#adrian chase fic
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It's His Birthday
It's His Birthday
Rating: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 5.7k
Pairing: Adrian Chase x F!Reader
Summary: The 11th Street kids take Adrian out to celebrate for his birthday and try to set him up with the cute bartender.
Content: Alcohol Use, Flirting, Fluff, Smut (Slight Dub-con/Drunk Sex, Sex with Strangers, Facesitting, 69 Position, PIV, Safe Sex)
[Read on AO3]
A/N: This is a silly little smutty one-shot to celebrate Adrian's birthday (or belated cuz this is technically late whoops). I've written mostly mask-stays-on Vig so far, so I thought it would be fun to try and write a cute birthday boy Adrian piece with a civilian!reader. Best boy deserves some fluff and spice!
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Another evening, another evening shift. You sighed as you wiped down the countertop in the dive bar you were currently working in.
Three months ago you threw a dart at a map (okay, a GPS pin drop on your phone but whatever). You ended up dragging your tired and burnt-out self far away from your shitty hometown to Evergreen, Washington for a fresh start. Unfortunately, so far Evergreen was just as shitty as your hometown, albeit with a different landscape view.
You got the first job that accepted your application and now worked at a mediocre at best local bar downtown. It paid enough to live and your new apartment was nearby. You weren't sure how you felt about Evergreen yet but at least it was different.
"Hey, can we open up a tab?"
You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a customer and looked up at the impossibly large man in front of you. He looked like a marine and you wondered if there was a military base nearby. You shot him your best customer-service smile.
"Sure, I just need some ID and your card."
The man pulled out his wallet and handed over his license and credit card with the name Christopher Smith. You jotted down his info and handed it back.
"There you go, Chris. What can I get for you?"
"Five beers for the table." He gestured behind him at a booth across the room with four other people sitting down.
"And hey, can you make something special for my buddy?" He pointed out a brunette man with silver-rimmed glasses. "It's his birthday."
You nodded, this happened all the time with people out to celebrate.
"Sure. Does he like pineapple?"
Chris gave you a blank look. "I have no idea."
You filled a tall glass with ice, then poured in vodka, blue curaçao and pineapple juice. Grabbing a slice of pineapple chunk from the garnish bar, you hung it just right on the side of the glass then spun around, tossed a straw in and presented the bright-coloured drink.
"There you go! I hope he likes it."
Chris squinted at the teal cocktail and snorted before picking up the tray.
"He's gonna love it, thanks."
You watched carefully as the large man carried the tray over to the booth and dished out the drinks. He slid the cocktail in front of the cute guy with glasses and then pointed at you. The brunette glanced over at you, then took a sip and looked back up. He gave you a giant dopey grin and a double thumbs up. You returned his smile with a real one, genuinely thrilled he seemed to enjoy your choice.
You watched the group for a little while, there wasn't much else going on in the bar. A few regulars playing pool, what looked like a terrible date in the back corner and the full booth you were staring at were the only patrons tonight.
The group you were watching was new here, at least you didn't recognize them from the few months you'd been working the evening shift. You wondered how they knew each other, daydreaming about customers was a way to pass the time on slow nights like this. You watched them laugh and drink until another customer called your attention and you were forced to spend some time actually doing your job.
When you made your way back across the bar, Chris was leaning on the bar. You put down the empty glass in your hands and addressed him.
"Another round of beers for you guys?"
He nodded at you. "Yeah, thanks." He waited impatiently for you to open them and place them on the tray. "Also I should tell you my friend-" he jerked his head back at the guy with glasses sitting at the booth behind him. "-thinks you're really cute."
You raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh really?"
Chris nodded.
"Well if that's true, he can come tell me himself." You slid the tray towards him and then spun off to the other end of the bar where a patron was flagging you down.
You watched out of the corner of your eye as Chris went back to the booth and handed out the beers before whispering to the cute guy in glasses. The brunette flushed and started arguing with the larger man.
You quickly glanced away when they both turned to look at you and you focused intently on pulling the pint another patron had just ordered instead. Sliding the now-full glass across the bar to the customer, you wiped your hands with a cloth and walked back over to the register to ring it up.
"Hi."
You looked up and the dark-haired guy in glasses was standing right in front of you.
"Hi."
He gave you a little wave and an awkward, crooked smile. "I'm Adrian."
You couldn't help but giggle a bit at how nervous he seemed.
"Hi, Adrian. How'd you like your drink, birthday boy?"
A light blush formed on his cheeks as you grinned at him. He really was cute, especially when he was being so shy.
"Um, it was really good. Could I get another like that?"
You nodded and turned around to grab the ingredients. When you turned back around, Adrian was leaning on the bar watching you intently. You mixed the drink and handed it over to him. He took a big sip from the drink, smiled and fidgeted with the straw while he stared at you for a moment.
"Is that all? Or is there something else you want to say?" You gave him a small wink and a cheeky smile.
The blush returned to his cheeks, a deeper red than before. He coughed awkwardly and fidgeted more, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.
"I…um."
He couldn't make eye contact as he blurted it out as fast as possible. "I think you're really pretty."
You leaned on the bar, propping yourself up on your elbows as you tilted your face closer to him.
"What a coincidence, I think you're really pretty too."
You were doing your best impression of a Cheshire cat, grinning madly at how flustered he was. He was still staring at you with wide eyes and it looked like he was about to say something but the magic of the moment was unfortunately shattered by Chris and one of his friends suddenly approaching the bar.
"Can I get a round of shots? Whiskey."
You nodded and walked back to the bar to pour the shots for him. Adrian looked a little miffed at his friends and you bit back another smile, hoping he would talk to you again later.
You quickly finished pouring the drinks and handed over the five shots on a tray and Chris grabbed it from you.
"Thanks, sweet-cheeks."
The woman next to Chris immediately scolded him. "We've been over this. That is not an okay thing to say!"
He turned towards you with a defensive look. "Can you settle this for us? It's totally about having a nice smile!"
"No, no. She's definitely right," You nodded at the woman in agreement. "That phrase is definitely about saying someone has a nice butt."
"I mean, either way, he's not wrong." Adrian gulped and ducked down to stare into his drink as all three of you whipped around to look at him.
"What was that, buddy?" Chris was looking at him in astonishment.
"Nothing." Adrian shook his head and all but ran back to their booth holding his cocktail, avoiding everyone's eye.
"Sorry about him." The woman apologised to you.
"I don't mind." You shrugged at her. "I think he's sweet."
Chris was giving you an incredulous look. "Him?"
"Yeah, him."
You were given a quick look of resignation by both of them before he walked back to the booth with their drinks.
You tried to keep an eye on the group, especially the adorable one, but a few more regulars came in and you were swept away to serve them. The evening progressed in a flash with back-to-back orders from the new tables. You were finally back at the register when a voice sounded out.
"Hey!"
You looked up and there he was again, the cutie in glasses. You couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, Adrian! What can I get for you?"
He gave you a goofy smile when he heard you say his name. "Another round of shots please?"
"Sure thing!" You made a big show of pouring the shots from high up without splashing and Adrian gave you an appropriately awed look at your bartending skills.
"So hey, maybe we could-" He was cut off by Chris interrupting again, he had stomped over to grab the tray of shots from the counter.
"I said I got it!" Adrian protested.
"You were taking too long." Chris snapped at his friend.
"I was trying to ask her to join us."
"She can't drink with us, dumbass. She's working."
Adrian turned towards you. "Is that true?"
You shrugged apologetically. "Yeah, he's right. It's policy."
His face fell. "Aw, man. That sucks."
As if on cue, your manager walked out from the back and came over to you.
"Hey if you wanna take off in fifteen or so, that's fine. It's a little slow tonight, I can handle close by myself."
You nodded, any excuse to take off early was a good one. Especially such a conveniently timed one.
Adrian perked up at the news. "Wait, you're almost done with your shift?"
"Yeah, I guess I get off early tonight. Lucky me!"
"Does that mean you can drink with me?"
"What about your friends?" You gestured towards the booth where the rest of his group was gathering their things.
"They want to leave soon, but I'll stay if I can buy you a drink." He looked at you with big pleading eyes and you noted how bright and green they were.
You thought about it for a moment. You usually never drank with customers but… maybe a one-time exception wouldn't be too bad? Spending the rest of the evening drinking with a nice stranger who thought you were pretty could be worse.
"Sure, why not?" You smiled at him and winked. "It is your birthday after all."
You finished cleaning up and clocked out. Adrian was waiting for you as you walked out from the back without your apron. His friends were in the process of closing out the tab with your manager and the booth they had been in was mostly empty, save for two shots waiting for you.
You slid onto the cushioned seat and watched as Adrian said goodbye to the others. Chris clapped him on the shoulder and said something low in his ear that made Adrian whip his head up and look at you with an expression you couldn't quite read.
Your attention was pulled away from the interaction as your manager walked over and placed several candy colour shots and two bright teal cocktails down in front of you.
"Uh, thanks?"
The older woman rolled her eyes. "They're from the big guy that's just leaving. Said something about celebrating properly with something sweet?" She gave you a pointed look and walked off as Adrian came back over.
"What are these?"
You shrugged. "Apparently I have some catching up to do."
The next hour or two passed in a blur after you'd downed the shots and were working on the cocktails in order to catch up with Adrian, who had been drinking all night. The conversation got loud, with the two of you ending up arguing passionately about Star Wars, much to the annoyance of the few other patrons nearby. By the time the bar closed, you had definitely caught up and Adrian had sobered up a bit, leaving the both of you still rather tipsy. Your manager shuffled the two of you to the curb and warned you to get home safely.
"Did you have a good night?"
He grinned at you. "I had a great night."
You grinned back, warm and fuzzy from the alcohol.
"So… I'm just headed that way." You pointed in the general direction of your apartment.
He nodded at you but didn't make any movements. You're not exactly sure that you wanted a strange guy to follow you home but you were still slightly disappointed at his lack of response.
You headed down the street you had pointed towards and got about a block away before you realized Adrian was hot on your heels.
"Do you…also live this way?"
He shook his head. "Not at all, but there's no way I'm letting you walk home alone while drunk."
"What? Why not?"
He frowned at you. "You need someone to protect you, it's kind of dangerous for women out here."
"Oh, so I can't protect myself? Just because I'm a girl?" You stopped in your tracks and put your hands on your hips in annoyance, wobbling a little on the sidewalk. Your indignance at his insinuation briefly overshadowed the fact that you kind of wanted him to come home with you.
"Yes? I mean, no! …Kind of? Wait, is that sexist? Fuck." He was scrambling to explain himself and failing miserably.
"You're just as drunk as me, what help are you gonna be?" You poked him in the chest to emphasise your point.
"Okay maybe, but I can still ki-" He cut himself off suddenly and shook his head. "Look, there's safety in numbers! I'm walking with you, end of story." He grabbed your hand that was still poking at him and tugged you further along the path behind him.
"Fine, but you don't even know where you're going!"
"Oh. Right." He sighed, stopped and dropped your hand, looking back at you. "Which way?"
You rolled your eyes but grabbed his hand again and directed him towards a side street in the opposite direction he had been headed.
"Just down here. It's not far so you don't have to waste too much of your time."
"It's not a waste if I'm spending it with you." He muttered, looking everywhere but directly at you.
It was your turn to blush, taken aback by his unexpectedly sweet words. You kept a firm grip on his hand as you approached your apartment building.
You were just nearing the building door when you tripped on an uneven chunk of sidewalk and suddenly you were headed straight for the ground.
You braced yourself for an impact that… never came. Instead, a pair of strong arms shot out, wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards. Rather than hitting the cold cement, you were now pressed against a very warm and solid chest. You had no idea how but Adrian had managed to save you from a brutal face plant.
You spun around to face him in shock. He loosened his grip to allow you to move but didn't let you out of his arms as he stared down at you with concern etched onto his face.
"Holy shit, are you okay?"
"You caught me." You stared up at him as he held you tight. Have his eyes been this green all night?
"Yeah, of course I did." His nonchalant tone made you giggle again. Of course , he did. You were still staring up at him and he was getting more concerned.
"Are you sure you're okay? You're breathing really heavy."
"Just…don't move." Your voice was low and soft, you were entirely distracted by how shiny his lips looked in the streetlight.
You found yourself leaning in close without even meaning to, swayed by the warmth in your veins flooding from his hands around you. Your hand slipped behind his neck as you rose on your tiptoes, slowly invading his space and getting unbearably close to his face.
You could feel his breath on your face, tinged with the pineapple cocktails he'd been drinking all night. The sweet scent wasn't helping your impulse control and you were so close to those soft, pink lips…
Your eyes flicked up to his, finding those bright green spots behind his silver frames. He caught your gaze and you saw something flash across his eyes. His grip on your arms tightened as his breathing stuttered and he finally closed the gap between you.
He tasted like pineapple with a faint hint of whiskey, a combination you thoroughly enjoyed. A warmth spread through your lips and into your very bones as he pressed into you until you both broke away panting for air.
"Hey, Adrian?" You murmured, still trying to catch your breath from the kiss.
"Yeah?"
"Would…you like to come upstairs?"
He paused for a moment, glancing over at the apartment complex door then down at you, still being held tight in his arms.
"Do you want me to come upstairs?"
You giggled again. You couldn't help it, he was so silly. "Yes, that's why I'm asking."
He swallowed hard and you watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. With your lowered inhibitions and rising temperature, you gave in to temptation and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his throat. He inhaled sharply, instinctively tugging you closer to him.
"Okay, yeah. Upstairs. We should do that." His breath was shaky as his hands slid down your back to rest on your waist. The warmth from his touch spread through your body and you smiled up at him.
You stepped into the lobby, made your way to the elevators and waited for the doors to open. You hit the number for your floor as Adrian stepped in behind you. When the doors closed, he spun towards you and reached up a hand to gently cup your jaw, before pulling you in for another kiss. You sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him in closer. You let out a small moan as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly getting lost in the kiss and forgetting where you were.
He braced his free hand on the wall beside you and pushed you slowly against it, pressing his entire body into you. You relished in the warmth and didn't want to let him go. He slid his hand from your jaw down to your neck and was reaching under the strap of your top when the elevator doors loudly dinged open.
You squeaked, suddenly very aware of the compromising position you were in. You quickly disentangled yourself from Adrian and tugged on his hand, pulling him into the hall as you both exited the elevator.
"Come on!"
You dragged him by the arm down the hall and around the corner to your apartment door. Fishing out your keys becomes an arduous task as Adrian comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you back into again.
The keys slipped from your grasp and hit the floor, but you barely even noticed through the haze of Adrian's lips on your neck.
"I didn't want to stop, is this okay?" He whispers in your ear.
You were left breathless as his hand slid further up your hip, under the hem of your shirt. His warm palm ran across your bare stomach and every muscle in your abdomen tensed at the sensation.
"Oh god, yes."
He pressed more kisses along your neck as he ran his fingers along your skin, gently stroking along the waistband of your pants.
"We should-" You can barely get the words out as your body slowly melted under his hands and mouth. "-go inside." You managed to finish your sentence and he pulled away from you. You nearly whined at the loss of his touch but he swiftly grabbed your keys off the ground and turned them into the lock for you.
You had barely let him through the threshold of your apartment before slamming the door and pushing him against it, pulling him down for another kiss.
You made your way through the apartment, not bothering to stop the make-out session to give him a tour. You practically shoved him into your bedroom and pushed him down to sit on the edge of your mattress.
You quickly stripped off your work pants and top, standing in front of him in nothing but a plain black bra and panty set. You had a small smirk on your face as he stared up at you with wide eyes, his gaze running all along your body.
"Your turn."
"Oh, right." He snapped out of his daze and quickly pulled his sweater over his head along with his shirt.
"Oh my god." You didn't mean to say that out loud but how could you not? He was deceptively well-built under his clothes.
You marvelled at the bulk of his chest, shoulders and arms. His impressive muscle definition had been entirely hidden by his cardigan and plain T-shirt, you never would have guessed he was this fit. Your gaze trailed along his well-defined abs and down to the sparse pattern of hair leading past his waistband. You bit your lip at how gorgeous he looked, so strong and solid.
"Do you work out a lot or something?"
He laughed at your stunned comment.
"Something like that, yeah."
You watched him slip open his belt buckle and tug off his jeans, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark boxers. Before you could stare for even longer, he tugged you onto his lap and pulled you in for another kiss. You moved to straddle him and kissed him back feverishly.
His tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let him in. His hands swept over your thighs and up your spine as his tongue explored your mouth. Fiddling with the clasp behind you, he finally managed to undo your bra. You broke the kiss to lean back, tug the straps off your shoulders and fling it somewhere distant in your room.
He took the opportunity to run his hands up your ribs and along the underside of your now-exposed breasts, cupping them gently and making you gasp. You couldn't hold back the whimpers that flew out of your mouth as he brushed his thumbs against your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks.
He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, clicking his tongue against the hard nub. You grabbed the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the dark curls at his nape as you pressed him further into your chest, desperate to keep his mouth on you. His lips travelled across your chest, nipping and sucking at every inch of flesh he found.
Once you'd caught your breath, you gently cupped his jaw with a hand and pulled him up to look into his sparkling eyes.
"So…is there anything you want to do? It is your birthday, you know." You couldn't resist giving him a teasing smile.
The tips of his ears turned pink and he stared up at you with wide eyes.
"Really? Anything?"
You smiled wider at his awestruck expression. "Got something special in mind, birthday boy?"
"Maybe? Could you…um…" The blush slowly crept down his ears and across his cheeks as he stammered.
You gently rolled your hips against him and the tips of his fingers flexed against your soft thighs as he let out a small groan at the movement.
"Just relax. Go ahead and ask me."
He took a deep breath and looked up at you with a serious expression.
"Can you sit on my face? …please."
A jolt surged through you at the request. You took in his eager expression, the pupils in his green eyes blown out with desire. He nervously licked his bottom lip and drew your eyes downwards to his soft, pink mouth.
"That's what you want?"
He nodded vigorously, glasses slipping down his nose at the rapid movement. You laughed a little at his enthusiasm before leaning forward and gently removing his glasses. You folded them and stood up to place them on your nightstand before turning back to him.
"I'm in. How do you want me?"
His tongue flicked out across his bottom lip again, but much more deliberately this time. He sat back on your bed and lay down with his head on the pillows.
"Come here and grab onto the headboard."
A shiver raced down your spine as you looked down at this gorgeous man spread out before you, all yours for the night. You shimmied out of your black undies and knelt on the mattress, climbing up beside him. He slid a hand under your knee and helped you lift it up and over, holding you to hover above him with your legs bracketing his face.
His hands wrapped around your thighs, firmly holding you in place right over his mouth. The first few licks were tentative and light against your dripping core, his tongue cautiously exploring you. He let out a soft moan as your taste hit his taste buds and gripped your thighs harder.
"You taste fantastic." He mumbled into your inner thigh before running his tongue back over your folds.
As his mouth worked over you, you began to gently rock your hips against him, increasing the friction in the most delicious way. Picking up on your cues, he started to increase his pace, lapping at you with more pressure.
You let out a loud gasp when his tongue flicked over your clit, a noise which quickly turned into a low moan as he did it again. And again.
"Right there, oh god ."
You wound your fingers through his dark curls and held him in place, right over the bundle of nerves currently sending shockwaves through your entire body.
You rode the waves along with his face, cresting every time he hit that one sweet spot. You looked down at him, those gorgeous green eyes were glassy with lust as you coat his face with your own desire. God, you needed more of him.
"Hey, hey." You gently tugged on his hair and sat up a bit, moving off his face. "If you let me turn around, I can touch you."
He glanced up at you, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, this is incredibly fun but I'd love to taste you too."
"Fuck, okay." He didn't need much convincing. He braced your thighs and allowed you to swing one leg over, spin around and throw it back, bringing you to face the opposite direction. You settled yourself back over his face before turning your attention in front of you.
You could see how his cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be released. You slowly slipped his boxers down and his hard cock snapped against his stomach, thick with tension. He was long and thick, a drop of precum already leaking from the swollen tip. Yeah, this was a good idea. A really good idea.
You wrapped a hand around the base and began to stroke him up and down with gentle pressure. His hips arched up into your grip and a moan vibrated from low in his throat, rippling through your soaked pussy still pressed right against his face.
You found a solid rhythm between rocking against his face and pumping his cock, getting used to his size. When you were confident enough, you leaned down and swirled your tongue around the head.
The salty taste hit the back of your throat as you slowly slid him further and further into your eager mouth. It took some work and concentration but you managed to work all of him down into your throat without gagging. The choked moans he released when your lips hit the base of his cock were well worth the strain.
Any prior concern you had about this position was quickly worn away as you picked up speed, grinding harder against him. Your thighs started to shake and he tightened his grip on you, holding you steady as you started to come undone above him.
You were still bobbing up and down on his cock, your moans being stifled with him deep in your throat. His fingers were pressing bruises into your skin with their grip and he couldn't stop his hips from jerking up, forcing himself deeper into your mouth, chasing his own release.
You were desperately trying to breathe through your nose and not choke as he fucked up into your throat, teetering on the edge of orgasm as he ran the tip of his tongue over your clit again and again.
You braced your hands on his thighs as the rubber band finally snapped, your pussy drenching his face as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You somehow managed to keep your throat open as he thrust up a few more times before spilling down your throat in return. You dutifully swallowed and slowly pulled back, releasing his softening cock.
You rolled your hips off his face and flopped onto the mattress, grateful for the change in position. Your thighs were going to burn tomorrow but god, that was worth it. You rested for a moment, waiting for the last waves of bliss to fade before moving again.
You crawled to the other side of the bed and lay next to him for a little while, lazily enjoying playing with his dark brown curls and counting his freckles as you both recovered from your climaxes.
His hands were idly dragging across your skin, tracing unknown patterns along your thighs and stomach.
"Hey."
You turned to face him and let out a small giggle at the dopey expression on his face.
"Hey."
" …Do you have any condoms?" He wouldn't look you in the eye as he asked.
"Round two already? I'm impressed."
He flushed immediately, turning pink and twitching his fingertips against your hip. Your cheeks were starting to hurt with how much this man made you grin like a maniac. It was so much fun to tease him, to make him blush. He was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.
"Uh, yes? Only if you want to." He quickly reassured you.
You smiled and hopped off the bed to rummage around on your nightstand. Oh, you definitely wanted to. You tossed a foil wrapper at him and climbed back on the mattress. You watched carefully as he sat up on his knees and pumped his rapidly hardening cock in his fist a few times before rolling on the condom.
He rolled over on top of you and nudged your thighs apart to make room. You held your breath with anticipation as he ran his fingers across you, smiling when he found you already wet. He gripped his cock at the base and ever so slowly slid the head against your core. He easily slipped through your folds, gathering the wetness along his cock in preparation.
"Ready?" He looked down at you, waiting for permission.
You cupped his face in your hands, drew him close and looked into his impossibly green eyes.
"Yes."
He leaned down to capture your lips as he lined up his aching cock with your entrance. He pushed inside you, slowly sinking in inch by inch. You felt the burn of the stretch for a moment as he finally bottomed out, and he paused for a second to let you adjust. The sensation quickly melted into bliss and you felt impossibly full with him buried completely inside you.
You rolled your hips against him, urging him to start moving. He placed his lips on your neck as he slowly began to thrust into you. You gripped his shoulders and arched against him as his teeth scraped along your neck and down your collarbone while he found a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of your soaking pussy. He bit down gently on your shoulder and snapped his hips, forcing a loud moan from you.
Sitting back on his heels, he slid his hands under your knees and pushed them down into the mattress, forcing his cock even deeper. The new angle allowed his sharp thrusts to hit that sweet spot right in your core, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through you.
You couldn't stop from crying out as the pleasure wound up, pulling tight in your lower abdomen. He groaned, the loud sound torn out of him in response to feeling you fluttering around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tight.
"I want to feel you cum," he practically growled in your ear. "Be a good girl and cum on my cock."
"Oh, fuck."
The unexpected dominance in his voice sent liquid fire through your veins and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. His control was slowly slipping and his pace quickened, slamming his hips into yours and sending both of you hurtling towards the edge. You grabbed at his shoulders, your nails digging into him with each stroke.
A few more thrusts, perfectly angled to hammer into just the right spot making you whimper uncontrollably right in his ear, and both of you tumbled off the cliff together. The warmth you'd been feeling all evening spread to every atom of your body as you floated through your orgasm, leaving Adrian gasping for breath as you contracted tightly around him, your cunt desperately milking every drop out of him.
Once he'd caught his breath, he carefully pulled out and snapped the used condom off, tossing it in the small waste basket next to your bed. He climbed back into your bed and collapsed next to you, careful not to crush you with his body weight. He reached out an arm and snagged it around you, pulling you close. You cuddled into his side, fully content and boneless in his arms.
"Hey, Adrian?" You mumbled into his shoulder.
"Hmm?"
You leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before snuggling back into him and closing your eyes.
"Happy Birthday."
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A/N: You cannot tell me this boy is not shy af and so goofy around pretty girls without the mask on 😂 Civilian Adrian trying to be normal is the sweetest, this was so much fun. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know what you think ~
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Setting:
Cabin
Genre:
Mystery
Trope:
Undercover Married
Prompt:
On a roadtrip together
Kink:
Exhibitionism
from the fic prompt generator with Adrian?
ok i hope you were hoping for a full on fic bc here it is
Being Watched
smut, basically the prompt, i got carried away
“Adebayo I just don’t understand why we have to be married on all of these missions,” you sigh into the receiver of your burner phone, the sound of the shower in the cabin drowning out any possibility of your best friend hearing. The shitty flip phone looks ridiculous, and anyone would peg you as undercover at this resort. There are senators here, senators who very well could be butterflies, and you’re here with a flip phone in the honeymoon cabin after driving 6 hours in the Vigilante-Mobile with Adrian singing along to Carly Rae Jepsen. Not that you minded that part, you sang along with him and fed him sour gummy worms while he got you there safely.
“You guys just… work like that,” she responds, not even trying to hide her snickering on the other end. She’s right, check in at the resort went smoothly because Adrian slipped his right arm around your waist and made a show of waving around his wedding ring to all of the staff, kissing the side of your head and gushing about how excited he was that the bed was one of those vintage round ones from the 70s in the cabin. You yourself couldn’t stop blushing while you curled into him and clutched your suitcase close. You looked like a couple madly in love. Leota reminds you to keep your head on straight and to stay safe and all the other things you have to do before you’re rushing off the phone because you hear the shower stop.
It’s only a few moments until your friend, your best friend, comes out of the little bathroom of the cabin with nothing but a towel draped low around his hips.
Fuck, this was going to be harder than you thought.
But wasn’t it always? Don’t you always go through this? Adrian always parades around the hotel or villa or cabin you’re in with that damn wedding ring on his finger and you always practically jump out of your skin, itching to move closer to him under the sheets at night or to kiss his lips in private, away from potential counter surveillance.
A part of you suspects this is just a forced proximity thing. You didn’t always want to fall into bed with your best friend since high school, and you didn’t always wish the wedding rings were real. But now you do, sometimes overwhelmingly so…
“What? Did I scrub too hard and accidentally wipe a nipple off?”
