process of closing out the tab with your manager and the booth they had been in was mostly empty, save for two shots waiting for you.

You slid onto the cushioned seat and watched as Adrian said goodbye to the others. Chris clapped him on the shoulder and said something low in his ear that made Adrian whip his head up and look at you with an expression you couldn't quite read.

Your attention was pulled away from the interaction as your manager walked over and placed several candy colour shots and two bright teal cocktails down in front of you.

"Uh, thanks?"

The older woman rolled her eyes. "They're from the big guy that's just leaving. Said something about celebrating properly with something sweet?" She gave you a pointed look and walked off as Adrian came back over.

"What are these?"

You shrugged. "Apparently I have some catching up to do."

The next hour or two passed in a blur after you'd downed the shots and were working on the cocktails in order to catch up with Adrian, who had been drinking all night. The conversation got loud, with the two of you ending up arguing passionately about Star Wars, much to the annoyance of the few other patrons nearby. By the time the bar closed, you had definitely caught up and Adrian had sobered up a bit, leaving the both of you still rather tipsy. Your manager shuffled the two of you to the curb and warned you to get home safely.

"Did you have a good night?"

He grinned at you. "I had a great night."

You grinned back, warm and fuzzy from the alcohol.

"So… I'm just headed that way." You pointed in the general direction of your apartment.

He nodded at you but didn't make any movements. You're not exactly sure that you wanted a strange guy to follow you home but you were still slightly disappointed at his lack of response.

You headed down the street you had pointed towards and got about a block away before you realized Adrian was hot on your heels.

"Do you…also live this way?"

He shook his head. "Not at all, but there's no way I'm letting you walk home alone while drunk."

"What? Why not?"

He frowned at you. "You need someone to protect you, it's kind of dangerous for women out here."

"Oh, so I can't protect myself? Just because I'm a girl?" You stopped in your tracks and put your hands on your hips in annoyance, wobbling a little on the sidewalk. Your indignance at his insinuation briefly overshadowed the fact that you kind of wanted him to come home with you.

"Yes? I mean, no! …Kind of? Wait, is that sexist? Fuck." He was scrambling to explain himself and failing miserably.

"You're just as drunk as me, what help are you gonna be?" You poked him in the chest to emphasise your point.

"Okay maybe, but I can still ki-" He cut himself off suddenly and shook his head. "Look, there's safety in numbers! I'm walking with you, end of story." He grabbed your hand that was still poking at him and tugged you further along the path behind him.

"Fine, but you don't even know where you're going!"

"Oh. Right." He sighed, stopped and dropped your hand, looking back at you. "Which way?"

You rolled your eyes but grabbed his hand again and directed him towards a side street in the opposite direction he had been headed.

"Just down here. It's not far so you don't have to waste too much of your time."

"It's not a waste if I'm spending it with you." He muttered, looking everywhere but directly at you.

It was your turn to blush, taken aback by his unexpectedly sweet words. You kept a firm grip on his hand as you approached your apartment building.

You were just nearing the building door when you tripped on an uneven chunk of sidewalk and suddenly you were headed straight for the ground.

You braced yourself for an impact that… never came. Instead, a pair of strong arms shot out, wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards. Rather than hitting the cold cement, you were now pressed against a very warm and solid chest. You had no idea how but Adrian had managed to save you from a brutal face plant.

You spun around to face him in shock. He loosened his grip to allow you to move but didn't let you out of his arms as he stared down at you with concern etched onto his face.

"Holy shit, are you okay?"

"You caught me." You stared up at him as he held you tight. Have his eyes been this green all night?

"Yeah, of course I did." His nonchalant tone made you giggle again. Of course , he did. You were still staring up at him and he was getting more concerned.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're breathing really heavy."

"Just…don't move." Your voice was low and soft, you were entirely distracted by how shiny his lips looked in the streetlight.

You found yourself leaning in close without even meaning to, swayed by the warmth in your veins flooding from his hands around you. Your hand slipped behind his neck as you rose on your tiptoes, slowly invading his space and getting unbearably close to his face.

You could feel his breath on your face, tinged with the pineapple cocktails he'd been drinking all night. The sweet scent wasn't helping your impulse control and you were so close to those soft, pink lips…

Your eyes flicked up to his, finding those bright green spots behind his silver frames. He caught your gaze and you saw something flash across his eyes. His grip on your arms tightened as his breathing stuttered and he finally closed the gap between you.

He tasted like pineapple with a faint hint of whiskey, a combination you thoroughly enjoyed. A warmth spread through your lips and into your very bones as he pressed into you until you both broke away panting for air.

"Hey, Adrian?" You murmured, still trying to catch your breath from the kiss.

"Yeah?"

"Would…you like to come upstairs?"

He paused for a moment, glancing over at the apartment complex door then down at you, still being held tight in his arms.

"Do you want me to come upstairs?"

You giggled again. You couldn't help it, he was so silly. "Yes, that's why I'm asking."

He swallowed hard and you watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. With your lowered inhibitions and rising temperature, you gave in to temptation and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his throat. He inhaled sharply, instinctively tugging you closer to him.

"Okay, yeah. Upstairs. We should do that." His breath was shaky as his hands slid down your back to rest on your waist. The warmth from his touch spread through your body and you smiled up at him.

You stepped into the lobby, made your way to the elevators and waited for the doors to open. You hit the number for your floor as Adrian stepped in behind you. When the doors closed, he spun towards you and reached up a hand to gently cup your jaw, before pulling you in for another kiss. You sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him in closer. You let out a small moan as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly getting lost in the kiss and forgetting where you were.

He braced his free hand on the wall beside you and pushed you slowly against it, pressing his entire body into you. You relished in the warmth and didn't want to let him go. He slid his hand from your jaw down to your neck and was reaching under the strap of your top when the elevator doors loudly dinged open.

You squeaked, suddenly very aware of the compromising position you were in. You quickly disentangled yourself from Adrian and tugged on his hand, pulling him into the hall as you both exited the elevator.

"Come on!"

You dragged him by the arm down the hall and around the corner to your apartment door. Fishing out your keys becomes an arduous task as Adrian comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you back into again.

The keys slipped from your grasp and hit the floor, but you barely even noticed through the haze of Adrian's lips on your neck.

"I didn't want to stop, is this okay?" He whispers in your ear.

You were left breathless as his hand slid further up your hip, under the hem of your shirt. His warm palm ran across your bare stomach and every muscle in your abdomen tensed at the sensation.

"Oh god, yes."

He pressed more kisses along your neck as he ran his fingers along your skin, gently stroking along the waistband of your pants.

"We should-" You can barely get the words out as your body slowly melted under his hands and mouth. "-go inside." You managed to finish your sentence and he pulled away from you. You nearly whined at the loss of his touch but he swiftly grabbed your keys off the ground and turned them into the lock for you.

You had barely let him through the threshold of your apartment before slamming the door and pushing him against it, pulling him down for another kiss.

You made your way through the apartment, not bothering to stop the make-out session to give him a tour. You practically shoved him into your bedroom and pushed him down to sit on the edge of your mattress.

You quickly stripped off your work pants and top, standing in front of him in nothing but a plain black bra and panty set. You had a small smirk on your face as he stared up at you with wide eyes, his gaze running all along your body.

"Your turn."

"Oh, right." He snapped out of his daze and quickly pulled his sweater over his head along with his shirt.

"Oh my god." You didn't mean to say that out loud but how could you not? He was deceptively well-built under his clothes.

You marvelled at the bulk of his chest, shoulders and arms. His impressive muscle definition had been entirely hidden by his cardigan and plain T-shirt, you never would have guessed he was this fit. Your gaze trailed along his well-defined abs and down to the sparse pattern of hair leading past his waistband. You bit your lip at how gorgeous he looked, so strong and solid.

"Do you work out a lot or something?"

He laughed at your stunned comment.

"Something like that, yeah."

You watched him slip open his belt buckle and tug off his jeans, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark boxers. Before you could stare for even longer, he tugged you onto his lap and pulled you in for another kiss. You moved to straddle him and kissed him back feverishly.

His tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let him in. His hands swept over your thighs and up your spine as his tongue explored your mouth. Fiddling with the clasp behind you, he finally managed to undo your bra. You broke the kiss to lean back, tug the straps off your shoulders and fling it somewhere distant in your room.

He took the opportunity to run his hands up your ribs and along the underside of your now-exposed breasts, cupping them gently and making you gasp. You couldn't hold back the whimpers that flew out of your mouth as he brushed his thumbs against your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks.

He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, clicking his tongue against the hard nub. You grabbed the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the dark curls at his nape as you pressed him further into your chest, desperate to keep his mouth on you. His lips travelled across your chest, nipping and sucking at every inch of flesh he found.

Once you'd caught your breath, you gently cupped his jaw with a hand and pulled him up to look into his sparkling eyes.

"So…is there anything you want to do? It is your birthday, you know." You couldn't resist giving him a teasing smile.

The tips of his ears turned pink and he stared up at you with wide eyes.

"Really? Anything?"

You smiled wider at his awestruck expression. "Got something special in mind, birthday boy?"

"Maybe? Could you…um…" The blush slowly crept down his ears and across his cheeks as he stammered.

You gently rolled your hips against him and the tips of his fingers flexed against your soft thighs as he let out a small groan at the movement.

"Just relax. Go ahead and ask me."

He took a deep breath and looked up at you with a serious expression.

"Can you sit on my face? …please."

A jolt surged through you at the request. You took in his eager expression, the pupils in his green eyes blown out with desire. He nervously licked his bottom lip and drew your eyes downwards to his soft, pink mouth.

"That's what you want?"

He nodded vigorously, glasses slipping down his nose at the rapid movement. You laughed a little at his enthusiasm before leaning forward and gently removing his glasses. You folded them and stood up to place them on your nightstand before turning back to him.

"I'm in. How do you want me?"

His tongue flicked out across his bottom lip again, but much more deliberately this time. He sat back on your bed and lay down with his head on the pillows.

"Come here and grab onto the headboard."

A shiver raced down your spine as you looked down at this gorgeous man spread out before you, all yours for the night. You shimmied out of your black undies and knelt on the mattress, climbing up beside him. He slid a hand under your knee and helped you lift it up and over, holding you to hover above him with your legs bracketing his face.

