#adrian chase x black reader
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ADRIAN CHASE | VIGILANTE (peacemaker)
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“Interesting” (Adrian Chase x Gn!Reader)
| Vigilante begs you to team up after seeing you fight once. He stalks you and then refuses to stop bothering you for the rest of one night, so you decide to take him along on a mission. It’s better than the alternative at least.
| Reader is always black unless I say differently
| NSFW, (TW: no sex or sexual hints, canon typical violence and language. Race issues and police brutality discussed some throughout.) - v/n = vigilante name; I just left that up to y’all
| 3k+ words
“Fine, how about this. If you help me out for the rest of the night maybe I’ll consider actually teaming up.” He fist pumps the air and you roll your eyes. “But no more of that black people image stuff either. Stop that shit.”
“Ohhhh. I didn’t mean it like that. I think you’re awesome as fuck, it’s just also good for my image if people see me with you and stuff. I just don’t hang around a lot of black people so I didn’t know how it could come off.”
You nod. Slowly.
“I hope you don’t wonder why.”
Your answer, for whatever reason, makes him crack the hell up. The man quite literally bends over to slap his knee.
You purse your lips with a nod. Okaaaay. Clearly this was going to be a long rest of your night.
You sigh, “Vigilante?”
He straightens up and cocks his head, you get the distinct impression that he’s smiling at you.
“What’s up?”
“The next time you feel like stalking me I will stab your ass.”
“But…what if I shoot you on reflex right before you stab me?”
“That-“ you shake your head and blow out air from you nose. “Alright, fair enough, but stop stalking me.”
Vigilante stands straighter and holds up his right hand. “I won’t stalk you outside of uniform…anymore.”
You stare at him.
“You’ve stalked my civilian identity?”
He laughs, it squeaks out of him.
“Of course noooot. Heh, that would be crazy. It’s not like you go into an alleyway in costume and then leave in civilian clothes out of the same exact alleyway all the time. Which you should probably work on by the way. But nope I’ve totally only trailed you in uniform.”
He nods resolutely as he finishes. His left hand’s also behind his back.
Your lip twitches into a scowl.
“Somehow I don’t believe you, but I refuse to touch that right now,” you turn on your heel and start climbing the fire escape to the roof. “Just don’t get in my way.”
You hear him climbing after you, “Alrighty!”
In your head you start shuffling things around. Vigilante, or anyone else, was not a part of your plan tonight. You worked alone, mostly diffusing couples disputes and small crimes here and there. Mainly what you focused on was fucking with the police officers that came to your side of town looking for something to piss them off. It made you extremely unpopular with them, but that fact made your day regularly. Better you had their attention than some unlucky black kids.
That was your main problem with Vigilante. He might not have realized until recently, but the stuff he killed people for did look bad, and the types of people looked even worse. But you were good at diffusion and subversion, and if you could just get his ass to think some more you could eliminate one more problem.
That would be a win for you.
And you liked to win.
You hop over the corner of the roof, landing silently and making sure not to cast shadows as you run to the other side. You’re glad Vigilante caught on and was moving through the shadows in a similar manner as you.
You need to get closer to the junction between west and south so you hop rooftops and skywalks to get there, almost daring for the other to keep up with you as you flip through the sky. And the man might not be particularly graceful, but he keeps up with you just fine, and he’s got envyable balance.
Sometimes.
He does slip on an ac unit he didn’t make out in the moonlight at one point. You’re fast enough to catch him, but not strong enough to pull his heavy ass back up, so it takes about three minutes off of your initial schedule before he’s able to catch his footing and use you to pull himself up.
Normally, since you always planned ahead, three minutes wouldn’t do a damn thing to hinder you. Vigilante had messed with that spectacularly though. You’d had to take a few minutes to assess what to do after noticing him following you, divert your path so you could corner him, and then take even more minutes finding out what his deal was. In total it’d taken you roughly 30 minutes to get back on mission, and the three wasted just now tick down in the back of your mind.
You naw on the inside of your lip while walking off. You’ve reached your destination, the cut off between the west and the beginning of the small patch of suburbs that took over some of the south side.
“Good?”
“Yup! Thanks for that, you’re pretty strong.”
“Not strong enough to save time,” you chirp back.
“Save time?”
You nod, stopping in the middle of the roof, Vigilante comes up beside you.
“Yeah, I like to plan. You gotta be able to throw away a plan when it’s hindering more than helping, of course, but they keep me from going in blind. Keep me from getting killed.”
He lapses into silence and so you move past his question and gesture him to the far side of the roof. You both hunker down and look over the edge.
“So did I like…mess with your timetable?”
“You did indeed,” you tap the side of your head. “But I planned for this possibility so I’ve traveled from curbing the urge to kill you to curbing the urge to maim you. So you’re fine enough for now.”
He nods, “That’s good.”
You scoff, “Sure.”
He doesn’t mind your tone, instead softly clapping his hands and then rubbing them together.
“Alright so since you haven’t told me yet, what’s the plan?”
“Don’t remind me,” you murmur.
Vigilante was an unknown you wouldn’t have normally let slide, but you had zero idea how to get rid of him without getting yourself killed also. So you’d let him follow you some more, but at least you could see him this time around.
You suck your teeth. Why was today so goddamn irritating.
“You see the house across from us? It looks kind of decrepit but that’s just the outside, on the inside is where all the really corrupt cops hang out. Now, I think the whole systems fucked beyond repair, but these guys definitely got to go,” you watch him as you speak. The mask isn't giving you much but he hasn’t stopped nodding along with you so you take that as a good enough sign.
“You still with me?”
“Yup! Cops suck ass, these ones suck harder, you want them outta your way.”
Behind your mask your eyebrows raise excitedly. “Exactly.” Your brows furrow soon after. “You don’t want to know what they’ve been doing?”
Vigilante shrugs, “Not really. If you say they’re bad guys I trust you.” He waves his hands. “But by all means if it fits with your plan you can run me through it. I got a pretty good idea already though, but it’s not like I can go after almost a whole precinct by myself so…”
He shrugs again. You just look at him.
Well.
“Interesting,” you snort and lean into his space. “Hmm. You’re workable yet, Vigilante.”
“Hmm good or hmm bad?”
“Hmm, undecided,” you murmur. He’s watching you just as hard as you're watching him before you blink yourself out of it.
You turn your head, “Let me get through the rest of the plan and then follow my lead. Got it?”
“100 percent, Temporary Boss.”
He even adds a little solute. Cute.
- - -
“Holy balls!”
From the back room you’re in you hear Vigilante yell and the sound of wood crashing against the wall a second later.
Seems like he’s having fun.
You shuffle backwards, dodging the meat cleaver in the hand of one of the three men that liked to ramp up and down your neighborhood causing trouble the most. You crouch, move to punch him in the dick, and when he keels over you pick up the cleaver he dropped then roll to the side.
When you bounce to your feet the redhead’s recovered enough that he’s standing (?). Though he’s bent over, halfway between the desire to lash out at you and to protect his nethers. You laugh and then fling the cleaver.
Before he can react it plants itself into his skull. He keels over. You go to stand over the man and watch as his body twitches and his eyes rove around. You spit. The thick glob lands on his chin and begins dripping into his clavicle as someone screams out behind you.
You whip around to face the source.
“You're crying out for this piece of shit?”
Taking in the badge clipped to her belt you scoff. “Well yeah makes sense.”
A dagger flies out of your hand and into the muzzle of her gun as she fires the firearm a blink later. The gun explodes and the woman screams. You move closer as she’s busy being distraught over her mangled hands and kick her in the face. She falls back in the doorway and you pick up one of the burning hot pieces of what’s left of your dagger and shove it deep into her throat.
You leave her to die to turn your attention to the man you saw run into the closet when you broke down the entrance.
Snatching the doors open you watch as he frightfully takes in your dark silhouette staring down at his huddled form.
“Please I didn’t do anything to him. That was just them.”
Your jaw ticks as you study him.
“But you did stand there and watch, did you not?”
He did. You’d fucking seen him not do anything as Khalid screamed, as Fatima screamed with her son. The police had confiscated the video from his father’s phone, but you’d gone into evidence to find it.
He shakes his head, “I -I uh.”
You roll your eyes, already knowing whatever excuse he’s searching for is irrelevant.
One of your daggers cuts through his shoulder as you hear Vigilante come up beside you. He shows up in your peripheral with his gun drawn and you both watch the man struggle, weakly reaching for his slippery shoulder as he wiggles around.
You sigh, “Last week he watched a child be beaten to death with a smile with everyone else in this house. Some of them held back the people trying to get to Khalid as the big guy over there-” you nod to the redhead with a cleaver in his head. “killed him. Then of course some of them simply didn’t do anything.”
Your voice takes on a mocking edge towards the end as you revel in the man staring down the barrel of Vigilante’s gun.
“Huh,” said man grunts before you hear the click of his weapon. “Sounds like a bad guy to me.”
You don’t fight the smirk on your face as the officer looks up at you two with wide shining eyes. The gunshot rings around the space alongside the sound of his body thumping softly on the floor.
You get your dagger back from him and then you both start to leave the room.
“So you do all of this to get back at these types of guys?”
“For the most part, I guess. It’s not the kind of vengeance Fatima wants, and she’ll pray for them a little, yeah, but she won’t miss them. What I do is draw attention so that she can fight with the courts, and the precinct is so busy dealing with me they can’t start forging shit and forcing false confessions.”
“What I do is a distraction, it's not a solution. I just make it a little easier for the people that have a solution to get shit done,” you smile. “And abate my own separate…needs.”
“So…what’s that mean exactly?”
“It means I’ve got a lot of anger and the cause of some of it is ripe for the picking. Call it reparations. Or don’t, I don’t give a fuck.”
You bend down to retrieve another one of your daggers in the doorway. You’re fully aware that what you do isn’t some righteous deed, but it’s not meant to be. A good part of what you do is because things need to change, but some of it is your own penchant for violence. You’d be doing things like everyone else if you didn’t enjoy killing.
But people didn’t become vigilantes because they were mentally stable.
Vigilante nods slowly, “Well I kill because it’s fun. But only bad guys.”
“I did catch that, yes,” you respond while yanking your dagger out of the woman you took care of after you cleavered the big redhead.
You both step over her to get to the main room.
He stands at the back door while you take another knife out of someone else you took out. You take in the six people he killed.
“You are excessively violent…creative even,” you tilt your head, taking in the deliberate way one person is skewed through with two wooden armrests. “Really creative.”
Vigilante shrugs.
“Yup, and youuuu are very sloppy. Though you have amazing aim.”
You wipe the blood from the third knife on your pant leg.
“Well not everyone went to school for this shit,” you shrug. “But thanks.”
“You’re very welcome, and I didn’t go to school either.” He pauses. “I’m just a natural badass.”
You make sure to look right at him as you roll your eyes. It’s a full body action and he laughs.
You both briefly lapse into silence. You grab and sheath a fourth knife as he watches you.
“You know who I think we’re like?”
You grunt at his words, busy going back around to pick up your throwing knives. You pull a fifth one from some guy's jugular as you answer him.
“No, but I know what you’re like: Goofy. Now are you gonna help me with this or not?”
Vigilante snorts quietly but starts pulling knives from bodies without complaint. You murmur another thanks to him.
“You think I’m goofy?”