Fuck, you’ve been staring, checking him out like some kind of perv. You shake your head, nervous that somehow Adrian gained the ability to read minds or something from too many hits to the head.
“Nope, I didn’t,” he confirms to himself, looking down at his bare chest to check.
“Sorry, Ade, I must have zoned out,” you physically shake yourself out of it. You can do this.
“Are you gonna shower too?” he asks, and you swear he’s flexing now, his biceps chiseled and shiny in the lamplight. You never thought of yourself as the type to go after muscular dudes, and you still aren’t really, Adrian is just an exception.
You nod, quickly rifling through your bag for your toiletries and speeding to the bathroom door for some privacy.
The click of the door in the latch triggers a sigh you didn’t realize was building in your chest. Just three more days, you tell yourself, three more days of this week long recon mission and you could go home, scrub the smell of his cologne off of you and touch yourself until you passed out to get rid of all this tension in your body.
You fiddle with the nob on the shower and shed your clothes quickly to jump under the slightly too hot spray.
This is exactly what you needed. You let the steam rolling off the tiles and your skin evaporate all the tension in your muscles and your mind. You relax fully. Maybe you can just spend the rest of the night in bed watching shitty cable movies and laughing and your feelings can bury themselves for the evening.
Your relaxation is short lived, though.
“Hey Honey?” Adrian calls through the door; Honey is the codename for when things go sour. Shit.
“Can I come in?”
You fiddle with the nob and quickly end your shower, lucky to be done with the shampoo so you can hastily grab the towel and wrap it around you.
“Of course, Sugar!” you call, back, quickly unlocking the door and open it for him to scurry in, now clad in his sweatpants and an athletic training top that truly did you no favors in sparing you from his looks. He presses his back against the door, looking up around the perimeters of the ceiling.
“What’s going on?” you whisper, clutching your towel tighter to yourself.
“We’re being watched,” Adrian tells you, pushing up his glasses and only letting his eyes dart briefly to your body, “I just saw one of the cameras turn on, little red light next to the smoke detector.”
“There’s supposed to be a light, Ade,” you sigh, “There’s supposed to be a red light. That means it's working to y’know, detect smoke.”
You roll your eyes and turn away from him, grabbing the loose sweatshirt you brought in here and bringing it down around you without disrupting the towel; a talent you mastered from having to bunk with the guys on too many occasions.
“No that’s—“ Adrian stops himself and curses under his breath, “I know that. You have a smoke detector in your apartment.”
You snap your head up to look at him while you grab your sweatshorts.
“Why do you say that like your apartment doesn’t have a smoke detector?”
Adrian just smiles at you.
“Okay,” you physically shake your head to keep yourself from doing the mental gymnastics on that one, pulling your shorts over your thighs, “So, typical plan H?”
You hate plan H. Plan H is a fake-out make-out until whoever is watching stops. You’ve done this countless times, and never has it gotten easier. Once you stop kissing its back to the normal friend shit and the ice cold longing that sinks into your gut. Every time his lips fall on yours you beg and pray to any god that will listen that this will be real, that you won't stop once you realize the coast is clear. Every time he makes you moan it's for real, and he always compliments your acting skills. You’re a shit fucking actor and you know it. You thought he knew it too, for how well he knew you.
You sigh.
“Plan H it is,” and you towel off your hair as much as possible. It's going to get ruined and you'll just have to re-shower in the morning. But if it gets surveillance out of your room, its worth the risk. No one ever wants to watch “newlyweds” go at it. He watches you squeeze the excess moisture from your hair with an expression you can’t exactly place. With Adrian, it’s usually so easy to tell how he’s feeling. Somehow, he never learned how to hide himself or how to be sarcastic or to read emotions. But this look in his eyes you can’t figure out; it’s dark and far off and seems to be trained on your knees of all places, from what you can tell of blotting your hair upside down.
This dance is like all the rest. You come barreling out of the bathroom all hand and lips and limbs and he practically throws you on the rounded mattress. Its like this every time, you throw your leg over his hip and he licks at your jaw and you moan and you cry out genuinely because you're sensitive and you love it.
You let yourself fall onto your back, not even putting your elbows down to break your fall. Adrian’s arms quickly cage you down like a vice, his entire body pushing onto yours, his weight apparent but not crushing.
“Fuck, I’m so glad I can call you my wife,” he says, looking into your eyes but loud enough for any camera to hear. You roll your neck back, opening it up for him to kiss the full expanse of it and play the role of dutiful lover.
“My love,” you gasp, his mouth latching onto the skin above your jugular. He sets your skin aflame, makes you burn. Adrian kisses all the skin on your neck he can reach before he throws the covers over you. This is the finale piece.
And god, how you wish this was real. It feels like torture to be so close to the real thing and to not actually have it. Knowing that you’ll be pent up and jumpy for the rest of this mission and spend an entire night with your vibrator between your legs the moment debrief is over. That the expectation now, that’s what always happens.
What you don’t expect is for Adrian to push himself back from you to pull his shirt from his chest. Fucking hell, you think, your eyes following the reveal of skin, from his happy trail on his abs to the little dusting of chest hair on his sculpted pectorals, the finale being his broad shoulders that lead to arms strong enough to carry you like you’re weightless.
He spreads your legs and pushes himself between them, and you immediately curse yourself for not putting on underwear when you threw on your shorts. That meant your panties were somewhere in the bathroom and there were so many more chances to embarrass yourself now. He slots himself between your legs in a way that looks real. Anyone watching on the other side of that little red light wouldn’t know the difference. That was key to Plan H, something you and Adrian had actually fumbled through practicing in his apartment one night, setting up his phone in different vantage points and testing what motions looked real.
Adrian pulls at the neckline of your sweatshirt, already stretched out from years of wear as you thread your fingers through his curls. God they feel so soft, so much more defined and luscious since you convinced him to ditch the five in one.
Adrian moans against your skin, and you go stiff.
“Do it again,” he whispers, the breath of a laugh on his words and it’s only now that you realized you had tugged on his hair.
You open your eyes to the sight of the mirror over the bed, taking in your appearance. Your hair is tangled and damp, you look like a drowned rat. Adrian however, is all rippling back muscles and reddened scar tissue from a nasty fight the two of you barely got out of making his pale skin look even more beautiful. Shit, this really looks real, the way he’s eagerly nipping at your collarbone and neck, the way he’s flexing his muscles and taking control of the situation. Adrian is many things, your best friend, a possible maniac, weapons expert, slightly emotionally stunted, but he could easily add erotic stand in on a movie set to that list.
You decide to help him out, hiking your parted knees up until they’re around his hips, and one of his hands grips the back of your knee and pushes the leg even farther. Without thinking, you let out the neediest whine you've ever heard, feeling your skin ignite. You have entirely too many clothes on. You watch your own eyes in the overhead mirror, pupils blown wide and a stray tear leaning from the outer corner, your lips fallen open in desperation. You’re fucked.
You tear your eyes away from yourself, desperate to do anything but break your own heart over the fact that this is not at all real and you will have to sleep in this very bed with him tonight. Your gaze drifts to the smoke detector with its damned red light.
It’s singular red light.
Just one, not two.
That means…
“Adrian! Adrian, stop,” your hands move to brace themselves on his chest, putting distance between you where his lips had made connection with the underside of your jaw.
He pulls apart like he’s been burned, all except for where your legs are still hitched around his waist.
“What’s wrong, did I hurt you?”
His eyes are wide with panic, darting around your face to look for signs of pain, of anger, of disgust. You know exactly what he’s doing. He’s been searching for that disgusted look since high school and he’s never grown out of it. You know the look well, having watched him make it towards women at community college, as well as being on the receiving end of it once or twice.
“No,” you say, your hand rubbing at his shoulder to try to soothe him. As much as he tries to say he doesn’t have emotions, you can feel them in his tense muscles.
“Ade, look at the smoke detector again.”
He does as you say, giving you a full view of his toned neck; gorgeous and just there for the biting and if this was real you would have wasted no time in sucking a dark hickey into the expanse of skin there, claiming him as your own for all to see. Not that he’s exactly someone who has people lining up to get with him, but still. If anyone wanted to they just couldn’t.
“It’s the normal amount of lights,” he says, but he makes no move to get off of you. You don’t want him to though, and it’s not like you untangle your legs from his waist either.
“They stopped watching,” he continues, eyes darting around, searching your face for a new game plan.
“I guess we should…” you trail off, avoiding eye contact as much as possible and finally starting to slip you legs away from where you had so hastily wrapped them around him. You had made a mistake there, getting way too into it yourself. This isn't the kind of place where you can get selfish, you think, there are lives at stake.
Adrian’s eyes are dark with something unknown, his expression unreadable as he searches your face once more.
“We don't have to,” his voice sounds so matter-of-fact.
“Adrian… what-” your eyebrows furrow as you wrack your brain trying to figure him out. You start to move your legs, unhooking your ankles and unlocking yourself from Adrian’s hips- when he stops you in your tracks; hand planted on your thighs to keep them in place.
“What if… What if I want to keep going?” he asks a bold question with an equally bold straightforward delivery. What if he wants to keep going? Is this a fucking joke? He isn't the type to joke like this.
“Do you?” you ask, ready to risk it all. The words are out of your mouth before you can weigh the consequences of them.
Adrian scoffs.
“Duh,” he says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. As if, of course, of course he would want to keep going, would want to keep ravaging you and throwing you into the deep end of this torture.
“We… Our friendship,” you gasp, grasping at something almost dumbly.
“You mean our friendship that I already totally ruined?” he balks, as if you're late to the party, as if you should already know.
“Ruined?” you parrot, and his left hand shoots to your knee,keeping you from slipping away from him.
“Yeah, I mean like, by falling in love with you and shit. I thought you knew. Chris makes fun of me all the time,” he admits, and finally his grip on you loosens. He gives you every opportunity to move away and get out of this position. That look of bracing for disgust evident in his eyes again in full force and absolutely killing you.
“Adrian,” you say, trailing off, the words confirming in failing on your tongue. Of course you'd heard Chris making fun of Adrian, but he makes fun of Adrian for everything so you figured it was better to ignore it.
Adrian pushes himself off of you to lean back on his knees, starting to pat the bed feeling around for his shirt.
“Wait, Ade!” You almost scream, ready to beg as long as he stays exactly how he is. Between your legs.
He freezes, his expression unreadable to you for maybe the first time ever.
“What if I want to keep going too?” you ask, voice timid and far away, but your arms remain loose and planted around his neck.
“Do you?” he asks, not at all hiding his enthusiasm. You fucking love that about him. He looks so excited. So happy, and knowing it's all for you...
You fucking kiss him instead of formally responding, arching your back and pushing yourself up to connect with him, forcing your lips to make contact so he knows, he knows, that you’re desperate for it. His tongue licks against your lips and you moan wantonly, not unlike your fake recon moan, but this time entirely real and something you fully intended on hiding until Adrian embarrassingly pulled it from you.
You accept his tongue in your mouth eagerly, letting him take the lead and pulling more moans from you, absolutely kissing all of your resolve out of you.
“Fuck me, Ade,” you whisper, puling your lips away from his for a moment, ready to scream the same words if he asks.
“Me?” he asks, “You want me? Jesus, I’ve been waiting so long to hear that.”
“Not as long as me, I promise,” you laugh, and pull him back down onto you, fingers threading into his curls again.
You tug on his hair again as his teeth graze your bottom lip, earning an absolutely sinful groan from his lips. You've heard this man yell and scream and groan in pain but nothing like this; this is like heaven itself, better than any drug you could think of. Better than the indica strain in your vape that Adrian always yells at you for hitting in the Vigilante-mobile.
He bites down on your lip, not worrying about whether or not it hurts, reveling in the yelp you let loose against his mouth. Adrian’s hands travel up your thighs, over your hips and those little sweat shorts, squeezing right against your pelvic joints, and then finally they dip under your sweatshirt, his hot calloused hands against your smooth skin.
“You know,” he starts, open mouth working its way back from your mouth to your jaw, “It kinda sucks they aren’t watching anymore. Woulda been hot.”
Your brain fries and short circuits at his words. You peek an eye open at him, eyes blissfully closed and still continuing his kissing as if that was the most normal thing for him to say. Honestly, you figured Adrian had to be into some kinky shit. You've heard him discuss his threesomes with Chris, and you've seen what the trunk of his sebring looks like. He can protest all he wants but you know the fuzzy pink handcuffs aren't for any kind of “bad guy” he could be up against. Plus, he just kills them. He doesn't exactly take prisoners.
“You wanted an audience for this?” Surprise more evident in your voice than you meant it to be. Part of you thinks you might have slipped and fell in the shower and this is some sort of hallucination or fucked up knock-out dream.
His hips twitch and buck into yours, and you easily respond with a roll of your hips in return.
“Want those fucks to see I finally got the girl,” he responds, rocking his hips back up into you again, but on purpose this time. His hands travel to your chest and your heart breaks for him a little. You know if this goes well you'll be his first real girlfriend. The first girl to spend more than one consecutive night, the first girl to do dishes and laundry with him, the first girl to not run because you know all the ugly shit he’s done and you already don't care.
“Always had me, babe,” you pant. Your back arches off the mattress as you meet the movement of his hips, now working up a rhythm against each other.
“We both just needed to pretend to be married to get it right,” you joke, pushing him back only enough for you to wiggle out of your sweatshirt and throw it towards the edge of the bed. Now you know what Adebayo was talking about on the phone. You guys just work like that. Like a married couple, like a real couple. He laughs and starts kissing down your chest, immediately latching himself onto one breast while he grabs at your waist. You tug on his hair again as your other hand starts to travel his toned back. He’s absolutely beautiful, you think, running your fingertips over the freckles along his shoulder blades that you've memorized at this point.
“Need to-,” you gasp as he bites down on the underside of your breast, and you're sure youll be covered in marks by dawn, “Need to feel you.”
You aren't sure when you became a beggar, or maybe Adrian just made you one.
“Oh you’ll feel me,” he promises, starting to kiss his way down your ribcage, down your stomach. He’s much more of a kisser than you imagined, much more attentive and much more loving. You almost feel bad for not thinking of him like this when you used to touch yourself to the thought of him. That feeling immediately dissolves when he then bites at your hip, his hands pulling at your shorts to give him more access to your skin.
It’s awkward and fumbling to get you out of your shorts, not unlike two teens going at it on prom night, all nerves and fear and curiosity bound in eagerness. He tries to whip them off of your calves, resulting only in jerking your ankles up awkwardly, and the two of you burst into a comfortable laughter as you remove them yourself the rest of the way.
He freezes for a moment, finally seeing you completely bare. At first, it’s extremely flattering, his lips hanging open and his eyes wide as they search your form.
And then you find your arms slinking from their position on his shoulders to try to cover yourself, only to be stopped by Adrian himself. His rough hands wrap themselves around your wrists, pinning them down so they can’t go where you wanted.
“Can’t hide from the Vigilante,” he jokes, bravado evident in his voice.
You only roll your eyes and giggle in response.
“Please don’t tell me you’ll be Vigilante in bed too,” you counter.
“Might chase you.”
You know he’s serious, just like you know he’s serious about wishing the camera was still watching.
Heat floods your body, and suddenly all of this is so real, Adrian, his hips pressed against your bare body between your legs, his dusting of curly brown hair on his chest, the warm eyes behind glasses staring straight back into yours.
“Adrian…” you trail off, not sure what you're trying to say or ask. It's all just, the Adrian of it all.
“No, I’m serious, babe. I might chase you,” and everything in his tone tells you he’s serious.
“Please… Adrian,” you don't even finish the sentence, because he knows exactly what you're asking for. His hands abandon your wrists to find themselves on your hips again and his lips find your own. He kisses you deeply, like a promise, hard and slow as his fingers move eagerly. Featherlight touches you didn’t expect him capable of trail from your hips to the apex of your legs. You’re so thankful you shaved in the shower; you know Adrian wouldn’t actually give a fuck about body hair, but there’s just something about a first impression you can’t help but feel.
You gasp against his mouth the moment his finger dips and bumps against your clit, clumsy, but perfect. He doesn't stop kissing you as he explores further, tracing circles against your clit delicately, and then more forcefully.
You can tell by the way he kisses you that he’s studying, testing the waters to see what gives you the most pleasure, what you react most to. He switches from his circular motion to a rocking back and forth of his fingertip over your clit, and you think it's lights out for a second; Fuck, it feels so good.
“Oh, that's it,” he whispers, lips still smashed against yours. You can only whine in response, high pitched and needy. You try to arch your back, try to move in any way you can to get Adrian better access to you. He only pushes you further, his grip of one hand so tight on your hip it could bruise, the other working hard to make you feel good. But he doesn't even need to work that hard, with the way you are moaning and crying against him. Your skin burns under his touch, and freezes with the absence of it. You come alive like a wire tripped and electrified under him. You love it, and you knew you would, but it feels so different from the idea of him and the real thing. There's so much romance here, even if Adrian’s lack of romance could possibly deny that.
“Fuckin’ love it,” you moan against him, and he tries to roll his hips, incapacitated by his own hand. Quickly he pulls himself away letting his sweatpants clothed cock shove against you.
You can feel it, sort of. You can feel that his cock is big and that he knows how to move his hips but you want to know everything about it, want to memorize every ride and twist and dip of his body.
You pull your lips from his, ripping yourself to the side just long enough to speak.
“Gimme all of it,” you beg, and he absolutely does not hesitate. Adrian removes his hand from where he's working you over to the waistband of his pants so he can free himself for you.
He wiggles his sweatpants down awkwardly, fumbling and tangled up, but frees himself without any comment from you. You can’t say that you were exactly graceful either, the eagerness taking over your motor skills momentarily.
Adrian pauses for a second, letting the moment sink in. You’re bare before each other for the first time on purpose. It’s not like when he would come in through your window unannounced after work and you’d scream and throw shoes at him. It’s full of lust and love and sheer nerves. For both of you, it isn't your first time, but as he pushes into you without weird decorum of virginity, it feels almost alien, but at the same time, this is how it's supposed to happen. He bottoms out with a little smile, searching your face for any sign of pain or discomfort. If he finds any, it fades away quickly with a kiss. His eyes are the prettiest shade of brown, you think, feeling your own little smile grace your lips.
“Guess the newlywed cabin is living up to its name finally,” you joke, stopping again to press a kiss against his lips, “only took, what, multiple missions?”
Seven. It took seven missions.
Adrian snaps at this point. His hips move, completely without warning to thrust back out and into you again, so roughly and perfectly Adrian that it feels too good. It's everything you imagined and more.
“Wish this was happening every time,” He thrusts more, “Imagined us actually married.”
He moans, relinquishing his self control to how good it feels. All of your nerves were already on fire, but his words kick you into overdrive, the same way that when you hold your finger over a candle too long it feels almost cold. Your nails rake down his back as his pace picks up, your legs around his back giving you leverage to thrust back on every snap of his hips.
“Wanna be yours,” you moan, your head thrown back against the pillow to give yourself better leverage to arch your back.
“Wish that fuckin’ camera was still on,” He groans, “Want everyone to know you’re mine.”
He dips his head down, first connecting with the underside of your jaw, then to the side of your neck where he bites down, hard and unapologetic; You know it's gonna bruise up to a dark purple by morning.
“Fuck,” you moan, “Keep that up and they’re gonna.”
Adrian only laughs against your skin, and bites down again. He doesn’t falter or change his pace, his hips always snapping recklessly against you. You feel more full than you ever have, something about Adrian invading all of your senses and overwhelming all of them has you a mess already. You’re sure he’s gonna last longer than you, already your body feeling like it’s floating in space and already your mind drowning in everything Adrian.
“Adri-” you whine, but off by your own voice, as your body jolts under his touch. More accurately, his slap. Its light and playful and just enough to drive you that much further towards the edge.
“Oh… You liked that?”
You nod.
He laughs, scrunching his nose to try and push his glasses back up his nose.
“I knew you would. Had to be kinky if you were into me,” he sighs, before slapping your cheek again a little harder, and you find your moan melting into a laugh. He’s so effortlessly hot while still being adorable Adrian. He knows you so well.
“Fuck me harder, babe,” you beg, finding it harder and harder to form words as tension rises in your body, your body overheated and every nerve like fireworks. Adrian seems to be spurred on even more by the pet name, immediately pushing into you even harder the second you call him babe.
You can feel your orgasm building quickly, now completely sure you're gonna finish before him. He pistons into you, hips pressing flush against you, his balls against your ass. He’s no longer pulling all the way out, instead staying deep inside you and grinding his hips harder into you. It's absolutely driving you wild, moans and whines spilling from your lips. You're close, so incredibly close, and there's no way he can’t feel it from his position. He presses his whole being against you, his sweaty chest against you, his forehead pressed against yours.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is even more perfect than you ever could have imagined. And now you see it, the way Adrian could so easily pretend you were actually married. How easily all of this came to you both, how well you knew each other's bodies without ever doing this before. That deeper feeling without a name.
Your fingers move from his back, surely scratched and maybe even a little ripped up from your nails, and to his scalp, to those bouncy curls that you always look for in a crowded room.
“Fuck!” Adrian practically shouts as you pull at them, rutting harder into you even still. That pushes you over the edge, and you barely register the shaking of your legs or the low moan in your throat as your fist tightens in his hair.
“Goddamn,” he chuckles, hands leaving their place on the mattress to cup your cheeks as he lets you come down from your high and finishes off himself. You whine almost pitifully as you can feel the searing heat of him spilling inside you, and he just soothes you with the sweetest kisses you've ever tasted. He stays there a little while, a lot more gentle and intuitive than you expected of him. He wipes away tears you hadn't realized had fallen and he lets you catch your breath.
“My pretty wife,” he sighs, moving slowly as he finally pulls out of you, the sting of his departure and the cool air of the cabin knocking you like a wave.
“Not your wife,” you correct him, but your voice is full of love and exhaustion.
Not your wife, yet, at least. You can't afford to get ahead of yourself, especially not when you work on this team, but you let the thought pass through your mind without punishing yourself at least.
Adrian just laughs, full and boisterous as he pulls you into his chest and holds you there in an iron grip. You think for a moment, that maybe he does that so you won't leave. You weren't planning on it anyway.
“I still wish the camera was on,” he sighs, pressing a kiss to your hairline.
“I know, babe,” you mumble, eyes getting heavier.
And then.
“Wait, Adrian, can we circle back to the thing where I don't think you own a smoke detector?”
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Vigilante Hotline - Adrian Chase x Reader
A/N: hi. my brain works in mysterious ways and i had this idea earlier on when i responded to an ask and now here we are, three hours later with a silly little vigilante fic. it's literally just text interactions, vig's texts are the ones that end with 🧜♂️ (obviously). but yeah. i had a lot of fun writing this, and i'll be SO happy to write more if y'all want it?? idk. anyway enjoy i guess!
Warnings: mentions of groping/non-consensual touching (grabbing ass, etc), creepy men, mentions of violence/injuries, language (are we surprised), and just vig being generally unhinged as always. (let me know if i've missed anything!!)
Word count: 2.9k. oops.
Summary: You text in to Vigilante's 'Vigilante Hotline' after a bad encounter at the club.
likes, comments and rbs are very much appreciated <3
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You've heard of it, of course you have. It's the town's worst kept secret. The little side hustle that Evergreen's favourite local murderer-slash-vigilante (who's conveniently named Vigilante) runs at the weekend, when the clubs and bars are busy and the creepy assholes come out to play, preying on and harassing unsuspecting victims who, by the end of the night, are probably too drunk to even remember their faces when they wake up.
The cops know about it, too. They've made weak attempts to shut down his operation over the last couple of months, but really he's doing them a favour. They're already in over their heads with calls when the Friday night crowd hits the town's nightlife, so why not just let him operate under their noses? At least, for now. Until they can apprehend him.
So, yeah. You know of it, but you've never utilised it before, because truthfully you've never really had a reason to. You like to party, but your nights out are usually spent with your girlfriends, keeping a close watch on each other and avoiding interactions with men who look like they're bad news like the plague. It's a system that works, one that keeps you out of trouble and away from bad pick-up lines and hands where you most definitely don't want them to be.
Tonight is different, though.
Your friend bailed on you at the last second, a family emergency, and you were already dressed up, so you decided that instead of wiping off your makeup and changing back into your sweats, you'd go out anyway. What's the worst that could happen?
You soon found out that the worst came in the form of Brett Lucas. A guy you knew in high school, someone you haven't spoken to in years. He found you at the bar, used the shittiest lines you've ever heard, and then bought you a drink. You decided to entertain it, because if he was willing to fund your night, then why not? You kept your hand firmly over your drink while he made derogatory jokes about other women and commented on your body and your dress. When he asked you to dance, you agreed, hoping you'd be able to lose him on the crowded dance floor.
That didn't happen, though. Instead, he got a little too touchy-feely, kept his hands firmly on your hips and pulled your body close to his until he got brave enough to slide them on to your ass and squeeze. Hard. You freaked out, told him to back the fuck off, and instead of showing any remorse, he cussed you out. Called you a fucking slut and told you that you're a bitch for leading him on and making him think he had a chance at getting into your pants.
Now, you're standing just down the street from the club, staring at the oddly professionally made poster that's been flimsily taped to a lamppost, a little picture of the all-too familiar masked man that you've seen on the news and wanted posters right in the middle.
Vigilante Hotline
Have you been a victim of a fucking creep in a club who just won't leave you the fuck alone?
Did the guy at the bar use his worst pick-up line and then immediately assume that you're into him and it's okay to touch you without your consent?
Do you wish you could fuck them up without having to face the consequences yourself?
It's your lucky day, because I can fuck them up for you!
Text their name and/or a description to the number below and I'll make them wish their mom swallowed!
(This part is just to cover my ass so, if I accidentally beat up or kill the wrong person... my bad!)
You chew down on your bottom lip, looking between your phone and the poster. You've never really been a vengeful person, you've never wished harm on anyone or caused harm to anyone, but in this moment, it's tempting. You're a little bit tipsy, irate and unsettled. The one night you decide to go out on your own, and this happens? It's a little too tempting.
But is what happened enough to contact a guy who's known and wanted for murder? Is what he did enough to warrant the beatdown of a lifetime?
You sigh to yourself before slipping your phone back into your purse, deciding that it's not worth it. But as you begin to walk away, you remember his loud, jarring cackle whenever he cracked himself up at his own shitty jokes. The way his eyes never met yours, always trained on your chest or your thighs. His gross, sweaty hands roaming all over your body before they went to grope you on the dance floor, thinking you wouldn't react because you were surrounded by other people and it'd be too embarrassing for you to make a scene.
No. Fuck it. That asshole deserves it.
You spin around quickly and pull out your phone, adding the number to your contacts and quickly typing out a message, sending it before you can even give yourself another second to think it through.
'Hey. First time texting in. Need some help. Brett Lucas. White blonde dyed hair. Awful beard, doesn't match his hair. Around 5'9. Wearing a pink shirt and black jeans. Got handsy with me. Grabbed my ass on the dance floor. Don't kill. Just rough him up a little, please.'
