summary; The last thing you expected on that rainy day was that your cat would guide you in the middle of the rain to a fainted stranger, but without hesitation you helped him by taking him to your house.
tags; Time travel, mentions of WW2, you are a writer but you don't consider yourself one, the story happens in the second season, reader falls in love quite quickly, fluff, a little bit of angst, slowburn, strangers to lovers, road trips, miscommunication, sharing a bed, canon divergent, this story doesnât end well, not everything is going to be okay.
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in which: (a very married) adrian chase develops a crush on the younger waitress at his job, always sporting neat pigtails
or, a cautionary tale of how the workplace situationship with the older disturbed man will ruin your life!!!!! the sex will be bomb, tho
graphic - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.
playlist: les tulipes - illiona, show me how - men i trust, dark red - steve lacy, young folks - peter bjorn and john, sweet - cigarettes after sex, talk - hozier, psycho killer - talking heads, lose control - silk, knee socks - artic monkeys, vowels = space and time - grimes, father figure - george micheal, stand by me - , breath - olly alexander , sad girl - lana del ray, spit - show me the dead bodies
what I imagine he sounds like during <that> scene ;)
wc: 16k.. definitely still not a short blub, I advise you to get comfy đ
wtk: DEAD DOVE - DO NOT EAT this is lowkey whumpâŚ, for x fem readers with a vagina. plot with pornâŚbut really what plot??? idek lol, Adrian Chase AUASPD (autism + antisocial personality disorder), no use of y/n, age gap that they play into/lowk ddlg, thriller, sugar daddy x baby arrangement, dubious consensual workplace affair, infidelity, creepy unsettling pervy and misogynistic thinking, adrian performs gun-play on himself, âjust the tipâ dubcon, intimacy kink, both think theyâre manipulating each other, blowjob/face fucking, âsweetie, pie, gorgeous, pretty little girl, & daddy, sir, mister, meanieâ used as nicknames, yelling in argument, negging. smashing of plates, breaking & entering, full nelson p in v, condom sex (rare for me ik, wrap it b4 you tap guys!!!), the implication⌠is implied, murder, mentions of torture, aspd breakdown/narcissistic collapse, blood in non sexual context, gaslighting, shove in argument, exhibition, stalking, stealing, dacryphilia, breeding, angst if u squint or if ur sensitive lol
an: happy holidays! & happy new year! 2026, wow! thanks again for all the attention of my first adrian post, heâs so fun to write & you were all so sweet + welcoming <3 This was supposed to go up on Halloween, but I lowk went on a bender over that weekend and struggled to finish this for a bit after due to work & general adhd procrastination/laziness lol. not peer reviewed, just google docs spell check and a dream so terribly sorry for any mistakes. Iâll think about revisiting and fixing errors but for now I accept all the charges against me, your honor. This might be one of the darkest pieces Iâve written + uploaded publicly LOL and itâs funny because I feel like their sex is wholesome in this one? Just need to get all these dark ideas out my system before i can write fluff for him (and other characters, please send me ask/req!!!) đ! hold this for now though, until later ~
+ this is an au, heâs a manager instead of a busboy, more of an organized style serial killer than a disorganized serial vigilante. You are a metahuman! & for the purpose of this one shot you have thick healthy hair, whatever hair pattern/type that is! Okay baddie? Okay! however old you are, just imagine heâs 10-15 years older than you. In my case, I imagine heâs late 30âs. Has been married to his wife for 4 years. Heavily influenced by Nile from "the beast in me", & this 36 year old at my job who totally wants to fuck me LMAO #would (also more s2 adrian-esque looks wise )
âYes, I know mom. Of course Iâm being cautious when am I not?â You complainedÂ
You moved in with your boyfriend of 2 years a couple months ago and your mom was still constantly being a worry wart. You know itâs out of love but it makes you anxious at times.Â
Absent-mindedly listen to her instructions, giving a couple âmhmâs and âyeahâs here and there to show you were still listening even though you werenât.Â
âAgh, babe I hate when you do thisâ your boyfriend throws his jacket onto youÂ
You had a habit of turning invisible when you were either extremely underwhelmed or overwhelmed. Youâre a meta human but he isnât.
The disconnect felt isolating at times, especially now since the move and youâve been having trouble finding a job in this economy but you tried not to take it personally.Â
Besides, you didnât make it a habit to use your power often. Only to get out of trouble but there wasnât much of that around these days.Â
âOkay. Love you too mom. Yeah, okay. Bye!â Finally hanging up you toss the phone onto a pillow and stand up, hugging your boyfriend from the back while he went through the closetÂ
He smelled of wet cement from his construction job, weed and a musky forest trail, raspberry cologne. a gift you got him for his birthday during your first year together and heâs worn it ever since.Â
âBabe, is that just for you or are you selling again?âÂ
He halted whatever he was looking for, turning his head to the side to look at you a bit, âWhy would you ask me that? I told you already I stopped selling.âÂ
âI know itâs justâsorry. Of course.â You unravel yourself from the position and sit back on the bed.Â
Your boyfriend had already been on probation once for distributing substances, it took a while for you guys to rebuild trust. And even after you did, he never truly got back your familyâs approval.Â
No wonder they were worried when you said you were moving in with him but you were an adult now, making your own decisions and you decided to trust his word.Â
âCan I borrow the car to drop off my resume at some places?â You ask
âYeah sure. The key is on the kitchen counter, but need it back by 7pm on the dot though.â He replies without looking back
You stifle the sigh that came over you, it was getting discouraging not being able to find a job but more so having to share a car. Adamant on not being a burden or dead weight, even though he said it was fine with this new job you hated being another stereotype couple.Â
You grab your folder with multiple copies of your resume and look through the job flyers you intended on visiting today. One of them was âFennel Fields.â a nice Italian diner type restaurant you liked frequenting with friends and family.Â
You tuck them all into your bag satchel, give your boyfriend a quick peck on the lips bye as he scrolled through his phone on the couch and were out the door.Â
It was already 5:47pm when you were pulling into the very full parking lot of Fennel after having passed through 6 different establishments for a job, two of which even gave you an interview on the spot but you had a feeling you wouldnât be hearing back from them.Â
Your boyfriend already called twice but you werenât in the mood to answer at the moment, getting rushed only stressed you out more.
With a sigh, you get out of the car and make your way inside the restaurant which was bustlingly busy. Family, groups, friends and couples filled every table, sports on each tv, and the workers speed walking around.Â
You manage to flag down a worker at the bar, practically shoving the resume in their hand with a begging silent prayer. âHey, I see you guys are very busy right and understaffed, I just moved closer to the area and would love a position. Any position, please.âÂ
The worker skims through the resume before looking back up at you, âHow old are you?âÂ
âIâm 20!â
âYikes.â Said another worker in passing
You ignore them, offering your best smile. You really needed a fucking job.Â
The worker holding your resume looked at the scene behind you, it was like a tornado in here. Almost no space to move as people kept pouring in no doubt from a long day of work themselves just in time for happy hour.Â
âBe here tomorrow for a test run. You start at 12pm. You can discuss the logistics when our manager gets back. Welcome and good luck, youâre gonna need it.âÂ
They extend their hand and you shake it excitedly, âThank you so much, I wonât disappoint.âÂ
MONDAY
âOh yeah, thatâs the new waitress, we got her while you were gone to help with a rush. Real sweet kid.â
âKid?â Adrian inquires.
âMhm, sheâs officially the new baby out of us, only 20.â
Adrian rolls his eyes. âThere wasnât anyone else? Sheâs not even old enough to sit at the bar.â
âAwh, give her a break, man, sheâs 20, not some barely legal 18-year-old. Plus the customers love her already, sheâs quick on her feet and competent at her job.â
He bit the inside of his lip to hold back on negging his employee for making hasty decisions without him there. He could taste metal.
He hated feeling this rage in public, outside of his other work, of course. It always reminded him that no matter how innately empty he was, human emotions werenât above him. Even when he couldnât understand others, he was drowned in the sick feeling of his own.
âMhm, no offense, sir, but you have that weird look again.â
He didnât respond, but he still quickly unclenched his jaw and relaxed his face, forcing personality back into his eyes as he broke into a smile. âItâs fine, you say sheâs good then okay. Just make sure she continues getting proper training⌠and next time, never make a decision like that while Iâm not here, okay?â
The younger man felt an unsettled chill run up his spine, the humid bar suddenly felt cool as the older manâs gaze stayed steady on him, his bright smile never actually reaching his eyes.
âOkay, sir,â he barely gulped out.
He pats the younger man on the back, firm and pleased to have regained control of the conversation and establish a bit of dominance. As the way things should be.
They both turn to leave, when the bathroom door swings open, and you sidestep the both of them, now in your own uniform. Freshly done braided pigtails following behind you. He caught himself staring at the way they seemed to dance in the air whenever you moved, hair never coming out of place in the chaos of your actions.
He wondered what itâd take for them to unravel. How theyâd look disheveled and messy. Out of place. Undone. How youâd look.
He pulls his eyes away and takes one last look around: young couples in booths, friend groups watching whatever game is on, and desperately sad individuals throwing back drink after drink at the bar.
You were at one of the booths, taking an order for a couple that chose to sit next to each other rather than across. Gross.
A tight-lipped smile on your face as you were writing down whatever the lady was saying, ignoring the way that vile creature of a man was clearly taking in your legs in this uniform despite his madam next to him.
Adrian needed to go in to look over some numbers, but he couldnât budge from in front of his office door, eyes remaining on you to make sure nothing inappropriate was going to happen under his watch. Itâs his job, duh.
You stop writing and give one last smile at the couple, taking both menus and turning around. As you turn, though, you now roll your eyes in the privacy of your own space, pulling down your shorts that were riding up with one quick tug of the hand.
You feel a heavy gaze on you, and when you look to your left, sure enough, you find your manager looking in your direction. But your eyes meet his immediately and sure enough you can feel it: he had specifically been staring at you.
Youâve never spoken to him yet, taking care and learning of everything through your other co-workers since your hiring process was speedy, to say the least. It was busy, and they really needed people.
You offered a small wave and smile, a semi ârealâ one at another âcomradeâ of the food industry and, well, your boss, but as soon as you did, he faltered, blinking and then turning around, gone into his office without a word.
âWell thatâs odd as hell,â you mutter, stopping in your tracks a bit. You know your hiring process was a bit awkward, but was a grown man really going to act this way?
You shook your head and continued on, making your way to the kitchen with your tickets.
If your âsecretâ eye roll he caught wasnât enough to be curious, your direct smile to him almost ended Adrian on the spot.
Now that Adrianâs gotten a good look at your face, he feels sick. A mixture of curiosity, attraction, and the need to protect all brewing in his twisted gut. Mind already trying to feed him images of things that go against the fine line he walks to not lose control of himself. His true self.
The rules he just barely abides and plays by to be deemed a ânormalâ member of society, whatever that fucking means.
Itâs insulting, he only worked there to keep a low profile since heâs super important, but you? You were a needle in a haystack.
He quite literally felt the blood as it rushed to his dick, the uncomfortable sudden strain and ache as a tent started forming in his khaki work pants.
No, no, no.
You were young, so young. Okay, well, at least much younger than him, who is very âmerryâ married, 37, and saw gray hair amongst his golden ginger this morning.
He was unc.
He groaned, pulling out some accounting files from a drawer at his desk and laid it out in front of him. He had to get these numbers done, last tasks, just focus.
He hears someone call your name from the kitchen, itâs muffled, but itâs certainly your name, no doubt about it. No one should be yelling at you, no matter the urgency. He picks up his trusty fine-tipped pen, the tiny metal cool in his hands. As he leans in closer to his desk, the shift causes his ignored throbbing cock to pulse, the movement giving a ghostly friction in his pure white Calvins.
A guttural groan escapes his throat. How pathetic, he thought, his raging boner was betraying him. How could you have him like this already? Heâs been so good.
âFuck this.â
Adrian Chase started fisting himself in the middle of his office, he even took out the secret gun he kept in his locked bottom cabinet and put the gun in his mouth to keep him from making any noise besides heavy panting.
He was just going through a bored phase with his boring marriage, ignorant of him to think he wouldnât turn into those 30-something perverts who toed the line and danced with morality.
His strokes were getting sloppier now as he was getting closer to coming, spit coming down his mouth, nose flared and eyebrows furrowed angrily in concentration.
Everyone went through this, he wasnât an asshole. He loves his wife, he loves her so much that heâs trying to hurry up and come before she calls him for his lunch break.Â
Isnât that considerate?
He looks at the miniature clock on his desk, 12:55:32. The gun was getting heavier in his mouth now, teeth fighting to keep it straight while his aviators were slipping down his beaded, sweaty nose.Â
Not so he couldnât potentially somehow die, but so these moans couldnât bounce off these thin walls.
He feels his stomach knot up, voice strangled as his load shoots everywhere. Now in his hand, desk, and even the floor. As his dick goes back flaccid, he drops the gun into his lap, staring at the ceiling.
This was a one-time thing, he thought. It couldnât happen again. He's finally settled enough to where heâs not under a microscope. His life is as mundane as everyone elseâs, at least from the outside.
Perfect boring job, perfect boring house, with a perfect boring marriage. How could he have time to kill, officer?
He chuckles at himself, looking down at the mess heâs made.
âOh yeah, her.â
He picks up his gun and stares at it for a moment before cleaning it with wipes. He then puts it back in his trusty locked drawer. He uses the rest of the wipes to clean himself up and as heâs tossing the semen- spoiled napkins into the trash, his phone rings. He looks at the clock: 1 p.m. on the dot.
A deep annoyed sigh leaves him before he even realizes, while picking up the phone. His wifeâs full name across the screen. âHello,â he states more like a question.
âHey baby, howâs work?â his wife asks, a familiar voice coming through the other end of his phone.
For some reason, her voice sounded more nasally than usual, grating really.