You hear him grunt a little as he bends down to dig one of your weapons out from where it's embedded into a woman’s stomach. At his tone you glance over at him and see he’s more hunched than he should be even as he stands to get a second knife.
Did he just sound disappointed? You sigh, a few hours ago you wouldn’t have been able to toss out a stray fuck towards this jackass’s feelings and now here you were.
“I mean, not in a bad way, you’re just unfamiliar.” His head’s still hanging off his shoulders though, so behind your mask you huff and try again. “You’re surprisingly fun Vigilante, and I’d be up to doing this again if you are.”
Physically the change isn’t egregious but the way he visibly perks to listen more closely is. So is the way his voice lilts up.
“Really?” The next knife he pulls out he then flips, blood and sinew splatter on his suit. It doesn’t make much difference.
He sounds like he’s shocked but you figure that’s fair, you hadn’t exactly wanted him anywhere near you two hours ago.
“Mhm,” you nod, twisting a knife from someone’s neck and watching the blood spurt weakly out at you. Fun. You wonder if he choked to death before the blood loss got to him.
You’re startled from your light musings when Vigilante cheers.
“Oh yeah, you like me! V/n likes me!”
You chuckle and point at him as you pull your last knife from someone’s femur.
“I'm giving you a chance,” you correct in a similar musical tone as him.
He doesn’t at all stop his celebrating, just points back at you after dancing in a circle.
“You’re giving me a chance!”
It’s a ridiculous dance and it goes on for almost two minutes. You join in at around the last 30 seconds. It’d have been pretty lame to just stand around watching him dance like a killjoy. Which is absolutely the main reason you joined in.
The only reason.
Hem.
He hands over your knives in varying states of covered in blood and eventually you both resettle, you morso than Vigilante, who keeps dancing while he talks.
“So we’re officially doing team ups now, right?”
You narrow your eyes at him, jaw working for a couple moments before you nod once.
“As long as we work on the way you chose your targets,” you speak over his now whispered chant. He nods, helmet rattling some at the speed, while still doing a tamer version of his happy dance.
His whole body is vibrating with energy when he holds out his hand for you. You don’t think too long before you clasp it back.
“Deal!”
The two of you shake on it.
You wouldn’t mind having his energy bothering you more often. You suppose he’s not too much of a problem.
For the rest of your time you do a typical circuit route.
You help Max and his grandfather move supplies into their family shop, Tamar breaks her foot and she lets you carry her back to her mom (Vigilante carrying her scooter).
Trinity and Iyaka tip you to escort them to their cars, which you would’ve done for free, but you weren’t gonna pass up money either. They watch Vigilante funny but otherwise don’t speak on it, sticking closer to you. If the other notices he doesn’t comment.
You go to the grocery and Mrs. Linda waves at you from the main register, you buy a candy bar for one of the little kids so Mr. Jackson will stop staring at him so hard (technically it’s Vigilante’s money but still), and you get sandwiches to give to the group of kids that are always playing at the community park.
Throughout the morning Vigilante almost stabs himself in the foot, you laugh, you trip over some uneven sidewalk and he returns your same energy in kind, then the quiet of early morning turns to the stirring noises of daybreak and you wind down.
It’s not until the light starts peeking in the horizon, you’re out longer than usual and you're taking in the sun cresting in the sky that you usually don’t see, that he remembers what he was going to say earlier.
“Oh!” He bumps your shoulders while you two are walking to his Vigilante Mobile (which you quickly find out is just his regular ass car -and he was talking to you about keeping your secret identity safe). “Earlier I was trying to say that we’re like Kirk and Spock. Oh! Or like Han and Leia since she’s a lady and they’re cooler.”
You huff, but a smile still manages to etch itself to your face.
“Whatever floats your boat, Vig.”
NOTE: I’m just telling a story. You make your own decisions and form your own options. Bye. Hope you enjoyed!
Is this too much? Not enough? Constructive feedback would be lovely.
And my gun knowledge is rudimentary at best just so we’re all adequately aware.
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Catharsis | Adrian Chase
this fic is race/ hair type/ body type neutral; why does that matter? If you feel I’ve overlooked something in regard to this, no matter how “small”, please let me know!
@stealsteels threatened to BEAT ME UP (real) if I didn't post this so I'm doing it.
(…in all seriousness, thank you for all of your encouragement, it truly means the world ♡)
word count | 5.1k (woof)
warnings/ notes | 18+, fluff/ smut; clit rubbing/ fingering, spanking, vibrators, kink discovery/ exploration, trusting and communicating with your partner (hot), service top Adrian, masochistic reader/ sadistic Adrian if you squint. I don't write piv :)
as noted, this contains spanking. It is of course fully consensual, something reader explicitly asks for and (most importantly) NOT a punishment, but I realize it still isn’t everyone's thing, so please be mindful.
also this is incredibly self indulgent and tbh maybe a little out of character, and turned out a lot fluffier and domestic that I intended.
ao3
minors/ ageless blogs please respect my wishes and do not interact with my work/ blog. I will block you :)
You hear him before you see him. A double shift at Fennel Fields followed by hours of shooting a bunch of appliances in the woods with Chris and he still careens into your apartment with all the intensity and finesse of a hurricane. The endless amount of energy he seemed to have was sometimes baffling, and while it was usually fun to have your own personal Energizer bunny around (especially in bed), sometimes you really envied it.
You especially envy it on days like today when you felt like you could barely drag yourself through a comparatively low stakes and low effort day.
That feeling doesn’t last long though, because as soon as he toes his shoes off (a task that takes significantly longer than it should because he refuses to untie his laces, insisting that it’s faster even though it clearly isn’t) and rounds the corner into the kitchen, he shoots you his signature smile and you instantly feel that warmth you only seem to feel around him.
Shoes successfully removed, he ambles over to where you stand in front of the stove, fanning yourself as you lower the heat of the burner. Strong arms instinctively find their way around your waist and he nuzzles into your side, dropping tiny kisses to your cheek. Said kisses are, of course, mostly a means of distraction so that he can reach around you to grab the spoon you'd been stirring with and stick the entire thing in his mouth, but it’s still cute enough to earn him a few kisses in return.
You return to stirring (with a new spoon), humming your replies as he launches into his recap of the day’s events. The recaps are rarely linear (sometimes they're not even coherent), so by now you’re used to the way he flip flops between how crazy the recoil from Chris' Desert Eagle was (“I mean yeah okay, I shot it without his permission, but holy shit babe that thing is crazy! Maybe I should get one. I mean when you think about it it’s actually kind of weird that we don’t have matching guns. Do you think he would think that was weird? If I got the same gun as him?”), to how he’d broken a guy's kneecaps after he'd caught him pushing his girlfriend into a wall in a dark alley, to how some other guy had actually proposed at Fennel Fields (“but don’t worry babe, when I propose it’ll be somewhere way nicer. Like at least Olive Garden or better.”)
The last bit earns him an eye roll and a nudge to the ribs, but you still can’t help the grin that pulls at your lips.
With dinner done, he finally disentangles himself from you to grab the plates and silverware and plops down in front of the tv. Tonight you’re finishing up the latest season of Barry (a show he finds hilarious, more for the gore than the actual comedy), but the second you take your seat next to him his arms immediately find their way around your middle.
“You know you can’t eat if you’re holding me, right?” you question, arching an eyebrow at him.
Undeterred, he pulls you even tighter, insisting that he “totally can though!”
“I’ve mastered the art. See, look,” He demonstrates said “mastery” by pulling you into his chest and bringing his plate around so that it sits on his open palm in front of you. He grins down at you, hopeful you’ll just ignore the high likelihood of pasta sauce spilling down your front with one wrong move. You pat his cheek and shake your head no, moving to separate your bodies. He pouts, truly pouts at you and once again find yourself unable to hide your smile.
“Okay okay, what about if you lay down on my chest and I put my plate on your back?”
“Then how would I eat?”
He ponders this for a second until you see another lightbulb go off.
“Okay, what about you sit in my lap and hold your plate and I-”
“I swear, if you suggest putting your plate on my head...”
“You didn’t let me finish!”
Another skeptical look before you sigh and motion for him to finish.
“...But yes I was going to say that.”
The way he seems to so desperately want this to work is perhaps a little annoying, but mostly very cute and endearing. Another eye roll makes it clear that his request is out of the question, and he’ll, for the time being, have to settle for eating like a normal person.
You turn your attention back to the screen just in time to see a guy's brains splatter as he gets shot in the head point blank. Despite the fact that you know about Adrian’s propensity for violence, it still gets to you and you wince. He pulls you tightly into his side, rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder and you settle into his touch, muttering your thanks into his sweatshirt and pressing a grateful peck to his chin. You sigh contentedly and press your face into his side and your eyes drift closed as you inhale his scent.
A bark of laughter jolts you awake. You hadn’t even realized you’d fallen asleep, but sure enough when you look up the credits are rolling. You yawn and stretch, craning your neck to look up at him and he seems to immediately sense your stare. He smiles that smile, the one that’s sweet like his normal one but also not, doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he’s thinking about something not so sweet, and the proof of what he exactly he's thinking is now pressing up against you. You turn to face him fully, taking in his lopsided smile and the slight splotchy blush creeping over his neck and plant a small teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Obviously this isn’t enough for him, and he leans over to gently grab the back of your neck and pulls you to him. The kiss is… kind of a lot, to be honest, but most things with Adrian are. Overeager as always he wastes no time licking along the seam of your mouth, asking for entry. You don't oblige him, not yet, opting to tease him instead as you nip his bottom lip.
You hug him closer, feeling the muscles in his back flex under your touch as he tilts your head to the side to suck at the skin of your neck. You move to straddle him but he's already getting impatient and makes a frustrated sound as he grips your thighs and pulls you the rest of the way into his lap. With you seated fully on top of him, he moves one hand to your hip to hold you solidly in place while the other snakes up under your shirt. Adrian is rarely smooth and tonight is no exception. His hands move over you as if he's unsure where to go or where to stop, touching you like it's the first time. They ghost over your stomach and up between your breasts before finally settling on your ass in a nice firm hold.
He finally frees your neck, laving sloppy kisses over your tender skin before pulling away completely. The momentary loss of contact is enough for you to come back to your senses and you push lightly against his chest.
“Hi.” Hi? You scoff at yourself. Great start.
You have no idea why you’re feeling so self-conscious all of a sudden, especially when he's looking at you like that.
The way he noticeably focuses when you have something to say, absorbing your every word is endearing but sometimes it also feels so intense. Especially now, when he’s sitting here, half hard underneath you, eyes growing wide and curious under his large frames.
You gather yourself and clear your throat.
“I uh, I actually wanted to talk about something. To ask you something, actually. I mean, we obviously don’t have to do it tonight, or do anything tonight. I mean I know you’ve had a really long day so I don’t want you to feel obligated to do it tonight, or at all even, if you don't want to. I don’t even know if it’s something you’d be interested in so, no pressure, obviously.”
You’re way too aware of the fact that you’re rambling, which is typically more of an Adrian thing than a you thing, but despite (or maybe because of) your awareness, you can’t seem to stop. The words just keep tumbling out, and now you’re getting flustered and a little bit annoyed with yourself, in large part because it's Adrian for Christ's sake. He's never judged you for your desires and you know it's not in his nature. Even now he just sits there, ignoring his own arousal, patiently waiting for you to get the words out, tracing comforting (albeit distracting) shapes against the tops of your thighs. In spite of all this you still struggle with simply just saying what you want– what you need. You take another breath.
