#well..darker

author’s note: this is very dark. depraved. shameful etc. this is not a class on personality disorders, bdsm dynamics, or even Adrian Chase. Just a work of fiction dramatizing certain aspects of a character to bring to life a silly and depraved fantasy I had after spending a week balls deep in his tags across various platforms and thought, “hm,.. I need to add something mildly threatening here..” So here we are! I wanted to put my best foot forward at explaining my personal hcs based on what they were going for in the show and some canon-compliant comic confirmations. I know some people view Freddie's Adrian portrayal as purely autistic, but I PERSONALLY don’t believe so. I’m more leaning towards ASPD-ADHD. Maybe ausASPD. Anywho. Something like ASPD (as like 90% of disorders, especially personality disorders), where there’s a chemical imbalance in certain parts of the brain + someone’s own personal life story that may lead them to behave the way they behave and I don’t want to take away from that. Don’t take this as a bible for ASPD, please do your own research and remain respectful and empathetic with people who do have it if you’re going to write about it as part of his or any character. That being said, if there is any critical criticism from said community, I’m always open and eager to learn. I also have a hc that he can't/doesn't like eating pussy because he finds it boring and even if there are fun reactions, he hates the fact that he can't see your face the entire time, so he makes up for that by being like, *reallyyyy* fucking good at fingering. Okay, Thanks.

+ this was supposed to be a OC!!!!!! I just hate hate hate hate coming up with names so wrote reader/you while writing and it stuck. if that’s too much of a problem, I implore you not to read! I tried to be vague about descriptions so any fem!reader can relate but I mentioned the reader has hair, is smaller than Adrian and is younger than Adrian (I personally envisioned 28) also if ur in this fandom plz moot me ^^

happy kinktober!

TO “understand” Adrian Allen Chase (on the barest of minimums), you need to understand ASPD or Antisocial Personality Disorder, characterized by a persistent pattern of disregard for and violation of others' rights, beginning in childhood or early adolescence. Individuals with ASPD often manipulate others for personal gain, lack empathy, and seldom feel remorse for their actions…”

I trust you also understand that in life, people being grotesquely shitty often does stem from a grotesquely shitty childhood. That's not an excuse for the person they become, but it is an explanation. For a child to be so early on pushed into fight or flight that the brain literally rewires to protect them. Added on with external societal pressures, unrestrained poor behavior, and desensitization to outcomes of a crime or breaking the law, and here you have a now “psychopathic” adult.

Often charming, most times so socially inept it’s impossible to be so after longer than introductions. Combine that with a very flimsy, distorted moral compass, and Adrian lands somewhere right in the middle. His boyish smile is bright and stuck on his face as he rants off various incorrect animal facts after slaughtering a family without a second thought.

Now you must also understand that having ASPD doesn’t automatically make one a predator, stalker, or serial killer.

However, Adrian is all three. Sue him, okay? (Please don’t, he works as a busboy and lives with his mother..)

Due to his general apathy to human life, especially the ones that he didn’t consider himself “close to’ in his own personal anti-social terms, Adrian doesn’t develop crushes often.

Fleeting infatuations? Sure. Purely lustful objectifications? Absofuckinlutely, he hates the feel of human skin, but he’s no prude.

But a crush was always a heightened obsession. Something too perfect and pure to be protected at all costs.

It wasn't Madonna's whore complex because, trust, he fantasized indecently and constantly about them. It wasn’t a truly selfless act of like or even love because he genuinely believed they were born to be possessed by him. Building up a pedestal to praise and almost worship his obsession, but will, in a moment, be enraged in hot flashes of anger when they act in any way of defiance to the image of them he creates in his mind.

Maybe this one could be it. The thing everyone else experiences. true love. He hasn’t looked at someone and felt this strongly since he was in his 20s. It went terribly to say the best. Adrian’s learned and grown a lot since then into a stable 30-year-old man who’s even a crime fighter. (He had no choice; 90% of the “growth” was court-mandated.)

Currently, Adrian was *trying* to talk to Peacemaker, or, since he wasn’t in his costume, Chris, about his villagers from Animal Crossing on his 15-minute break, which he was currently 30 minutes into.

Chris instinctively looked up behind him once the doorbell rang at the front, mid putting a fry in his mouth, when he says out loud, “goddamn, they look good as fuck.”

Adrian ticked; he hated it when Chris overtly wasn’t paying attention to him. “Who the fuck are you looking at, dude? I’m trying to show you my new villager I made based on y...”

He mumbled the rest, frozen in his tracks. Jaw slightly ajar as he stared.

“Left one has a great rack,” he heard Chris say, but all he could offer was a bullshit nod. He didn’t even realize a person was standing on the left. Not with you standing there.

You were new. No offense, but shiny. Literally. You, in all your glory, covered in what seemed to be gold…glitter? He closed his gaping mouth and narrowed his eyes behind his glasses, focusing on the features of your face. Trying his best to take each one in despite the distance.

“Gross, you’re drooling.” Peacemaker’s voice pulls him out of his trance, and he chuckles in response, a wide smile at his best friend.

“dude– you’re actually fucking drooling,” Chris says, pointing at the small stream of clear bodily fluid coming out of the corner of the younger man’s mouth with a grimaced face.

Oh. Adrian thought. He quickly wiped the spit with the back of his hand and put away his switch, pulling out his phone. “No, trust it was just the smell of the uh– he motions at the new lineup of plates coming out from the kitchen with his other hand “subpar, greasy food”

In his notes, Adrian opens up a new entry titling it “Fate” and underneath types up the date and estimated time of when he first looked at you after hearing your laugh

Chris overlooks his shoulder and stares at his screen, “Yeah, you need to be admitted.”

“But I’d miss you, bestie, and who’d take care of my patrols?”, Adrian quickly retorted, pouting while doing so if the thought of being too far seemed like genuine punishment

A male waiter approached you and your friend’s table and Adrian genuinely felt his heart drop to his ass.

No, no, no.

He veered off to the side to better see the face of the fucking loser beta male who approached you, and when he realized it was fucking Taylor who-gives-a-shit-what-his-last name-is, he wanted to strap a bomb to his own chest and change the trajectory of his life forever.