His hands wrapped around your thighs, firmly holding you in place right over his mouth. The first few licks were tentative and light against your dripping core, his tongue cautiously exploring you. He let out a soft moan as your taste hit his taste buds and gripped your thighs harder.

"You taste fantastic." He mumbled into your inner thigh before running his tongue back over your folds.

As his mouth worked over you, you began to gently rock your hips against him, increasing the friction in the most delicious way. Picking up on your cues, he started to increase his pace, lapping at you with more pressure.

You let out a loud gasp when his tongue flicked over your clit, a noise which quickly turned into a low moan as he did it again. And again.

"Right there, oh god ."

You wound your fingers through his dark curls and held him in place, right over the bundle of nerves currently sending shockwaves through your entire body.

You rode the waves along with his face, cresting every time he hit that one sweet spot. You looked down at him, those gorgeous green eyes were glassy with lust as you coat his face with your own desire. God, you needed more of him.

"Hey, hey." You gently tugged on his hair and sat up a bit, moving off his face. "If you let me turn around, I can touch you."

He glanced up at you, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, this is incredibly fun but I'd love to taste you too."

"Fuck, okay." He didn't need much convincing. He braced your thighs and allowed you to swing one leg over, spin around and throw it back, bringing you to face the opposite direction. You settled yourself back over his face before turning your attention in front of you.

You could see how his cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be released. You slowly slipped his boxers down and his hard cock snapped against his stomach, thick with tension. He was long and thick, a drop of precum already leaking from the swollen tip. Yeah, this was a good idea. A really good idea.

You wrapped a hand around the base and began to stroke him up and down with gentle pressure. His hips arched up into your grip and a moan vibrated from low in his throat, rippling through your soaked pussy still pressed right against his face.

You found a solid rhythm between rocking against his face and pumping his cock, getting used to his size. When you were confident enough, you leaned down and swirled your tongue around the head.

The salty taste hit the back of your throat as you slowly slid him further and further into your eager mouth. It took some work and concentration but you managed to work all of him down into your throat without gagging. The choked moans he released when your lips hit the base of his cock were well worth the strain.

Any prior concern you had about this position was quickly worn away as you picked up speed, grinding harder against him. Your thighs started to shake and he tightened his grip on you, holding you steady as you started to come undone above him.

You were still bobbing up and down on his cock, your moans being stifled with him deep in your throat. His fingers were pressing bruises into your skin with their grip and he couldn't stop his hips from jerking up, forcing himself deeper into your mouth, chasing his own release.

You were desperately trying to breathe through your nose and not choke as he fucked up into your throat, teetering on the edge of orgasm as he ran the tip of his tongue over your clit again and again.

You braced your hands on his thighs as the rubber band finally snapped, your pussy drenching his face as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You somehow managed to keep your throat open as he thrust up a few more times before spilling down your throat in return. You dutifully swallowed and slowly pulled back, releasing his softening cock.

You rolled your hips off his face and flopped onto the mattress, grateful for the change in position. Your thighs were going to burn tomorrow but god, that was worth it. You rested for a moment, waiting for the last waves of bliss to fade before moving again.

You crawled to the other side of the bed and lay next to him for a little while, lazily enjoying playing with his dark brown curls and counting his freckles as you both recovered from your climaxes.

His hands were idly dragging across your skin, tracing unknown patterns along your thighs and stomach.

"Hey."

You turned to face him and let out a small giggle at the dopey expression on his face.

"Hey."

" …Do you have any condoms?" He wouldn't look you in the eye as he asked.

"Round two already? I'm impressed."

He flushed immediately, turning pink and twitching his fingertips against your hip. Your cheeks were starting to hurt with how much this man made you grin like a maniac. It was so much fun to tease him, to make him blush. He was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.

"Uh, yes? Only if you want to." He quickly reassured you.

You smiled and hopped off the bed to rummage around on your nightstand. Oh, you definitely wanted to. You tossed a foil wrapper at him and climbed back on the mattress. You watched carefully as he sat up on his knees and pumped his rapidly hardening cock in his fist a few times before rolling on the condom.

He rolled over on top of you and nudged your thighs apart to make room. You held your breath with anticipation as he ran his fingers across you, smiling when he found you already wet. He gripped his cock at the base and ever so slowly slid the head against your core. He easily slipped through your folds, gathering the wetness along his cock in preparation.

"Ready?" He looked down at you, waiting for permission.

You cupped his face in your hands, drew him close and looked into his impossibly green eyes.

"Yes."

He leaned down to capture your lips as he lined up his aching cock with your entrance. He pushed inside you, slowly sinking in inch by inch. You felt the burn of the stretch for a moment as he finally bottomed out, and he paused for a second to let you adjust. The sensation quickly melted into bliss and you felt impossibly full with him buried completely inside you.

You rolled your hips against him, urging him to start moving. He placed his lips on your neck as he slowly began to thrust into you. You gripped his shoulders and arched against him as his teeth scraped along your neck and down your collarbone while he found a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of your soaking pussy. He bit down gently on your shoulder and snapped his hips, forcing a loud moan from you.

Sitting back on his heels, he slid his hands under your knees and pushed them down into the mattress, forcing his cock even deeper. The new angle allowed his sharp thrusts to hit that sweet spot right in your core, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You couldn't stop from crying out as the pleasure wound up, pulling tight in your lower abdomen. He groaned, the loud sound torn out of him in response to feeling you fluttering around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tight.

"I want to feel you cum," he practically growled in your ear. "Be a good girl and cum on my cock."

"Oh, fuck."

The unexpected dominance in his voice sent liquid fire through your veins and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. His control was slowly slipping and his pace quickened, slamming his hips into yours and sending both of you hurtling towards the edge. You grabbed at his shoulders, your nails digging into him with each stroke.

A few more thrusts, perfectly angled to hammer into just the right spot making you whimper uncontrollably right in his ear, and both of you tumbled off the cliff together. The warmth you'd been feeling all evening spread to every atom of your body as you floated through your orgasm, leaving Adrian gasping for breath as you contracted tightly around him, your cunt desperately milking every drop out of him.

Once he'd caught his breath, he carefully pulled out and snapped the used condom off, tossing it in the small waste basket next to your bed. He climbed back into your bed and collapsed next to you, careful not to crush you with his body weight. He reached out an arm and snagged it around you, pulling you close. You cuddled into his side, fully content and boneless in his arms.

"Hey, Adrian?" You mumbled into his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

You leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before snuggling back into him and closing your eyes.

"Happy Birthday."

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A/N: You cannot tell me this boy is not shy af and so goofy around pretty girls without the mask on 😂 Civilian Adrian trying to be normal is the sweetest, this was so much fun. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know what you think ~

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vigilvntes · 1 year

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Vigilante Hotline - Adrian Chase x Reader

A/N: hi. my brain works in mysterious ways and i had this idea earlier on when i responded to an ask and now here we are, three hours later with a silly little vigilante fic. it's literally just text interactions, vig's texts are the ones that end with 🧜‍♂️ (obviously). but yeah. i had a lot of fun writing this, and i'll be SO happy to write more if y'all want it?? idk. anyway enjoy i guess!

Warnings: mentions of groping/non-consensual touching (grabbing ass, etc), creepy men, mentions of violence/injuries, language (are we surprised), and just vig being generally unhinged as always. (let me know if i've missed anything!!)

Word count: 2.9k. oops.

Summary: You text in to Vigilante's 'Vigilante Hotline' after a bad encounter at the club.

likes, comments and rbs are very much appreciated <3

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You've heard of it, of course you have. It's the town's worst kept secret. The little side hustle that Evergreen's favourite local murderer-slash-vigilante (who's conveniently named Vigilante) runs at the weekend, when the clubs and bars are busy and the creepy assholes come out to play, preying on and harassing unsuspecting victims who, by the end of the night, are probably too drunk to even remember their faces when they wake up.

The cops know about it, too. They've made weak attempts to shut down his operation over the last couple of months, but really he's doing them a favour. They're already in over their heads with calls when the Friday night crowd hits the town's nightlife, so why not just let him operate under their noses? At least, for now. Until they can apprehend him.

So, yeah. You know of it, but you've never utilised it before, because truthfully you've never really had a reason to. You like to party, but your nights out are usually spent with your girlfriends, keeping a close watch on each other and avoiding interactions with men who look like they're bad news like the plague. It's a system that works, one that keeps you out of trouble and away from bad pick-up lines and hands where you most definitely don't want them to be.

Tonight is different, though.

Your friend bailed on you at the last second, a family emergency, and you were already dressed up, so you decided that instead of wiping off your makeup and changing back into your sweats, you'd go out anyway. What's the worst that could happen?

You soon found out that the worst came in the form of Brett Lucas. A guy you knew in high school, someone you haven't spoken to in years. He found you at the bar, used the shittiest lines you've ever heard, and then bought you a drink. You decided to entertain it, because if he was willing to fund your night, then why not? You kept your hand firmly over your drink while he made derogatory jokes about other women and commented on your body and your dress. When he asked you to dance, you agreed, hoping you'd be able to lose him on the crowded dance floor.

That didn't happen, though. Instead, he got a little too touchy-feely, kept his hands firmly on your hips and pulled your body close to his until he got brave enough to slide them on to your ass and squeeze. Hard. You freaked out, told him to back the fuck off, and instead of showing any remorse, he cussed you out. Called you a fucking slut and told you that you're a bitch for leading him on and making him think he had a chance at getting into your pants.

Now, you're standing just down the street from the club, staring at the oddly professionally made poster that's been flimsily taped to a lamppost, a little picture of the all-too familiar masked man that you've seen on the news and wanted posters right in the middle.

Vigilante Hotline

Have you been a victim of a fucking creep in a club who just won't leave you the fuck alone?

Did the guy at the bar use his worst pick-up line and then immediately assume that you're into him and it's okay to touch you without your consent?

Do you wish you could fuck them up without having to face the consequences yourself?

It's your lucky day, because I can fuck them up for you!

Text their name and/or a description to the number below and I'll make them wish their mom swallowed!

(This part is just to cover my ass so, if I accidentally beat up or kill the wrong person... my bad!)