"I want…"
You had what felt like the most supportive partner in the world, so why did this feel so fucking hard?
He nods, squeezing your sides, encouraging you to continue. “Tell me what you want. Tell me and I'll give it to you.”
"I, uh, I want you to spank me." You hold your breath, gauging his reaction carefully.
He immediately perks up at this and just like that, you’re at ease again. Not even a hint of the hesitation or confusion (or even worse, judgment or disgust) you’d dealt with the few times you’d brought it up with previous partners. Not even the well meaning (but kind of annoying) "I don't want to hurt you" you'd come to expect. Then again, this is Adrian, your Adrian, and now you’re wondering why you were even worried in the first place.
Then again, it wasn't like this was exactly a shocking revelation. Adrian already knew you liked some pain and he’d been more than happy to give you the occasional playful spank before, in and out of the bedroom. Even though what you're asking for now was much different, his reaction is a huge relief.
For his part, he sits there, fucking beaming at you. His eyes drift to your lips again, tongue sneaking out to lick his own as he leans in to nip at you this time. For a moment he lingers, like he can’t decide whether he wants to kiss you or move back down to your neck. He goes with the former, pulling you into a searing kiss. You don’t consider yourself the type to get easily flustered, but fuck if he isn’t literally taking your breath away right now. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, payback for earlier, and you gasp. His hand moves to cradle the back of your neck again, squeezing just the tiniest bit. You know he's barely using any of his strength and that knowledge makes you shudder.
“So, how do you want to do this?”
You laugh, “I um…” To be honest, you kind of hadn’t really put much thought into logistics and the kiss wasn't making it any easier to think.
You don’t have to flounder for too long though, because now that you’ve put the idea into his head, he’s running with it.
“Want me to bend you over the couch?”
Another thing most people don’t know about Adrian, and you’re thankful for this, is how… focused he can be. Especially when properly motivated.
“Or I could put you over my lap. Get you nice and relaxed and just… help get all the tension out. Would you like that? Hm?” Hia hands have drifted back to your ass and he pinches it now to emphasize his point, making you yelp.
You can tell how excited he’s getting both by the way he continues to ramble and by the way he’s started to absentmindedly rut up against you. You don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it because he’s still talking, seemingly completely unaware.
“Maybe we should get a paddle. I’d love to see your ass jiggle when I hit it with a paddle. Fuck, do you have one? Should we get one right now? Or a riding crop. Or- what are those things with all the tassels?”
“Adrian, do you really want to buy a flogger right now? Or do you want to take me to bed?"
“Right, right.” Without warning, he stands and you do your best to cling to him as he makes his way to your bedroom. From this position it’s harder to grind against him, but that doesn’t stop you from trying. You press your lips against the long column of his throat, moving up from his Adam’s apple to kiss behind his ear. You move back down and up again, repeating the action on the other side. He groans, deep and guttural and filthy, and you think it’s the loveliest sound you’ve ever heard.
“Stopstopstop, you’re distracting me!” He huffs, cutely, like he really has the audacity to be annoyed right now.
You grin into his neck, unable to stop yourself from softly nibbling his ear.
He places you down on the bed, crawling over you to kiss down your neck and you arch into him, hands sliding down his chest, toned muscles apparent despite the thick material of his sweatshirt, before reaching his waistband. You move to tug them down, desperate to feel him in your hands but he quickly grabs both your wrists and holds them above your head. He pulls back to look at you, smiling a very different smile now.
You try in vain to tug your wrists free, whining for him to let you go so you can touch him, but the look he fixes you with is enough to shut you up. Slowly, slowly he trails his free hand down your chest and slips it into your shorts, rubbing you over your panties.
You moan, clamping your thighs around his hand and grinding yourself into his touch, growing more and more desperate by the second. When he finally he relents and releases your hands you're panting, but you waste no time wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your hands in his curls as he returns to your neck, kisses turning to bites.
He rucks your shirt all the way up and you lift so he can finish tugging it over your arms. You shiver, fully exposed to him now and he bends down to take one nipple in his mouth, alternating between gentle bites and sucks while circling the other with his thumb and you sigh dreamily, pushing up into his touch.
Your hand drifts back to the nape of his neck, absently dragging your nails up and down the back of his scalp, dark curls running through your fingers and he groans against your skin. You move for his pants again but he bites your nipple that much harder; a clear warning.
He releases your nipple and you think he's switching to the other one but he instead fixes you with another stern look. His voice is lower this time when he speaks.
“Are you gonna behave, or do I need to tie you up?”
You can’t help the shiver that runs through you, or the whimper that escapes your lips at his words.
As enticing as the offer is, you’re starting to get antsy. You nod your head and mutter your assent and he smirks, seemingly satisfied with your answer.
The look he gives you this time is much softer but it still makes your blood run hot, makes you feel like the electricity in your nerves is sparking just under your skin. You turn your head to the side and without missing a beat he grabs your chin lightly, guiding your gaze back to him.
Heat rushes up your neck to your cheeks, but you make yourself hold his gaze. His pupils are almost completely blown black now, cheeks ruddy and lips set in a firm line.
"I care about making you feel good.” The sincerity in his voice floods you with warmth.
“Are you gonna let me?”
You whimper, wishing he’d just go back to kissing you, but you know the question isn’t rhetorical.
“Yes, yes, please Adrian just- please”, you pant, stretching up, wordlessly begging him to kiss you again, to do something, but he doesn't relent. He just holds your gaze while you pout and squirm under him.
“Now, tell me what you want.”
You peer up at him, uncertain of what he means. “I told you, I want you-”
“No, tell me exactly what you want. Be specific. Do you… do you want me to punish you?” His voice quiets a bit at the end.
“No! No, I don’t. I don’t want it to be a punishment. I-I don’t know. I just… I do want it to hurt but... I more just want to not think, just for a while. Sorry, that’s not what you asked but-”
“No, no that’s good. That’s good.”
He finally lets go of your wrists and kneads the muscles in your shoulders. The warmth and pressure from his hands soothes your nerves and you sigh and smile up at him.
“Alright, get over my lap then.”
You scramble to obey, already dizzy with anticipation. You feel giddy with it, and despite your nerves you couldn't deny how badly you wanted this– wanted to feel his hands on you, wanted him to make you feel release only the way he could.
You splay yourself over his spread legs, head resting on the pillow you’d grabbed. Now that you’re unable to see what he’s doing, your mind starts to race. Your pulse quickens, and you start to get that familiar floaty feeling you get whenever he takes control and you get to let go.
He puts one hand on the small of your back and with the other he finally, mercifully, tugs at your waistband. You can feel just how hard he's gotten now as he presses into your hip, but he doesn’t move. Adrian isn't much for teasing but he makes no move to touch you, so you wiggle your hips in the hope that it’ll get him to do… something. He presses firmly on your lower back and you huff, but still yourself anyway. He slowly smooths over the muscles in your lower back, pressing deeper and deeper until you relax into his touch.
He moves lower, gripping the meat of your ass, kneading it softly, and you’re not sure if the gentle touches are genuine or if he’s trying to get you to let your guard down before he starts.
He unceremoniously spreads your legs, dipping his hand between your thighs before ghosting his fingers over your lips. He moves to circle your clit over your underwear and you moan into the pillow, bucking your hips back into his hand, searching for more of whatever he’s willing to give you.
You should’ve known better again, because as soon as you do, his hand comes down squarely against your ass. The pain isn’t so bad, but the sound is enough to make you jump.
"Oh." he says quietly, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "I see."
You're not sure exactly what he means by this but you don't have time to think about it too hard before he brings his hand down again, this time on the other cheek. He stops briefly and you move to turn and ask if that's all he intends to do, but you feel another stinging slap before you get the chance.
“You said you wanted it to hurt, right?” You mumble a "yes", high and breathy, into the pillow that’s smushed against your face.
"Then ask me nicely."
Fuck.
"Adrian, please, please, fucking- just - harder please."
The pace he sets now is unrelenting. You pretty quickly become aware of the fact that he's making sure there's no pattern for you to predict and the thought makes you even giddier.
One smack, and then another, the stinging pain hovering just on the edge of too much, dulling all of your other senses. You start to get that familiar hazy feeling, and you relax into it, welcome it, will it to take you over completely.
Left, left, left, right, left again, one sharp, followed by a few open handed ones to your thigh in quick succession. All the while he's rubbing small, tight circles against your clit with his other hand.
His fingers move to tease your entrance, rubbing small circles into you and like the slaps he's doling out they seem to have no predictable rhythm.
"I think… this is really unlocking something in me," he mutters, more to himself than to you.
You’d been so focused on what he was doing that you only now realize how embarrassingly loud your moans had been, but his comment draws something out of you. You’re whining and writhing against him, not even trying to look dignified at this point, the sensation verging on overwhelming but so so good.
Suddenly it’s gone, and you whine in protest. For a moment everything is still, and you realize for the first time how quickly your heart is beating.
“Still okay?”
You don’t think you can form words right now, but you groan an affirmative, hoping it gets your message across. Adrian gently tilts your chin so he can look into your eyes and confirm. “Yes?” he questions, and your heart warms at the way he asks, at the way he always wants to be certain. The way he's biting his lip also tells you you’re not the only one who's enjoying this.
You exhale sharply, forcing your brain and mouth to actually form words, making sure your "yes" is clear. He nods once in return and releases your chin, and you sigh as you sink into the pillow again. Once you're comfortable, he starts again.
"Good girl. Keep being good for me.”
The sharp stinging pain and the dull thudding of his open palm are starting to run together, all becoming one sensation. He grips the fat of your ass again with one hand, releases it and brings the other hand down. He repeats this a few more times; squeezing, releasing and then bringing his hand down quickly before the blood has the chance to rush back under your skin, gauging your reactions each time, cataloging every whimper, moan and twitch, every shudder, flinch and squeal and rewarding each in kind.
“You like that? You like it when I hurt you like this? You like my fingers rubbing your pretty little clit like this?”
With this he runs his fingers back through the slick between your legs, teasing a finger against your opening.
"Jesus, fuck, look at you. Is this all for me? Yeah? Answer me." You can’t help but whine at that, telling him "Yes, yes it's all for you, all for you Adrian!" hiccuping and helpless to do anything but feel him.
He continues, “I think I know what you want, but you know you have to use your words,” he chides. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, yes! Pleasepleaseplease” You’re nearly sobbing now, tears you hadn't even noticed before falling freely now.
“I think I have something you’ll like even better,” he says, and your heart leaps at the thought of what he could possibly have in mind. You move to turn to him, but a firm hand on your back keep you in place.
He draws his hand back and you brace yourself for the inevitable impact, but it doesn't come. You huff, knowing full well he's absolutely got the shittiest grin on his face but you refuse to turn around this time, refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing your annoyance. So the two of you just sit there, momentarily suspended, at the world’s tensest, horniest impasse. You, over his lap, your panties hanging off of your ankle, and him, with presumably one hand raised in the air and one tracing faint shapes into the skin of your inner thighs.
"You," he starts, taking a deliberate breathe like he's trying to compose himself, trying to stave off the arousal he's thus far been able to keep at bay. He’s still got his pants on, and the combination of that and you writhing and moaning on top of him is starting to become unbearable.