People like Taylor didn’t have to practice emotions in the mirror for hours. They knew when someone was about to cry without having to be told, and they didn’t cringe while offering comfort. Their smiles were natural, never truly taken from them, so they just gave them out to each other easily. So trusting, so real, so human. It’s unfair.

And of course, Taylor, instead of just getting the fucking orders, wanted to use his stupid fucking charm to tell a joke. Adrian can tell by the way you toss your head back in a synchronized laugh with your friend. But yours is prettier, he can also tell. The phonetics bounce off the walls differently, the kind of music only a genius could produce.

Your parents deserve the Nobel, he thinks. That’s the one for music, right?

“So goddamn injust..” he bitterly mutters, using every ounce of strength to look away, starting to make his way to the back through the double doors

Chris could notice his friend’s discomfort. The amount of possessiveness radiating off him is like a heated furnace despite literally not having spoken a word to you yet. “Stop pouting and get me fucking my bag creep.”

Adrian laughed again, finding anything the older man said amusing even if it was at his own expense. He opens up his personal work locker and shuffles around a bit before pulling out a small bag and handing it to him but as Chris reaches for it he brings it back to his chest, “So, what’s this for? Are you leaving again?” he asks with a concerned raised brow

Adrian tried to listen to his answer, he really did. He usually does, but his mind kept taking him back to the literal glowing girl who just walked into shitty fucking Flannel Fields.

Who were you? He’s sure he would've recognized you if you’d been there before. Why were you covered in gold? Are you new to town? Single? Married? That wouldn't matter, small battles, big wars blah blah.

He comes back into focus after Chris snapped in his face. “You’re actually a fucking moron, dude. Harcourt is waiting for me outside and will blow my shit clean off if I don't come out in 2 minutes, give me the bag.” and he grabs it, already starting to make his way back out with a huff.

“Wait let me walk you out buddy” Adrian jogs to catch up behind him, right on his heel.

“I know my way around Flannel field, you just wanna look at the pretty face who walked in,” he snips back, smirking. He didn’t blame him. You are hot to be fair, but he knew better than to push Adrian on some things, and he could tell this would be one of them. His obsessions, or “crushes,” were apparently in a different ballpark from what Gut told him once. The look in his eyes was always different.

Adrian doesn't disagree, just quietly humming as he trails behind him, using his abnormally large figure to stare at you while Chris rambles on about how Wonder Woman definitely wants to fuck him. His BFF is so cool!!

But there you were. You in all your glory, seemed to be wearing a football shirt; had you just gotten back from a game? He overheard the regulars here earlier about how it’s “that season”, whatever that means. He couldn't see your bottoms, but he saw your cowboy boots. Fuck that’s sexy. He took a mental note of the colorway and number to research the team later and continued observing you.

You were listening intently to something your friend was saying, nodding in agreement as you took another bite of your steaming bowl of chili. Grimacing from how hot it was. He would’ve blown on it for you. No, actually, he’d chew it and feed it to you, bird style so you wouldn’t have to chew. Wait no, actually, if you don’t use your teeth after a while, they rot. He would’ve blown it for you. He nods at his intelligence and consideration, continuing to watch your every move.

Each little movement causes a gold speck to fall off your hair, your arms, and your perfectly carved face. Suddenly, your eyes snapped up and forward, looking past the other chick and staring straight at him.

Wait, what the fuck?

He crashes headfirst into Chris’s large hand, blocking him from fully exiting the diner. Adrian moved his hand. “Why are we pushing?”

“You still got 2 hours left of that shift pal, get the hell back inside.”

Adrian smiles widely. How nice of his best friend to remember his work schedule.

He hears faint "that’ll be all”’s and thank you’s” in a sweet voice that could only be matched to the laugh of his life. He dips his head back in to look at you, and Chris grabs a hold of his shoulder,

“And dude, either leave that chick alone or try to be as normal as you can about her,” he says, laughing but fully serious.

“Totally bro, I’m like so normal about ..that stuff now," he says flashing his signature smile

It wouldn’t matter if he was lying or not; his eyes betrayed him. Shaking with excitement as if it were Christmas morning and his dream toy was under the tree. Chris just sighed and patted him on the back, leaving him at the door and making his way to Harcourt, waiting in the car. As Adrian is turning on his heel to go back inside, you and your friend are holding hands as you make your way through the slightly cramped diner. You were making your way towards him.

Holy shit, you were walking towards him. Oh fuck what should he say? Should he introduce himself? You were strutting to him like a perfect goddess; you must've naturally gravitated towards him. Maybe there was such a thing as soulmates, a red string that inevitably bonded people together.

Who knew working at a shitty ass flannel field would make for destiny?

Adrian tried projecting his voice confidently like he’d seen Peacemaker do a hundred times before in front of any babe he wanted. “Hey”

You looked so cute. A small o gasp and wide eyes followed by a giggle at something your friend whispered. “Oh, hi!” you replied.

Your friend also waiting next to you, is completely irrelevant. Might as well be a drawn stick figure you make in elementary when you still have no idea how to draw a person. How could he notice anyone who wasn't you?

Your voice felt like comfort and warmth. Or, at least what Adrian imagines that would feel like.

And now that you were standing in front of him, he got the amped up motivation, the rush, and hair-raising goosebumps. All he could do was stare. It wasn’t often Adrian had nothing to say, but oh my god, you were smiling at him. Your perfect smile.

Are people just getting to see this every day? Why was he being deprived of him for so long? He tried soaking in all your features again, your hair, eyes, lips, and nose.

‘Hi..” That was all he could manage to say again.

You were even more out of this world now that he was seeing you up close. You had on shorts with your outfit that stopped right below your ass. It barely covered anything. Perfect fit if you were to ask him, but on this type of night? It’s cold, you’ll get sick.

He glanced at his watch, the time almost knocking the air out of him once he realized how late it had gotten, and you were trying to leave now? It’s dark out, there are vile ass disgusting excuses of men who start hunting around this time of the night, and not for game.

“Sorry, but the door behind you?” You say, pointing at the exit literally directly behind him. Was he... Okay? He had this place’s uniform on.

Honestly, he was cute, greenish hazel eyes it seemed behind those serial killer frames, curly blonde hair, and kinda fit, but it was still super fucking random to stop two tipsy women from leaving. His vibe was off-putting as his eyes remained steady on you.

