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“Close your eyes for me love.” ? >:3

Lulu! ❤ lol i'm still very much into Stalker!Adrian, but now with a teeny tiny tad bit of a twist!!

Word count: 1000 Warnings: canon typical violence

You were absolutely the most important person in Adrian’s life. After the whole butterfly incident the team went their own ways, even Peacemaker left Evergreen, again. That left you as the only person in town that he cared for. He just…had to work up the courage to actually talk to you!

But not now. Maybe the next time you came into the restaurant. You liked eating there, he noticed. In fact, he noticed a lot about you. It was easy; you were a creature of habit. It meant that even if he couldn’t watch out for you in person, he knew where to find you.

Like right now, you should have been at home, in your pajamas and cuddled up in bed. But you weren't home.

He cursed under his breath and jumped off of your balcony. He had to retrace the steps of where you should have been!

Luckily you were just a block from your apartment complex, but rage filled his core as he saw a man twice your size slam you into a wall, one hand around your throat while the other moved down where he couldn’t see.

Faster than he could ever remember moving, he pulled the man off of you, your gasped coughs only adding to his anger, and shoved him to the other side of the alley.

“Close your eyes for me love.” He growled out as he raised his gun at the man, only hesitating a moment to let you close your eyes.

You did not.

You could not.

You watched as he pulled the trigger, bullet bursting through the man’s skull sending blood and flesh and brain matter across the red brick wall. Brick red and blood red were so different. Neon against the darkness of night.

As much as your mind tried, you could find no pattern in the goopy, stringy, mess slowly being pulled down by gravity. It wasn’t until another shade of red, brilliant and gleaming, obscured your sight did you gasp for a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Vigilante filled your senses, your eyes locked onto his red visor, he smelled of gunpowder and oil, his voice was pleasantly low, not deep and booming and intimidating, but low enough that his worried words (what was he saying?) were able to cut through the temporary tinnitus.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath when you didn’t respond to him a third time. And only because you were worth it, you were worth everything to him, he pulled off his mask and gently cradled your face in his hands, calling your name in hopes of snapping you out of this daze you were in.

“Adrian?” You whispered, shocked, as your eyes locked with his.

His eyebrows scrunched up in the cutest way. “You know who I am?”

Of course you did, he was only the man you were harboring a major crush on. Some people might even consider you a stalker, for all the times you showed up at his work place just for a glimpse of him. Fennel Fields was mediocre Italian food, at best! But you eventually figured out his schedule and couldn’t help but eat there twice a week, just to stare at him. A little creepy, but how he fueled your dreams!

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You snatched the Vigilante mask out of his hand and shoved it back over his head. “You can’t let the cops see you like that!”

Sure, you knew he was Vigilante, but this was the first time you had actually seen him kill someone. You were grateful for that, you didn’t want to think of what your attacker would have done had Vigilante not shown up.

You then grabbed his hand and started to drag him away from the murder scene and towards your apartment.

Vigilante stumbled a bit, “uh, you’re not freaked out?”

“That you saved me? No.”

You decided not to tell him that you often took unnecessary risks with your safety because you were pretty sure he was always following you. He didn’t need to know that you knew his secret. “Thank you for that, by the way.”

“Oh! You’re welcome!” You could hear the smile in his voice. He had such a sweet voice, you’d only ever heard it in passing before, but aimed at you it somehow sounded brighter.

“Are you trying to take me home?” He asked, like he didn’t know where you were leading him.

Right on cue policed sirens echoed through the night and you picked up your pace. “Just until the police go away.”

“Smart.”

It only took a few more minutes before you were pushing him inside your apartment.

Now that he was inside, and the risk of other people seeing him gone, he pulled his mask off again and put his glasses on. “How do you know my name?” He circled back.

“How do you know my name?”

He coughed, “it’s uh, my super power! Yea! I’m really good at guessing names!”

…

“Me too.” You blinked, biting your lip to try and hold back a grin.

“You have a super power?” His little gasp was cute. “I mean, I have a superpower because I’m a superhero. But-”

“Do you wanna fuck?” Now that you had the man you’d been crushing on for weeks in your home and an excuse to keep him here, you might as well go for it.

“What?” He immediately dropped his ramble, eyes going wide and jaw slack as he processed your question.

“We probably have some time to kill while the cops-Mmh!”

He practically lunged himself at you, hands gently but firmly pulling your face to his, crushing his lips against yours as he swallowed the rest of your words.

Adrian really didn’t care what the rest of your sentence was going to be, all he knew was that the one person he’d been dreaming for months was offering to fuck him! He wasn’t going to let this opportunity go!

[Protective Prompts]

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Binge watched Peacemaker so here’s some quick Vigilante prompts! Special thanks to my bestie @tinalbion for putting up with my brain rot and spam messaging. (You’re the one who told me to watch this show, so this is your fault! 🫵😂) Please tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 💙

1. You’re a butterfly who just so happened to take over the body of someone close to Vigilante’s age. You just did what you had to do to survive. It’s like a Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides situation where you’re like Murn, you dissented because you don’t believe your kind have the right to impose their will on the humans like some sort of bug overlords and you just wanna protect the world. You’re one of the only true “good ones” out of your entire species and, in a twist, maybe prefer Earth over your home planet. Maybe you got here a long time before they even decided to look for other means of existing or you were sent out as a scout to well…scout the planet for its conditions and level of compatibility. And you were able to blend into human living for longer, so it’s easier for you to adapt into your own personality. But with the way Adrian is with emotions and such, he doesn't find it weird that you’re not as “human” as other people. He just thinks your oddities are fun quirks. But then whoops you fall in love with Adrian and he falls in love with you. How could he not? You’re beautiful and sweet but also badass when you need to be and you and he have lots of things in common. What if, even after the cow is killed, you miraculously find an alternative food source that can sustain you, so you won’t die within the week after all and you and Adrian can stay together.

“I’m so relieved it can’t be passed sexually. Not that I’m comparing you to an an STD. I love you.” since Chris hooked up with a butterfly and had those fears of her leaving monster STDs on his dick, that being a Butterfly was a venereal disease of some type, that he was going to become one, like a dick vampire. Or he'd really freak about it going up his butt, since Economos made that presentation.

“My girlfriend’s an alien but it’s fine we’re fine it’s cool.”

2. You and Adrian are in the car together with Adrian driving and he may or may not know you’re a butterfly. A butterfly splats against the windshield, clinging and still alive. Adrian, not thinking much about it, says, “Ew.” And turns on his water and windshield wipers to wipe the butterfly away, effectively killing it. He goes back to vibing and singing along to the radio until he looks over at you in the passenger seat and sees your horrified expression. Either he doesn’t know and assumes you just care a lot about animals (he’s never seen you eat meat. Come to think of it, he’s never seen you eat, period but he’s just shrugged that off, guessing maybe you’re just uncomfortable eating in front of people.) Or he knows and is so oblivious to it like,

"Babe, what’s wrong? Are you feeling carsick or— Oh. Ohhhh. Oh no, I totally spaced. Since you’re…y’know…in a human body, I kinda…forgot. Oh shit, that was offensive wasn't it...? Did you know them, like were they your friend or sibling or parent or ex??”

“I just witnessed my boyfriend kill one of my kind but it’s fine, it’s fine, we’re fine.”

3. You and Adrian were dating and you die somehow so they let a butterfly take over your body because it’s like a The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals situation. Better to have some semblance of you with your human memories than nothing at all. Maybe Adrian is taken over by a butterfly too and the butterflies that take your bodies just so happened to be lovers or “mates”. So while you’ve both changed, you and Adrian are still happy and in love in the end, in a way, since the butterflies possess your human memories while in your bodies.

For a slightly happier version, what if it’s just a close call situation and instead of killing you and taking over your brain completely, since it said the butterflies give human hosts super strength among other things, a butterfly is inserted to heal you and it’s more like having another voice in your head like a mental roommate for a few days or weeks and you have a weird craving for honey/the amber fluid but then once you’re recovered, they leave your body without a fight to find another host that was promised and lined up for them. Maybe someone who was dying anyway, so they’re okay with it.

4. Your mother is the legendary Mothra and/or your father is Drury Walker aka Killer Moth. Killer Moth is primarily a scientist who specializes in genetics and bio-engineering and is capable of breeding, cloning, and modifying insects to his liking. He may have moth-like talents as a consequence of an experiment he did on himself, such as boosted strength, wall-clinging ability, and winged flying. Killer Moth is also a competent hand-to-hand fighter, and he occasionally employs a plasma whip as a weapon and control device for his creatures rather than a cocoon cannon.

“What? No, I’m not a butterfly. I’m a moth. We’re totally different species. Unlike butterflies, we can survive on your food. All of Dad’s experiments to create an army of killer moths failed and all the moths died, except for, well, Larva M-319, or Silkie. He turned into his full moth form temporarily, but then he…exploded…and reverted back to his caterpillar form. It was his way of molting. He’s so cute, though! He’s staying with the Teen Titans. Starfire adopted him. I’ll take you to visit sometime.”

“Okaaaay. But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“if you’re a moth, how are you able to take human form like the Butterflies? Did you kill someone and take their body? Aren’t you an experiment too?”

“Oh. Oh, no, I’m not an experiment. I was born naturally with this ability. I came out human but didn’t come into full control of my powers until much later. I don’t know for sure, but my theory is that I still inherited genetics from Dad’s human side. Dad was human before he became Killer Moth, so… My half-sister, Dad calls her Kitten, she doesn’t have any moth qualities at all. She’s fully human, totally ordinary and a total pain in the ass. I’m not close to her at all. I think she’s always been jealous of me for my moth powers. She doesn’t have superhuman strength, stamina, durability, speed, agility, reflexes, flight, razor-sharp antennae and claws, or Toxikinesis like I do. I don’t even have her number in my phone. I love my dad, despite his…flaws, but because of him and his pushover parenting style, she’s spoiled rotten and insufferable.”

5. The laundromat scene from Dr. Horrible but it’s you and Adrian. Adrian has a huge crush on you and, to get to know you, he keeps making excuses to spend time with you like you’re at the laundromat and he’s like,

“Whoa, that’s weird. I asked for one frozen yogurt and they gave me two. You don’t happen to like frozen yogurt, do you?”

“I love it.”

“What a crazy random happenstance!”

And you’re sitting cross-legged on top of the washing machines eating your frozen yogurt together and bonding and he accidentally lets something slip about his work and, to protect his secret identity/double life as Vigilante, he has to cover with a lame excuse.

“I just, you know, REALLY think I'm qualified for this, this job and I just can't get my foot in the door.”

“I'm sure you will.”

“I wanna do great things, you know? I wanna be an achiever. Like Deadpool…”

“The former Special Forces Operative turned mercenary?”

“…I meant Franklin Delano Roosevelt.”

“Well, I've gotten turned down from plenty of jobs. Even fired a few times.”

“I can't imagine anyone firing you.”

“Neither could I. Now I can visualize it really well. But, you know…everything happens.”

“Don't say ‘for a reason’.”

“No, I'm just saying that everything happens.”

“Not to me.”

6. You’re Clark Kent’s twin sister and the last daughter of Krypton. While Clark works at the Daily Planet as a journalist/reporter, you’re working as a waitress/bartender at Fennel Fields as your cover. When you and Adrian are closing up together you turn on the jukebox and dance to the music while cleaning up. Makes wiping down tables, mopping floors, and stacking chairs much more fun. Adrian thinks it’s cute and sometimes even joins you. Sometimes you mysteriously disappear from your shifts for like fifteen minutes because your brother needs you for superhero stuff so you escape out the back door. Quick in and out since you can quick change into your costume and fly faster than the speed of light. You use your heat vision to warm up coffees or pastries when nobody’s looking so it’s like you never left.

“How did you get those trays out so fast?”

“Oh, uh, muscle memory and years of practice?”

Adrian is a darling who covers for you whenever you have to duck out for a bit because he like likes you and “family emergency” is enough for him at first. You go by the human first name your adoptive parents Martha and Jonathan gave you, but maybe you don’t go by Kent, to make who you really are less obvious. He doesn’t suspect anything until later. Why he gets suspicious is up to you. Sometimes you work the bar and have to ward off creepy, pervy guys.

“What can I get for you?”

“I was hoping you could recommend something better than what we’ve been drinking.”

“Well, for the discerning out-of-towner like yourself, I recommend…(alcoholic drink of your choice). You can really taste the extra ten cents.”

“Yes, by all means, two please. So…will you take your top off for me?”

“What?”

“Take your top off for me like wild college girls. Just a quick look. No one’s watching. Just take it off for me.”

You spray the perverts with the handheld water hose, absolutely soaking them, which causes your coworkers to come over and kick them out. Instead of water, you wish you could use your heat vision on them. Adrian is making mental notes to kill them later or at least seriously fuck them up.