He stares off through the window, watching the busy restaurant through his one-way tinted blinds. âWorkâs fine, busy, whatâs up with you?â he mumbles.
While she starts rambling about the day he couldnât give less of a fuck about, you walk past his office with your own phone to your ear, a âfreshâ stack of menus in your other hand.Â
Thick, healthy pigtails are flowing behind you. He notices how you tied both of them off with red rubber bands to match the uniform color, not one hair out of order, despite the grueling warmth of a hectic 9-hour shift in a decently popular diner.
God, he wanted to tug on them while you sucked on him.
He felt the same stir in his stomach from earlier as his eyes remained on you, making your way through the restaurant as if itâs second nature already.
You fade into the sea of busy, buzzed heads further and further into the restaurant; his wifeâs voice fades back in; he honestly forgot her there for a moment.
âHello? Adrian, did you hear me?â she asks through the phone. He rolls his eyes as he answers. âSorry, can you repeat yourself, honey?â The nickname almost makes him gag, 5 years in and he still canât get used to it, but she insists on it for some reason.
Heâd rather not argue over it, so he just goes along with whatever for formalities. If it helps them look like a regular new-ish-wed family, heâs game. Boring job, boring house, with a boring marriage. How could he have time to fucking kill, officer?
âI asked if you would be bringing food or should I order something tonight?â she repeats, louder this time, as if that was the issue and he wasnât just tuning her out.
He looked at the watch on his hand, then the angular clock in his office. It seemed this phone call was going on in literal slow motion.
Well technically, Adrian could leave at any time, but it was his second week back and he actually gave somewhat of a damn about this position. He had already bulk ordered everything they were running low on and completed two deliveries today. Counting the numbers wouldnât take more than 30 minutes. Maybe an hour if he was really bored and stretched it.
He knows that you, however, donât get off until 8:00 tonight and heâs made it a point to start making sure you get home safely. As a manager should, of course. Itâs a nice thing to do, the responsible thing to do considering the job you worked. Who knew what creepy customer would develop a fixation on you and stalk you and attempt to rape you? That just couldnât fly by him.
So later that night, after finally getting through the numbers, assigning everyoneâs tasks for tomorrow, setting up schedules and giving close-up duty to some random employee, Adrian watched as you entered some beat-up Toyota pickup truck on the passenger side, having to boost yourself up to get in accurately.
He hears some hushed talking before you close the door. Couldnât make out what was being said, but the voice was distinctly male.
What kind of asshole drives such a tall car and does not help their lady get in? He tuts disapprovingly, setting his car to Drive and slowly taking his foot off the brake, eyes keen on the vehicle as he pulls out of the parking lot behind you, keeping just enough distance that you couldnât see him in your side mirrors. He was counting on the fact that the driver, or you, wouldnât look in the rear, though. The sun was set, but it wasnât dark enough yet.
Heâs taken a good mental note so far about some things about you, one of them being that you might also very much be taken. The same car is always dropping you off and picking you up. If not, youâre driving it. The face in the driverâs seat, your nauseating boyfriend (he assumes), has stopped by inside the diner a few times to pick you up.
He remembers his first real day back from âvacation,â which was really just time off for his other job, having to take care of and dispose of some creepy fucking alien monster things. He didnât ask questions, never really cared to. Just got the job done. But when he returned, the diner threw a welcome back gathering for him. Which was weird, because heâs pretty sure heâs heard them rank him as the most off-putting person ever during a break he accidentally walked into.
Itâs clicking now that you were there, he remembers you.
He remembered you standing by the door, a case of modelo in your hand to go, backpack on, standing by the door as everyone talked and laughed about bullshit into the night. He remembers some guy knocking twice, then coming in right up behind you, an arm snaking around your shoulder, grabbing one of the beers as he pressed a firm kiss to your temple.
The PDA was off-putting then for Adrian; he just assumed you were some friend of one of his employees. They told him then about you, though, but he wasnât paying attention at all, on a phone call with his pal Chris when two of his employees came to him rambling off about a sudden rush, and they had to temporarily get someone.
He remembers them walking away when he didnât respond, too focused on something Chris was saying, and when he turned around there you were hugging your boyfriend.
You made eye contact with Adrian as he had kissed you. He remembered the slight red to your face, you murmuring something about waiting until you both got home as you looked away, a slight nod to him so your boy-thing could get his grabby hands off you in front of your new manager.
He just scoffed then, internally gagging at the display, âthese new kids these daysâ he complained to Chris
Now, Adrian was watching as your left turn signal turned on at a stoplight. He pulled back a bit, waiting until the car turned and was a bit further before doing the same. After a couple more blocks, the car stopped in front of an apartment building.
He watched as the male figure, your boyfriend who seemed to be your age mate, didnât even open the door for you. He grabbed some bag from the back and started heading in, you trailing behind him as he opened the door.
Adrian parked from across the street, watching you both enter under the dim light of your apartment door that kept flickering. Heâll have to take care of that, canât be dark when youâre coming home late from work alone.
He hated the way you let yourself collapse on his back, being led into the building.Â
If it were him he wouldâve carried you.
He hated seeing that boyfriend of yours entering your home. Your sacred home, you probably lived by yourself or even worse with him. You were probably high school sweethearts, âin loveâ.Â
He was probably touching you however he wanted right now, having his way with your body. Your pigtails. A bubbling rage entered his chest as his grip tightened on the steering wheel.
Heâs ugly. And has a stupid haircut. What the fuck was he doing coming into your home at almost goddamn 9:30 p.m? Genuinely, how rude, distasteful, disgraceful. Is this how young people behave nowadays? Coming in and out of each otherâs homes at whatever time of the day?
And honestly, he was kinda disappointed in you. I mean, you knew better than that. Youâre more put together, elegant. This behavior was for whores, people who didnât value themselves. Youâre moving too fast. Is that what you are, fast? Or were you just willingly subjecting yourself to living with a boyfriend in your early 20s? Might as well be in prison.
He sees a light turn on at the lowest level; your boyfriend just entered, two frames coming into view behind drawn curtains. He sees you being pulled into a deep kiss. His head tilted, eyes squinting in focus as he tried to make out the touching, but his phone suddenly rang, startling him.
His wifeâs name once again emerged on the screen. Fuck, the food. Before he could either jerk himself again or slam his K-Bar knife through his own skull and bleed out in front of your house, he decided to gather up the last morsel of common sense, pulling out of the street and hurriedly putting the GPS onto a random food place.
THE next day,
Adrian was doing much better. Or so he thought. The goal was just not to think of you as a person. It sounded terrible, but the truth was that being able to even just call you âhisâ employee felt like too much of a possessive territory for him that would get him too invested in you, to say the least.
And it was working; he hadnât thought of you since last night as he was currently neck deep into some regulations papers for the building when his door suddenly busts open after what was barely a whisper of a half-knock, you standing there with your hand on the doorknob, eyes furrowed in anger.Â
You took a deep breath before speaking as if to self-regulate. âSir, I need your assistance outside with a customer who asked for you,â you relay, your voice was shaky.
Well shit, this wasnât going to work out.
3 WEEKS LATERÂ
Adrian needed time to figure out you and your boyfriend's schedule. Once he did that, knowing youâd be at your and that excuse of a loser boyfriend would be at his own job!Â
One day while you were at work, Adrian decided to take advantage of his lunch breakÂ
He swiped your apartment keys from your locker and made a beeline to yours straight from memory.Â
âI know itâs around here somewhereâŚâ he turned looking through the window and onto the street. He pulled up to the building that looked like yours and checked for your boyfriend's car which was luckily not there.Â
Inside, your apartment was cozy and small. It seemed to be about 600sqft, a studio. Right next to the door was a small table with a coaster, to his left was the kitchen and right a tiny living room. There were two giant curtains acting as a barrier to your bedroom.Â
There were menâs shoes all around the floor, âthe fuck?, at least be with a man who can pick up after himself.âÂ
He made his way into your bedroom and your smell overwhelmed his senses.Â
He poked through your closet and your drawer until he found a hidden gem, âhere are all the goodies.âÂ
He felt like he found a goldmine, all your panties and bras staring back at him. He fished through them and until he found a bra that has definitely already been worn a couple of times and plopped on the bed:
It was pretty, wine red and the cups lined with black lace. He brought the item up to his nose, a small sniff and fell back fully onto the bed.
âYeah, youâre coming home with me.â He brought the bra back up to his nose taking an even larger whiff this time, the smell of perfume and sweat entering his airways and making its way all the way down to his cock.
âFuck, of course you always need attention man.â He said at the forming tent in his jeans.
He obliges to his body's desires, bringing his hand to his pants and the other holding the bra right against his nostrils to breathe in your scent while he undoes his zipper.Â
Heâs about to pull down his underwear when he hears the jangling of keys at the front, some heavy steps, and the voice of a male.Â
Oh shit.
MONTH LATER
The car kept sputtering and tears were brimming your eyes as you stared ahead, nothing but road for a bit until you had to take a right turn past a gas station and into your neighborhood quarter.
âStupid piece of shit,â you muttered while finally deciding to pull over so you wouldnât at least cause any disturbance on an otherwise empty road.
You look to your left and right before grabbing your phone, turning on the flashlight and hopping out the truck. The chilly air hits you first, sparing no mercy as another gust of wind blows over from a car so clearly going over the speed limit. The fog feels moist, the wet grass smell overwhelming your senses.
A car is coming up, you canât make out its model behind the domineering bright headlights practically blinding you. Itâs driving at an eerily slow pace through the fog.
âHopefully just someone really fucking cautiousâŚâ
You put your hand up to shield whatâs left of your retinas and stick closer to the truck, making your way to the back. As you do so, you hurriedly search up road help services near you and click the first one with 24/7 roadside assistance.
The number rings, and rings, and the car gets closer and closer.
Finally, it connectsâ you set it to speaker. âYou are calling Evergreen Roadside Assistance. Always there to save the day or night!â Are these things always so long?
The car stops, pulling over a couple feet behind you. Bright lights are still on. âTo speak to an Evergreen roadside assistant please press oneââ
You donât hesitate, trying to not look over at the looming shadow approach. âCâmon, câmon, hurry the fuck up, please.â
Finally you connect to an employee. âHello, this is Jake with Evergreen Roadside Assistance, how can I be of service this evening?â
âYou rush out your words after gathering where you are by your Find My and a single sign. âHello, car started making a weird noise while I was on 26th Street and now Iâm on the side of the road and soââ
The shadow figure stops right by your truck, two arm's length away from you. You make a point to show youâre on the phone, and the voice of Jake speaks through with a bit of an echo.
âI donât need any help, thanks,â you whisper-shout to the figure approaching.
âHuh, you donât need help anymore?â says Jake. You scoff. âNo, sorry, not you,â you say into the phone, now pointing your flashlight at the figure heading towards you.
No way this was my fucking luck, about to get murdered by a Ted Bundy wannabe after a shift from hell, ha!
The figure coming up lets out a chuckle, putting something in their back pocket. They finally come into view fully, and it takes you a second, but you recognize that face and your heart settlesâ just a bit.
It was your new manager, Adrian Chase. Did he live around here too? You donât get to ask before he speaks up.
âHey there, stranger, need any help?â he asks, flashing a wide and bright smile. His hair seemed even more curled than usual, dressed in his usual attire: a polo tee that honestly seemed faded past its age, and jeans always a bit⌠tight around the crotch area.
He dressed more like a laid-back professor than the manager of a restaurant, but then again, it was just Fennel Fields.
âHey, boss, you scared the shit out of me,â you say with a small laugh, still not hanging up on the line, just in case.
He shifts, leaning forward with a hand on his hip as he examines your tires.
âDamn, baby, these tires are way past their expiration date. Youâre lucky you were even able to pull over.â
You cock your head at the pet name but donât say anything, instead stooping down as well to see what he was talking about. âThis is my boyfâ well, it was my ex-boyfriendâs car. He broke up with me and left this. I donât know anything about fucking cars.â
He tuts. âThat mouth.â This time you snap your head, looking at him at the remark. He ignores it and mumbles something incomprehensible before taking your hand.Â
You flinch, but his grasp is firm; he makes your hand reach towards the nearest tire, dragging the pad of your fingers onto it. You turn your head back to the tire. The sensation is flat, though a bit gritty and wet from, no doubt, the road. You had no idea what you were supposed to be looking at, though.Â
âFeel that?â he whispers while still looking at you.
You donât look at him, zoning out as you watch his much larger, and ever so slightly veiny hand guide yours. His hand felt like a furnace. Your heart was beating fast; you didnât even realize when it started up again.
âSmooth as a babyâs ass.â He exhales that last part a bit into your ear, and it makes you jerk your neck, his breath warm in the cool night. It was ticklish. And made you aware you were much too close.
âHello? Are you still there? If you can confirm, I can get one of our on-the-road agents to you in no time.â The voice on the phone, Jake, said. It snaps you out immediately.
You check the time on your screen, almost half past 10pm. Fuck, I have to get home.
You back up a bit and fully stand up, almost toppling down the small hill. He reaches to hold you up, but you reject it, positioning your feet firmly so you can stand straight.
His face shifts, seemingly dejected from the rejection.
âWell, whatâs it gonna be missy? Expensive roadside assistance or a free ride, and Iâll come back to change the tires myself.â
You teared your eyes away from his, which seemed especially dark right now in the night shaded by his frames. You look at the car, all those tired looked bald like the one he made you touch. And it would probably be another 10-30 minutes until roadside assistance came.
But, Adrian, as cute and docile as he seemed, also kind of gave you the creeps. He was always staring, always. You would catch him, and at first heâd look away but after a while he just started smiling at you once you made eye contact. It was unnerving at times.Â
He speaks up again, even taking a slight step closer. Both hands in his front jean pockets. âItâs late, you donât want to be with a stranger, do you? I mean, what if that guy's a pervert.â
What if youâre a pervert? You donât say that out loud though.
You furrow your brows at his claim, now suddenly aware of your attire as he studies you. You zip up your jacket. There were no other cars driving by right now.