“Did you know that seagulls mate for life?” He blurted. Your friend, Bella, laughed out loud, and you quickly covered her mouth with your hand, trying to contain your own uncomfortable giggles due to this bizarre man and the irony of a wrong animal fact.

Bella contained herself and tugged on your hand as she led the way instead, with you following her past this strange yet pathetically cute employee in Dahmer glasses.

“Pardon,” you murmured as you momentarily invaded his space since he still didn't move, just slightly stepping to the side with a soft smile while staring hard. He smelled of fries, sweat, and earthy cologne.

Not to be a hypocrite, but at the last second, you swore you even heard him take a whiff of you? You look back, but he’s already making a beeline somewhere. Maybe it was a mistake; it’s loud in here anyway, and you tend to get into your heads in new environments. You and Bella step out into the night, speed walking to your car.

Adrian made a straight drop by at your table, flushing his hands onto the warm wooden table from your once hot plates. You guys cleaned up and left a note and $20 cash tip. Wait, a fucking note? He picks it up, quickly reading it, “great service tonight taylor, such a warm welcome to this town. thank you:)” in sleek cursive handwriting.

His chest felt hot; he knew this was your doing. Earlier, when Peacemaker was still talking, he saw your friend lending you a pen in his peripheral vision. He tuts, “We’ll have to fix that.” He slips the note into his pocket, leaving the tip because c'mon, he’s not an asshole. He makes one last sweep, looking for anything else. All he saw were your fallen golden glitter sparkles. He swept all of them into his hand and bunched them into a fist. Content.

He sees Taylor heading to the table and gives a tight-lipped smile before turning the opposite way and heading to the bathroom. He checked underneath all the stalls to make sure he was alone and threw himself into one, slamming the door shut and locking it.

“Finally, some time alone,” he muttered, opening up his palm to look at its sparkling contents. He swears one of them had your hair on it and smirked. He brought it right up to his face, shoving it onto his nose, trying to pull just a fraction of your sweet scent he had the honor of inhaling when you walked past him.

His other hand slips down to his crotch, work pants now tight and constricting at the thought of you. He’d praise the ground you walk on, kiss it, lick it until his tongue was ragged and could do nothing but hang out his mouth. He’d bask in your golden glory, a visual clouded his mind of the expensive metal dripping onto your breast. Actually, can he buy real gold to dip you in? He rutted into his hand at the thought, small groans starting to leave his mouth.

“Fuckkk..I need…I need you.” He whispers, now fully rocking back and forth. The fabric of his pants gives him just the tiny amount of friction he needs. He felt pre cum starting to pool at his tip, and just as his eyes started rolling backward, there were heavy knocks at the door.

“Chase man, you in there? Derek needs to clean the bathrooms!” He heard from outside.

Seriously, could he not get some peace and– wait, public indecency and masturbation is a crime. How could he forget that?

Rolling his eyes and straightening himself up, he shoves the remaining glitter into his pocket and adjusts his raging fucking boner so it’s not too obvious. He hesitates on opening the door, “Well, can’t he clean the women’s room first?” He shouts back, shamelessly hoping he could maybe still rub one out

“Already did man, c’mon get out” as there’s more banging. Adrian smacks his teeth and opens the stall. He regrets not clocking out immediately and following you. It’s dark out and raining; he should've been keeping you safe. Making sure you got home safe. How negligent of him.

He turns on one of the faucets, faking washing his hands (He wouldn’t do it now, he still needs to smell you when he jacks off. duh!) He sniffs the note and glitter, relishing in your holy scent one last time before turning off the faucet, and He walked right out, disregarding his much older co-worker, Derek’s obvious annoyance,

It’s okay. Tomorrow will be a chance for a new try. A real one. He just got caught off guard this time, he thinks as he hums, hands shoved into his pockets, gripping onto mementos of you. He was practically skipping at the new addition to what was starting to be another mundane routine. And he loved his patrols, truly, but he needed a distraction from lowlife graffiti artists when he wasn't on a mission with the rest of the 11th Street Kids.

He grabs his tuff, backpack, makes sure he has his switch, and stops by the kitchen to get any food they didn’t push out today.

He shoved a bunch of fries into a brown lunch bag and slipped a couple of beers from the kitchen into his backpack, putting a $10 bill onto the counter for them before clocking out.

As Adrian was leaving the kitchen he overheard Taylor talking to one of the line cooks about getting the Instagram from “one of the 10’s that came in earlier.”

Could he have meant you? No way. You didn't mention anything about it in the note. Besides, you wouldn't betray him like that. Right?

He stops for a moment at the front to whip out his phone, logging into one of his many random Instagram burners, and finds Tyler. He had already found most of his co-workers a while back. He starts slowly scrolling through Taylor’s very public account, all the while trying to remember what your friend actually looked like.

Thankfully, he knew it when he saw it and found her. “Beaut1bella, now cmon gimme the loot at the end of the rainbow, darling.” He repeats the same process on her account, having to go through 2k following instead of the 5k followers. Who the fuck even knows that many people?

See, you’re not a priority in her life. I mean, how could you be with all these other people? You would be #1 in his. Well, after Eagly, Peacemaker, and Adebayo, but they technically don’t count. So you’re first.

The great thing about attention-seeking people is that 99% of the time, their social media is public. And hers was, he starts going through her highlights. All absolutely boring, but oh—seems she’s a rich girl and oh! Seems you are, too, as he notices multiple stories in multiple overseas cities, and you were in a good number of them. You looked divine in each one. He hates himself for not having been there to praise you, protect you, and pay for all these trips.

He scrolls down to her feed, 10 posts and 2 with you in it as a duo shot. One of those pictures, you were sitting on her lap, her hand on your waist, in the backyard during what seemed to be a Fourth of July party. Saved for later. Finally, in what was an absurdly large friend group photo from your hometown, you were tagged.

Bingo.

He clicked on your tag, and godfuckingdammit, you were private. A part of him was proud, though. Of course, you knew better. You’re smart like that, you know creeps don’t deserve to see you. Good job.

He took a screenshot of your profile picture and zoomed in closer, it was blurry as fuck but sure as day you. A photo in front of the sunset at the beach. You're wearing a silk dress with a dazzling smile to match.

He could feel himself getting angry at the thought of other, far worse predators with heinous intent seeing you. He couldn't let anything happen to you.