“You know what? When I got this job, I signed up to serve coffee and cold, shitty pastries. If I wanted to be in the Justice League, I’d be in the damn Justice League! Yeah. That’s right, Adrian. I helped my twin brother and his friends save the world from a New God called Darkseid and I fucking killed it! We cut off Steppenwolf’s head and threw it back into the portal before it closed and the Mother Boxes were destroyed. But now, I’m just trying to make ends meet while I work my way through Community College and I can do that just as easily, down the street at Starbucks! I quit!”

“You can’t quit!”

“Yeah, I sure as hell can. Clearly if you don’t want me around you… Why else would you be acting so differently around me?”

“But I don’t want you to quit! I mean…”

Adrian being a total nerd tries to gift you a ring made of actual Kryptonite (how he got his hands on that and got someone to make it into a ring, who knows) but he doesn’t know you’re Superman’s sister and you need to figure out a way to not accept or wear the ring without hurting his feelings (he doesn’t have emotions like people do, but he still has them) and/or revealing your secret identity.

“I’m highly allergic to uhhh…the color green?”

Your disguise is also like glasses and nerdy and shy so you’re a lot like Adrian but then you’re super hot as your supergirl/superwoman persona and he doesn’t realize it’s you but when he does somehow find out your secret he’s like,

“Wait, oh my god, I’m dating a baddie??”

“I’m a superhero, not a bad guy or villain.”

“No, I mean like in the Instagram model hot babe way. I don’t know, I don’t have Instagram, I’m just saying you’re hot both in superhero and civilian form.”

“Oh, uh…thanks? I don’t have Instagram either. I’m chronically offline, I guess. Too busy with…superhero stuff.”

“Yeah, same…”

Classic Star Wars misunderstanding where Adrian thinks you and Clark/Kal-El are dating or in an intimate relationship because he’s seen Clark pick you up from work, wrap his arm around your shoulders (but he doesn’t see the part where he does it to put you in a headlock so he can give you a noogie or do other twin brother things to annoy you), or you just spend a lot of time with him because duh you’re in the Justice League or working alongside him part-time.

Or maybe when the Justice League brought him back from the dead, you were called and had to ditch Adrian in the middle of a date. You made an excuse, but he thought it was because you didn’t like him or how the date was going. But turns out it was because Clark didn’t know who he was and was going berserk, using his heat vision and other powers to destroy police cars and fight the Justice League, not recognizing them as his friends. He only snapped out of it when you came on the scene and called him by his human name. You didn’t have time to change into your costume, so you had to approach him on foot and in human clothes. You couldn’t use your powers while you were dressed as a civilian, but he still recognized you. However, from Adrian’s perspective, (whether he saw it on the tv or in person), when Kal-El hugged you and buried his face in your hair, it looked romantic. All he saw was Superman and you wrapping your arms around each other and Superman shooting up into the air, taking you away. When you come back after Steppenwolf is defeated, you have to explain the situation.

“I'm sure Kal-El wasn't on that thing when it blew.”

“He wasn't. I can feel it.”

“You love him, don't you?”

“Yes.”

“All right. I understand. Fine. When he comes back, I won't get in the way.”

“Oh. It's not like that at all. He's my brother.” While Adrian’s brain is too busy processing this information, you kiss him.

“Damn, babe, if only we had gotten together sooner. We could’ve really used you during Project Butterfly when we took out the Cow. You would’ve been so OP you would’ve destroyed those butterflies in milliseconds with your flight and heat vision. And your impenetrability? Those bullets would’ve bounced right off you!”

You’re Kal-El’s twin sister and have adopted a dog (whatever breed you choose) that’s superpowered due to the Butterfly in its head. Once your twin brother discovers you have a Butterfly as a pet dog, he tries to give you shit about it and tell you to “get rid of it”, which you know means he wants you to kill it. But you point out that he has Krypto and he’s being a hypocrite.

“You wanna disapprove of my choice in a pet dog? What about Krypto? He’s literally a super dog too! With heat vision, flight, super strength, and speed! I love Krypto, he’s a very good boy, but so is my dog! They’re the same!”

“They’re not the same! They’re very different! Krypto didn’t horrifically murder hundreds of people and take over their bodies to try to enforce their will on the human race!”

“And neither did the Butterfly that’s in this dog! He/She was a dissenter! You’re gonna blame the actions of others on him/her? He’s/she’s a good Butterfly! I promise! He/She has used those colorful push to talk buttons or ‘one tap for yes, two taps for no’ to communicate with me, and he/she has no intent to hurt me or take over my body. I feed him/her this honey-like stuff and we go on walks and he/she cuddles with me on the couch or in bed and plays with dog toys like any other normal dog!

“Dad said we were put on Earth for a reason, and that reason was to protect humanity! How is keeping that thing helping to protect them?”

“We are protecting the humans! We killed the Cow and stopped the invasion, which you and your friends were too late for to help, by the way! And newsflash, we’re all aliens from outer space, Kal-El! You, me, your dog, my dog! Need I remind you that it was me who dogsat Krypto and handled all the “watch over and protect the world” stuff while you were dead? Trust me, I know what I’m doing. Before the Cow was killed, I swiped more than enough jars of this amber fluid from the processing plant to sustain him/her for many years to come.”

Bonus if you try to get your boyfriend, Adrian, to back you up.

“What about a Chihuahua?”

“Too small, probably wouldn’t fit.”

“Would be cool, though.”

“That wouldn’t be cool at all. Why would that be cool?” Kal-El asks.

“You tell me.”

“It wouldn’t be.”

“There’s your answer.”

Well, he tried. He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit. You’re still not killing or giving up your dog. The “I was born first so you have to listen to me,” excuse Clark loved to use when you were growing up in Kansas with your adoptive parents won’t work this time.

7. You’re Adrian’s best friend and he has a crush on you but you’re oblivious or he keeps it to himself because he doesn’t wanna risk ruining your friendship but then you tell him you got a date or two lined up with Aquaman, Superman, etc. and he tries to subtly discourage you from going on that date/those dates.

“What’s so wrong about Aquaman, hmm? He brings fish to people when they’re hungry and helps protect the sea from pollution and other environmental damage caused by humans. He’s saved so many sea turtles from choking on those plastic ring soda can things.”

“He fucked a fish!”

“He did not fuck a fish!”

“He wanted to fuck a fish!”

“He’s handsome, and an excellent swimmer…”

“What’s your problem with Superman?”

“He’s an alien!”

“Don’t be racist or xenophobic, Adrian.”

“A literal alien from outer space. And! And! He’s the Man of Steel!”

“Yes… impenetrability is one of his superpowers, hence the nickname. So?”

“So?? Haven’t you thought about why he really earned that nickname? He’d break your hand if you tried to punch him, sure, but he really got that nickname because every woman he’s ever slept with has ended up in a wheelchair for weeks after the deed.”

“Oh, come on. That’s bullshit.”

“Nuh uh! I read it! It’s true! It says that once you go Kryptonian, you’re gonna need a wheelchair.”

“From where? A fanfiction site? Kal-El is smart, handsome, and…”

Adrian wants to scream. Either you go on your dates with Justice League men and he tries (and probably fails) to sabotage them, and/or something drives him to finally confess. Or the Justice league men are in on it and it’s a ploy, all part of your plan to push Adrian to fess up already.

Or for something similar that’s funny, Adrian is your current boyfriend and somehow finds out that before you were dating, you, Superman, and Aquaman had a threesome. Or many threesomes, if you did it more than once.

“We’re just good friends now. Ok, yeah, I’ll admit that in the past, we were Friends With Benefits and hooked up a few times. So? You’ve had threesomes too, Adrian. I know about you, Peacemaker, and that Amber girl. Wasn’t she married? And I know that wasn’t the first threesome you’ve had.”

“Superman, I can understand…if you’re into men who would absolutely shatter your pelvis. And Aquaman? You really fucked the fish fucker?”

“Oh my god, Kal-El did not shatter my pelvis and Arthur did not fuck a fish! Where do you hear these rumors?”

“Google.”

“Well, what you read on the internet isn’t true. Anyway, it was years ago. It shouldn’t matter anymore. We’re all in committed relationships with other people now.”

“Did they give you any weird sexually transmitted alien or fish diseases like in the sci-fi movies?”

“Oh my god. No, they were both clean. Can we change the subject and focus on the task at hand?”

8. After Adrian accidentally blows himself up with a grenade and destroys his suit to the point of no salvation, he goes to you to task you with making him a new one. You designed and made him his Vigilante suit, so he knows he can go to you to patch it up or make him another one. It’s either platonic where you’re his sister or romantic where you’re his girlfriend. Up to you.

“I just need a patch job.”

“Hmm. This is megamesh. Outmoded, but very sturdy. And you’ve torn right through it! What have you been doing, Adrian? Moonlighting hero work?”

“Must have happened a long time ago.”

“I see. This is a hobo suit. You can’t be seen in this! I won’t allow it! Five years ago, maybe, but now?”

“What do you mean? You designed it.”

“I never look back. It distracts from the now. You need a new suit. That much is certain.”

“A new suit? Where the heck am I gonna get a new suit?”

“You can't! It’s impossible! I’m far too busy. So ask me now, before I again become sane.”

“Wait....you want to make me...a suit?”

“You push too hard, Adrian! But I accept. It will be bold. Dramatic!”

“Yeah.”

“Heroic!”

“Yeah, something classic, like Superman! Or Batman! Oh! They have great looks! Oh, the cape and the boots-“

“No capes!” You throw a paper ball at him.

“Isn’t that my decision?”

“NO CAPES! They’re tacky and impractical. Now, go on. Your new suit will be finished before your next assignment.”

“I only need a patch job. For sentimental reasons.”

You sigh. “Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit.”

“You’re the best of the best.”

“Yes, I know, Adrian. I know.”

“This project has completely confiscated my life, V. Consumed me as only hero work can. My best work, I must admit. Simple, elegant, yet bold. You will die.”

“I just...”

“I did your suit, and it turned out so beautiful. I cut it a little roomy for the free movement without creating gaps in the armor or weak points where the cloth is. The fabric is comfortable for sensitive skin and can also withstand a temperature of over 1000 degrees. Completely bulletproof. And machine washable, V. That’s a new feature.”

“What on earth do you think I will be doing?!”

“Well, I’m sure I don’t know, Adrian. Luck favors the prepared. I didn’t know your powers, so I covered the basics.”

“I don’t have any powers.”

“No? Well, you’ll look fabulous anyway. Your suit I also designed to withstand enormous friction without heating up or wearing out. A useful feature. Virtually indestructible...yet it breathes like Egyptian cotton. As an extra feature, the suit contains a homing device, giving me the precise global location of the wearer at the touch of a button. Well, V? What do you think?”

9. You’re either Adrian’s girlfriend or sister (romantic or platonic, up to you) and he’s being very stubborn and constantly leaving his hospital room/bed against medical advice because he’s more worried about you than himself so he wants to sit at your bedside until you get discharged, even if you’re asleep most of the time. Or after Adrian escapes from the hospital after getting shot, he goes directly to your place and you’re like,

“So instead of leaving or getting discharged from the hospital like a normal person, you took out your IVs and went out through the window, either ran or hot wired a car to come all the way here, without changing out of your hospital gown?”

“The bullet has been removed and I’m all stitched up, so it’s fine. I’m fine. Do you have spare clothes for me?”

“Yeah, I have a box of your clothes that you left. Gimme a sec and I’ll grab them. But you still have a lot of explaining to do.”

10. You’re Chris’ baby sister (you were an accident) and you were a literal baby when Keith died and so you were taken away from your dad since he was deemed unsuitable or Chris, fearing for your safety, took you away and left you on the doorstep of a foster care or something, so you’d be given to another, hopefully better family. Your father was and still is a piece of shit who couldn’t care less that you were gone. If anything, he was relieved to be free of the burden of having to deal with you. You’re given a new name and everything. You don’t remember your biological family. When Chris grows up he tries to find you but can’t and then he gets put in jail for four years. But then when he has to work for the 11th street kids gang on Project Butterfly they’re able to use their resources to find you and turns out you’re kinda coincidentally dating Adrian who you may or may not know is Vigilante.

11. You tend to be clumsy and reflexively say, “Fuck me!” whenever anything even minorly inconvenient happens like you accidentally cut yourself while using a knife, trip over something, bang your knee or elbow against something, accidentally knock something over, stun your toe, etc. but Adrian, your boyfriend, doesn’t quite understand that it’s an expression or figure of speech so he’s just like,

“Now? I mean… I’m down if you really want to, but we’re at work/in the middle of a mission. Shouldn’t we take care of that first? Unless you want a quickie, then I can…”

“Adrian, what are you— Oh. Oh! That wasn’t an invitation for sex, I just did something stupid and it hurt.”

“Oh… Oh yeah, that makes sense, no, yeah, that’s cool, that’s cool.… Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”

“No, it’s not that serious. Just a bruise or flesh wound. An ice pack or band aid will do, if I even need that. But I mean, since you asked…maybe later? Once we get home? If both of us still have enough energy by then.”