"You have no fucking idea what you do to me."
He sounds dangerous now, voice too measured and now the tension is really starting to get to you.
He’s moving on the bed, doing his best to not jostle you too much but you can still feel his hips and cock shift under you as he reaches over to the drawer on your side of the bed.
You hear him rifling through it, various objects clattering as he tosses them around. You use this time to ground yourself, taking a few deep breaths but they do little to stop the way your blood is still rushing under your skin. You have an idea of what he’s looking for, but you don’t dare turn around to confirm your suspicions.
Finally, the rustling stops and he chuckles triumphantly.
He’s quiet again. Suspiciously, unnervingly quiet. Adrian is so rarely quiet that when he is it's noticeable. He’s still lazily running his fingers between your thighs, purposefully avoiding your clit this time, despite the insistent roll of your hips. Like he’s got all the time in the fucking world.
You hear the telltale buzz of the Magic Wand behind you, but he doesn’t give you time to register it before he pushes the head right up against your clit. You cry out, the sensation immediately far too intense, but despite your struggle he continues to firmly hold you in place. You whine pathetically, the pressure and vibration too much too soon, and he eases up just a little so the vibrations are still strong, but not so overwhelming.
You keep squirming, you can’t help it, and he moves the toy from your clit. This time you chase it, now desperate for stimulation and he chuckles above you and spanks your ass again.
“Fuck!” You cry out, burying your face into the pillow again. You know how you probably look, completely fucked out, tears splilling freely from your eyes now as you sob ugly and way too loud sobs, but you can't think about that right now. You were close, so so close. You just needed that extra little push.
“You’re doing so well baby. Can you take a few more?” and he asks so sweetly you can't even think about saying no.
Adrian returns to rubbing the small of your back, his voice a little softer now. He knows the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, and he always knows how to get you over the edge.
You gasped an “uh-huh”, arching into his touch and this time he allows it and repositions the toy directly against your clit again. Despite his softer tone, his hand comes down again just as hard and unrelenting as before and you’re honestly glad he isn’t going softer now that he knows you’re close.
He turns the vibration up a little more and the extra stimulation is exactly what you need. You feel your body seize momentarily as you clench and shake and for a split second everything feels still before your orgasm crests and breaks over you.
You hold onto that feeling for as long as you can, letting the wave break and settle and feeling your brain go blissfully hazy.
You feel floaty, your body feeling absolutely spent, wrung out completely and everything in that moment feels so perfect.
Adrian slowly ghost gentle touches over your back and down over your ass and thighs. You feel something cool and sigh contentedly as he rubs lotion into your stinging flesh.
You work to steady your breathing, reveling in the feeling of his gentle touch and the sweet praises he mumbles.
He knows you sometimes get a little dizzy and fucked out after you cum, (loves it, really) so he waits for you to gather yourself. Once he finishes you roll onto your stomach.
You wouldn't blame him for being self satisfied or even cocky in this moment, but the smile he wears now is anything but. It's just warm and sweet, like him.
He grabs one of the small hand towels you keep in the bedside drawers and gently wipes you down, knowing how much you hate the feeling of sweat on your skin after and helps you pull a fresh pair of underwear and one of his oversized shirts on as you settle into his lap.
“Was it.. was it good for you? Was it too hard?” You hear the little bit of worry start to creep into his voice and you’re quick to reassure him.
“No, no not at all. It was perfect Adj. You know I would’ve stopped you if something was wrong.”
He visibly relaxes at this, and resumes running his fingers over your tender flesh, humming softly.
It’s quiet, and for a while the only sound you’re aware of is your breathing. When he speaks again, it’s like he’s already in the middle of a thought.
“But seriously. Whatever you need, you know I’m happy to do it for you. And you know how much I love taking care of you. I just always want to make sure I make you feel good, you know?”
You smile at his confession. “Yeah, I know. And thank you. Seriously."
You clear your throat. “It's just nice to have someone who cares, you know?”
He hums thoughtfully, still rubbing your skin gently.
"I know you care about me as a person, and I'm not saying you're the only one who does. I meant more, it's nice to have someone who cares about making me feel good. Not to say that other people were just using me for sex but… with you it's just,” you go quiet again. “It’s just different."
“So thank you. For… this. For not being weirded out by it, I mean. And for doing it, of course.”
You sit up so you can look him in the eye now and he pulls you into him fully, arms tight and secure. The last thing you're aware of before you drift off this time is his scent as he kisses your temple.
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✧.* 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥
˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟
Enhanced senses - @anki-of-beleriand
Coffee Stain - @randomshyperson
˗ˏˋ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩
The Archer - @waitimcomingtoo
˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞
Adore You - @oreosmilkshakes
Don’t Be A Fool - @stephens-heart
˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
Scrunchie - @devilish-mirage
˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤
treacherous - @elgrandeavocados
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I Know That Voice - @stylesparker
˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟
You're Hurting But I Am Here - @houseofwm
✧.* 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬
˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐛𝐢-𝐖𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐢
senate luxuries - @clints-lucky-arrow
soft and honeyed - @dolce-peach
˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧
The Softness Among Stars - @honeymandos
reverence - @dindjarindiaries
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The F-Word - @the-little-ewok
˗ˏˋ 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧
Dad!Kylo - @feed-the-rats
✧.* 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬
˗ˏˋ 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤
pay up - @s1ater
promise - @jjs-bitch
Goodmorning Sunshine - @lovelyjj
Side to Side - @ghostselena
✧.* 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
Pretty girls shouldn't have to cry - @cryonme
pick me - @fanatictypist
Blurb - @spideyheart
cause i don’t want you like a best friend - @evermoreal
˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
she's a fighter - @stylesparker
Second Choice - @messers-moony
˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧
Sore loser - @robynlilyblack
˗ˏˋ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
best friend’s sister - @eddiesbug
Blurb <3 - @↑
✧.* 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬
˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝
Wisteria - @boldlyvoid
Heartbeat - @theonewiththefanfics
✧.* 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧
˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧
A HUSBAND’S DUTY - @velvetcloxds
caught my eye - @mirclealignr
Ruined - @strawberriescherrieskiwi
the inn - @sargeant-bxrnes
✧.* 𝐄𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚
˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨
temptation & retribution - @sargeant-bxrnes
My Boys - @sublimecatgalaxy
✧.* 𝐃𝐂 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬
˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞
Fashion Statement - @univemma
How Do I Look? - @vigilvntes
˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
I wont drown, batman - @twinklelilstarkey
sure as hell not jesus (but you’re saving me) - @greenorangevioletgrass
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˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬
Your versions - @xreader-writing
façade - @stvrchaser
✧.* 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
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you belong with me - @peterbenjiparker
sweet - @katsu28
˗ˏˋ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
Cherry Blossom Colored Kisses - @queers-gambit
Cat People - @loveronlineee
˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲
come up short - @munsster
Heartbeat - @outerspacebisexual
˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫
Pretty Girl - @songs4themoon
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adrian chase/vigilante headcanons
x civilian/anti-hero reader + x black plus-size gnc reader
sfw and nsfw tones included
has these moments of cockiness and it either pisses you off or…
with that said he likes your hand wrapped around his neck
trans
adopts your phrases really quick
sounds like an echo of you sometimes
backs you up in any argument even if you’re losing
likes to stand close to you
^^sniffing your scent and/or playing with your clothes
when you guys spar he kinda pulls punches even though you don’t. taunting him makes him loosen up
enjoys throwing your body around//picks you up randomly
“look what i just learned how to do. are you looking? i’ll wait. ok ready?”
needy lil baby.
nuzzles into you whenever he’s close
clear frustration when he can’t get your attention
naps with his head in your lap and his face in your stomach
“i can hear your insides”
stares at you when you’re asleep and it scares the hell out of you to wake up with his wide ass eyes on you
forgets to take his meds a majority of the time. def ignores reminders/alarms to finish a story or joke he was telling at the time
puffs out his chest. not even for dominance or anything that’s just his posture
he has a really good arch 🧎🏿
likes to make you laugh + hear any variation of it
uses babe/baby a lot
sings in the shower
gets you to sit in his lap as much as possible
“let’s do it with our masks on”
you know he stalks you and just consider him a guard dog at some point
^actually did catch someone following you home while he was following you home and brought them to your front step all bloodied up and gagged :3
dad jokes
has this look in his eyes when you talk that gives you butterflies
you regret taking him to the club for the first time
^he became the center of multiple dance circles and kept pointing you out to join him
when your assignments are different during a mission, he makes sure to put to use the very long list of call and response phrases he’s forced you to learn
^knows he’s annoying but every time you respond, he smiles with relief
is very soft intimacy-wise
very low whimpers and light gasps
hesitant to grip you tightly at times,,,wants to treat you as gentle as possible
rough when riled up/has pent up emotions,,more of a power bottom then
favors backshots,,always melts in your grip
makes you food for aftercare
does his lil dancey dances with only his mask and normal clothing on,,,will perform multiple songs for you
ah…🧍🏿
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Lately I’ve been feeling so burnt out I have a lot of ideas but I can’t finish them I know this is a regular thing but I can’t to feel like I’m a bad writer for not consistently writing and posting
This post was made to just vent really it really is hard to to balance school and writing
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Charters I write for
Master list Wattpad. About me
Gotham
Edward Nygma
Jerome Valeska
Jeremiah Valeska
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Demon dean
American horror story
Tate Langdon
Kit walker
Lanna winters
Jimmy darling
James Patrick March
Kai Anderson
Marvel
Bucky
Nat
Loki
Yelena
Tasm!Peter Parker
Stranger things
Robin Buckley
Eddie Munson
001/Peter/Henry
Jackass
Johnny Knoxville
Scream
Billy Loomis
Stu macher
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Eu te convidava para sair! ( Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader!Viúva Negra)
Talvez uma série sobre isso.
Reader: Natasha Roger
Avisos: menções de morte, mansões de sangue, de luta, inimigos para amantes?.
O silêncio poderia ser considerado, um pouco, perturbador. A falta de multidões de pessoas reunidas, para um protesto ou algo do tipo, facilita o trabalho de Natasha.
A mulher de cabelos ruivos, vestida com um traje, com a arma em mãos, só precisava matar e sair. Sem testemunhas. Ou pelo menos tentar, já que o alvo era um vagabundo de merda. Com um ou dois seguranças musculosos e armados. Ela conseguiria, se o vigilante não entrasse na briga e acabasse com tudo. Um pé no saco.
Pegando uma faca e se escondeu atrás de uma parede, esperando o momento certo. Logo depois chamando atenção de um dos seguranças, que caiu como um patinho. A mulher cravou a faca no pescoço do homem, enquanto o outro vinha em sua direção. Que sem esforço nem um, o derrubou no chão e o matando com golpes no rosto.
Seguindo um corredor, em direção a uma porta, para finalizar o trabalho. A ruiva não acreditou no que viu. Sangue espalhado pelo chão, ela não fez isto... 'Porra vigilante!' ela pensou. Acabaria com isso de vez.
Se ele não tivesse visto, ela só o mataria sem dificuldade, mas ele viu. Agora, a Viúva negra se encontrava lutando contra o Vigilante. Que por alguma razão não calava a boca. Mesmo se levasse um soco na cara ele falava " isso doi, viúva " isso a irritava ainda mais!