You don't even have a minute to breathe before your phone pings. Fuck. Alright. He's fast.
'Sick. A first time user. Happy to help. Where can I find him? 🧜♂️'
'He was in Dazy Nights, downtown. You know where that is?'
30 seconds pass. Your phone pings again.
'Yep. Got it. Thank god for GPS. Don't worry, first timer. I'll fuck him up the ass so hard his he'll wish he'd never even been born, as advertised. Not literally, though. I'm not gonna actually fuck him up the ass. That'd be weird. But not because I'm homophobic. My dad is gay. More because he's a creep and he touched you inappropriately. 🧜♂️'
"What..." You mumble under your breath as you read the text, an incredulous giggle escaping you. This guy, whoever he is, is seriously fucked in the head, you decide. A little funny, too. But you can't complain too much. You contacted him, you made the choice to text his number and incite some indirect revenge. So you just shake your head, and text back.
'Thank you. I appreciate it. Again, don't kill. Just get him good.'
'Noted! No problemo. But if you ever do need me to kill, don't hesitate to ask, first timer. Seriously, I'm so down for it. Guys like that deserve it. 🧜♂️'
You decide to cut the conversation there, sliding your phone back into your purse. You feel a little sick to your stomach as you walk yourself home, guilt and regret stalking you the entire way, following you into your home and crawling into bed with you.
But as you lay there, wide awake, you remind yourself of what he said. Guys like that deserve it. And maybe he's right. Maybe this is for the best, maybe next time fucking Brett will think twice before making unwanted advances. Maybe you've saved someone else from the suffering the same fate as yourself at his hands.
That thought helps you sleep a little easier.
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Monday rolls around quicker than you'd have liked it to, and all you've been able to think about over the weekend is that short conversation you had with Evergreen's own Vigilante a few nights ago. You spent all of Saturday morning re-reading the messages. Saturday night was spent in front of the TV, with some rom-com you've been meaning to watch playing as background noise while you thought about the messages. Sunday, you tried to distract yourself. You went out for brunch with a few friends, but as soon as you made it through your front door, your mind wandered right back to him and that silly little mermaid emoji that made his threats of murder seem a little lighter.
You wonder if he actually did it; whether he made good on his promise to fuck him up so badly that he'd be wishing he was never born. Part of you hopes he did, that he managed to find that fucker before he made it home and gave him a beating he'll never forget. The other part of you hopes that he missed out on the opportunity, if only to subside the quiet, yet nagging, guilty conscience in your head.
Work is a welcome distraction from the weekends events. Deadlines that need to be met, lunch with your co-workers, and your micro-managing boss that never seems to leave you the fuck alone when you're trying to do your job. It's all incredibly exhausting and boring, but at least it gives you the chance to take your mind off of what happened at the weekend, and the masked vigilante that's been invading your thoughts all weekend.
You haven't thought about it all day, until you pull up to the grocery store after work, and you see him. Brett.
He hasn't seen you, you're safely locked away in your car, but you can see him. He's standing outside the store, cigarette in hand, talking to a guy who you can only assume is one of his friends – he looks like he's just as much of an asshole as Brett. From where you're parked, you can see the shiner of a black eye on his face, dark blue bruising that extends to his forehead. There's numerous cuts and scrapes on his cheeks, and it's looks like his lips have been completely bust up.
It makes you feel slightly ill, looking at him, knowing that you're the one behind this. But at the same time, you can't help but smile to yourself, feeling weirdly... satisfied.
You grab your bag and pull out your phone, unlocking it and scrolling through your texts until you find the chat with the contact you've named 'VH'. You stare at your screen for at least a minute, re-reading the short conversation from Friday night over and over again. You want to text him. Hell, you've found yourself wanting to text him again all weekend, and you can't quite seem to place your finger on why that is. What would you even say to him? 'Hey, thanks for doing at great job at fucking up that guy's face, I really appreciate it'?
With a sigh, you lock your phone, trying to kick the urge to converse with a vigilante to the curb. But before you know it, you're typing in your password again and sending him a 'Hey'.
You keep the chat open, but you make a point out of looking away from the screen, hoping that if you don't look, he'll reply faster. Minutes pass by, and you're slightly disappointed by the absence of the jarring pinging of your notification bell. Then you remember that he probably has a life outside of being Vigilante. He's most likely just a normal guy, with a normal job and friends and family, he probably doesn't spend all of his time checking whatever burner phone he uses to run the hotline.
Just as you're about to lose hope that he'll respond, your phone pings.
'Woah, hey. First timer's a second timer already? Did you get yourself into trouble just so you could talk to me? 🧜♂️'
It pings again, a few moments later.
'For the record, that was a joke. If you're in trouble again, I'm sure it's not your fault and I'm more than happy to help. Though I gotta remind you that I usually only do this hotline stuff on weekends, but I'd be more than willing to extend my hours. For you. What can I do for you? 🧜♂️'
You feel your face heat up, a grin beginning to creep across your lips as you read the two texts. 'For you'. That's oddly sweet. He's oddly sweet. You know what he's done, you know he kills people. You've heard the whispers around town, stories from the people who've been lucky enough break the law and survive one of Vigilante's attacks. Yet you can't help but be taken in by how... charming he is. Sure, this is only the second conversation you've had with him, but he's been so kind. Funny, too, in his own way.
The rush you get from texting him is intoxicating, and it only makes you want more. So you type out a response, and hit send.
'Nothing! I didn't get in trouble again. I wouldn't want you working overtime for me. But I did wanna talk to you. Just to say thank you for what you did for me. I saw Brett. You got him good. Gave him a real shiner of a black eye.'
Just a minute later.
'HA. Yeah. You should have seen it. He took a real beating. He cried like a fucking BABY. Begged me not to kill him. I made him apologise for harassing women, too. It was HILARIOUS. You were right about the beard, btw. Definitely makes him look even more of an asshole🧜♂️'
You're surprised to see a video loading up on your screen.
'He definitely didn't mean it, life or death situations call for desperate measures I guess. But at least you can laugh at him and his stupid fucking face. 🧜♂️'
Although you're hesitant to press play, you do so anyway. There, on your screen, is Brett. Beaten and bloody, begging for his life, and apologising through his tears for being a creep. Saying sorry for using bad pick-up lines, and objectifying women's bodies, and... groping asses on the dance floor. You freeze up when you hear that, a wave of panic washing over you. Does he... does he know that you're the one that sent Vigilante after him? Fuck. You didn't even consider the possibility that he'd put two and two together and figure out that it was you who texted in. You have to know if he knows, if Vigilante mentioned anything specific about why he went after Brett.
'You're right. That's funny. But I need to ask you something.'
'Anything! 🧜♂️'
'Does Brett know that I'm the one who texted you? Did you mention anything about me or what happened?'
You chew on your bottom lip as you await a response, and when you read his reply, you're more than relieved.
'Nah. I didn't say anything. I wouldn't. Vigilante-client confidentiality, and all that. He was the one that mentioned names. A whole list of them, actually. Kinda concerning how many women he named that could've been the one to contact me about him.🧜♂️'
'Okay. Cool. I guess I just never thought of the consequences of texting in. I didn't consider that maybe he'd know it was me. Had me kinda panicked for a sec.'
'Don't worry, I made it clear that if he ever tried to approach or contact you or any of the other women he named, I'd find out. And I'd kill him for it. You're safe. I got you. 🧜♂️'
For what feels like the hundredth time in, you find yourself smiling down at your phone as you read his text.
'Thank you. I appreciate that :). Hopefully you've taught him a lesson. Maybe he'll stay home when the weekend comes around. I think he'd be doing everyone a favour.'
'Hopefully! Listen, I gotta buzz. Work stuff. Not Vigilante work. I only do that stuff at night. Like my actual job kind of work. But I'll talk to you later, first timer. 🧜♂️'
'Yeah, of course. Sorry for bothering you while you're at work. And thank you, again.'
You take a deep breath before sending another text.
'My name is (Y/N), btw <3'
'First timer has a name? Fucking sweet. Obviously I know you have a name but you never told me, so in my head I've just been calling you first timer. But now you're (Y/N), which is cool. So talk later, (Y/N)! 🧜♂️'
'<3 🧜♂️'
You throw your phone on to the passenger seat, like it's burning hot to the touch and it's just scalded you. Did you... did you seriously just send a heart to Vigilante? And did he seriously just send one back? Wait, no. The heart isn't the biggest problem. You just told him your name. Your real name. What if he finds you? What if this whole funny-charming-kind thing is just an act, and you end up bleeding in a dark alley within a month?
"Fuck..." You mumble, leaning your head back against your seat, wondering what the hell you've just gotten yourself into. Wondering if you should just block his number and never think about him again.
It's a stupid idea, getting involved with someone like him. One that could leave you hurt, or dead. Anyone would call you crazy for it. You probably are crazy for it. But that's not enough to deter you from reaching for your phone and grinning down at it when he texts you later that night.
'Hey. 🧜♂️'
It's a dangerous game, but one that you're more than willing to play.
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Catharsis | Adrian Chase
this fic is race/ hair type/ body type neutral; why does that matter? If you feel I’ve overlooked something in regard to this, no matter how “small”, please let me know!
@stealsteels threatened to BEAT ME UP (real) if I didn't post this so I'm doing it.
(…in all seriousness, thank you for all of your encouragement, it truly means the world ♡)
word count | 5.1k (woof)
warnings/ notes | 18+, fluff/ smut; fingering, spanking, vibrators, kink exploration/ discovery, trusting and communicating with your partner (hot), service top Adrian, masochistic reader/ sadistic Adrian if you squint.
as noted, this contains spanking. It is of course fully consensual, something reader explicitly asks for and (most importantly) NOT a punishment, but I realize it still isn’t everyone's thing, so please be mindful.
also this is incredibly self indulgent and tbh maybe a little out of character, and turned out a lot fluffier and domestic that I intended.
ao3
minors/ ageless blogs please respect my wishes and do not interact with my work/ blog. I will block you :)
You hear him before you see him. A double shift at Fennel Fields followed by hours of shooting a bunch of appliances in the woods with Chris and he still careens into your apartment with all the intensity and finesse of a hurricane. The endless amount of energy he seemed to have was sometimes baffling, and while it was usually fun to have your own personal Energizer bunny around (especially in bed), sometimes you really envied it.
You especially envy it on days like today when you felt like you could barely drag yourself through a comparatively low stakes and low effort day.
That feeling doesn’t last long though, because as soon as he toes his shoes off (a task that takes significantly longer than it should because he refuses to untie his laces, insisting that it’s faster even though it clearly isn’t) and rounds the corner into the kitchen, he shoots you his signature smile and you instantly feel that warmth you only seem to feel around him.
Shoes successfully removed, he ambles over to where you stand in front of the stove, fanning yourself as you lower the heat of the burner. Strong arms instinctively find their way around your waist and he nuzzles into your side, dropping tiny kisses to your cheek. Said kisses are, of course, mostly a means of distraction so that he can reach around you to grab the spoon you'd been stirring with and stick the entire thing in his mouth, but it’s still cute enough to earn him a few kisses in return.
You return to stirring (with a new spoon), humming your replies as he launches into his recap of the day’s events. The recaps are rarely linear (sometimes they're not even coherent), so by now you’re used to the way he flip flops between how crazy the recoil from Chris' Desert Eagle was (“I mean yeah okay, I shot it without his permission, but holy shit babe that thing is crazy! Maybe I should get one. I mean when you think about it it’s actually kind of weird that we don’t have matching guns. Do you think he would think that was weird? If I got the same gun as him?”), to how he’d broken a guy's kneecaps after he'd caught him pushing his girlfriend into a wall in a dark alley, to how some other guy had actually proposed at Fennel Fields (“but don’t worry babe, when I propose it’ll be somewhere way nicer. Like at least Olive Garden or better.”)
The last bit earns him an eye roll and a nudge to the ribs, but you still can’t help the grin that pulls at your lips.
With dinner done, he finally disentangles himself from you to grab the plates and silverware and plops down in front of the tv. Tonight you’re finishing up the latest season of Barry (a show he finds hilarious, more for the gore than the actual comedy), but the second you take your seat next to him his arms immediately find their way around your middle.
“You know you can’t eat if you’re holding me, right?” you question, arching an eyebrow at him.
Undeterred, he pulls you even tighter, insisting that he “totally can though!”
“I’ve mastered the art. See, look,” He demonstrates said “mastery” by pulling you into his chest and bringing his plate around so that it sits on his open palm in front of you. He grins down at you, hopeful you’ll just ignore the high likelihood of pasta sauce spilling down your front with one wrong move. You pat his cheek and shake your head no, moving to separate your bodies. He pouts, truly pouts at you and once again find yourself unable to hide your smile.
“Okay okay, what about if you lay down on my chest and I put my plate on your back?”
“Then how would I eat?”
He ponders this for a second until you see another lightbulb go off.
“Okay, what about you sit in my lap and hold your plate and I-”
“I swear, if you suggest putting your plate on my head...”
“You didn’t let me finish!”
Another skeptical look before you sigh and motion for him to finish.
“...But yes I was going to say that.”
The way he seems to so desperately want this to work is perhaps a little annoying, but mostly very cute and endearing. Another eye roll makes it clear that his request is out of the question, and he’ll, for the time being, have to settle for eating like a normal person.
You turn your attention back to the screen just in time to see a guy's brains splatter as he gets shot in the head point blank. Despite the fact that you know about Adrian’s propensity for violence, it still gets to you and you wince. He pulls you tightly into his side, rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder and you settle into his touch, muttering your thanks into his sweatshirt and pressing a grateful peck to his chin. You sigh contentedly and press your face into his side and your eyes drift closed as you inhale his scent.
A bark of laughter jolts you awake. You hadn’t even realized you’d fallen asleep, but sure enough when you look up the credits are rolling. You yawn and stretch, craning your neck to look up at him and he seems to immediately sense your stare. He smiles that smile, the one that’s sweet like his normal one but also not, doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he’s thinking about something not so sweet, and the proof of what he exactly he's thinking is now pressing up against you. You turn to face him fully, taking in his lopsided smile and the slight splotchy blush creeping over his neck and plant a small teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Obviously this isn’t enough for him, and he leans over to gently grab the back of your neck and pulls you to him. The kiss is… kind of a lot, to be honest, but most things with Adrian are. Overeager as always he wastes no time licking along the seam of your mouth, asking for entry. You don't oblige him, not yet, opting to tease him instead as you nip his bottom lip.
You hug him closer, feeling the muscles in his back flex under your touch as he tilts your head to the side to suck at the skin of your neck. You move to straddle him but he's already getting impatient and makes a frustrated sound as he grips your thighs and pulls you the rest of the way into his lap. With you seated fully on top of him, he moves one hand to your hip to hold you solidly in place while the other snakes up under your shirt. Adrian is rarely smooth and tonight is no exception. His hands move over you as if he's unsure where to go or where to stop, touching you like it's the first time. They ghost over your stomach and up between your breasts before finally settling on your ass in a nice firm hold.
He finally frees your neck, laving sloppy kisses over your tender skin before pulling away completely. The momentary loss of contact is enough for you to come back to your senses and you push lightly against his chest.
“Hi.” Hi? You scoff at yourself. Great start.
You have no idea why you’re feeling so self-conscious all of a sudden, especially when he's looking at you like that.
The way he noticeably focuses when you have something to say, absorbing your every word is endearing but sometimes it also feels so intense. Especially now, when he’s sitting here, half hard underneath you, eyes growing wide and curious under his large frames.
You gather yourself and clear your throat.
“I uh, I actually wanted to talk about something. To ask you something, actually. I mean, we obviously don’t have to do it tonight, or do anything tonight. I mean I know you’ve had a really long day so I don’t want you to feel obligated to do it tonight, or at all even, if you don't want to. I don’t even know if it’s something you’d be interested in so, no pressure, obviously.”
You’re way too aware of the fact that you’re rambling, which is typically more of an Adrian thing than a you thing, but despite (or maybe because of) your awareness, you can’t seem to stop. The words just keep tumbling out, and now you’re getting flustered and a little bit annoyed with yourself, in large part because it's Adrian for Christ's sake. He's never judged you for your desires and you know it's not in his nature. Even now he just sits there, ignoring his own arousal, patiently waiting for you to get the words out, tracing comforting (albeit distracting) shapes against the tops of your thighs. In spite of all this you still struggle with simply just saying what you want– what you need. You take another breath.
"I want…"
You had what felt like the most supportive partner in the world, so why did this feel so fucking hard?
He nods, squeezing your sides, encouraging you to continue. “Tell me what you want. Tell me and I'll give it to you.”
"I, uh, I want you to spank me." You hold your breath, gauging his reaction carefully.
He immediately perks up at this and just like that, you’re at ease again. Not even a hint of the hesitation or confusion (or even worse, judgment or disgust) you’d dealt with the few times you’d brought it up with previous partners. Not even the well meaning (but kind of annoying) "I don't want to hurt you" you'd come to expect. Then again, this is Adrian, your Adrian, and now you’re wondering why you were even worried in the first place.
Then again, it wasn't like this was exactly a shocking revelation. Adrian already knew you liked some pain and he’d been more than happy to give you the occasional playful spank before, in and out of the bedroom. Even though what you're asking for now was much different, his reaction is a huge relief.
For his part, he sits there, fucking beaming at you. His eyes drift to your lips again, tongue sneaking out to lick his own as he leans in to nip at you this time. For a moment he lingers, like he can’t decide whether he wants to kiss you or move back down to your neck. He goes with the former, pulling you into a searing kiss. You don’t consider yourself the type to get easily flustered, but fuck if he isn’t literally taking your breath away right now. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, payback for earlier, and you gasp. His hand moves to cradle the back of your neck again, squeezing just the tiniest bit. You know he's barely using any of his strength and that knowledge makes you shudder.
“So, how do you want to do this?”
You laugh, “I um…” To be honest, you kind of hadn’t really put much thought into logistics and the kiss wasn't making it any easier to think.
You don’t have to flounder for too long though, because now that you’ve put the idea into his head, he’s running with it.
“Want me to bend you over the couch?”
Another thing most people don’t know about Adrian, and you’re thankful for this, is how… focused he can be. Especially when properly motivated.
“Or I could put you over my lap. Get you nice and relaxed and just… help get all the tension out. Would you like that? Hm?” Hia hands have drifted back to your ass and he pinches it now to emphasize his point, making you yelp.
You can tell how excited he’s getting both by the way he continues to ramble and by the way he’s started to absentmindedly rut up against you. You don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it because he’s still talking, seemingly completely unaware.
“Maybe we should get a paddle. I’d love to see your ass jiggle when I hit it with a paddle. Fuck, do you have one? Should we get one right now? Or a riding crop. Or- what are those things with all the tassels?”
“Adrian, do you really want to buy a flogger right now? Or do you want to take me to bed?"
“Right, right.” Without warning, he stands and you do your best to cling to him as he makes his way to your bedroom. From this position it’s harder to grind against him, but that doesn’t stop you from trying. You press your lips against the long column of his throat, moving up from his Adam’s apple to kiss behind his ear. You move back down and up again, repeating the action on the other side. He groans, deep and guttural and filthy, and you think it’s the loveliest sound you’ve ever heard.
“Stopstopstop, you’re distracting me!” He huffs, cutely, like he really has the audacity to be annoyed right now.
You grin into his neck, unable to stop yourself from softly nibbling his ear.
He places you down on the bed, crawling over you to kiss down your neck and you arch into him, hands sliding down his chest, toned muscles apparent despite the thick material of his sweatshirt, before reaching his waistband. You move to tug them down, desperate to feel him in your hands but he quickly grabs both your wrists and holds them above your head. He pulls back to look at you, smiling a very different smile now.
You try in vain to tug your wrists free, whining for him to let you go so you can touch him, but the look he fixes you with is enough to shut you up. Slowly, slowly he trails his free hand down your chest and slips it into your shorts, rubbing you over your panties.
You moan, clamping your thighs around his hand and grinding yourself into his touch, growing more and more desperate by the second. When he finally he relents and releases your hands you're panting, but you waste no time wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your hands in his curls as he returns to your neck, kisses turning to bites.
He rucks your shirt all the way up and you lift so he can finish tugging it over your arms. You shiver, fully exposed to him now and he bends down to take one nipple in his mouth, alternating between gentle bites and sucks while circling the other with his thumb and you sigh dreamily, pushing up into his touch.
Your hand drifts back to the nape of his neck, absently dragging your nails up and down the back of his scalp, dark curls running through your fingers and he groans against your skin. You move for his pants again but he bites your nipple that much harder; a clear warning.
He releases your nipple and you think he's switching to the other one but he instead fixes you with another stern look. His voice is lower this time when he speaks.
“Are you gonna behave, or do I need to tie you up?”
You can’t help the shiver that runs through you, or the whimper that escapes your lips at his words.
As enticing as the offer is, you’re starting to get antsy. You nod your head and mutter your assent and he smirks, seemingly satisfied with your answer.
The look he gives you this time is much softer but it still makes your blood run hot, makes you feel like the electricity in your nerves is sparking just under your skin. You turn your head to the side and without missing a beat he grabs your chin lightly, guiding your gaze back to him.
Heat rushes up your neck to your cheeks, but you make yourself hold his gaze. His pupils are almost completely blown black now, cheeks ruddy and lips set in a firm line.
"I care about making you feel good.” The sincerity in his voice floods you with warmth.
“Are you gonna let me?”
You whimper, wishing he’d just go back to kissing you, but you know the question isn’t rhetorical.
“Yes, yes, please Adrian just- please”, you pant, stretching up, wordlessly begging him to kiss you again, to do something, but he doesn't relent. He just holds your gaze while you pout and squirm under him.
“Now, tell me what you want.”
You peer up at him, uncertain of what he means. “I told you, I want you-”
“No, tell me exactly what you want. Be specific. Do you… do you want me to punish you?” His voice quiets a bit at the end.
“No! No, I don’t. I don’t want it to be a punishment. I-I don’t know. I just… I do want it to hurt but... I more just want to not think, just for a while. Sorry, that’s not what you asked but-”
“No, no that’s good. That’s good.”
He finally lets go of your wrists and kneads the muscles in your shoulders. The warmth and pressure from his hands soothes your nerves and you sigh and smile up at him.
“Alright, get over my lap then.”
You scramble to obey, already dizzy with anticipation. You feel giddy with it, and despite your nerves you couldn't deny how badly you wanted this– wanted to feel his hands on you, wanted him to make you feel release only the way he could.
You splay yourself over his spread legs, head resting on the pillow you’d grabbed. Now that you’re unable to see what he’s doing, your mind starts to race. Your pulse quickens, and you start to get that familiar floaty feeling you get whenever he takes control and you get to let go.
He puts one hand on the small of your back and with the other he finally, mercifully, tugs at your waistband. You can feel just how hard he's gotten now as he presses into your hip, but he doesn’t move. Adrian isn't much for teasing but he makes no move to touch you, so you wiggle your hips in the hope that it’ll get him to do… something. He presses firmly on your lower back and you huff, but still yourself anyway. He slowly smooths over the muscles in your lower back, pressing deeper and deeper until you relax into his touch.
He moves lower, gripping the meat of your ass, kneading it softly, and you’re not sure if the gentle touches are genuine or if he’s trying to get you to let your guard down before he starts.
He unceremoniously spreads your legs, dipping his hand between your thighs before ghosting his fingers over your lips. He moves to circle your clit over your underwear and you moan into the pillow, bucking your hips back into his hand, searching for more of whatever he’s willing to give you.
You should’ve known better again, because as soon as you do, his hand comes down squarely against your ass. The pain isn’t so bad, but the sound is enough to make you jump.
"Oh." he says quietly, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "I see."
You're not sure exactly what he means by this but you don't have time to think about it too hard before he brings his hand down again, this time on the other cheek. He stops briefly and you move to turn and ask if that's all he intends to do, but you feel another stinging slap before you get the chance.
“You said you wanted it to hurt, right?” You mumble a "yes", high and breathy, into the pillow that’s smushed against your face.
"Then ask me nicely."
Fuck.
"Adrian, please, please, fucking- just - harder please."
The pace he sets now is unrelenting. You pretty quickly become aware of the fact that he's making sure there's no pattern for you to predict and the thought makes you even giddier.
One smack, and then another, the stinging pain hovering just on the edge of too much, dulling all of your other senses. You start to get that familiar hazy feeling, and you relax into it, welcome it, will it to take you over completely.
Left, left, left, right, left again, one sharp, followed by a few open handed ones to your thigh in quick succession. All the while he's rubbing small, tight circles against your clit with his other hand.
His fingers move to tease your entrance, rubbing small circles into you and like the slaps he's doling out they seem to have no predictable rhythm.
"I think… this is really unlocking something in me," he mutters, more to himself than to you.
You’d been so focused on what he was doing that you only now realize how embarrassingly loud your moans had been, but his comment draws something out of you. You’re whining and writhing against him, not even trying to look dignified at this point, the sensation verging on overwhelming but so so good.
Suddenly it’s gone, and you whine in protest. For a moment everything is still, and you realize for the first time how quickly your heart is beating.
“Still okay?”
You don’t think you can form words right now, but you groan an affirmative, hoping it gets your message across. Adrian gently tilts your chin so he can look into your eyes and confirm. “Yes?” he questions, and your heart warms at the way he asks, at the way he always wants to be certain. The way he's biting his lip also tells you you’re not the only one who's enjoying this.
You exhale sharply, forcing your brain and mouth to actually form words, making sure your "yes" is clear. He nods once in return and releases your chin, and you sigh as you sink into the pillow again. Once you're comfortable, he starts again.
"Good girl. Keep being good for me.”
The sharp stinging pain and the dull thudding of his open palm are starting to run together, all becoming one sensation. He grips the fat of your ass again with one hand, releases it and brings the other hand down. He repeats this a few more times; squeezing, releasing and then bringing his hand down quickly before the blood has the chance to rush back under your skin, gauging your reactions each time, cataloging every whimper, moan and twitch, every shudder, flinch and squeal and rewarding each in kind.
“You like that? You like it when I hurt you like this? You like my fingers rubbing your pretty little clit like this?”
With this he runs his fingers back through the slick between your legs, teasing a finger against your opening.
"Jesus, fuck, look at you. Is this all for me? Yeah? Answer me." You can’t help but whine at that, telling him "Yes, yes it's all for you, all for you Adrian!" hiccuping and helpless to do anything but feel him.
He continues, “I think I know what you want, but you know you have to use your words,” he chides. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, yes! Pleasepleaseplease” You’re nearly sobbing now, tears you hadn't even noticed before falling freely now.
“I think I have something you’ll like even better,” he says, and your heart leaps at the thought of what he could possibly have in mind. You move to turn to him, but a firm hand on your back keep you in place.
He draws his hand back and you brace yourself for the inevitable impact, but it doesn't come. You huff, knowing full well he's absolutely got the shittiest grin on his face but you refuse to turn around this time, refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing your annoyance. So the two of you just sit there, momentarily suspended, at the world’s tensest, horniest impasse. You, over his lap, your panties hanging off of your ankle, and him, with presumably one hand raised in the air and one tracing faint shapes into the skin of your inner thighs.