âYouâre a young..beautiful girl on the side of the road by yourself. Youâre surely thinking about it, right?. Cmon, at least you know me.âÂ
He was right, you knew him more than you knew a stranger. Right? It should be fine.Â
You sigh, finally turning to look at him. âIâd..really appreciate it but please let me pay for gas or the tires or both or anything. Iâd hate to be indebted.âÂ
He laughs, âindebted? Over a ride? Cute but itâs fine. Youâve barely been working here. Save your money. You can owe me by picking up an extra shift or something but this is a courtesy.â Adrian even extends his hand out to you
More like sorry for murdering your boyfriend. He doesnât say that out-loud though. And to be fair, he so was back to selling drugs to minors.
You stare at it for a moment, before looking into his eyes and shaking, âThank you, really, Sir.â
âSir? Donât make me feel old. You can call me Adrian outside of work.â He doesnât drop your hand, so you let go first. Pulling back and pointing your thumb at the car, âjust, let me get my stuff.âÂ
You bring your phone up to your ear, and take Jake off speaker finally. âThank you for the help but uhm, my boss Adrian Chase will be taking me home. Thanks again, sorry.â You exchange goodbyes and hang up.Â
Adrian smirks, biting his lip as if holding back his usual smile.Â
The name drop was on purpose, he probably knows that considering his reaction but while appreciating this kind act from your new dilf boss, youâd rather not end up as chopped Jane doe liver.Â
You make your way to the other side of the car, opening up the driver's side. You reach over and grab your backpack from the passenger seat and necessary driving documents from the passenger thing.Â
This city was filled with people with all kinds of freak abilities, and people who were just sick freaks. You decide to also turn on your location and text a friend that you were heading home, that your manager was dropping you off. You werenât willing to take your chances.Â
You toss the backpack over your shoulder and close the door, pressing on the key fob twice to make sure it locks.Â
 Adrian returned to the car that same night. Deciding itâd be better to knock out two birds with one stone.Â
He uses his own extra tires to switch out your old ones, along with a single spare that your boyfriend, ha, kept in the back. After changing it, he went to the local gas station to fill your car up with gas, and he brought it to one of his many storage units.Â
âDonât worry, weâll get you back to your mommy as soon as I get what I need.âÂ
The next morning, Adrian showed up bright and early at your house. 7:30 am to be precise.Â
You woke up to the sound of loud banging on your front door, still half asleep. Begrudgingly made your way to the door, cold and using your comforter for extra heat. Sure enough, there he is on the other side of the door. Hands behind his back like he wasnât just knocking like the police.Â
âMister Adrian? What are you doing here? You ask whilst rubbing the sleep out of your eyesÂ
He giggles, âGood morning to you too pie. Iâm here to pick you up for work, of course.â
There goes those nicknames again, wait, work? âWork? I donât start until 12pm today.âÂ
âYeah, but you have no car, and Iâd rather you not feel indebted to anyone else or risk getting raped in an Uber that was already $30. Cmon, you can sleep in my office until your shift starts.â
You felt annoyed that you were actually considering his proposal at 6 in the morning. You had limited options, the bus being your main one but you knew even that would eventually pile up.Â
âSo, whatâs wrong with the car again?â You asks genuinelyÂ
âWell the tires were bald but I found another issue in the uh⌠engine so Iâm having a buddy of mine check it out.
Well. That sounded, fishy but again, itâd be better to leave it in his hands than get fucked over by some mechanist over charging.Â
In the little moment of silence and staring, your stomach growled. You couldnât help the sheepish smile on your face, you went straight to sleep last night after your shower and didnât have to eat your dinner or indulge in your late night break up pitty ice cream.Â
âCâmon, Iâll make you breakfast in the kitchen.â He urged on and finally you agreed.
He waited in the car while you got ready and gathered your belongings.Â
You felt nervous approaching his vehicle, this entire ordeal felt for some reason a lot more.. intimate in the day light. But, managers gave rides to their employees all the time. Nothing fishy going on here.Â
You put your backpack at your feet, seat belt buckled, and start parting your hair for your signature pigtails. Youâve found that items are the easiest and best method to keep hair out of your face aside from a ponytail, which you were cutting back on to avoid traction.Â
You had a tinny rubber band in your mouth, and you didnât notice you guys hadnât left your driveway until halfway through your braid.Â
You turn to look at him and find him already looking at you. You finish off one braid and use the tiny rubber band to hold the ends.
âYou stare a lot, sir.âÂ
This causes him to laugh again, breaking eye contact and starting the car. His arm goes behind your head seat as he looks back to reverse out the driveway. This car must be old to not have a back camera, but you donât say that outloud.Â
âI know. Does it make you uncomfortable?â Heâs looking at you again
You start on the next braid and think, it didnât. Heâs so cute it almost makes you nervous. But, heâs married, your boss and can also be passive aggressively off putting to your other co-workers and some customers youâve heard.Â
But it doesnât bother you. So you reply, âNo. MâJust not much to look at.â
âBullshit. Plenty to look at.âÂ
His comment makes you feel hot, literally. You felt the tips of your ears warm. You finish off your other braid and feel restless.Â
You think back to something your ex said during your first month at your job. After he picked you up from your welcoming work party, he made a joke about how Adrian seemed to have a crush.Â
He even pushed on to say that you should take advantage of said crush to make more money, âas long as he doesnât touch you.â You remember him saying.Â
You thought it was just drunken testosterone-fueled jealousy that men usually get, but was it true? You knew married men could be sleazy, but Adrian seemed so.. Adrian. You were surprised he was even married. Youâd have to find out, now that you were living alone, youâd have to pick up extra shifts anyway.
He was finally pulling into the Flannel Field parking lot when he spoke up again, âAdrian.â He said, unbuckling his seat belt
It snapped you out of your thoughts, âHuh?â
âEarlier you said mister. I told you when weâre out of work, call me Adrian.â
âSorry, itâs just-â
He cocked his head to the side, like a puppy listening intentlyÂ
Honestly, your stomach flipped. Just slightly.Â
âOkay, thanks for the ride...Adrian.âÂ
He held eye contact for a bit, a satisfied smile spreading on his face before sliding out the car with his bag. He closes his side and starts walking around.Â
After slipping on your zip up jacket do the same, meeting him at the front doors where he was waiting for you.Â
âLadies first.â He said with a playful bow
That morning, he made you a savory, filling breakfast. Wouldnât start his own work until you finished it all, and once you did, he washed the plate himself, ushering you to go catch up on rest. He set up a makeshift couch by pushing some chairs together and covering them with his hoodies and coats.Â
You slept in his office until 10 minutes before your shift. He didnât let anyone in his office.Â
Adrian barely spared you a glance once you got up to leave, besides acknowledging your small âthank you, boss.âÂ
He was beaming with excitement inside. You trusted him enough to sleep in the same room; thatâs definitely progress!Â
He just barely kept his hands to himself, not wanting to scare you away despite the urge to kiss you, play with your pigtails, feel your gentle breath, and exhale to learn your sleeping pattern. You know, simple things.Â
After that incident, Adrian picked you up for a week straight. Insisting that the car needed some extra detailing and heâd drop it off to you that weekend, so you begrudgingly agreed, only if he also let you work some extra hours.Â
âIs this a money thing?â He asked one morning, head turned to look at you.
His eyes are always so intense, and with him being older you felt like you couldnât just lie to him.Â
âYeah. My boyfriend and I, before he uhâŚleft, we were splitting rent and utilities but itâs all on me now.â
Silence for a bit as the radio show host makes a joke about the next artist to which Adrian giggles at before speaking again
âI can help you.â He says pointedly, eyes on the road and grip on the steering wheel slightly firmer, white knuckles.
Damn, he really did like you. You hated feeling pitiful but it felt stupid to decline help because of pride. You were drowning in bills right now, the only reason you were okay with not having your car back was because that was one less expense.Â
You play with your fingers a bit, hands cold in the car despite the mild heating on your side.Â
âIt wouldnât be anything crazy, just, to help keep you on top of anything important. I can do this because Iâm your manager. I wonât take no for an answer honestly so please, just accept the fucking help.âÂ
You looked at him once he finished, his curls were done up and slicked back with some pomade. A quarter zip and Colombia jacket on buffing up his frame. Hands still tight on the steering wheel awaiting your response.
âOkay, thank you, Adrian. I would really appreciate that. Iâll be the hardest worker on the team. I swear.âÂ
Later that night, while Adrian was sorting away some files in his office you paid him a visit.Â
You slipped a torn off note onto his desk that read, âDo you want to fuck?â With a poorly drawn smiley face.Â
You can tell he read it over at least three times before looking up at you.Â
âWhatâs the meaning of this?â
âSome asshole thought itâd be funny to write that and stick it in my closet. Kept it because it was kinda, just not from them.âÂ
He stared at it for a bit before looking back at you, his eyes trailing up your exposed legs, lingering on your braided hair, and finally staring intently into your eyes.Â
âAnd?â
Now you were nervous, and slightly turned on. You adjusted the strap of your work backpack slipping.Â
âWell, I just thought⌠if you ever wanted to, but maybe Iâm misreading the vibes and if I am then just forget it but-â
âAre you implying, you want to fuck me, your married boss, because I offered to help pay a few bills?âÂ
God you wish you had a Time Machine, or a gun. Why on earth did you think this was a good idea again?Â
His ring seemed to be staring at you now from its angle.Â
âThatâs, Iâm sorry I just- no excuse. Iâm sorry sir, please forget anything I just said. Iâll uh, catch a ride with Britt tonight.â and with that you're out the door before he can even say anything. Face hot with shame.Â
SATURDAY MORNING 10:34 AM
The next morning you hear familiar semi-loud knocks at your door.Â
You open it up and Adrian is standing there with your keys in his hand.Â
âMorning sleepy head, you have a car again.âÂ
You peek behind him and sure enough there was your car with brand new tires. Youâre so excited you react before you think, jumping into his arms with a big hug. Face nuzzled in the crook of his neck.Â
Heâs still, hands at his side when his words from the previous night hit you.Â
 âAre you implying, you want to fuck me, your married boss, because I offered to help pay a few bills?âÂ
You almost jump off backwards when his arms shoot up to wrap around you tightly, pressing your body fully against his and wrapping your legs around his torso to make sure you donât fall.Â
You both stay like that for a bit, breathing in each otherâs air. Your heart was pounding but so was his.Â
His hands find your head, resting in your hair. He lets out a groan when your cheek is pressed directly against his. Warm, human, you.Â
He finally lets you down, and you hate it. Heâs so warm, and firm. Your hand lingers in his when you finally take the keys from him.Â
âYouâve done so much for me, I donât know how to thank you.âÂ
âHm. Letâs just start with some coffee.â He says, walking past you and into your apartment.Â
You follow him in, locking the door and setting the keys onto your coaster on the table near the door.Â
Adrian already made himself at home, sitting down on your small couch facing your average sized tv.Â
You feel his eyes follow you as you make your way into the kitchen and become all too aware of your attire. One of your exâs old shirts that runs almost double your size and loose grinch pajama pants.Â
Not sexy at all.Â
You find a random Christmas playlist on your phone and press play. Set it up at an even volume before grabbing a mug and placing it under the keurig you got gifted 2 winters ago. You mainly used it for hot chocolate, your ex was the one obsessed with coffee.Â
You go to sit next to Adrian on the small couch who smiles at you walking towards him.Â
âDid you want to watch something?â You ask, grabbing the remote to hand it to him.Â
He takes it and sets it on his lap, directly over his crotch area atop his jeans.Â
âMaybe. Not sure yet. Have anything in mind?â He asks, arm on the back of the couch around you.Â
The small puttering sound of the coffee machine working in the back was the only thing making noise.Â
âUh, whatever you want. Iâve actually been getting into this medicine show where-â youâre cut off
âPut it on.â He says
You go to reach for the remote before stopping, just what is it about his tone that makes you listen to everything he says immediately. You almost reached for his crotch for gods sake.Â
Youâre mentally slapping yourself when he takes your hand and places it directly on his bulge.Â
He was hard.Â
The rough feeling of his jeans over the growing tent was a sight for sore eyes. Maybe you just havenât been laid in a while but you felt your core getting wet.Â
âI have a wife.â He murmurs, voice thick with want
You canât help the way your eyes remain on his lips, licking yours in response.Â
âI know.â
The coffee machine started making noise to indicate it was done. You go to get up, and heat all over your face and body.Â
He observes as you go get the cup and walk back to him, hands carefully secure to make sure none of the hot liquid accidentally spills on the way.Â
Itâs silent. Air thick with arousal as you place the mug on a coaster next to him and sit down on the floor by his feet.Â
He speaks up again, âWeâve been together for years. Sheâs good to me.âÂ
It felt more like he was self soothing than anything but you play along, careful to not scare him away.Â
âI know.â
His eyes follow your hands, reaching for his belt buckle and removing it. You trace the bottom of his jeans before slowly tugging on his zipper, pulling it down to reveal his boxers underneath.
His breath catches, hand reaching to find your hair. He was slightly disappointed they werenât in their signature style but heâd attend to that later.Â
Your place still looked the same, just less man stuff. Sure you probably sorted it away in a box somewhere aside from the things he took care of.Â
He wanted to steal another pair of panties from your bedroom, the ones he had lost their scent a while ago.Â
âIfâŚif itâs just the tip, it doesnât count. What are we fucking prudes? Itâs not cheating.âÂ
You looked up at him on your knees, positioning yourself right in between his manspread.Â
Hm. Not sure how that was going to work but you nodded in agreement, âItâs not cheating. Just the tip.âÂ
You pull down his jeans, Adrian helps you by lifting up a bit so you can slide it down to his ankles.Â
You could tell from his underwear alone that his dick was thick, thicker than the average at least.Â
You reach to tug at his underwear, trying stop from your jaw going slack in awe of the view in front of you.Â
Not only were his thighs incredibly toned, his dick was huge. No wonder his jeans always look so tight, heâs carrying around a 10oz spray can all day.
