Nova's Thoughts

My Prompt Idea: he accidentally hurts you by saying you’re emotional and freaks out a bit.

Word Count: 1091

A/N: sad/angst, fluffy ending I promise.

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Adrian hadn’t meant to upset you, but the moment he saw your face fall, he knew he messed up. Everyone had been hanging out at Harcourts place, and as the night went on, everyone slowly grouped off, with you and Adrian finding an quiet corner to chill in. He doesn’t know how it happened, but he made a comment about you being “emotional” and then you went quiet.

You pulled away emotionally; the only thing playing through your head on repeat was being told how you were “too much” or “too emotional”, something you found yourself hearing regularly growing up. You couldn’t help it, you felt things differently, more deeply than others; you couldn’t stop the tears that would fall when the people you cared about yelled at you when you disappointed them, but nothing seemed to work. You still hadn’t figured out how other people managed their emotions, but you found shutting out your emotions and not feeling anything was the only thing that worked. As you grew up, it became easier to be quite; you couldn’t disappoint anyone if they didn’t notice you.

Once you joined the 11th Street Kids, it was the first time in a long time you started to feel comfortable opening up emotionally, and allowing yourself to care for them, cause they never made you feel bad about expressing your emotions or made you feel like something was wrong with you. Still, you never talked to them about that part of your childhood.

You could hear Adrian calling your name. “Are you okay? Did I say something to upset you?”

Your emotions were starting to weigh on your chest, slowing crushing it with every second that went by. Oh no, no, no. no… don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. He can’t see me like this. The tears were already falling down your face before you could stop them, your breathing becoming heavier.

“I didn’t…wait…don’t cry…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Adrian said, but you were already getting up and heading straight for the bathroom. Adrian was right behind you, but you were able to shut the door before he reached it.

“Please open the door.” You heard Adrian plead, but you were already sitting on the floor curled up, trying to get your breathing and tears under control, to no avail. It went quiet on the other side and you though he might’ve left. You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore and sobbed loudly. You couldn’t face anyone like this, especially Adrian, what if he thought you were weak or emotional? What if he wanted nothing to do with you anymore? Then you thought about how you must’ve hurt him, running away and shutting the door on him. He didn’t deserve to be worried, he was always so sweet and gentle with you. Your chest starts to feel heavy again, hurting in a way that can only be self-inflicted. More tears escape your eyes as you try to get your sobbing under control, but it only gets worse the more you focus on the fact that you probably hurt him.

“Let me in…let me help’” He whispered quietly, it was barely audible through the door.

“You’re just going to think I’m too emotional and you’ll get scared away” You barely get out between sobs.

“No I won’t… I’m just worried about you after the way you ran off and shut the door on me. Please let me in so we can talk.”

You contemplate what to do, and decided to creak open the door. When you do, you’re met with the worried expression on Adrian’s face. You feel even worse, he didn’t deserve to feel worried about you, and you felt even more guilty for being the reason he felt that way. You go to turn away as he steps in, but he pulls you into a bear hug. You both stay like that for a few minutes, your breathing becoming more even. You slowly relax into it, feeling safe in his arms, and start crying again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you, I just…” You thought about how to explain what you were feeling and why you reacted that way but couldn't figure out how to put it into words in a way that you though he would understand.

“Hey, I’ve got you. Do you want to tell me why you’re crying? Was it something I said? I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry.” he says and presses a kiss to your forehead while cradling your head in his hands.

“No, it wasn’t you… I know you didn’t mean anything by it.”

“What do you mean? Come on, talk to me sweetheart.” He whispers against your head.

“It’s just that I’m too much, too emotional, too weak. I know I am… everyone has always said that. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You say, leaning in closer to his chest, snaking you’re arms around him and holding him closer.

He holds you tighter in response. “You didn’t hurt me, just scared me. I don’t know what people have told you, but you’re not weak or too emotional. I didn’t mean it like that. I like that you feel things deeply, it’s what makes you such a caring person, and I’m grateful to be one of those people you care about. Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you’re too much, cause you’re not.” He pushes away slightly to look at you. He gives you a quiet smile and grazes his thumb against your cheek to wipe away some tears.

“I’m not ever going to leave, so whenever you need to cry, you can come and cry to me, okay? I prefer that over you crying by yourself. I don’t think my heart can take that.” He says gently, still cupping your head as you nod.