“Sure. Yeah, no, I mean…”

What if during the mission you go on together, Adrian is finally able to fulfill his dream of killing someone with a chainsaw and he’s so elated and pumped up on adrenaline that the two of you have sex to celebrate the success of the mission and that Adrian finally got to kill someone with a chainsaw?

12. You’re an Amazon (whether you’re Diana’s actual biological sister or not is up to you), but despite your proficiency in every single other category when it comes to fighting with swords, shields, hand-to-hand, rope, etc., you could never master how to shoot a fucking arrow from a damn crossbow. You’ve practiced for years and years but, to your shame and embarrassment, always kept missing your target. You don’t know what you’re doing wrong. You’d blame it on the wind at first, but it has to be something wrong with you. Well, to fulfill one Amazonian tradition, whether or not you’re a Princess, you must learn to shoot a flaming arrow through a ceremonial ring, which will happen on the eve of your sister’s coronation (or some other big and important event, like the Amazon Games). It's symbolic for lighting an eternal flame. Either Diana is going to do it with you, but she doesn’t have to practice because she’s already perfect, or you have to do it for some reason even though you’re younger than her. You’re dreading what you imagine will be your impending failure and public humiliation, until Adrian surprises you with appliances he’s saved and set up in the backyard. He teaches you how to shoot a crossbow and it’s like that scene from Princess Diaries 2.

“That's enough flaming ones for now. Are you sure I didn't burn you?”

“Of course you did. Look at his coat.”

“No, no, it's very minor. You just sort of seared the sleeve. Look.”

“Sorry.”

“Ready?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Take your stance.”

“Ok.”

He puts his hand on your shoulder to adjust you. “Elbow down. Just a bit. Use your mouth as an anchor.”

“Excuse me?”

“Touch your mouth. Good. Relax this hand. And breathe in. Release.”

You hit your target. Bullseye.

“Oh.” Did you really do that? It’s hard to believe.

“How did that feel?”

“Wonderful. Wonderful.”

You’d kiss him right then if you didn’t have witnesses.

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fruity-mercenary · 1 month

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Yeah hes like me now 🙀 ALSO IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS LAST SKETCH HEHEH IM TAKING MY TIME CAUSE I WANT IT TO BE SO GOOD 🙏🙏😼 (im thinking of finishing it hopefully this weekend :D)

#small art account #digital drawing #art #fanart #digital #adrian chase #vigilante #vigilante adrian #peacemaker #viglmaker #peacemaker x viglante #chris x adrian #peacemaker tv #john cena #art process #art prompt

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honeycombstrawberry · 2 years

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I came here from AO3 to ask if you would be willing to do a second part to "for you, anything" just cuddles in the hospital after getting y/n in a stable condition sound adorable :]

bonus scene from "for you, anything"

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns) rating: gen word count: 1,028

>>> read on ao3!! <<<

You blink, and it feels like you’re waking up in the morning, except everything fucking hurts.

Without meaning to, you groan, trying to reach up to block the light hitting you in the eyes. Your hand is stopped by a light tug, and you blink again, downwards this time, confused, to find yourself connected to an IV.

If that’s supposed to be painkillers, it’s not working particularly well, you think with agitation, dropping your hand back down.

There’s no moment where you forget what’s happened to you. The memories are all there already, just waiting to fill your mind the second you’re conscious and aware. You’re not sure what happened in between you riding in the van with Adrian and you waking up in this hospital bed, but you at least feel like you’re in less pain than you had been, if nothing else. You’re sure you’ve got Adrian to thank for that.

You’ve only had about two seconds to evaluate the hospital room you’ve been secluded in before the door is pushing in. Adrian’s eyes meet yours, and he nearly drops the bag in his hands when he realizes you’re awake.

“Holy shit,” he says, and shoves the paper bag aside. He’s at your side in a second, perched on the edge of the hospital bed, eyes raking over you quickly, taking your hand in his, far more careful in moving you than you’d been with yourself. He takes your head in his other hand, kisses your temple hard. “Holy shit, okay, you’re— You’re awake, you’re okay, how’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” you tell him, and your throat scratches. You frown, then ask him. “Do you— Is there water?”

“Oh, shit, yes,” he says. He kisses your cheek, then stands to retrieve the paper bag. “The water from the sink here is super janky and all their little water bottles are dumb and destroy the environment so I went and got you your water bottle from home when I was changing my clothes. And then I realized you needed, like, the actual water, too, so I went and got that, and I was getting snacks, but I didn’t know what you’d be able to eat, so I got a bunch of everything—”

“Adrian,” you cut him off, and he turns back to you, hands full of the contents of his paper bag. “Water first.”

He exhales. “Right,” he says, and starts digging through the bag again. He’s changed out of his Vigilante uniform into jeans and a sweater, but he’s still rumpled and sweat-streaked, his hair at all angles. His clothes are changed, but he remains a mess. It’s clear he didn’t linger long, wherever he went.

When he comes back to you, he helps you in taking your water and drinking it, even though you’re not weak enough to need that much help, necessarily. It reassures the both of you to do it, until he can take the bottle away again, setting it aside.

“Do you want food?” he asks. “Or— I mean, the nurse, probably, or a doctor, or somebody. Or, like— More sleep? Or—” You reach out and catch his wrist, tugging lightly at him. You can’t move far, or with much strength, but you squeeze as tight as you can anyways.

“Would you lay down with me?” you ask him. The pain’s burning in you, but the fear’s a little stronger, a little harder to shake. You know, logically, you’re in a safe place, but— you weren’t, for so long, and the back of your mind still itches, and your skin still prickles, and you’ve missed him. Adrian can make it all better, even if it’s a nonsensical thought to have. You think it might still be true, anyways.

Adrian’s brow creases together, crumpling in a sweet sort of affectionate concern.

“Yeah,” he says, and kisses the back of your hand before crouching down to pry off his shoes. He doesn’t bother unlacing them, just kicking them off with ferocity before he climbs up into the hospital bed with you.

Gingerly, gently, he shuffles you, shifts you around, careful of your wounds, your bandages, your healing aches. He threads himself into you, fits himself around you, holds you close and lets you hold him close in return. When you’re held securely in his hands, you can feel your eyes burning, tears streaming hot down your face. You don’t even know what started the tears, or what exactly you’re crying over. The emotions just— come.

“I’ve got you,” Adrian promises you, holding you close. His voice cracks, right in the middle, but he still clings to you, refusing to let you go. “I’ve got you. You’re okay. Nobody’s going to touch you ever again, okay? I’ll— kill them before they can, I promise. You’re okay.” He pushes a kiss to your temple; his lips move against your skin when he tells you, “I love you so much,” and you exhale shakily.

“Thank you,” you tell him, watery.

“You don’t—”

“I love you,” you continue, before he can even finish his protest.

He hesitates, then kisses your hair, the top of your head.

“I love you,” he whispers again. Another kiss, another soft murmur of, “Fuck, I love you. Don’t— Don’t do that to me again, alright?”

“Well,” you say, “I’ll try,” and he huffs a wet laugh.

“You better,” he warns you, slightly lighter, and squeezes you more tightly to him. “Close your eyes again. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”

You let your eyes close, turning your face into his chest. It smarts, the pains along your throat and collar and all over your face stinging, but it soothes the aches so much more to press them into them, to let him cover them and heal you from within, as if that were even possible. You think it just might be, based on how you’re feeling.

His lips find the crown of your head, and you feel them brush your hair when he says, “I’m not going anywhere,” again. You exhale shakily, trying to get yourself to rest, just— relishing in the comforting hold of him around you, knowing he means it.

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sandy-the-glader · 2 years

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My prompts (fluff and NSFW)

Mb if some of these are basic 😭✋

Sfw

1. “Is that my shirt?”

2. “All day with you!”

3. “Your such a nerd.”

4. “This is the 3rd time this week.”

4. “They’re monsters.”

5. “I hate kids.”

6. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

7. “It’s so cute though!”

8. “What are you listening to?”

9. “Did you just bite me?”

10. “Are you crazy? We cannot do that!”

11. “What happened to you?”

12. “Are you 5 years old or something?”

14. “You know I’d do anything for you right?”

15. “You must be a hit with the ladies then.”

16. “There’s actually something wrong with you.”

17. “Uh oh.”

18. “Dance with me?”

19. “Is there something wrong with me?”

20. “Hold my hand!”

21. “You’re gonna be the death of me I swear.”

22. “I’m cooler though right?”

23. “I’m so confused.”

24. “Your literally a murderer.”

25. “Your so pretty.”

26. “Hey? I love you.”

27. “What are you jealous or something?”

28. “Hey yeah shut up.”

29. “Did you just laugh at that?”

30. Pick your own/ request smth

Nsfw!

1. “Then beg.”

2. “Stop being such a tease.”

3. “2 can play that game..”

4. “Is this okay?”

5. “You’re gonna have to be quiet.”

6. “Make me.”

7. “Aw someone’s needy.”

8. “Such a pretty face.”

9. “I want you so bad.”

10. “Oh?”

Just give me a character, prompt and idea! If it’s multiple prompts please say if it’s a separate or same oneshot I panic and I worry if it’s not what you wanted. Also I do other stuff. I would also like to do hc lists if anyone wants. I’m so down to write anything, yet I’m not the best with writing smut.

Tag: @wolvesandvampires

#fic prompt #simon kalivoda #corey cunningham #adrian chase #drew thomas #fred hechinger

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mikeisthricedeceased · 1 year

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One Word Prompts

It’s been a while since I’ve asked for one word prompts, and I think it could be fun! I’m taking a break from a big story outline and need some distractions lol

Just send a word and the name of a character and I’ll see what I can come up with!

Characters I’ve been really thinking about lately are listed below (and I might be open to some others)

Keep in mind that anything that I end up interpreting as sexy/kinky while probably be written with the assumption that the canon character is submissive

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Frank Castle

Matt Murdock

Frankie Morales

Joel Miller

Comandante Veracruz

Ezra (Prospect)

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Pero Tovar

Max Phillips

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Captain John Price

Adrian Chase - “Vigilante”

Moon Boys - Steven, Marc, Jake

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astromechs · 2 years

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22 or 28, Chris & Adrian

here is number 28! and also i posted this on ao3 just because it got a little bit longer than a drabble lol

from this list (still accepting)!

Adrian has his back straight in his chair, defiant. His hands are still tied behind him, but that will change soon. A lot of things will change soon; he’s strong and he’s committed, just like Peacemaker. There won’t be any whining about being electrocuted, no more whining about pinky toes. He’s definitely grown past all of that.

Which, of course, just to get his point across, he’ll have to say as much. Because how else do you communicate anything if you don’t just say it directly? This is why no one understands anybody, and he’s not going to fall into that trap and keep perpetuating the fucking cycle. You’re welcome.

Peering up at the ceiling through his glasses, as defiant as his stance: “I’m not going to tell you anything.” He shifts in his chair, fingers moving closer to the ties. Just a couple of more seconds to stall, he thinks, and he can get himself free. “Because I’m not stupid and weak, and I don’t spill all the beans while I’m being electrocuted. Nope, not me. I’m tough and I don’t feel pain and I can keep my mouth shut.”

So suck on that.

A little more wiggling, and — fuck, yes, he’s got it. Though the ties could, of course, stand to be a little tighter to make this more of a challenge, it’s fine; he’ll go with what he has. And quickly. The ties fall to the floor in one single fluid motion, and with a pivot on his heel, Adrian is at Chris’s chair, undoing the knot. Again, it could stand to be a little tighter — don’t they, like, teach people how to tie super tight knots in the army? — but he’s adaptable, because that’s how he’s survived out there as Vigilante for so long, obviously.

As soon as Chris’s hands are free, Adrian bends over, leaning in to press their lips together. It’ll never not be a thrill to him, kissing the best guy ever who somehow actually wants to kiss him, too (which is so fucking cool, he can’t even begin to tell you how cool that is) — but even so, something about this kiss is a lot less exciting than it usually is, and a lot less exciting than he’d expected this kiss, specifically, would actually be.

Nearby, Eagly begins to squawk on his perch, and they break apart. The moment had already been broken long before that, though. Actually, Adrian has to admit, it had barely even been a moment at all.

In the ensuing silence, the refrigerator hums behind them, and the sun, slowly setting outside, is sending its last through the blinds of the trailer’s windows; by now, Adrian knows better than to look that way so there isn’t this whole awful glare on his glasses. And in this moment, he keeps his eyes on Chris, unblinking before, finally:

“That’s it?”

“Dude,” Chris says, brows knitting, face contorting in that weird way that Adrian has now learned for almost absolute certainty is a sign that he’s getting irritated. “You’re the one who wanted this whole weird fucking redo the torture scenario as foreplay! And I’m here, man. Doing it. For you.”