You chew down on your bottom lip, looking between your phone and the poster. You've never really been a vengeful person, you've never wished harm on anyone or caused harm to anyone, but in this moment, it's tempting. You're a little bit tipsy, irate and unsettled. The one night you decide to go out on your own, and this happens? It's a little too tempting.

But is what happened enough to contact a guy who's known and wanted for murder? Is what he did enough to warrant the beatdown of a lifetime?

You sigh to yourself before slipping your phone back into your purse, deciding that it's not worth it. But as you begin to walk away, you remember his loud, jarring cackle whenever he cracked himself up at his own shitty jokes. The way his eyes never met yours, always trained on your chest or your thighs. His gross, sweaty hands roaming all over your body before they went to grope you on the dance floor, thinking you wouldn't react because you were surrounded by other people and it'd be too embarrassing for you to make a scene.

No. Fuck it. That asshole deserves it.

You spin around quickly and pull out your phone, adding the number to your contacts and quickly typing out a message, sending it before you can even give yourself another second to think it through.

'Hey. First time texting in. Need some help. Brett Lucas. White blonde dyed hair. Awful beard, doesn't match his hair. Around 5'9. Wearing a pink shirt and black jeans. Got handsy with me. Grabbed my ass on the dance floor. Don't kill. Just rough him up a little, please.'

You don't even have a minute to breathe before your phone pings. Fuck. Alright. He's fast.

'Sick. A first time user. Happy to help. Where can I find him? 🧜‍♂️'

'He was in Dazy Nights, downtown. You know where that is?'

30 seconds pass. Your phone pings again.

'Yep. Got it. Thank god for GPS. Don't worry, first timer. I'll fuck him up the ass so hard his he'll wish he'd never even been born, as advertised. Not literally, though. I'm not gonna actually fuck him up the ass. That'd be weird. But not because I'm homophobic. My dad is gay. More because he's a creep and he touched you inappropriately. 🧜‍♂️'

"What..." You mumble under your breath as you read the text, an incredulous giggle escaping you. This guy, whoever he is, is seriously fucked in the head, you decide. A little funny, too. But you can't complain too much. You contacted him, you made the choice to text his number and incite some indirect revenge. So you just shake your head, and text back.

'Thank you. I appreciate it. Again, don't kill. Just get him good.'

'Noted! No problemo. But if you ever do need me to kill, don't hesitate to ask, first timer. Seriously, I'm so down for it. Guys like that deserve it. 🧜‍♂️'

You decide to cut the conversation there, sliding your phone back into your purse. You feel a little sick to your stomach as you walk yourself home, guilt and regret stalking you the entire way, following you into your home and crawling into bed with you.

But as you lay there, wide awake, you remind yourself of what he said. Guys like that deserve it. And maybe he's right. Maybe this is for the best, maybe next time fucking Brett will think twice before making unwanted advances. Maybe you've saved someone else from the suffering the same fate as yourself at his hands.

That thought helps you sleep a little easier.

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Monday rolls around quicker than you'd have liked it to, and all you've been able to think about over the weekend is that short conversation you had with Evergreen's own Vigilante a few nights ago. You spent all of Saturday morning re-reading the messages. Saturday night was spent in front of the TV, with some rom-com you've been meaning to watch playing as background noise while you thought about the messages. Sunday, you tried to distract yourself. You went out for brunch with a few friends, but as soon as you made it through your front door, your mind wandered right back to him and that silly little mermaid emoji that made his threats of murder seem a little lighter.

You wonder if he actually did it; whether he made good on his promise to fuck him up so badly that he'd be wishing he was never born. Part of you hopes he did, that he managed to find that fucker before he made it home and gave him a beating he'll never forget. The other part of you hopes that he missed out on the opportunity, if only to subside the quiet, yet nagging, guilty conscience in your head.

Work is a welcome distraction from the weekends events. Deadlines that need to be met, lunch with your co-workers, and your micro-managing boss that never seems to leave you the fuck alone when you're trying to do your job. It's all incredibly exhausting and boring, but at least it gives you the chance to take your mind off of what happened at the weekend, and the masked vigilante that's been invading your thoughts all weekend.

You haven't thought about it all day, until you pull up to the grocery store after work, and you see him. Brett.

He hasn't seen you, you're safely locked away in your car, but you can see him. He's standing outside the store, cigarette in hand, talking to a guy who you can only assume is one of his friends – he looks like he's just as much of an asshole as Brett. From where you're parked, you can see the shiner of a black eye on his face, dark blue bruising that extends to his forehead. There's numerous cuts and scrapes on his cheeks, and it's looks like his lips have been completely bust up.

It makes you feel slightly ill, looking at him, knowing that you're the one behind this. But at the same time, you can't help but smile to yourself, feeling weirdly... satisfied.

You grab your bag and pull out your phone, unlocking it and scrolling through your texts until you find the chat with the contact you've named 'VH'. You stare at your screen for at least a minute, re-reading the short conversation from Friday night over and over again. You want to text him. Hell, you've found yourself wanting to text him again all weekend, and you can't quite seem to place your finger on why that is. What would you even say to him? 'Hey, thanks for doing at great job at fucking up that guy's face, I really appreciate it'?

With a sigh, you lock your phone, trying to kick the urge to converse with a vigilante to the curb. But before you know it, you're typing in your password again and sending him a 'Hey'.

You keep the chat open, but you make a point out of looking away from the screen, hoping that if you don't look, he'll reply faster. Minutes pass by, and you're slightly disappointed by the absence of the jarring pinging of your notification bell. Then you remember that he probably has a life outside of being Vigilante. He's most likely just a normal guy, with a normal job and friends and family, he probably doesn't spend all of his time checking whatever burner phone he uses to run the hotline.

Just as you're about to lose hope that he'll respond, your phone pings.

'Woah, hey. First timer's a second timer already? Did you get yourself into trouble just so you could talk to me? 🧜‍♂️'

It pings again, a few moments later.

'For the record, that was a joke. If you're in trouble again, I'm sure it's not your fault and I'm more than happy to help. Though I gotta remind you that I usually only do this hotline stuff on weekends, but I'd be more than willing to extend my hours. For you. What can I do for you? 🧜‍♂️'

You feel your face heat up, a grin beginning to creep across your lips as you read the two texts. 'For you'. That's oddly sweet. He's oddly sweet. You know what he's done, you know he kills people. You've heard the whispers around town, stories from the people who've been lucky enough break the law and survive one of Vigilante's attacks. Yet you can't help but be taken in by how... charming he is. Sure, this is only the second conversation you've had with him, but he's been so kind. Funny, too, in his own way.

The rush you get from texting him is intoxicating, and it only makes you want more. So you type out a response, and hit send.

'Nothing! I didn't get in trouble again. I wouldn't want you working overtime for me. But I did wanna talk to you. Just to say thank you for what you did for me. I saw Brett. You got him good. Gave him a real shiner of a black eye.'

Just a minute later.

'HA. Yeah. You should have seen it. He took a real beating. He cried like a fucking BABY. Begged me not to kill him. I made him apologise for harassing women, too. It was HILARIOUS. You were right about the beard, btw. Definitely makes him look even more of an asshole🧜‍♂️'

You're surprised to see a video loading up on your screen.

'He definitely didn't mean it, life or death situations call for desperate measures I guess. But at least you can laugh at him and his stupid fucking face. 🧜‍♂️'

Although you're hesitant to press play, you do so anyway. There, on your screen, is Brett. Beaten and bloody, begging for his life, and apologising through his tears for being a creep. Saying sorry for using bad pick-up lines, and objectifying women's bodies, and... groping asses on the dance floor. You freeze up when you hear that, a wave of panic washing over you. Does he... does he know that you're the one that sent Vigilante after him? Fuck. You didn't even consider the possibility that he'd put two and two together and figure out that it was you who texted in. You have to know if he knows, if Vigilante mentioned anything specific about why he went after Brett.

'You're right. That's funny. But I need to ask you something.'

'Anything! 🧜‍♂️'

'Does Brett know that I'm the one who texted you? Did you mention anything about me or what happened?'

You chew on your bottom lip as you await a response, and when you read his reply, you're more than relieved.

'Nah. I didn't say anything. I wouldn't. Vigilante-client confidentiality, and all that. He was the one that mentioned names. A whole list of them, actually. Kinda concerning how many women he named that could've been the one to contact me about him.🧜‍♂️'

'Okay. Cool. I guess I just never thought of the consequences of texting in. I didn't consider that maybe he'd know it was me. Had me kinda panicked for a sec.'

'Don't worry, I made it clear that if he ever tried to approach or contact you or any of the other women he named, I'd find out. And I'd kill him for it. You're safe. I got you. 🧜‍♂️'

For what feels like the hundredth time in, you find yourself smiling down at your phone as you read his text.

'Thank you. I appreciate that :). Hopefully you've taught him a lesson. Maybe he'll stay home when the weekend comes around. I think he'd be doing everyone a favour.'

'Hopefully! Listen, I gotta buzz. Work stuff. Not Vigilante work. I only do that stuff at night. Like my actual job kind of work. But I'll talk to you later, first timer. 🧜‍♂️'

'Yeah, of course. Sorry for bothering you while you're at work. And thank you, again.'

You take a deep breath before sending another text.

'My name is (Y/N), btw <3'

'First timer has a name? Fucking sweet. Obviously I know you have a name but you never told me, so in my head I've just been calling you first timer. But now you're (Y/N), which is cool. So talk later, (Y/N)! 🧜‍♂️'

'<3 🧜‍♂️'

You throw your phone on to the passenger seat, like it's burning hot to the touch and it's just scalded you. Did you... did you seriously just send a heart to Vigilante? And did he seriously just send one back? Wait, no. The heart isn't the biggest problem. You just told him your name. Your real name. What if he finds you? What if this whole funny-charming-kind thing is just an act, and you end up bleeding in a dark alley within a month?

"Fuck..." You mumble, leaning your head back against your seat, wondering what the hell you've just gotten yourself into. Wondering if you should just block his number and never think about him again.

It's a stupid idea, getting involved with someone like him. One that could leave you hurt, or dead. Anyone would call you crazy for it. You probably are crazy for it. But that's not enough to deter you from reaching for your phone and grinning down at it when he texts you later that night.

'Hey. 🧜‍♂️'

It's a dangerous game, but one that you're more than willing to play.

