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It's His Birthday
It's His Birthday
Rating: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 5.7k
Pairing: Adrian Chase x F!Reader
Summary: The 11th Street kids take Adrian out to celebrate for his birthday and try to set him up with the cute bartender.
Content: Alcohol Use, Flirting, Fluff, Smut (Slight Dub-con/Drunk Sex, Sex with Strangers, Facesitting, 69 Position, PIV, Safe Sex)
[Read on AO3]
A/N: This is a silly little smutty one-shot to celebrate Adrian's birthday (or belated cuz this is technically late whoops). I've written mostly mask-stays-on Vig so far, so I thought it would be fun to try and write a cute birthday boy Adrian piece with a civilian!reader. Best boy deserves some fluff and spice!
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Another evening, another evening shift. You sighed as you wiped down the countertop in the dive bar you were currently working in.
Three months ago you threw a dart at a map (okay, a GPS pin drop on your phone but whatever). You ended up dragging your tired and burnt-out self far away from your shitty hometown to Evergreen, Washington for a fresh start. Unfortunately, so far Evergreen was just as shitty as your hometown, albeit with a different landscape view.
You got the first job that accepted your application and now worked at a mediocre at best local bar downtown. It paid enough to live and your new apartment was nearby. You weren't sure how you felt about Evergreen yet but at least it was different.
"Hey, can we open up a tab?"
You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a customer and looked up at the impossibly large man in front of you. He looked like a marine and you wondered if there was a military base nearby. You shot him your best customer-service smile.
"Sure, I just need some ID and your card."
The man pulled out his wallet and handed over his license and credit card with the name Christopher Smith. You jotted down his info and handed it back.
"There you go, Chris. What can I get for you?"
"Five beers for the table." He gestured behind him at a booth across the room with four other people sitting down.
"And hey, can you make something special for my buddy?" He pointed out a brunette man with silver-rimmed glasses. "It's his birthday."
You nodded, this happened all the time with people out to celebrate.
"Sure. Does he like pineapple?"
Chris gave you a blank look. "I have no idea."
You filled a tall glass with ice, then poured in vodka, blue curaçao and pineapple juice. Grabbing a slice of pineapple chunk from the garnish bar, you hung it just right on the side of the glass then spun around, tossed a straw in and presented the bright-coloured drink.
"There you go! I hope he likes it."
Chris squinted at the teal cocktail and snorted before picking up the tray.
"He's gonna love it, thanks."
You watched carefully as the large man carried the tray over to the booth and dished out the drinks. He slid the cocktail in front of the cute guy with glasses and then pointed at you. The brunette glanced over at you, then took a sip and looked back up. He gave you a giant dopey grin and a double thumbs up. You returned his smile with a real one, genuinely thrilled he seemed to enjoy your choice.
You watched the group for a little while, there wasn't much else going on in the bar. A few regulars playing pool, what looked like a terrible date in the back corner and the full booth you were staring at were the only patrons tonight.
The group you were watching was new here, at least you didn't recognize them from the few months you'd been working the evening shift. You wondered how they knew each other, daydreaming about customers was a way to pass the time on slow nights like this. You watched them laugh and drink until another customer called your attention and you were forced to spend some time actually doing your job.
When you made your way back across the bar, Chris was leaning on the bar. You put down the empty glass in your hands and addressed him.
"Another round of beers for you guys?"
He nodded at you. "Yeah, thanks." He waited impatiently for you to open them and place them on the tray. "Also I should tell you my friend-" he jerked his head back at the guy with glasses sitting at the booth behind him. "-thinks you're really cute."
You raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh really?"
Chris nodded.
"Well if that's true, he can come tell me himself." You slid the tray towards him and then spun off to the other end of the bar where a patron was flagging you down.
You watched out of the corner of your eye as Chris went back to the booth and handed out the beers before whispering to the cute guy in glasses. The brunette flushed and started arguing with the larger man.
You quickly glanced away when they both turned to look at you and you focused intently on pulling the pint another patron had just ordered instead. Sliding the now-full glass across the bar to the customer, you wiped your hands with a cloth and walked back over to the register to ring it up.
"Hi."
You looked up and the dark-haired guy in glasses was standing right in front of you.
"Hi."
He gave you a little wave and an awkward, crooked smile. "I'm Adrian."