Adrian scrunches his nose, and considers. That may be true, but — “But you could do it a little better. Your acting’s totally off.” Standing straight again and turning away with his hands going to his hips, he huffs out a sigh. “I just freed you from the big bad alien who was gonna torture us! You should be kissing me like I’m the hero and you’re super grateful that I saved you, not just… half-assing whatever the fuck that was.”

Since he’s still turned away, Adrian doesn’t actually see Chris stand from his chair, but he hears the telltale groan and creak of it (one, Chris is a big guy to start with, and, two, Adrian’s never said anything because he isn’t a total dick, but he desperately needs some new furniture that isn’t on the verge of falling the fuck apart, kitchen chairs and more). He hears him inhale a long breath through his nose before taking the steps necessary to cover the distance between them. Since Adrian has spent years perfecting his skills in reading everything that happens in his environment (another must for all his patrols), that’s all more than enough warning before big, muscular arms that wrap around him. For the voice that mutters — no, almost grows — into his ear:

“Fuck you, I don’t half-ass anything.”

The effect is instant for Adrian; there’s something that feels like a buzz running down his spine, a breath hitches in his throat, and his pants become just a little tighter. Fuck, part of him wants to just skip all of this and get to what they both really want. But before they do that, no matter how much his body is screaming against it, he still has a point to make.

Fortunately for him, he has excellent control over every single muscle. He’s spent years perfecting that, too, after all.

Turning in Chris’s arms, Adrian looks him dead in the eye. That isn’t always the easiest thing for him, eye contact, but it’s easier with Chris, and it’s easier when he has a point to make; put those two things together, and he’s really not thinking much about the struggle at all. “Well, you kinda just did.” He pauses, and tilts his head. “That was some textbook half-assing.”

The more time they spend together, not just as Peacemaker and Vigilante out on patrol killing bad guys and aliens and whatever else, but also as just Chris and Adrian, the more things that Adrian’s started to figure out how to read — or, at least, he thinks so. There’s this look on Chris’s face right now, one that he usually only gets when he’s obviously got his own point to prove; there’s this certain kind of glint in his eye, and one of the corners of his mouth curls into half a smirk.

Another breath catches in Adrian’s throat as Chris leans in, murmuring, voice so low it’s barely even audible, “You think this is half-assing?”

There isn’t much time to let that sit, because before Adrian knows it, Chris is lifting him from the floor with both hands and pressing him close, crashing their mouths together with a force that might’ve actually knocked him off of his feet had it not been for the whole lifting thing happening first.

No, is the last thing that Adrian can think before everything in his brain turns to complete static. No, this is definitely not half-assing.

#adrian chase #chris smith #vigilmaker #vigilante #peacemaker #* fic #* prompt fic #asks #batmurdock #stupid boys being stupid i don't know what else i can say for this lol

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lysenfeu · 7 months

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Helluva Drug

Rating: Explicit 18+ Pairing: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Civilian!FReader Word Count: 3.7k Prompt: Sex pollen

Summary: A civilian gets caught in the crossfire as Vigilante busts a drug operation outside Evergreen and they both get exposed to a strange new substance. Content: Violence, Kidnapping, Dubcon (sex pollen), Accidental Drugging, Smut (F/M), Sex with strangers, Rough sex, Unprotected Sex (no condom)

A/N: It’s a Vigilante-mission-themed fic so please heed the warnings, Vig is a little unhinged and there’s some canon-typical violence and mature themes. Also, Reader is pretty nonchalant about the dubcon and both of them have a good time. Enjoy!

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"Peacemaker, it's Vigilante. I just got the scoop on a big heroin shipment coming in tonight! Let's go down there…" -Adrian Chase, Peacemaker S01E01

Your night wasn’t supposed to go like, it really wasn’t. It had started off as a completely normal shift. You were going about your regular deliveries on your assigned postal route, a quiet little stretch that dipped in and out along the small town Washington state roads. The last stop before you could go home was a drop-off in a warehouse district office address on the outskirts of Evergreen.

Your job was routine, boring and you’d gotten complacent. You hadn’t been paying attention, simply dropping off the parcel and walking back to your truck with the music blaring in your headphones. With your head in the clouds, you completely failed to realize something terrible was happening before it was too late.

You heard the shouting next to your ear a mere second before your earbud was yanked out and you were grabbed from behind. You didn't even get a chance to scream before a hand was covering your mouth and two men were shoving you through a side door into one of the warehouses you thought was empty. After a very brief interrogation, in which you determine these are not very good men and this is definitely not an empty warehouse, they disagree on what to do next.

So now. you were sitting on the cold hard floor of the warehouse, hands zip-tied behind you, wondering what the fuck is going to happen. At least they haven’t hurt you…yet.

The sun was starting to set when you arrived here, you’re not sure how long you’ve been stuck here but you’re certain it’s fully dark outside now. You sighed, flexing your wrists to try and get the ache out of them, the damned zip ties are very uncomfortable. Your head snapped up when you heard yelling coming from outside. Bracing yourself for another unexpected development you were caught off guard when a masked man in black and teal barreled into the room and pointed a pistol at you.

"Oh god, please don't hurt me!" You immediately squeezed your eyes shut in fear, deeply worried about what might happen to you next.

You waited for the sound of the gun firing but nothing happened. You cracked an eye open and he was just standing there instead. Instead of shooting you as you thought, although the gun was still pointed at you, he cocked his head to the side, studying you carefully.

"You don't look like a drug dealer."

"I'm not. I work for the post office." You nodded at your uniform, clearly displaying your profession. “Can you tell me who the fuck you are?”

“I’m Vigilante. Who the fuck are you ?”

You shook your head in dismay. “Someone who really doesn’t want to be here.”

“You gonna tell me what the hell is a postal worker doing in a cartel hideout?”

“Wrong place, wrong time.” You grumbled, still deeply regretting your life choices as you explained what had happened to you earlier.

“Well lucky for you, I’m here.”

He crouched down beside you and pulled out a knife. You flinched, still on edge from the kidnapping, but he simply grabbed your hands and cut you free. You stood up trying to ignore the pins and needles pricking at your wrists as you took a better look at the masked stranger who rescued you. You had no idea who he was but he did look rather impressive. Tall, broad shoulders, slutty waist and a lot of weapons. He didn't look half bad, even if you couldn’t see his face and he was wearing teal. Very lucky for you.

You followed him out the door and when you looked down the hall, your eyes widened in shock. “Did…did you kill them?’

“Hm?” Vig took a quick look in the direction your gaze was fixed and saw the mess. “Oh yeah, definitely. All dead, don’t worry about it.”

You were a bit shaken up by the bodies on the floor outside the room, leaking blood and brains all over the floor. You held your breath and tried not to look too long as you gingerly stepped over the corpses. Vigilante kept his hand on your arm, leading you down the hallway while looking for the exit. You were startled by a noise coming from behind you and you looked over your shoulder, quickly screaming as you saw the barrel of a handgun pointed at you. Vig spun around, pulling out his own weapon and firing a few shots toward the very pissed-off gang member. He yanked at your arm and shoved you through the first open door on the left.

You were absolutely livid. “You said you killed them all!”

“I thought I did! I got all four of them!”

He pushed you across the room, a shabby office full of shelves and some scattered furniture. You crouched down on the floor behind a rickety metal table with something wrapped in brown paper strewn on it. You hissed at him with barely suppressed anger.

“There were FIVE.”

He huffed in annoyance. “Obviously I know that now .”

You covered your ears and ducked down as gunshots rang out, echoing through the warehouse. Your ears were ringing as the two men exchanged fire, when a stray bullet flew over the table and the paper package exploded. A cloud of white powder spread out and dusted around the room. You coughed as it got into your nose and mouth. You noted that it smelled like lavender and tasted like pine trees, a very strange combination. You wiped it off your face with your sleeves and risked a glance over the edge of the table. The shots had stopped and the man in teal looked over at you.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

You panicked a little at the thought of being left alone again after all the unexpected violence. “Where are you going?!”

He hesitated for a second before answering you. “I’m just gonna go and count again. I’ll be right back. I’m gonna keep you safe, okay?”

You nodded, not having much choice otherwise. “Okay.”

You pulled yourself up from behind the table and tried to steady your nerves. You started to feel tingling in your fingertips and wondered if you were having a panic attack. But instead of the usual tunnel vision, you just felt…warm. Really, really warm. Uncomfortably warm, like someone poured hot water directly into your veins. Sweat gathered on your forehead and your thoughts started to get jumbled, you were having a hard time focusing on anything.

“Are you okay?”

You spun around to see that Vigilante had finally come back. You took a long hard look at him, really taking your time studying the strange man in front of you. Had teal always looked this attractive? He was dangerous, certainly, but you found you didn’t mind that too much right now. Maybe he miscounted but he had still saved you, he was clearly a good guy, a hero. Your hero.

Vig was watching you with deep concern.

“Hey, come here.”

He reached out and you let him pull you forward with no protest. Your pupils were blown out so wide your eyes were practically black, your cheeks were bright red and you were glistening with sweat. Vig frowned under the cover of his mask, something wasn’t right. You weren’t like this a moment ago. He tugged off one of his gloves and pressed his bare hand to your forehead discovering your skin was blazing hot. The moment he touched you, you felt tingles spread through every cell of your body. You felt like you’d been electrocuted and suddenly you knew there was only one thing you could possibly do next. You don't bother to fight the impulses screaming at you to get close to him, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his. Your addled brain clearly didn’t think things through as you got a mouthful of nylon instead of soft skin, which was doing nothing to sate the overwhelming urgency racing through you.

He stumbled backwards as your fingers fumbled around the back of his neck, haphazardly trying to tug the fabric off. He grabbed your hands, yanking them away from his head and flinging you back.

“What the hell?! Don’t touch the fucking mask!”

“I’m sorry! I just-” You tried to calm down and remember how to breathe. “-want to kiss you so bad.” The only intelligible thought your mind was able to conjure was how badly you needed him to touch you, kiss you, anything . Your body was on fire and the only thing that would help was him. Your entire being was vibrating, desperately craving a taste of the teal and black-clad stranger in front of you.

Vigilante moved away from you as fast as he could, putting some space between your bodies as he started to feel way too hot. He tried taking a few deep breaths to steady himself. Something weird was going on, you were staring at him like you wanted to eat him. He started to pant, suddenly feeling very lightheaded as he smelled a hint of flowery something and what tasted kind of like Christmas filtered through the fibres in his mask. An unexpected warmth flooded his system, rapidly coursing through every inch of his body.

“Shit, why is it so hot in here? What the fuck.”

Beads of sweat started dripping down the back of his neck and the dark fabric stretched over his face started feeling deeply uncomfortable as his temperature kept rising. In less than a minute he felt like he was sitting on the surface of the sun, his body overwhelmed by waves of heat. He needed to keep the mask on, needed to protect his identity from you, there was too much danger. He didn’t even know you but when he looked over at you, his brain short-circuited. Everything that wasn't you was thrown out of his mind, right now you were all he could think about. His body burned at the thought of getting his hands on you. He needed to touch you, sink his teeth into you, just fucking feel you any way he could.

He wasn’t sure how long he managed to stay on the other side of the room. It felt like hours but was actually less than a minute until he just couldn’t take it anymore. He slipped his hands under the edge at the back and yanked his mask off, dropping it carelessly to the floor. He felt a degree or two cooler and took a few deep breaths, feeling the air on his bare face. He turned to face you, his cheeks flushed pink and still breathing heavily.

You managed to get a decent look at his adorable dimples, messy dark curls and bright green eyes, darkened just like yours, before you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. You practically pounced on him, your hands reaching out to grab the back of his neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss. The second you touched him, the tingles came back in full force. It felt like you’d be shocked and any remaining shred of coherent thought either of you had flew out the window. This is all you wanted, what you needed. Vigilante had completely stopped fighting, his hands flying out to grab your hips and pull you closer as he hungrily kissed you back. Thanking any and every higher power that he took the mask off, you sank your teeth into his bottom lip. He groaned and you took the opportunity to shove your tongue in his mouth as his hands began to slide along your lower body, skating over your hips and waist, grabbing at your clothes and touching anywhere he could reach.

You finally broke the kiss to catch your breath and started clawing at his shoulders, you needed the barriers between you gone immediately. You were trying your best to tug off the layers of armour that were so irritatingly in your way, the tactical equipment the only thing keeping you from your ultimate desire. He regrettably removed his hands from your ass to do it himself, quickly moving to a series of hidden straps and buckles to release the complex gear. You started stripping off your own clothes, fumbling with the buttons in your haste before shucking off the rest of your uniform in record time.

You barely had time to spin around before it was his turn to pounce. You gasped as he suddenly gripped the backs of your thighs and lifted you, pressing you against the nearest wall. Fuck, he was strong, holding you up like it was nothing. You whimpered, feeling yourself flood with wetness as his hands on your bare skin fed the desire racing through you.

“Need you. Now.” was the only thing you were able to mumble before you buried your face in his neck, not being able to resist scraping your teeth along the toned muscle.