“Can we stay like this for a bit? Maybe on the couch cause the bathroom floors are uncomfortable.” You ask quietly, still sniffling, but feeling yourself calm down a bit. He just nods and you both head to the living room, and cuddle for a bit. Your chest starts to feel lighter, and breathing becomes easier. You rest you head in the crook of his neck, with him nuzzling into you head and you both doze off like that, happy and safe.

Word count: 2k

A/N: sex pollen, oral, fingering, Adrian being a consensual king, stuck in a closet. I’m also choosing to ignore DC comics cannon and took away Adrian’s ability to pick locks for this fic.

DNI (Do not interact) for accounts without an age or under 18. I will block your account.

I wasn’t planning on it, but should I post a part 2 for ‘Supply Closet’? Aka more smut with plot continuing with the sex pollen idea? Keeping in mind this is my first fic ever and my writing is a work in progress.

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You and Adrian had been sent to do some recon for an upcoming mission. You waited till everyone left the lab before quietly slipping into the dark building.

“Ow.” Adrian exclaimed.

“Sorry, I can’t see anything with the lights off.” you said as you tried to feel for your surroundings again, but bumped straight into Adrian, again. “How are you always in the way?”

“How do you always manage to find me? I get that you like me, but at least wait till we finish our mission before you try anything.” He replied, and you knew he was smirking the same way he knew you rolled your eyes at his comment. You were always joking like this with each other, but that's it. Nothing more.

He tapped his borrowed keycard to give us access to the lab we were here for. The room was dimly lit, and all we saw were lab benches covered in notes. Upon closer inspection you found them to be about Maca root, Saffron, and…

“They have Horny Goat Weed.” Adrian said grinning and showing off the green plant matter he found. Honestly, it looked like any other plant with green leaves and small white flowers. Aphrodisiacs?

“How do you even know what Horny Goat Weed looks like?” I said while giving him a quizzical look.

“Well, that’s what the packet I grabbed it from said.” He said like it was obvious, and held up the plastic bag that said “Horny Goat Weed” in black writing, followed by “DO NOT OPEN” in bold red writing.

“Adrian! No! Why did you touch it? You don’t touch things that say not to open them.” You quickly walk over to grab the plant from his hands, but he steps back and walks straight into the flimsy shelf filled with colourful substances, knocking a few bottles to the ground in the process. The powder from one of them drifts through the air with a gold shimmer and then disappears.

“What was that?” you say between coughs, waving a hand to get rid of any remaining shimmer.

“How would I know? I just knocked the bottle over.” He says, but it comes out breathy.

“Let’s just take a few photos and get out of here without breaking anything else.” You say and see him nod back. You both work in silence for the next few minutes and feel your body start to warm up. It’s probably the heating, but having worked in a lab, you know why that wouldn't be true. You stumble upon some notes detailing how to synthesize the aphrodisiac chemicals from the plant you found earlier. Why are they trying to isolate the ‘aphrodisiac’ chemical? You try to forget about it as you take the photo. Your attention is pulled to the metal clattering behind you. You quickly turn around and see Adrian leaning on the counter with his head between his hands.

“Adrian, are you okay?” You lean in to check on him, and all you can think about is how good he smells. His mask is off when he flicks his eyes up to look at you through his frames, and you notice how dilated his pupils become once they meet yours. You feel yourself become dizzy with how intensely he stares at you.

“Yeah, just needed a second to breathe.” He says, glancing at your lips and back at you.

You hear some footsteps heading your way, and you both make a run for the supply closet and shut the door, leaning your back against it. You turn your face to look up at him and notice just how small the space is, with both of your faces inches from each other. You can feel the warmth radiating off him through his suit, and you subconsciously lean in despite feeling just as warm. Both of you are breathing heavily now. You notice him pull his bottom lip through his teeth and look up to see him already staring back. He steps between your legs, pinning you against the door, with his hands falling at your waist as his head leans down. His lips graze yours, testing, waiting for you to make a move. You don’t know why, but you move to fill the small aching gap he’s left between the two of you.

You press your lips to his and feel him lean into the kiss, humming in approval as his hands run up your side, pulling you even closer, if that’s even possible. You both break away, resting your foreheads against each other, breathing like you just finished a marathon.

“That was new,” you whispered, still worried about the footsteps you heard earlier.

“Is that a bad thing?” He whispered questioningly, scanning your eyes for any sign of regret.

“No, I just wasn’t expecting that when I closed us in here.”

Adrian grins at you, and you can't help but mirror him. You both stay like that, enjoying each other's company while listening out for those footsteps you heard earlier. When you both agree it’s clear to check, you try to open the door and find it locked. Oh shit. “Uh, so I think I might’ve locked us in here.”