You couldn't help but giggle a bit at how nervous he seemed.
"Hi, Adrian. How'd you like your drink, birthday boy?"
A light blush formed on his cheeks as you grinned at him. He really was cute, especially when he was being so shy.
"Um, it was really good. Could I get another like that?"
You nodded and turned around to grab the ingredients. When you turned back around, Adrian was leaning on the bar watching you intently. You mixed the drink and handed it over to him. He took a big sip from the drink, smiled and fidgeted with the straw while he stared at you for a moment.
"Is that all? Or is there something else you want to say?" You gave him a small wink and a cheeky smile.
The blush returned to his cheeks, a deeper red than before. He coughed awkwardly and fidgeted more, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.
"I…um."
He couldn't make eye contact as he blurted it out as fast as possible. "I think you're really pretty."
You leaned on the bar, propping yourself up on your elbows as you tilted your face closer to him.
"What a coincidence, I think you're really pretty too."
You were doing your best impression of a Cheshire cat, grinning madly at how flustered he was. He was still staring at you with wide eyes and it looked like he was about to say something but the magic of the moment was unfortunately shattered by Chris and one of his friends suddenly approaching the bar.
"Can I get a round of shots? Whiskey."
You nodded and walked back to the bar to pour the shots for him. Adrian looked a little miffed at his friends and you bit back another smile, hoping he would talk to you again later.
You quickly finished pouring the drinks and handed over the five shots on a tray and Chris grabbed it from you.
"Thanks, sweet-cheeks."
The woman next to Chris immediately scolded him. "We've been over this. That is not an okay thing to say!"
He turned towards you with a defensive look. "Can you settle this for us? It's totally about having a nice smile!"
"No, no. She's definitely right," You nodded at the woman in agreement. "That phrase is definitely about saying someone has a nice butt."
"I mean, either way, he's not wrong." Adrian gulped and ducked down to stare into his drink as all three of you whipped around to look at him.
"What was that, buddy?" Chris was looking at him in astonishment.
"Nothing." Adrian shook his head and all but ran back to their booth holding his cocktail, avoiding everyone's eye.
"Sorry about him." The woman apologised to you.
"I don't mind." You shrugged at her. "I think he's sweet."
Chris was giving you an incredulous look. "Him?"
"Yeah, him."
You were given a quick look of resignation by both of them before he walked back to the booth with their drinks.
You tried to keep an eye on the group, especially the adorable one, but a few more regulars came in and you were swept away to serve them. The evening progressed in a flash with back-to-back orders from the new tables. You were finally back at the register when a voice sounded out.
"Hey!"
You looked up and there he was again, the cutie in glasses. You couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, Adrian! What can I get for you?"
He gave you a goofy smile when he heard you say his name. "Another round of shots please?"
"Sure thing!" You made a big show of pouring the shots from high up without splashing and Adrian gave you an appropriately awed look at your bartending skills.
"So hey, maybe we could-" He was cut off by Chris interrupting again, he had stomped over to grab the tray of shots from the counter.
"I said I got it!" Adrian protested.
"You were taking too long." Chris snapped at his friend.
"I was trying to ask her to join us."
"She can't drink with us, dumbass. She's working."
Adrian turned towards you. "Is that true?"
You shrugged apologetically. "Yeah, he's right. It's policy."
His face fell. "Aw, man. That sucks."
As if on cue, your manager walked out from the back and came over to you.
"Hey if you wanna take off in fifteen or so, that's fine. It's a little slow tonight, I can handle close by myself."
You nodded, any excuse to take off early was a good one. Especially such a conveniently timed one.
Adrian perked up at the news. "Wait, you're almost done with your shift?"
"Yeah, I guess I get off early tonight. Lucky me!"
"Does that mean you can drink with me?"
"What about your friends?" You gestured towards the booth where the rest of his group was gathering their things.
"They want to leave soon, but I'll stay if I can buy you a drink." He looked at you with big pleading eyes and you noted how bright and green they were.
You thought about it for a moment. You usually never drank with customers but… maybe a one-time exception wouldn't be too bad? Spending the rest of the evening drinking with a nice stranger who thought you were pretty could be worse.
"Sure, why not?" You smiled at him and winked. "It is your birthday after all."