Quando finalmente o derrubou no chão, ela subiu em cima dele, ambos cansados. Uma luta desesperadora. Mas uma vez a faca nas mãos da mulher, erguidas para cima.
- Uau, você vai me matar?- A voz sou como.um deboche
- Eu vou!- Ela disse, confiante. Por mais que fosse por isso que estava ali, ela não conseguiu. E abaixou a faca. O homem se aproveitou do momento, trocando a posição e ficando sobre a mulher.
- Sabe. Se você não estivesse tentando me matar,eu te convidava para sair. - Isso a chocou um pouco. Não era todo dia que seu inimigo a cantava.
- Estou aberta para negócios, Vigilante. Só... saia de cima de mim! Está me sufocando com seu peso! - Ele caiu para o lado, e ajudando a mulher a se sentar. Depois olhando ao lugar da antiga luta. Tudo acabado, buracos de tiros e facadas, móveis em todo canto, tudo espalhado. Uma verdadeira zona de guerra.
Anotação da autora: primeira vez escrevendo. Tá uma porcaria, nós relevamos. Começar a postar com frequência aqui vários temas. Beijinhos, bey bey.
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Tiny Stitches (Adrian Chase x gn!reader)
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: SMUT, Graphic injury detail, Handjob
Summary: Your Halloween plans are cancelled last minute. You’re ready for a night alone eating Halloween candy until Vigilante comes to your door needing stitched up.
A/N: Based on this ask by @impossibleheartflower - thank you! No pronouns are used but the reader is wearing a slutty nurse outfit. It’s pretty nondescript (e.g. no specific mention of skirt or pants) so the slutty nurse outfit can be whatever you want it to be. Maybe the real slutty nurse outfit is the friends we made along the way.
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You dip your hand in your bubble bath to test the temperature - it’s not exactly going to make up for the fact that your Halloween date flaked at the last second but you know you’ll feel better when you take off this ridiculous costume and sink into the bubbles.
You hear a distant knock from your front door and turn off the tap.
It’s sort of late for trick-or-treaters. Right? Maybe your apartment is the last stop for the kids who live in your building. You don’t want to end up on a register somewhere so you pull on a robe over your sexy nurse costume.
“Coming!” You rush out of the bathroom to unchain your front door.
You let out a gasp of shock when you open it. Thud. A man’s body falls backwards into your apartment.
“What the fuck?!”
Is he… dead?
Dread fills you as your eyes ping over every part of his figure, looking for signs of life. But it’s hard to tell when he’s dressed in a black and teal Halloween costume with his face completely concealed by a mask.
Almost completely.
His eyes are just visible behind the red visor on his mask. He blinks up at you. He blinks. He’s alive.
The man dressed up as the masked Vigilante of Evergreen groans. “It’s me... Sorry.”
That voice is familiar. “Who- ?”
Vigilante stares up at you standing over him. He knows he’s got more pressing matters to worry about than being offended that you don’t recognise his voice but he can’t help it. He’d know your voice anywhere. Hell, he even recognises the way your keys jingle in the hallway when you get home from work.
“I’m your neighbour… from across the hall.” He clutches his side with one hand so he can rip off his mask with the other.
Oh.
‘Hot guy’ is the stupid thought that pops into your head when you stare at his upside-down face lying across your doorway. You realise who he is now after all, under his Halloween costume, with his dark, curly hair and sharp jaw - all that’s missing is his glasses. You’re not even sure of his name - you’ve been so used to referring to him as ‘Hot Guy Across The Hall’ in your friends’ group chat for months that you’re more accustomed to calling him that in your head.
‘Hot Guy Across The Hall took a package in for me today.’
‘I bet you’d like to take a package from Hot Guy Across The Hall.’
You snap out of it when you see a trickle of blood drip onto your floor. You look at the gloved hand clutching his side - he’s holding a wound on his abdomen. A dark puddle of blood leaks through the fabric, staining the white parts of his gloves crimson. A new terror sets in as you realise he’s been attacked.
“Please, I need a nurse.”
“This…” You look down at your red and white polyester outfit and the plastic stethoscope around your neck that’s visible underneath your open robe. “This is a Halloween costume.”
“I know that. I’ve seen you in scrubs.”
“I’m a vet.”
“Uh, thank you for your service?”
“A veterinarian.” You stick your head out the door and look up and down the hallway, worried about anyone stumbling upon the bloody scene. “Get in here.” You slip off your robe so you can move freely, then bend down and drag Hot Guy Across The Hall by his underarms into your apartment, sliding him across your wooden floor and shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he's heavier than he looks.
Shit, what was his name?
“Aidan, right?”
“Close enough.” He groans, staring up at your ceiling.
“Can you get up if I help you?”
“Mhm,” he winces in affirmation and you bend down to put his arm around his shoulder. He inhales sharply, holding onto his side as you help him across your small apartment into your bedroom. You’re glad your apartment is clean. Not that you’d admit out loud that you’d tidied it specifically just in case your date had gone well tonight.
You help him onto your fresh bedspread. The blood is definitely going to stain your new sheets. Perfect.
“Okay, let’s see what we’re dealing with,” you say, tossing the plastic stethoscope aside and sitting beside him on the edge of the bed so you can assess the wound. “Wait, is your costume a onesie?”
“No,” he groans. “I just need to take off the belt-” He swears when he removes his hand from his side to unfasten his gunbelt. A jolt of adrenaline courses through you when you realise that attached to him are real guns.
“Okay, let me do that. You just keep applying pressure.” You firmly move his hands from his belt to his wound. The sound of metal on metal clicks in your silent bedroom when you gently unthread the belt from the loops. “There we go, you’re doing great,” you soothe as you place the belt and his gun on the floor and roll up the top half of his suit. Your fingers tremble slightly when you realise the fabric under them isn’t cheap polyester. It’s thick. Lined with what you expect is Kevlar. This is no bargain bin Halloween costume.
Oh shit.
There’s a long but shallow knife wound running down his ribs. It doesn’t look like there’s any damage to his vital organs. But it’s gruesome. “I’ll get my car keys - I’m taking you to a hospital.”
“Wait!” He tries to sit up but yelps in pain and lies back again.
“Please, I can’t go there… Too many questions.”
It confirms your suspicions.
“You’re not dressed up for Halloween.” It’s not a question but you look up to see his response all the same. You’ve been so focused on his injury that you haven’t noticed the way his green eyes have been searching your face. He slowly shakes his head and looks at you beseechingly. Ugh. You can’t say no to those pretty eyes. It’s why you ended up becoming a vet - you just can’t resist the stupid, puppy-dog eyes.
“I don’t have any anaesthetic. This is gonna hurt like a bitch.”
“Thanks.”
“Keep that sentiment in mind when you’re screaming in a second.”
You leave him and boil some water while you busy yourself finding your medical supplies and a bottle of vodka. You set up your things on the bedside table while you sit on a throw pillow on the floor next to the bed.
“God, this is always the worst bit.” He says, squinting at you dipping the gauze in the boiled water, getting ready to clean out the wound.
“Don’t you normally wear glasses?”
“They’re in my pocket.”
You reach into his pocket and carefully place them on his face. “Better?” He nods. “Or maybe you don’t wanna see this?”
“Aren’t you gonna clean it out with vodka first?” He asks as your hand hovers over his wound, holding the gauze.
“Hell no - that’s only in the movies. Alcohol can damage your tissue. This is for us.” You open the bottle with one hand, take a quick swig and shudder before handing him the bottle.
“Shouldn’t you be sober for this?”
“Hey, the dogs never complain when I turn up to work drunk.”
“They don’t?”
Your face cracks into a smile as you take in the sincerity of his look. “A joke. I’m joking.”
“Oh, right. Yeah.” He takes a long gulp of vodka, screws up his face and passes it back to you.
You clean his wound and he clenches his fists, breathing heavily.
“So, you said you’ve done this before?” You ask, trying to distract him.
“Yeah,” he says through gritted teeth.
You scan his toned lower abdomen and spot a gruesome-looking scar just under his navel. “Oof, I can tell. That looks like shit.”
“Hey-” He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale when you give the wound one last wipe.
You thread the sterilised needle. “You ready?”
“Wait.” He extends his arm towards the vodka and you pass it to him so he can take another drink. He shakes his head. “Ready.”
“I’ll be quick. I promise.”
He groans when the needle breaks his skin. “So, what’s your name? If it’s not Aidan.” If you keep him talking, you can take his mind off the pain. Keep him conscious.
“It’s Adrian.”
“How about that? I was close.”
“I know yours. I get your packages sometimes.” He says your full name and address as if reciting a poem.
“Well remembered,” you say, furrowing your brow in concentration as you make the next stitch. He grabs your shoulder instinctively.
“Sorry,” he whimpers.
“It’s okay. You’re doing so good.”
His grip tightens at that.
“Anyway, how come you’re home more than me? You always get my packages. Doesn’t doing all this keep you busy?”
“I work nights. Mostly. Evenings too at my other job.”
“You’re a waiter, right? I’ve seen your uniform.”
“Busboy.”
“That’s cool,” you jabber on, focusing on keeping him distracted. “Must be a pretty convincing secret identity.”
“Right?!” He perks up at your compliment, extremely pleased that you think his secret identity is a good one.
“Bussing tables in the evenings then committing murder at night?”
“It’s not murder.” He grimaces again. The grip on your shoulder is now vice-like. “It’s holding people accountable.”
“Sure, sure…” you say. You feel strangely calm. It’s as if the shy, awkward dude on your bed is just cosplaying as Vigilante. Even though you’re currently stitching up his fresh wound from whatever the fuck it is he’s been up to tonight.
“...You’re not gonna, like, tell anyone, right?” You feel his eyes studying your face as you continue stitching him up.
“That depends. What are you gonna do for me?”
For some reason, his cheeks turn crimson and he blinks rapidly behind his glasses.
“Uh, like what?” he blusters.
“Does your job have any perks?
“Uh… Do you need me to kill someone?”
“No!” And despite the absurdity of the question, you laugh. “I meant like free pink lemonade for life in exchange for stitching you up.”
“Ohhhh, right. I dunno. I might get asked a lot of questions if I give you free drinks.”
“More questions than you’d get at the hospital if I took you there instead?”
“Uh, no, probably not.” He chews his lower lip seriously and it makes you feel bad for teasing him in his sorry state.
“I’m kidding, dude. My lips are sealed.”
The fact he’s Vigilante doesn’t scare you in the way you know it should. You know you should absolutely phone the police. But you kind of enjoy sharing this. A dirty little secret between the two of you.
“Pink lemonade is overhyped,” he says after a few beats.
“Is is not! It’s like the best kind of lemonade.”
“It is - ow! Sorry! Okay, sorry for saying it’s overhyped! Pink lemonade is great. Jesus.”
“That wasn’t on purpose - sorry. It’s just the last stitch… Keep holding onto my shoulder if you want?” Before you even finish the suggestion, his blood-stained gloved grips onto your white nurse outfit. “You’re being so brave.”
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers.
His whimper makes you feel flustered in a way you hadn’t expected. And you’re pretty sure it’s nothing to do with the task at hand.
You can’t think of a response to comfort him. Your bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired - usually, your patients are much fluffier. You stop short of calling him a good boy and patting his head
Finally, you tie off your last stitch and squeeze some antibacterial ointment onto the neat row of stitches.