You go to wrap a hand around him and he anchored himself to the couch, a small moan slipping out when your hand makes contact with his heavy cock.Â
His tip was beaming red, slit at the top begging for attention and as if hypnotized your tongue comes out to give it a soft swipe.Â
âFuckghn..â
You feel him shudder beneath you and it sets a blaze in your stomach, between your very own thighs as well.Â
You squeeze your thighs, trying to apply some pressure for your own want before you take another kitten lip up his slit to which he lunges forward before falling back on the couch.Â
You finally press a gentle kiss onto his red tip, and another before you start full on making out with it. You let the spit flow naturally, relishing in all his little noises and movements beneath you.
The amount of twitching from his sucking on his tip, applying firm licks against his veins, sucking on the little opening.Â
Your cunt is starting to hurt from how turned on you are, his hand goes to your head and pushes you down, taking him fully into your mouth.Â
You're gagging, tears pricking your eyes but he doesnât relent. Doesnât let you come up for air, he watches you gargle on him, spit pooling onto his hairy ginger balls before he lets go, watching you quickly come up for air.Â
Coughing a bit before you look up at him. That was incredibly fucking sexy.Â
You go back in, this time disregarding the previous til he had set about âjust the tipâ since he broke it first. Youâre putting everything you know to use, eager to impress him.Â
âOh fuck, what-shit, just what are you trying to prove gorgeous?âÂ
The compliment amps you up even more, praise always being a nice reward. You position yourself better before hollowing out your cheeks and taking a deep breath, deep throating him all the way until your nose reaches the base of his cock.Â
You let the spit pool a bit before you start moving your head up and down, his hips hamming forward as well to reach your throat. Your hands are on his thighs to keep you up, knees starting to chaff from the rug beneath you, but you were determined when he started ramming his cock in your mouth as if you were his own personal sex toy.Â
His head thrown back, loud moans surely could be heard through your thin apartment walls, but you didnât care because his noises felt like music to your ears. Encouragement to be used.Â
He sputters a bit and you can feel liquid pooling into your mouth and onto your tongue, he came.Â
You wait until he looks back down at you, opening his eyes before you swallow his load with a small, satisfied smile as a cocky lazy one spreads on his face.Â
âSuch a good little girl for daddy, eager to please huh?âÂ
He gives you a few head pats then motions with his finger for you to turn around so you do.Â
You sit cross cross apple sauce facing the TV awaiting your next instructions, ignoring the painful ache in your cunt.Â
Adrian felt like he could fly. The most gorgeous girl just gave him the best head heâs had in years. Chris would not believe this. He adjusted himself back into his boxers and jeans before taking a sip of the coffee you so graciously made him.Â
You waited patiently, not turning or speaking up with all the shuffling behind you. You felt like you were on cloud nine. You haven't done something this excitingly stupid in a while.Â
Was this even something you could tell your friends? Hey. Remember my cute married boss who definitely had eyes for me when I was still in a relationship? Iâm fucking him now
Absolutely not, taking this to the grave you thought to yourself
Finally, you feel his two large hands pull your hair back, his fingers brushing your face to get some strands in the front.Â
You ignore the shiver down your spine at the small skin on skin contact as if you weren't just full on blowing him. If not for your pride, at least to not ruin your source of income.Â
âWatched you do this a hundred times already, can't get sick of itâ
He parts your hair gently, careful to not tug too hard anywhere. He starts at the base, tightly and concentrates intently as the three strands of hair miraculously turn into a somewhat comprehensible braid. Proud with himself, he does the second half of hair as well, lost in the way it all comes together.Â
He takes a picture of the finished result on his own phone, saving it to his locked hidden folder.Â
You turn to him once heâs done, laying your cheek on his knee. His hand comes down to your face once more, cupping your cheek, tracing your nose, your lips..
âYou look so pretty like thisâ
His sudden words stir something inside you but before you can reply his phone starts ringing. You sneak a peak at the photo and itâs his wife.Â
Realization hits and you get up to back away but Adrianâs hand finds your wrist, tugging you down slightly into a quick peck before releasingÂ
What the fuck?
âYeah, mhm, the donut place is like 10 minutes away? Oh, of course I can get there in timeâ He continues his conversation while getting up and making his way out your door, not sparing a second glance back.Â
Only when he leaves and you lock it you realize he left an envelope of money on the coaster with your car keys. You don't even count it fully before you're already at $500 dollars.Â
Actually, what the fuck. Â
A WEEK LATER
Nothing for almost 2 weeks since you gave him that blowjob. You were starting to feel like you hallucinated it, but you can still feel his attention on you at all times. Â
To be fair, you were semi-avoiding him as well. The heat of your brazen action still affects you whenever you catch a glimpse of him at work.Â
That is until the weekend came by and he was at your door at 10 am on Saturday morning telling you to go get changed and get in the car.
So now, you were both at a corner store near his place, and you were getting something from the top shelf when Adrian rounded the corner into the aisle and stood behind you
âI told you, I like you in my line of sight.â His hand finding it way to your waist and resting on your hip.
His hand flexed over your dress you decided to wear, the thin material against the heavy weight of his fingers set a buzz in your stomach.Â
You turn, giving him a quick peck on his cheek, âYouâll live.âÂ
Adrian trailed closely behind you, never letting his hand depart from your body, âWhy don't we go back to my place.â
Were you two even at that level yet?Â
You spin to face him and both his hands are on your hips now, pulling you close, voice low âHow about it huh pretty? Wife's not back until tomorrow.âÂ
You lay your head on his chest, the small thumping of his heart beat soothing you, his hands go up to your head giving you slow head pats.
Being this close you could smell his cologne, and it smelled a lot like your ex-boyfriends. The one you got him that he wore all the time, it was pretty niche, but the smell was comforting nonetheless. Finally, you look back up at him, âSure, let's go.â
His house was bigger than you expected honestly, two stories, oak floors and bright lights everywhere. His wife definitely chose it, she had great taste.Â
He led you to the bedroom and you gawked at the Alaskan king sized bed with burgundy sheets. He follows behind you and closes the door, locking it as well âJust for safe measure.â he says while taking off his cap and lacing it on the large dresser in front of the bed,Â
He points at the bed, âget onâ he instructs and you do. Adrian stands in front of you, between your legs and pushes you back onto the bed. He then bunches up your dress, bringing it up past your waist before helping himself to take off your underwear with his teeth,Â
âHow needyâŚâ you teased on your back now, looking up at him. His eyes seemed more blue now from this angle, the hints of green throughout his iris gave you comfort. His eyebrows, thick and concentrated. A soft pink hue on his face, his bearded stubble barely 2 centimeters long going down to his neck.Â
You bring up a hand to touch it, the coarse feeling under your fingers making you realize how real this all was. He shudders when that same hand travels to his hair, fingers entwined in his curls. âYour hair grows long.â you murmur absentmindedly
âYeah I know, itâs a fucking pain to deal with. I have to stop by my moms for a cut when I come back downâŚâÂ
Come back?
You're about to question it when you suddenly feel his finger slipping past your walls and into you, he gives a testy curl to which your back lifts off the bed a bit. Body pliable to his hand.Â
âWish you could see how pretty you look, all laid out like this for me, gorgeous.â Adrian slips in another finger, two now in you before he sets a tangentially slow pace. The sound of your wet cunt and his deliberate tempo filling the bedroom.Â
He presses a few kisses to your throat, before going back down and sinking himself fully in front of your cunt, all while maintaining his pace. He brought another hand down to his cock over his pants, giving himself a few rubs while staring directly at your pussy,
You couldn't keep your moans in anymore when he adjusted a third finger in, curling them all simultaneously before he picked up his rhythm adding a bit more pressure while he went faster in and out of you. You were twisting, trashing your body around trying not to close your legs on him, but it felt so good.
Your reactions were close to getting Adrian there himself, every sound that escaped your lips making his aching cock ready to bust out the seamsÂ
Your clit needed some attention so he brought his palm forward to apply pressure to your swollen clit, no longer hidden but instead rounded and asking for attention, the first press has you lurching forward eyes closed in bliss while he stayed there for a second before picking up the pace once moreÂ
Your wetness was leaking onto his palm and the bed, but he didn't care, it all looked so beautiful. He groaned in pleasure when he felt himself come in his jeans while you let out a wry moan when your own orgasm his you.Â
Adrian pulled out of you slowly, your legs slightly jerking at the sensation. He then brought his sodden hand up to his face and started licking his fingers one by one as you watched, still in a brain fog haze, but the sight kept you focused on him.
Adrian's phone starts ringing, and he signs while fishing it out his back pocket but answers on the third ring, âChris! Hey buddy, whatâs up?â
You tune out of his conversation, your heart wasn't pounding anymore, and your body was calming down. Legs definitely felt too weak to stand up so you allowed yourself to gaze around the room.
The curtains were drawn in front of the bed, a large dresser with men's cologne and womenâs perfume, and jewelry. It felt so grown-up, in a way you didn't yet understand. You shift your head a bit, and on the bedside drawer was a hair tie, a candle, and a small framed photo of Adrian and his wife.Â
You suddenly felt sick, turning and sitting up. You smoothed out your dress and put your underwear back on with swiftness before getting off the bed. Your knees were still weak, but staying on the bed any longer would've made you vomit.
Adrian was still on the edge of the bed, giving you a strange look, confused by your sudden actions while listening intently to what the other person was saying.Â
He motioned with his hand for you to sit on his lap, so you do, his arm wraps around your waist, and his knee starts bouncing as if to soothe you. You can't help the small smile on your face because it honestly does help.Â
From this close, you could kinda hear what this Chris person was saying, but it was muffled by Adrian's huge handÂ
âAlright, yeah, Iâll be there by tonight. Of course, I fucking will man, when have I not? Don't start without me, I swear, Chrisââ the guy hangs up and Adrian makes a shocked âoâ face with his mouth, and it makes you giggle.Â
He tosses his phone behind him, âYou see the shit I have to deal with baby?â a hand on the nape of your neck, pulling you in for a cheeky kiss, he slips in some tongue, and you moan into his mouth. You can feel the smile spreading on his lips before he pulls back.
âWas that call about what you were saying earlier?â
His hand pushes some hair out of your face, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip
âYup, leaving tonight. Wonât be back until next week, maybe.â
You pout, and he leans forward to kiss you, even with you moving back. This kiss was harsher, lips firm against yours as if you were his for the taking.
When he finally pulled back again, he laughed, "You're so cute when you're frustrated. Iâll be back quickly, 5 days, not even a full week. And when I do, how about we go on a trip?â
Your ears practically perked up, âTrip?âÂ
âYup, since I won't be here for Christmas to keep you warm, how about a trip upstate to a cabin? We could spend the weekend together and be back by Monday. Can you be patient?âÂ
You nod excitedly. You haven't been on a trip in ages and certainly couldn't afford a cabin getaway by yourself or with your ex, âAre you leaving now, though?â
âYeah, just have to pack something.â He looked at the duffles sitting on the floor in front of his closet.Â
You open the passenger side of his car and in your seat lay an envelope, âWhen the fuck did heâŚâ you pick it up, and itâs even heavier than the last.Â
DECEMBER 30th
The harsh wind blowing through your hair only got colder as he sped up, you were scared. Adrian had this crazed look in his eyes as he kept pressing on the gas. A diabolical smile as he kept looking back at you to see if you were having as much fun as he is.
You felt as though your heart was beating at a higher rate than he was driving, he suddenly brought a hand down to your thigh, offering a firm squeeze. Was it for you or him? Did he notice? You go to put your hand over his but heâs already retracting his hand, not noticing yours, reaching to turn down the volume on a rock song playing.
âWeâre here.â
You look at the cabin, it was honestly a beautiful sight. Tucked off into its own corner, brown and tall with a wrap-around porch. A singular, but mighty light illuminating the way.
âIâll get our bags, wait a moment.â
You suddenly felt a bit nervous. A getaway cabin in the middle of seemingly nowhere, with your manager of 2 months. He gets out of the car and goes to the trunk, you watch him in the rear-view mirror until youâre blocked by the trunk opening, him slightly disappearing behind it. You hear shuffling and feel the weight being lifted off the car as he takes something out.
You feel a bit antsy just sitting there; you reach for the door and push but it doesnât open. Did he forget to unlock it? You try again, a little harder this time, and you almost fall out with how fast it opens.
âWoah, careful there, silly.â Adrian steadies you. âThe passenger side only opens from the outside, an old car. Remember?â he states matter-of-fact with a smile.
You stare at him a moment and melt all over again. Just what were you thinking, scaring yourself like that?
After setting down your belongings you finally had a chance to relaxÂ
Youâre both on opposite ends of a long, leather black couch. Two pillows between the both of you, already placed there and one big warm blanket that somehow managed to reach both your ends and cover you.Â
Elf was playing on the mini old school television but it honestly felt like background noise with the tension this thick. His legs, longer than yours, were reaching yours. Cold toes brushing against your own every time he made a movement.Â
He was staring at the screen, only reacting to the funny bits. He looked soft, curly ginger hair all tousled in its natural state, green eyes behind his frames glued to the screen, pink lips tugged between his teeth. He was wearing a large sweatshirt with some college monogram on it, it was slightly ridding up with the way one arm was behind his neck, holding his head up against the arm of his end of the couch. The big tinted window was right behind him, it had started to snow.Â
You allow yourself to keep looking at him, he did it to you all the time. There was some hair trailing down his abs, into the abyss of his grey sweatpants. This made you clench your thighs.Â
God, were you really shamelessly horny enough to fuck your middle aged, very married boss?
âYou like what you see?â A gruff slightly raspy voice pulls you out of your thoughts.Â
Caught, damn. You decide to play into it, âwhat if I do?â
A beat. Silence from him as he observes you, eyes dragging over your body. You were most covered, wearing some new pajamas with the money he gave you. A long sleeve Henley with Christmas presents on it and a matching pair of shorts. Hair still in the neat pigtails he did himself.