The thought of that golden smile being taken away, those pretty teeth, those perfect lips that he yearned to slap his heavy cock onto, looking down as you sucked on his violently red tip, spilled a mess onto you, and watch as you cleaned him up.

He was definitely going to touch himself to all these finds once he got home.

Your bio read “NJ✈️WA • Lab Vet 👩‍🔬🐾” It made sense for you. You were a veterinarian? How could that not be fate? Adrian loves animals. He could get a second chance at impressing you with animal facts!

Adrian was really happy with all these discoveries of you. This was enough to last him for tonight. He was whistling as he made his way into his beat-up Chrysler Sebring, or as he sometimes likes to call it, his Vigilante mobile.

He wanted an early try at finding you, just to make sure you were tucked in safely, of course, but he’d decided to conserve his energy for tomorrow. You deserved him at his best. Nothing less.

THAT night, Adrian had a wet dream about you. It started off strangely tragic. A small, around 8-year-old version of him running after his father through a maze of doors. He follows him into a red room when suddenly everything goes pitch black, and he’s his current age and size again, being grabbed up at all sides.

Bright lights turn on like a studio, and he closes his eyes at a last-ditch attempt not to fucking go blind. His dreams never made sense to him, and they weren't about to start now.

A voice suddenly spoke up. A woman’s distorted voice. “Open your eyes, Adrian Chase”

His wrist and ankles start aching, limbs feeling sore and stretched.

“Who's there? Is this my own subconscious? Why are you telling me what to do? Why am I telling myself what to do? I hate being told what to do. I feel like I would know that”

The voice spoke up again but it sounded clearer this time. It was yours. He recognized it immediately.

He eventually opens his eyes, cursing at the adjustment.

Adrian Chase was fully bare butt ass naked, suspended in the air, chained up in a starfished position in what appeared to be a giant glass box.

Before he could register anything, he started getting milked. As in drained. As in, some invisible fucking pussy was draining his cock and not giving him any rest time between every time he came.

He imagined you the entire time, it didn’t help that the ominous voice was definitely yours. All he could do was squirm after every nut, fearful of the invisible pussy but god did it feel really fucking good to get used into nothingness.

Needless to say, He woke up with dried crust and patches of come on his underwear, pants, blanket, and even his pillow. He must’ve started humping it in the middle of the night again.

Great, now he had to do laundry two days early. Fuck.

YOU were getting adjusted to your new job as head lab veterinarian. Your personal office was an adequate size with both your own and the store’s high-end lab tech appliances. You just finished putting up the last of your own personal touch to it. You weren't really the sentimental type when it came to jobs, but this was a fresh start in a town where only one person knew you. Your childhood best friend, Bella, who also dropped off flowers for you, brought color to the harsh room.

Meanwhile, Adrian Allen Chase was convinced he was being punished.

So much so that he caved. You haven’t been to flannel in a week, and he broke. He was getting literal withdrawals, sniffing the now flimsy and slightly worn, and torn napkin note. His team knew it was serious when he brought it on a mission. Adrian never brought anything personal to missions.

While everyone else was concerned for your well-being, Adebayo pulled him to the side after the mission. Offering him some advice. She always knew how to make him feel.. less like a creep in a way. She told him that just because he felt and took in emotions differently, it didn’t take away from his life and what he deserved to experience like everyone else. Adebayo is so cool and kind. He didn’t care for people, but she was very high on the people list.

So on Monday, bright and early, Adrian made his way into the Vet Clinic, which seemed new and trustworthy. He only wanted quality care for Eagly, who was perfectly fine, but he needed an excuse to see you. (Took a lot of begging and explaining to Chris, also, he’d have to pay for the fee himself because vets are apparently really expensive)

As he’s explaining what happened (or rather making up complete and utter bullshit) to the lady at the front desk, he sees a familiar figure in the back. He hears a familiar sweet voice.

You, no way.

This was confirmation. A sign. You wanted him to find you. Your spirit was calling to him. There’s no such thing as coincidence, he read it somewhere. Now he felt ridiculous for thinking it wasn’t meant to be; after all he’s been through, he deserves you.

"Sir, if there's nothing wrong have to ask you to le-" he interrupts the front desk receptionist,

As you walk through the corridor in the back, he loudly announces an eagle fact to get your attention, "And did you know Eagles can’t see straight forward?” He feels Eagly looking right at him, but ignores it because it worked; you stopped right in your tracks, peeking your head towards the front.

Adrian sees your eyes squinting at him. Did you recognize him already? He knew this wasn’t one-sided. That you saw the potential in your connection as well. He doesn’t need to prove it; he can see it in your eyes.

"Actually-" you start, entering the room.

Checkmate.

"Eagles can see straightforward," you say, commanding the room with your energy immediately.

"Hi," He said, looking at you in all your splendor. He wasn't sure if it was just because it's been a few days, but fuck, did you get more beautiful?

Oh, it was dahmer glasses from the bar. You see the eagle next to him and let out a breath a bit, okay so he’s not just stalking you. Great, whew. You were worried there for a second. "Hello, Nice to meet you. My name's Reader," You said, sticking out your hand to shake his. “also, who’s this cutie we have today?”

Oh, he so badly wanted to touch you, but he couldn't right now, not until he fully could in the way he truly wanted to. He shook his head, denying the handshake but "making up for it" with a bright smile,

He finally introduces himself, "I have a skin thing, not you. My name's Adrian. And he’s fine. His name is Eagly, Peacemaker’s right hand actually.”

You make a “ah,” taking a mental note of that as you retracted your hand.

There's a beat, but before you have the chance, he fills it immediately. As if scared to let the conversation die off.

"How'd you end up moving and working here, reader?" He asks,

You don't even realize that he asked you about your move, not having revealed any of that to him yet. All you saw was a cute smile, some adorably curly blonde hair, and the hazel eyes on top, and you were sold. He seemed much more charming now; maybe it was just the bar lights that made him seem eerie.

You look at the clock behind you and around the front desk area, and it seemed like it was a slow day, and you were about to go on lunch anyway, so you decided to entertain him in conversation.

He was cute, what's the harm?

"Well after schooling, I had to complete my DVM-“

He interrupts, he seemed to do that often. " I’m in the DSM-5 too!!!! Wait, what the fuck is wrong with you? Doesn’t matter, you’re pretty and smart.”