Any other words you may have thought of were immediately shoved out of your mind as he reached down and positioned his cock at your entrance. He slowly slid inside you, letting you feel every inch dragging along your inner walls. Your head tipped back as he bottomed out and you were overwhelmed with how impossibly full you felt. His cock was absolutely incredible, the perfect fit to hit every sweet spot deep inside you. He wrapped one arm tightly around your waist and placed his free hand behind your head to stop you from smacking into the wall as he began to thrust. You dug your nails into his shoulders and moaned shamelessly as he set a brutal pace, not being able to hold back from pounding into you with his full strength. You barely resisted the urge to sink your teeth into the bicep flexed beside your head, instead leaning forward to capture his lips again. The light taste of juniper lingered mixed with the raw taste of him. Vigilante tasted faintly of mint with a hint of gunpowder and copper, the last flavour possibly being from your earlier bite.

You were completely lost in him, gazes locked on each other. Your breasts were pressed firmly against his chest, pebbled nipples brushing against his skin offering delicious friction as you bounced on his cock. You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs as you gushed around him, an endless stream of pleasure he was wringing from your body. You were practically drowning in the sea of his green eyes as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your eyes fluttered closed involuntarily as the pressure built more and more, coiling in your lower abdomen.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly he was going to finish you off, he just felt so goddamn good . He swore and bit down on your shoulder when you finally screamed and clenched tightly around him. Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably as spots danced across your vision, blurring everything out as you rode out the high. You were almost boneless in his arms as he continued to fuck you through your release.

You expected him to climax soon after you but he surprised you when he stopped, pulled out and set you back down on the floor. You whined at the loss of his cock inside you, feeling desperately empty without the warmth filling you up. Your legs were a little wobbly, still off balance from the intense orgasm just moments before but he steadied you, ensuring you didn’t tumble to the ground. You didn’t have to wonder long about what was happening as he quickly maneuvered you over to the table and placed a hand on your lower back, pushing down until you were bent over and exposed.

“Stay like that for me, fuck, just like that.”

You weren’t sure how he was managing to string words together when you had been reduced to nothing but moans and whimpers for a while. You also weren't sure how much more of this exquisite torture you could take but your hazy mind and body were still screaming for his touch and you mindlessly spread your feet further apart, making room for him. You rested your elbows and chest on the table and held still as he pushed his still-hard cock back inside you.

He leaned over and pressed you harder against the table with his full weight, his incredibly toned chest keeping you still as his fingers dug into your hips. Oh, fuck . You gasped as the new position let him hit even deeper inside you. You could barely breathe as his hips snapped into you over and over, the sound filling the small room. All you could do was hold on and try to stay conscious as you were mercilessly railed by Vigilante.

Your second climax hit you like a freight train, letting out a scream as your back arched and your body convulsed underneath him. He had the presence of mind to pull out at the last second, thick ropes of cum splattering onto the grey concrete instead of deep inside you. You had a fleeting thought about what a waste that was before your legs finally gave out and you sank down to the floor.

You lay flat on the cold warehouse floor for a moment, simply trying to catch your breath and ride out the aftershocks still rocketing through you. When you finally floated back down to Earth, you pulled yourself up and set about getting dressed. You were still a bit sweaty and your thighs were sticky as you picked up your scattered clothing. You slowly tugged your uniform back on, casually noting some of the small bruises and marks Vig had pressed into your skin with his hands and teeth.

After you were dressed you stood around awkwardly for a moment, avoiding looking at the redressed Vigilante as he pulled his mask back on. You wondered what you should say or do next. What was the social protocol here? What should you say? You were grateful when he spoke up first.

“Sex Panther.”

That…was not what you were expecting.

“What?”

He turned towards you and held up the ruined paper package from the table. “It says ‘Sex Panther’. I think these guys were importing more than just heroin.”

You started to put two and two together with the drug cartel, the powder in the air and the Sex Panther label.

“So that stuff is what made all of…” You gestured awkwardly between the two of you, “This… happen?”

Vigilante nodded at you. "Looks like it. I think you got a way bigger dose, my mask filtered some of it."

You exhaled slowly, trying to process the information. Sex drugs explained a lot, you weren't normally the type to uncontrollably jump strangers' bones 5 minutes after meeting them (especially after watching them kill someone in front of you…). You shook your head to clear the last of your lingering mental haze and exhaustion started to set in. You were tired and your muscles were starting to ache from this whole ordeal, between the kidnapping and frenzied sex.

“So… what now?”

"How do you feel?"

You suppressed a tiny smile, that was really nice of him to ask.

"Fine, a little worn out but fine." You looked around the ruined office and felt how damp and sticky you felt. "Um…can I go home now?"

He checked your eyes, they were back to normal. Your skin was still a little flushed but you were breathing normally and seemed okay.

“Yeah, sure. Come on.”

Vigilante cautiously led you out of the warehouse and walked you back to your truck, saying it was the least he could do after everything that happened. You climbed into the vehicle and fumbled around for your keys.

“You sure you're gonna be okay to drive?”

“Yeah, uh. I feel fine, mostly. Just a little sore.” You coughed awkwardly, blushing a little as you looked away from him. “I really should go. My boss is gonna be pissed.”

He nodded. “Hey, just before you leave… “

You held your breath, wondering what he might want to ask next.

“You know you can’t tell anyone about this, right?”

You schooled your face into a deadpan expression, hiding your brief moment of disappointment that it wasn’t him asking for your number. “What, I shouldn't mention I was kidnapped by a drug gang, held hostage, watched a masked stranger kill some guys then got accidentally drugged with said stranger and had some of the best sex of my life in a random warehouse?”

Your eyes widened and you looked everywhere but at him as you chewed your lip nervously. That wasn’t exactly what you planned on admitting, it just flew out, you were tired . You watched the corners of his eyes crinkle up through the red visor as he smiled under the mask.

“Well hey, that last part is fine but definitely not the other stuff.” His eyes narrowed and his tone got a little more serious. “This warehouse isn’t the only one that gang is operating, if you tell anyone about this, you'll have a target on your back. And you saw my face. So if you tell anyone about me, I'll have to kill you and that would suck because you’re really pretty.”

You sucked in an uneasy breath at the explicit threat to your life mixed with the strangely sweet compliment. “O-okay, sure. I won't tell anyone. Promise.”

His shoulders relaxed and his tone picked up again. “Okay, awesome. Sorry about all the shooting and you know, the accidental drugging. But I’m definitely not sorry the sex was so great. See ya!”

He stepped back and gave a little wave as you pulled out of the lot, quickly heading back towards home. You shook your head in disbelief at the events of your evening. Even if you did try and tell someone, who the fuck would believe you? Kidnapping, masked strangers and sex drugs? It was too weird to be real… unless you’re in Evergreen, apparently. Oh well. You didn’t die and it could’ve been worse, at least he was cute.

Really, really cute.

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A/N: This one was a lot of fun to write so I really hope you guys enjoy it! Feel free to leave a comment, reblog or like <3

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multifandomfanficss · 2 months

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F*ck You?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

and the rest of the 11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, but no actual sex. The team bullying Adrian as per cannon ☹️. Peacemaker typical language.

A/N: Just a silly little thought I had at 5am during a text convo with one of my best friends when I couldn’t sleep. Shout out Tyler for letting me bounce this idea off you. Thanks bestie! Just a short little fic. The italics are flashbacks. Crossposting on my AO3 adriansglasses.

Adrian stuck his middle finger up, pointed at you. You were going through some files on the other side of the room unable to see him behind the papers you were focusing on. Those who saw were giving him questioning looks.

“Dude why are you flipping off, (Y/N)? I didn’t realize you were mad at them” Economos decided to be the first to question him. Usually he didn’t care enough to ask, but even he was curious as to why Adrian was enthusiastically flipping you off.

“Oh! That’s because I’m not. I just wanna have sex when we get back to my apartment. I was saying can I fuck you.” Adrian says, as if it’s obvious. Chris begins to laugh, having overheard the conversation.

“Oh my god. I’m not sure if you’re insane or an idiot.” Harcourt rolls her eyes, walking away.

“I’m pretty sure he’s both. You know that’s not what that means right?” Economos questions.

“It has two meanings.” Adrian says in a very matter of fact way.

“No, it doesn’t.” John argues.

“Then how do they always know what I mean?” Adrian asks, as if he’s proving his point.

Chris continues to laugh to himself as Adrian and Economos argue.

You’re deep in thought, not paying them any attention when Leota passes you the file you were looking for.

“Thanks!” You smile at her.

“Why is Adrian flipping you off?” She asks.

You look over at him, blushing. You nod.

“See!” Adrian yells throwing up his arms. “Two meanings! I told you!”

“Oh god.” You blush, hiding your face in one of the files. You didn’t need the entire team knowing you were going home to have sex after this, but it’s not like it was that big of a surprise. You’d been dating Adrian for a while, of course you had a sex life. “I don’t know how or why he got it into his head that fuck you means can I fuck you- but like I personally think it’s very clever and very cute so I just don’t correct him.” You laugh, deciding to be honest with Leota.

You thought back to the first time he flipped you off in such a manner. You were out with the team celebrating with drinks after a mission. He threw up his middle finger, drawing a question mark in the air with the other hand. You looked at him with a confused look and mouthed. ‘Are you asking me to have sex with you?’ and he mouth back, ‘Isn’t it obvious?’. Only Adrian could think something like that was obvious. Only Adrian would even do something like that. You smiled, laughing quietly to yourself. It was so uniquely him.

Chris was still laughing uncontrollably in the back. He was thinking of the first time he’d seen Adrian do this too. Little did everyone else know Chris had been the one to teach it to him long before you were dating.

“You really wanna know how I pick up chicks across the bar?” Chris asked with a shit eating smirk.

“Please!” Adrian begged. He could pull girls as Vigilante no problem, but it was a lot harder without the suit.

“Be direct. Just ask if she wants to go home with you. The most subtle way to be direct is to flip her off.” Chris falsely informs.

“Wait… you want me to be subtle and direct? I’m confused.” Adrian asks.

“Well, yeah. You want her to know, not the whole bar.” Chris quickly lies.

“I always thought flipping somebody off was an insult.” Adrian is rightfully cautious.

“It has two meanings. It’s like special. Special can mean you’re one of a kind, cool, awesome, or it could be used the other way.” Chris explains.

“Oh! Okay!” Adrian smiles, before pausing, with a pondering facial expression. “Wait! You call me special all the time.”

“You should hit on that girl over there!” Chris redirects.

“Okay… here goes nothing…” Adrian says, slowly raising his middle finger. The girl looks shocked and starts to walk up to the two men at the bar. “Oh wow! I think it worked!”

Her pace picks up. She walks up to Adrian, slapping him, hard.

“Wait! This is positive! I’m hitting on you!” Adrian says frantically with his finger still up, as she walks away.

“Aw! Fuck! Do you think maybe she had a boyfriend?” Adrian asks, adjusting his glasses and rubbing his jaw.

“Yeah, maybe.” Chris laughs hysterically.

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milkywaydrabbles · 8 months

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33° prompt with Alucard 🤭

A/N: When I saw which prompt this was I think I blacked for a sec ngl. I hope you like it as much as I do bc he got me fucking sprinting rn. Enjoy mwuah

CW: Facesitting, humping, oral (f!receiving), switch! Alucard,

Facesitting x Alucard

“Fuck, good boy, Adrian.” You breathed out a moan, fingers tugging and teasing your own nipples. Below you was Alucard, gripping the sheets like his life depended on it and humping the air. “You feel so good, honey.” He had been under you eating you like a man starved for the last three orgasm you had. He had relinquished all power to you, something that happens so rarely because of his past traumas with not being in control. But he trusted you. He trusted you more than anything or anyone in the world, and so when he gives you control, asks you to take over, how are you supposed to say no?

Alucard nipped and suckled your thighs, nose pressed deep against the apex of your thighs and he breathed in deep, eyes rolling to the back of his head in ecstasy. You smelled divine. “Baby, please let me touch you.” His muffled cries almost had you. Almost. “You are touching me.” You rebutted, rolling your hips into his mouth once more for good measure. You shuddered, barely holding on by the thread. In reality you wanted Alucard more than anything to grip onto you and fuck you like a mad man, but you wanted to stay in control for as long as he would allow it. It felt good, knowing he let you do this to him. He stayed quiet after that show, instead whimpering into your sopping wet pussy and tongueing your slit. You applied more pressure onto him, practically humping his face as his tongue and lips were all over you, sucking on your lips and pushing as deep into your cunt as his tongue would allow. The pressure of his nose on your clit was so delicious, hands continuing to fondle at your chest while you rode his face. “Fuck, Adrian, you’re doing so good.” You would cry, bringing a hand down to the crown on his head and petting him. You felt him buck his hips into the air searching frantically for relief. “Keep fucking me with your tongue baby boy, fuck..it feels so good.” You encouraged, lifting your hips to give him time to breathe before going back down--only to see him chasing your pussy to stay as close as possible. You cooed, using the hand that was petting him to push him closer to your wet heat. “So cute, you want me that much hmm?” He nodded furiously, attaching his lips to your clit and giving it a wet suck. You cried out in pleasure, head lulling to the side as his mouth pleasured you more than you could have imagined. You turned slightly to see his cock slapping against his abdomen with each twitch, globs of pre cum oozing from the sensitive red tip. You reached over, just lightly grazing over his dick and you could hear him cry underneath you. It made you clench around his tongue, feeling so worked up over Alucard being so pliable underneath you.