âEver try mutual masterbation?â He asks
Your eyebrows go up at this, youâve heard of it but never got the chance. âNo, justâŚsee a couple videos.âÂ
Another beat. He looks up at the television, Elf is stuck in a split position on an escalator. He lets out a small chuckle before looking back at you.Â
âTake your clothes off.âÂ
Your hand is tugging on the sleeve of your henley before he even closes his mouth again, you throw it over your head and place it on the table in front of you.Â
Despite the blanket and heating in the cabin the cool air still hit you like a brick, you had no bra underneath so your nipples were already slightly hard, but you continued, taking off your shorts.Â
his eyes zeroed in on your breasts as he was taking off his own shirt, his eyes remained on you while pulling off his sweatpants and low and behold, he was free balling, literally.Â
You start as you usually do, trailing your fingers down to the slit of your cunt. Using whatever bit of arousal to tease at your clit. Your eyes remain on him slowly stroking himself with a small grin on his face before he dropped his already half hard cock
He tuts, âyouâre not doing it right.â
Right?, this was always how you masturbated privately and âit does the job well enough.â You reply shyly, though your fingers halted its movementÂ
Adrian smiles at your admittion, âwell enough? Thatâs nothing.â He makes a clicking noise with his mouth, the kind youâd make to call over a trained dog as he motions with his hand for you to get close and almost immediately, you do.Â
He doesnât say it but his stomach flips at how well you listen, still couldnât get used to it. For such a strong personality you were quite malleable in his hands, like putty. âMy gorgeous little girl, you just need someone to play with you huh?âÂ
You couldnât help the pathetic stare you gave him, eyes all dopey and glassy, slightly humiliated at how much you were being babied while simultaneously relishing in it.Â
He pulls you over him, both hands firmly gripping your thighs on either side of him before gently rubbing you down onto his thick slightly pink cock.Â
Eyes fluttering shut, the sensation giving you the right amount of teasing pleasure. You tried grinding back and forth by yourself but he stills you. Only allowing you to move when he does so himself.Â
He leans in and closes the small distance between you, knocking the air out your lungs as every part of him fills your senses.Â
It feels like the first time you ever kissed him. His lips are plush. Strategic in the way the taunt and collide with yours. That desire stirring much deeper than just your stomach. He gives short taunting pecs, whining for you to open your mouth and you do.Â
His tongue slips in immediately. Soft, pink, and sliding against yours with a delicious slowness. You canât stop the little moans that come out each time he applies some pressure against yours and tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more. As if he wants you to consume him in his entirety.Â
You love it.
You try to pull back a bit to speak, heâs looking at you wide eyed when you say âyour lips are so so-â youâre cut off when he nods frantically, âyours too baby but please let me just-mghmâ he collides with you again, going right back to melting into you.
Heâs gentle, almost nurturing in the way one hand travels carefully up and down your body, leaving you with goosebumps all over as the over hold the back of your head possessively so you donât go anywhere.Â
Eventually, he canât help it either. The way his hips keep jutting up to get some pressure from your heated cunt. The images rolling around in his mind of everything he wants to do to you, everything he wants you to do to him.Â
Both his hands slide down and find your hips, grasp firm, kneading your skin like dough. âI can feel, fuck, how-nghnn, wet you areâ he whines. One hand goes to the front and you shiver, goosebumps raising the hair on your body as you mewl into his mouth.
Adrian loves the way youâre squirming on him. Trying to get yourself off using his body. His little needy submissive princess. He needed to feel how wet and warm you were. How your canal would suck him in. âLetâs try this again, huh?âÂ
He cups a handful of your ass with his right hand before trailing his fingers lower, he reaches back into the slit of your pussy, cool wetness that was pooling onto his aching dick meeting him half way.Â
His left hand, still holding onto your ass moves back to your hip and starts moving you so that your clit was dragging back and forth on this deep red tip.Â
You couldnât even concentrate on kissing anymore, mind going fuzzy at the sensation of him knowing you everywhere. His mouth moves greedily to your neck, plastering the same wet and desperate kisses down your jugular.Â
You almost let out a shriek when you feel his middle finger sink deeply into you, it was seamless but the way he immediately hooked his finger in you caused a knot in your stomach.Â
âA-Adrian I need, m-more pleasgnmâ you manage before shoving your head in his neck again, trying to shut yourself up and just feel.Â
He whispers against you, warm and alive, âI know sweetie I know, daddyâs gonna feel you up real good. Give you all you need.âÂ
He starts picking up speed with his finger while he holds you down on his tip, the squelch sound of his hand ramming against you and your wet cunt fills up the room, over taking the movie playing on the screen.Â
You moan and whine, unable to even speak. âGod youâre so wet, all that for me, my little pie? Is all this slick for me?â You nod frantically, and He adds another finger in without warning, both now taking up space in your pussy.Â
He slows down a bit to start moving you on his tip again while you get adjusted to his second finger, getting you more wet so you almost donât even feel it. His own cock was twitching and leaking, pre-cum pooling onto the blanket, but it would wait. Â
You manage to concentrate enough to string some words together, slurred no doubt in your state, âDaddy, sir, please Iâm, I'm so close.âÂ
He coos at your warning, egging it on the way his tongue licks up strips of your skin. He could live in your skin. He wanted to bite, to fuse, to feel the warmth of your blood.Â
So he takes a bite, harder than he meant to because you do shriek, âAugh, what the f-â youâre cut off in the way he pressed on last kiss against the indents of his teeth and goes back to your mouth to shut you up.Â
He enters a third finger into you and starts going faster, the pace reigniting the knot in your stomach. Your eyes shut tight, and before you can speak again you come all over his hands, secretion dripping all over his fingers.Â
He pulls them out and uses his other hand to keep you lazily moving against his tip, staring at you for your reaction as he brings up his fingers to his mouth. The smell of you alone making him feral, arousing something primal in him that he only feels after a successful kill.Â
âYouâre just as perverted as me, you may not admit it, but that doesnât mean Iâm done with you sweetie.â
You finally get yourself to open your eyes, still shaking and coming down from the orgasm. You donât rebuttal as you watch the scene before you, Adrian putting his juiced fingers into his mouth one by one. Tongue wrapping around each slowly.Â
Heâs filthy, taking his time to savor it, the sight honestly made your pussy clench again. He felt it on top of his member.Â
âSit on my face.â He says it like itâs a matter of fact, the only viable option after what you just did. And honestly, you wanted to, but you were shy. It wasnât a position you often did with your ex.Â
âI can just lay down or-â his face darkens at that suggestion, eyebrows furrowed.Â
âBut thatâs not what I said. I said sit on my face. Don't give me other options.âÂ
You started into his eyes, playing with the hair at his nape. Staring at his puffy pink lips.
âWell, Iâll make the decision for you.â With a small grunt, he shifts his weight and tosses his legs off their current position to man spread. Both feet stamped firmly in a wide stance before putting his hands under your underarms and with one swoop, lifting you up and sitting you down on his face.Â
Your hands hold onto the window for support, looking down you had a clear view of Adrianâs eyes and looking up you had a clear view of the driveway and snow outside.Â
Itâs as if his face was made to fit your most like this, both his hands slid back down to lock in your legs, and he started shoving his lips into your soaked cunt, nose giving a tantalizing poke to your clit.Â
His tongue starts lapping you up, eating hungrily away at your core as if you were made for him to feast on. With every squirm his grip tightened, holding you closer. Licking every crevice of your cunt, sucking on the juices spilling out before they can even hit his face.Â
One arm held you steady and the other unraveled to go up your body, hand reaching to cup your tit. Fingers are already tweaking your fully hardened nipple before you can notice. Loud moans erupt from your throat, you didnât even know you could get that loud.Â
He starts grinding you down on his face, hard, suffocating himself in your wetness, in your glory. Moving you back and forth until your second orgasm tackles you.Â
Adrian was practically humping the air, dick jumping and twitching at all the sounds coming from you. He didnât even notice when he came, his thighs soaking in a mini pool of his own sperm.Â
You barely have time to register what just happened, chest heaving, brain a complete mush.Â
You attempt to get up, and finally he lets go, but as soon as you get your footing he stands up as well, knocking you down onto the couch.Â
âGod, Iâm too lazy to even get up. I⌠I can barely talk.â You giggle, staring up at the tall wooden ceiling.Â
Adrian got a handful of napkins and placed them on the table, taking one to clean off a bit of the blanket, his thighs, and the couch. He tossed it on the ground before patting his area.Â
âIâm not done with you, come here.âÂ
As if moving to the sound of his voice, you did exactly that, watching him intently as he grabbed a condom out of the mini vase on the table.Â
You position yourself in front of him, waiting for your next instruction. Core, already wet again at the thought of what else he has planned for you.Â
He rips the condom open with his teeth and nods his head for you to adjust yourself, âTurn around, hands on the couch, ass up.âÂ
âSuch a meanieâ you tease while adjusting yourself exactly like he asked.
You clench, and oblige. Holding the couch firmly and putting yourself in a doggy style position. Thank goodness this count was semi-soft. This position always irritates your knees after a while.Â
Adrian gives himself a few lazy pumps, then pulls the condom over his thick and aching cock. It was a sign, he needed to still feel you. His super human body is already ready to stick itself in someone and ejaculate again. âDonât worry, buddy, Iâm not leaving you out.âÂ
His eyes and hand travel from your ass, spreading them a bit and giving a medium land slap that echoed through the room. The movie is finished now, some closing theme Christmas song playing in the back.Â
His hand counted up your body until it found your braids, he tugs once, gently, then again with a bit more pull. Making your head go back until you were looking at him right in the eye.Â
âYou have no idea, how many times since I first laid my eyes on you, how much I thought about fucking you like this, in these braids. How many times all I could do was stare at you, when I wanted to pump you full of my cum.âÂ
The moan that escapes your throat is automatic, and he swallows it by bringing his head down and connecting your lips, another hand wrapped around your throat as his tongue enters your mouth again.Â
He trails off a few more pecks before letting you go to adjust himself, knees on both sides by your ankles. He spreads your ass cheeks a bit before repositioning his throbbing cock and delving it into you, your walls greeting him with its warmth.Â
âFuck, wish you knew how good you felt. My sweet, sweet, baby angel.âÂ
He groans while he offers one last deep push, really making sure he was balls deep, chest flat against your back. You could feel the lines of his abs while his cock twitched inside you.Â
âJust gonna do this andâŚâ
Both his arms go up over yours, knocking you off balance for a bit, before you lay all your weight back on him. His hold was strong, secure. You felt safe.Â
âI got ya, I got you, sweetie. You feel that?â
Adrian gives a thrust; to get the waters and when you let out that little sound that he likes he feels good enough to keep going. His thrust is more coordinated now, you felt every inch of him pulsing in you as he rammed in and out of your velvet cunt.Â
âUse your words.â
âYe-yes. Fuck, you feel so g-good!â
The heat alone was enough to keep him warm through Washington winters, he was sure of it. He could live in it. Live in you.
Your arms were starting to feel heavy but so was the feeling in your stomach, you could practically see his tip bulging a bit in your stomach, you felt full, stuffed.Â
âAlmost there baby, fuck you feel so tight around me. Sucking me in all greed, huh you pretty little thing?â
Your cunt clenched automatically at his perverse verbiage, and it caused him to sputter a bit. Your pigtails were in his face, becoming undone with each thrust since there were no mini rubber bands to keep the ride at the end.Â
âYouâre taking me so, so well, bet youâve never been fucked like this huh?â He feels his confidence growing when you can only manage an incoherent babble in response.
He keeps the rhythm, continuing to pour his all into you, sweat forming on both your bodies and your juices mixed together. His loaded semen ready to spill into your womb.Â
It felt too good.Â
âAdrian Iâm-
âI know s-sweetie, me, me too.â He said chasing the high, picking up his speed while still remaining that deep angled thrust.Â
âT-oâŚfuck, weâll come together okay?â He reassured, placing a few gentle kisses on the top of your head.Â
You nod eagerly, letting your body submit to the sensation you were experiencing. Letting your body and mind submit to him.Â
âComeâ he groans out like a wild animal, and your body listens, letting go of the knot that had formed from his consistent pumping.Â
He comes too, a lot. So much that it starts spilling out of the condom and back onto his already sodden balls. Youâre both breathing heavily, you can feel his heart beating against your back.Â
âT-thank you.â It was honestly a feeble attempt at speaking, your voice too raspy to really pronounce anything. Mind sub-coming to sleep as your body caught up.Â
He lets go gently, pulling out of you and placing you on your back on the couch before standing and stretching.Â
He slips the condom off, dropping it into the pile of used napkins.Â
Looking over at you, you were already soundly asleep. Cute.Â
The markings on your body were all remnants of him. Good.
He used the last unused napkins to clean you up, removing any stain he could see. He couldnât help the smile when he noticed the bruises starting to form on your hips and neck, the bite indent right over your jugular. Not too deep, but theyâd at least last an extra two days.Â
It stirred up something territorial in him, he grazed his finger over each one. Later. He said to himself, when youâve recovered from these rounds.
Once done, he tossed the spoiled napkins in the trash. Blanket and clothes in the washing machine, and change into different clothes to go out and buy some food.Â
When you woke up you felt sore all over, and freezing. You were covered by a different blanket but had no clothes on.Â
You attempt to get up and your knees buckle, you hold onto the couch and table and low and behold, on the table there was a morning after pill, an Advil, a bottle of water and a sticky note.Â
You pick up the sticky note
âHey pretty, decided to let you sleep.Â
Went to get some food for dinnerÂ
Will brb :)â
âSticky note instead of a text? Definitely getting oldâ you laughed but it was honestly touching.Â
The handwriting looked eerily similar to the note you got in your locker but then again, most men had shit hand writing. Setting the sticky note back down, you wrap the blanket tighter to keep warm. He cleaned up before he left as well so after peeing, showering and changing into some fresh pajamas you started looking for extra blankets.