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powerfultenderness · 1 year

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Favorite underrated Vigilante scene

#Peacemaker #vigilante #adrian chase #freddie stroma #john cena #christopher smith #i return not as a bad fic writer not as a bad gif maker #but as a bad video editor #i wish we could see the adr #just freddie rambling as vig #freddie stroma is too powerful #when i cant write or sleep

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starsofmilos · 1 year

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Pollen Again!? (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Oh my God please please please do write a sequel where the reader is the one affected I am begging on my hands and knees

No need to beg! I will write a part two! Go ahead and read part one here! Thank you guys for the support also this gif real quick...Anyways sex pollen part two!

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Warnings: sex, p in v, overstimulation, oral sex (fem receiving), degrading, praise, rough sex, mentions of violence

It had been officially been two months since as you and Adrian call the plant incident happened.

You had been since studying said plant hoping to find something that can lead to a weakness to help the group kill the aliens you all had been hunting.

“Any progress?” You glanced up seeing Adrian and Christopher in your doorway.

“Not yet..I’m just still confused by all of it. Humans inject it they become sex monsters while when they eat it that’s it. It’s food for them, but a version of viagra for us?”

Adrian sighed sighed sitting alongside you. “I know..by this point I don’t think you’re gonna be able to crack it might as well burn it. We gotta take down another factory soon.”

“Yeah..I can always get a new one. This one is dying anyways.” You groaned giving him a kiss as Chris gagged behind you two.

“Fuck off dude.” Adrian laughed as you flipped him off.

“You down for some pizza?” You nodded letting him drag you away from your desk.

“Okay I’ll go place an order, but first I’m gonna go to the restroom.” You smiled as Adrian walked away.

“You know I’m glad Vig and you are together, but do you both have to be so sappy all the time.” Rolling your eyes, you scoffed grabbing your gas mask.

“Jealous much?” Chris laughed shaking his head,

“No way I am. Are you gonna burn it now?” You nodded.

“Yeah so you should start heading out. We all know what happens if you eat it. Don’t wanna find out if you inhale a huge quantity of it.”

“I kinda do.”

You shook your head grabbing your lighter. “No. Out.”

Chris scoffed a bit not really thinking much of it, “Oh come on I wanna see it burn it’ll be cool-”

“You can possibly go through what Adrian did and I don’t want anyone else to do so-”

Chris took the lighter from your hand holding it above your head. “Christopher Smith! I am not messing around!”

“Oh come on! I just wanna burn it!” He was chuckling not thinking anything of it. You groaned struggling to get your lighter back before gasping as he stepped back slipping on a piece of paper you had told yourself you were gonna pick up later.

“Careful!!” The lighter fell managing to catch the paperwork you had on the table on fire. You both screamed as you tried to pat it out before yelping as it burned your hand.

Chris tried to put it out after screaming as it spread to the plant on the table. Not thinking twice, you shoved your gas mask on Chris so he didn’t inhale any of the smoke.

He fought your hands yelling as you pushed him out of the room locking the door. You coughed as the smell of the pollen went throughout the room.

Grabbing your fire extinguisher, you quickly put the fire out sliding to the floor. Your face was flushed as you panted on the floor barely hearing Adrian and Chris arguing outside.

Forcing yourself up, you slid the window open airing the room out breathing in the outside air.

Hopefully breathing in the toxins wouldn’t have the same effect as eating the plant-

Right as that thought went through your head, you felt a sharp pain wave through your lower abdomen.

The door bursted open as Adrian rushed to you wearing his helmet. “Y/N are you okay?! What the fuck happened?!”

You whined as he lifted you up. “Adrian...”

A heat blossomed between your thighs as he gripped you tightly. That familiar feeling of an orgasm rose once Adrian placed you down gently on the couch.

“Y/N I am so sorry!” Chris yelled out as withered on the couch gripping the cushions. Your knuckles turned white.

“Adrian..” You cried out gripping your stomach tightly.

“Call Harcourt! Now!”

Twenty minutes later, the team sat around the livingroom once more. Everyone was glaring at Chris.

“So she inhaled a huge quantity of the plant! We don’t know what that will do to her! You stupid idiot! You couldn’t just fucking listen!” John yelled out throwing his hands up.

“Y/N is in serious shit now.”

Adrian sighed running his hand down his face, “We don’t know if she has the same symptoms that I did yet. She just kept withering in pain.”

“Fuck..Well one of us has to check then. Damn it why did she put the mask on me!”

“Cause as stupid as you are she didn’t want you to get infected by a plant we don’t know much about!” Emilia groaned.

“Chase can you go check on her?”

Adrian nodded heading to the door. He only made it down the hallway before stopping hearing an all too familiar noise come from you.

“Fuck! Adrian! Fuck me! Oh god!” You moaned out loudly sobbing into your pillow. He immediately walked back to the living room.

“You guys need to go home. All of you now.” Adrian breathed out opening the front door.

“Is she okay-” Adebayo tried to ask jumping as Adrian cut her off.

“Go. I will take care of this. She has the same symptoms as me, but worse. Breathing it in I think makes it worse than consuming it. Now all of you go.”

They all nodded, “I will call to check on you both tomorrow okay?”

He nodded at Emilia’s words. “Bro I’m sorry again.” Chris apologized. Adrian shook his head.

“Apologize to her tomorrow.”

Once they all left, Adrian quietly walked into your bedroom watching you intensely grind into your pillow.

“Please..Please..Fuck!” Your legs shook feeling your cunt clench around nothing. You were drenched in sweat and so desperately in need of a good fucking.

“You okay hun?” You whimpered turning to Adrian with a small pout.

“Adrian! Need you! Need you! Oh fuck is this what you went through!?” He nodded giving you a small smile.

“Basically, but you seem to be worser than I was.”

“Oh fuck! I am! I really really am..” His cock twitched at your words. “I need your cock. Need you to fuck me. Adrian please!”

“Don’t worry. I plan on taking good care of you.” He stripped his clothing quickly staggering to the bed.

You ground down on the pillow moaning loudly as your legs quivered seeing his semi hard cock bounce. Adrian climbed into the bed pulling you into a small hug before kissing you deeply.

Adrian didn’t waste much time to move his kisses down enveloping a nipple into his mouth. You cried out. Everything felt intense. It was intense. Your senses were basically dialed up to 100.

That’s why it didn’t surprise you when you came just from Adrian sucking your nipples. Your back arched as Adrian watched in shock. Drool spilled from his mouth once he pulled away from your chest.

“Did you just?...”

“More! I need more! Adrian please!” You begged him, “I’ll do anything..Anything just give me more..”

He shushed you reassuring you, “You’re so wet..Can I lick your pussy?”

“Eat me out! My pussy needs it!”

“Your pussy?” He tilted his head toying with your chest.

“No it’s yours! Just please! Need something! Don’t be mean right now!” Your eyes grew teary. Adrian felt a bit of guilt twinge in his chest. That quickly changed to arousal once he saw your cunt glisten with how wet you were.

He scooted down the bed getting eye level with your cunt using his fingers to spread it apart. Adrian moved his head in pushing his tongue inside letting it slip out to move to your perky clit.

You screamed once he began to suckle it. Grabbing his hair, you shoved his face into your cunt grinding down on his face. Adrian raised his arms up gripping your waist to keep you still.

Moaning and whining, Adrian moved his mouth crazily. His teeth nipped one of your lips using his tongue to soothe it over. Your clit was sloppily sucked on.

He glanced up at you smiling widely once you thrusted your hips forward grinding your hips down. The thought of having you ride his face occurred in his mind, but with how desperate you already were Adrian decided that would have to wait for another time.

A time where you weren’t enhanced by a stupid alien plant.

“Adrian! I’m gonna cum again!” He nodded against you pulling back to kiss your thigh.

“That’s okay. Cum as many times as you need too. Fuck you taste so good..” Adrian groaned pushing his tongue in again.

Legs clamping around Adrian’s head, you cried out cumming on his tongue for the second time tonight.

Adrian kept going circling your clit to prolong your orgasm as he grabbed your legs pushing them apart. He loved you crushing his head between your thighs, but he needed to be able to pull away.

Your sigh of relief made him pull away. Adrian kissed his way up your body smiling above you. His face was drenched in your juices.

“You taste good.”

“Sweet?” You asked him out of curiosity.

“No you taste like pussy and fuck you are addicting. Can’t believe I haven’t eaten you out before today..When you’re not you know fucked up on alien plant smoke, I’m gonna make you ride my fucking face.”

His words alone caused you to clench around nothing making you needy once more.

Adrian kissed your face anywhere he could reach as he grabbed his cock slapping it against your clit. You cried out grabbing his face.

“Adrian! Please! No teasing not today! It hurts! I need you please!” Adrian pushed in without wasting a further second.

Your mouth fell into a silent scream as he moved deeply. He kissed your forehead moving to your ear to whisper reassurances.

“Sorry..Just like to tease you forgot you’re so desperate right now. A desperate little whore. My desperate whore though.” He grunted speeding up once he felt your legs wrap around his waist.

“I’m not-”

“What you’re not desperate?..Don’t lie sweetheart..I can feel the way you’re clenching around me. Your pussy needs this. Oh fuck it needs my cock..”

Adrian fucked you into the mattress grunting as his face grew red. You moaned babbling nonsense. He had you in a mating press.

“Gonna fuck my cum in you as many times as it takes tonight Y/N. You’re gonna be so full of my cum and so much is gonna leak out! Oh fuck!”

“I want that! Make me cum! Make me cum!” You clenched down on his hard cock. Adrian kissed you again growling once you began to sob.

“Gonna take it all aren’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Yeah you gonna be a good girl for me? You gonna cum? I want you to cum now.” He groaned throwing his head back. You panted before screaming out scratching his shoulders releasing on his dick.

Adrian moaned in your ear continuing his pace before crying out himself cumming deep inside of you.

He laid on top of you panting checking you over. Your eyes looked less glazed and you seemed more calm.

“Adrian..” He smiled hearing your small whisper.

“Yes lovely bee?”

“That’s a horrible pet name..”

“I wanted to try something new even I thought that sounded gross though.” You laughed before wincing as he pulled out.

“You feeling better?” You nodded whimpering softly feeling his cum leak out of you down to the sheets.