"You," he starts, taking a deliberate breathe like he's trying to compose himself, trying to stave off the arousal he's thus far been able to keep at bay. He’s still got his pants on, and the combination of that and you writhing and moaning on top of him is starting to become unbearable.
"You have no fucking idea what you do to me."
He sounds dangerous now, voice too measured and now the tension is really starting to get to you.
He’s moving on the bed, doing his best to not jostle you too much but you can still feel his hips and cock shift under you as he reaches over to the drawer on your side of the bed.
You hear him rifling through it, various objects clattering as he tosses them around. You use this time to ground yourself, taking a few deep breaths but they do little to stop the way your blood is still rushing under your skin. You have an idea of what he’s looking for, but you don’t dare turn around to confirm your suspicions.
Finally, the rustling stops and he chuckles triumphantly.
He’s quiet again. Suspiciously, unnervingly quiet. Adrian is so rarely quiet that when he is it's noticeable. He’s still lazily running his fingers between your thighs, purposefully avoiding your clit this time, despite the insistent roll of your hips. Like he’s got all the time in the fucking world.
You hear the telltale buzz of the Magic Wand behind you, but he doesn’t give you time to register it before he pushes the head right up against your clit. You cry out, the sensation immediately far too intense, but despite your struggle he continues to firmly hold you in place. You whine pathetically, the pressure and vibration too much too soon, and he eases up just a little so the vibrations are still strong, but not so overwhelming.
You keep squirming, you can’t help it, and he moves the toy from your clit. This time you chase it, now desperate for stimulation and he chuckles above you and spanks your ass again.
“Fuck!” You cry out, burying your face into the pillow again. You know how you probably look, completely fucked out, tears splilling freely from your eyes now as you sob ugly and way too loud sobs, but you can't think about that right now. You were close, so so close. You just needed that extra little push.
“You’re doing so well baby. Can you take a few more?” and he asks so sweetly you can't even think about saying no.
Adrian returns to rubbing the small of your back, his voice a little softer now. He knows the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, and he always knows how to get you over the edge.
You gasped an “uh-huh”, arching into his touch and this time he allows it and repositions the toy directly against your clit again. Despite his softer tone, his hand comes down again just as hard and unrelenting as before and you’re honestly glad he isn’t going softer now that he knows you’re close.
He turns the vibration up a little more and the extra stimulation is exactly what you need. You feel your body seize momentarily as you clench and shake and for a split second everything feels still before your orgasm crests and breaks over you.
You hold onto that feeling for as long as you can, letting the wave break and settle and feeling your brain go blissfully hazy.
You feel floaty, your body feeling absolutely spent, wrung out completely and everything in that moment feels so perfect.
Adrian slowly ghost gentle touches over your back and down over your ass and thighs. You feel something cool and sigh contentedly as he rubs lotion into your stinging flesh.
You work to steady your breathing, reveling in the feeling of his gentle touch and the sweet praises he mumbles.
He knows you sometimes get a little dizzy and fucked out after you cum, (loves it, really) so he waits for you to gather yourself. Once he finishes you roll onto your stomach.
You wouldn't blame him for being self satisfied or even cocky in this moment, but the smile he wears now is anything but. It's just warm and sweet, like him.
He grabs one of the small hand towels you keep in the bedside drawers and gently wipes you down, knowing how much you hate the feeling of sweat on your skin after and helps you pull a fresh pair of underwear and one of his oversized shirts on as you settle into his lap.
“Was it.. was it good for you? Was it too hard?” You hear the little bit of worry start to creep into his voice and you’re quick to reassure him.
“No, no not at all. It was perfect Adj. You know I would’ve stopped you if something was wrong.”
He visibly relaxes at this, and resumes running his fingers over your tender flesh, humming softly.
It’s quiet, and for a while the only sound you’re aware of is your breathing. When he speaks again, it’s like he’s already in the middle of a thought.
“But seriously. Whatever you need, you know I’m happy to do it for you. And you know how much I love taking care of you. I just always want to make sure I make you feel good, you know?”
You smile at his confession. “Yeah, I know. And thank you. Seriously."
You clear your throat. “It's just nice to have someone who cares, you know?”
He hums thoughtfully, still rubbing your skin gently.
"I know you care about me as a person, and I'm not saying you're the only one who does. I meant more, it's nice to have someone who cares about making me feel good. Not to say that other people were just using me for sex but… with you it's just,” you go quiet again. “It’s just different."
“So thank you. For… this. For not being weirded out by it, I mean. And for doing it, of course.”
You sit up so you can look him in the eye now and he pulls you into him fully, arms tight and secure. The last thing you're aware of before you drift off this time is his scent as he kisses your temple.
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hi! i’d love it if you could write adrian chase/vigilante x reader(fem or gn if you prefer!) where they are quite hard faced and irritable with the other members of 11th Street Kids, but with Adrian they are quite soft and show they actually care for him, laugh at his awkwardness etc. basically a different person than the way they are with the others. ty!
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"Fuck off," you said to Peacemaker.
Waller had promised that this was your last job. And you made sure she meant it. This was nothing more than community service. You did as little as possible with these shitheads. You sat in a van with Economos during missions, you never said a word unless absolutely necessary. You avoided Murn like the plague. You never accepted Harcourt's invitations to drinks. You always rejected Peacemaker's various advances (it's not like you would say yes in any other situation.) Even Adebayo, who was the most tolerable on the squad, always found a way to get on your nerves, usually with unwanted (but not unhelpful) advice. In spite of this, there was one person who just made your heart melt.
Sweet little Vigilante. So stupid, so blind and deaf and dumb. So sweet. Sure, he was a bit dopey. He had no brain-to-mouth filter whatsoever. He was extremely violent. He was a bit creepy. But you had a soft spot for him. There was something about his puppy dog eyes, or his dumbstruck smile that turned you into a gushy, weeping, puddle. He was just plain neat.
The others noticed, of course they did. You turned into this sweet, gushing mess around the idiot. You placed gentle hands on his cheeks, you listened to his god awful rants with a soft smile, you helped him with whatever he wanted.
Adrian didn't notice, obvious. He was oblivious to your gentleness towards him. In his heart, he knew he loved you but you were so scary. You were so mean to all the other agents, even Peacemaker! Despite this he tailed after you like a lost puppy, or an imprinted duckling. And you let him. If he ever gained the nerve to reach out to caress your arm, or your hand, or if he ever reached for your knives or your guns, you didn't push him away like you would have anyone else.
Maybe one day he'd realize how soft you truly were, maybe he'd ask you out. But for now, he'd secretly admire you, even blood-soaked, battered and beaten, and pretend you were nothing more than a favoured coworker.
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7 with Adrian?
"go on. ride my thigh."
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pairing: adrian chase x reader
rating: explicit (minors dni!)
word count: 581
“We shouldn't be doing this.” You said through the moans as Adrian kissed your neck, your hands tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck, his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly in place on his lap.
“Hmm? You're having second thoughts?” Adrian asked, gliding his tongue down your skin, nibbling slightly on your collarbone as his hands gripped your ass. “Even when I do this?”
“Definitely not,” You replied, arching your neck to expose more skin. “I meant, we shouldn't be doing this here. What if someone walks in?”
Adrian pulled away from your neck and rested his forehead on yours, popping one of your blouse buttons open with one hand. “Well that's just part of the fun.” He smirked before his lips found yours. You reciprocated the kiss, your tongues wrapping around the other like two snakes. Adrian gave up fiddling with the buttons, and he ripped the silk shirt from your body; his cold hand gripping your breast, finger and thumb circling the nipple.
Any worry or anxiety you had about one of the team walking in on you — or of anything really, evaporated, all you cared about was this. The way Adrian's hands felt on your skin, you wanted, no, needed more. You shifted your body slightly, adjusting yourself so you were straddling his thigh, and Adrian's lust filled eyes got darker.
“Go on. Ride my thigh.” He ordered.
The corner of your mouth twitched upwards slightly. You maintained eye contact as you hitched up your skirt and you did as instructed. The friction from his denim jeans through your underwear was almost too much, but when Adrian unbuttoned his jeans and released his cock from its constraint, you practically salvated at the sight. So thick, so big, so tempting.
You looked back up at Adrian, his head thrown back against the office chair. You wanted him to watch you, to keep his eyes locked onto yours as you orgasmed from just this act, and so you grabbed his dick, making him open his eyes as his hips jutted up; making you almost lose your balance. His eyes met yours, widening when you licked your hand and spat on it before stroking his cock slowly. That, added with the eye contact and you riding his thigh, made the noises escaping his lips the dirtiest, sexiest sound you'd heard, and you quickened the pace on both actions.
Adrian grabbed your face and pulled you into him, the kiss sloppy and deep, and you knew you were close. But when one of his hands found its way into your underwear, his cold fingers massaging and flicking your clit, your body relinquished what little control it had. You rode Adrian's thigh harder and stroked his cock a little quicker as you enjoyed your high, and within seconds, Adrian had come undone.
“Well, that was fun.” You remarked with a smirk. You stood up and as you leaned over the desk to reach the tissues, Adrian came up behind you, his nose buried in the back of your head.
“Oh, I am not finished with you yet.” He mumbled, and you giggled as he nibbled your earlobe.
“I guess I could go for one more round.” You replied, reaching round to grab his cock.
“Oh no no, this is all you.” He said before he got down on his knees.
“Adrian,” you breathed, and he hummed as his fingers teased your underwear clad cunt. “Lock the door.”
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complex simplicity pt. ii
Pairing: Adrian Chase (Peacemaker) x Reader
Type: Fluff, angst
Summary: The team finally sets out on their mission, and Adrian deals with the events of last night
Word Count: 8k
Warnings: feminine pronouns used (she/her), angst, bodily injury, blood, descriptions of violence, previous trauma, character death
A/N: hiii, welp. it's finally done. after ten trillion years of constant dread, over three rewrites, and chronic procrastination, she's finally here. my longest fic ever (i think). i hope you like it, i have no idea if there's still an Adrian Chase fandom, but to everyone that has stayed throughout my unofficial hiatus, thank you. as always, likes/reblogs and constructive criticism are always appreciated, again thank you so much. please enjoy :)
Masterlist
part one
Adrian very rarely felt happy. Although perhaps that was an overstatement. A better way to phrase it, Adrian supposed, was that he very rarely felt the way he felt now: elated; ecstatic; euphoric; like his heart was about to burst out of his chest spewing nothing but love and joy and jubilee all over the room in some passionate, exuberant, macabre scene.
In fact, he wasn’t sure he had ever felt this way. The entire ordeal was entirely unique, Adrian realized. For one, there was nobody else in the entire galaxy that could ever compare to the woman nestled into his chest, with her small frown and pursed eyebrows even as she slept. And secondly, there was nobody else in the entire galaxy that Adrian would ever want so desperately.
There was no doubt in Adrian’s mind when he realized that nobody — not even Chris, who he admired with his whole being — could ever make him feel as exhilarated as she did. She was, in all ways, one of a kind.
When Adrian woke there was no longer the comforting weight of the coworker he had spent months pining over on his chest, and for a moment he feared the worst. Could the whole thing have been a dream? A cruel concoction created by his brain meant to torment and him? It wouldn’t have been the first time he dreamt about her, and he didn’t doubt that it wouldn’t be the last.
But when he got up, his heart beating out of his chest — for all the wrong reasons now — he realized that familiar scent that always lingered around her was stuck to his skin. That sweet, fresh, intoxicating scent that had a hint of something he could never quite place, had found a home on the planes of his torso, and Adrian realized that if he could, he would’ve bottled the fragrance and sprayed it on every article of clothing he owned so that he could surround himself with her.
“Oh, you’re finally up,” she said, staring at Adrian from the door of the bathroom, and Adrian scrambled to put his glasses on. She was rubbing something on her face, moisturizer or some fancy serum, Adrian guessed, and his mind was flooded with images of him rubbing his hands over her and savoring in the softness of her skin, before he rubbed his eyes, trying to rid his brain of the picture that had been burned into it.
“Uh, yeah. How long have you been up? I mean, I’m assuming it’s been a while, you look pretty great right now. I mean awake. You look awake, not great. I mean, it’s not that you don’t look great, but I feel like it’s weird if I say you look great so I was saying that you look awake. At least, I assume so. Since you’re doing all your makeup or something. Not that you need it. You’re really pretty alrea—”
“Ok, I’m gonna stop you right there before you say something you regret,” she cut in, and despite her light tone Adrian couldn’t get past the slightly critical look she was giving him. “Economos sent me the location,” she said, “get ready. We’re leaving in thirty.”
To his surprise, Adrian got ready surprisingly fast. He figured that considering the events from the night before, as well as the catastrophe of this morning, his neurons would be way too fried for him to even get out of bed, and yet thirty minutes later he was sitting in the driver’s seat of a Dodge Challenger, going sixty miles per hour down a desolate road.
Adrian let out a whistle, “So, what do you think Waller has us doing today?”
“God I hope it’s not aliens,” she sighed, reaching into the back seat for her bag. “But let’s be real, Leota’s press conference stunt did nothing but get us heat from Waller and the rest of the government. Stupid press didn’t even do anything. She’s probably found another deadly alien race that she needs us to kill. God knows we’re expendable enough to her,” she muttered, pulling out a small handgun and loading the clip.
“I don’t know, I enjoyed fighting the butterflies,” Adrian chirped, “plus, it felt super awesome when we told the Justice League that they could suck it because they were dumb weaklings that couldn’t even arrive on time.”
She paused what she was doing to give Adrian a quizzical look, “You didn’t even say anything to them, Chase. Chris was the only one that said anything and all he said was that they were late.”
“Still though,” he pressed, “I’m sure they could understand what I was trying to say. Wanna listen to the radio?”
“Uh, sure. Do they have NPR?” she asked, prompting Adrian to give her a disapproving look. “I’m joking,” she said after a beat, “lord knows your head would explode if you listened to anything other than 90’s bubblegum pop or whatever music Chris listens to. What is it, 80’s metal?”
“Actually, it’s 80’s glam-metal, and it’s amazing. How can you call yourself an 11th Street Kid if you think glam-metal is the same as regular metal?” he scoffed, “I mean, I’ve heard of a lot of insane things over the years, but that takes the cake.”
“What’s even the difference between glam-metal and regular metal anyways? It all sounds pretty similar to me,” she said, her eyes squinted in concentration as loaded the clip on another handgun.
Adrian laughed out loud this time, turning to look over at her with a fake look of shock painted on his face, “Ok, I lied about that last thing. This, this is the most insane thing I have ever heard come out of someone’s mouth. Glam-metal and regular metal are the most different things in the entire world. Chris told me all about it. Regular metal is lame and boring and is made for cowards, glam-metal is ten times better, it’s the most unlame genre ever made, and it’s made for real men. The difference is that glam-metal—”
“Hey, stop here,” she interrupted him as they pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned grocery store, “guess you won’t be able to tell me about how amazing glam-metal is. I’m devastated,” she said, climbing out of the car, and even Adrian could pick up on her sarcasm. “Grab your bag, I don’t want to get screwed over if someone tries to steal this car.” With a sigh, Adrian grabbed his bag from the car and slung it over his shoulder as the two of them walked towards the store.
If the half-fallen sign in the front of the building wasn’t enough indication that the place hadn’t been visited for years, the inside was. Shelves were knocked over, trash was piled in corners, and various assortments of canned goods lined the floors.
“Hey, look at this,” Adrian grunted, squatting down to pick a package off the floor, “it’s a pack of beef jerky. Think it’s still good?”
“I- No, Adrian. I do not think floor jerky from an abandoned grocery store is good,” she said incredulously.
But in typical Adrian fashion, the word of his peers was never enough, and so he opened up the years-old package and popped a piece in his mouth. “Hm,” he hummed to himself as he chewed, “you know, it’s not as bad as I thought. It’s a little stale, but given the price I paid for these, I’d say it’s a total win. Want one?”
“Oh my god Adrian,” she sighed, rubbing her eyes, “I- Just come on, We’ve gotta meet the others, I don’t have time to deal with you and your floor jerky.” With a resigned shrug of his shoulders, Adrian followed her throughout the derelict store, chewing contentedly on his floor jerky until they reached a small room in the back. She stopped in front of the door, and with a deep breath, gave one sharp rap, followed by two quick ones and one delayed one. The two of them waited in silence for a brief moment before the door opened, revealing Leota by the door, Emilia leaning over a large map, John typing away at his computer, and Chris staring over his shoulder.
“Finally,” John sighed, looking up from his screen, “what took you guys so long?”
“Adrian ate ten year-old floor-jerky,” she explained, which caused a groan from everyone.
“What?” Adrian cried, “jerky is what you eat during the apocalypse, it’s made to be eaten centuries after it’s cooked.”
Leota scoffed, “That is not true, and also there are rats here man. How do you know your floor-jerky wasn’t part of some rat’s dinner?”
“Yeah, like I’m gonna die of plague, that hasn’t killed anyone since the year 200, Adebayo. And if I were to catch it, I could probably just sleep it off,” Adrian said, chuckling.
“Dude, you can’t just sleep off plague,” Chris butted in.
“Uh, I totally could,” Adrian persisted.
“Dude,” John said, “it’s plague.”
“Ok we get it,” she cut in, silencing Adrian with a look that only encouraged the butterflies in his stomach, “Adrian’s stupid and he’s probably gonna die. What else is new? Now can we figure out what the hell is going on with this mission?”
Emilia looked up from the map, passing out dossiers to each member of the team. “Ten weeks ago, the President’s secret service arrived in Maine to secure a location the president would be speaking at,” she explained, pointing to a circled area on the map. “Within the hour, all five agents were found dead on the scene. First responders noted a single gunshot right between the eyebrows on each agent, ballistics assuming that they were shot long-distance, presumably a sniper.”
“Wait, they’re assuming?” Chris asked, looking up from the file, “these nerds spend all day analyzing bullets and they can’t even find out what gun the bullet is from?”
“Well these ‘nerds’ are the only people we have so don’t complain,” Emilia said, “besides, it’s pretty hard to analyze a bullet when there aren’t any.”
“Wait,” Adrian said slowly, “so whoever shot them took the bullets back after they were done?”
“Hey, what’s this?” she asked, and her voice sounded like a symphony to Adrian’s ears. “The autopsy report stated that the cause of death was batrachotoxin? What in the world is that? And does this mean the shots were done post-mortem?”
“Batrachotoxin,” John started, bringing his laptop over to the center of the table, “is an insanely powerful neurotoxin found on, get this, the skin of poison dart frogs. Get less than a gram of this stuff into your bloodstream, and in less then ten minutes you’ll be suffering from paralysis and then death.”
“Well that doesn’t make any sense,” Chris started.
“Exactly,” Emilia cut in, “if the toxin was already gonna kill them, why bother shooting them?”
“Oh, that’s not what I was talking about,” Chris said, “I was talking about the thing Economos said. How do you suffer from death? You can’t be suffering from death because you’ll already be dead.”
“Ok, it’s a figure of speech,” John said.
“Yeah, a dumb one,” Chris said, chuckling, “you know John, I was actually starting to think you were smart when you were talking about all that poison stuff but then this?”
“Hey screw you!” John yelled, although his protest was diminished by Chris’ roars of laughter.
“Ok, everyone shut up!” Emilia yelled, clenching her fists together. “We’re not done here yet, keep your egos in check until we’re done, got it?” she asked, “good. Now, since then, secret service agents have been dying the same way whenever they go to scout out a new location. It’s always the same situation: death by batrachotoxin, a post-mortem bullet to the head with no bullet, no witnesses, suspects, or evidence.”
“So, what are we doing here?” Adrian asked.
“At 5 this afternoon, the secret service is supposed to scout out an outdoor speaking event for the president. Waller wants us to arrive beforehand and see if there’s anyone suspicious who may be our guy. In the event that we do see him, Waller has been very insistent that we do not kill him? Understand?” Emilia asked, eyeing Chris and Adrian.
“Hey, why are you looking at us?” Adrian whined.
“Because you’re not exactly Mahatma Gandhi, and if we kill our guy, Waller will kill us.”
“The deaths coincide with dates the president is supposed to talk about his new anti-nuclear weapon policy, is it possible this is a rival politician trying to stop the president from talking about his new policy?” Leota asked.
“That’s our current lead,” Emilia explained, “Economos has been looking into politicians that disagree with the president’s policy, we’ve been tracking their comings and goings, looking into their communications, and trying to find anything that might lead to our guy. However, given the fact that we were assigned this mission two nights ago and the concerningly large number of politicians that want more nukes, we’ve barely been able to get through anything.”
“You said the senator was coming in right Harcourt? That’s why our hotel was so booked up. And this poison has to be coming from somewhere, poison dart frogs are native to central america right? So shouldn’t we be checking whether or not any of these guys have made repeated trips down to the border? I mean, getting this stuff through customs can’t be easy,” she pointed out, and when Adrian looked over at her, he had to physically stop himself from staring at her for too long.
“You’re right. Economos, check that out. For now, Leota and John will stay at the hotel and research our politicians. The rest of us will go to the location and try and see if we find anyone. This,” Emilia explained, pointing to another circle on the map, “is where the president will be speaking. Me and Chris will be watching the park and the two of you will surveill the forest behind it. If these shots were done by a sniper, the forest would be a good place to do it.”
Adrian sucked in a sharp breath, he was nervous, to say the least. “Hey Harcourt?” he asked, “can I talk to you real quick?”
Emilia sighed, but she let Adrian pull her aside while the rest of the team continued to look through the case files. “What do you need, Chase?” she asked with a sigh.
“I’m not trying to be uncool or anything but do you think it’s possible that I could go with Chris instead? It’s just that we’ve got a real ‘Bert-and-Ernie’ vibe and I think it would be good for the mission.”
Emilia sighed, “Bert and Ernie? Like from Sesame Street?”
“Wait, that’s where it’s from?” Adrian asked incredulously, “I thought Bert and Ernie were just some really good friends from like 1934 or something, and then they were just known throughout town as being really good friends, and so when someone else wanted to prove how good of friends they were with someone else, they would just say that they had a Bert and Ernie friendship, since Bert and Er—”
“Ok shut up Chase,” Emilia demanded. “Is this about your weird little crush on her?” she asked, gesturing over to where she currently sat, rifling through the dossier with that familiar crinkle in her brow.
Adrian scoffed loudly, “Please, what? Crush? Who- Who said I had a crush on her? Please, that’s- How old am I? Twelve? I don’t… I don’t like her.”
Emilia stared at him, her lack of belief in his statement clear on her face. “Well then, if you don’t like her then you should be fine working with her,” she said, turning away from Adrian with a shake of her head. “But Adrian?” she said, turning back to face him, “if you mess this up because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, Waller won’t be the only woman looking for your head.”
“Got it,” Adrian said awkwardly, although Harcourt had already walked away from him. Puffing air out of his lips, Adrian walked over to where his roommate and subsequent heartstopper was standing. He allowed himself to admire her focused stare for a second before he cleared his throat. “So…” he started, swinging his hands around. “Guess we’re gonna be partners… again,” he said, laughing awkwardly. “Just… two normal coworkers… working together… no weird feelings. I mean, of course there’s no weird feelings, I don’t even have feelings like I said last night, which was a totally normal night where nothing happened, definitely not during the middle of the night when you were sleeping… so should we go to the car?” he said, after clocking her stare.
“You’re acting really weird Chase,” she said, looking him up and down. “Let’s just get this done alright?” she said, slinging a duffel bag over her shoulder. Adrian watched her walk away for a moment before following her, but before he could Chris stopped him.
“Dude, just admit it, you like her,” Chris said.
“Psh, uh- wha- huh? I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about Chris, I have no feelings towards her at all, and definitely not love feelings,” Adrian spluttered frantically.
“Jesus Christ you’re hopeless Adrian.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that anyone with two eyes and half a brain can tell that you’re way into her dude. And I don’t mean that you just like her romantically, you’re pretty much in love you idiot.”
“Ok, that’s just not true Chris,” Adrian protested, although he had to admit that he had thought about it, “you should know better than anyone else that love? That’s just not the Vigilante-way. You and I? We put criminals to sleep and take their women to bed. We don’t get hung up on love or relationships or dreaming about owning a two story house with a white picket fence or a New York apartment or whatever housing situation our lover likes the best because they’re the most important thing to us and we would do anything to make them happy. No, the only people you and I are interested in is criminals, and murdering them. I know your time in Belle Reeve changed you and now you’re like this peace-loving hippie that doesn’t want to kill anyone and has crushes on people, but that’s not me. That’s not Vigilante. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go join my work partner on a very normal drive which I will very much enjoy because she is my coworker, and the only feelings I have towards her are respect and friendship.”
Chris shook his head. “Whatever you say man,” he said, giving Adrian a hard clap on the shoulder and sending him away.
“Sorry about that,” Adrian said as he climbed into the passenger seat of the car.
“About what?” she asked, flexing her hands against the steering wheel.
“Well- Chris had to talk to me about… something, so that’s why I took so long to come out.”
“Oh,” she said, “I didn’t notice.”
The two of them didn’t say much after that; she stared silently ahead at the road in front of them while Adrian gazed out the window, his eyes only flickering over to her occasionally. He wasn’t sure why but there was something off about her now. She was a naturally stoic and silent person, he knew — after all it was one of the reasons why he was so obsessed with her — but there was something else beneath her constrained quietness. A difference in the air around her; usually it felt calm, serene, still. But now, he could almost sense something disturbed about it. As if her stony facade were a smooth pond that had been marred by outward-moving rings of concentric circles, and yet what had caused the disturbance was still unknown, its very nature hidden away in the depths of the water.
It was then that Adrian thought back to the night before. He mulled over their conversations, choosing to skip over his many social errs and follies, when he remembered something that had struck him as odd when he heard it. “What did you mean when you said the bed was ‘too big’ last night?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.
“What did you mean when you asked Harcourt for a new partner?” she countered immediately, and to his surprise Adrian could feel a hint of emotion deep underneath her words, although the exact one was still unknown to him.
“I- That- It wasn’t what you think it was,” he tried to explain.
She chuckled dryly. “Is working with me really so horrible?” she asked, but Adrian could still sense that foreign emotion nudging at the edge of her words, yearning to free itself from its prison.
“No! No, not at all! It’s the opposite of that really,” Adrian said hurriedly. “It’s just that- I- You- I think… I think that you and I… I’m worried that we’re not… compatible? And… I guess that I’m just worried that you think I’m… you know,” he said, mumbling the last part.
“You’re what?” she asked, looking over at him, “weird? Annoying? Way too talkative?”
Adrian sighed, nodding glumly as he looked out the window. To his annoyance, it was ironically bright outside. The sun shining brightly overhead, there were no clouds in the sky, and the trees were rife with leaves as green as shamrocks. It looked like a scene from an oppressively happy movie — one that would be filled to the brim with cheesy romance, choreographed musical numbers, and shallow conflict that would be resolved in minutes. In other words, the exact opposite of his life.