“Please, please let me touch you.” He begged again muffled against your cunt. You gave in, lost in the pleasure he was giving you and you nodded. Instantly his hands were on you, a hand pressing you harsher into him, clawed hand digging into the skin of your thigh. The other trailed up to your chest, pinching and pulling and grabbing at your nipple, switching between your tits. You couldn’t help but fall forward, catching yourself on your hands as you hovered above him. “Fuckfuckfuck.” You chanted, bucking your hips into his mouth. A mixture of your juices and his spit were dripping down his chin, now making a show of slurping you up and groaning loudly underneath you. Your thighs were soaked, and you can only imagine what Alucard will look like when he’s done. You looked at him once more, eyes now red with pure unadulterated lust. Your eyes rolled back, body shaking above him as he drove you to your fourth orgasm, this one more intense than any of the others. Perhaps it was the way he growled as he lapped up your juices. Or maybe it was the way he looked at you like a predator would look at his prey. Maybe even how he still held onto his control even if he wanted to be lost in lust with you.

You cried once more as you humped him through the final wave of spasms. “Adrian, wait, too much--!” You gasped, suddenly feeling your world turn upside down. Alucard was above you, almost menacingly, face still buried in your pussy as he was practically folding you in half. His tongue teased at your swollen and overstimulated nub, your hole twitching and clenching around nothing.

“You had your fun, princess, but it’s my turn now.”

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powerfultenderness · 2 years

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Dare

Rated: T+

Pairing: gn!Reader/Adrian Chase

Summary: Inspired by [this post ]: “What would you do if your fave was dared to kiss the prettiest person in the room and without missing a beat they came to you?”

Warnings: Some smooching.

Word Count: 2553

A/N: Big shout out and thanks to @pretendfan for helping bounce ideas around and for encouraging me after I got critically hit with impostor syndrome while writing this. ❤

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“Well, Harcourt thinks I’m pretty!” Chris bragged with a smug look on his face winking at said blonde.

She rolled her eyes, “that’s not what I said.”

“Pretty, handsome, same thing. And that makes me the prettiest person here!”

Everyone protested his assessment. You can’t even remember why Peacemaker started this conversation, but everyone was bored and tired of work and a little fun conversational break was good for morale.

“Why don’t we just vote?” Leota suggested over everyone telling Chris to shut up.

You shrugged, “it would prove Chris wrong.”

Economos agreed for the same reason as you, and Harcourt , admitting only to herself that she didn’t want to be left out, made a show of rolling her eyes, “whatever.” And Chris was confident he’d win, so he readily agreed.

Leota tore off pieces of scrap paper for everyone to vote and place in a hastily dried coffee mug.

Once all the votes were cast, she spread them on her desk and attempted to count the votes but…

“Well, that was a stupid idea.” Economos was the first to reply after seeing the names.

“Hey!” Leota sent a weak glare his way.

“Did everyone vote for themselves?” Honestly, why was Harcourt even surprised?

“Hey guys! What’s up?” Adrian just happened to walk in at that moment, still clad in his civilian clothes but no doubt his Vigilante gear was in the duffle he carried.

Peacemaker grinned and pointed at Adrian. “Tiebreaker!”

Everyone groaned again, knowing Adrian would just pick Peacemaker.

“He’s not really an impartial tiebreaker.” Economos started an argument with Chris.

“Uh…what’s going on?” Adrian sidled up to your other side, as you were currently leaning against the desk where Chris had taken a seat.

You rolled your eyes at Chris before turning to Adrian with a smile. “Oh nothing. Chris is just being stupid again.” “But Peacemaker’s one of the smartest guys here.”

“See! Not impartial!”

You shook your head at the argument Economos, Chris and Leota were still heavily involved in then looked at Adrian again. “Go gear up. Harcourt doesn’t look like she has the patience to wait much longer.” He smiled and thanked you before quickly scampering upstairs to change.

“Alright! Drop it, Smith.” “But-”

“And if you ask Vig when he gets back I’m leaving you off of this mission!” “What? You can’t do that! You need me!” “Me and Vig can pick up your slack.” You smirked, especially because Harcourt nodded in agreement. “Exactly.”

“Fine! I won’t ask him!” “Ask what?”

“Nothing!”

You felt a little bad, Adrian did not deserve to be yelled at by everyone. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll fill you in later.”

Adrian smiled at you again, and not for the first time just seeing him smile warmed your face and made your heart flutter. Yea, you might have had a little crush on the local vigilante, but thankfully no one on the team noticed, or cared enough to comment. For his part, you were pretty sure Adrian thought that you were just a nice person, which wasn’t entirely untrue, it’s just that you were especially nice to him because of that crush.

“Hey, Vig! Truth or dare?” “Smith!” “Dare!”

“What? I said I wouldn’t ask! I knew he’d pick dare, he always picks dare!”

Harcourt, Economos and Adebayo were all yelling at Chris as he turned to Adrian, “I dare you to pick the prettiest or most handsome person in the room!”

Adrian didn’t know why the others were yelling at Chris over such a simple little dare, but kiss the prettiest person in the room? That was easy! Always one to follow through with a dare, he crossed the room, ignoring the argument that seemed to get more heated the closer he got to you. He stopped in front of you, and since you also thought he was going to pick Chris, you leaned back out of the way as you had been expecting Adrian to tap Chris or something.

Adrian meant to simply give you a small peck on the cheek, but when you leaned back, he had to lean forward and over adjusted, resulting in his lips pressing against yours.

You both immediately froze, your eyes shooting wide open. For some reason he also seemed surprised by his actions and his eyes were just as wide as yours as he, and you, stood perfectly still.

Although technically a kiss, it wasn’t much of one. The two of you remained locked in place, staring at each other, lips touching but no movement, no anything really. Not that the lack of passion did anything to still your racing heart, or the butterflies in your stomach, or the blush that burned its way from your face to your chest.

The whole room fell into an awkward silence that stretched on for far too long, until Economos broke that silence with a confused, “what the fuck?”

His question was quickly followed by Chris. “Dude, what are you doing?”

It was at this point that Adrian seemed to realize that you were already leaning back as far as you could without falling over. He quickly pulled away from you, panic flashing across his face as he looked at Chris, “you said kiss the prettiest person in the room!”

“I said pick the prettiest person!”

“How’d you even hear ‘kiss’?” Economos questioned.

“Well, everyone was yelling!”

You quietly cleared your throat, “You think I’m pretty?”

“No!”

Oh! Of course not. You knew he’d made a mistake when he chose you over Chris.

“I think you’re the prettiest. Not just in the room, but in the world. Even though I haven't seen everyone in the world, I don't think there can be anyone prettier than you!"

Adrian couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he answered. From the moment he first saw you he thought you were attractive, sure, but then you giggled at one of his jokes that no one else thought was funny and from then on he made it a personal mission to make you laugh. To him, you had the most stunning smile and quite the contagious laugh. And when finally you were paired up on a mission, he got to see how incredibly well you handled your weapons, how easy you made it look to fight hand to hand with someone twice your size. He was hooked the moment you threw an uppercut that had a butterfly seeing stars!

Oh.

As if you weren't blushing hard enough! Hearing him just casually admit that he thought you were the prettiest person in the world had your stomach flipping and heart pounding in your ears.

"Really? I just, everyone just thought you'd pick Chris."

Adrian tilted his head and smiled softly, "yea, really. You're-" Whatever else he was about to say was cut off.

“Ha, that means that Chris lost!” Economos pointed at Chris and started chuckling, prompting the others to join. Even you and Adrian, though the laughter from you two was more nervous laughter than anything else.

Chris, not one used to being bullied, quickly attempted to shift attention back to Adrian. “Yea but did you see how bad that kiss was! Dude! Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

Adrian's face heated up as he frantically looked between you and Chris. “That’s not! I mean! I wasn’t trying to-”

“Hahahaha! Fucking Thimble! What’re you a virgin too?”

“What! No! You know I’m not!” Then he looked at you again, eyes still wide as can be, “I’m NOT a virgin!”

“O-k...” You squeaked out, unsure how to take the information he just desperately supplied, or what to do with it.

Chris was still laughing at Adrian though and Adrian apparently couldn’t take that. “Dude! You know I’m not a virgin! We had a threesome! You saw me-”

“Ok! That’s enough! We don’t need to hear the rest of that story!” Harcourt stopped his rambling.

“But!”

It took a lot of yelling and glares from Harcourt for the incident to be forgotten, mostly. Adrian kept looking over at you, and you just knew it had to be because of that little kiss.

Once all the gear was packed and everyone loaded in the van, Adrian had sat directly to your left, things finally seemed to be back to normal. Until, while the others were caught up in an argument about the music, Adrian leaned over to you and whispered, “I really do know how to kiss. And I’m not a virgin!!”

You nearly choked on air! At least he had the decency to be quiet about it this time! The way he was so close to you, the way his body heat radiated off of him and the way he lowered his voice to whisper in your ear, had your face ignited in another blush. Still, you plastered on a polite smile, “ok, Adrian.”

He pouted, “I’m not!” Well now he had everyone’s attention.

“Let’s just focus on the mission.”

Chris once again started laughing at him, but thankfully before another argument could break out, Economos parked the van and Harcourt started to remind everyone of their roles.

Things never go according to plan though, and the next thing you knew, you were trapped in a supply closet hoping that the mess of butterflies you managed to escape didn’t find you.

Harcourt’s voice over comms nearly sent you jumping, but luckily you were able to keep quiet.

“Trapped. No ammo. At least ten butterflies. Northwest corridor.” You tried to give as much information as you could in as few words as possible.

“Oh! I’m close! Be right there!” Vigilante sounded way too eager to run into what may very well could be an ambush.

Harcourt had the same thought and warned him to be careful.

In just a few minutes you heard gunshots and running from outside of your hiding spot. A few more shots and Vig was calling your name over comms, “where are you?” You peeked out of the closet and sure enough, every single butterfly was distracted by Vigilante. At this point they were starting to surround him, though he managed to keep them at bay long enough for you to leap out and run to his side. “Cover me!” He shouted once you were near enough for him to toss his gun to you, quickly drawing his sword in one swift motion.

You stayed back and behind him, firing at butterflies out of reach of his sword, and he kept any from reaching you.

The two of you worked so seamlessly together that he chanced a pause while there were still a few butterflies left, these staying back and under cover, presumably waiting for backup.

“I’m actually a really good kisser!”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, for whatever reason he just couldn’t drop the subject. “Ok, sure, I believe you.”

Maybe you rolled your eyes a little too obviously, because he seemed to think you didn’t believe him. “I swear, I’m not a virgin!”

“Whatever, Vig! Now’s not the time!”

Again, he didn’t seem to believe that you believed him. “But-”

“Just kill those guys!” You finally snapped as you fired on the group, forcing them out of cover and into Vigilante’s blade.

You and Vig were surprisingly the first two to make it back to the van. Adrian decided that since there was no immediate threat that it was a good time to talk. He pulled you to the side of the van before you could even open the door.

Normally you would have crossed your arms and given him a deadpan stare to let him know that he was acting a little inappropriately. But you so suddenly found yourself pushed up against the side of the van that you were a little lost for words. He leaned in closer, his right arm propped by your head while his left hand ghosted against your hip.

He'd taken off his Vigilante mask and stuffed it in his waistband but hadn't put his glasses on, so you found yourself staring into his bright green eyes with no barrier blocking the intensity of his gaze.

"I never got to finish what I was going to say back at HQ."

You swallowed thickly, trying your best to calm your rapid pulse. Still, no matter how close he was, or how warm and fuzzy he made you feel, you couldn’t help the mischievous smile that flitted across your face. “Let me guess, you’re not a virgin?”

He actually pouted at you, eyebrows scrunched down and nose scrunched up, lips drawn in a tight line. “No,” he started, but frowned as soon as he answered, mostly because of the little laugh that escaped you.

A rosy blush spread across his face before he dropped his head onto your shoulder, “stop it! I fuck!” He whined into your neck, sending your heart racing and quieting your little giggle with a silent gasp, at least, you hoped he hadn’t heard how much he affected you.

He pushed closer to you, nudging one of his legs between yours so that his hips were pressed against yours. It was only the padding of his Vigilante gear that kept you from feeling his chest against yours. After a few silent moments, in which you swore the entire world must have stopped just so he could take off his gloves and drop them to the ground, he looked up at you, face covered in an even darker blush.