You finished cleaning up and clocked out. Adrian was waiting for you as you walked out from the back without your apron. His friends were in the process of closing out the tab with your manager and the booth they had been in was mostly empty, save for two shots waiting for you.
You slid onto the cushioned seat and watched as Adrian said goodbye to the others. Chris clapped him on the shoulder and said something low in his ear that made Adrian whip his head up and look at you with an expression you couldn't quite read.
Your attention was pulled away from the interaction as your manager walked over and placed several candy colour shots and two bright teal cocktails down in front of you.
"Uh, thanks?"
The older woman rolled her eyes. "They're from the big guy that's just leaving. Said something about celebrating properly with something sweet?" She gave you a pointed look and walked off as Adrian came back over.
"What are these?"
You shrugged. "Apparently I have some catching up to do."
The next hour or two passed in a blur after you'd downed the shots and were working on the cocktails in order to catch up with Adrian, who had been drinking all night. The conversation got loud, with the two of you ending up arguing passionately about Star Wars, much to the annoyance of the few other patrons nearby. By the time the bar closed, you had definitely caught up and Adrian had sobered up a bit, leaving the both of you still rather tipsy. Your manager shuffled the two of you to the curb and warned you to get home safely.
"Did you have a good night?"
He grinned at you. "I had a great night."
You grinned back, warm and fuzzy from the alcohol.
"So… I'm just headed that way." You pointed in the general direction of your apartment.
He nodded at you but didn't make any movements. You're not exactly sure that you wanted a strange guy to follow you home but you were still slightly disappointed at his lack of response.
You headed down the street you had pointed towards and got about a block away before you realized Adrian was hot on your heels.
"Do you…also live this way?"
He shook his head. "Not at all, but there's no way I'm letting you walk home alone while drunk."
"What? Why not?"
He frowned at you. "You need someone to protect you, it's kind of dangerous for women out here."
"Oh, so I can't protect myself? Just because I'm a girl?" You stopped in your tracks and put your hands on your hips in annoyance, wobbling a little on the sidewalk. Your indignance at his insinuation briefly overshadowed the fact that you kind of wanted him to come home with you.
"Yes? I mean, no! …Kind of? Wait, is that sexist? Fuck." He was scrambling to explain himself and failing miserably.
"You're just as drunk as me, what help are you gonna be?" You poked him in the chest to emphasise your point.
"Okay maybe, but I can still ki-" He cut himself off suddenly and shook his head. "Look, there's safety in numbers! I'm walking with you, end of story." He grabbed your hand that was still poking at him and tugged you further along the path behind him.
"Fine, but you don't even know where you're going!"
"Oh. Right." He sighed, stopped and dropped your hand, looking back at you. "Which way?"
You rolled your eyes but grabbed his hand again and directed him towards a side street in the opposite direction he had been headed.
"Just down here. It's not far so you don't have to waste too much of your time."
"It's not a waste if I'm spending it with you." He muttered, looking everywhere but directly at you.
It was your turn to blush, taken aback by his unexpectedly sweet words. You kept a firm grip on his hand as you approached your apartment building.
You were just nearing the building door when you tripped on an uneven chunk of sidewalk and suddenly you were headed straight for the ground.
You braced yourself for an impact that… never came. Instead, a pair of strong arms shot out, wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards. Rather than hitting the cold cement, you were now pressed against a very warm and solid chest. You had no idea how but Adrian had managed to save you from a brutal face plant.
You spun around to face him in shock. He loosened his grip to allow you to move but didn't let you out of his arms as he stared down at you with concern etched onto his face.
"Holy shit, are you okay?"
"You caught me." You stared up at him as he held you tight. Have his eyes been this green all night?
"Yeah, of course I did." His nonchalant tone made you giggle again. Of course , he did. You were still staring up at him and he was getting more concerned.
"Are you sure you're okay? You're breathing really heavy."
"Just…don't move." Your voice was low and soft, you were entirely distracted by how shiny his lips looked in the streetlight.
You found yourself leaning in close without even meaning to, swayed by the warmth in your veins flooding from his hands around you. Your hand slipped behind his neck as you rose on your tiptoes, slowly invading his space and getting unbearably close to his face.
You could feel his breath on your face, tinged with the pineapple cocktails he'd been drinking all night. The sweet scent wasn't helping your impulse control and you were so close to those soft, pink lips…
Your eyes flicked up to his, finding those bright green spots behind his silver frames. He caught your gaze and you saw something flash across his eyes. His grip on your arms tightened as his breathing stuttered and he finally closed the gap between you.