“Oh fuck..” A small cramp passed through your stomach at the thought of being full of Adrian again. Adrian hummed placing a small kiss on you.

“I came three times already I thought it’d be over!”

“Trust me it’s gonna take more than three times and even after you’re completely exhausted you’ll still want more. Only thing that stopped me last time was seeing you so out of it.”

“Fuck Adrian..” He moved off of you grabbing your ankles dragging you to the end of the bed. Your ass hung off as Adrian stood up throwing your ankles over his shoulder.

“I love you Y/N. I promise I’ll take care of you okay?”

“Okay..Please more..Fuck I don’t know if I can take any more though!” You sobbed out. Adrian shook his head.

“Should’ve let Chris smell it then..Just had to be a good person and save him from inhaling it.” Adrian gritted his teeth.

He didn’t plan on telling you till he finished helping you, but he was quite honestly a little piss you saved Chris before yourself.

You were such a selfless person always putting others before you, but this was serious. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.

Adrian gripped your thighs placing a small kiss on your ankle shoving his cock deep in you. You gripped the sheets gasping. Adrian decided to release some of his anger and pound the hell out of you.

“FUCK!” Your breast bounced with every thrust. His hands made quick work to squeeze them stretching you out. Adrian growled as you scratched his arms.

“Fucking needy whore. Did you want me to fuck you like this? Is that why you breathed in all of that stupid plant?”

“No! I wanted to protect Chris! I-Fuck!” His thighs smacked against the back of your legs hastily.

“God I love you, but that was so stupid of you. You’re lucky you’re fucking cute. You’re fucking adorable and my pussy is s-so good..” He gasped dropping your legs to lap back on top of you shoving you up the bed.

“Legs around my waist now.” You obeyed him instantly whining as he grabbed your ass hauling you up to clutch you to his chest.

Adrian sat on the bed moving you on his lap making you ride him. He slapped your ass one hand guiding your hips the other groping your ass.

“You’re gonna cum riding my dick like the needy whore you are!”

“Yes! God yes! Tell me I’m a good girl! Please! I’ll be a needy whore, but I need to hear I’m good too! Please Adrian!”

“You’re good..So good for me..My good selfless girl..Gonna give you my dick all night so you can feel better cum again..Now.”

You sobbed out slamming down him once more. Adrian moaned as you clenched down on him milking him for all he was worth. You panted slowly still moving on him.

“I don’t know if I can go again..So sore already, but I feel it..” Adrian nodded in understanding pulling you off. “Also I’m sorry I worried you..”

“I know you are..it’s okay..I know why you did. You just freaked me out..I’m gonna fuck you though..Not only because you’re my girlfriend and I will kill anyone else who tries to do what I do with you, but because you need it.”

You moaned as he pulled out moving you on your hands and knees. He pushed back in this time planning to cum again.

“I was thinking I’ll cum one more time in you then eat you out again.” You whined pushing against him.

“Adrian..I’m so sensitive..”

“I know, but you need to cum. I know you do sweetheart..So let me take care of you. I know you can handle it..I’ve always wanted to see how many times I can push you. Make you my cockdrunk girl.”

Adrian thrusted into you using his hand to reach around you to rub your clit. You grabbed his arm scratching it from the overstimulation.

“Wait! Wait! OH FUCK!! FUCK!” You came within seconds of his fingers on your clit. Face planting into the pillow, Adrian looked in shock. Since you were so sensitive, your clit was basically an instant cum button.

He continued his thrust smiling still rubbing your clit. You made small grunts grinding down on his hand taking his hard thrust.

Eyes rolling back into your head, you babbled nonsense clenching down on Adrian. “So good..Cock so good..Adrian feel s’good..”

“F-fuck f-fuck!!! FUCK!!!!!” You yelped as Adrian gripped your hips deeply pressing himself against you. He slipped out watching his cum drip down your thighs once more.

“God even after seeing it earlier..Still fucking hot..” He licked his cum off your thigh using his fingers to push them inside of you. You jumped moaning loudly from Adrian’s fingering your sore pussy.

“You good?”

“Y-yes..”

“Do you need more?”

You stood quiet grinding back on his hand as a response. Adrian hummed biting the curve of your ass laughing a bit.

“Alright Y/N..love you..”

“Love you too..” You croaked out jumping as he used his thumb to rub your clit.

The next afternoon, you awoke feeling more refreshed than ever, but also exhausted. Adrian slept next to you like a log completely out. You kissed his cheek before moving to get off the bed yelping as you fell straight down.

“Oh shit..” You hoarsely whispered out. Your legs gave out completely on you. Thighs covered in hickeys and pussy sore. “Adrian..”

He sighed in his sleep. You whimpered using your strength to lift yourself up a bit hoping to get his attention.

“Adrian!”

You yelled as he jumped out of bed looking around for a threat. “What happened!? Who’s there!??”

“Adrian! It’s me!” He looked down shocked to see you on the floor.

“H-help..I can’t move my legs..” Adrian stifled a laugh seeing your small pout. “Adrian please! I have to pee!”

Adrian nodded getting up carrying you away to the restroom. Afterwards, you both laid in bed in silence. Adrian ran his hand through your hair kissing your forehead.

“Can’t believe I literally fucked you so hard you couldn’t walk the next day.”

“Don’t laugh!”

“I’m sorry! it’s just funny!”

“It’s all the stupid fucking plant’s fault!”

“I know it is..”

“UGH!! I swear I am never working on it again!”

“Good. I was actually gonna ask you not too..”

“I won’t! This is all Peacemakers idiotic fault!” Adrian chuckled at your words kissing you.

“God I love you, but we really do need to stay away from this dumb plant.”

“I’m gonna kill Peacemaker.”

“I’m just happy I got to eat you out multiple times-”

“Adrian!” He grinned seeing the flustered look on your face. You turned over away from him. Adrian wrapped his arms around you spooning you from behind.

“I’m just teasing..You did worry me so next time let him breath it in. It was his mistake anyways. I told him to apologize to you.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. I just want you safe at all times and he put you in danger yesterday. Honestly was the first time I wanted to punch Peacemaker.”

“That’s..wow Adrian.”

“What can I say you mean a lot to me..But the plants does have it’s perks..I don’t ever want me or you getting it in our system again.”

You laughed nodding along. “I couldn’t agree more..I love you Adrian.”

He yawned grinning. “I love you too..”

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #vigilante fanfiction #adrian chase x you #vigilante x reader #fanfic #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker #adrian chase smut

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SURPRISE Here's a Friday WIP

Hello hello, I'm a little late but voila! A WIP from me. I was half-tempted to share this whole scene, but it's about 1000 words and I want to keep some things secret . . . c; I was tagged by @thequeenofthewinter and @blossom-adventures on Wednesday so now I have something to show for it ehehehe The girls are fighting again, because it wouldn't be them if they weren't! I've really struggled with writing lately, but I'm glad this has turned out okay. Enjoy!

“This is . . . incredible,” the vampire murmured in amazement, breathless. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

It was the sixth time she had spoken since her obnoxious chat with the Knight-Paladin—and for the sixth time, Vigdis would stay silent. She couldn’t deny the beauty of the scene before them, but she didn’t have to voice it aloud. They had a ewer to fill, and she had stalled for long enough.

Vigdis turned to walk around Serana to find a path down. Just as she began to pass her, a strong gust of wind blew over them. Serana wavered. Her breath hitched. She lost her balance—

Vigdis grabbed her arm and pulled her from the edge. The vampire stumbled into her, her head bowed so that it crashed into Vigdis’ chin and earned her a grunt. The hunter put her hand on Serana’s hip to stabilise her.

Serana looked up, her dark brows furrowed in fear and worry. Vigdis scowled and released her hold on Serana to give her chin a rub with her freckled fingers to dull the pain.

“Stay away from the edge,” the hunter snapped. “You almost fell to your death.”

Serana’s pale hands curled into tight fists. She no longer looked afraid—she looked angry—livid, even—, and she steadied her gaze on Vigdis. When she spoke, her voice wrung with regret.

“You should’ve let me fall.”

Vigdis harshly gestured to the cliff, fed up. “Well then go ahead. I won’t stop you.”

Serana stared at her with her mouth agape, her dark brows briefly raised in shock before they dipped in frustration. The hunter, who believed she had made her point clear, then turned on her heel—

“You can’t keep pretending that you don’t care!”

She stopped in her tracks. She whipped around and walked up to Serana so that she was in her face, her fury ablaze in her eyes. Vigdis felt as though she could breathe fire.

“I don’t care,” Vigdis snarled.

“You do,” Serana argued, unwavering. “You care. And you’re afraid of it. And it’s killing you.”

Vigdis trembled. Her stomach churned; her throat closed; her heart stopped. The world around her threatened to fall into the maw of her demons as they clawed and screamed and whispered in her ear—

“You don’t know me.” Her voice was a forced breath and shook over her tongue and lips. She stepped back as the demons grew louder. “Don’t pretend that you know what I am or what I can do.” Her icy eyes flickered to Serana’s persimmon ones. She couldn’t discern the emotion that laid there; she could only see the bright glow as they stared back at her. The demons fell silent. “You won’t stop me.”

Serana approached her, her hands outstretched until they wrapped firmly around Vigdis’ upper arms, her stare hard.

“Let me in, Vigdis,” she pleaded in a whisper. “Stop shutting me out. I won’t hurt you.”

Vigdis violently jerked herself away from Serana’s grasp, her breaths shallow. She pressed her lips into a tight line and turned away to end their conversation with finality.

Despite that, Vigdis couldn’t stop the words that echoed in her mind.

I won’t hurt you.

It was the second time Serana had promised such a thing to her. Vigdis didn’t know what to make of it.

As another chilly breeze brushed over her, she decided that she never will know.