He brought a hand up and gently caressed your jaw, slowly bringing your face close to his. “I didn’t get to tell you, that you’re all I ever think about.”

“W-what?”

He moved his left hand firmly against your hip, his thumb caressing up and down as if attempting to get under your shirt. “I think about you when I’m at work, I imagine how you’d laugh at all my jokes.”

You hadn’t even realized your mouth was parted just slightly until his thumb softly brushed against your lower lip.

“When we’re on missions, I think about how hot you are when you fight.”

You could feel his breath against your lips as he spoke in a low gravelly tone that had you holding your breath. “I think about you,” he paused and licked his lips, voice dropping to a whisper, “when I’m alone.”

His eyes drifted down to your lips before sliding shut as he slowly pulled you in for a kiss. It was gentle at first, hardly more than a tentative peck before he pulled away to stare into your eyes once again.

He wanted to know if you were ok with this. You were more than ok with it. As if a line snapped, the slow deliberate atmosphere turned nearly frantic. His mouth on yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you pulled him impossibly closer with one hand clutching at his chest piece and the other tangled in his hair.

Soon you were both panting but though you pulled away, his mouth continued to seek contact with you anywhere, your mouth, your jaw, your neck.

“Alright. You’re a good kisser." You gasped quietly, "but that doesn’t exactly prove that you’re good at sex.”

He grinned and once again inched his face close to yours. “Well then maybe I should prove that too!”

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tropes-and-tales · 1 year

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I am really loving all the prompts you’re reblogging!

Could I request from the rivals/enemies prompts number 2, cursing the other but secretly being worried about them with either Vigilante or Ray Merrimen?

Have a great weekend!

The original plan was apparently to use Peacemaker to assassinate the alien life-forms known as Butterflies, but when Vigilante shows up—and never leaves—Murn assigns you as his handler.

Vigilante hates having a handler.

“I’m not a baby, dude,” he scoffs at you. He’s embarrassed by how you don’t trust him, how you stick close to him. “I don’t need you to hover over me.”

“I’m not your dude,” you retort. “And I absolutely do have to hover over you, or else you might kill a jaywalker.”

“Jaywalking is against the law.”

“It is,” you concede. “But it’s not punishable by death, Adrian.”

He grumbles behind his mask. “Debatable,” he replies under his breath, but you catch it and roll your eyes. “And don’t call me Adrian in public. People can’t know my super-secret identity.”

He sees you glance around. The two of you are in the thick forest behind the rural estate of a suspected Butterfly. He sees you roll your eyes again before you say, “yeah, I’d hate for a squirrel to find out the busboy from Fennel Fields is an unmitigated psycho.”

“Dude, what—” he starts to reply, confused, but you shush him and point towards the house the two of you are watching. He turns in time to see a group of people walking single file into the house.

“Butterflies,” you both say at the same time.

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You lay out the plan, which is—by Adrian’s estimation—complete bullshit.

Which is why he totally ignores the plan and does his own thing: instead of cutting the communication to the house and then incapacitating the Butterflies with flash grenades, Vigilante….just blows the shit up. He breaks cover and sprints away from you, armed with the explosives he smuggled into the trunk of your car before the two of you drove here.

“Adrian, don’t!” you yell, and you try to chase after him but you’re slower than him. You haven’t dedicated your life to chiseling your body into an instrument of vengeance like he has, so he outpaces you easily.

Vigilante’s improvised plan is a success. Mostly. He takes out the Butterflies and manages to save a hard drive that may have vital information on it.

He kinda blows himself up, though. When he tosses the final two explosives behind him to finish off the job, one bounces weird. It bounces back towards him, and when he tries to kick it back, the force of the first explosion sets it off.

What a badass way to die, he thinks as he sails through the air, partially on fire and in pain everywhere.

Then the world turns black.

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He wakes up in the passenger’s seat of your car. He aches everywhere. His ears are ringing. Everything is blurry until he gropes at the hidden pocket in his suit and pulls out his glasses—slightly bent—and sets them on his face with a hiss of pain.

He turns his head and looks over at where you sit in the driver’s seat. You’re hunched over the wheel, knuckles white as you speed back to Evergreen.

“Stupid,” you spit out, and if Adrian was just a touch more socially aware, he’d realize that your voice is shaky from fear—not anger.

“Stupid,” you repeat. “You’re so fucking stupid. Stupid and erratic and…and impulsive. You blew yourself up! You could have died! What in the fuck were you thinking, Adrian?”

He can’t articulate what he was thinking beyond Peacemaker’s mantra. “There’s no wrong time to rock,” he replies.

You bunch one hand into a fist and punch the steering wheel. The sudden violence startles him: you are often irritated with him, but this is something more.

“What the fuck does that mean? No wrong time to rock? Is that what that was, rocking? Are we fighting a fucking alien invasion or are we at a fucking Whitesnake concert?”

“Whoa, dude, calm down.” He holds up his hands like he’s trying to calm a rabid dog. “Everything’s cool.”

“It’s not,” you snap, but you’re not yelling, at least. “It’s very much not cool.”

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You don’t take him to the shitty headquarters in Evergreen, and you don’t take him to his place. You take him to your place, and he’s not the best at reading other people, but he wisely holds his tongue. The first half of the drive back, you yelled at him, your face contorted like a scary Dracula.

The second half of the drive, you were deadly silent, and that was somehow worse.

Now he’s limping into your little house, biting back a groan with each step as he follows you inside.

“Sit down,” you tell him. Your voice is soft again, tired. You gesture to a kitchen chair. “I’ll get the first aid kit. Get you patched up.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—” he starts, and he feels weird: guilty and ashamed. You look exhausted all of a sudden. Dark hollows under your eyes, lower lip gnawed nearly bloody.

“I do,” you interrupt, just as soft. “You’re my responsibility.”

You disappear for a long moment, and when you return with the first aid kit, Adrian thinks your eyes look red. Like you’ve been crying. Which makes no sense, because you hate him and anyways, you’re the toughest girl he knows. He doesn’t think you’ve ever cried before.

You get him a glass of water, hand it to him. You open your first aid kit—far more elaborate than the usual household’s—and shake out a few different pills. Antibiotics. Pain pills. You hand them to him too, urge him to take them.

Then you set to work on him. You ease him out of his suit, out of his underclothes until he’s sitting in your kitchen in just his boxers. Then you’re stitching him up, daubing at his injuries with antibiotic ointment. Each new burn, each new cut makes you suck in a mouthful of air through your teeth, hissing with sympathy at the pain.

Adrian hurts all over, but a strange feeling creeps over him as you tend to his wounds. Each pass of the antiseptic-soaked cotton over his skin, each prickle of the needle stitching him. Each gentle press of your fingers as you feel along his body for broken bones or internal injuries….he is hurt, but your touch makes him feel weird. Loose and relaxed. Warm.

It must be the drugs, he thinks, but then a voice in the back of his head chides him, says you know it’s not the pain pills. You know it’s her.

He sighs, and he leans forward in the chair to press his forehead against your side. You freeze at the touch, then you move after a moment. You lay a gentle hand on the crown of his head, and you sigh too.

He wants to say he’s sorry. He wants to say that deep down, he just a scared boy playing at this cape shit. He wants to say that he was often lonely before Peacemaker was released from prison, and that he’s terrified Project Butterfly will end and he’ll be left alone again. He wants to say that he doesn’t need a handler but that he likes having you around, likes to pretend that it’s your choice and not your job.

He doesn’t say anything. Adrian isn’t good with words or feelings, and he never seems to say the right thing. He just sighs again and turns his face into the softness of your belly.

And maybe you want to say things too: that you don’t hate him, that your frustration is borne from a burgeoning affection for him. That you worry yourself sick that you’ll fail him and lose him. That you’ve lost people you love before and how that loss has made you a closed-off person.

But you don’t say anything either. You aren’t great with words or feelings either, and you usually choose silence instead of chancing people seeing your heart.

So you just sigh again too, and you keep your hand on the top of his head, but you wind your other arm around his shoulders and just hold him.

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— blurb ; " How am I going to manage being away from you for a month?" notes: reader x adrian chase / fluff fluff fluff / post sex cuddles / idk how to end it i just had this little scene in my head again. wc: 1k

Y/N gasped for breath, delicately lifting herself from Adrian’s hips. Their bodies shimmered with a subtle layer of sweat, a lingering glow from their shared intimacy. Swiftly, Adrian scooped her up in his muscular arms, gently laying her on the bed and settling on top of her.

“Hi,” he panted, a smile tugging on his lips. His tousled, dark curls fell over his forehead as he gazed into her eyes, his flickering over the features of her face with his hazel eyes. His calloused hand cupped her chin, his thumb tracing circles on her skin. Adrian’s kisses rained down on her face, his lips lingering and dragging against her salty cheeks before finding her lips.

“Hi,” Y/N giggled, her head tilting playfully, revealing the tender expanse of her neck, a tempting invitation that Adrian couldn’t resist, taking full advantage by nipping and leaving a few purple marks. His hands cradled her form gently, the lingering sweat creating a subtle adhesive connection between their skins. “Adrian,” she sighed, fingers entwining in the tousled curls of his hair after draping her arms over his shoulders.

“Hmm?” Adrian lifted his head from the crook of her neck, a contented, lazy smile playing on his swollen lips. His gaze, adorned with affection, was fixated solely on his girlfriend’s face. Acting on an impulse, he reached for her cheeks, squishing them with his one hand and causing her features to scrunch together. Y/N swatted playfully at him, laughter bubbling between them.

“What was that for?” she asked, amusement dancing in her eyes at his unexpected gesture. The question prompted a momentary pause, Adrian’s brows furrowing in contemplation. He chewed on the bottom of his lip, the gears in his mind turning. The atmosphere shifted as he crafted his response, the weight of realization crashing down on him post orgasm.

“How am I going to manage being away from you for a month?” His question held a tenderness that warmed Y/N’s heart, yet a pang of sadness resonated within it.

This marked their last night together before Adrian embarked on a month-long mission.

The prospect of separation lingered in the air—it seemed illogical for Y/N to leave with him. She would be paying for the rent, her job offered a stability that contracted with Adrian’s dual life as a busboy by day and a vigilante by night.

Sure, the couple had spent several nights apart, but at least it was an hour or two away. The idea of being states away from his girlfriend hit Adrian hard.

He'd miss the simple joy of returning home after a mission, dropping his weapons on the kitchen table with a satisfying clatter, and then pulling his girlfriend into a tight hug that lifted her off the floor. Those moments, born out of relief and the comfort of being together, wouldn't be part of his day for a while.

No more sitting on the edge of the bathtub, gently rubbing moisturizer on her legs after their steamy showers. Feeling the plush and softness of her thigh against his hands was a small, comforting gesture that held a lot of meaning for him.

Part of his life was taking care of Y/N.

Who would patiently listen to his rambles and the detailed stories of his night? Y/N was the only person who listened to Adrian so intently, nodding her head, humming in agreement or her features pulling together for a reaction.

There would be no Y/N for him to rutt his hips into, to taste, to savor and devour her whole. He’ll be gone, staring at his phone and hoping for a call, or even a cheeky text to get him through each day.

“We'll manage somehow,” Y/N reassured him, her hands tenderly cupping his cheeks. Her thumbs stroked his skin gently, her eyes fixed on him with empathy. Leaning up, she planted a soft kiss on his lips, the heavenly feel of her plush lips momentarily transporting him.

“I don't think I fucking will,” Adrian blurted out, shaking his head as he continued to gaze at his girlfriend. Despite her comforting presence, nagging thoughts persisted. “Who is going to take care of you and make sure you’re safe? Who is going to kill the occasional roach? Help you bring in groceries? Watch you try on the new clothes you buy and do your little fashion show?” Adrian rambled, not wanting to let go of her body, afraid that once his fingers uncurl from her flesh that she would vanish.

His words were a raw outpouring of the fears and uncertainties that gripped him. The weight of the impending absence pressed upon him, leaving him reluctant to release the embrace that felt like an anchor keeping them tethered together. The fear of her fading away lingered in the tightened grip of his fingers, a silent plea for reassurance in the face of the unknown.

“Oh Adrian” he cooed, allowing him to rest his head on her bare chest. He listened to the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat, a sound he knew he'd miss during the time apart. Her hands moved in soothing circles on his freckled back.

“I’ll be here when you come back, I’m a call and text away. If you can, we can talk every night before bed and I can tell you everything that’s been going on–even if it’s the most mundane things,” she assured him, her voice a gentle balm to his worries.

“Promise me?” He asked.

“I promise.”