Your hair was still damp from the shower, the cool air making you shiver as you quietly shifted through the cabin for the right closet.Â
âThere should be some extra somewhereâŚâ
You open up a closet door near the stairs and are met with a horrid dry stench. Like the aftermath of a long day at a a farmers market, or the butchersÂ
You flip the switch, and once your eyes adjust to the new light, revealing the cause of the smell. You fall back with a loud thud, arms barely keeping you up straight as you gawk in horror. an inaudible wry, trying to free itself from your throat as you look at what seems to be dried, bloodied clothes and a hacksaw Â
You try to crawl backwards, further away from the scene, but your back hits something firm. Not only that, but you look up, and sure enough, Adrian is staring straight ahead at the scene, almost lost in thought before he finally speaks up.
His voice now like claws against a chalkboard in your ringing ears, âI told you to just wait for me.â he finally looks down, an eerie stillness. âAlways my little curious explorer.â
The scream comes now, before you can even control it. Your eyes shut, refusing to even look at the sight of him for any second longer. Itâs loud and guttural, but even then, it doesnât truly capture the fear in your bones.
The sun was down now, you were in a cabin alone with a man nearly twice your age, the only car was his, and you just saw a pile of bloodied male clothes that seemed a lot like clothes for your estranged boyfriend.
You think back to the day before your boyfriend suddenly left, and you two were fine. Sure, you were both worn out from the constant working, sharing a car, and some bills, but you were fine. And the phone call, what had he said again? Fuck, why were you blanking now of all moments? His voice was shaky, but you had assumed he was drinking.
It all started coming back to you: the missing underwear, the car, randomly losing your house key for a few hours, the cologne⌠oh, god, âhe was wearing his cologne.â
Your knees nearly give out as you use the last of your strength to lock the door. You look around in the room, remnants of what was just a romantic getaway, now a literal crime scene.
You force yourself up, ignoring the hot tears still trailing down your face, heart hammering in your chest, practically threatening to jump out.
Youâre picking up anything thatâs yours that you can see, launching them all straight into your duffel, trying to ignore the flashing images of what could most likely be your boyfriend and listen out for any faint noise outside, but itâs quiet, and thatâs what scares you.
You shove on some pants that were lying around and your hoodie that was resting on the chair. Honestly, your mind was blank. The primary plan was to get away from here as fast as possible and figure out the rest later. Youâre putting on the running shoes you had on when suddenly three unsettling knocks are on the bedroom door.
You jump up out of your seat in fear, but stay still, body reacting already, tense and shaking as you think about the dangerous man that you had just let in, on the other side of the door.
âBaby, sweetie? I know youâre in there, muffin, câmon and open the door. Letâs talk,â he coos. He fucking coos, as if this situation was totally normal, as if he was just lying or cheating.
Thereâs a bit of shuffling, and shaking of the knob before he speaks up again, âBabygirl? You didnât unlock the door, how are we supposed to talk, huh?â
âJust please, let me leave, Adrian, I wonât tell anyone what I saw, I promise, just please,â you murmur at the end, breaking down again now.
âLeave, leave?â he repeats. âThat canât be right, couldâve sworn I just heard you say you want to leave me. Over what? A minor fucking mistake that you wonât even let me fucking explain? Open the goddamn door, please.â
You scoff, laughing at the âpleaseâ he inserted at the end, as if you didnât just witness and smell the rotting clothes of your fucking ex-boyfriend. You look around for something to help you, frantic as the pulling of the doorknob gets louder. You dig through one of the mini compartments in your duffel bag and find a pen. It would have to do if all else fails.
Itâs quiet, too quiet.
You slip the pen in your bra and turn, and the door is still closed. You get down on the ground, your face touching the floor, which wouldâve repulsed you, but you were attempting to see if his feet were still at the door. They were, until he walked to the left.
What the fuck? Where was he going? Was he actually leaving, or was it a trick to lure you out?
You get up, brushing your face off and taking light steps to the door, careful not to make any noise on the antique wooden cabin floors. Your heart is practically bursting out of your chest; you had to hold your breath to ease yourself into even getting close to the door, afraid of him hearing you.
You put your ear against the door, quiet as a mouse. Nothing. Not a peep. That is, until you hear a soft repetitiveâ
âI am so incredibly fucked youâ nah, you canât even begin to imagine, but we don't have to be like this. We can just go back to before you decided to be a fucking nosy rat,â He growls the last part, figures large and daunting as he steps towards you, and you, your heart pumping out of your chest.
He looms over you fully now, in your space.
âThis is nothing, but you didn't want to let me fucking explain.â His eyes go big as he huffs, frustration in the shake of his fists alone, barely containing themselves at his side. âLook at me, look at me!â he yells, and you finally do, hot tears streaming down your face.
Where did it go wrong for you, or was it wrong all along?
âHow could you do that to him, to anyone? Why me?â
Adrian laughs like you asked an audacious question, âThis doesnât have to be like this, why do you have to go snooping around in places your nose doesnât belong, sweetie?â
You didnât take the silly work gossip too seriously then, I mean really what could this seemingly bland old man who managed some dingy diner be so adamant on hiding? This was far worse than you could imagine, the snarl in his words cutting the air.
You could tell he wasnât going to hurt you, but it wasnât harmless, it seemed the anger almost confused him at the moment. Like he was lost in it, no, at home in it.
Shaking, cowering really in the corner as he continues puffing out air, muttering to himself now in small spaces. Still in your general direction, blocking you but no longer breathing your air, but you still couldnât breathe.
Your throat was tight, hot tears now drying, mouth literally shaking from all the whimpers you canât hold back. And you felt sick because your cunt was still damp against your panties. You were wet. How shameful.
This weekend was perfect, truly. How could it end like this? You couldâve never imagined, but maybe it was there all along. You sink down to the floor, your knees limp, barely holding you together in the first place.
He barely casts you a glance as he starts looking around the room, still muttering to himself as he picks up his own items and starts shoving them into the other duffel bag.
Your throat hurts, but you force yourself to try to speak after some time. âWhat are you doing?â you manage to rasp out.
Before he even turns around you activate your ability, turning invisible.Â
You hold in your breath, though not necessary but the fear alone made you feel like your heart was beating too loudly.Â
âWhere the fuck did she go?â he calls out your name, and you almost slip on a shirt on the ground.Â
As soon as you regained your composure, and he was a bit further away, you snatched the duffle you had been repacking and bolted out the door. You have a 5-second head start considering everything you touch also turns invisible but once he noticed it was missing and heard the squeaking of the steps, he rushed behind you.Â
You pick up speed and once downstairs your eyes lock in on his car keys on the kitchen island on top of another envelope next to the bag of groceries
Would it be so wrong to steal from a potential murderer who may have tortured your boyfriend?Â
You pick up the key and envelope in one go, almost tripping over the living room carpet with how fast you're running. Your arms were beginning to get tired, and when you looked back, Adrian was at the top of the steps, clearly assessing the situation.Â
You set down the things on the couch for a moment, tiptoe back to the kitchen, and begin throwing a bunch of plates and silverware on the floor between the kitchen and living room to create more distance between the two of you while walking backwards
He had his glasses on now and definitely saw the carpet move from where you tripped, and where all the ruckus was coming from, he bolted down the stairs.
You pick everything back up once he's at the end of the steps, and this gives you the extra fuse of energy you needed to make a beeline to the door
"What a neat little trick, so you can turn invisible, huh?"
Once outside, you toss everything in the car; you can worry about double-checking later. You hop into the driver's seat and insert the key into the key fob. With your foot on the gas, you repeatedly try to reverse out of the driveway, but the car won't start.
The cabin door swings open and reveals Adrian, walking out with bloodied feet, dragging a trail of red behind him with each step
A quick glance at him, you would not be able to tell you were in a high-stress situation. He seemed perfectly calm, walking towards you.Â
You're hitting the wheel now, doing whatever internal prayer you know for the car to move, âCâmon, you fucking junker, start!âÂ
That seems to work; the car revs, and you swerve out of the driveway. This makes him pick up his speed, now running head-on, but it's too late. Thankfully, you're fully pressing onto the gas, going 40 over, and ignoring the speed limit of the quiet roadÂ
You only allow yourself to let out a laugh of relief, you didn't realize you were holding in when you're surrounded by nothing but the familiar trees you recognize when you guys were first on your way here.
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Last love |Adrian Chase (Vigilante) x Reader|Part 7
Pairing: Adrian Chase x Female! Reader
Summary: Throughout the journey, Adrian becomes increasingly open about what he wants for the futureâŚ
Tags: Time travel, mentions of WW2, you are a writer but you don't consider yourself one, the story happens in the second season, reader falls in love quite quickly, fluff, a little bit of angst, slowburn, strangers to lovers, road trips, miscommunication, sharing a bed, canon divergent.
Words: 1839
A/N: Sorry for the delay, Iâve been busy with university and havenât had much time to write. Iâm doing my best to make progress on the ending (which is already the next chapter). Enjoy!
After leaving the hotel, the drive was in a comfortable silence, except for the moments when Adrian would say some random facts he knew. There wasnât just silence, but also stolen glances on a couple of occasions. A few times youâd find yourself staring at Adrian and other times he at you, but only quick glances, and in other moments youâd both end up locking eyes.
âHow much longer until we get there?â You asked, letting out a yawn at the end of the question.
âUhm⌠About two hours.â Adrian lied.
âThatâs the same thing you told me two hours ago.â
Adrian and you didnât know how to act after what happened the night before; you both remembered it perfectly, but neither mentioned anything about it, there was simply that comfort between you two that you enjoyed.
You pulled your legs up on the seat and without meaning to, rested your feet on his lap, and he gave you a quick look.
âDoes it bother you?â
âNo.â Adrian answered quickly. âNo⌠No, Iâm fine.â
You grabbed the newspaper you had bought that morning before leaving that town, and opened it to read while he drove.
âDo you really like being here?â He asked out of nowhere.
âI donât have another option.â
âYes you do, you can come with me.â He said, in a tone like he had been holding that in for a long time.
That suggestion felt like a bucket of cold water that fell on your head, something that made you stop what you were doing to make sure you heard him right.
You lowered the newspaper to look at him closely, but his gaze was fixed on the road.
You laughed, believing it was a joke, and he laughed too. âWhat? What are you laughing at?â He asked between laughs.
Your laughter had faded, you only kept an insecure smile. âItâs not a joke?â
âWhy would I joke about that? I didnât even use sarcasm and Iâm not usually sarcasticâactually, I never am.â
You looked forward, seriously thinking about that decision. You could do it; there was no one holding you back except Vincent and AnneâŚ
Anne, you thought of her.
âI have a sister.â
âDo you take care of her?â
âNo, she lives in another state.â
âYou had never mentioned her.â
You shrugged. âI didnât think it was necessary.â
Adrian didnât respond. He had let himself be carried away by the emotion of what had happened yesterday and was convinced it would be a good decisionâone where you would leave behind this boring life in 1936, with Hitler approaching in a few years, and also the Great Depression, racism, and outdated clothing (although he thought you looked very good in it), among many other things. Adrian wanted you to go with him to his present.
Adrian didn't know how you had ended up in his present. Married? Dead at a young age? Or had you died old?
Or married?
He didnât want to think of an ending like that. Even though it had only been days since meeting you in that short amount of time, he wanted to extend it longer. Not here, not in 1936. He wanted to take you with him to make you happy.
While Adrian frustrated himself with his thoughts, you kept thinking about that option that seemed too good to be true. Nothing was holding you back anymore except Vincent. You would miss Anne, but you knew she was happy with the life she had in those moments. As much as you hated her husband, you couldn't deny that he made her happy, and Anne had even mentioned in a letter that they were already planning to have children. There was no one else holding you back, not even your failed dreams of being a writer.
âWhy do you want me to go with you?â
You were weak when it came to love. You had liked Adrian ever since Vincent found him, and in just a few days you had noticed details that made you feel the way you had always wanted. Not fearful of commitment, not afraid of being seen as just an object for having children.
To Adrian, you were differentânot just because of the time periods, but because of the things you did with him. He enjoyed being heard, he enjoyed the fact that someone didnât shut him up and let him talk as much as he wanted, even asking him questions, but it wasnât all about that. Adrian wanted to stay with you.
âBecause I want you.â
âYou barely know me.â
âAlbert Einstein said that time is relative, so weâll have enough time to get to know each other.â
Adrian pulled the car to the side, even though there were no other cars in sight except yours.
âI donât know whatâll happen when I take you to my presentââ
âYou havenât even heard if I want to go or not.â You interrupted, crossing your arms and looking at him this time.
Adrian looked at you pleadingly. âOkay dude, I donât know what happened to you in my present, okay? I donât know if you died in the war, I donât know if you got married or if you had kidsâŚâ
âWell, I hope not the last two.â You answered playfully.
âDude, listen to me⌠I want you to be with me, I donât want you to die. I want you⌠When my friends come for me, Iâll take you with me and Iâll teach you how to play Mario Kart, Iâll show you what I do as a Vigilante and uh⌠Oh yeah, Iâll introduce you to my friends and I know itâs not ethical to use dirty money, but with that money weâll have a place to live because I live with my momâugh, although my mom will want to meet you, sheâs a pain in the ass butââ
âAdrianâŚâ
âAnd maybe you wonât like her, so Iâll get a place for us where we can be happy⌠Well, if you want to come with me andââ
âAdrian!â You yelled to get his attention.
âWhat?â When he saw your face he worried, your eyes were watery and you looked like you might cry at any moment. âDid I say something wrong? Iâm sorry, Iââ
âNo⌠No, Adrian⌠You didnât say anything wrong.â You laughed through your tears. He leaned closer to you and took your hands. âDudeâŚâ
âAdrian, I do want to be with you.â You said with a smile still among tears. âI want to be happy with youâŚâ
He held you by the waist and pulled you closer to kiss you, his glasses bumped lightly against you but you didnât care because you enjoyed it. You enjoyed his warmth, the way he held you, and the feeling he gave you when he told you everything he wanted to do with you, even though there were things you didnât quite understand. You didnât care. You wanted to be happy with him; you wanted him to be part of your life just like Adrian wanted the same for you.