#Senu's Writing #Skyrim #Skyrim fanfiction #Skyrim OC #Vigdis #Serana #Serana Volkihar #Once again Serana tries and Vig says 'FUCK OFF'#Or something to that effect anyway #I smell foreshadowing . . . . owo

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It’s the most wonderful time of the year…

Adrian Chase x F! Reader

{a/n Christmas 2022 this idea was first thought of but shelved because there just wasn’t the time to start it. Until now because the Adrian thirst is once again making me feral for this lil guy, and the need to write something was too strong to ignore. So here it is, a vague idea that I’ve let take the lead so this story goes where it wants to go…you have been warned🤣Merry Christmas!}

*Huge thanks to @powerfultenderness for guiding me through this, you are on the good list♥️*

*Takes place after show, characters all established and in this world Vig still has his parents*

~Three POV’s and a whole lot of secrets are poured into this holiday story, which is clearly spiked with festive cheer and definitely shouldn’t be read whilst driving, this is a tasty Christmas treat that you definitely don’t want to miss!~

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

{WARNING: 18 PLUS/ swearing, blatant disregard for the holiday season, lots of smut, p in v, oral sex, doggy style, under a Christmas tree, flirting and teasing, tis the season for cheesiness, ambiguous ending}

#adrian chase x reader #christmas fanfiction #adrian chase #vigilante #freddie stroma #peacemaker #adrian chase is a babe #christopher smith #11th street kids #freddie stroma is too powerful #cheesy and fluffy #smut happens #tis the season #here it is #i’m done

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What do you think would be a resolution for the Israel Palestinian conflict? I think all loss of life is tragic, but I understand why Israel is in a war.

Also I don't get the constant reference to genocide, the number of casualties is quite low so far compared to other wars. So by that reasoning almost any war involves genocide. It's especially puzzling because the side openly calling for genocide is the one you support. Isreal seems atleast to make an effort not to harm civilians, while on Oct 7 civilians were almost exclusively targeted.

Hello.

You seem to be unacquainted with my blog, considering you sent this in.

Allow me to introduce myself properly.

I am Mandy. I study law. This past fall, I did a course on International Law, specifically considering the countries who are a part of the United Nations and the conflicts that surround them.

I would urge you to look up the meaning of the word "genocide". The criteria of a genocide is clearly not what you think. Just one person has to die for it to be considered a genocide. Just one child has to be forcibly moved for the purpose of indoctrination for it to be considered a genocide.

As a law student, I pride myself on providing sources for anything law specific that I say on here.

Regarding Palestine, I have done this countless of times. In fact, I have spoken on this exact matter before, and why this is in fact a genocide, but also why genocide is so hard to prove, but also how Israel has committed countless war crimes against Palestine (which is also why I am currently writing my bachelor thesis on the war crimes committed by Israel in Palestine). My responses will be linked below:

My personal beliefs on why you should be supporting Palestine? Remember, remember, the fifth of november.

Now. I won't fault you for not understanding the depth and depravity of what is happening currently. I will however, fault you for returning to my inbox without having read all of the material I just provided you with.

And trust me, I will know, if you return without educating yourself. I will know. I can always tell.

It's all there. In fact, even more is there, if you would be so gracious to spend your time looking up the Palestine-Israel conflict online. Everything is explained very clearly and very quickly.

And again.

If you're unsure of what side you should be on, then please remember that trump supporters and extremist christians support Israel. That should tell you most of all you need to know.

(just FYI, all of these and more can be found by searching "Palestine" on my blog).

#mandy answers #palestine #free palestine #gaza #ceasefire now #israel #free gaza

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Virago Pt 2

David "Hesh" Walker x Fem!Reader

Part 1

A/N: I did planned to take this further and try to fix it but an angsty end just felt right. My heart's broken, I hope yours is too. There likely won't be a third part but I like vig (she's basically a self insert so um...) and might write her again.

Again thanks to @aukuro for finding his photo for me

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Angst, canon typical violence, sexual assault reference, panic attacks

June 28th - Tragedy

You could have sworn you heard gunshots, your unconscious hazy and unstable state made anything you saw or felt or heard feel like a dream. You heard Hesh’s voice, he called out to you, he calmed you down and you wanted to smile.

You thought of this all over. You thought of his voice. Had you been awake, the thought would have all felt incredibly indulgent but when your subconscious prevailed, your core desires never hid. They always led your mind back to a little house with that silly little boy and his silly little dog.

Some days it was a cabin in the woods, just you and him alone while Riley chased rabbits. Other times it was a house next to the coast. Playing volleyball with the boy, shirtless and tanned while Riley ran away from the waves. There wasn’t much beach left for unauthorised personnel’s this day and age but your subconscious never wanted to play politics.

The moment you truly opened your eyes, it took you a few seconds to realise you were awake. Uncontrollable brain fog; you couldn’t figure out what time it was, you couldn’t figure out where you were. All you knew was that you wanted to go back to sleep, live in that dream a little longer.

Your knees felt like fucking shit. Your head felt like fucking shit.

Oh dear Lord what happened.

What was in your lungs, were you drowning?

Why are they so sticky, why couldn’t you breathe.

Fuck.

What happened, fUCK WHAT HAPPENED.

“Hold her down.” A gruff voice you didn’t recognise spat at you and a little bit on you. A pair of arms reacted, wrapping around you and holding you tighter to the wooden chair frame against your back. You were so in your head, so in your body, you hadn’t realised your thoughts manifested into panic and your heart was beating dangerously fast.

“After all that and she’s still going.” The voice behind you added. He spoke directly next to your ear, too loud you instinctively flinched away from him, The sound like a patrol banging on someone's door, prying their way in.

You opened your eyes, first meeting Hesh. His eyes painted with concern and defeat and rage and… You weren’t sure. He probably wasn’t sure.

Then you met Merrick’s line of sight, his eyes only told you that he was sorry. Your heart shattered, everyone accepting the situation for what it was. The ghosts had failed their mission.

Keegan wasn’t back yet. Elias was yet to be seen..

You looked to Logan. His face was pale, blood covered his clothes, eyes bloodshot and puffy red. You gave him a concerned look he failed to meet. That’s when alarm bells rung in your head. Something happened while you were out. Of all of you, Logan’s spirit was the hardest to break and this boy right now looked the epitome of defeated.

“She wouldn’t last this long if I got my hands on her, if you know what I mean.” Some of the surrounding soldiers chucked which turned into hollers. You were tied and held back like your soul depended on it but Hesh and Merrick, it was their final straw.

“You’re fucking disgusting, I’m going to kill you!” Hesh launched out of his chair, directly towards the sergeant quicker than anyone else could even think about stopping him. Merrick took the chance of surprise, following suit soon after.

Like it was coordinated, a window shattered, the commanding officer in the centre of the room fell to the ground half a second later. There was no time to question it.

“Logan now!” He sprung out of his chair, knocking out the sergeant behind you. It took you a moment to find your balance. Logan’s arms were held out for a second to spare, making sure you did stay on your feet.

“Got you Vig.” You’d smile later, realising he used Keegan’s nickname. But not now.

Everything burnt. Adrenaline burns hotter.

You stole the gun from the body behind you, ready to keep moving. You hadn’t noticed the way you stumbled as you walked, Hesh did. He was by your side in a heartbeat.

“Virago,” He held your shoulders like fine china, his voice soft and low, a sound that would get you into bed any other day. “You okay?”

“I think so.” You groaned as you tried taking a step. Perhaps you were worse off than you thought. In reality, you almost saw death’s door. Your face was purple, legs almost numb, something between your legs and in your gut stung like the worst pain you’d ever felt and your chest crunched at every step you took.

“You okay, Merrick?” Hesh asked over his shoulder, Logan helping him to his feet.

“Yeah. Ribs broken, but I can move.” He didn’t sound well, but he was more put together than you were. Maybe you had come out of this most worse for wear. “You stick with Virago, we gotta keep moving!”

June 28th - Start of Mission

Logan led the way, Merrick a close second, double clearing a room. Hesh had an arm around your waist, you felt like dead weight, clutching your gun like it was gonna make a difference.

“Keegan, we’re up and moving. Get here as soon as you can.” Hesh spoke into his com. The static of it was even enough to set off another siren in your head.

“Check. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

“We need to make it to the west side of the building, It’s our best chance of getting out of here.” You spoke, Hesh depositing you against a counter to open the next set of doors. From where you stood, you weren’t sure you’d helped all too much, maybe hitting one soldier. Performance at this very moment wasn’t your main concern however.

Then finally you made it to the kitchen. The long room was clear, keegan meeting you halfway, eye focused on the exit.

You held your hand out to catch yourself on the wall, there was a small office off to the side you entered, giving a quick once over and nodding back to Hesh.

“Vig doesn’t look too good, is she gonna make it standing?” You could barely hear Keegan's voice as he spoke to Hesh.

“They did a number on her but she’s still got some in her. She sticks with me.” He replied.

“It’s clear. Bring Merrick in here, he’s gonna need a minute.” The moment it left your mouth, Merrick’s torso gave out and he fell onto a rack of plates and cutlery. Hesh was by his side in moments, basically dragging him into the office room. The racket of it all sounded 10 times worse with the stakes at hand.

“Shit, we gotta hide. Logan, in here. Quick.” Keegan was the last to enter the room, stationed and ready next to the archway. They heard us in the kitchen and were making their way in.

You sat on the back wall, finally taking the moment to catch your breath.

“Turn your radio down.”

A chorus of shh’s echoed in the space.

Your heart hasn't slowed down since you woke up.

All your focus was on the window. Heavy footsteps and a radio spouting portuguese steadily approaching.

The next series of events happened within the blink of the eye. Keegan jumped on the soldier the moment he entered. Body to the ground with his legs flailing about, searching the carpet for anything. Not a sound to be heard but his struggling grunts, Keegan's arm playing the part of a suffocator and muffler.

Then show time really began.

It was a shit show. One room after the other in a maze of hallways and foyers. Elias seemed long gone, Riley only crossing your mind upon Hesh’s inquiries. You stuck close to his shoulder, he almost had you anchored over his right shoulder, your feet sometimes not so much as grazing the ground as he moved you along quicker.

It took a two story drop for all of your injuries to really let themselves be known. Even after Hesh breaking your fall.

Something in your left knee wasn’t sitting right, blood had soaked a patch of fabric off the back of your shirt, a warm liquid trickled down the side of your neck and all you could hear was the ocean again.

A dog bark, a seagull squawk. Instead of fading black, your vision desperately wanted to fade a gorgeous baby blue. Sweat built behind your knees, sand sticking to it for dear life. His voice calling out to you once more.

He called you by your name, and it was bliss. It wasn’t a question of give up and give in, but inevitability.