“You’re right, I guess,” she said, her voice growing smaller now. “I do think you’re weird and annoying and way too talkative, but… for what it’s worth, I don’t really mind, and I don’t really mind… working with you,” she said, her voice now so quiet that it was barely above a whisper.
And it was then that the wool was finally pulled off Adrian’s eyes and he could see with startling clarity what he had missed before. The object that had disturbed the smooth pond of her aura, the hidden emotion that lurked beneath her words, he knew what it was now. He held it on the forefront of his mind and the tip of his tongue.
Betrayal.
She had overheard him asking for a partner change and she had felt hurt, she had felt offended, she had felt betrayed. And Adrian couldn’t have been more joyful. After what seemed like eons of searching for answers, for clues, anything that could’ve tipped the scales ever-so-slightly in his favor, he had found the very thing that would solve all his problems. Proof. Real, physical, audible proof that came out of her mouth that she cared. She cared about what he thought of her, even more, she enjoyed working with him. In all ways, it was a success, and Adrian had to fight to stop himself from bursting into giddy laughter right then and there.
“What are you grinning about?” she asked him, the betrayal no longer in her voice but instead replaced by something Adrian believed — hoped, really — to be playfulness.
“Nothing,” he said coyly, his smile growing impossibly bigger. “I mean, if I didn’t know any better I would say that you liked me,” he teased, grinning at her.
She glared back at him, but this time Adrian figured it held slightly less contempt that normal, “Say something stupid like that again and I’ll shoot you right now, got it Chase?” she threatened.
“Whatever you say,” he chuckled, “like you’re gonna murder the love of your life.”
“Good god,” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she redirected her attention back to the road.
When they arrived at the location there was nothing particularly absurd about it. It was a medium-sized field of green grass surrounded by a ring of forest behind it. There was a podium in the center of the field, its body covered by a banner of the President’s face, the background of which was covered with patriotic reds and blues. In front of it were rows upon rows of folding chairs, and behind the podium were six American flags, the cloth hanging limply in the windless air.
“Come on,” she sighed, “Harcourt says we have to surveill the forest so we better get set up.” The forest seemed to be well over a mile away from where they stood, and so with a groan Adrian grabbed his things and followed behind her.
The trek to the forest was tedious at best. By then, the sun was directly overhead and its suffocating rays beat down at them insistently. Adrian could feel his body begin to drip with sweat as they trudged towards the forest, which seemed to only grow further and further away. To take his mind away from the torrid atmosphere, he focused on the person in front of him. The way her hair jolted every so slightly as she walked. The resoluteness of each step she took, as if each was carefully planned to take her further. The way she had finally admitted to him that she had some sort of feelings towards him, even if her voice was so quiet he worried that he may have imagined it.
With his focus diverted to her, the arid walk to the forest seemed irrelevant, like an after-thought, and before long they were standing on the edge of the trees. It was here Adrian realized that what he thought had been a densely packed area of trees was really nothing of the sort. In reality, the forest was quite sparse and exiguous; in fact, if you looked up the sky was startlingly visible. Its cloudless, turquoise expanse looming over them.
“Well, shall we go in m’lady?” he asked, sweeping his hand outward. She rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath but she went in regardless.
As she walked in, Adrian realized that they were sorely under-resourced for this kind of mission. The forest was impressively large, and even if it was relatively devoid of trees and shrubs, it would still take hours to search it completely. “Hey,” Adrian said, reaching for her shoulder to stop her from diligently soldiering on, “How are we supposed to find someone in here? This place is huge.”
She paused, scanning their surroundings, “You’ve got a point Chase,” she admitted, “I guess our best option would be to split up and look around, maybe find a vantage point a sniper might like. From there, if we don’t find them I guess we can find somewhere to meet up.” Adrian nodded slowly, although he was too preoccupied being upset that they would have to split up to truly understand what she was saying. She continued again, “I’ll radio Harcourt to tell her the plan, you go west, I’ll go east. We’ll walk to the edge of the forest and from there converge in the north. Check out high points and anything suspicious, if we find anything, radio each other. This guy is definitely a professional, so don’t engage unless we’re both there, or unless you’re one hundred percent sure that you can neutralize him without killing him. Remember, if he dies, Waller will make sure we do too. Got it?”
“Uh, yeah,” Adrian said, “hey if you want, I can go east. I was just thinking that there are more trees eastward and since I have a helmet and you don’t I’m sure you could use the shade. Plus, this suit is insulated so it’s like a meat freezer in here, if you know what I mean.”
“Ugh, gross,” she said, “but whatever. Thanks, I guess.”
Adrian nodded enthusiastically in response, but by then she had already turned her back to him, the duffel bag of gear swinging as she slowly disappeared into the trees. With a sigh, Adrian readjusted the strap of his own duffel bag and turned towards the expanse he was to explore.
For the most part, his scouting was relatively uneventful. Occasionally, he would hear a rustle of leaves or a snapped twig, but when he went to check it out it would be nothing but the wind or a small animal. He spent most of the time lost in his thoughts, consumed by the hurricane of events that had preceded what he was doing now. The hotel room, the cuddling, the confession; just a few hours ago he had felt abandoned. Like the earth and the sky and everyone else was leaving him, off to live their happily ever afters without him.
But then, she had said those magical words, and Adrian’s world changed. No longer had he been left behind; now he was one with the earth and the sky and everyone else. He was one of them, ready to live out his own happily ever after with her. He repeated her words over and over in her head like a mantra, I don’t really mind working with you, he whispered to himself, taking steps in tandem with his words.
I don’t really mind working with you. One step.
I don’t really mind working with you. Two steps.
I don't really mind work—
“Chase,” he heard, the staticky chatter of the radio pulling him from his thoughts. “I think I see him, I just sent you my loca—” But then her voice was interrupted by a sickeningly familiar sound. One that rooted Adrian to his spot and sent chills cascading down his spine. A brief whistle of air followed by a startling crack as loud as a firework.
A gunshot.
Adrian began to panic. A gunshot was bad, very, very bad. She hadn’t been wearing a bulletproof vest. He had convinced her earlier that it was a needless precaution. It was dangerously hot outside and it would only slow them down. Besides, it wasn’t as if they were going to take him down alone.
By now they had to have been at least a mile away from each other. Even if he sprinted it would take him at least eight minutes to get there, and he wasn’t sure she had that long. For all he knew he could she could be dead.
That thought startled him into clarity, and in his newfound rationality he dropped the duffel and began running back where he came, digging furiously through his belt for his phone. Her coordinates only brought more bad news. Like he suspected, she was over a mile away. If she had been shot in the heart — which wouldn’t be unexpected, considering how good of a shot their suspect was — she would probably have died by now. A shot to the abdomen wasn’t good either. A few more minutes and she would be dead.
For now, Adrian could only cling onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, she hadn’t been the one to get shot. Maybe she shot him, or it was just a hunter somewhere miles away. Anything other than face the possibility that he may never see her again.
While he was running — branches scratching at his arms and rocks digging into his shoes — he came to another terrifying realization. Like him and Chris, she had a life outside of this. A life that he didn’t know, and that didn’t know him. She had other friends and other coworkers, and there was a frighteningly real chance that if she did die, he would never make it to her funeral. He would never be able to say his final goodbye. Never be able to at least cling onto her palm, no matter how cold it was, and tell her that he always loved her and that he’d never get over her.
And then with a shiver he realized it was all his fault.
He had been the one to convince her to take off her vest. He had been the one to propose they switch sides. He had been the one to make her life hell these past days. With his incessant pestering and teasing and blabbering. He should’ve been the one coming face-to-face with their sniper. His suit was already bulletproof, there would be no harm to him. She would come for back-up, they’d take him down, and maybe Adrian would even ask her out.
And now he wouldn’t even have the chance.
Adrian kept running throughout the forest. It was all he could do. All he knew how to do. One foot in front of the other. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Just like she had done just hours before when they were entering the forest. Just like she had before she fell victim to its cruel inhabitant.
His mind would’ve only spiraled further if his thoughts hadn’t been interrupted. From his belt, his radio began to chirp its small, static song. Without slowing down, Adrian pulled at the radio, holding it close to his ear to hear what was coming out.
“Where are—”
“Hel—”
“He got aw—”
“Tell Har—”
He could hear her voice crackling in and out of the receiver. Her voice was small and croaky. As if every word was strenuous and difficult. It did, however, bring a glimmer of hope. If she was strong enough to click the button of the radio and strong enough to lift it to her face, then there was a chance that she would be strong enough to hold on a little longer.
“Just wait,” he whispered into the radio, more of a plea than a request. “Please god, just wait. Please. Please. Please. You can’t go. Don’t go,” he babbled, realizing that tears had begun to stream down his face, soaking the inside of his mask. He kept rambling into the radio as he ran, not really knowing what he was saying and not really caring either.
After what seemed like a painfully long time, Adrian arrived at her location: a brief clearing near a cliffside. For a moment he couldn’t find her, and his heart was seized with panic and fear. The sight was unsettlingly macabre. In the center was a haunting trail of sticky blood. The crimson liquid tainting the green grass beneath it. His eyes traced up its winding path until he saw her, slumped over against a tree.
Her hands laid on either side of her, their palms facing the sky. The sight of her reminded him of biblical paintings he saw during his childhood. Jesus, his palms up to the sky, praising the Lord and readying himself to ascend to the heavens. It also reminded him of a sacrifice. As if someone had propped her up against the tree to sacrifice to some cruel god. Although, Adrian supposed, it was clear now that all gods were cruel. Cruel because they let her get hurt. Cruel because they made it his fault. Cruel because they made him love her.
He realized then that he hadn’t moved since entering the clearing and so he hastily rushed over to her. His hands fumbled and shook as he reached for her wrist. It was limp and pliable in his grip, but he could ever so faintly feel the whisper of a pulse. “Come on,” he whispered to her, “wake up. Come on. Wake up. Come on. Wake up.” Over and over again he repeated this, although it worked more to calm him than to stimulate her.
The first thing he needed to do was stop the bleeding. And yet, there was so much blood that he could barely tell where it began. At that point, his hyperventilating had begun to fog up his helmet, and so he lifted it off so he could care for her, frantically shoving his glasses onto his face. The lack of his helmet, however, made everything seem so much worse. With the red tint of his visor no longer there to mask some of the damage, he was forced to face the extent of her wounds head-on.
Clenching his hands into balls, he took a shaky breath to steady himself. Carefully, he began to feel around her abdomen, caressing the smooth canvas of her skin until he found it. The divot of a gunshot. As far as he knew it hadn’t hit anything vital, although he worried that it was dangerously close to her spinal cord.
Adrian swiveled around, searching for the duffel bag. It would have first aid in it, gauze, bandages, painkillers, but it was nowhere to be found. He realized that their mystery sniper had most likely taken it, and then he remembered why they had the duffel in the first place. The mission. Quickly, he grabbed the radio off of his belt, cursing as he fumbled wildly with the controls until he could tune into Harcourt and Chris’ frequency.
“Help,” he said frantically. “Help. Help. We need help. She got shot. I’ll send you our coordinates, just get help,” he said, too frenzied to add anything more.
He had to stop the bleeding. He had to find something that he could use to wrap it, to apply pressure. There was no duffel, no gauze, no bandages, so did the only thing he could think to do. He started undressing. As fast as he could he started shedding his gear, cursing his past self for adding so many layers.
After a frustratingly long time, he was finally left in a long-sleeve black shirt. Hastily, he ripped a large piece off the bottom and prepared to lift her. Adrian sat down next to her, and trying to be as careful as possible, slowly lifted her into his lap so that her head was resting on his leg. From this position, it was much easier for him to navigate her body. For him to carefully and tightly wrap the strip of cloth around her waist. For him to gently wipe some of the hair off of her bloodied face. For him to grip onto her hand and whisper that everything would be alright.
But there was too much blood, he realized. It didn’t make sense, it wasn’t possible to lose such a large amount of blood from one gunshot, which meant there had to be another. He looked back at the trail of blood. She was the strongest person he knew, if she dragged herself to the tree he knew it would be because she had to. With a bout of clarity, he began scanning her legs until his eyes rested on another wound.
This gunshot was located on her thigh, just above her knee. It was slowly spitting up blood, the liquid oozing out in small rivulets. Cursing under his breath, he fished a knife out from his belt and, carefully, cut away the cloth around it. He hastily peeled off his shirt so that he could construct a tourniquet and began to tie it around her leg, just above the wound.
Adrian held his breath as he watched the wound on her leg. To his relief, it had slowly stopped bleeding, and he let out a sigh. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to her, stroking some hair off of her forehead, “I’m so sorry. It should’ve been me, this is all my fault.”
Then, for some reason Adrian couldn’t understand, he was overwhelmed with the urge to be close to her. And very carefully, he lifted her from where she lay and pulled her close to him so that her back was against his chest.
In these moments while he waited for the team to find them, it was quiet. With her against him, Adrian felt oddly peaceful. He felt placid. He felt as if he were floating in the middle of an ocean. He let himself be buoyed by the waves, opened himself up to the gentle lull of their movement. And so because he was very tired — after all he had been through so much already — he let himself close his eyes. He let himself dream.
He dreamed that they were in Paris, sitting on a balcony and watching the sun set. Her, leaning against him like she was now, and him with his arm around her waist, stroking the plane of her side tenderly. Once the sun set, they would stare with awe and amazement at just how quickly the city transformed. How it became bright and vibrant. How the Eiffel Tower lit up the night sky. She would stare up at him, and in her eyes would be a twinkle so bright and loving that it would outshine every other light in the city.
Or if they weren’t in Paris, perhaps they were in the Bahamas. Where the sky was always clear and the ocean was always blue. Where the sun was always shining, but not as forcefully as it had before. Instead, the sun’s rays would be gentle, a delight instead of a torment. They would be sitting along the beach, the sand nestled in between their toes, and Adrian would smile lazily down at her, and she would smile back.
By the time she woke up, Adrian had been in the hospital for over a day. They had been lucky though. The team had found them quickly and their sniper was caught fleeing the scene. The surgery went smoothly, and when it was done the doctors informed that team that had the bullet had narrowly missed her spinal cord as well as several internal organs. She would be in a coma, they told him, due to her severe blood loss but she would be awake again soon.
Adrian didn’t consider that lucky though. Luck was not getting shot in the first place. Luck was never being assigned to this wretched mission at all. Luck was being able to live your life without worrying about which government official was going to risk your life for some stupid political campaign.
He couldn’t help but be mad. At the sniper, at the team, at himself. It was all so preventable. If he had just pushed Harcourt a little further for a new teammate. If he had just kept his mouth shut instead of suggesting they switch sides. If he had just gotten there a little bit faster or tied the tourniquet a little bit tighter.
“I said the bed was too big because of something that happened before I joined the team,” she said, her voice small and raspy, and Adrian looked up. He had been so engrossed in his thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed her stir from her hospital bed.
“What?” he asked, too shocked to say anything else.
“A few years ago,” she said, letting out a deep sigh, “I was an A.R.G.U.S. agent. I was young and dumb and reckless and I became friends with a fellow agent, Jason. One day, we were working a mission. We were in a big clearing and I was stupid and walked right in without checking for traps. It was a set-up of couse, and I got shot.” Adrian took in a sharp breathe at this, but she waved her hand dismissively and continued. “It wasn’t bad, just nicked my arm.”
“But Jason had followed me, and he wasn’t so lucky. He got shot in the chest, and before I knew it he was on the ground. It was a terrible feeling. We were like some dumb animal, wandering straight into a trap where we could just be plucked off one by one. I had no shield, no cover, nothing. There were bullets flying around me and I didn’t know what to do.
“I wasn’t thinking straight and so I did the first thing I could think of and ran back where I came from, leaving Jason behind. Once I was in the forest, I could see what happened to him. He had been shot more times than I could count. None of them fatal, which is worse. Eventually the bullets stopped, but I couldn’t go back out there. I watched, less than six feet away as one of my best friends choked to death on his own blood. All because of me.
“I remember what it felt like attending his funeral. It was in a cathedral. The ceiling was so high and the whole place was so open. It reminded me of when he died. Of the openness, of the vulnerability, of the shame.
“I realized then why A.R.G.U.S. tells you not to befriend any of your coworkers. It’s because you get close to them. And when they inevitably die, you obsess over it. And they were right. I did. I couldn’t stop thinking about how scared I had been, and how scared Jason must have been. I was able to get away relatively unharmed, but Jason’s body had been mutilated so badly the funeral had to be closed-casket.”
“That’s why you dragged yourself to the tree,” Adrian whispered quietly.
She nodded, and there was a hint of sadness behind her smile. “Why’d you tell me this?” Adrian asked softly, “I mean, I appreciate it but, it’s not exactly ‘in-character’ for you.”
She laughed lightly, “Well you saved my life out there Adrian. If it weren’t for you I would just be another Jason. I owed you one, and now my debt is repaid.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t get there in time,” he whispered, reaching out tentatively to grab her hand.
She let him grab it, and when he did she squeezed it back. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a terrible teammate.”
“Don’t say that, you’ve been perfect. You’re perfect,” he said.
Adrian smiled at her, and she smiled back. Once Adrian had considered her an enigma. A mystery. An equation waiting to be solved. But here in the hospital, with its fluorescent bulbs humming lightly and the dull buzz and whirs of the machines, he realized that she was anything but. At the end of the day, she was just a girl — a person, like him — who was scared. Who was haunted by the ghosts of her past. Who was more comfortable locking things away than presenting them freely. Who would rather be seen as someone intimidating and formidable than caring and emotional. And it was so simple, he realized, the basis of her being. Her motives, her desires, her wants. They were basic. They were human.
And yet as simple as they were, there was a layer of complexity to them. There was a layer of complexity to her. In a way, she reminded him of a bank vault. The mechanics of the door — the locks, the screws, the bolts — were intensely complicated. They were purposely designed to be impenetrable. Each facet was orchestrated so carefully so that the treasures inside would never be seen without the right password.
But now, Adrian had the right password. And when he was finally able to get past the vault's solid doors and view the treasure inside, he could finally appreciate just how beautifully simple it was. The luxuries inside were akin to diamonds, both in beauty and personality.
Like a diamond, she too had experienced a life of suffocating pressure. Pushing down farther and farther on her until finally, she did not crack, but instead became an impeccable jewel. A stone, unrivaled in its beauty and worth, with not even the slightest impurity to desecrate it. A diamond was beautiful because it was perfectly simple, just like her.
And it was this limbo, this teetering balance of complex simplicity that she was so comfortable in, that had drawn Adrian, like a moth to a flame, into her. It was this limbo that had allured him so intensely, so powerfully, that he could not bear to turn away. And it was in this limbo, Adrian knew, that he loved her, and that he would always love her. For he had become hers. And he knew this because his heart, his soul, and his livelihood had become clutched tightly in her grasp.
And while he watched her smile at him, her eyebrows finally uncreasing, he hoped that whatever god was out there would not be so cruel as to make her let go.
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valentine's day (adrian chase x reader)
Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader
Summary: Adrian and the reader spend yet another Valentine's Day together.
Word Count: 1.4k
Tags: established relationship, reader-insert, gender-neutral pronouns, post-canon, idiots in love, comfort, fluff, drinking, domestic fluff, valentine's day
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After a long shift at your day job, all you wanted to do when you got home was relax with Adrian and have a chill night. You were not at all up for patrolling tonight, the bad guys of Evergreen can wait a night to be caught. Work was a pain in the ass and based on your texts with Adrian through the day you could tell that he would probably be up for staying in tonight as well. Before your shift had ended you texted Adrian and told him that you would walk home from work tonight to clear your head from the messy day you just had, and to your surprise he didn’t throw a fit about not picking you up. He loves picking you up from work, but you figured he probably had a long day at the restaurant too, so it didn’t strike you as anything to worry about-or worry too much about. You then texted Adrian to let him know you were leaving work.
You: omw home :)
Ade: cool beans see you soon babe!🧜🏻
With that, you threw in your headphones and listened to music on your short walk home. It only took a few minutes to get there, and as you walked down the street you saw the Vigilante-mobile parked outside of your apartment.
As you approached your door you heard music playing, you recognized it to be “Paper Rings” by Taylor Swift, you giggled knowing how much Adrian loves Miss Swift. You happily sighed because you love coming home to hear Adrian singing off-key and seeing his dorky dance moves, it will make any shitty day you’ve had a thousand times better. After turning the keys to unlock the door you found Adrian standing in the hallway holding a bouquet of roses. You noticed that the entire apartment was covered in flower petals, hearts, and candles-all of the Valentine’s Day essentials. Suddenly it hit you, you remembered today is the 14th. With your day job being insane and also working relentlessly with the 11th Street Kids, you completely lost track of the date. There was also a box of your favorite pizza and a few bottles of wine with glasses on the table, he really went all out. Your cheeks instantly grew pink, and a giant smile painted onto your face.
“Adrian??” you begin, bewildered at what he was doing. He flashed his teeth and padded over to you.
“Wow I can’t believe that I timed that out right from when you said you were coming home,” Adrian chuckled at his own timing and you couldn’t help but laugh, he straightened himself and cleared his throat, “Will you be my Valentine, my love?” he offered you the roses and wiggled his brows in anticipation. You huffed a laugh and heat ran to your cheeks, completely shocked at what he set up for you.
“I-of course, honey, it would be my honor,” you stepped in close to him, leaned onto your tippy toes and planted a kiss on his lips. He briefly pulled away and stares into your eyes, you could stare into his green eyes for a lifetime.
“Pshh no, babe, the honor is all mine!” He kissed you again, you felt intoxicated by the way he kissed you. He then motioned for you to put your stuff down and generously helped you take off your coat and put your bag in its usual spot. You kicked your shoes off and walked over to him, closing the distance between you both.
“Y’know we’ve been each other’s valentines for years now, I wasn’t expecting you to ask me and to… do all of this. It is very thoughtful, and sweet, and charming, and just… amazing, Ade,” you confessed, he took your hands.
“Yeaahhh we’ve been valentines forever now, I just wanted to do something to surprise you and to celebrate our loveeeeee,” he playfully wiggled your arms, “and to show you how cool I think you are and how you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I wanted us to have a super romantic night with each other and get a little wine drunk, and y’know sometimes it’s nice to be cheesy and fall into the whole heartsy-fartsy thing,” he let out a deep breath after rambling, you somehow managed to smile even more than you were before.
“You’re the best, like seriously, Ade, I love you so much,” you kissed him again. “Anddd even though I totally forgot today was Valentine’s Day, like the actual day of the holiday, I do have a gift for you that I got a few weeks ago,” his eyes lit up. You separated from him briefly to run to get his gift-it was a Beatles record that he has been looking to buy for a while, well, he had the album before, it’s one of his favorite albums ever, but it got damaged. One night a couple months ago Chris brought Eagly over to visit and Eagly was not happy to be in your small apartment, and while listening to the record Eagly spread his wings, hit the vinyl, and it got scratched from the needle. Since then, it’s been unplayable, and it’s been hard to find in any stores near you guys. Adrian was kinda pissed as it was his favorite record, but it was easy to see that Eagly felt bad afterwards because he tried hugging Adrian, which made Adrian tear up and immediately stop being mad at him.
Luckily, you managed to stumble across it at a record store a few weeks ago and you had to buy it for him, you snuck it home and hid it under your shared bed so he wouldn’t find it until the holiday. You grabbed it and shuffled over to the table where he was now sitting. With a warm grin on your face, you handed him the wrapped gift.
“OOOH,” he said eagerly, he very quickly unwrapped it and his eyes grew wide, he chuckled.
“Do you like it?” you ask, already knowing the answer, he shook his head wildly.
“Uhhh yeah! Holy shit I can’t believe you found it! Thanks, babe, we gotta listen to it right now,” you nodded your head in agreement as he paused the music from his phone and went over to the record player. He placed the needle on the record and Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band began playing, Adrian started dancing over to you and singing the lyrics.
“It was twenty years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play,” he bobbed his head to the beat and smiled, “Ahh fuck I missed having this album, I am so happy right now!”
“Me too,” you beamed, he sat across from you, “our minds are so similar we both had little Valentine’s Day surprises for each other!” He comically gasped at what you said.
“Woahh you are totally right, that’s insane! We are so in sync, babe, I love it,” Adrian said, he was clearly ecstatic about the record which made you very content with your purchase. “It’s almost like our cycles are synched or something, babe,” he pondered, you snorted loudly at his comment. He then reached for the wine. “Care for some vino, my love?” he asked as he opened the bottle, you nodded, and he poured glasses for you both.
You noticed the label on the wine and your heart felt warm, as this particular bottle of wine was the kind you both drank after he asked you to be in a relationship many years ago. You reflected on the time you have spent with Adrian over the years and how grateful you were to be with him.
“Cheers,” you said as you both clinked your glasses, Adrian’s eyes were literally dilating as he looked at you, you blushed-or your cheeks were still blushing, the pink never left your face since you arrived at home.
You have been with him for so many years now but the littlest things he does can still make you get butterflies or blush or just feel giddy with joy; his laugh, his eyes, how he plays with your hair, the cute nicknames he has for you, his stupid jokes, his smile, how he knows your coffee order, the way he holds your hand, just … everything.
He just makes your heart happy.
He scooched his chair next to yours, flung his arm around you, and began softly rubbing your shoulder. You both went in for a kiss, smiling in between breaths.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” you softly said in between kisses, the smiles never left your faces.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe. I’m so so soooo fucking happy that you’re my Valentine.”
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blown up, shot, and taking a knee
It’s been over a week since you last saw Adrian, a reality that you’d accepted once you discovered he was Vigilante, but when he shows up at your window in a hospital gown you wonder if the risk is worth the reward.
@peacemakernet EVENT 02: once more, with feeling! ➤ surprise
pairing: adrian chase x afab!reader
rating: 18+ ONLY, explicit, established relationship, post-canon timeline, hurt/comfort, vague angst
word count: 3.7k+
a/n: the week he’s gone is the week that the show takes place in, so if the fact that he had a threesome w chris isn’t your jam then we can pretend that didn’t happen here lol
You saw yourself threading your fingers through Adrian’s, watching how the light between the window slats shifted over his skin. His bare back pressed against your torso, your arm tucked underneath his neck as you both lay on your old mattress. You’re well overdue for a replacement, but there’s something about the way it’s taken to your bodies, the imprint that never goes away.
It’s a space that belongs to you and Adrian, reminds you of his presence when he’s away. It’s not the most comfortable, or soft, but it’s what you could afford when you first moved in together. So it stays.
You wished Adrian could do the same.
He’d been gone for over a week, but you stared at your outstretched hand, and you could almost see the curve of his fingers in yours. The pressure of the pillow next to you was a pale filler for the real thing, but if you closed your eyes, if you played his laugh in your head, it was almost like he was here.
You knew what you signed up for when you found out what he did in his spare time. The first time he didn’t come home and you got a call from the hospital, the nurse on the other end of the line explaining that they’d found him stabbed on a sidewalk in his underwear. Your mind had gone to the worst possibilities. He was fooling around with someone else and they’d gotten pissed off, or he’d been pinned by one of the several underground drug rings around here.