“No, the DVM-4"... the four-year Doctor of Veterinary Medicine program needed to get my undergrad degree so I could become a vet. A lot of my classmates hated clinical training, but I always found it fun. Thank you for the compliments but Adrian, are you saying you have a personality disorder?” You ask, and as he smiled everything starts to click.

While the conversation flows, Eagly flies away, having served her purpose, and she would be nagging him for her promised chips later.

IT was around 9pm when you were walking to your car. Sure you exchanged numbers earlier today, but you didn’t expect Adrian Chase to be spam texting your phone as you were coming out of your building,

Adrian Chase🧜‍♂️: This is Adrian btw, saved my number on your phone :)))))))))))))))))))! 2:13pm

Adrian Chase🧜‍♂️: heyyy 8:55pm

Adrian Chase🧜‍♂️: are you leaving work yet? 8:58pm

Adrian Chase🧜‍♂️: me againnnnn! It’s getting late, are you leaving soon? 9:03pm

You felt slightly ashamed for being so into whatever was wrong with him, you caught yourself smiling at the deranged messages. You decided to respond nonchalantly. Someone needed to keep their cool between the two of you.

Sexy Cool Vet Reader 🧜‍♀️: Lol, leaving now. Nice formally meeting you today btw. - 9:08pm

Adrian watched as you exit the building, hurriedly typing something on your phone. A second later, he felt his phone buzz. A smile couldn’t help but spread on his face.

He was still worried though. No wonder you rarely had time for the bar, Adrian thought; these people had you working insane hours! Your poor feet, you need a massage tonight, don’t you? Maybe he could stop by inside later. He’d be really discreet about it, wouldn’t even put your toes in his mouth or anything…unless you wanted him to, of course! He got goosebumps at the thought but had to calm himself down, focusing on protecting you. See, he never left after your conversation. How could he? He had to make sure you got home safe.

At first he maintained a fair distance, watching you from the side of the Clinic building until he noticed a large figure standing by one of the only non functioning lamp posts in the parking lot. Face obscured by a hat and dark hoodie.

A predator. They always stank before he saw them. Not literally but he could smell their depraved thoughts, he knew all it would take was a little motivation. He knew they’d feel the same thing he did and it made him sick. The calculated yet steady breathing when following your prey at a hauntingly slow pace, the adrenaline rush when they saw you and the gratification of carrying out whatever you desired onto them. For some, the motivation was different. Money, drugs, or a sympathetic smile from a young pretty girl. But the truth is it didn’t matter the reason.

Being the one in control of someone else’s life in your hands. Control where people like him often lacked it everywhere else in their shitty lives. Being looked down on by people around them and watching as they interact, not understanding their displays of emotions or the true value of human life. Whether that was at home with mommy, who never gave him attention growing up, at the menial job with menial pay and menial people who walked or looked over him, or in his almost non-existent love and social life, where no one ever interested him enough to pursue, or the ones who did, found him creepy.

Not when it all actually came down to control anyway.

Predators like this perverted lowlife excuse of fucking air do this to helpless victims. Marginalized groups that already face injustice. Adrian, on the other hand, liked to do it to lawbreakers.

There was no point in staying hidden at that point; he knew you'd have to see him for what he was about to do.

He attacked before the man could even do anything, hating the sight of him near your presence. The nerve to disturb a hard-working, young, beautiful career woman on her way home? Ugh, undeserving of a life. There are children in hospitals, God.

The man tumbled hard, caught off guard by the sneak. He tried getting up, but Adrian stepped on his back then sliced both his Achilles.

What the fuck? You took out your AirPods, startled by a noise that went through your noise cancellation.

The criminal screeched in pain, so Adrian smacked his head with the back of one of his military grade K-Bar knives, wishing so badly he could do it with the other side, but you were turning around, so he settled for quickly duct taping him.

You turn and see 2 figures, you grip your knife and dial 9-1-1, not approaching but peering your head to make sure there wasn't a victim situation occurring, you edge a smidge closer to one of the working lights and see what appears to be a superhero on top of some huge guy?

You get a second and wait, you've heard of this one before, his group on the news once already since you've been here. And you recognized that build and awkward stance, you just couldn't picture where.

Thanks to his hypno glasses (which were also prescription), he knew that unless he revealed himself, you weren’t actually going to be able to figure out who he is.

You lean forward, silent for a moment, then—

“..Adrian Chase? Is that you?”

Oh fuck. Oh shit. What the fuck?

You relax, dropping the emergency knife into your bag.

“Uhm, no. No, I do not know who that is. I have never met that man in my life, Adrian Chase??? Who is that?” he starts laughing hysterically, pointing at you like you made a joke, but you recognize that uneasy behavior anywhere, even behind a ridiculous red visor.

Became all too familiar with it in your third week here, in that dinebar. You honestly forgot the name and meant to ask your best friend, so you guys could go again to relax and catch u, but you were both so busy.

You already thought he was a major cutie, although off-putting, but as you sized him up under the soft lamp light, hr was also super hot in his costume thingy. Hm.

“I’ve heard about you guys, the 11th street kids, I mean. So, you’re vigilante… like, a superhero?”

“Well, no, kinda. Sorta. Okay no. I’m a vigilante. It’s in the name. I was lazy.” He explains,

Oh shit, he fell for it.

“Ha! I knew it. Mask off” was the first thing you ordered, and it immediately made his dick twitch.

“Wait, but I can't do it out here; someone might see me," he complained.

You thought about it, it was literally almost pitch black, no other cars but yours and his, and no other people but you two. But you guessed this was his other job, and he was technically famous.

"Okay, handle that and then come inside. Lock the doors behind you.” You tossed him the spare building key; you had a minor feeling you would regret doing that.

You tossed him the building keys, and he almost came on the spot. You would definitely regret doing that. He smiled and nodded his head, "Yes ma'am," getting ready to pick up this very unlucky bastard that tried to mess with you.

You get inside and set your stuff down, retrieving one of the first aid kits you had hidden away in one of your personal cabinets. I want to see his face, your mind kept repeating.

Which is odd because you've already seen him regularly, but it must be a completely different vibe when he's in his suit, right? You start wondering if you're the first besides his family and team to know his secret. Did he have a...girlfriend?