“Virago?” He took you by the shoulders, now in front of you. Hesh’s panicked look subsided as you responded to his call, waking up. “Thought we lost you for a second.”

“If we can make it to the strip, I can find us a ride out of here.” Keegan reassured, not much of a plan but enough of a goal. A guttural moan left your lips as you tried to take a step, you were over Hesh’s shoulder completely in seconds.

“Take it slow, we’re gonna be outnumbered.” With that, Merrick led the way.

You fell into a routine, Hesh stationing you behind a fallen structure piece to cover him as he covers Merrick and Keegan making further ground.

Logan had Riley on his own shoulder as you preoccupied Hesh’s. The poor dog ran out at the wrong time but he’ll be okay.

Gunshots and yelling. It felt like years.

“Right side!”

“Cover me!”

“Watch out!”

“I got him!”

A total overwhelming, overstimulating combination of every sense. The sand and the hot sun. Your jaw crushed at every recoil, the sweat on your palms building your gun almost slipping out of your hands.

The smell was foul.

It was too much, you told yourself you couldn’t do it anymore.

It was exactly that that made you run to the evac helicopter. And that that saw you collapse the moment you were safe.

The baby blue sky had already swallowed you whole by the time the helicopter left the ground. This time it wasn’t just Hesh’s voice. Merrick’s voice as course as the sand you saw further and further in the distance. Keegan’s the tall grass that tickled your feet and Logan’s the seafoam that met the shore ocean to the shore. And it all drowned out. Only four steps in the waves took you under, cold and refreshing, a tingle on your skin.

You woke up maybe 15 minutes later, still in the air. You were in Merrick’s arm, himself just as out cold as you were. Hesh sat across from you, next to his brother, Riley over his lap. The three of them looked sorely unwell. But it was all over now. You hoped it was all over now.

Once you were out, HQ sent you to a US naval carrier just off the east coast. And that first night, you held Hesh.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t cry. He barely slept. He just rested his head on your chest and let you hold him. In the early morning, he got up and left.

People heard what was going on and just pretended not to notice the two of you staying together at night. It was the least they could do. He watched his father die in action, his brother get shot in action, his dog get shot in action, his girl could barely walk and was now undergoing sexual assault kit.

Merrick took you and waited five hours for you to finally re-emerge from the medical ward. You did not see Hesh until later that night. He found you and on that second night, you both cried.

The second day, you stuck by Hesh’s side and he stuck by yours. Slowly but surely you found life returning to him. As your own and his brother's wound healed, he was starting to understand that he hadn’t lost it all.

Riley was walking, you were walking by yourself, Logan was walking by himself. And although you almost saw him smile, he still continued to blame himself.

It was that day however, you had your first mission debrief. He did not visit you the third night. His eyes became a cold shell again, he had one thing and one thing only on his mind. And you know you wouldn’t be able to join him on the mission to stop him from going too far.

“You’ll be leading this one, Hesh.” Merrick informed, something returned to Hesh’s eyes like a challenge.

The fourth night was the beginning of the end. He wasn’t a cold empty shell, whatever he felt evolved into something worse. Rage over rage built in layers. Every time he looked at you. The deep purple bruise under your eye and busted lip. When he touched you anywhere and saw you flinch or felt a lump. When he heard your manual breathing with every step you struggled to take.

When he saw the healing bruises on Logan’s shoulder, heard the wheezy cough he’d let out when he tried to drink or laugh. Or when he held his father’s balaclava in his hands. The image of his father’s body on the ground next to his brothers in a pool of blood.

He only heard one voice, it was the laughing of a killer and his men.

Unconditional rage turned David’s pupils a colour so unnatural. It hardly recognised him.

You wanted to beg Merrick but you weren’t sure what for. Hesh had to do it, the mission had to come first. You had no idea how to express to Merrick that this was going to become more than a mission to him.

Keegan was already gone who knows where and you were alone. Even in Hesh’s arms. There was no one to hear out your screams.

“Those fucking federation scum are gonna get it for what they did to you. As for Rorke.”

He didn’t need to finish the sentence.

You were scared.

He was more than ready.

The eighth night, you couldn’t sit right. Everything felt wrong. The night before, you had a dream so terrifying, you woke up in a cold sweat and paced the room until five. You couldn’t bring yourself to visit anyone. Every passing day waiting for this thing to happen felt like another failed day to stop it. You knew you couldn’t but by god if you didn’t feel guilty for not trying.

Something bad was going to happen. Something so earth shatteringly bad, nothing was going to be the same and you weren’t ready for it. It was so consuming and tiring and you were so exhausted. Your muscles were under constant stress and fizzled by the day, it felt like you’d had a cold for 4 months. Your skin pale and bruises refused to heal like they should. It was wrong.

You were almost on your knees to Merrick, you had to be out there with the Walker boys. He denied. David denied. Even Logan denied.

That eighth night, you almost felt like you could throw up at any given moment. It was actually that eighth afternoon when Hesh visited you. Merrick sent him to check up on you. He’d never seen you so unravelled, even after so many years of being a ghost by your side.

Hesh calmed you down, himself oddly relaxed for the chaos that had unfolded just days ago and was bound to unfold any second. He coaxed you into your berth, hands firm on your shoulders and he coached you to breathe: in and out.

In and out.

His gaze was then the softest you’ve seen them since he found out this was his mission. Was it more or less settling, you were unsure. You just wanted a break, you wanted to forget even for a moment.

You kissed him to forgot, he kissed you like he loved you. Everything he wanted to get back for you, he put into that kiss. He made everything so hard to forget. Everything had to come out. It was your last chance and if he slipped through your fingers, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself.

“You can’t do it. Please don’t go.” It was a sob, barely audible on his lips. A stain now appeared on his left shoulder as you laid everything you had out to him.

“The mission comes first, It has to be done.” It felt like he was lying through his teeth.

“Then stick you’ll the mission!”

“Rorke is my mission!”

“When they tell you to come back David, you come back!”

“Rorke has to die! That motherfucker took everything!”

“Then don’t let him take you from me!”

“He won’t be taking anything from anyone when I get him!”

You wailed into his shoulder. The screaming match (certain the entire boat could hear) ended with you on your knees, holding the boy by his shirt. He had whittled you down to nothing, a pure catch 22. Your pleas fuel the one action that caused the pain in the first place.

“You have to trust me.” He cooed, your name sounding like the most gentle word on earth when he said it.

“I trust you with my life. I don’t trust you with yours.” You were defeated and the anticipation was unbearable. If he couldn’t make you forget, then you’d have to show him all your love while you still could.

Every piece of skin, every nerve in his body. You would feel guilty - deep down you knew the call was coming tomorrow - but you didn’t give a shit, he wouldn’t give a shit. If this was all you could get, you had to make it count. You couldn’t make it stop, you might as well give him something more to fight for.

July 5th - All or Nothing

You got two hours of what you could barely count as sleep. The both of you back into preparation for the day waiting for the call. And it came early.

The carrier was being evacuated, you made your escort quickly alongside Merrick. The last image you kept of Hesh for the next couple hours was his hunched form over a gun, clearing the deck and you might have as well prayed in that moment.

Merrick brought you with him to the mission control room, you were still unwell but your input is always valued.

In truth, you knew he only kept you on the bench because you’d throw a fit if he didn’t.

You were sitting in the back of a dark, hot room. Filled with coloured screens. People everywhere and Merrick in the middle of it all. He stood for the most part, hunched over his own screen. You listened intently to his every word.

“Latest intel has confirmed Rorke is at the facility but you have to get that missile launched first.” Your breath was caught in your throat. It was almost pathetic how worked up you were over this boy.

You knew to him, this mission was nothing. An A to B when his real goal was R. You knew this could change everything, put you in a large lead against the federation but that switch failed to push itself completely over. The image of that boy’s concentrated eyebrows, two finger’s applying the navy face paint in the mirror. His lips, his hands. The love you once saw in him blown out pupils.

It was excruciating. You were restless. You couldn’t see anything, you could barely hear anything. You have no idea how Elias did this so many times before, you’d lose your mind.

There was chatter and movement. You knew everyone in this room was skilled at their job - hell, they save your life every single time you go out there - but movement right now made you want to shit yourself.

It had barely even been 15 minutes until you heard a “we have a successful launch.”

You felt your first breath, taking in enough air to prepare for another hibernation. Now was the true test of Hesh’s self control, true motives and how smoothly it was going to go was unprecedented.

“Negative Hesh.” Your ears perked up, Merrick in the centre of the room had an eye on you. “Return to rally point, we’ll track him down together.”

You were on your feet now, the closest person to you had their headphones ripped off. The poor lady was too focused on the screen in front of her to really care.

“Sorry Merrick. Your mission is complete, ours isn’t.” It was his voice. The feeling of sickness returned quicker than it left. Everything played out exactly as you knew it would. Just as you were anticipating and you could do nothing about it.

“Goddammit boy!” Merrick threw the headset onto the table in front of him, the people within his vicinity ducking out of the way. The look of defeat in his eye, no match for your own.

You told him so. You tried to tell him so. And he didn’t listen. He didn’t want to find you, if there was anything on this earth he would be afraid of, it’s the look he knew was waiting for him.

You couldn’t take it. The room was suddenly so stuffy. Too loud.n

You stormed out. Merrick was close on your trail. Your back was to him, wasn’t gonna stop you from giving him a mouthful.

“Those stupid fucking boys!” And hell broke loose. “Of course he wasn’t going to listen!”

“Virago.” Merrick held a calm and steady voice, sure he was angry - maybe even more than you because it slipped through his fingers, it was always right in front of his eyes - but it felt less like a loss of everything to him the way it did for you.

This boy had you wrapped around his little finger, he couldn’t take his finger off the trigger.

Merrick took slow, calculated steps. Approaching a wild animal moments before disaster.

“Don’t you dare! Of course he doesn’t listen! He never listens and he’s gonna get himself and Logan killed! I knew it was going to happen, I just knew it and I still couldn’t stop it.” Your hand was holding the wall, every word coming out more of a heave than a yell. Merrick’s efforts of calming you down really only made it worse. “Don’t you dare! I begged you! I was on my stupid fucking knees!”

“Sergeant.” Your hot headedness was never going to outdo his own, spontaneous outbursts. “I am your superior!”

