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Didn't expect to get so much love on the little snippet, so thank you for that and I hope you enjoy the full thing !!! also pls lmk if u want me to continue writing for Adrian, I don't really have any ideas past this so if you've got something, lmk !!!
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tags: porn with like no plot, she (reader) starts it but he's quick to take lead, oral f receiving (he's a munch to me), making-out, grinding/dry humping a lil, fucking him in his suit tehe, PinV protected !!!
You had slumped down on the couch next to him, the rest of the crew having had already gone home or fallen asleep in one of the rooms. "Whatcha watchin ?" It had been a long day. Stressful and messy and far too busy. You sat facing him, legs pulled next to you as you yawned and stared blankly at the television. "Uhh I'm not sure. Just some shitty 80's horror movie." You nod, looking to him as an owl fluttered on-screen. You knew he'd wanna talk about it, his face immediately lighting up and turning towards you, surprised you were already looking at him. "I know some really cool owl facts ! Ask me about a group of owls." Smiling softly, you talk in an accidentally low voice laced with sleepiness and want. "What's interesting about a group of owls Adrian." Anyone else would've thought you were upset by his eagerness and constant need to talk, but no matter how tired or beat you were, you always had time to listen to his random, and sometimes completely wrong, animal facts. "Did you know that a flock of owls is called a parliament ? Seriously ! Look it up !" He laughed in response to yours. It seemed so ridiculous, so it had about a 50/50 chance of actually being real. Your phone was in the kitchen somewhere, too far to drag yourself for a google search. "And uh, some owls will hiss, like cats. Isn't that freaky ?" He seemed so giddy, someone finally willing to listen to his random bits and pieces of knowledge. You accidentally tuned him out, staring into his eyes through those silver wire frames you loved, his hair falling a bit reminding you of the rough day you shared. With the rest of the 11th Street Kids, but they didn't matter right now.
Nibbling on the inside of your mouth, you move before your brain can tell you otherwise, feet landing crossed on his lap. He still has his suit on, minus the helmet and gloves, like he always did after a mission. It made you wonder if he ever wore anything besides the suit and his work uniform. Or, if he wore anything under the suit. He suddenly stopped talking as he looked down to your feet before looking back up to your face, jaw slightly slack. You kept eye contact, watching as his face shifted pink "What was it that you were saying about the owls ?" Tilting your head slightly, you enjoyed seeing the gears turn in his mind. "Well uh… there's a-" he clears his throat, "there's a type of owl that-" you dazed off once again, feeling his strong legs under you. They were covered by the protective gear he wore, but you could still feel him. It made you wetter than you'd like to admit. He got back into his rhythm as he continued, hand eventually trailing down to mess with the hem of your sweatpants. He watched you as he did it, looking for any apprehension in your tired face, but found none in your soft, unchanged smile. After a minute or so of him rubbing arbitrary shapes into your ankle, you gained the courage to scooch closer, feet now planted on the other side of his lap as your legs hovered an inch or so above him. You were so close. Close enough for him to be able tell that you were to looking back and forth between his eyes, glancing down to his lips as he spoke. It seemed to give him the courage he'd been needing all this time. All those shy glances and drunk almost-kisses, they'd finally led up to this.
He placed his hand on your thigh, causing the room to fall quiet. If anyone had walked in, they would've thought that you two were about to eat each other, the desperation in your eyes as you looked to one another before looking back to their lips. He took a deep breath, and whispered "Can I kiss you ?", you nodded and grabbed his face, a small 'yea' leaving your lips before he grabbed yours back, closing the gap between the two of you. You thought you'd have to take control, but apparently his shy demeanor was just a mask, hiding his strength he only showed to pieces of shit that deserved to get their face punched in. And did. He bit at your bottom lip, causing you to whimper in pain. He pulled away, still holding your face but now looking at you with a face seeped in concern and worry, thumb swiping over the small drop of blood on your lip. "Sorry. I guess I just got excited." He seemed embarrassed, until you shook your head, leaning back in to whisper "Never apologize." against his mouth before biting his lip back. He smirked into the kiss that he devoured you with, confidence coming back even stronger. God his strength. You clenched around nothing and whimpered, hips bucking into his thigh. Your hands trailed up into his hair as you moved to straddle him, pelvis pressed into the zipper of his pants and the hardening need held behind it. While one hand remained on your face, the other slid down to hold your hips against him, pulling you back and forth as you whimpered into each-others mouths. The feeling on him beneath you made your hands fall to his armored chest, holding onto the holsters that rested on either side as you gasped, breaking the kiss and leaning into his shoulder. "Fuck Adrian-" he whimpered at your words, hips bucking up and lips kissing along your neck and shoulder. You couldn't stop your hips from moving in tandem with his, wetness practically soaking through your sweatpants and staining his suit as those breathy whimpers fell from your lips. You were planted there for god-knows how long, breathing in each-other as you chased the same high, movie now fuzz in the background.