But then he asked you to look in the trunk of his car, in the space where a spare tire should be, and there was the suit you’d seen several times on the news. You grappled with the reality of the situation for less time than you would’ve expected, but looking at Adrian, seeing all the smiles and oddities and “I love you’s” and the life you’d built together, you couldn’t walk away.
So here you were, in bed alone, on a day when the space of his absence was more blistering cut than dull pain. It didn’t matter what precautions he took, how much he trained, even the abnormal fact that Adrian healed from his wounds while he slept, you still worried.
The quiet tapping on your bedroom window startled you out of your thoughts, and you shot up, eyes darting to the muddy shadow behind the curtain. You reached for the knife velcroed to the back of the nightstand, a precaution Adrian had introduced you to. At first it seemed like paranoia, but then he ended up in the hospital and everything made sense.
Sliding out of bed, you approached the window with caution. Sure, a bad guy wasn’t apt to gently knock on the window, but that didn’t ease all your worries.
The sight of baby blue piqued your interest (didn’t bad guys usually wear black, or was that a trick of the movies?) and you flicked open the curtains to see Adrian in a hospital gown with his hands on the windowsill, head turning back and forth, hoping the bushes he was currently squished behind were obscuring him from the neighborhood. You were quick to open the window, pulling him in by his wrists before he could get a word in.
He toppled over the sill onto the floor with an oof! and a smile, “Hi.”
“Adrian. What—what’s going on? Why are you in a hospital gown?” You crouched down to meet him, hand fumbling over the shapeless cloth until you found his knee.
“Huge story. Do you have the TV remote? They’re probably showing it on there again.” He looked around the room, standing up and leaving you to plop down on the floor, your mind not quite catching up with the sight of Adrian in front of you, ripping off his gown as he grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV. He flipped through the channels in his underwear, left hand moving to his hip, massaging the skin before he caught you staring.
“Sore from fighting.” His eyes widened, “Look!” He nodded towards the TV and you saw a woman standing in front of several microphones.
Both the Peacemaker, and the costumed crime-fighter Vigilante, were working in a deep cover operation for the US Government called Project Butterfly. This is all part of a black ops program known as Task Force X, where convicted criminals are undertaking dangerous missions for the United States in exchange for time off their sentences. It’s been running for years out of Belle Reve Prison, under the command of a woman named Amanda Waller, who happens to be my mother. Now I’m calling for an immediate investigation into the inhumane abuse of power…
You slowly got up from the floor, “Wh—I don’t understand. Project Butterfly? Is that where you were this whole time? I thought Chris was in prison I—” You paused, sitting on the edge of the bed a few feet away from Adrian.
“He was, but he got shot in the throat and almost died, and they sent him back here and this other mercenary, Murn, helped us with an alien invasion. Why a deep state alien operation would choose Evergreen, Washington, of all places, well. You’re smarter than me so tell me when you figure it out, but basically I got to be part of an actual superhero team and we killed this giant cow and saved the world. And I did get shot in the process.”
“What?!” You shot up, but he bridged the gap and put his hands on your shoulders.
“I slept it off! I’m okay! I passed out at the hospital because Harcourt got really shot like, in-a-coma shot. And I woke up in a hospital bed but I’m here now and I gotta tell you something really really important.”
You were still wrapping your head around the entire situation, your eyes coasting over Adrian’s body, all signs of injury gone. It was just his typical muscles, unmarked and free of scars. Over the time you’d known him, there was no reason to question him because he never bruised. Never hurt, never scarred. If he came home with a scabbed over slice from work it was flaking off by the next morning. Even after learning he was Vigilante, you knew better than to ask questions about the scrapes you cleaned or the ripped fingernails you bandaged. He insisted, always, that he was fine. Just needed a nap, but you also insisted, dragging him to the bathroom to fix him up. Not a word about what caused it.
He was adamant that it would put you in danger, that people would come after you, and it was easier to assume he was right.
But this was too absurd to ignore. Gone for over a week, was apparently shot, and now there’s this woman on the news saying Adrian was involved in some black ops team?
“Adrian, I uh, I know we don’t talk about what you do as Vigilante but this is too much.” You broke away from his grasp, pacing back and forth as the TV continued on in the background, a deep dive into Amanda Waller’s public history with the government. Your eyes flicked to the commentary and you brought a hand to your mouth, chewing on your thumbnail.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for you, pulling you by the elbow to sit next to him.
“I can tell you about it. I’ll probably need a new suit anyway so the whole ‘secret identity’ thing isn’t totally moot.”
“What happened to your suit?”
“Kinda got blown up.”
“What?!” You tried to get up again, but Adrian planted his hands on your biceps and kept you there.
“It’s okay! I’ll tell you everything, I promise.”
“Okay.” You settled back on the bed, and he ran his hands down your arms, eyes combing over your body before he pulled you into a firm hug.
“I missed you so much.” His voice was lowered, spoken into your neck as he burrowed his face close to your skin. You felt the vibration of his words climb under your skin, hitting the knot in your throat that you’d been trying to ignore. Your lips trembled into a smile, and you grabbed at the waistband of his boxers, unable to wrap your arms around him but still desperate for closeness.
“I missed you too, Adrian.”
He pulled away, and the carefree grin that’d been fixed on his face was muted by the way his eyebrows tilted, touched and surprised by your words. You could tell him he made the sun rise every day, and every day he’d still be as shocked that you thought of him so fondly. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your nose.
“You want the whole story or the abridged version?” He let his forehead rest against yours, voice laced with giddiness. One day you’d hear the entire story, but today you just wanted to know that he was safe and whatever he’d been doing the past week wouldn’t put him in any significant danger.
“How about you tell me the abridged version now and then you can fill me in on the rest later?” You let your hands fall from his hips, instead resting on his bare thighs.
He grabbed them, “Okay! I was at work one day last week when I saw Peacemaker there with a bunch of people, it turns out they let him out of prison to work for the government killing people. Remember that big starfish on TV months ago?”
You nodded.
“Right! Peacemaker was there! So this time, there were these leaf bug things taking over people and I got roped in because one of them cut off half of my pinky toe and then they got me out of prison after Peacemaker’s dad was being a racist asshole, but what else is new?” He pursed his lips and shook his head, an eyeroll following the brief pause he took.
“Anyway, these things were gonna take over the world, but, they could only survive on this honey stuff from a huuuuge cow they brought from their planet. First we killed a gorilla that was protecting the warehouse where they sent out the honey stuff, then we killed Peacemaker’s dad because he came after us, then the cow. Now they’re going to starve and the world is saved. You’re welcome.” He pinched the skin of your hip and laughed when you smacked his hand away.
“Yes, thank you, brave and handsome Vigilante for saving us.” You tossed your hand to your forehead, feigning a faint onto the bed.
“It was a team effort!” Adrian hopped on top of you, knees on either side of your hip as he towered over you, hands on his hips, “Couldn’t have done it without my gorgeous partner waiting at home!”
You sat up on your elbows, a half smile on your lips, “Oh, come on.”
“And Peacemaker, obviously. It really was a whole team of people.”
You looked down between Adrian’s legs, gaze scattering over his skin, trying to find some sign of injury. A cut, a scar, even a damn bug bite.
Nothing.
It should relieve you, should put your mind at ease and still your pounding heart, but it just reminds you how much Adrian could hurt without you ever knowing. How close he could get to the edge of death without taking it seriously for even a moment because, well, he heals. He always heals.
Except for the day he doesn’t.
He’d casually threaded in serious injury when he was retelling his world-saving adventure, and not for a second did he pause to say it was scary or that he wasn’t sure if he’d come out on top.
“Adrian,” You looked back up at him, still towering, arms fallen to his sides as he stared down at you with a smile.
“Yeah?”
“Are you ever worried that you won’t—” You paused, swallowing, “—that you won’t make it home one day?”
He lowered himself, straddling your legs now, twiddling his fingers between the thin topsheet of your bed, “No.”
“No? Not once while you’re in the field are you afraid you won’t make it home to me? That I’ll have to—have to deal with the ramifications of your death? You don’t think about that?”
“No, I don’t. I think about how awesome it’ll be to tell you about the badass stuff I did.”
“Even if that badass stuff kills you?”
“It doesn’t!”
“But it could! That’s my point—get off me,” You scooted further up on the bed, distancing yourself from him when he slid off you, “You can heal, yes, but sometimes death is a one and done thing, Adrian. What if you get shot in the head? Or bleed out before you can heal? What if you blow yourself up again and you’re not so lucky next time?”
He was silent.
“I’d never ask you to stop being Vigilante, but can you see that when you come home and tell me you did these…these absurd, dangerous things that you’re doing them without me in mind?”
Adrian pushed his glasses, the dimples in his chin appearing as his frown deepened.
You reached over to put a hand on his knee, “I love you, Adrian. I don’t ever want to have to see you in the hospital again.”
“That’s why I jumped out the window and came home.”
“That’s not what I—” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, “I don’t want to see you grievously hurt ever again.”
He nodded, pressing his lips together, “Sorry. I didn’t know you thought about that.”
“I think about it every second we’re not together. Even before I knew about all the Vigilante stuff. I want a whole life with you, Adrian, I don’t want that cut short.”
“I would die before I let that happen.”
You laughed, shaking your head as you pulled him closer by the wrists, “Come here.”
He scooted over on his knees, “I wish you could’ve seen me in action, I really was kicking ass.”
“I know you were. I don’t doubt that for a second. Just, be a little reserved with the explosions and potential torture, okay?”
“As long as the little karate guy doesn’t show up again, absolutely.”
“The what?”
“Doesn’t fit in the abridged version,” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in, “I’ll tell you later.”
His lips met yours and you both melted into the touch, the warmth of his mouth and the firmness of his grip around you steadied your trembling breaths, slowing your heartbeat before his wandering hands sped it back up. With one hand tight on the back of your neck and the other gripping your ass, Adrian pulled your bodies flush together.
You opened your legs so he could sit between them, hips locking together on the bed as your lips did the same, and after a moment, Adrian pushed you over onto your back, kisses barely broken as you switched positions.
His hand slid down your body, underneath the waistband of your sweatpants, a shuddering breath escaping his lips when he slid his fingers over your clit, your body instinctively arching up into him.
“Ohhh, wow.” He whispered, voice trembling.
“Did you forget what I feel like—mm—after only a w—week?”
Adrian circled his thumb over your clit, middle and ring finger pressing at your entrance.
“I forget how nice you feel whenever I’m not touching you.” He smiled against your mouth and started dragging his lips over your skin, teeth nipping at your jawline and down your neck, “Why do you think I wanna have sex all the time?”
He pulled back, his eyes darting around your face before meeting your gaze, “Fantasizing can only do so much.”
In the same breath as that statement, he pushed his fingers inside you, filling the void you’d felt the past week, at least halfway.
You blindly reached for fabric on the bed to hold onto, fists balling over the top sheet as you moaned from his touch, his fingers snaking inside you, a mounting pressure that you needed him to fill right now. You weren’t interested in teasing this out, or making it last; after a week without seeing him and especially after hearing about what he’d been doing in that time, you wanted him inside you.
“Adrian, I need you inside me, please.”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
He slid his fingers out from under your waistband, yanking down your sweats and underwear altogether before he kicked off his own boxers. He’d been ready, of course he had.
You pulled him down for a kiss, feeling the head of his cock brush lightly over your cunt before he positioned it in front of your entrance. Without guidance, he pushed inside you, interrupting the kiss with a deep, indulgent, “F—fffuck.”
Biting down on your bottom lip, you dug your head back into the bed, Adrian’s hips driving you down further as he fucked into you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. It wasn’t like you two were fucking every single day when Adrian wasn’t off saving the world.
There had been times when it was a week or two just, because of life, but right now it was desperate and swift. Fingernails digging into his back, sweat slicking over your stomachs, Adrian’s hot breath burning your skin, the pressure in your cunt welling, an pit of iron in your pelvis closing in on the stuttering thrusts of his cock between your legs. You felt your walls fluttering around him as the hot iron scalded your insides, branding you both with the mark of one another.
When Adrian came you held him against you, hands firm over his ass while he fucked into you, losing more of the little composure he had with every thrust. He moved his mouth to yours, trying to kiss you and instead freezing just above your lips, his body stilling as he hit his orgasm. The choked moans that left his throat lengthened as he melted into you, unintelligible noises turning into shit and oh my god and fuck, sweet girl you feel so good.
Finally able to kiss you again, Adrian continued fucking into you, regaining the rhythm he’d previously held, refusing you even a second of respite.
You moved your hands to his hair, threading your fingers through the feathery dark tufts, shining with sweat. It wasn’t long before you yourself were coming undone with the welling pressure of his cock inside you, that iron pit in your body anchoring you to the bed. You arched your back to try and escape the tension, but Adrian held you down with his weight on top of you, his mouth over yours muffling the broken curses and whiny moans he’d drawn from you. The orgasm washed over your body, muscles spasming and tightening, Adrian’s thrusts slowing down as you yourself cooled.
His cum seeped out from between your legs as he flopped over next to you, one hand sliding underneath your neck to bring you in, the other lazily sitting over his stomach.
The two of you lay there for a moment, catching your breaths. Adrian was the first to break the silence.
“Do you wanna get married?”
You scoffed, shaking your head with a smile, “That good, huh?”
He sat up to slide off the bed, your gaze following him as he tugged on his boxers and walked over to the closet, “Well, yeah, always, but I’m being serious!”
It wasn’t until he pulled out a bright blue velvet box that you sat up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, tip toes on the carpet.
“Adrian, what—” You stopped.
“I actually—oh, wait,” He got down on one knee, “I had this whole other plan, but then when I woke up in the hospital I changed my mind. This is the important thing I needed to tell you. I think about you every minute of my life. I know I should be more careful, but when I’m out there killing bad people, or washing dishes, I’m just thinking about what I have to do to get home faster.
And yeah, sometimes that means throwing a grenade to hurry up the job, which I won’t do in the future! But I love you and I hope that even though I make mistakes like that, you’ll still want to marry me. Because I want to marry you, and you said earlier you want to spend your life with me, so, will you marry me?”
He popped open the little box and there sat a ring with a deep blue gem in the center. You’d half expected him to open the box up to a toy ring, but there lay the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen, nestled right before your eyes. Not that it truly mattered, there was no doubt in your mind that you’d say,
“Yes, Adrian, absolutely. Absolutely!” You slid off the bed and shuffled closer to him on your knees, grabbing the sides of his face to bring him in for a kiss.
It was hard to kiss him with the grin that he couldn’t get rid of, but you were struggling just the same, both of you laughing in between brief kisses.
When you finally pulled away, Adrian took the ring from its box to slide onto your finger. It glittered against your skin, and you shook your head in disbelief. Adrian did think of you. Maybe he got carried away in the field, got carried away trying to make the world a better place, but you trusted his instincts, trusted that he’d always find a way to make it home to you. You’d never stop worrying, but you could live with the knowledge that he was out there with you in his mind.
You grabbed him and kissed him once more, keeping him in a hug after you’d broken from the kiss.
Adrian whispered into your neck, “I’m always going to come home, just so you know.”
And he always did.
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Laughter is the best medicine
• Synopsis: A compliment to the girl who never laughs—and a not so sweet reminder that everyone saw that.
• Pairings: Adrian ‘Vigilante’ Chase x Fem!Reader
• Warnings: Cussing (extremely light and at the end), Fluff w/ Mild Angst, Somewhat Unedited
• Word Count: 489 words
• Request: This was requested by @v1gilantes1ut (on discord)
• Author's Note: Today we (Me and Atlas) are going to be trying a different format. This is a story and not just headcanons! {Atlas (@ashlynxmylove ) typing and here to say this is really Ghost’s work so love them up please!!
You were part of Task Force X during project Star Fish so you were used to some stuff, but you were never prepared for someone like Vigilante. Easy to say, it was a big change from the people you usually have missions with.
Vigilante likes to joke around more than others—a lot more than professionals. You weren’t here to laugh though. Maybe he was, but you weren’t. In fact, keeping your laughter down was skill you, very proudly, paraded around, extremely proudly around Vigilante.
He took that personally.
You somehow never noticed he took it personally, even if the hero that is Peacemaker did. Frankly, he was glad he got Vig off his back for a bit, and when a new mission came along Peacemaker was the first to recommend that you and Vig do it.
So that's how you ended up getting sent out with Vig for that mission. Thrilling.
Truly, thrilling.
It was very peaceful at first, just driving around in the "Vigilante Mobile" looking for a bad guy. You guys didn't really get a good description of the man, but you know he's, “A very sketchy looking man,"—which truly didn't help.
It was dead quiet in the car until Vig opened his mouth.
Thank god.
Not that the conversation was bad! Because it wasn’t, it really wasn’t! But quiet is good sometimes!
"What do you call a fish with no eyes?"
Silence from you—spoke too soon.
"A fssshhhhhhhh.”
He takes a quick glance at you and sees a smile creeping on your face. It was cute? It was cute.
The terrible jokes continued on for a solid 2 minutes.
"What do you call a pig doing karate,” Vig adds finally.
"No idea," you say.
"Pork chops!!" Vig blurts out, trying not to laugh because of his own joke.
Somehow, that‘s the joke that got to you.
You started laughing.
You actually started laughing.
Laughing at something stupid and laughing in front of Vigilante, but it was really laughing.
"Your laugh is really cute,” Vig says bluntly, “like really cute.”
You don’t quite know why, but that makes you snort,, and that makes him laugh.
And that, that was cute. At least, that’s what you thought. Thought it enough to make you stare at him in delight.
"Can you two like not?" Economos says through the earpiece you both have in.
Oh shit. OH SHIT. HE KNEW, THEY KNEW, EVERYBODY HEARD THAT. THEY HEARD THE WHOLE THING. THE. WHOLE. THING.
"We got more information about the person you are looking for, so now please stop being so awkward and do your jobs."
You quickly grab your phone to see the information Eco sent to you—and several texts from Hardcourt telling you to, "just make him shut up already."
You sigh as you read all the things sent to you,
Vig noticed how your mood changed so quickly again.
In another life, maybe, you would be his girl.
The end
Ending Author’s Note:
Thank you again to Atlas for proofreading and re-writing bits and pieces, I couldn't have done it without you, and ofc thank you to the person who requested this! I hope you liked it!
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Meet Me in the Motel Pool - Adrian Chase
Adrian Chase Appreciation Week Day 6--Free Choice!
Hey guys, this is my first Adrian fic (second fic overall) and my first fic for appreciation week! I hope y'all like it. Also, to the Peacemakernet folks--I hope this fits in the "free choice" category! I kind of figured that meant anything goes, so this is just a bunch of different tropes thrown together.
Summary: The 11th Street Kids stop at a motel after a mission, and you and Adrian spend some time together. (fluff)
Word Count: ~2.2k
Warnings: Just a fair amount of cursing, that's it! Also, the group goes swimming but there's literally no physical description of the reader so this can be whoever you want! I want to make it so that anyone can see themselves as reader :)
The mission was long. We’re tired as we drive away from the city, having taken care of a situation at the town hall. I don’t want to get into it, but we needed to get out of there as fast as possible before the mayor’s secretary found him the next morning, dead in his office.
Adrian and Chris seem to be the only two who aren’t completely wiped out, the two of them sitting up front as Adrian drives and Chris plays air guitar to whatever crazy music he had picked out for the ride.
I lean my head back against the wall of the van, closing my eyes and attempting to get some sort of sleep before we get wherever it is we’re going. It’s an empty gesture, though; as if Adrian’s reckless driving and Chris’s loud-ass music would allow for anyone to even think about sleeping, let alone actually achieve it.
“There’s a motel about a mile away,” Leota says, and I open my eyes to see her holding up her phone, directions pulled up. “We could stop there for tonight?”
“Yes, please,” Harcourt responds. “I need a real fucking bed.”
“Me too,” Economos adds.
“You guys are pussies,” Chris says. “‘I need a real bed, I’ve never been to prison, I can’t deal with even the most minor inconveniences because I’m a little bitch,’” he continues in a high-pitched voice, a poor imitation of Harcourt. Adrian laughs characteristically loud, finding Chris’s joke to be more funny than it’s meant to be.
Harcourt flips the two of them off. “Fuck you, jailbird.”
“Hey!” Chris shouts, pointing at her. “Say some negative shit about birds, I dare you!”
The two of them erupt into bickering for a few minutes before the van slows to a stop and Adrian tells them both to knock it the fuck off.
“We’re here,” he says. “Harcourt, get us rooms?” He asks.
The five of us grab our bags out of the van before meeting Harcourt at the front of the motel and grabbing our individual room keys.
“Hey, there’s a pool back there!” Chris says, pointing to the other side of the parking lot. “Anyone down for a swim?”
“Absolutely not,” Harcourt says, turning around and walking towards her room.
“Dye-Beard, you in?” Chris asks Economos. Economos just flips him off in response.
“Pussies!” He shouts before turning to Adebayo. “Leota?” He asks hopefully.
She shrugs. “Sure. I could go for a swim.”
He fist-bumps the air. “Hell yeah! Vig, Y/N? You guys coming?”
“I’ll go,” Adrian says. He turns to me. Y/N?”
Truth be told, I’m tired as shit. But Adrian’s got that effect on me, where all he’s got to do is ask, and I’m there. So I nod, and the four of us make our way up to our rooms before changing into swimming clothes and meeting at the pool.
“The sign says it’s closed,” I say as we approach the gate to the pool.
Chris and Adrian are both wearing shorts and no shirt, while Leota wears a t-shirt and shorts, like me. None of us packed a bathing suit on this mission (why would we need to?), so we’re making do with what we have. It was hard not to stare at Adrian, who normally wouldn’t be caught dead wearing so few clothes. When he wasn’t wearing his suit he was typically seen in a sweater and jeans, even in the summer. He looked over at me and I quickly averted my eyes, finding myself interested in a rock on the ground.
“Who gives a shit if it’s closed?” Chris asks. “That’s rhetorical. No one gives a shit, Y/N. Come on!”
He’s got a point. We just killed someone two hours ago; what’s a sign to stop us from doing whatever we want?
It was a good decision. The tiredness I was feeling is quickly replaced by relaxation, and I find myself unwinding for once, rather than the other way around. It’s nice to have this time with the team--minus Emilia and John--since we’re so rarely able to just sit and chill, our time mostly taken up by world-ending threats and Chris’s bigoted family members. We act like children, having races from one side of the pool to the other and back, playing chicken, and seeing who can hold their breath the longest. Chris almost drowns during the last bit, convinced he can breathe underwater due to a technique that he swears King Shark taught him.
After a little while, both Chris and Leota decide to go back to their hotel rooms, but I don’t miss the look they share between them, like they’re keeping a secret. They both wink at me, and it becomes obvious what that secret is, and even more obvious that they’ve orchestrated this on purpose, to try to get me to spend some more time alone with Adrian.
“Everything okay?” Adrian asks, taking me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah!” I tell him. “I’m good.”
“Good,” he says. “‘Cause I’m still not tired.”
“Me neither.”
He takes a deep breath. “You wanna play mermaids?” He asks, only-half joking.
“Hell yeah,” I answer. “But only if I can get the blue tail.”
“No fair! I want the blue tail! Blue is my signature color, and you know that.”
“I thought teal was your signature color?”
“Teal is a shade of blue, Y/N!”
“Oh, is it?” I ask, cocking my head to the side. “Too bad.”
With no warning, he darts across the pool, picking me up and cradling me in his arms.
“Can I have teal now?” He asks innocently, as if I’m not being physically blackmailed.
I shake my head, refusing to back down.
He drops me in the water. I flail for a moment, waiting until my brain gathers its sense of direction before pushing off the pool floor and gasping for air as I hit the water’s surface. I cough and sputter a few times, catching my breath, and Adrian raises an eyebrow.
“You good?” He asks. He doesn’t look the least bit sorry. “Need CPR?”
“Mouth-to-mouth? From you?” I wink. “Always.”
He looks down at the pool, embarrassed. I’m worried I’ve crossed a line, so I walk over to him. “Hey, Ade, I was joking--”
Suddenly, he’s splashing me, laughing while pushing gallons of water in my direction. “Yeah, right! You wanna kiss me so bad.”
I start splashing him back, trying to get more water in his direction than he’s trying to get in mine. “I do not!”
“Yes, you do!” He shouts back over the sound of the water.
“Do not!”
“Do, too!”
“Do not!”
I’m so invested in winning this battle that I don’t even notice when he’s stopped splashing back, instead walking slowly towards me. He stops barely a step away, and I stop splashing when I see the serious look on his face.
“You do want to kiss me,” he says, softly. He says it matter-of-factly, like he knows it’s true without having to ask me.
He’s right, of course. “I want to kiss you.”
He grabs my face, closing the short gap between us. I fall into him, letting him lead and take control. It’s the perfect first kiss, and I can’t help but think about how I want there to be more.
Suddenly, a breeze hits my back, and I shiver. He notices, because he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting on mine.
“You okay?” Adrian asks.
I nod. “Just cold.” We’ve been in the pool for likely more than an hour, although I have no way to tell for sure. Although I’m enjoying this--more than enjoying it, actually--I could really go for a warm shower and some sleep.
“You wanna go upstairs? C’mon.” He starts walking towards the shallow end, holding my hand and pulling me with him. When we get out he hands me my towel before taking his and drying his hair. He rustles the towel on his head for a few seconds and then takes it off to shake his head back and forth like a dog. I laugh and he stops what he’s doing, standing up straight and putting his hands on his hips. “Something funny?”
I laugh even more at his “serious” stance, and before long he’s picked me up over his shoulder, walking back towards the pool.
“Feel free to share your jokes with the class,” he says, “or else you’re going back for another swim.”
I cave almost immediately. “Okay, okay, fine!” I shout. He puts me down. “You’re just funny when you’re being cute, that’s all.”
His cheeks grow red, and he looks down at the ground. For once in his life--probably the first and last time--he’s speechless, and it’s another minute before he looks back up at me and smiles. “You’re cute too, you know.”
I smile back. “Thanks.”
We pick up our towels and clothes and start walking towards the motel.
“So, I know it’s kind of late, but I’m thinking we could watch a movie tonight? The Hallmark Channel’s always got something on, if you’re looking for some cheesy shit, or--”
“You want me to go back to your room?” I ask, a hint of worry in my voice. I wasn’t expecting him to ask, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for what that entails. I like Adrian--a lot--but I really don’t want to fuck anything up by moving too fast.
“Yeah, is that okay?” he replies, turning to look at me. Seeing the nervous look on my face, he quickly adds, “No, not like that! I don’t mean--I’m not trying to sleep with you. I mean, I want to sleep with you, but that’s all. Sleep. And maybe cuddle. And maybe make out some more. But that’s it, I swear!”
I chuckle. “Okay, I believe you. I’ll come up to your room, but no funny business.” I point my finger at him and he puts his hands up in mock surrender.
“No funny business, I promise.” He smiles. “Unless you still think I’m funny when I’m being cute, and in that case, there will be lots of funny business. In case you didn’t know, I’m adorable.”
I lightly punch his arm. “Sure you are, Ade.”