“Done. Now take a look at this.” With difficulty, he hoists himself into his elbows to look at his stomach. “Evenly spaced stitches, not too tight, yeah? Now look at these.” You point at the scar on his lower abdomen. “Tiny stitches. They’re too tight. And you shouldn’t make X’s when you sew yourself up. Not bad for a second try, though.”
“That was like the fifth time I’ve done it,” he pouts. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“Look, you can feel how it’s gone all bumpy.” You trace your fingers along the scar, feeling the way the skin has healed unevenly under the trail of hair on his stomach.
He flushes again as he looks down at you, your fingers brushing his abdomen.
“What?”
“Sorry.” He lies back again, determinedly looking at the ceiling.
“For what? Oh.” Your forearm brushes against something hard in his pants as you remove your hand from his stomach. “My bad.”
“It’s not - ” he winces, trying to sit up further but changes his mind mid-way through. “Fuck.”
“Does it hurt?”
“My… my boner?”
“No!” You crack up laughing again and he joins in uncertainly as if not sure why. “Your very recent knife wound?”
“Oh. Yeah. I mean - no.” His eyes linger on your body and you suddenly feel very aware of the fact that you’re kneeling at his side wearing not very much clothing. He swallows and looks away quickly. “Y’know, I should go. I don’t wanna ruin your night.”
You laugh like it’s nothing. That this whole situation is totally in your comfort zone.
“Don’t worry about it. I was supposed to be going to a Halloween party with a date but they bailed.”
“They bailed on you?”
“Eh, it happens.” You shrug. “They mighta had a better offer.”
“Than you?” He looks at you seriously and pushes his glasses higher up his nose. “No way. Not possible. You’re, like, a ten.”
You tilt your head and look at him carefully. He takes a sharp inhale of breath when you get up from the floor, sit on the bed next to him and place the back of your hand on his forehead.
“Wha - what are you doing?”
“You don’t seem to have a fever…” His eyebrows scrunch together as he gazes up at you through his wire-rimmed frames. “I just thought you might be hallucinating.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re not hot.”
“You don’t have to compliment me just because I stitched you up.”
“Am not!” he protests like you’re teasing him. “I’d compliment you all the time if you didn’t run off every time I saw you.”
It’s your turn to protest. “I do not ‘run off’.”
Although it’s not strictly true. You sort of do. You just thought he hadn’t noticed.
“Uh, yeah!” he says. “When you picked up that package last week? It was kinda impressive how fast you sprinted across the hall.”
You feel heat rising in your neck as you remember it. He had answered the door wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants, grinning as you read the indiscreet label plastered on the front.
‘HOSPITAL HOTTIE - ADULT FANTASY LINGERIE’
You had stammered a quick thanks before fleeing back to your apartment where you shut the door behind you and leaned against it, eyes closed, not sure whether to text your friends immediately with this news or to strip off and take a cold shower.
You look down at your almost bare legs and smooth out the front of your outfit, now wishing you hadn’t so hastily thrown off your bathrobe. It must look ridiculous.
“Y’know when I saw the label, I thought a lot about what was in that package.”
Your eyes dart up instinctively to see if he’s making fun of you. He’s smiling. But sincerely. It’s a cute smile. With dimples.
“You did?”
“Tch - Hell yeah I did. I sort of… I dunno. Fantasised about this, I guess.”
Your throat feels dry. “About this?”
“Yeah, I mean I thought I might have been dreaming when you actually opened the door like that.”
You look at him suspiciously. “Adrian… did you - did you get stabbed on purpose so I’d take care of you?”
“What? No! I never get stabbed.”
“Never?”
You touch the scar on his lower abdomen again and this time - intentionally - your forearm rests on his crotch.
“Well, hardly ever.”
“You should let me stitch you up from now on,” you say, as your fingers dance down his stomach. “The next rare occasion you get stabbed.”
The heel of your hand barely grazes the tip of his hard cock through his pants. When his eyes lock onto yours, you know you’re not being slick. He swallows. You freeze. You’re worried you’ve overstepped.
You both stare at each other for a few seconds.
You realise you’ve been holding your breath. “What else was in your fantasy?” you whisper in an exhale.
“Fuck.” He closes his eyes like he’s throwing caution to the wind. “This.” His gloved hand clamps on top of yours faster than you’d have expected in his injured state and he firmly moves your hand over his cock.
Fuck it.
Your hands work urgently, unzipping the suit hugging his waistline and suddenly his warm cock is under your palm.
He suppresses a groan of pain and you look up in alarm, worried that you’ve hurt him somehow but you can see he’s trying to sit up.
“Lie back - you’re gonna hurt yourself.”
“It’s - ow, fuck - it’s worth it if I can kiss you.”
You push his chest back gently so he’s lying on your pillows and kneel on the bed to kiss him. As soon as your lips meet his, he tries to lift himself up again, lurching himself deeper into your mouth. Your tongue slips into his mouth as you push, more firmly this time, onto his chest so he can’t sit up.
You lean your forehead against his and his glasses push into your brow. “Keep still. Nurse’s orders.”
“I thought you were a vet,” he says breathlessly.
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
You lick your palm, wrap your hand around his cock and slide it along his shaft.
“Oh fuck... Fuck - you’re so hot. Where - where have you been all my life?”
His eyebrows knit together in a beautiful, pathetic sort of way that makes your lower tummy burn dangerously.
“Across the hall in this slutty little outfit. Waiting to take care of you.”
“Holy fucking shit.” He tenses his thighs and jerks his hips up into your slick fist with a laboured groan.
“Don’t. Stay still,” you tell him sternly. For some reason your reprimand makes him clench his jaw.
“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Yeah? I bet you do. I bet you’ve been jerking off thinking about it.”
“Y- yeah,” he gasps. His cheeks are flushed pink. You don’t think it’s from embarrassment - you have a feeling he doesn’t embarrass easily so you press on.
“Tell me.”
“I’ve been - shit - I’ve been jerking off thinking about you.”
“Doing what?” Your hand picks up pace and he squirms underneath your touch.
“I told you. This.”
“Just this?”
“Fuck. No.”
“Tell me then,” you repeat.
“I wanted to - oh god - when you ran across the hall, I wanted to grab you.” His voice strains. “Pull down your scrubs and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t forget my name again.”
You feel yourself dissolving then and there. “Shit. I would have let you.”
“Ah - fuck,” he whispers as he throbs under your hand. “Let me. Please.”
“No.” You stay in your kneeling position on the bed - one hand bracing against his chest to prevent him from sitting up and the other pumping up and down his cock. “You’re hurt. Lemme take care of you.”
He whimpers and pushes his head back into your pillows. The muscles in his pale neck tighten as he swallows hard. You can’t resist leaning down and pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on the exposed sensitive flesh of his throat.
“Relax, Adrian,” you murmur, your mouth pressed against his skin.
When his name leaves your lips, his groan vibrates in his throat against your mouth in response.
“Fuck - fuck - you feel so good.”
“You know where’d feel better, right?”
Adrian’s hips jerk up into your hand again. You don’t scold him this time - you let him squirm and work his hips in sync with your fist. He can handle it.
You kiss along his jawline and meet his lips again.
“Cum for me and you can fuck me when you’re healed,” you whisper.
And quicker than you’d expected - he does.
A shaky gasp leaves his lips and without really realising you’re doing it, you pant with him, breathing each other’s air as spurts of warmth coat your fingers. Your hand flexes along his length as you milk every last rope of cum from him and he collapses back onto your fluffy, white pillows.
Grabbing tissues from your bedside table, he lets you clean him up without complaint as he breathes heavily, staring at your ceiling.
“Better?” You give him a wry smile and he brings his gaze back to you.
“Yeah…” He looks down at his new stitches apprasingly. “I just wish I hadn’t been stabbed.”
“Yeah, well I’m kind of glad you were.”
He laughs so hard that he winces in pain and holds his side again. “Fuck. You’re kind of a freak, you know that, right?”
“Maybe I just like helping injured little things that give me puppy dog eyes.”
Adrian exhales a gentle laugh and fixes his glasses.
“Did you mean what you said about stitching me up again?”
You meet his green eyes. “Did you mean what you said about fucking me so hard I’d never forget your name again?”
“Uh, yeah? Obviously.”
“Then sure.” You toss the used tissue into the trash can and kiss him again. “Fucking sounds good. Pink lemonade is overhyped, anyway.”
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What people think I mean when I say I like white boys:
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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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Five Times Vigilante Definitely Does Not Have Feelings (and the One Time He Does)
Characters: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x f!reader
CW: Crude language; yearning.
Word Count: 3982
Adrian Chase will tell anyone: he doesn’t have emotions like people do. He doesn’t feel sad or angry or embarrassed. When Peacemaker gave him the nickname “Thimble,” he certainly didn’t cry. When Peacemaker was sent to prison, he certainly didn’t feel lonely.
Not having emotions is what makes him a more evolved human.
And yet, when ARGUS springs Peacemaker and sets up a black ops outfit in Evergreen, Adrian finds himself toeing the line of feelings. He doesn’t have emotions like people do, but he comes awfully close a handful of times…until he crosses the line entirely.
The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Vulnerable
As the Vigilante, Adrian gets hurt all the time. He’s become proficient at stitching up his own wounds. His body is littered with the scars of his own handiwork.
But when Goff tortures him for information, and when the ARGUS team comes to his and Peacemaker’s rescue, he finds himself missing half of a pinkie toe. It’s the most important toe on the human body, and he’ll probably never walk again…and no one seems to care.
Except for you. In the van as they return to headquarters, you sit across from him, watching him as he studies his mangled foot. You murmur something that sounds sympathetic, but he barely hears it over Peacemaker laughing at him.
At headquarters, you look at him and jerk your head in the direction of the back office.
“I can stitch you up, if you want,” you offer.
He starts to shake his head, but the mean blonde woman—Harcourt, her name is—makes an offhand comment about your superior patch-up abilities, so he accepts your help. He limps painfully behind you, follows you into a room that has been converted into a rough sort of exam room and budget clinic.
“Hop up on the table,” you tell him, and even though he doesn’t trust you—or any of your team—he does as you say. It’s clumsy. He hurts in a hundred different places: his half-amputated toe, his electrocuted crotch, all the scrapes and bruises from the fight with Cobra Kai.
“I won’t take off my mask,” he warns you. “I take my secret identity very seriously. If you saw my face, I’d have to kill you.”
“Duly noted,” you reply dryly. “But I only need to see your foot.”
He pulls off his boot and regards his mangled half-pinkie toe sadly. You pull on a pair of latex gloves and turn on a bright lamp, angling it at his bare foot.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” you say as you prod the wound gently. “In fact, you really didn’t lose anything but a couple layers of skin.”
“The blade was as dull as fuck,” he replies.
You wheel your stool over to a cabinet, then pull out some supplies: needle and thread, disinfectant, gauze and tape. Then you wheel back over to him and set to work.
The mean blonde woman was right—you’re quick, efficient. He looks down at your bent head as you stitch him up, and he sees that your needlework is better than his own. He doubts he’ll even have much of a scar once it heals.