And as if he knew what you were thinking, he walked in, setting down his mask while closing the door behind him as well.

"You're the only one besides my team who knows my identity, not even my family. " He says, voice in a serious but pleading tone,

You hum, understanding the newfound responsibility.

"No girlfriend?", you ask curiously, stepping closer.

He looks at you, a slightly pink hue coming across his now sheepish face. It was humiliating for some reason to admit it to such an attractive woman. "No, no girlfriend. Utterly Single."

You nod, smiling, "Perfect."

The more pressure you applied down over his member, the more he thrusted forward to meet you, face twisting in agony, but only sounds of pleasure leaving his puffy lips from trying to bite back his moans.

You cooed at the sight. He just looked so damn good. You want to torture him more. “You’re taking the pain so well, baby. Want more?” The pet name slipped off your tongue easily, call it an extra incentive for him looking like that, even after you could've sworn he was stalking you. You still secretly do think so, but you continued egging him on anyway.

“Want to wriggle around this floor, all fucking pathetic just for mommy to pay attention to you?”

“Yes-ye-yes please Mistress, do whatever you want to me and it’ll feel so fucking good, just give me more. I need more,” he whimpered, now rapidly thrusting, using his hand to press your heel down harder against him. Savage groans and a crazed look in his eyes overtook him as they rolled back.

With one hand, you gripped the chair hold and applied some real pressure, as if you were trying to legitimately hurt him and he let out an animalistic groan at the feeling, his hips sputtering followed by a string of curses as he held on to your leg for dear life.

With your other hand, you flowed through his hair, bunching it up at the back, and pulled his head back. “Now come.” It was all you demanded, and he looked into yours as if he found the 8th wonder of the world.

“Yes, mommy, I’ll do an-anything you ask me. Everythi-holy fucking shitImcomingfuck.” was all he managed as he keeled over panting, sweat beading from his forehead and come filling up his tighty whites in thick spurts. The pressure of your heel was still applied just the amount of pain he needed to truly be satisfied, and you felt his come pooling up in his pants.

Your name was all he could murmur over and over as he came down. You were everything and more. No amount of sexual fantasies could live up to the feeling of your expensive, shiny heels destroying his inhibitions in a record-breaking minute and 12 seconds.

If there were a heaven, this must be it. He had reached it.

You reached down to pet his head, moving his curls off his sweaty forehead. You could get used to this view. Such a not-so-secretly insecure yet domineering man under this playful mask. He covers it up well enough with such a gorgeous face and tongue exercise tangents about whatever he was thinking.

He reminded you of an Orca. Self destructive apex predators that do what they do out of pure boredom. Yet so, curious? So eager to learn, play, touch.

It was also refreshing to have the upper hand, for someone who operates to never lose control, graciously giving that up on a Friday night in the middle of a vet.

To be honest, Adrian never really cared about pleasuring the other person when having sex. I mean, he was getting his nut off (often only him), so why should it matter?

But he's seen porn before. He's seen those faces women make when they're experiencing genuine sexual pleasure from his threesomes with Peacemaker; the women always seemed like they were having a better time with him. At first, he didn't realize it, making fun of the older man for the way ladies would shriek and shake with him; it looked like an exorcism to Adrian, and he just didn't care for it. especially since his social skills often involuntarily nerfed him unless he's in his mask.

Fans love fucking him with the mask on. If you asked him nicely on a pretty day, he'd oblige with or without Peacemaker sometimes.

Anyway, the point was, He wanted to see you experience pleasure because of him. he wanted to hear you shriek and feel you shake underneath him in pleasure because of him, and he wanted to put all his usual grievances about the feeling of human flesh and mundane sex aside for you. It was selfish, really, because he needed you just as much.

Adrian looked up, eyes the size of saucers from being so fucked out, a bit of drool from his open-mouthed panting. God, you looked like a goddess staring at him like that. He tried to regain a morsel of his composure by standing up but he kept one firm hand on your leg.

“You need some help, vigilante?” You were making fun of him now. Teasing him really at the state he was in. Knees buckling as he stood up from a dirty over-the-hero costume footjob as if he didn’t just take down a 200lb man without breaking a sweat.

He laughed at your offer, shaking his head “Oh this is nothing, I feel great. Just you wait.”

That’s another thing about him that you noticed, all his touches were firm. Like he was grounding himself in you, or setting it up to be the right amount of pressure. No deliberate touch is ever uncertain, is it due to the human skin thing he mentioned earlier?

“That was fucking amazing, where’d you learn to do that? Actually, don't tell me. Thanks for doing it. I haven't come that hard in years.” he says with his other hand gripping your jaw/chin. You felt nervous, that same heating arousal in your stomach again as it flipped just off his words.

You wanted to cross your leg, to alleviate some of the pressure beginning to form between your thighs, your cunt wet, feigning for attention but he still had that other hand firm on your knee, keeping it down.

He tuts, shaking his head before smiling and forcing you to look up at him. “Well, that’s rude. Now, what do we say when someone says thank you?

You tried to answer but he had your mouth on lock, now holding your cheeks so firmly it had no choice but to stay open as you stared up at him.

The tables had turned. You could feel it in the air, and see it in his eyes. Sense it by the way he touched you. This was the man who just took down someone more than 40lbs his body weight.

You try anyway, “y-you’re welchomew” was all you could manage to slur. Trying to stop the saliva from falling down your chin.

He just stared at you, considering when he removed both hands from you. Your body immediately missed his hot touch in the cold office.

“Now, we’re about to play a little game huh. See how long you can last before you turn into a whore begging me to fuck the friendly out of you.” He fired, harsh words all with a smile as he took off his pants.

Friendly? What was he on about?

You didn’t even have time to fully think about it because his pants dropped in a moment, belt buckle hitting the floor with a thud.

You looked up and your eyes stopped right at his bare penis. “Damn.” Was all you could mutter.

He was packing what seems to be 7 inches exactly fully stone hard. A slit so sensitive even the air seemed to be too much, veins galore. Thick more so than long and a very bulbous and dark pink tip, like the inside of the Hibiscus.

You were practically drooling at the thought of it in your mouth, between your boobs maybe? some backshots? Mating press! You just needed him inside you.

He could tell you were hungry and so was he. Your state was primal, you looked adorable he thought.