“I totally am!”
When we get back to his room he lets me take the first shower, which I happily accept. When I get out I change back into my regular clothes and when I open the door, Adrian is half-asleep on the bed.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” I say, poking his shoulder. “I’m not sleeping with you if you’ve still got your bathing suit on.”
He groans but gets up. “You’re so mean to me,” he says, pouting.
I fake-pout back. “Too bad. Go take a shower and maybe when you’re done we can do some of the making out that you were talking about earlier.”
This gets his attention. He perks up and just about runs to the bathroom, placing a quick kiss on my cheek beforehand. I lay in bed and throw on the covers; despite the warmth of the shower and comforter, I’m still cold. I make the impromptu decision to run to my room to grab my jacket while Adrian’s in the shower, but stop when I see one of his sweaters laying across the chair by the door. I get up from the bed and grab it, pulling it over my head and putting my arms through the sleeves. I’m immediately enveloped in warmth, along with the scent of Adrian. I hug my shoulders, taking it all in.
I lay back on the bed, flipping through the channels for a few minutes before I hear the water turn off and Adrian comes out of the bathroom. He looks at me in brief confusion before taking off his glasses--fogged up because of the steam in the bathroom--and cleaning them with the hem of his shirt.
“Is that my sweater?” He asks, placing his glasses back over his eyes.
“Yeah, is that okay?”
“Yeah,” he says, grinning. He plops onto the bed next to me, eyeing me up and down. “You look hot. Like, damn.”
I laugh and push him so that he almost falls off. “No funny business, remember?”
He over-exaggerates rolling his eyes. “Yes, I know. Now, c’mon. I was promised cuddles.” He takes his glasses off and places them on the nightstand, then turns back to me, opening his arms. I gladly shift over into them. He pulls the covers up over the two of us and takes the remote. “What do you want to watch?”
“I don’t care. You pick.”
“Okay. Fargo it is, then.”
I turn so that I’m facing him. “You’re so lame,” I tease.
He feigns offense. “What? Fargo is one of the greatest shows of all time. You just don’t appreciate good television.”
“Whatever, nerd.” I kiss his lips before closing my eyes and burrowing myself into his chest.
“Uh-uh. You’re not getting off that easy.” He uses his finger to lift my chin so I’m back at eye-level with him. “Say you’re sorry for calling me a nerd.”
“No way.”
He kisses me energetically, pushing his lips into mine and interlocking our fingers. “What about now?”
“Nope.”
Another kiss. “Are you sorry yet?”
I shake my head.
Another kiss.
“If you’re gonna kiss me every time I say no to you, then you’re never gonna hear the word ‘yes’ come out of my mouth.”
He thinks about it for a second before kissing me again.
“I can live with that.”
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Pair of Aces - Chapter 6. Day Six
Pair of Aces
Chapter 6. Day Six
Rating: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 10k
Summary: Things get messy with the Butterflies and even messier with our pair back at the motel.
Chapter Content: Graphic violence/ Canon-typical violence, Explosions, Blood, Mild gore, Smut (F/M)
A/N: It's finally heeeeere! Sorry this took a trillion years, real life has been a pain and this is a beast of a chapter. Hopefully, the length (and 🔥content🔥) will make up for the delay! All I have to say is that it's the last night in the motel and we all knew where this was headed 👀
(NOTE: The smut-specific content warnings are after the cut because they kind of include spoilers, please read at your own discretion!)
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*SPOILERS* Kissing, Biting (like, a lot), Nipple play, Fingering (F receiving), Oral (F and M receiving), Hair Pulling, a little Facefucking, PIV, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, a tiny bit of Cum play *END SPOILERS*
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She groaned as her alarm went off way earlier than she ever would have liked. They needed an early start to put their plan into action but that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. The grumpy wake-up call was followed by a rushed breakfast of fruit and granola bars. They needed to be at the mission site and finish preparing for the Glen Tai delivery before their scheduled drop-off at noon. The pair were finally finishing gearing up just before it was time to head out.
She looked over at the mess spread out on his bed and rolled her eyes. "You don't need four guns, Vig. You only have two hands."
"What if one of the guns gets knocked out of my hands?"
She sighed. "Okay, fine. Three guns, then you have an extra. But that's it!"
"But what if another one gets knocked out of my hands!"
"Then you're bad at your job and shouldn't be in the field." She shot him a pointed look.
"Hm." Vig wrinkled his nose in thought as he packed away the three weapons. "Note to self: don't let the bad guys take more than one gun." He finished fiddling with his gear and met her at the front door.
"Ready for this?"
She grinned at him. "This is what I live for. Let's go."
They climbed in the Sebring and headed over to the unassuming farmhouse, anxious to get the day started.
The plan was simple. First, they needed to get into the tunnels before the delivery was scheduled to arrive. They had scoped out a route the night before while exploring, so that was easy. They'd place the adhesive explosion prototypes Task Force X had included in their gear along key structure points in the tunnels.
When the Butterflies show up, they would blow up the entrance to trap them inside and then mow them down in waves until nothing was left standing. After that, they could collapse the tunnel exit once they were clear and call it a day. Just some high-tech explosions and murder. You know, simple stuff.
Setting up was the easiest part, planting the sticky-backed bombs evenly along the cavern went smoothly. Then they camped out by the car, well hidden behind the foliage, and waited for the delivery truck's arrival.
Shortly after noon, a large white delivery truck pulled up to the edge of the property. Two dozen people climbed out the back, all carrying crates full of glass jars into the house.
They waited for a few moments to ensure they wouldn't be spotted and then quickly followed after them. They knew exactly where the hatch was this time, kicking it open and dropping down to catch the delivery squad off guard.
She could barely take her eyes off him as he immediately opened fire on the group of Butterflies. He was a blur of black and teal as he expertly cleared the room, dropping half the group with ease. The noise was insane, gunfire and screams mixed with smashing glass and broken crates. The remaining people begin screeching and running down the underground maze in an attempt to escape.
That was her cue, she whipped out the prototype trigger and started setting off the bombs furthest back first. Several loud booms sounded one after the other and the tunnels began collapsing, trapping the Butterflies in an increasingly smaller space as Vigilante pushed forward.
She followed along behind him, double-tapping the downed bodies through the skull to ensure they all stayed down. She didn't even have a clear shot ahead as Vig raced after the last few stragglers.
Fucking hell, he's good at this.
He had managed to take down nearly the entire group in less than a half hour. Finally the last of the screeching stopped and he popped back into view. He walked back towards her and headed to the ladder leading back to the farmhouse.
"All clear! Let's blow this fucker up!"
She laughed a little at his obvious excitement, but hell he deserved it after that performance. She turned around and started walking back with him, pulling out the trigger to set off the last two charges. Just as she pressed the 3-second timer, her foot caught on a splintered crate and she tumbled to the floor.
She scrambled to get back up, she needed to get the hell out of range immediately. Suddenly two strong hands were wrapped around her, Vigilante tugged her off the filthy ground and around the corner just before the walls collapsed behind her.
"Holy shit!" She coughed violently as she rolled over and stared up at the roof of the nearly destroyed cavern.
Vigilante was on the ground next to her, covered in dirt. He looked over at her. "You good?"
She carefully inspected herself for any damage, minus some dirt of her own everything seemed fine. "Yeah, still all in one piece." She looked back at him. "Thanks."
He wiped off his visor and wiped the dust off his pants as he stood up. "No problem. I wasn't going to let you get blown up, that would just be stupid."
She scrambled to her feet and surveyed the damage. Everything behind them was blown to rubble, the entire system of tunnels had been reduced to a pile of rocks and dirt, effectively camouflaging all the bodies they'd left behind. She would have been one of them if Vigilante hadn't grabbed her.
"Well, I'm glad you also think me dying is stupid." She shot him a grateful smile and grabbed his arm, tugging him towards the exit they'd blocked off for their escape route. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of this mess."
"One second!" He stopped in his tracks and whipped his phone out of his pocket. Turning around, he angled his front-facing camera and snapped a picture throwing a peace sign with the collapsed rubble behind him.
"Peacemaker is gonna love this, what a great day."
She was halfway up the exit ladder with him closely behind, tucking his phone into his utility belt. After they both made it back to the car a safe distance away, she detonated the last explosive and the entrance to the tunnel collapsed in on itself, destroying a significant portion of the house's foundation along with it. She stared for a moment at the destruction, the culmination of the entire week-long mission. They'd done it, had a literal blast and successfully completed their objective. Tomorrow they'd check out of the motel and be back in Evergreen by dinner. A pang hit her stomach at the thought but she wasn't sure why.
Shoving the thoughts aside, she climbed into the passenger seat of the Sebring. Vig had just started driving them back to town when the tinny echoes of Aqua started playing from his pocket.
“Ah shit, can you grab that?”
She reached over and grabbed the cell phone out of his utility belt. Checking the display, she saw that it was Harcourt calling.
The call was quick. After informing Emilia about what they’d found and why they had needed to blow the whole thing up, she promised to file the reports quickly and it was all taken care of.
She hung up the phone and looked over at Vigilante with an unimpressed expression. "So, why the fuck is your ringtone 'Barbie Girl'?"
“Hey! Aqua is the bomb!" He was immediately defensive, under no circumstances would Vigilante tolerate Aqua slander.
"Obviously, I would never insult the legendary Europop group Aqua! I just think Barbie Girl is super overrated." She shrugged dismissively. "Dr.Jones does way more of the heavy lifting on Aquarium and never gets the same respect."
He scoffed in disgust. “Uh, hard no. Barbie Girl is the definitive Aqua single, no contest.”
"Clearly you've been concussed because you're talking absolute fucking nonsense right now." She was not going to back down from this, he was undeniably incorrect. However, the offended noises he emitted in response did not seem to agree with her.
"Look, there's only one way to settle this debate. Pass me the aux cord!" She pulled out her phone and gestured towards him.
Vig coughed awkwardly. “Uh…yeah, so the Vigilantemobile doesn't have one. Cassettes or CDs only."
"Fucking cassettes?" She wrinkled her nose. "Dude, your car sucks."
He sighed. "Yeah, I know. But it's mine, you know?" He patted the steering wheel fondly. "Anyways, just pop the glove box."
She grabbed at the latch in front of her and opened the passenger glove box. Stuffed next to some crumpled papers and napkins was a beat-up CD folder. She flipped it open and quickly located the bright blue disc they needed, Aqua's debut album Aquarium. She briefly stared down at the decades-old CD, it truly was a relic of the past, just like the Sebring.
She popped the album into the disc drive and queued up track three before grinning at him.
"Ready to lose?"
"You fucking wish." Vig took his eyes off the road for a second to address her with a deadly serious tone. “You do not get to be Barbie right now, got it?”
“Damn dude, fine. It’s all you.” She threw up her hands in deference and accepted her role as Ken.
Hiya, Barbie. Hi, Ken!
You wanna go for a ride? Sure, Ken.
Jump in!
She waited patiently as Vig sang out the chorus by himself. She hated to admit it but he really was nailing the song.
I'm a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly
You're my doll, rock and roll, feel the glamour in pink
Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky-panky
She paused for a moment after finishing her two lines of the verse.
Has Aqua always been this horny? Geez.
Vig finally finished singing along with the track and “How do you not love this song?”
“I do! It’s a great track, that was never in question. I just think it’s overrated in comparison. You’ll see.” She skipped forward a track and queued up her song.
“You can do the chorus and the dude parts but that’s it, okay?” She had her own rules for this sing-off too.
He nodded at her. “That’s fair.”
Sometimes the feelin' is right
You fall in love for the first time
Heartbeat and kisses so sweet
Summertime love in the moonlight
It had been ages since she listened to this album but she still knew all the words by heart, Dr.Jones really was the supporting pillar of Aquarium.
Baby, I am missin' you
I want you by my side
And I hope you'll miss me too
Come back and stay
I'll think about you every day
I really want you too
You swept my feet right off the ground
You're the love I found
Her cheeks hurt from grinning with enthusiasm as they belted out the duet verse and launched into the chorus together. There was nothing like some impromptu karaoke to cap off a brutal murder spree!
The song faded out just as Vig pulled into the motel parking lot and the pair tumbled into their room, giddy from all the adrenaline and Europop.
She kicked off her boots and unzipped her dirt-covered jacket, tossing them in a pile by the door. She was relieved her outfit underneath was still fairly clean, it had been a very messy day.
"So, are you going to change your ringtone now that we've established the superior song?" She spun around to grin at him, expecting a snappy defence of Barbie Girl but she was startled by just how close he was.
He had finished stripping off his armour and was just in his black shirt and pants standing right behind her. She took a step back to make some room between them but he stepped towards her in return, quickly invading her space. She shuffled backwards and he was almost directly in front of her when she suddenly collided with the back of the couch and nearly toppled over.
"Woah!"
His hands reached out and grabbed onto her shoulders at the same time she instinctively wrapped hers around his waist to steady herself. She was caught off guard by how warm and solid he felt under her hands. She fisted her fingers into the material of his shirt and suddenly felt something …wet?
"Uh, who's blood is this?" She awkwardly let him go and brought her hand up to show him the bright red splotches left on her skin.
"Oh, shit!" He jumped back from her and immediately tugged at his shirt, feeling out the stain she had discovered on his side. He grimaced as he felt the blood-soaked fabric and quickly stripped it off. Her eyes widened at the unexpected sight of a now half-naked Vigilante in front of her, wildly spinning around on the way to the bathroom mirror trying to inspect himself for wounds. He shut the door behind him and she heard water running for a moment.
She was still in a bit of a daze staring at the bathroom door when he came back out a few minutes later.
"False alarm, definitely not my blood but man was there a lot of it. Did I miss any?" He gestured at his still-bare torso and held his arms out, slowly spinning in a circle for her to inspect.
Oh, goddammit.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm as she surveyed his barely dressed body. He was in incredible shape, that's for certain. There were a few droplets of water dripping down his chest, drawing her eye across his pecs and down his abs, before hitting the waistband of his tactical pants. Frankly, she wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not that there wasn't any blood left on him.
Fuck. Okay, that's enough.
She swallowed hard and shook her head, managing to tear her gaze away from him. "You're all good." She was halfway into giving him a thumbs up before she remembered the mess on her hand.
"Gross." She murmured, looking down at the bloodstains.
"Here, let me help." Vigilante quickly grabbed something from the bathroom, walked over and grabbed her wrist. He held her hand up and gently wiped a damp washcloth across her palm, slowly washing away the blood.
She fought down a blush at how close he suddenly was, still shirtless. She could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. She stared down at his hands working to clean her up, slightly dazed at how sweet he was being. Two hours ago, those same hands were responsible for the deaths of over a dozen people and now they were ever so softly holding hers, cleaning off his victim's blood.
He swiped the cloth over her palm one more time and then stepped back a bit. "There we go."
"Thanks."
"No problem! You should probably take your shirt off now."
Her dazed mind raced to process the sudden request. "W-what?"
He frowned in concern. "To make sure there's no blood on you?"
"Oh."
She was still entirely distracted and without thinking, moved her hand to grab the edge of her shirt. She was about to lift it over her head when Vigilante interrupted her, holding out her duffel bag in his hands.
"You should clean up and get changed, the bathroom's all yours!"
"Right, yes. Obviously. That makes sense." She dropped the hem of her top and lost the fight against blushing, turning a lovely shade of tomato red as she grabbed her bag, ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
Thankfully, there wasn't much blood on her. A few small stains on her top had soaked through to her bra and she quickly stripped it off and ducked into the tub. She was towelling off from her quick shower when she heard a knock on the motel room's front door. She immediately started to panic, no one was supposed to know they were there.
She heard Vigilante's muffled voice and pressed an ear to the door. He was saying something that sounded like 'thank you' to someone and then she heard the door close.
She quickly got dressed in her last pair of clean pyjamas, her usual tank top and shorts combo, and flew out of the bathroom to assess the situation. Vigilante was standing beside the couch, still shirtless but having changed into a pair of sweatpants.
"What's going on?"
He cocked his head to the side at her in confusion. "Hm?"
"I heard someone?"
"Oh!" He reached over and held up a large brown paper bag. "I got us Chinese food!"
She stared at him blankly. "You ordered delivery… to the room no one is supposed to know we're staying in?"
He had the decency to look a little nervous at her question. "Well, we're leaving tomorrow morning and there's no one around and he didn't see anything weird so it's fine, right?"
"You don't think the delivery guy is going to remember a half-naked dude in a fucking mask?"
"He might remember me, sure, but it's not like he knows who I am! Who's he going to tell?" He put the bag down on the coffee table. "I was just trying to surprise you, today was fucking awesome and I thought we deserved a treat."
She sighed and relaxed a little, it was a nice surprise. She eyed the takeout bag appreciatively before snapping her attention back to Vigilante. "Why are you still shirtless anyways? Get dressed."
He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, I can't."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Why not?"
"I'm out of clean shirts."
"You…you're out of clean shirts." She stared at him in disbelief. "How many shirts did you pack?"
"Two."
"For a week?!"
"Yes! Usually that's fine but you got gross goo on one, now the other is all bloody and I can't do anything about that now!"
He crossed his arms defensively across his chest, forcing her attention to his well-defined pecs. He wasn't seriously going to spend the whole night like this, was he?
Oh god, I'm not going to survive.
She flopped down on the couch with a sigh. "Fine, whatever. Let's just eat, I'm starving."
Vig tore open the takeout bag and began to unpack the various containers. He leaned over to grab some of the food, placing his shirtless self right in front of her face. She scooted back as far as she could, trying to resist the urge to grab his bicep and see if it was as firm as it looked. She accidentally knocked against his knee moving away and the soup container in his hands wobbled, threatening to splash over.
"Hey, watch it!" She glared at him. "If you make a mess, you're cleaning it up."
"Okay, okay!"
He steadied his hand and finished serving them both. She flicked on the TV, barely paying any attention to whatever was on but grateful for the small distraction as they ate.
She eyed the last piece of chicken in the container and glanced over at Vig. He had his eyes glued to the TV and didn't seem to notice her staring down his last bite.
What's the worst that could happen?
She darted her hand forward and speared the chicken on her fork, quickly raising it to her mouth. She had made it about halfway before he lunged at her and knocked her flat on the couch, grasping at the fork she held.
She let out a noise of outrage as his body pressed her firmly into the couch, pinning her down. She desperately tried to pull the fork out of his grip, trying her best to ignore how hard he was pressed against her. How the hell had he reacted that quickly?
"How dare you!" He hissed at her, still trying to wrestle the fork out of her hand. "That was mine and you know it."
"No way!" She protested weakly, she wasn't going to admit he was right.
"You're a thief. You know thieves need to be punished." He looked down at her, his face mere inches away from her. "At this point, you're practically begging for it."
She flushed a bright pink at his accusation, there was absolutely no way she was admitting he was right again. She tried to wrench her hand out of his grasp but failed against his strong grip. "I most certainly am no-" She stopped in surprise as their tug of war over the fork caused large blobs of sauce to fly off the utensil and splatter down her arm.
"Oh, great. Now you're making a fucking mess." She glared up at him.
He tightened his grip on her wrist and focused his gaze on the gooey drops splashed on her skin. "Well, then I better clean it up."
Her eyes widened as he leaned in closer and slowly parted his lips. The tip of his tongue flicked out and he licked a stripe up the inside of her wrist, trailing a wet line across her skin as he cleaned up the sticky mess.
Heat pooled between her legs and her heart started to race as she felt his tongue working along the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. What little of her self-control remained was dangerously close to snapping. She had spent the entire week avoiding this ridiculous tension and now she could feel every muscle, every hard edge of his torso on top of her. She couldn't give in now. She didn't hook up on the job, it was a liability. It was unprofessional. It was a risk. There was too much at stake. It was never worth it…
It's not worth it. It's …not …
She was shaken from her inner lecture when Vigilante pressed a small kiss to her wrist and turned towards her.
"There, all better."
He grinned at her and swiped his tongue along his bottom lip to lick the last of the sauce off.
Oh fuck it.
She moved her hand to grab his jaw and without giving either of them a moment to think about what was happening, she pulled him towards her and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was hard and desperate, she was pouring out the entire week’s worth of frustration into it. She swiped her tongue against his bottom lip and he easily opened his mouth to let her in. He tasted like sweet and sour sauce, they probably both did.
Finally, they were forced to break away for air. The pair were left breathless and panting, staring at each other in a mix of confusion and arousal. Vigilante broke the heavy silence first.
"Don't think this will let you off the hook for stealing my food.”
She was about to protest his accusation but he ducked down for another kiss before she could speak. The fork clattered to the floor as they both dropped it, he slipped his hand behind her head instead and she moved hers to cup his jaw. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her firm in his grasp as he kissed her. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, tugging on it. She moaned at the slight twinge of pain mixed with pleasure before he pulled back.
“Fuck.” He swore as he looked her over, her eyes were half-lidded and dark, her lips shiny and swollen from his kiss. "I knew you'd like that."
He shifted his weight and moved his hand from the back of her head down to her shoulder. He brushed his fingertips softly along her collarbone and up the side of her neck. Hooking his thumb under her jaw, he applied some pressure and forced her to turn her head and expose her throat to him.
"I'm biting you again."
There was no question in his tone, he was simply telling her what was about to happen. He leaned down and nipped at a spot right under her ear, smirking against her skin as he heard her breath hitch.
He whispered softly next to her ear, "That's for stealing my food."
He moved down, nuzzling against her neck before biting the side of her throat with more pressure.
"That's for not admitting you liked this last night."
Finally, he reached the junction between her neck and shoulder. Without waiting, he sank his teeth hard into the soft flesh right over her pulse point. She cried out, arching against him as the sharp points of his incisors dug into her skin.
He whispered into her shoulder. "And that's because I fucking wanted to."
He planted a soft kiss over the mark he'd made to slightly soothe the sting and started to pull away from her. She shot out her hand and grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face against her before he could pull back. She could barely think straight, heat was coursing through her veins and there was only one thing she needed.
Her voice was thick and laced with desire when she finally spoke. "Don't stop."
He let out a low growl that vibrated against her skin and immediately acquiesced to her request. He nipped along her shoulder and back up her neck, a path of red marks tracing his steps. She arched up into him, feeling the warmth from his bare chest radiate through the painfully thin tank top she had on.
He kissed and bit every inch of skin he could reach, leaving scorching trails across her body. Taking full advantage of the low-cut neckline of her top, he dipped his head down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh at the swell of her breasts. He smirked against her skin when he felt her nipples tighten in response. She gasped when he leaned down and caught her left nipple between his teeth, the sharpness of his canines barely blunted by the thin fabric barrier.
She dug her nails into his shoulder as he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, saliva soaking through her top. The ache between her thighs was growing and she knew her panties were already soaked.
He slid his hand over her hip and tugged at the hem of her top.
"Can I take this off?" He mumbled the question as he fidgeted with the edge of the soft material.
She pushed him back slightly and arched her back off the couch in response. In a single motion, she grabbed the hem and yanked the tank top over her head, throwing it across the room behind her.
"Better?"
He swallowed hard as he stared down at her, now half-naked beneath him. His gaze roved over her exposed chest, down her sternum and across her stomach before ultimately settling directly on her bare breasts.
"Fucking perfect." His voice was low and hoarse as he drank her in. He cautiously smoothed his fingertips across her skin, tracing a path up her sides and along her ribs to the undersides of her breasts. Her head tipped back and her eyes fluttered closed as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. She let out a small squeak as he suddenly pinched one and he chuckled at her reaction.
"Shut up, they're sensitive." She flushed in embarrassment and smacked him lightly on the shoulder.
He cocked his head to the side and softly squeezed the flesh under his hand. "Should I be gentle?"
She bit her lip and looked up at him. "That's not what I said."
A grin split across his face and he squeezed her breast harder, watching her eyes roll back as she bit down on her lip. He kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. Soft moans escaped her as she arched into his touch, his hands were calloused and rough against her skin. They were hands that got used regularly, to fight, shoot and kill, and right now, turn her insides to jelly.
She nearly bit through her lip when he caught a nipple between his teeth, biting down until she hissed and dug her nails into his shoulder. He released the tender bud and soothed it with his tongue.
He skimmed a hand down her side and across her lower abdomen until he hit the waistband of her shorts, briefly dipping his fingers past the elastic before retreating. He did it again before she huffed and pushed at his wrist, quickly shoving his hand past the band of both her shorts and underwear. He let out a short laugh at her desperation.
"You're so impatient."
As he slid his hand further down he quickly realized why she was so eager for him to touch her, groaning loudly as his fingers swiped through the absolute mess between her legs.
"Holy shit, you're soaked. How long have you been this turned on?"
Her face burned at the question. The answer was rather embarrassing at this point and she was having a hard enough time thinking straight while his fingers swirled around, teasing her slick entrance.
"Come on, answer me."
"Is this your usual interrogation technique?" She bit out a sarcastic response, trying to deflect the questioning.
"Nope. You're just special."
She bit back a whimper as his fingers ghosted over her clit but still avoided giving her the friction she was craving.
She closed her eyes and sighed. "All fucking day."
"All day? Why?"
She bit her lip and avoided his curious gaze.
He frowned slightly and slid the pad of his middle finger over her clit, lightly pressing against it.
"Oh, god." She threw her head back as a jolt of electricity shot through her.
"Tell me." He pressed a finger against her clit again.
Her inner resolve snapped for the second time that evening and she couldn't help but blurt out the truth. "Fine! I like watching you work."
His hand stilled and she fought the instinct to whine at the loss of movement. He looked at her in disbelief.
"Really?"
"Yes."
He moved his fingers away and she failed to hold back another whine as her hips rocked up, desperate for more contact.
"You like watching me fight?"
He was being such a fucking tease, she couldn't take much more of this. She'd behaved all week long and now she just needed to lose herself, turn off all the thoughts in the back of her head. Her voice was low but still audible as she quietly admitted more. "Not just fight, I like watching you win."
She was about to go on when she was interrupted by him roughly capturing her lips, swallowing the loud moan she let out as he suddenly plunged a finger inside her. He quickly added a second, easily sinking them into her wet heat.
He released her mouth and started sucking marks along her neck and chest as he found a steady rhythm fucking into her with his hand, his thumb brushing against her clit as she whimpered underneath his touch. His teeth grazed against her nipple and her walls clenched around his fingers. This, this is what she needed from Vigilante right now.
She was moving against him, angling her hips to try and get his fingers in deeper. He was so close to hitting that sweet spot hidden inside but to her annoyance, his wrist was trapped by the waistband of her shorts and she couldn't quite get the relief she needed.
"Fuck, hold on one second!" She huffed and tugged on his wrist, biting back a whine as he pulled his digits from her and sat back with a confused look on his face.
"Need these off, now." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slid the offending clothing off her hips. He quickly caught on and helped her pull them down her legs, flinging them somewhere into the room behind him. He shifted his position on the couch, placing his hands between her knees and slowly spread them apart.
She rested one foot on the back of the couch cushion and the other on the floor as she opened her thighs as far as she could. She was now completely naked and fully exposed to him. He groaned, red-tinted visor trained firmly on her glistening cunt. He unconsciously licked his lips at the sight before realizing there was something important he could ask her.