That was all it took to make your engine stall. The ball of energy trapped and swallowed once again and you were humbled back to a professional stance.

Sweat leaked from your pores, tears crawling out of your eyes, spit settled on your chin. In any attempt to hold back any emotion, it was too strong. And if not anger, distress was the next best option. You must have looked like an idiot but it happens to the best of us. Merrick had no words to speak, his own body processing a loss of his own.

“I’ve just never had something that good before.” It was all you could think of. After a beat of silence, it was the only thought brought to the forefront of your mind when you questioned your overattachment over the past day. And with a sheepish expression, Merrick showed you his attention. His own eyes filled with a sorrow like the reality of Elias’s death and now the possibility of his son's death only just hit him.

“You got me, kid.” It was the most genuine thing you’d ever heard from him. The sight of a tear on his cheek was sobering. A plug pulled out of the drain, the adrenaline escaping your body taking all your colour with it. And you laughed.

“You’re an old fart.” He seemed to go through the same process, soon his own pale face smiled in the bittersweet moment.

“You’re probably right.” You shook your head.

“Nah. You still got it. You’re the greatest leader I'll ever have.” And the closest thing you have to a father figure you wanted to scream. But the grin that was fighting it way onto his face was enough satisfaction for you.

If it was just the two of you out on the field, you knew at that moment it would be enough. You could do it by his side, he could do it by yours. It would be enough.

“If they’re not dead by now, go find him.”

You took Merrick’s place. It only took a couple seconds to orient yourself with the information in front of you but with perfect timing, you heard his voice once more. You left out a sigh of relief.

“Merrick, we’re on the train. We’re going after Rorke.” There was clear gunfire in the distant background, only a few minutes until the air attack. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen quickly and it had to happen now. There was little time to blink, a much needed gear shift was finally made in your mind to focus. The switch was pushed all the way.

“Solid copy.”

“Vig?” That was Logan.

“I can prepare an evac as best I can, recon’s on standby but the place is going down.” You heard Hesh let out a breath. Maybe you were just letting yourself hear things. “Be careful.”

Like a send off to a deathwish. The radio silence was an overwhelming sound. You turned to Merrick once more, watching your command.

A proud smile and eyes that spoke a truth of wisdom. “There’s no turning back now, might as well guide them back home.”

With that, you stationed yourself off to the side. Watching as Merrick took over the room again, this was a much bigger assignment than just getting these boys home but things felt so much better now that you were finally off the bench. You listened closely to the progression of things. Merrick trusted you’d guide the boys if any problems were to arise.

“Virago, do you copy?” Hesh called.

“Copy, Hesh.”

“We’re moving in on Rorke. If you hear the word “checkmate”, you will fire on our position. Confirm.”

“Say again, repeat your last.”

“You heard me, Vig. On “checkmate”, hit the train”

At this point, there was no point fighting. Merrick’s grounding stare gave you a nod. You had to trust him.

Hesh was stubborn like that. Somehow his mission was now yours. You found it hard to deny him of what he wanted, what he planned. You couldn’t deny the rage he was feeling that filled the void of his father and you couldn’t deny the insufferable lack of motive he’d have for anything else if he didn’t get this out of his system.

There was no fighting him. Not for something like this. Even if it was going to kill you on the inside. He has always been driven by his heart, over his brain and especially over his dick. And you knew for as long as it took, revenge for you and his dad was always going to be the only posted note on his to-do list in there.

“Checkmate.” In under two minutes.

“Checkmate confirmed.” The train was taken down. Then fully submerged. So was your heart and the lump in your throat. So quickly, you couldn’t even think about it. An awful, hideous part of your brain, the mind you held pre Rorke’s return, started to think this could be the start of the end of it. That this could all be worth it.

So long as you remembered how David made you feel, it would never truly feel worth it.

Every limb had gone numb and you sat in your chair spaced out. The chaos around you drowned out.

You saw it again, like it was through a looking glass. The beach. The sand and the waves. You couldn’t hear it. As much as you forced yourself to - ‘Bark Riley! Goddammit bark!’ - it always felt too artificial. And what once was a gorgeous baby blue, returned to black. And the dream was gone.

So deep in your state of mourning, it took multiple radio calls to try to put life back in you.

“Virago, Come in.”

“Vig? Merrick?”

You were so out of it and stunned, so certain for at least 15 minutes you’d heard the last of him. Merrick scrambled to your side. Connection was weak but enough. He grabbed your comm.

“Hesh? Hesh, is that you?”

“Yeah, I'm with Logan. We’re okay.” He sounded scuffed but he sounded alive, that’s all you could ask for.

“And Rorke?” Merrick asked, your sigh faintly picked up by the device that brought a smile to Hesh’s face.

“Dead. He’s dead.”

“Copy that.'' The smile on Merricks face was undeniable as he proudly patted your shoulder, “the federations in full retreat. The rest of the payload’s inbound to finish the job.”

“Sit tight, recon’s coming for you!” Finally gaining your bearings, you snatched the device to reassure them. You only wished you could be there to pick them up.

Yourself and Merrick ran to meet them upon arrival. Their return not at all being what you expected.

“No! We have to go back! That motherfuckers taken him who knows where!” The helicopter door was opened to Hesh kicking and throwing a riot. Logan was not there.

If the Walkers were good for one thing, it was disappearing on you.

A soldier exited the aircraft, meeting your side.

“He’s been like this when we picked him up, not in good shape.”

“What about Logan?” Merrick asked.

“There was only him when we got there.”

There it was, you thought It all felt a little too good to be true.

It was a struggle but the two of you managed to get the last Walker brother inside, explaining the event.

Rorke was still alive, he dragged Logan away. It took two hours just to get that out as you patched his face and examined him. He wouldn’t let anyone else in the room. Hesh was in bad shape, you suspected he had a bad concussion.

After another two hours, you finally convinced him to get in someone who could properly look after him. You were quick to find Merrick at that time, he was waiting for information. He actually looked nervous.

In that hallway. As people ran around you, Merrick stood in front of you. It all felt a little useless. Everything you fought for for at least the past five years, this back and forth. It was always going to be just that. Just a back and forth. Only took maybe two weeks, but it was enough to pile nihilistic thought upon nihilistic thought in your mind.

“Rorke’s alive.” You failed to meet Merrick’s eyes, the tone in your voice spoke volumes. “He took Logan. Dragged him who knows where.”

“Sonofa-!” He threw something against a wall. Suddenly you felt like a child again, getting in trouble, standing at the front of the class with your hands behind your back. Life repeats itself like that.

“Just when you think you’ve done enough to change, everything repeats itself.” You weren’t going to cry. You didn’t even feel sad. You’ve taken lose after lose before but this was different, the collateral damage was too personal. It just made you wonder.

“Are you still with us Y/n?” You could only nod. He kept an eye on the door Hesh was behind, he was contemplating. Like it was a game of chess, he anticipated every outcome as far as his mind would let him. He was a good leader like that.

“Go, find keegan. He should be back in 2100.” You nodding making your way to the control room. It was significantly quieter. Maybe only two people were at their stations, the rest were gone.

“Keegan, how to copy?”

“Keegan, can you hear me? What’s your status?”

“Copy. Mission was successful, on our way now.” There it was.

“Copy that. Loki was a success.” The moment success left your lips was enough to set off a tear. Everything in your gut wanted to fight it, you had to. You had to stay professional.

“Good to hear, Vig.”

“Get some rest, things will get hot when you get back. Logan’s gone MIA. We'll be on his trail soon.” Keegan only let out a dissatisfied grunt. He wasn’t the type to show his emotion, but you knew this would be difficult for him to deal with, especially after Ajax.

“Copy.”

October 10th - unadulterated hope

That night Logan disappeared, seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours. Then to days and weeks and before you could get an ounce of proper sleep, it had been three months. Three months and with the four of you, scuffed, exhausted, dehydrated and just on the edge of radio connection in the amazon forest.

You knew any day now you’d have to give up. You had already been advised to drop this rescue search for a month now, it was only a matter of time until it was no longer a suggestion but an order.

You weren’t even sure how far lost Logan would be by now. You knew Rorke wanted him on his team, you know what the federation did to Rorke was probably what they’d have to do for him. It took Rorke 10 years, if you found Logan within the first year, there was no doubt you could save him.

Hesh trembled in your arms most nights. You were all he had.

You were his distraction. He tried to be yours but the boy couldn’t help getting so overcome by his emotions most of the time. When things get tough, you turn to Merrick instead. He grounded you and you grounded him.

Most nights you and Hesh found yourselves talking about the beach, talking about finding Riley and Logan and laying in the hot sun together.

He would explain San Diego to you, it was everything you could ever dream about. He told you about the stories his father would tell him.

You drifted to sleep with the vision of a blue, not quite that gorgeous baby blue you remembered but it was blue enough to get you through it. You forgot how Riley’s bark sounded, Hesh’s warm arms were substitute enough.

#cod #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #david hesh walker #hesh walker #hesh walker x reader #hesh walker x you #thomas merrick #keegan p russ #logan walker

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ourpickwickclub · 11 days

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GR did an interview where he talks about interactions with famous people who he thinks are his friends and he talked about Shirley Manson and said the following:

I was just thinking about Shirley yesterday, because I’m in Madison, Wisconsin. Back in the day, [Garbage drummer/producer] Butch Vig had heard a demo of Bush, and I think he was interested in me for Garbage before Shirley, because he liked my voice more than I think he liked the material. He had asked me to come to Madison and meet, but it never came about because I was like: “Well, I’m in this band…” I was just about to sign a deal, so I was already on my way. I’m not saying I was asked to join Garbage. He was interested in some capacity… maybe as a guitar tech, I don’t know. I first met Shirley when I did the Details magazine cover with her and she walked in and bit my face for the picture. She’s great, Scottish, smart, no-nonsense, hard-core, funny as fuck, super-opinionated, really talented, gorgeous, she ticks every box. I probably lost her during the divorce fire [Rossdale and No Doubt singer Gwen Stafani split in 2015]. That’s how that goes. I haven’t spoken to her in a long time, but I thought about writing to her yesterday because I’m in Madison, where she must have been many times. She may even be here now, writing a new Garbage record.

Also, the dumb author couldn't even spell Gwen's last name right.

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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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