When you both pulled away from the kiss, you pressed your forehead against his, closing your eyes. âOn the condition that we take Vincent.â You whispered. âI canât leave him alone.â
âVincent will be like our son⌠Well, except heâs a cat, heâd be over a hundred years old, but I really donât careâŚâ
You laughed, pulled away to look at him, and without saying anything else, kissed him again.
Adrian kept in mind that more than two hours had already passed, but you hadnât asked again because you preferred to sleep during the drive. Your body was awkwardly positioned in that small space and your head rested on his lap. It was sunset and no nearby town was in sight; a few hours earlier you had stopped to eat something, Vincent had eaten too, and you both fell asleep after that big meal. Adrian had no other choice but to turn right onto a dirt road; it was almost nightfall, and the path would be even more unfamiliar at night. He drove for 25 more minutes until the carâs tire got stuck in the dirt, and he had no choice but to turn the engine off out of fear of waking you and having you see what happened.
He looked at you for a few moments, running his hand gently over your cheek, admiring your relaxed face.
He thought for a moment about what it would be like when his friends came for the both of you, the strange introduction theyâd have to accept no matter what because he wanted you with him. He wanted you.
The next morning you woke up first. The sunlight was already bothering you through the windows and you sat up in the seat, looking around. You stepped out of the car and stretched a bit, letting out a big yawn, and when you heard that sound you frowned. Was this the place Adrian mentioned? you thought. You looked at the ground, noticing the sand, and the sound of the ocean captured your attention. You slipped off your shoes, leaving them to the side and walked a few meters; the unmistakable sound of the sea made you smile.
You were still curious about why Adrian wanted to come to the beach in the middle of October. But it was Adrian, you reminded yourself.
Meanwhile, Adrian was just waking up from his nap, and upon not feeling your weight on his legs, the sleepiness was instantly replaced by surprise. He looked at the back seat and Vincent wasnât there either. He rushed out of the car, imagining every possible scenario where something had gone wrong and you ended up hurt. Of all the horrible possibilities he imagined, he didnât expect to hear his name in the distance, and when he saw you, his previously tense shoulders relaxed once he saw you safe with Vincent at your side.
Adrian approached you, trying to hide the fear he had felt just moments earlier.
âI guess it was worth it after all.â You said, walking up to him and taking his hand. âEven if itâs a bit cold.â You laughed.
When Adrian heard this, he took off his coat and placed it over your shoulders. âI guess I shouldâve listened to youâŚâ
âNo.â You interrupted. âThank you for not listening to me.â
You both looked at each other for a moment before you looked away toward the sea. You sat on the sand and Adrian followed your movements, sitting next to you, but instead of looking at the sea like you did, he looked at you, admiring every detail as always and thinking about what your lives would be like when you were both in 2024.
Feeling his gaze on you, you turned to look at him. âThank you.â
âFor what?â
You looked back at the ocean, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing.
âFor everything."
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Summary: Gut Chase is returning home to Evergreen after 10 years, bringing you â his new fiancĂŠe â with him and all the baggage and violent sibling rivalry that remains between him and Adrian with them. When Adrian meets you, it's obsession at first sight and it becomes clear that you don't know what kind of man Gut is, Adrian takes it into his own hands to try and show you, while simultaneously trying to pry you out of the clawed grip of his older brother.
Warnings for this fic overall (please check each part when they're released): Adults Only. MDNI. Strained family dynamics. Canon typical violence. Triggers for physical abuse at the hands of a sibling. Graphic bodily harm (Gut lost an eye â think house of the dragon-esque). Stalking. Obsession. Smut. Dead dove. No happy ending. Doesn't follow the Peacemaker plot. Multiple POV. More to be added as I write it.
->Part 1 - An Eye For An Eye.
->Part 2 Lessons In Manipulation. (Coming Saturday 15th Nov - 10pm GMT)
->Part 3 Trust Your Gut. (Coming Saturday 22nd Nov 10pm GMT)
Inspiration for this fic comes from this TikTok video I saw comparing Adrian to Daniel Sharman in teenwolf, and after a few obsessive Pinterest searches, I settled on using him in his Troy Otto era for the sake of this plot.
Introduction post for Alex Park.
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warnings: power imbalance, dom/sub dynamic, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamic, ddlg, desperate!tom, pathetic!tom, camgirl!reader, webcam sex, mutual masturbation, explicit content for money, minors DNI
wc: 1.2k
an: kinktober day 8! some tomwamb for you guys. nsfw under the cut
tags: @strang3lov3 @pr3tty-daisy
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Tom is antsy.
This meeting has been dragging on for fucking ages, and he hasnât been able to stop checking his watch. His knee is bouncing under the table. Heâs hardly paying attention to whoever is droning on now about finance models. His mind is stuck on whatâs waiting for him in his office.
Or rather, whoâs waiting for him.
Youâve already been texting him. Heâs been checking his phone under the table and nearly choked on his water when he saw the pictures you sent him. Youâre wearing the lingerie he bought you, the delicate pink lace making you look like a dream in the low lighting of the photo. He can see that your pussy has already soaked through the gusset of the thong.
Tomâs praying no one asks him to stand up and speak anymore, because he couldnât hide his boner if he tried. Heâs counting down the seconds until this dumb meeting is over so he can see you. He wants to see your pretty tits bouncing as you ride a dildo just how he tells you to. Maybe youâll even put in a butt plug for him tonight. Or take two dildos at once.
Fuck, he needs to think about something else before he creams his pants like a teenager.
He grabs a pen and scribbles nonsense on the papers in front of him, hoping he looks busy as he palms his bulge under the table as subtly as he can with his other hand. Someone says something to him about a budget. He nods. Tells them heâll look at it. Does he know what the budgetâs for? Nope. Heâll figure it out later.
When the meeting is decided to be over heâs the first one out of his seat, haphazardly closing his shit in his briefcase and using it as a shield to hide his erection from view as he hurries as nonchalantly as he can to his office. He shuts and locks the door, draws the blinds, throws his briefcase down and all but rips open his laptop.
He fumbles his password a couple times in his haste, but a couple minutes later heâs rewarded with your beautiful, beaming face.
âHi, daddy.â
âHi, princess.â He leans back in his chair with a sigh, flashing you a smile as you giggle. âSorry I took so long, I couldnât get out of that meeting.â
âItâs okay.â Youâre so sweet, lying on your tummy with your legs kicking up behind you. Tom wishes he could actually touch you for once. âDid you like the pictures I sent you?â
âLike them? Babygirl, I loved them.â Tom rolls his chair back just a little so you can watch him pull his cock out of his slacks on camera. âLoved them so much, you got me hard during my meeting.â
You watch with rapt attention as he strokes up and down his cock, your hum a little bit tinny through his laptop speakers. âMâsorry, daddy. I wasnât trying to be bad, promise.â
âI know, angel, I know.â Tom is quick to reassure you, groaning as he thumbs at his slit. God, heâs leaking everywhere. âEnough about that, yeah? Why donât you show me your new outfit?â
You grin again and push up off your bed, adjusting your camera so he has a full body view of you in the lingerie. You even do a little twirl for him. How darling.
âWhat a pretty lady.â Tom coos, squeezing his cock as he watches you. The bralette is sheer pink lace, embroidered with little pink and white flowers, and the thong matches with a small bow on the front. It fits you perfectly (of course it does - Tom had you send him your measurements forever ago), and you look like a fucking doll with the garters and stockings.
âThank you, daddy.â You gush, moving back over to your camera. Youâre bent at the waist and Tom can see right down your cleavage. Christ. âI love them sooo much.â
âI know you do, sweetheart. Iâm glad.â Tom likes the way you bite your lip when he calls you pet names. âWhy donât you get out the toy daddy got you, huh? Ride it for me, baby.â
He watches you go into the top drawer of your nightstand and rifle around before pulling out your newest toy from him - a dildo molded after his cock. You come back over, making sure your camera is pointing at your bed before clamoring onto the mattress. Tom watches hungrily as you drag it through your soaked folds, the silicone of the toy soon glistening with your arousal.
âMmmm daddy.â You moan so sweetly, Tom doesnât even care if youâre just putting on a show for him. Heâll eat it up every time. You grind down on the toy for a minute, nudging the head against your clit.
âPut him in you, baby.â Tom pants, already feeling his balls tighten. âCome on, honey - daddy needs to see you.â
You give him a pouty look, but it only lasts a second as you move to prop up the dildo and straddle it. You pull those pretty panties to the side and start to sink down onto the toy, whining at the stretch.
âItâs big, daddy.â Youâre fucking yourself on about half of the toy, slowly working the rest inside of you. Tom has to suck in a deep breath and slow the way his hand is moving on his cock.
âI know heâs big, babygirl.â He coos, trying to imagine heâs really there, letting you sink onto him. âBut youâre doing so good. Such a good, good girl.â
At his praise you finally sink down onto the toy fully, moaning and rocking your hips in little bouncy circles to adjust to the size. When you throw your head back and start riding the dildo, Tom matches his strokes to the pace of your hips.
âFuck, you take it so good.â He groans, watching the way your tits bounce in that lingerie. âSuch a perfect girl for daddy, right princess?â
âYes, daddy, yes-â You can barely answer him, poor thing. He can hear how wet your pussy is over the fucking microphone. Jesus Christ, heâs not gonna last.
Tom can always tell when youâre getting close - your rhythm falters, you get all whiney, you start rubbing faster circles on your clit. It doesnât take long for you to bury the toy as deep as you can as you cum with a loud moan of âdaddy!â, and as soon as Tom imagines your cunt milking him heâs shooting ropes of cum all over his hand, slacks, and shirt.
Thereâs a shared moment of silence as you both catch your breath, then Tom clears his throat awkwardly.
âWell..thank you, baby. You were perfect as always.â He shifts in his seat, chest warming at the way you smile at him. âI gotta clean up my mess so I can get back to work. Iâll text you, okay?â
âOkay, daddy.â God, you little tease. You lean forward and blow him a kiss with the toy still inside of you. âTalk to you later.â
When the feed goes dead Tom shuts his laptop with a sigh. Then he pulls out his phone, his softening cock resting on his tummy, and venmos you $500. Then he venmos you $1000 more with a message attached.
âBuy yourself something pretty, get your nails done, whatever you want. Iâm flying you out this weekend. Letâs do it for real this time. â¤ď¸â
Last love |Adrian Chase (Vigilante) x Reader| Part 6
Pairing: Adrian Chase x Female! Reader
Summary: You wake up to an unexpected trip that tests your patience and trust in Adrian.
Tags: Time travel, mentions of WW2, you are a writer but you don't consider yourself one, the story happens in the second season, reader falls in love quite quickly, fluff, a little bit of angst, slowburn, strangers to lovers, road trips, miscommunication, sharing a bed, canon divergent.
Words: 3441
A/N: have u seen queer? the luca guadagnino⌠well, i took inspiration from that film and yeah, thatâs all iâm gonna say⌠enjoy!!!
>Part 1.
>Part 2.
>Part 3.
>Part 4.
>Part 5.
You woke up to the sound of a car engine. You were uncomfortably positioned in the back seat and tried to move so the sunlight wouldnât bother you. That was until you remembered that you had fallen asleep in your bed, which meant thatâŚ
You quickly sat up straight in the seat and saw Vincent in the passenger seat andâŚ
âAdrian?! What the hell is wrong with you?!â You were so angry that you didnât even realize you had sworn.
âGood morning!â he greeted enthusiastically, glancing at you through the rearview mirror.
You sat up in the seat, staring at him. âWhy are you driving? Where are we going, Adrian?â
âTo the beach, duh.â
His answer made you even more upset. âAdrian, I told you we werenât going!â you shouted.
While he said something you didnât pay attention to, you looked out the window â you were already on the highway. âThis isnât funny, Adrian! I told you we werenât going because I donât know how to drive outside the city andââ
âI know, thatâs why Iâm driving.â
You leaned back against the seat, frustrated. You wanted to cry because this hadnât been planned at all â also because you hadnât even noticed when he took you out of bed. You were still in your pajamas!
âBy the way, youâre a heavy sleeper. Anything could happen to you if I wasnât in your house.â
âYouâre right, for example, the simple fact that you forced me to go on a trip I didnât want to go on!â you shouted.
Adrian pouted, though you couldnât see it. âItâll just be a couple of hours⌠Besides, I brought Vincent. I couldnât leave him alone.â
You ignored him and crossed your arms, looking away, wanting to cry from sheer frustration. But you had to control yourself and not let your emotions take over â just this once.
You were both silent for a few minutes, until he spoke again. âI made sandwiches for the road.â
âGo to hell with your damn sandwiches!â You couldnât tolerate what heâd done. You had never really been rude to anyone before, much less used those words toward someone else.
Well, it wasnât like you had many friends anyway â you didnât really consider yourself antisocial, but no friend had ever stayed in your life for long. It wasnât that you were problematic; you just werenât that interested in hanging out with people, and back then you were more focused on work.
There was silence for a few moments until Adrian spoke again. âI think youâre mad at me.â
âStop the car.â
For the first time, Adrian obeyed you. As he slowed down, you climbed into the front seat, picked up Vincent to move him to the back (though it hurt you a little to wake him up), and as soon as Adrian stopped the car, you grabbed the map and started hitting him multiple times on the head and body.
âHey, hey, hey, stopâŚ!â
âYouâre such a pain in the ass, Adrian!â
The blows didnât really hurt Adrian, though he tried to shield himself from them as best he could until he finally grabbed your wrists, making you drop the map. You tried to break free from his grip, but he was stronger than you.