"Hey. Can… Can I eat your pussy?" He rested his cheek on her inner thigh as he searched her expression for a reaction.
She nearly choked on her own spit at the unexpected filth that just flew out of his mouth. He sounded like he was asking if he could have the last granola bar, not fuck her with his tongue.
It was an enticing offer she had to admit. It had been ages since she'd let someone do that, it never ended up being worth it. But he knew that already and was still offering... She watched his tongue flick out and drag across his bottom lip, his hungry gaze fixed firmly between her legs. The momentary anxiety she felt was quickly shoved to the side as the throbbing in her pussy helped her make a decision. There was just one thing she needed to make sure of.
"One condition."
"Anything."
She hesitated for a second before continuing. "Promise you'll make me cum?"
He seemed surprised by her request but quickly agreed. "That's pretty much the best part, so yeah. Absolutely."
"Say it." She caught his gaze behind the red glass of his visor and they locked eyes.
"I promise I'll make you cum with my mouth."
She sucked in a sharp breath at the way the words just rolled off his tongue nonchalantly before nodding at him, giving him the permission he needed.
He moved slowly, placing light kisses on her inner thigh as he inched his half-masked face down to her core. He gently spread her open with his fingers and she squirmed under his touch. He made an absolutely gorgeous sight between her legs, the exposed half of his face disappearing behind her thighs as he leaned in to taste her, leaving just part of his visor, black fabric, and white and teal stripes on his mask visible.
He gave a few experimental licks, humming softly with appreciation as her flavour hit his tongue. She shifted her hips under him, urging him closer. He started to swirl his tongue around, trying to find that sweet spot he had under his thumb just before.
He finally hit just the right spot, brushing the flat of his tongue against her clit and he felt her respond instantly. A loud gasp flew from her lips as her hips jerked upwards against his mouth. He wrapped an arm across her lower stomach and pressed down, trying to hold her still as he focused his attention on that sweet spot.
He relentlessly ran the tip of his tongue over her clit, relishing the noises she was making in response. She rocked her hips against him and slid a hand behind his head, trying to hold on to something as she writhed against his face. Her fingers accidentally grazed the seam at the back of his mask and he instinctively flinched, pulling back from her. She withdrew her hand as fast as she could.
"Shit, I'm sorry! I wasn't going to take it off, I just needed to hold on to something."
She panted, trying to catch her breath as she pleaded with him. She was so fucking close, she needed him to keep going. "Please, please don't stop."
His tone was cautious. "Just don't-"
"I won't. I'd never."
He slowly nodded. "Okay, I trust you."
She didn't have time to deal with the full implication of his words before he dove back between her legs with confidence. All traces of rational thought flew from her mind as his tongue plunged into her soaking pussy, eager to fulfil his promise.
She fisted her hands in the fabric of the couch as best she could as her hips lifted entirely off the cushions, grinding harder and harder against his face. Her taste flooded his mouth and he couldn't help but moan into her core, the vibrations rippling through her dripping center.
The waves of pleasure she was riding quickly started to reach the shore as Vigilante pushed her closer and closer to the edge. A barely coherent string of curses fell from her lips when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, hard.
When he did it a second time she was sent flying over the edge, crying out and clamping her shaky thighs down around his head as she gushed all over his tongue, lips and chin. His mask rubbed against the sensitive skin on her inner thighs as he continued to lick at her, consuming every drop of pleasure that spilled out. When she couldn't take any more stimulation she lightly pushed at his shoulders and he finally let her go.
He sat back on his heels as he licked his lips and wiped his face clean with the back of his hand.
"Promise fulfilled?"
A lazy smile spread across her face as she basked in the afterglow of his successfully completed guarantee.
"Fuck yes."
She slowly sat up on the couch and looked over at him. She couldn't help but chuckle at the satisfied smirk that was plastered on his face, his adorable dimples on full display.
"Good. That was really fun, you taste amazing."
"Oh yeah?"
She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She could taste herself, rich and heavy on his lips and determined he was correct. She quickly deepened the kiss chasing more of it, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
She sat up further and slid over to him, shoving at his shoulders to push him against the back of the couch and climbing onto his lap. She straddled him, instantly feeling his hard cock trapped through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
She placed her hand along his throat, moving her thumb under his jaw and turning his head to the side in a mirror of his earlier actions.
"Your turn."
Her voice was raspy and thick with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She leaned over and nipped at the soft spot under his jaw, smiling when he twitched and grabbed at her waist in response. His large hands spread across her entire back as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. She gasped as her bare chest was pressed against his, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the hard lines of his muscles.
As long as she kept touching him, there was nothing else occupying her mind but the stunning sight of the gorgeous and deadly man coming undone in front of her. Consequences be damned, she needed this.
Right here, right now, she needed him.
She sank her teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder, his nails digging into her sides at the sharp pinch. She continued biting down along his throat and shoulder while her hips found a steady rhythm grinding against his cock, her bare pussy making a mess of the fabric beneath her.
She released his neck and leaned back, placing her hands on his pecs and curling her fingers to dig into his skin. She slowly raked her nails down his chest, across his pecs and abs, decorating him with bright red lines. She scraped across his nipples and he hissed, bucking his hips up into her at the momentary discomfort.
The feeling of Vigilante squirming underneath her was overwhelmingly powerful. She knew he was letting her have this, if he really wanted he could break her hold and throw her across the room. But instead, he held still and behaved, willingly taking the onslaught of her teeth and nails against his skin.
She dragged her nails back up his chest, leaving a second set of marks on him. She quickly ducked her head down and replaced her hands with her lips, trailing soothing open-mouth kisses along the angry red paths she'd etched into his skin. She took her time, licking and gently dragging her teeth along every inch of his muscled torso. She finally made her way back down the waistband of his sweatpants. She slid off his lap to settle on her knees between his legs, tugging on the material.
"You're overdressed, take these off."
He quickly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, tugging them down to free his painfully hard cock and kicked them off to the side. She was shamelessly staring at his dick, fuck he was gorgeous. Long and reasonably thick, it would be a challenge for her but nothing impossible to handle.
"Hey, you're making that face again."
She was very confused. "What face?"
"The face where you stare at me with your mouth open. Your eyes get all glazed over, kinda makes you look like a fish."
He raised a hand and squished her cheeks together into a fishy face. She made an annoyed noise and smacked his hands away, glaring at him.
"Quit it! Do you want me to blow you or not?"
"Um. Yes?"
"Yes, what?"
She leaned forward and grasped his cock firmly at the base before leaning in to slowly lick a slow languid stripe up to the tip.
"Fuck, yes. This. Yes to this."
She slowly pumped her hand up and down his hard length while she licked around the head, watching his eyes flutter shut behind his visor.
He bucked into his hips up her grip again and groaned
She found an alternating pattern between her mouth and hand, hand wrapped around the base as she fluttered her tongue up and down the shaft as she travelled along his length.
She started to swallow more of his cock, testing how far down she could take him. He flexed his grip on her hair instinctively when he hit the back of her throat and she moaned slightly from the tension on her scalp.
"Is this okay?" He asks, voice strained. She hummed in response and his hips jerked as the vibrations rocked against his sensitive hardness. "Fuck. Can I pull harder?"
She couldn't exactly reply properly with his cock shoved down her throat but the loud moan gave him enough assurance she was fine with it.
He gripped her hair firmly and started to tug, sliding her up and down on his cock. He slowly picked up the pace, his hand fisting hard in her hair as he thrust further into her mouth and entered her throat.
His breathing was ragged and heavy, getting harsher as he used her face to bring him closer and closer to the tipping point. She moaned around him, saliva starting to drip down around her mouth and chin. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
"You know, I thought you were super pretty when we met and I didn't think you could get any prettier than when I made you cum, but this?"
He pushed her down til she nearly gagged, forcing her to swallow him entirely down to the base. He held her there for a moment, just watching her try not to choke.
"Fuck, you look incredible like this."
He let her go and she pulled back, trying to catch her breath. He ran a thumb along her cheek, swiping up some of the spit and rubbing it against her lips.
"Absolutely beautiful."
She braced her hands on his thighs and took a deep breath, then wrapped her mouth around him and slid his cock right back down all the way on her own. He was already teetering on the edge, ready to spill down her throat when she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him hard.
"Oh, shiiit."
He couldn't hold back any longer and exploded over her tongue. She held him in her mouth as he finished, swallowing down every last drop before she released him and watched him twitch with aftershocks, a very satisfied grin on both their faces.
He slid sideways on the couch and tugged her up from her knees, pulling her on top of him. She melted into his embrace and curled up in his arms with a contented sigh. He couldn't hold still, running his hands over every inch of her he could reach and pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and neck. As long as this never stopped, everything would be fine.
She wasn't keeping close track of the time, laying in a foggy haze of pleasure, but after what felt like an impossibly short moment, she felt his cock twitch to life against her side.
"...are you getting hard again?"
"Uh, yeah? Obviously. You're extremely hot. And also naked. It's kind of unavoidable."
She flushed at the compliment. "I just meant it's really soon after you already came."
He blinked at her a few times. "It's been at least fifteen minutes, that's plenty."
She shook her head, making another mental note for the 'weird shit about Vigilante' file when she felt his cock nudge her side again and made a decision. She carefully extricated herself from his hold and stood up, reaching out a hand out to him.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
"Oh, okay yeah. I guess you're tired. That makes sense." He looked up at her, eyes trailing up her body to her face but getting stuck halfway up her chest, focusing on her tits instead.
"No! Vig." She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Not for sleeping."
"...then for what?"
"You. In bed. With me. Together. Awake."
She stood there naked in front of him speaking patiently, staring at his erection and waiting for him to connect the dots.
After a brief pause, he finally had a lightbulb moment of realization. "Oh! Holy shit, yes."
She nodded and he scrambled off the couch, scooping her off her feet and quickly carrying her over to the bed. He promptly dropped her down in the middle of the mattress
She giggled a little at his enthusiasm as she bounced on impact against the soft surface. She scooted back against the pillows and slowly spread her legs apart. He couldn't help but moan at the sight of her on full display for him, open wide and waiting.
As he crawled up the bed to meet her, she focused on the pitch black of his mask and the strip of red glass hiding his eyes. The dark armour was in such sharp contrast to the rest of his exposed and naked form. She was fully exposed to him but he could only show her almost everything about himself. That was more than enough for now.
He gripped the base of his cock and pumped it into his hand a few times before leaning over her. He started teasing the head against her slick folds, gathering some of the wetness.
"Viiiig…" She whined, grabbing at his upper arms.
"Yes?" He tapped his cockhead against her clit and smirked when her hips jolted.
"Stop teasing me!"
"You want me to stop, hm?" He held still for a moment and laughed at her when she immediately pouted up at him.
She bucked her hips forward, desperately trying to nudge his cock further in. "Don't you fucking dare."
He chuckled again and pulled his hips back, thwarting her efforts.
"Calm down. I'm just trying to warm you up, I don't want to hurt you."
She huffed in frustration. "I can take it, just fuck me already!"
He looked at her closely as she glared up at him. Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dark, pupils blown out wide with a hungry expression.
"You sure?"
The corner of his lips twitched up into that godforsaken grin. He slid his cock against her folds one more time before lining up his hard length at her entrance. He didn't want to hurt her but if she insisted, well…
She bucked her hips towards him again and practically yelled. "Yes!"
"Alright. Just remember, you asked for it."
He pushed all the way in with a single thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her within seconds. She shrieked at the sharp sting as he stretched her wide open and quickly bottomed out deep inside.
Her noises quickly melted into whimpers and her eyes rolled back as the pain faded and the complete and utter fullness of having him sheathed fully inside her overwhelmed her.
"Damn. I guess you can take it." He held still as she squirmed against him.
"Honestly, I wasn't sure I'd fit. You're so fucking tight. You know what they say, tiny hands, tiny pus-"
"Finish that sentence and I'll fucking shoot you." She reached out and wrapped a hand around his throat as she hissed out the threat.
He was going to wait patiently, give her a few moments to adjust, but that's certainly not what she wanted right now.
"Move, now." She squeezed the sides of his neck along with her demand. For a moment she worried she may have gone too far as he completely froze under her grip but she watched carefully as the outline of his eyes fluttered shut behind his visor and his fingertips dug harder into her thighs with a barely audible whimper escaping his lips.
He started to roll his hips against her, ever so slowly dragging his cock along her walls.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"Fuck, yes." Her voice was breathless and raw, and her grip on his neck loosened as she threw her head back against the pillows.
He took the opportunity to wrench her hand away from his neck and grab her other hand, pinning them both beside her head. He leaned over, pressing his chest flat against hers and caging her against the mattress with his body. He peppered small kisses all along her cheek, jaw and throat, anywhere he could reach.
"I meant it, by the way." He panted out, looking down at her. "So fucking tight."
His weight on top of her pinned her to the mattress along with her hands, she was unable to do anything but take what he was giving her. He picked up the pace, the sound of her moans spurring him on.
He couldn't help but smile at the absolute vision underneath him. She was taking him so well, crying out with each thrust and biting down on her bottom lip as she looked up at him with glassy eyes.
"So fucking perfect."
He suddenly snapped his hips up harshly, bottoming out and grinding his hips against her.
"Fuck, Vig!" She practically screamed as she writhed against him.
He had a smug grin plastered on his face as he listened to her shout.
"Hey, do me a favour?"
She squinted at him, this was a pretty strange time to ask for favours. "Uh, okay?"
"Next time you scream my name, can you say the whole thing?"
She puffed out her cheeks, now glowing red with embarrassment. "I am not screaming!"
He cocked his head to the side. "You sure?" His grin widened. "Does that mean you can get louder?"
"I-I…" She stuttered, failing to come up with a reply.
"Yeah? You gonna scream for me?"
Something daring sparked in her eyes as she looked back at him, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Make me."
His expression turned downright predatory as he stared at her and her heart sped up at the dangerous look. He released her hands from beside her head and leaned back. He slid his palms along the backs of her thighs up behind her knees, and he slowly pressed her legs further into the mattress.
"You asked for it." His voice was barely above a whisper but carried the same dangerous tone as his face.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he set a punishing pace, every thrust shoving her further into the mattress. The new angle let his cock hit deeper inside her, brushing against her G-spot and making her feel impossibly full.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she clung to him, desperately raking her nails over his shoulders as he pounded into her. Her tits bounced with every pump of his hips, her tender nipples rubbing back and forth against his chiselled chest, sending pure fire through her veins.
He bit down on her shoulder and she yelped, her cunt clenching around him. He groaned as her walls squeezed him tightly, his harsh grip on her hips digging bruises into her flesh.
"That's it, as loud as you can."
At this point, she wasn't sure which was louder, the sounds of pleasure he was wringing from her or the creaking springs of the shitty motel bed.
He slammed his hips back into her and fucked her relentlessly, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He hit just the right spot at the exact moment he clamped his teeth hard around her breast, right over her nipple. The mix of delicious pleasure and sharp pain caused her to shriek the loudest she could.
"Atta girl."
He placed kisses all along her chest and up her neck, mumbling half-hearted nonsense into her skin. She caught random words through the haze of her pleasure.
"So pretty…"
"…feel so good."
"So fucking loud."
Beads of sweat dripped down his temples, his mask sticking to his forehead as he kept up the pace and sent them both hurtling toward the finish line.
"Where do you want…?"
She could barely form coherent thoughts but managed to choke out an answer. "Inside."
He groaned loudly, his hips stuttering and eyes rolling back behind his visor at the suggestion.
"Seriously? Are you sure?"
"It's fine, I'm -ahh- …it's safe!"
She locked her ankles behind him and pulled him as close as possible, holding him in place inside her. Her nails dragged across his back and shoulders, leaving angry red scratches as she pressed every inch of herself against him.
He sunk his teeth into her shoulder in a vicious bite, right over top of the small mark he had left there the night before. The shock sent her flying over the edge, walls tightly fluttering around his cock as she screamed his name and shattered in his arms.
He continued to fuck her through her high, trying desperately to hold on and drag it out as long as possible for the both of them. She felt like heaven and he never wanted to leave.
She was going to scream herself hoarse if he kept going at this rate, so she bit down on his shoulder to muffle herself. He whimpered loudly as she caught the hard muscle between her teeth and she felt his hips stutter as his pace finally started to falter.
"Come on." She whispered encouragement into his neck, "Cum for me, Vigilante." She drew out each syllable of his chosen name breathlessly in his ear before she leaned down and sunk her teeth into the side of his throat.
"Fuckfuckfuck!" He practically howled as he came undone, emptying his aching cock deep inside her. She held him close, peppering kisses along the bite marks she'd left as he went limp in her arms.
He slowly eased his softening cock out and collapsed on the bed beside her, careful not to crush her under his weight. They both lay there for a moment, shaky and sweaty, trying to catch their breath as they floated back down to Earth together.
"You're sure this was okay?" He had sat up and his gaze was firmly lowered on her exposed pussy, drenched in a mix of their cum.
She nodded. "Yeah, it's a whole thing. No kids."
He only hummed softly in response, clearly distracted by the sight in front of him. He leaned over and brushed his fingers against her dripping cunt, smearing his cum against her clit. She twitched, still slightly sensitive and he slowed his pace.
"You're making a mess." She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched his awestruck expression staring at the mess leaking out of her.
Another quiet hum was the only response he gave as he continued to run his fingers through the mix of their combined fluids.
She gave him another moment or two before gently grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.
"That's enough of that, I need to clean this up." She tugged his hand up to her mouth and quickly stuck his fingers in her mouth. He watched in wide-eyed silence as she licked them clean. She released them with a small pop only when no trace of their mess remained.
"Hand me the tissues?"
Vig snapped out of his trance, wordlessly grabbing the box sitting on the nightstand and handing it to her before flopping down on the mattress next to her.
"Give me twenty minutes and we can do that again." He quickly glanced down at the glistening mess between her thighs. "Maybe ten…"
She rolled her eyes as she cleaned herself up. "Again, seriously? Are you sure you don't have superpowers?"
He just laughed and started trailing kisses down her neck, following the path of the bites he had decorated her with. She swatted his face away from her body before he started something she was way too tired to finish. After the day they'd had, she was absolutely exhausted. She rolled over to face him and before she could say anything she failed to contain a wide yawn.
"I think it's bedtime." She carefully extricated herself from his embrace and got off the bed. "Come on, Vig."
"I'm already in bed though?"
She glanced down at the sweat (and other fluids) soaked covers crumpled on the bed he was laying on.
"We kind of ruined the sheets on this one. I'm not going to make you sleep in the wet spot, we'll just share." She climbed into the other twin bed and pulled back the covers, motioning for him to join her.
She moved over as much as she could but there still wasn't much space. Vigilante stood awkwardly at the edge of the bed fidgeting with the duvet.
"You alright?"
"Um, I just …don't usually don't get to stay for this part." He admitted as he cautiously climbed onto the bed next to her.
She snorted at his shyness, finding it deeply amusing that the man who just came inside her was being so awkward about some cuddling. Rolling over to her side, she reached over and gently took one of his arms, pulling it under her head before taking the other and draping it over her waist. She tried her best to reassure him.
“You can touch me, it's okay.”
He shifted a little behind her. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, it's fine. Just don- oof!" She was cut off mid-sentence as he wrapped his arm around her middle and yanked her backwards into his chest. He held her firmly against him and buried his face in her shoulder, folding around her like a cocoon.
"…don't move around too much." She managed to finish her sentence.
"Okie doke." He mumbled in response.
She smiled into the pillow at his silly tone and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body as he held her. "Goodnight, Vigilante."
He placed a small kiss on her shoulder before fidgeting with his mask, then he settled back against the pillows.
"Goodnight."
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A/N: Holy shit we made it, the slow burn is a full-on inferno. Thank you all for sticking through 20k of exposition just to get here 😂 This was such a challenging chapter to finish but I really hope it was worth it and you all enjoyed it! This is just the beginning for these two, don't worry. Please let me know what you think :) Feedback makes my world go round.
PS: I've mapped out the rest of this series, there should be about 18-20 chapters in total. Chapters 7 and 8 are already half done and hopefully there won't be such a long delay between future updates~
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Idk why but wouldn’t it be funny if Adrian (vigilante) had a go at Edward (Dano!riddler) about the whole duck tape shit? Just me? Okay.
#the batman x reader#the batman imagines#the batman imagine#vigilante imagines#vigilante x reader#vigilante imagine#adrian chase fic#adrian chase fanfiction#adrian chase x reader#adrian chase imagine#adrian chase imagines#dano!riddler x reader#Dano!riddler imagines#Dano!riddler imagine#edward nashton x reader#edward nashton imagine#Edward nashton imagines
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Adrian wakes up one day to discover no can see or hear him anymore--except Chris.
@the-cones-of-dunshire made me think of Adrian as a ghost with unfinished business he doesn't even know about. So! Almost 16k words of ridiculousness.
#peacemaker#vigilmaker#adrian chase#adrian chase fic#vigilmaker fic#don't worry it's a happy ending and no one is dead#this is like flirting with the line between serious and crack lol#none of my ghost stuff makes sense but whatevs
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Hii!! I stumbled across your account after reading the most recent Adrian Chase/Vigilante angst fic and let me just say, I read your whole masterlist and practically sobbed all the water out of my body 😭. I was wondering if you could possibly make a follow up to “couldn’t” or even just anything angsty vigilante. Maybe something that involves like the reader feeling unloved and they have a hard time adjusting to his affection in a sense, like an inner conflict. Love ur work it’s amazing <3
-a/n; it's been do long since I wrote that I had to reread it and I broke my own heart a little ngl (broken heart is inversely proportional to inflated ego)
-warnings; angst 😎, uncommunicative reader, lots of cursing bc im a big girl
You stopped coming into work. Adrian waited at your desk every morning and you never showed. The others said you were sick. He didn't believe them. He gave you the benefit of the doubt for the first few days. But the feeling of your lips was haunting him, he could still taste you. He couldn't sleep.
He rolled over and the alarm clock next to his bed flashed at him.
03:00 AM
He rolled out of bed. He didn't even bother getting dressed. He just slipped out of his home. He walked the streets, kicking pebbles. He knew where you lived, not that you had told him. He may have been harbouring a secret obsession for a while before your kiss. He snuck up to your window, standing, shivering on the fire escape. You didn't notice him as you moved your couch from one side of your cramped living room to the other. He didn't knock. Adrian just watched you. You looked sick. Your eyes were dull, your skin looked grey. You had lost the sense of life that once permeated the office, your body, your home.
You finally looked up from the floor. Your eyes met. You weren't shocked. Adrian seemed like the kind of guy to do this sort of thing. You sighed deeply. You tugged at the hem of your hoodie and opened the window for him to clamber through. He stumbled into your apartment. You ran a hand through your tangled hair. Adrian pushed his glasses further up his nose.
"What do you want, Chase?" You whispered.
"I- I don't know."
Adrian felt small, suddenly. He felt little and bare. He felt vulnerable and unprotected. And you looked big. You looked tired and worn thin. You looked angry. You were scary. You had a knife bared at his through, you had the threat of unbearable rejection, and what did he have? Carelessness? Callousness? No. He had nothing to fight against your icy tone, your harsh words. Your lack of care. He was small, he was frightened. He was in love.
"Why did you come here? You're not hurt. No one's in danger. You have no reason to be here?"
"I don't know," he uttered.
"For fuck's sake, Adrian!" You hissed.
Adrian winced. You softened your tone. You leaned back against the arm of your couch. He looked small. He was shaking. He was nervous. You were tired, wrecked. You reached out an open hand, beckoned him quietly towards you. You know Adrian can be odd sometimes, clueless. Maybe no one had taught him these things, taught him about feelings, and emotions - the gushy stuff. You didn't like gushy things, or gooey things, all the worst things were sticky. Like blood and guts, love and care.
Adrian took a few tender steps towards you and reached out his hand. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist and pulled him gently towards you. Things had fallen still in the apartment. He crowded against you. Suddenly, you couldn't breathe. Adrian dipped his head, his hands trailing up your neck. You pushed him away. Shaking and panting, you shoved him back towards the fire escape.
"You need to get out of here."
"What?" He nearly cried.
"This is so fucking unprofessional, Chase. You need to get the fuck out of my house. Like, right fucking now."
You gave him one last push. Adrian clambered out the window and escaped down the rusty, unstable stairs. He avoided your block for the next few days.
When you returned to work, you were quiet and drained. You looked tired. You sulked around the office. You worked late. Far later than anyone else. Adrian always noticed. He noticed you sitting at your desk, no light other than the light of your computer. He stood in the shadows, watching you type away on a tuesday night. His watched flashed midnight, wednesday.
He skulked out of the shadows and towards your desk. He had finally ditched the costume and that stupid helmet you always made fun of. You rarely saw him in anything else. You didn't see him as he snuck up behind you and placed a tender hand on your shoulder. You didn't make a sound. You just stopped tying as Adrian turned you around. He stood between your legs and held your face in his hands.
"Adrian-" you begam.
"Just- Don't say anything," he begged.
"please," you whispered.
"Shut the fuck up," he laughed breathlessly.
You smiled. It was s small, tired, somewhat pathetic smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. Adrian pulled you up and out of your chair. You stood on shaking legs. You trembled beneath his grasp. Worry, adoration, anticipation all in one.
He kissed you.
It was all consuming and it felt like it lasted forever. You were breathless by the time he pulled away. He leaned his forehead against yours. You laughed quietly.
"You're so fucking difficult, you know that?" Adrian whispered.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
"Why?"
"'Cause it's fucking hot."
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seven (not really) sentence sunday!
tagged by @sznofthesticks thank u bff 🧡
from an adrian chase wip ive had in my docs for years (okay so it was for a different fandom & i changed it to adrian)
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“Oh yeah, she's definitely not fine.” Adrian commented. “When were you gonna mention you'd been stabbed?”
"When was the right time? When we were fighting off those men, or maybe when I was hanging off the edge?!" You fired back. Your breathing was jagged now, the deep, searing pain was taking over, like a parasite burrowing inside you.
"Maybe instead of arguing with Adrian, you could have mentioned it." Leota piped up through the earpiece. You opened your mouth to respond, but instead, you let out a piercing scream, doubling over in agony, clutching at your stomach.
"Fuck, okay guys, you gotta come get us right now. I swear if she dies on me, she always said she'd make it look like I did it and -"
Adrians voice was distorted. It sounded like an old vinyl being played in slow motion. You had absolutely no idea how you were still on your feet, truthfully. You took deep breaths and looked up at Adrian, but you couldn't make out his features. He was just one large blur.
"Adrian, I'm fine." You repeated. You blinked a couple of times, an attempt to restore your vision.
"You don't look fine." Adrian said. "Actually, you look like you're about to faint."
"Mhmm, I think you're gonna want to catch me."
no pressure tags; @afterdarkprincess @harmshake @maplefire18 @crxssjae 💙
#shan shouts into the void#tag game#seven sentence sunday#wip game#adrian chase fic#vigilante fic#adrian chase x you#vigilante x you#adrian chase x reader#vigilante x reader
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