He took your hand like a prince in the movies, placing a delicate kiss to it before he spun you around and into him. Back flushed to his chest. You were breathing heavy now, honestly panting like a dog after a run with its owners.

“Relish it, show me how bad you want it inside you, while I fuck you with my fingers.” He growled.

You felt all of him on you; it felt degrading yet enchanting how he took you for himself in a moment. One hand at your hips, flushing your ass onto his bare member. Other hand, now down to your breasts, groping them harshly as he slobbered all of your nape, biting on it and pulling skin.

And yet there you were, getting slicker with wet by the minute, and before you even realized it, you were grinding up against him, moaning loudly into the quiet office.

This was nothing compared to some of the best foreplay you’ve experienced but it felt perfect. Like he was truly seeing you and worshipping you at a standard maybe even you could never understand. It just felt so fucking good.

He trailed his hand up your thighs, scrunching up your skirt to reach your cunt. He cupped it with his hand, rubbing it back and forth, pressing the bottom of his palm onto your swollen and sensitive clit. The g-string damn near giving him direct access.

“This is what you wear to work, huh? This flimsy string for anyone to take off?” He teased your entrance with his thick fingers, playing with your slick, puffy folds. He just barely put one in your eyes, rolled back, eager in anticipation.

Finally, after an accidental bump, his first finger slipped in, immediately making your head roll back onto his shoulder, mouth slightly opened as you squeezed your eyes shut. "Look at you, going dumb off just one finger? What if I added two more?"

Before you could react, he slipped in the other two, three fingers now ramming into your warm canal

"Goddamn baby, it feels like a furnace in here, you that warm for me?' Your wetness goes all the way down to his wrist as he demonstrates no mercy in your cunt. "That wet for me?" he whispered in your ear, eyes never leaving your face. Adrian was taking your cunt like it was his to begin with, with just his fingers. You almost fall to your knees when he starts swirling his thumb on your clit if it weren't for his strong, toned arms holding you steady.

You could feel his heart beating, loud and fast. drumming against his chest onto your back. He suddenly takes all his fingers out of you at once, stopping and sounding genuinely annoyed as he says,

“Why do you have all this on, huh? You don’t need any of this shit, baby. I wanna see all of you. Need it real bad.” It was firm, sounded like a plea, but the more you got to know him, you knew this was a demand.

You could only moan at his yearning in response, really. Let him have his way with you. “Take it off, I don’t need it. Whatever you want,” you nodded dumbly in agreement. He zipped the side of your knee-length pencil skirt, forcefully pulling it down with one hand. He then took off your jacket and work top, leaving you in your underwear.

He took a step back and you whined again at the lost of contact but he tuts, shushing you with a hand over your mouth “you’ll get what you need so just let me look, okay?” He asks looking into your eyes, not removing his hand yet.

You nod, and after a few seconds of intense stares he finally retracts his hand and starts walking around you. Looking you up and down, as if memorizing every crevice of your body. Circling you like an actual predator. This was the second time that night you felt a semblance of fear around him even though you knew, not sure why but you just knew that he had no intentions of harming you.

Well, at least not tonight it didn’t feel like it.

So you let him observe you, quiet as it looked like he was taking mental snap shots of your body. He finished back where he started, in front of you smiling. You looked down, slightly embarrassed and he was still hard as a rock. Penis standing up, dark red, almost purple at the tip it seemed. Beaded pre cum now showing through but he made no attempt to alleviate himself.

“Fuck, please let me help you.” You whined, reaching your hand out but he stopped it centimeters away. A tight grip on your wrist,

“I really have to train you huh? Whoever you were with before did a horrible job.”

Before?? Were you with someone now?

At that you opened your mouth to speak up but he pushed you back onto your desk, not enough to hurt you but enough for you to know to attempt at getting up.

Adrian settles into the crook of your neck, your entire body against his. He uses his other hand to take off your bra. A trick he learned from Chris. He tosses it to the side somewhere and lets out a mewled whine himself at the sight of your tits. God they were even more perfect than he imagined, definitely deserved to be covered in gold.

He palmed them gently, massaging them at first, smiling as he looked into your eyes, “that feel good?” He whispered

“Mhm-fuck, yeah, really good” you moaned, head thrower back as he purposely grazed over your nipples with both hands. Suddenly, he got touch, palming your breast with a bit more force. His eyes darkened as he bent down, opening his mouth and letting saliva drop onto your right nipple.

He watched it, mesmerized before he leaned in and started sucked on your boob. He almost fit the entire thing into his mouth out of sheer desperation and while, hips rutting into the air, cock hitting your cunt every few thrust as he bit and groped your breast and nipples harder.

You were moaning a lot harder now, he used the other hand to flick your left nipple repeatedly and it hurt so fucking good.

He then brought himself closer to you, hovering over you as he sniffed you like a hound. Taking in your scent, nose directly on your skin as he inhaled various parts of your body.

“You smell really fucking good. I’ve been thinking about doing this for days. I actually almost stopped by here after the first day I saw you in Flannel Fields but I wanted to give you space. Now look at you, under me. At my disposal. I could probably come off this alone.”

God, the way he spoke made you feel so seen. So important even though he’s admitting to stalking you. His words screamed danger but everything about him made you want to explore, want to pull him closer. So you do, wrapping your legs around his hips, drawing him closer to your aching cunt which has resulted into sporadic clutches around nothing. Needing to be filled to the brim.

“Look at you, so fucking desperate for my cock. How insane is that, a piece of work like you? How would people react if I told them you were practically humping the air for me huh?” He laughed, watching you roll your eyes in annoyance but squirm to get closer. Needing him flush against you.

He relents, getting closer and bringing an arm up under you to slightly sit you up. All your weight heavy on him. You both looked a mess. Hair everywhere, saliva everywhere, clothes everywhere and you haven’t even fucked yet.

He looks down at his cock, finally giving it some attention and positioning himself direct. As it’s in his hand, he tells you to spit on it so you do, gathering all you can before watching it drop out your mouth and onto his throbbing cock, staring at him the entire time.

He gives it a few lazy, slow pumps all while maintaining your eye contact. You could feel your slick getting all over your desk, your g string thong doing nothing to stop it.

He moans while looking at you. How could he not? “God, you’re so fucking sexy. I’m actually going to fuck the shit out of you.” He says, still smiling.