âLet me go,â you muttered through clenched teeth.
âAre you gonna stop hitting me?â
âNo.â
You both stared at each other â your lips pressed into a thin line, trying not to insult him again, and him studying every detail of you now that you were closer.
âIâve never met someone as stubborn as you. Seriously, when you want something, you get it no matter what,â you snapped at him.
âItâs not my fault your mother messed you up so much that you donât even want to leave the damn city.â
When he said that, you looked at him in shock â you thought he had read your journals. You let out a dry, mocking laugh. âDidnât know you were so interested in my life. Did you read my journals, you fucking creep?â
âDid I touch a nerve? I know because of your nosy-ass neighbors! I just wanted your car manual!â he exclaimed. âI know your mom wanted you to stay home, taking care of her old ass.â
âYou donât know anything about me, Adrian!â It wasnât the memory of your mother that hurt â it was the truth in his words.
âI know more than Iâd like to know! Your mom just wanted to keep you close, and that nosy neighbor said she never stopped complaining about you.â
You tried to stay composed and looked away. âWhether thatâs true or not, it doesnât matter to you. You said it yourself â youâre not good at understanding peopleâs emotions, you donât feel like we do. So do me a damn favor: let me go, and for the rest of the trip, donât talk to me.â
Adrian released your wrists, and you moved away, settling into the driverâs seat. You looked out the window, resting your chin on your hand, trying not to cry.
There were two details Adrian hadnât taken into account. The first was that driving for four hours in a modern car was very different from driving one from 1936. The second thing he had completely forgotten was that he didnât remember the way. He couldnât read the map, and it seemed like the beach he had once gone to with his parents hadnât even been discovered yet, because in the map heâd bought, there wasnât a single beach mentioned. Adrian knew that if you found out, youâd explode at him â and heâd know the trip had been for nothing.
Every now and then, he glanced at you from the corner of his eye but didnât say anything. He knew that if he did, youâd just insult him again â or hit him with the rolled-up map lying beside him. But Adrian was starting to get irritated by the silence. During the days you had spent together, you two never stopped talking about something or other.
âI collect Beanie Babies,â he started. âI keep them in a closet in my basement. Theyâre small collectible plushies â theyâre amazing. The cutest one of all is Stretch, itâs an ostrich. Oh! And most of them have birthdays! For example, Stretchâs is September 21, 1997.â
He glanced at you sideways and noticed you had a small smile you were trying to hide, though it was pretty obvious. That made Adrian think it was a good sign. âDo you collect anything? Do books count as a collection?â
You knew what Adrian was trying to do. You thought about ignoring him for the rest of the trip â though that would be pretty boring and tedious, having to stay mad and, on top of that, not being able to write anything.
âButtons.â
âYou collect buttons?â
You nodded. âOnly the ones I find pretty, or the ones I happen to find on the street.â
Adrian nodded, trying to understand how you could collect buttons. He hadnât known you were interested in that kind of thing.
âSo you donât collect books.â
You shook your head. âThe ones I have at home are the ones Iâve read. It doesnât make sense to keep books I donât read just as a collection. Itâs not very logical.â
âDoesnât that count as a collection?â
You shrugged. Whether it was or not, you didnât exactly take good care of them. You scribbled notes inside, corrected translation mistakes, and sometimes even tore them accidentally from reading them too many times.
âIn your time, were you a superhero or did you have a regular job?â At that point, it didnât matter if you were still mad at him or not â you were far enough away, and Vincent was sleeping peacefully in the back, so you didnât have to shout anymore.
âIâm a waiter at an Italian restaurant, Fennel Fields.â His expression twisted into a grimace.
âYou donât like working there?â
âI only work there to maintain my arsenal. Otherwise, I wouldâve quit that crap a long time ago.â
âAnd why donât you?â
Adrian shrugged. âItâs not something Iâm planning to do for now.â
You shifted in your seat, bringing your legs up and resting your back against the car door. âThe moment is now. When you go back⌠who knows.â
He didnât respond. Adrian already had a few theories as to why his friends hadnât come for him, though it wasnât something he liked to think about â not when you were almost always by his side. You could say he didnât think much about what could happen next.
A couple of hours went by with Adrian talking nonstop â you answered his questions, and he kept coming up with more and more topics. Though, you also took the chance to eat some of the sandwiches heâd made.
âAdrian, are you sure you remember where it is?â you asked, noticing his frown as he stared at the road.
âYeah! Yeah, I remember⌠weâll just have to make a few stops, not too manyâŚâ
âI think we should make one soon.â
âWhy?â
âI should remind you that you basically forced me to come. Iâm still in my pajamas.â
You took the map and unfolded it â even though you didnât usually use it, you knew how to read one thanks to your older sister. âWe still have a while before we reach a town. Weâll stay there tonight and continue early tomorrow.â
He nodded without saying anything, but this time you kept going. âThough I donât think you actually know where we are. Want me to drive?â
âNo.â
You rolled your eyes. âIâm not going back. Itâs too late for that anyway.â
âDude, I already told you no,â he said, giving you a quick look before returning his eyes to the road.
You tried to convince him a few more times, but he kept saying no. It was about two more hours of driving before you reached the next town, where you turned off the main road to find a hotel.
âAdrian⌠how are we going to pay for the hotel? Did you bring my purse?â
He didnât respond â though you figured he already had an answer ready. When you arrived at the hotel, he pulled a bag from one of the suitcases, and you recognized it instantly.
âAdrian⌠howââ
âItâs not your money. Itâs your motherâs, isnât it?â
That money you had never touched because you believed it would bring bad luck.
You didnât respond. It seemed like he hadnât brought your purse, and the only thing left was your dead motherâs money. Adrian didnât wait for your answer before getting out of the car and heading to the reception desk of the cheap hotel. You stared ahead, puzzled. You hadnât spent that money directly yourself⌠so that bad luck couldnât fall on you â it would fall on Adrian.
When Adrian returned, he handed you the keys, and while you carried Vincent in your arms, he carried the suitcases. You searched for the room number that matched the one on the key, and when you found it, the last thing you expected to see inside was a single bed â a double bed, not two like always.
âAdrianâŚâ
âOh⌠yeah, forgot to tell you weâll have to share the bed. Donât look at me like that, Iâm not sleeping on the couch.â
You set Vincent down on the floor, still staring at the double bed, then at Adrian, who looked completely unconcerned. You didnât say anything else. You went into the bathroom, and after checking that there was hot water, you decided to take a shower â a long one where you could clear your mind and stay away from all your worries.
âHey!â Adrianâs voice called out. âIâm going out for a bit â I wanna see some birds⌠and take Vincent for a walk.â
âTake care of him, Adrian!â you replied.
Then you heard the door open and close. And now, you were alone.
You showered peacefully. More than thinking about your motherâs money, or the house, or your sister, you found yourself thinking about Adrian. Although, now that you remembered your sister, you knew you should write her a letter or call her to let her know where you were.
That, or you could just disappear without saying anything. With Adrian.
You got out of the bathroom and opened one of the suitcases to look for clothes. When you saw some of the other garments, you wanted to believe that Adrian had taken them from the laundry and not from your closet â although, knowing him by now, you imagined he had done the easier thing and simply snooped through your wardrobe. After putting on your dress, you were still barefoot and noticed that this was the only thing Adrian had forgotten to pack â you didnât have any other shoes except the ones he had put on you while you were asleep. Strange.
You walked barefoot, exploring the room a little. There wasnât much of interest except for a notebook with the hotelâs logo and a Bible. You picked up the notebook and opened it, surprised to find some notes inside â or rather, small writings in different handwritings.
The metaphysical need is nothing but a need for death.
Collapse, inability to sleep, inability to stay awake, inability to endure life â or more precisely, the cycle of life.
The misery has clung to me again.
You can only treat a child the way you were treated: through force, noise, and anger.
What I needed was for you to encourage me a little, to treat me with affection, to open the path for me â and instead, you closed it.
You stopped at that last note, your gaze fixed on the page. Your chest ached after reading that strangerâs outpouring â one you, unfortunately, felt identified with. Poor stranger. After all, one is never really alone in their problems.
There was one last line, or rather a question â just eight words.
Is it better to speak or to die?
You didnât have time to overthink that question because the door to the room suddenly opened. Adrian came in, excited, holding Vincent in his arms and his phone in his hand.
âI saw a bird thatâs extinct in my time! Dude, you had to see it â I took so many videos and photos! Look!â
He set Vincent down and came over to show you the pictures and videos he had taken of the bird.
âThatâs amazing⌠Why is it extinct?â you asked, curious.
âThey used to capture them to breed and eat them. It went extinct in 1990âŚâ
âI guess it tasted good.â
âThatâs what they say. In France, I think they still do it, but with another bird.â
That made you feel bad, so you decided not to dwell on it. You looked at Vincent rubbing against Adrianâs legs â you knew what that meant.
You went over to Vincent and picked him up. âLetâs go buy some food for him. He must be really hungry.â
You had given him a piece of ham from one of the sandwiches earlier, but it hadnât been enough. You both went out with Vincent to buy his food. Since it was a small town, it wasnât hard to find a store that sold cat food. When you got back, you fed him and gave him water in two small bowls youâd bought from the same store.
You sat down on the couch, pulling your legs up, but soon Adrian grabbed them so he could sit beside you with your legs resting on his lap. You didnât say anything, trying to ignore the brief touch on your legs while you watched what he was doing on his phone.
âWhy didnât you pack me any shoes? I only have these, and theyâre uncomfortable.â
âThey were the only ones I saw.â
âI have plenty of shoes. Did you really have to pick these?â
âThey look good on you.â
âI know, but I donât like wearing them.â
You had to wait for Vincent to finish eating before taking him outside to do his business. Then you brought him back to the room so you and Adrian could go eat something â though it was already late, so it would be more like dinner.
As soon as you left the room, you let out a small gasp when Adrian lifted you off the ground. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck for fear of falling.
âAdrian! What are you doing?â you asked, bewildered.
âYou said theyâre uncomfortable, so Iâm making this less uncomfortable for you.â
You thought about scolding him but only nodded, accepting your not-so-cruel fate. He carried you to the car, opened the door, and helped you into the seat before going around to the driverâs side. You didnât really know how to describe that â it was something no previous boyfriend had ever done.
Dinner between you two was informal, in a family restaurant, but that didnât bother you much because you both enjoyed it â laughing, chatting about random things, even ordering beer to go with your food. The only problem was that neither of you handled alcohol very well.
When you left the restaurant, Adrian carried you in his arms â both of you drunk and laughing at nonsense. He did the same putting you into the car, still laughing. He hadnât even closed the door yet; in fact, he was leaning against the hood, arms resting there.
âDo you know Nirvana?â You shook your head. âDude, theyâre one of the best fucking bands! The best!â
âYou should respect your elders more, kid,â you replied without hesitation.
âYou remind me of a song⌠Come as You AreâŚâ He started humming it, waiting for you to play along. âLike, when I first saw you, thatâs the song that reminded me of you. Youâre the hottest thing Iâve ever seen in grandma clothes,â he said as if revealing a cure for cancer.
âDo you only think with the head down there, Adrian?â you crossed your arms, giving him a challenging look. âThatâs pathetic.â
Adrian leaned in close to your face without fear. âI donât think with that head because it doesnât have a brain, duh.â He hadnât understood the sarcasm, but you ignored it.
âIâm not stupid!â he shouted angrily, his tone almost childish. âYouâre the stupid one for crying over your dead mom.â
Instead of getting angry, you laughed. âWell, that was the first day. Now I just resent her for being a cruel woman.â You shifted closer to him in the seat. âBy the way, youâre still stupid.â
âSay that again and Iâll make you regret it,â he warned with a daring smile.
You got out of the car, ending up cornered against it â only this time, his left arm rested on the rear door, trapping you between it and him. âYouâre stupid, Adrian.â
He looked at you for a moment, then his gaze dropped to your lips, and without waiting for you to stop him, he grabbed your waist and kissed you deeply. You hadnât expected that, but you didnât mind â you kissed him back, glad to finally taste his lips, just as youâd been imagining since the day you met him. It was a deep, hungry kiss for both of you. When you pulled apart, you smiled.
âDo I have to keep calling you stupid for you to do that again?â
âNot reallyâŚâ
Before heading back to the hotel, when Adrian got into the car, he pulled you by the waist so youâd sit close to him. You didnât protest; that gesture made your heart beat fast. You rested your head on his shoulder, enjoying his warmth. Adrian also savored that moment with you â while driving, he couldnât help but glance at you, thinking how beautiful you looked that way.
When you finally got back to the hotel and he parked, he took the chance to kiss your lips again.
âYouâre fucking gorgeous⌠hot, beautiful, like⌠like a manta ray.â
You frowned slightly. âWhy a manta ray?â
âManta rays are cool⌠and pretty. Like you.â
You nodded. You hadnât expected that comparison, but you didnât hate it.
You didnât stop kissing for a long while â even when he carried you into the room in his arms and laid you on the bed just to keep kissing you. Enjoying his kisses and his touch, little by little, you both fell asleep still fully clothed, wrapped in each otherâs arms, sharing warmth. Adrian was the one holding you the tightest, savoring every bit of you.
okay but franz kafka and adrian would be an interesting couple
PLEASE U HAVE TO HEAR ME ITS NOT THAT INSANE AS IT LOOKS!!!
one is too miserable to live and the other one is a sociopath, what do they have in common? both are autistic⌠not official but hey, itâs my weird headcanon and this is my blog
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summary; The last thing you expected on that rainy day was that your cat would guide you in the middle of the rain to a fainted stranger, but without hesitation you helped him by taking him to your house.
tags; Time travel, mentions of WW2, you are a writer but you don't consider yourself one, the story happens in the second season, reader falls in love quite quickly, fluff, a little bit of angst, slowburn, strangers to lovers, road trips, miscommunication, sharing a bed, canon divergent, this story doesnât end well, not everything is going to be okay.