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“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Prompt: Reader stays over and catches Adrian doing somethin Blam Horny Shenanigans ensue

Warnings: Reader is AFAB, dubious consent at best, Adrian being a creep, cursing, he’s a little grabby too and bitey, Post-Canon, Oral sex, Fingering, 18+

I don’t really know how to end these fics I’m still learning 😭 this is my first smut too! This is a one shot too I just wanted to practice for my other two fics that are my bbys

[Part 2]

It was a late evening, and you found yourself still stuck at Vigilante's cramped and somewhat dirty apartment. However, ever since you moved in, you had left your mark everywhere, infusing the space with your personal touch. You cleaned out the fridge and restocked it. The bathroom sparkled after you were done and you even brought clean linen to put on the beds after seeing Adrian was just sleeping on a mattress.

Harcourt, your handler, had ordered you to stay there while she and the rest of the team embarked on a separate mission abroad. As for Adrian Chase, the Vigilante himself, he was unable to leave due to his commitment to his busboy job.

Adrian sat on his couch, his attention captured by the television. However, he couldn't shake off the uncomfortable feeling that engulfed him whenever you were around. You were in the kitchen, busily cooking up a delectable stew that filled the air with a mouthwatering aroma. Yet, it wasn't the enticing scent that made him nervous—it was you. Donning a tank top with no bra and a pair of shorts, you moved about the kitchen, fully absorbed in the music playing through your headphones. As you chopped vegetables, you swayed your hips to the rhythm, unwittingly captivating Adrian's attention.

Unable to resist the temptation, Adrian glanced over his shoulder, stealing glances at you. His heart raced as he observed your graceful movements and the way your body effortlessly moved to the music. In a moment of distraction, you dropped a piece of vegetable on the floor, absentmindedly picking it up. Adrian's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of a small "nip slip."

"Whoops!" you exclaimed, adjusting your shirt before discarding the vegetable and returning to your cooking. That accidental moment drove him crazy, making it even more challenging to have such an attractive woman in his house. You had made a habit of having moments like this. From walking out of the bathroom still wet from a shower with the tiniest towel wrapped around your body to you wearing just your underwear and a big t-shirt whenever you woke up. He played cool for the most part but a man has his limits!

Adrian turned his attention back to the television, closing his eyes and replaying the image of the "nip slip" in his mind over and over again. However, the blissful distraction quickly turned into frustration as he felt his blood rush into his lap. Embarrassed and flustered, Adrian realized that this had become a regular occurrence. He hastily grabbed one of his pillows, placing it on his lap as he flipped through the TV channels, attempting to appear nonchalant. Just as he thought he had managed to compose himself, you walked over, leaning on the back of the couch. The scent of your perfume filled the air, and he could feel the warmth radiating from your body. Adrian glanced over at you as you spoke, but his focus shifted to your chest, captivated by its softness and the way it was accentuated by your tank top. In that moment, he yearned to pull you onto his lap, reveling in your warmth and tenderness. Ugh! He hated feeling this way! You were his co-worker who was staying over! A fellow hero in arms nothing more!

"Earth to Adrian? Dude! I'm telling you to change the channel! I fucking hate Wheel of Fortune," you exclaimed, waving your hand in front of his face. He jerked back, wide-eyed and mouth agape, desperately trying to find his words. "Cool, gimme! Stew's ready in 10, okay?" you continued, taking the remote from his hand and changing the channel. Adrian kept looking at you, a slight awkward grin on his face, as you walked away.

Feeling overwhelmed, Adrian blurted out, "I'm going to the bathroom! To solve a... problem... NOT a masturbating problem! Because I don't have one of those!" He yelled the words, a mix of awkward laughter and embarrassment filling the air, as he rushed towards his bathroom.

He closed the door behind him, leaning against it, heaving and sweating as he tried to calm himself down. He looked towards the hamper that held all your dirty clothes in it. He inched closer, opening the lid as he dug through your clothes then picked out a pair of pink panties.

Peacemaker told him that this was weird to do but it just felt so right. He sits on his toilet rolling the panties in one hand. Just one more time and then he’ll ask you on a date or confess! Like normal people do! Promise!

Adrian rolls his hand over the bulge in his jeans. He liked to imagine you were doing this. Teasing him but remaining innocent like you had no clue what to do next. “Fuck..” He grunted in a low tone as he unzipped his pants freeing his cock from its confides as it sprung free. Then he grabs the bottle of lotion beside the toilet, pumping two squirts into his free hand before gently starting to stroke his cock. He leans back, closing his eyes, taking a deep whiff of your panties. His imagination runs wild imagining all the different positions he would put you in. Hearing you beg from his cock. Your soft pants and moans filling his apartment. If he was a bit more braver he would fuck you right there on his kitchen counter. Tear off those shorts and and-

His thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door swinging open. “Boy you've been in here a while! Hope you’re not shitting? But stew read-” You were stopped in your tracks by the sight. Your face engulfed with blush as you both stared at each. Adrian with your panties still pressed on his face, eyes wide as he seems just as frozen as you. You two stare at each other for a full minute before you slowly close the door.

Adrian's heart raced as he hastily struggled to zip up his pants. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" he muttered under his breath, his mind in a frenzy. Exiting the bathroom, he scanned the room, desperately searching for you. His eyes landed on you at the table, engrossed in a bowl of stew, wrapped in an oversized sweater that concealed most of your figure. Shit... now she must think I'm weirdo…a creepy weirdo, he silently lamented, walking towards the bowl of stew you had prepared for him. Taking a seat across from you, the deafening silence engulfed them both. This is so awkward, he thought to himself, realizing that neither of them had taken a bite of their food. You were staring at him intensely, but every time Adrian met your gaze, you would quickly divert your eyes back to your bowl.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you mustered the courage to speak. "Um... what were you doing in the bathroom, buddy?" you asked, your voice trembling and a faint blush coloring your cheeks, accompanied by a quirky accent that betrayed your nervousness.

Okay, Vigilante, think! Adrian's mind raced, desperately trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "I... uh... I definitely wasn't masturbating to YOU. Those were different underwear... from someone else," he blurted out, grimacing at the absurdity of his words.

"Wait, so you just have random women's underwear lying around?" you questioned, a mix of confusion and curiosity evident in your voice. "And those definitely look like mine. Plus, I didn't even mention why you had your hand on your..."

Adrian abruptly stood up, grabbing the bowl of stew and placing it on the sink counter. Nope! No sir! Adrian may struggle with social cues, but he's at least self-aware enough to recognize the awkwardness of the situation. "HAHA! I'm going to sit over there now!" he exclaimed, walking—or rather sprinting—over to his couch, sitting down and grabbing a pillow to discreetly cover his lap. Despite everything that had transpired, he still found himself with a slight boner. Annoyed with himself, Adrian readjusted himself in his jeans. Before he could do anything else, you approached him and settled down beside him, pretending to watch TV. Both of you knew you weren't actually paying attention to what was playing on the screen. The tension hung heavily in the air as you sat in close proximity.

Finally, you broke the silence again, turning to gently tug at the pillow in his lap. "What's underneath the pillow? What do you have there?" you asked, a curious expression on your face.

He didn't respond, but your hand's proximity to his lap caused his dwindling erection to stir back to life. Now he definitely didn't want that pillow moved, avoiding eye contact with you until you poked him in the side.

"Do you... like me, Mr.Vigilante~?" you inquired, playfully poking him and repeating the question. Since joining the team, you had developed feelings for Adrian. You found his goofiness and humor endearing, and his well-built physique, glimpsed when you once had to patch up a knife wound on his stomach, had left a lasting impression. That was the moment you resolved to ask him out. Despite the team's annoyance with Adrian, you indulged him and eagerly listened to whatever he had to say. However, it always seemed like he didn't understand your hints or invitations, often diverting the conversation or bringing Peacemaker along to your "hangouts." Smith had advised you to be direct, but that felt intimidating. So, you continued dropping hints, eventually assuming he simply didn't reciprocate your feelings and contented yourself with pretending to play house during the team's absence. But now? After witnessing the bathroom incident, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

Adrian took hold of your hand with his free one, his gaze intense as you nervously swallowed.

"(Y/N), knock it off," he said in a monotone voice. Yes, of course he liked you! But you didn’t have to be a dick and tease him. He already knows you think he’s a creep.

Both of you locked eyes, the tension palpable.

"And if I don't? What are YOU going to do about it? Are you gonna punish me Mr.Vigilante~" you grinned, realizing that maybe being a bit bratty was the key to getting through to him. Or maybe taunting the trained killer was not the best idea if he already didn’t like you but you had to try! Did he enjoy this? Was that what it took?

He looks back at you confused before raising an eyebrow. “Yeah maybe I will?”

“Ooo what was my crime then?” You taunt again shimmying your shoulders letting the tank top fall a little.

He quickly is able to grab both of your wrist with one hand pinning you down to the couch. You feel your pussy clench as he lets the pillow fall away and with that hand starts running it in between your thighs. Adrian would lean down his face in the crook of your neck just grazing your ear. “For being so fucking annoying.” He says with a gruff tone. He couldn't take it anymore. Your breath rapids as you feel his hand grope and grip every part of your body. Like he couldn’t believe you were real and this was happening. Your thighs, your stomach, your breasts. He paid extra attention to your breasts groping over the fabric of your thin tank top and then pinching your nipple eliciting a surprise squeak from you.

“Walking around all the time in those tiny skimpy outfits. You were practically begging me to fuck you weren’t you?” His breathing ragged as he stayed in the crock of your neck like he was trying to control himself but was finding it difficult. His hard cock still restrained to his jeans rubs against your thigh. You can feel its warmth radiating every-time it does so

You don’t answer at first just in shock that this was happening at all. You want to say something but when you open your mouth no words come out. “You wanted me to touch these perfect tits and this ass!” He gropes your ass next hard, sure to leave some type of mark due to the slight stinging sensation left by his hand. Adrian would soon drift towards your neck giving you light kisses before biting hard leaving huge hickey marks all around your collarbone and neck. “You wanted me to mark you up. Make sure everyone knows who belong to~”

You gasp, closing your eyes at the sensation biting your lips as he works. He stops for a second looking at his work, kinda proud of himself. You tremble underneath him overstimulated from everything that’s just happened. “Adri-” Your words are cut short from him pulling your shorts aside. “Not uh not Adrian? Vigilante. Come on say it~” He sings as you feel him slip past your underwear as he sinks two fingers inside of you. You squirm around as you feel his fingers sink deeper into your pussy which clenches at his fingers. His thumb swirls around your clit which makes you squirm even more. “V-Vigilante!” You moan out at the onslaught of sensations. He hums with an appreciative tone as he continues your thighs clamp down on his hand but that doesn't stop him as he pries your thighs up letting go of your wrists to do so. He pumps his fingers going slow at first as he continues he changes the pace. You're so close. You can feel it as your legs tremble more.

“Come on baby~ Make a mess on my hand” He urges you, leaning back down into your ear. You grip the sides of his couch burying your face in the fabric of the cushions. You climax as you make an absolute mess. Cum dripping down your thighs on the couch even managing to get on his shirt. Adrian smiles as he leans back up sliding his fingers out with a lewd wet noise. He looks at his fingers and shirt amazed. You heaved trying to regain your senses as the world spinned for a second but Adrian doesn’t give you that chance.

“Don’t give out on me now?” He chuckled as he sucked on his two fingers. “Damn you’re sweeter than I expected?” He laughs. You were about to open your mouth before you heard a quick zipping noise followed by you feeling Adrian rip your tank top off. It was surprising how much ease it took him to rip it.

That was not as surprising as him grabbing your wrist and yanking you to the ground in front of him as he sat on the couch. When you finally settled yourself you came face to face with his cock right in front of you. It was way bigger than you expected and aching for you.

“Go on?” He urges you but you anxiously look at him like you have no clue on what to do next. “Really?” He laughs at your innocence. “Okay so say ah! With your tongue sticking out.” Adrian instructs and you do as told. “Like thi-” Before you could even get your question out he slams his thick cock down your throat earning a gagging noise from you. He places one hand wrapped in your hair as he forces your head up and down. “J-j-just like that. F-Fuck your throat is tight babe. Even tighter than that little pussy of yours.” Adrian groans as he bops your head up and down. Soon though he’s rambling. He can’t keep his composure after fantasizing about this moment since forever it was hard to focus.

“Fu-fuck! Take it all… fuck…look at you on your knees… swallowing my cock down… so fucking eager! F-fuck I need you so bad…" He continued to ramble incoherently not making sense just a assortment of fucks. He finally couldn’t hold out any longer and he let his orgasm build, slamming his cock down your throat exploding inside. Your throat bopping as you greedily swallowed his cum. He pumped a little inside your throat staying there for a second lost in bliss before you slapped his thighs in urgency. “Oh shit! I-i’m sorry! I was too rough..” He would say with a grimace rubbing your cheek as you coughed a little.

“I-it’s okay! I liked it..” You say hoarse.

“Really?”

You nod which earns a dorky smile from Adrian who pulls you up in his lap smiling. You're more than exhausted as you sit in his lap letting yourself rest on his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist snuggling his nose into your back kissing your shoulder blades

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