But it’s the strange feeling that creeps over him: makes his vision waver, makes him feel a little light-headed. Your hands are deft but also gentle. Adrian can’t remember ever being touched so gently. Maybe when he was really small. Maybe his mom was gentle like that when he was so small that he can’t remember it now. It makes him break out in goosebumps. He shudders at the touch of your warm hand bracing his foot, and you misunderstand the involuntary gesture.
“Almost done,” you murmur, and a moment later you tie off the last stitch and snip the thread. You wrap his toe in gauze, pat his knee softly in a reassuring way. Then you straighten up and ask if there’s any other injuries he needs patched up.
“Goff electrocuted me,” he blurts out. “With a car battery.”
You look at him, level, but the corner of your mouth quirks in a near-smile. “You want me to look at that for you?”
“Oh, no. No. No, I just wanted to mention it. I’m not asking you to look at it.” He’s grateful for the mask; he can feel his face heating up at the idea of taking off his suit in front of you, and the sudden flush confuses him. Irritates him. Something about the thought of being exposed makes his stomach churn in a way he doesn’t understand.
You hum thoughtfully, then turn back to the cabinet of supplies. You rummage around, then pull out a small white tube that you hand him.
“Antibiotic gel for cuts and burns,” you say. “You can put a cool cloth on…well, any burns you may have. If there’s blistering, don’t pop them.”
“Okay.”
“And, you know…if you have any lingering side effects of being electrocuted, you should see a specialist.”
Vigilante reaches down and pulls his boot back on, but already his toe feels better. “What sort of side effects?” he asks.
He looks up at you in time to see that same half-smile. You peel off your gloves, toss them in the trash.
“I can imagine where you were electrocuted,” you reply. “So if those parts don’t typically work the way you’re used to, see a real doctor.”
Adrian Chase is not good at nuance or subtlety. “Huh?”
You blink at him before you say, “if you can’t get or maintain an erection, see a urologist.”
“Oh.” He blinks too, behind his visor. “Okay.”
You turn to leave the room but then glance over your shoulder before you do. “Thanks for your help tonight,” you say. “The mission was a success because of you.”
Neither Vigilante nor Adrian Chase ever get any thanks. He flushes even hotter under his mask, and he grumbles in reply, uncomfortable to be seen, to be recognized for the first time.
To be vulnerable.
The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Embarrassed
The next afternoon, he’s at Peacemaker’s trailer, helping him clean up from when the police tossed the place. They are blasting Guns and Roses, drinking beer…it’s like the old days, almost.
A knock at the door then, and Adrian has only a second to pull on his mask before you stroll in.
“Hey, Chris. Vigilante.” You nod in greeting, then reach into your bag to pull out a thick manila folder. You hand it to Peacemaker.
“Murn wanted me to bring this by. It’s the latest intel we got from Goff’s place.”
You stand there as Chris takes the folder and sinks down onto his couch, already paging through the information. Vigilante stands there too, awkward, so he crosses his arms to keep from fidgeting. There’s a long stretch of silence once the Guns and Roses record ends, and Vigilante struggles with silence.
“I got hard last night,” he tells you. “And this morning too.”
“Dude, what the fuck?” Peacemaker sputters. “She doesn’t want to hear that!”
“She mentioned it last night!”
Peacemaker scoffs, twists his face into an expression of disbelief. “Yeah, I’m sure she mentioned your dick last night. Sure. Okay. Fantasize much?”
“She did!”
“You seriously need to get laid, dude. Stop making shit up.”
“He’s not lying,” you tell Peacemaker with a sheepish shrug. “Though I mentioned it in the context of his injuries and not…some other context.”
“See?” Vigilante says, and Peacemaker rolls his eyes, makes a jacking-off motion with his hand.
You don’t linger. You beat a hasty retreat, waving over your shoulder as you leave the trailer, and Peacemaker gives him more hell—calls him weird, calls him annoying.
“No wonder you’ve never had a real girlfriend, dude,” he says as he turns back to his folder of intel. “You say the creepiest shit the minute a cute girl is around.”
Vigilante doesn’t think about it much more until later. That night, in bed, he lies awake for far longer than he usually does. He replays that moment, tries to understand why he just blurted that out.
He wonders if you would have stayed at the trailer longer if he hadn’t been creepy. His face burns in the darkness of his bedroom, and his stomach twists painfully as he replays the moment over and over. He replays his stupid blurting out about his dick, and he has no idea what it means. He never obsesses over his stupid mouth like this.
If he had feelings like other people, he’d recognize the emotion as embarrassment.
The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Despondent (and Comforted)
Adrian gets himself arrested on purpose. It’s the best way he can help Chris: get arrested, get booked into the same prison as Chris’ racist supervillain father, then kill said racist supervillain father.
Easy enough. It’d set Chris free and make his life so much better. Allow him to move forward and not be bogged down, like Adebayo said.
Adrian fails. He only manages to make things worse—clues Auggie into his plan accidentally, possibly points law enforcement in Chris’ direction. So Adrian doesn’t just fail—he fails miserably.
He’s released that night. He’s surprised at first, but as he changes back into his clothes and collects his personal effects from the guards, he realizes that ARGUS has its sticky fingers in all sorts of things and probably sprung him with just a few keystrokes.
When he leaves the prison, you’re sitting out front in your car. You lower the passenger window and call out to him.
“C’mon,” you say. “Harcourt sent me to take you home.”
He’s too upset to even feel bad about his cover being blown. He climbs into the car.
“I think I made things worse,” he says, and he tries not to cry. He only wanted to help his best friend (even if he’s not Peacemaker’s best friend). Somehow he messed up, and it could ruin everything.
“Okay,” you reply softly. “It’s okay.”
You drive him home. He doesn’t give you his address, but you know it—another screw-up, he thinks, getting tangled up with people who easily cracked his secret identity. You know his name, his face, where he lives. Some instrument of vengeance he is. You probably even recognize him from his job at Fennel Fields.
Outside of his apartment, you park, then turn to face him. In the half-light from the streetlamps, he can just make out your soft smile.
“This entire ops is nothing but mistakes,” you tell him. “And yet, we’re doing okay. We’ll figure out how to handle Auggie Smith. Don’t worry about it.”
He nods, and something about the barest bit of comfort—paired with your smile—makes him turn to face you too.
“I’m Adrian,” he says, even though you know his name.
Your smile broadens and you say your name, even though he knows it. You hold out your hand and after a beat he takes it.
“Good to finally meet you, Adrian,” you reply as you shake hands.
For whatever reason, as low as he feels, he falls asleep that night with a weird lightness in his chest—because he doesn’t dwell on his failure at the prison.
Instead, he falls asleep with the memory of your smile, your kind words. Your warm hand in his.
The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Protective
The attack on Goff’s house yielded some leads, and the team travels three hours away to take out a nest of Butterflies. Everyone is exhausted, filthy, and bruised up.
It’s in the van—you sitting beside Adrian—when you start to nod off. He catches it the first few times, the way your head dips forward, the way you jerk back awake. It’s cute, the way you fight sleep, and then it happens.
You fall asleep and you don’t wake up. Your head drifts towards him, then settles against his shoulder.
Adrian freezes.
He and Peacemaker—they used to go out together, looking for crimes or bitches or both. He’s no virgin. He fucks. He’s no stranger to touch, and he’s certainly no stranger to women. And yet…this feels different. It feels new.
Peacemaker notices. “You got a new girlfriend, dude,” he points out with a laugh.
Harcourt rolls her eyes at the teasing. “Leave her alone. She puts in way more hours than you, asshole.”
“I put in plenty of hours,” he replies, defensive. “It takes a lot of time to maintain this impressive physique. Do you know how long I work on my small muscle groups alone?”
Harcourt rolls her eyes again, then returns her attention to her phone. Peacemaker turns back to where Adrian sits, rigid, as you sleep against him.
“If you get hard, just don’t tell her about it,” he advises the younger man. “You’ll creep her out again.”
It’s strange, the feeling of your head against him. It’s not sexy at all, obviously—in fact, it’s a little uncomfortable. He doesn’t want to move you, doesn’t want to jostle you and wake you up. Harcourt said you’re tired, and you took a hell of a beating as you fought the Butterflies.
Adrian has always approached his work as Vigilante from a perspective of vengeance, not protection, so the feeling is strange: how he wants to let you sleep, how he wants to protect your sleep. How he wants to make you comfortable.
A quiet falls over the team; the swaying of the van lulls everyone into comfortable silence. Adrian breathes in carefully through his nose, then shifts his body. Slowly, carefully. He leans away from you, allows you to lie against him more. He changes the angle enough that he can get his arm out from where it’s trapped between your body and his. He shifts again, gets his arm around you. Gently moves you—changes it from your head awkwardly pressed against his hard molded shoulder pad to your head tucked against his chest.
You wake, a little, as he moves you. You blink up at him sleepily, say his name—Adrian, not Vigilante or Vig or V—and your voice is husky with exhaustion. There’s a questioning lilt to how you say his name, so he shakes his head softly.
“Go ahead and rest,” he says, quiet. “Everything’s fine.”
You nod, then settle back against him. It takes only a moment until he feels your breathing slow down, deepen. He feels your body go heavy and lax against him. Tucked against his chest, his arm holding you against him, he can smell you, feel how warm you are. If he moves his head just a little, he can press his cheek against the top of your head.
Go ahead and rest, he thinks. Everything’s fine. I’ll keep you safe.
Vigilante has always been an instrument of vengeance, but this is the first time he’s felt protective of anyone.
The Time Vigilante Definitely Does Not Feel Fear
The 11th Street Kids have one chance to eradicate the Butterflies forever: if they can kill their only food source, the so-called cow, they will eventually all die off. When they make their final assault on the farm, the team splits up: Adebayo and Economos stay back, while the warriors—Peacemaker, Vigilante, Harcourt, and you—charge into action.
Whether the cow is killed or not, Adrian doesn’t find out until after the battle is over. He fights off the onslaught of Butterflies, but for the first time, his attention isn’t entirely on his own fight.
His attention is on you, now, too.
He manages to keep you in his sightline for the beginning of the fight. He sees you, admires the sight of you when you’re in your berserker mode: furious and deadly, well-fitted black suit, guns flashing as you empty clip after clip into the skulls of the Butterflies.
Then he loses sight of you.
His chest clenches in an unfamiliar tension, and when he finally catches sight of you again, that tight-chest feeling cedes to something else, something worse: an ice-cold shard of fear that lances through him, settles in his gut where it sits like a stone.
When he finally catches sight of you, it’s the exact moment you are shot by a Butterfly.
One shot hits your shoulder, spins you around.
Another shot hits you square in the chest, makes you stagger backwards as the force is absorbed by your vest.
The final shot hits you low in the belly, and Adrian (who has studied your gear closely) knows you have little protection there. The icy fear blooms in him, fills up every bit of him until it feels like it’s in his veins.
He screams your name. He barely even feels the bullet that hits him (“oh, shoot” he mutters, and tosses a knife behind him to kill his own attacker), but then he stumbles and falls, and he loses consciousness.
He wakes a moment later. He has no idea how much time has passed, but he manages to get to his hands and knees, then to his feet. He makes his way to where you fell and he finds you.
It’s bad. It’s so bad that the icy fear turns acidic in his veins, makes him burn with fear. With terror. You gaze up at him but you don’t seem to see him, and each breath makes a fresh pulse of blood trickle from your mouth.