Until his hands forced you to still as a creak echoed through the quiet house, letting you catch your breath as he listened. You leaned back to look at him, clenching around nothing at the sight of his pink cheeks and wet lips. He held your hips with both hands, before relaxing them and letting them fall to your thighs. He giggled a little as he spoke "Wow.", causing you to do the same in response, smiling softly as you stared into his eyes. You spoke quietly, fidgeting with the straps on his costume "You wanna go upstairs ?" He nods before you even finish, hands snaking under your legs to hold you to him as he picked you up, yelp leaving your lips as your arms flung around his neck. You giggled into the collar of his suit as he walked like he just caught someone jay-walking, feet hitting the steps in quick succession. He quickly opened the door to his room and closed it behind him again, able to use just one arm to hold you up. "Jesus-" you whimpered into the crook of his neck, legs clenching a bit tighter around him. He brings you to the bed, leaning over you as you rest against the comforter, "What ?" he seemed concerned, like he'd done something wrong, but you made sure he knew otherwise. "You're just- fucking strong. It's hot." Blushing at your words, he inched his hands up the bottom of your shirt, stopping for a moment to ask for permission, which you were happy to give if it meant his hands desperately grabbing at your bare body. You'd thought he'd wanna take your shirt off completely, but he seemed content with just pulling it over your breasts as he pawed at them. He began kissing you again, groaning into your lips as he pushes his knee against your heat. You pushed into his leg as hard as you could, whimpering into the messy kiss as you rolled your hips. "Fuck-" he whispered against your lips before craning his head down to look at your needy movements.
Seeing you so desperate for him made him dizzy, trailing haphazardly placed kisses down your abdomen before stopping at your waistband. Before he could even ask, you told him "Please." and nodded as you spoke. You barely had time to miss the pressure his knee gave, being replaced by his fingers pulling at your folds, mumbling "Shit, you're so wet-" as he unabashedly stared between your legs. Though it didn't last long before his mouth was on you, prompted by your hips nudging closer and closer to him, sucking hot, wet kisses into your clit as his fingers teased at your slit. With his free hand, he pulled your leg over his shoulder and you followed suit slinging the other over him, cold metal quickly warming against the backs of your legs. With you now more open for him, it was hard to keep your noises at a quiet-enough level, making you unfist the sheets underneath to hold your mouth shut. Your other hand found it's way into his hair, pulling at it when he slid one hand from your thigh to your front to play with your breast.
His experience was a welcome surprise, even if it made you feel like a feral animal. Not that you thought he was a virgin, he's far too pretty for that, just that he'd be this good. You couldn't think on it long, pulled from your daze by the pressure building in your stomach. His unrelenting licks and strokes made you feel dizzy and forced your eyes closed. "Fuck- Adrian. I'm, uh- close, please." you knew you didn't have to beg through your fingers, but you couldn't help being so desperate for him. He groaned into your pussy, hips rutting into his bed as he got you closer and closer to that blissful peak. As you felt your orgasm washing over, you turned to shove your face into the comforter in an attempt to muffle your moans. Right as you came, he shoved his tongue into you, fingers taking his mouths place on your clit, and didn't stop until you were pulling his head away from your cunt in overstimulation.
When he finally came up, you could see his chin and mouth glistening with your wetness, making you bite your lip and smile up at him as he moved closer up the bed. Leaning over you, he takes your lips in a chaste kiss before reaching past you and pulling his nightstand drawer open to retrieve a condom. He sits back up, placing it between his lips to tear it but then pauses, "You wanna-?" but you're quick to cut him off with a nod and "mhm" as to begin to unbutton his pants. He groans feeling your hands on his clothed cock, so desperate to get it out and inside you. You already have his pants open when he goes to pull down his boxers, dick springing out past the elastic as he tears open the condom and rolls it onto himself. "You know, condoms used to be made of animal intestines. Isn't that insane ?" his voice is breathy as he lines himself up, and you giggle before responding "That is insane."
One of his hands holds the side of your face as he other grips himself at the base, then moving to your hip as he slowly pushes in. Your face melts as he fills you, pleasure from the previous orgasm still vibrating over your skin. He never looks away from your face for longer than a second, moaning when your eyes roll back and you clench around him as he bottoms out. "Oh fuck." You whimper as he starts his slow but steady rhythm, tip kissing your cervix with a force that made you clench even tighter around him. He moans out your name, pressing crescent moon shapes into your hip as he pulls away and back in. "Fuck, you feel so good. I-uh, I don't know how long I can last." You can't help but moan at his admission, head fuzzy but there enough to nod and mumble "yea-ah, that's fine." but he still seemed determined to make you come again before he did.