“What?! Let me try. It’s probably just stuck.” He jiggles the door handle a few times before accepting defeat. “So you might’ve locked us in here. Well, since we’re stuck in here…” He starts grinning at you as he moves to pin you back against the door.

“Adrian, what’s gotten into you?” You ask while trying to hide how much this turns you on.

“Am I not allowed to appreciate how pretty you are? Do you not like it? I can stop.” He moves a step back to give you some space.

“No, that’s not it. But it’s not like you to be so touchy and flirty.” You say a bit flustered.

“So you’re okay with me touching you like this?” He steps closer, moving to rest his hands back on your waist, while his right hand plays with the waistband of your pants.

“Adrian…” you say warningly, but it comes out more as a whimper. You can feel yourself getting worked up, feeling sparks whenever his fingers graze your skin.

“Come on, we’re always flirting, and I can tell you love this. All you have to do is tell me to stop.” He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, and waits for a response.

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” You say, looking up at him through your lashes. That’s all it takes for his self-restraint to go out the window. His hands run along your ass and thighs, before he tightly grips them and whispers, “Jump.” You happily oblige and feel his bulge press up perfectly against your core. You both moan at the much-needed contact before tangling your hands in his hair and pulling his mouth back to yours.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip as he grinds against you, making you both moan simultaneously. He takes the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth as he continues to rub against you, making you moan around his tongue. You're engulfed in him; it’s both intoxicating and dizzying. He pulls away and starts kissing down your jaw, then your neck, stopping when he finds the sweet spot that has you whimpering and grinding against him even harder.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that sweetheart.” He says while still mouthing at your skin. He puts you down and looks at you for any sign that you want to stop while he plays with your waistband before dipping his hand in and running his fingers through your folds. “You’re so wet for me.” He mumbles to himself before pulling his hand out and staring at his slick-covered fingers, before sucking them clean. “You taste so good sweetheart. Can I have more? I promise I’ll make it feel good.” He leans in and nudges his nose against yours.

“Fuck, please, Adrian.” Is all you're able to get out before he’s kneeling before you, looking up with his big eyes. He goes to remove his glasses, but you stop him, asking him to keep them on.

“Can I?” He asks, toying with the waistband of your pants, wanting nothing more than to remove all the layers separating him from what he’s craving most right now. You nod, and he makes quick work of both your pants and black lace panties, but you don’t miss how he tucks the black fabric into his suit. He pulls your left leg over his shoulder and wastes no time, licking a stripe up to your clit and giving it a quick suck before pulling away to pepper kisses on your thighs.

“I could stay down here all day and still want more. The things you do to me.” He mumbles the last part to himself as he dives back in, sucking and licking to get you moaning again. He moves down, and you gasp as you feel him push his tongue inside of you, tugging gently on his hair. This makes him moan against your core as he brings his left hand to make small circles on your clit. You feel the tension in your abdomen start to build up as he keeps up his minstrations, nnot letting up for a second.

“Adrian…I’m so close, please…” You beg for him to bring you over the edge he’s currently got you on.

“Alright, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He says into your pussy, moving his mouth back onto your clit as you feel his finger slide right inside you. You’ve been so busy focusing on his mouth that you only just noticed him palming himself through his suit. Fuck, that’s hotter than it should be. His eyes meet yours as he puts a second finger in you, clearly enjoying the way you moan based on the way he moves his own hand faster against himself. You can feel the tension building up; it’s becoming too much, and he notices, quickening his pace, and that’s all it took to send you over the edge as he slowed his pace, still moving in and out of you to help you ride out your high. He starts to lick up all the cum he can. When it starts to become too much, you gently tug him away with his hair.

“Too much.” You gasp, starting to feel overstimulated. He rests his head on your thigh as he lets out a few grunts before letting out a loud moan, mumbling your name as he comes down from his own high. He gets up and kisses you with less hesitation, and both of you seem to forget about the world around you till you hear voices.

“Shit, where did I throw your pants?!” He says frantically, grabbing them and kneeling back down to help you get dressed. He quickly stands up to smooth your hair. Then goes to put his mask back on, tucking his glasses back into the same pocket he put your panties in, but not before he leans in and whispers, ”I’m keeping those for later.” sending a wink your way.

Before you get a chance to respond, the door is being yanked open and you're facing the other 11th Street Kids.

“What are you guys doing in the supply closet? We’ve been waiting for 20 minutes. We thought something happened to you guys.” Leota said.

“We -” But Adrian is cut off before he can offer any sort of feasible explanation, which, knowing him, would have made things more obvious.