Adrian has never been very good at social situations. He never knows the right thing to say and if he does, he doesn’t know the right time to say it. He wishes these things came more easily to him; if it were Chris here right now instead of him, Chris would know the right thing to say. He’d know how to keep you awake, how to give you comfort.
All Adrian can offer is what you told him the night he got out of prison, when you drove him home. Now, as you lie under the night sky, dying in front of him, as he presses one hand against the worst wound to try and staunch the bleeding, he repeats your words back to him.
“It’s okay,” he says, and he says it over and over and hopes you believe it. “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
The Time Vigilante Definitely Feels Love
You have no memory of the fight at the farm. The last thing you remember is the drive there, but everything after is a blank. Adebayo stops by when you finally wake up and fills you in on the salient details.
She tells you how Vigilante—who was also shot, who had been blown up earlier in the day—carried you to safety. How he kept you from bleeding out, how he held your very life in his hands and kept you from dying. How hospital security had to separate him from you, once you were laid out on the gurney and being wheeled into surgery.
How he still tried to fight to stay by your side, and how he only failed because of his own injuries and blood loss.
“That man is stupid crazy about you,” Adebayo chuckles with a shake of her head. “I don’t even think he’s really a psychopath.”
You chuckle with her, wince when the action pulls at the thousand stitches and staples that are keeping you held together. “He’s not bad, right?”
“We’re literally the Island of Misfit toys,” she replies. “But yeah, he’s alright.”
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Adrian is hospitalized too, and once he’s healed up to a point, he starts sneaking into your room to visit. It’s not really sneaking—every time he undoes his IV and heart monitor, it sends the nurses into a panic—but after Adebayo’s press conference revealing the existence of Task Force X, the hospital staff is pretty tolerant of his harmless shenanigans.
He helped ward off an alien invasion, after all. You both did.
You have to agree with Adebayo. You’ve never quite believed that Adrian is a psychopath or a sociopath or whatever. You certainly never believed him when he said he didn’t have feelings or emotions. The guy is nothing but a walking ball of emotions: obvious love for his friends, a yearning to belong, a sweet desire to be liked and included. Sure, he kills without compunction, but he seems to love in equal measure, even if he doesn’t believe he does.
When he visits you, he doesn’t talk about feelings. He chatters endlessly about his and Peacemaker’s exploits—criminals they’ve busted, ways they’ve destroyed old appliances in the woods behind Peacemaker’s trailer. He talks about how it was when Peacemaker was in prison, how he kept calling and leaving voicemails to make it seem like everything was normal. He talks about his job at Fennel Fields, all the terrible customer service stories he has.
He discharges himself against the advice of the doctors (he’s healed enough, he tells you), and you think he’ll stop visiting, but he doesn’t. He visits every day still, and when you start physical therapy to build up the muscle tone and endurance you’ve lost, he sits in a nearby chair, watching you. Cheering you on.
Adebayo wasn’t wrong. You know Adrian has feelings for you. You’re more socially adept than him, and you’ve had relationships before. You’ve had crushes and been the object of them. You guessed his infatuation early on, and you can guess that it’s only grown for him since then.
It probably confuses him, you guess. You know what love feels like. What a crush feels like. All that feeling, in so many places: the fluttery stomach, the pounding heart, the thoughts that just circle ���round and ‘round about a single person.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have similar feelings for him. He’s easy on the eyes, sure—but he’s earnest and sweet, a brutal killer with a heart of gold.
You can also guess that Adrian might never make a move. This has to be unfamiliar territory for him. You know he’s no virgin (he’s chattered endlessly about his and Peacemaker’s exhaustive threesomes too), but he seems to have no relationship experience.
But your entire short working relationship with him has been give and take. You stitched him up, comforted him when he was feeling low after his failed attempt to kill Auggie Smith. He let you rest against him, held you gently as you slept after a mission. He saved your life, kept you from bleeding out.
Give and take. The best kind of relationship, in your opinion.
“Hey, Adrian,” you say one afternoon after PT. You’re exhausted and sore, but you’re quickly approaching your own discharge. You are healing up nicely. You have things to look forward to.
“What’s up?” he asks, and he bounces over to your bedside like a Golden Retriever puppy, eager.
“Doctor says I’m good to go in a few days.”
“That’s great!” His face breaks open in a wide grin that transforms him from nerdy-handsome to downright gorgeous. “That’s good news!”
You swallow, push down the nerves that flare up. “I thought maybe we could celebrate.”
“Yeah!” He grins at you. “I can call Chris—”
“I thought maybe just me and you,” you cut in, clarifying. “Just this time. Maybe we include Chris some other time.”
“Oh.” The smile falls from his face, and he looks at you. His brows are knit in confusion.
No sense in backtracking now. “Like a date. Would you like to go on a date with me?”
“Oh.” A beat. “With me? Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
What you’re asking him finally sinks in—a beat longer than it might with someone else, but that’s just part of Adrian’s charm. The smile returns to his face, brighter and wider than before.
“Yeah,” he replies. “Hell yeah, dude. I’d love that.”
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𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝐿𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐸ℛ! ⨾ this is a response to the ask: ‘how’d you think alucard would be when he’s overstimulated!’ ~ i am so glad you asked, nonnie >.< i’ve been meaning to write a bit of smut for adrian, and this ask was the perfect opportunity to do so! please enjoy, and thank you for reading! ❤︎
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ 800+ words of . . . adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, porn with a no plot whatsoever, canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century (1400s), established relationship, size difference, nipple play, unprotected sex, cowgirl (i wanna ride i wanna ride!) dacryphilia, use of pet names (e.g, love, dear), explicit language, lowercase intended, not proofread oopsie, minors shoo!
you’ve always known your husband to be picturesque. what you never imagined, though, is that pushing him to the very edge could get him any prettier.
oh, but it does. you’ll surely make note that a good swivel of your hips grinding down on his cock is just what undoes him and turns him into this; a tousled display of blush-dusted cheeks, mouth agape and puffy from your kisses, shiny fangs bearing whenever he parts his lips to moan, and long lashes glistening with unshed tears . . . its a scene of its very own, straight out of the pages of wallachia’s filthiest erotica novel.
adrian usually withholds from making noise whenever you have sex, but when the sensations become overbearing, he starts to grow loud. he's pleading your name in broken whimpers, unsure of whether he should tell you to stop or beg for even more. he can hardly handle it, and his eyes scrolling to the back of his head confirms such. but god, he can't help but wane for you. and so he basks in the very feeling of you, and wouldn't want it any other way.
though he's terribly close to losing his senses, adrian's careful enough to not allow his claws extend when gripping fervently at the warm flesh of your full hips. you're riding him to no end, bouncing upon the length of him, and he bets that you feel the underside of his swollen cock throbbing as wildly as a heartbeat. he finds that he loves it— how you use him to chase your own pleasure.
you're sensitive too, he notices. the sound of your breathing's picked up, and all your noises are pitchier. you claw at the broad expanse of adrian's shoulders and leave a slew of subtle reddened lines, his skin cool to the touch. you're then lifting yourself up with a trembling sigh before slamming back down on his twitching dick, asscheeks rippling from the collision of your skin against his. he bites his lip over the way your boobs jiggle and sway upon impact. there’s far too much to absorb, yet he can't get enough.
his restlessness manifests into desperate rutting, thighs flexing and trembling when he does so. adrian makes a sloppy attempt to fuck up into you, and an especially deep thrust has you clenching and fluttering around him. when adrian cries out, you mewl along with him.
spent, you lower yourself to lie upon his frame, breasts pressing up against his firm chest as you rest your face within the crook of his neck. his body is toned, imposing, and ghostly-fair, a beautiful contrast to your warm complexion and soft curves. he's got his hands melded into the slope of your dipping waist, and the flesh is hot and reddened there, as you are everywhere else.
your lips, plush and pink, wrap around his nipple, and he whines ever so sweetly. you're a bit lazier with it now; languidly rolling your hips against his own, striving to take him deeper into your sopping pussy. your arousal wettens his slim torso. with the remaining of energy he has left, adrian brings his large hands to grab at your ass, and gingerly bounces you down on his cock.
with strength, he lifts you by the flat surface of his palms and brings you crashing back down onto him, lewd claps with a wet tinge resounding throughout his grand bed-chamber, room now humid with lust. you lift your face to find his lips, and give him the messiest kiss of the night. he'a panting into your pliant mouth, and you lick along his own as he aimlessly tries to suck on your tongue.
at long last, crystal-like tears begin to slip their way down the apples of his milk-pale cheeks, and his groans are ceaseless. perhaps you've finally broken him. you peer up towards your angel of a man, eyes bright and alluring as you coo:
"adrian . . . is it too much, dear?"
to that, he whines. “n-no, it’s— i can handle it,” his head shakes fervently, golden-threaded tresses swaying with it. his impeccable hair is in disarray from all the fucking, and a lengthy strand falls into his face.
gently, you tuck it behind adrian's blush-tipped ear, admiring his countenance; a straight, defined nose with blush dusted across the bridge of it, faint blonde brows drawn together, and sheen lips tinted the tiniest bit of red from your biting and sucking.
“you’re certain?” you ask of him, but he only reaffirms with another breathless kiss, his eyes screwed shut as he melts into the warmth of your mouth, hooked on the sweetness of your lips. once you part, his sun-yellow eyes stare back at you, gaze lust-blown and full of affection. he’s nothing short of flawless.
"fuck— don't you stop," is his plea, voice taking on a low rasp, "just continue, love . . . keep on using me."
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adrian chase/vigilante headcanons
forgot how much of a bbg he is ugh
black plus-size gnc reader
includes sfw and nsfw situations
listens to music inside his helmet
loves to collect those aprons with bodies printed on the front—any type of body at that
neurodivergent !
rambles a whole lot about random shit and redirects the conversation at least ten times before getting back to the main topic
he’s so sassy like you really can’t be going back and forth with him and expect to have the last word
sandals w no socks + flexes his toes a lot (stimming)
so papa-coded
mask on/off sfw = heavy eye contact
if he’s flustered with his mask on/off he’s gonna look everywhere but at you and will be sneaking glances
^actually it depends. he can be very heavy eye contact being flustered tew hmmm.
he’s so feral and unhinged
likes to bite you
is a jokester mostly but can turn it off in an instant once you give him a certain look
giggles a lot
touch starved lord. when’s the last time he got a hug
^gives long tight hugs + buries his face in your neck
likes to touch but the first time y’all went out his hands only hovered near your body, his demeanor hesitant
very clingy—both as a companion and as a lil boo ting
likes pda when it’s initiated by you
a brat. kinda hard to tame lmaooo he’s a good tease.
^starts off talkative then turns into a mess of whimpers and incoherent words.
begs easily. like you really don’t gotta do much intimidation once his brat battery runs out
sleeps with his mouth open
actually purrs when y’all cuddle
good big spoon and little spoon
checks on you a lot when y’all decide to sleep separately
is a really good cook—watches the cooks at the diner he works at a lot
loves to feed you + watch you eat
easily flustered by ordinary things you do
definitely gets turned on by your bouts of aggression and moments when you take control (outside of intimate settings)
so when y’all are on missions, his adrenaline gets paired with arousal
and after he’s v unhinged have mercy
gives off stalker
that's bc he is! and he doesn't deny it when caught
ending it here but more parts are to come :3
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