His thumb slid from it's place on your hip to rub small circles into your clit. He leaned against you, breasts pressed onto his chest plate as he moaned praises into your neck, only pulling back to look at your fucked-out face and kiss you in an attempt to muffle both of your noises, somewhat successfully. He knew you were getting close by the way you began to clench around him, back arching off the bed and pushing further into him, with him following close behind. He thrusted into you a few more times as you both came, progressively growing slower and slower as he filled the condom. He pulled out not long after, "Don't want any of it to spill into you." which made you giggle at the courtesy, thanking him as he tied it off and threw it in the garbage. He pulled himself back into his boxers, pushing his jeans the rest of the way down his legs before kicking them off, shortly followed by the unclipping of his chest plate and exposed skin as he pulled the long black shirt he worn underneath off. Throwing his clothes on the ground, he grabbed your underwear and began sliding them up your legs, before reaching your thighs where you pulled them the rest of the way up and pulling your shirt back down over your abdomen. You thanked him again, knowing a man like him was hard to find. He was insane, obviously, but showed more basic compassion than most men you'd slept with. Your cheeks felt warm as he slipped under the covers next to you, waiting for you to do the same before you pushed the comforter down and pulled your legs up, now able to tuck them into his bed. You hadn't realized before, but the lamp on his nightstand must've been on when you came in, covering you both in a soft warm glow. He turned away from you to turn it off, returning to grab your face and leave a kiss on your forehead. "Goodnight." you could feel his smile against your skin as you said it. "Goodnight." responding with a similar smile, eyes falling shut as you get lulled to sleep by the sounds of his breathing and the wind outside his window.
silly extra bit
Harcourt and Economos met in the kitchen the next morning, hung-over and still a little nauseous. Both in their clothes from the night before, she tentatively sipped at a cup of coffee as he went to make himself one as well. The comfortable silence between them didn't last long until he spoke up, "Did you fucking hear them last nigh-?" she glares at him over her mug, cutting him off "I'd rather not reminisce." He shrugs and nods, finding a seat in the living room to stop the spinning in his head.
Hopefully this lives up to your expectations !!! thank u sm for reading and again lmk if you've got anything other ideas for me 👀
Been re-watching Peacemaker and I can’t stop thinking about Chris being a big, whiny, ! Service Top with his big tits and biceps. Curling his muscular arms around your waist while he yanks you back into him. Oh, and he gets a little mean when he’s feeling possessive.
Always pawing at you, all soft touches and kisses all over your body.
And he’s just so big.
Everytime he bends down to kiss you, towering over you, broad shoulders shielding you, you can’t help the way it makes your thighs squeeze together.
Rubbing his big hands up and down your back, “ Ohh, I see. You asked for a hug on purpose huh? “
He’s so talkative too; “Mm baby, your body’s so soft, I just wanna bite you, everywhere. Leave marks all over you, mm please let me? “
“ Can I touch you here princess? Does this feel good? Yeah? Mhm? Ohh fuckkk.. “
“ Ah~ your tight lil cunt is sucking my fingers in. Shit.. I’m not even inside yet and I’m already close.. “
When he finally, finally, slides inside you, his moans sound over your own.
You’d think the roles are reversed!
You only had to tell him once that his moans make you wetter- and he hasn’t shut up since.
He’s fucking you doggy style, but moaning like you’re the one fucking him. “ Every stoke inside you- omf~ feels like I’m being fucked instead. “
“ C’mere sweet thing, I- ugh~ I wanna hear you- I wanna- mmfh~ hear how good I’m makin’ you feel, ugh fuck yes. “
Sometimes reminding you, “ Don’t think cos I’m vocal I still won’t wring that pretty little neck of yours. Leave marks everywhere, every time I touch you. “
He wraps his bicep around your neck, flexing it and pulling you back against his hips at a brutalizing pace.
“ I’m gonna ruin you for any other sad sack of shit that calls himself a man. Every time you fuck someone else you’ll daydream of me. “
“ You like that ? You like how I tear you apart from the inside, engraving the shape of my dick in your pussy- agh fuck~ I didn’t think I could get any harder. “
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No because there’s like no appreciation for Murn but oughhh.. He’s so well written. I’m also such SUCH a sucker for nonhuman characters while in the human body talking about their species, or like the scene when he chases Ads and is saying “I’m not going to hurt you” after she finds out he’s a butterfly????