How the fuck was he always smiling? You were on the verge of exploding and could hardly talk anymore.

Adrian was now amped up, watching you make a mess all over his hand. He was confident that he'd be making you see stars.

Before you can ask him about a condom, he thrusts into you all at once, your hands find themselves on his toned, carved asss fucking stomach, eyes shut, biting your lip, trying to refocus as you can literally feel all seven and what feels like a quarter of throbbing dick in you.

You're panting as you steady yourself, his hands on your waist, leaving a small trail of kisses on your neck, "You ready?" he whispers, "yes please, god Adrian, just fuck me already." You damn near scream, starting to get impatient with all his teasing.

"Alright, alright, no need to be so mean, lie back, baby," he says with a giggle. You do, but playfully hit his shoulder as you go down. As you're staring at the ceiling, you feel him further move your g-string to the side, and it hits your clit while he's readjusting himself inside you, and it causes you to yelp. You almost swore you felt him in your stomach for a second.

He starts thrusting again, but it's... lazy? Like all 7 inches of him just disappeared? Maybe you were too turned on?

He's almost manically laughing, pleased with himself as his loppy, lazy strokes as he watched himself going in and out of you. "Yeah, you feel that, huh?"

Well, no. You don't actually.

I mean, you guys have been at it for probably half an hour now, your lips are puffy, clit swollen, too wet. Must be the problem, right?

"Wait, Adrian, go harder, baby," you instructed, looking up at him with batted lashes and a gentle, reassuring smile

He falters a bit but smiles, gripping your hips with both hands before repositioning himself and slamming himself back into you. He continues the tempo for 10 more strokes, and they each hit the pot just the right amount, but suddenly, he's doing those god awful, sloppy, slow strokes again. Why do men swear that's what you want? Especially when you're not even dating?

You look at the big clock by your door, it was deamn near 12 am. 11:38pm, but still it took you like 12 minutes to get home, no way you were about to fully entertain trash dick at your grown ass age

But before you said anything, you thought about who you were dealing with here and the amazing pre-sex you guys just had, maybe he just needed more guidance? Maybe you could keep him as a side if you decide to start dating down here again?

You haven’t been with someone who was *this* bad at sex since Uni. How the fuck were you supposed to teach a 30-year-old, how to fu-

Adrian saw you looking at the clock, and for the second time in his life, he wanted to strap a bomb to his chest. Fuck, absolutely not, I've worked too hard for this, he thought

He was not going to let all his hard work go away

As he sees you about to talk, he puts a hand over your mouth and the other stays on your hip, "you’re not going anywhere, no way. Nuh uh. I just got you, no fair" whining, annoyed as he fucks harshly into you like you were begging for previously.

your eyes roll back, hands grabbing for anything they can reach, knocking over some files you’d have to go over in the morning as he gets you closer and closer to your peak

Adrian liked the way you were going dumb right now, bouncing back on his dick, tits jiggling, inaudible and muffled slurring. You looked like a fucking goddess. You were his. All his.

“Fucking take it, take it like you can’t live without it. Take it like you’ll fucking die without it.”

Your brain feels dizzy, and you can't even formulate a thought. This is just me, the author.

He momentarily removes his hand from your mouth, laughing at the sight, “Look at you, literally foaming at the mouth while taking my babies deep into your womb. God, I can’t wait to tell Chris about this.”

He covers it back up again as soon as you try to form words, your legs shaking already, “Whores who are in the middle of taking dick have no reason to speak. But don’t worry, pretty princesses also shouldn’t waste their breath on lowly peasants like me.”

“You wanna go back to looking at the clock, huh?” He taunts and your stomach turns, you were about to come you could feel it

God he wishes he could take a picture. No way Taylor would have you like this. No offense, not even Chris would have you like this and he really respects him.

You two were creating a combined mess where your hips met, the sloshing sound as he pumped in and out of you echoed the walls of your distinguished office. His brows were furrowed, piercing green eyes glued to the scene, sweat dripping from his abs, heavy balls smacking your ass just right. It was all too fucking good.

"Ad-AdrisnIm-" You choke on your words, literally, from the amount of spit alone,

He watches you in awe at his work then supports your neck up a bit so you could actually not die on him.

"I know, princess, I know. Just come, I'll do it with you, baby," he encourages as he shudders over you, grip tightening. You as well, just clenching your shaking thighs, face contorting as you come all over his cock still pulsating inside you, thick streams of his come filling your womb, your juices mixing and spilling onto your desk.

All that's left is the sound of you both panting heavily,

"You're so pretty when you've just come. It should be a painting hung up in the Louvre, well, in an alternate reality where I wasn't so possessive."

You feel his dick twitch inside you when you bring your hand to your chest, feeling your heartbeat, you finally look up a him. "Adrian, we have t-"

Adrian suddenly looked around at the mess, "Oh no, I have to do laundry. Do you want me to do yours too?" he asks, pulling out of the minnie creampie you guys had going on for a second.

All you could do was stare at him. "We should start seeing each other," you say with a serious face as you reach over in one of your desk drawers and pull out wet wipes, handing him a few.

He takes the ones you gave him and uses them to clean you up. "I think I'd really like that. I don't know what I'd do if we just had this mind-blowing sex and ghosted me. I'd probably fuck up a mission; that'd be terrible. In my line of work, well, other work. You can't fuck up missions, fucking up missions means de-

“Death." You finish it for him, understanding fully. Your situations were definitely different, but all you saw in front of you was a curious orca that deserved a chance, too.

You lift his chin up as he's finally cleaning himself; he was so beautiful under the white fluorescent lights of your office. "I understand, Adrian," was all you said before leaning in, planting a short but firm kiss on his lips.

When you backed up, his eyes looked bright, like he was seeing literal stars. And they also almost looked, teary?

"My dicks hard again," he claims, breaking the silence. You look down, and sure enough, it was erect, already starting to poke your thigh.

You both erupt in laughter.

author's note: lol guys, I wrote the actual sex/smut part off an edible. Can you tell? Did you catch the louvre joke? I know everyone’s saying it but I really do appreciate a good heist. A good crime even. Well, if you're reading this, that means you've actually made it to the end of this insanity. Sorry it's so long, had a day off and went crazy lol. This was really fun, will be writing for him again soon.