He tasted like pineapple with a faint hint of whiskey, a combination you thoroughly enjoyed. A warmth spread through your lips and into your very bones as he pressed into you until you both broke away panting for air.
"Hey, Adrian?" You murmured, still trying to catch your breath from the kiss.
"Yeah?"
"Would…you like to come upstairs?"
He paused for a moment, glancing over at the apartment complex door then down at you, still being held tight in his arms.
"Do you want me to come upstairs?"
You giggled again. You couldn't help it, he was so silly. "Yes, that's why I'm asking."
He swallowed hard and you watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. With your lowered inhibitions and rising temperature, you gave in to temptation and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his throat. He inhaled sharply, instinctively tugging you closer to him.
"Okay, yeah. Upstairs. We should do that." His breath was shaky as his hands slid down your back to rest on your waist. The warmth from his touch spread through your body and you smiled up at him.
You stepped into the lobby, made your way to the elevators and waited for the doors to open. You hit the number for your floor as Adrian stepped in behind you. When the doors closed, he spun towards you and reached up a hand to gently cup your jaw, before pulling you in for another kiss. You sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him in closer. You let out a small moan as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly getting lost in the kiss and forgetting where you were.
He braced his free hand on the wall beside you and pushed you slowly against it, pressing his entire body into you. You relished in the warmth and didn't want to let him go. He slid his hand from your jaw down to your neck and was reaching under the strap of your top when the elevator doors loudly dinged open.
You squeaked, suddenly very aware of the compromising position you were in. You quickly disentangled yourself from Adrian and tugged on his hand, pulling him into the hall as you both exited the elevator.
"Come on!"
You dragged him by the arm down the hall and around the corner to your apartment door. Fishing out your keys becomes an arduous task as Adrian comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you back into again.
The keys slipped from your grasp and hit the floor, but you barely even noticed through the haze of Adrian's lips on your neck.
"I didn't want to stop, is this okay?" He whispers in your ear.
You were left breathless as his hand slid further up your hip, under the hem of your shirt. His warm palm ran across your bare stomach and every muscle in your abdomen tensed at the sensation.
"Oh god, yes."
He pressed more kisses along your neck as he ran his fingers along your skin, gently stroking along the waistband of your pants.
"We should-" You can barely get the words out as your body slowly melted under his hands and mouth. "-go inside." You managed to finish your sentence and he pulled away from you. You nearly whined at the loss of his touch but he swiftly grabbed your keys off the ground and turned them into the lock for you.
You had barely let him through the threshold of your apartment before slamming the door and pushing him against it, pulling him down for another kiss.
You made your way through the apartment, not bothering to stop the make-out session to give him a tour. You practically shoved him into your bedroom and pushed him down to sit on the edge of your mattress.
You quickly stripped off your work pants and top, standing in front of him in nothing but a plain black bra and panty set. You had a small smirk on your face as he stared up at you with wide eyes, his gaze running all along your body.
"Your turn."
"Oh, right." He snapped out of his daze and quickly pulled his sweater over his head along with his shirt.
"Oh my god." You didn't mean to say that out loud but how could you not? He was deceptively well-built under his clothes.
You marvelled at the bulk of his chest, shoulders and arms. His impressive muscle definition had been entirely hidden by his cardigan and plain T-shirt, you never would have guessed he was this fit. Your gaze trailed along his well-defined abs and down to the sparse pattern of hair leading past his waistband. You bit your lip at how gorgeous he looked, so strong and solid.
"Do you work out a lot or something?"
He laughed at your stunned comment.
"Something like that, yeah."
You watched him slip open his belt buckle and tug off his jeans, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark boxers. Before you could stare for even longer, he tugged you onto his lap and pulled you in for another kiss. You moved to straddle him and kissed him back feverishly.
His tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let him in. His hands swept over your thighs and up your spine as his tongue explored your mouth. Fiddling with the clasp behind you, he finally managed to undo your bra. You broke the kiss to lean back, tug the straps off your shoulders and fling it somewhere distant in your room.
He took the opportunity to run his hands up your ribs and along the underside of your now-exposed breasts, cupping them gently and making you gasp. You couldn't hold back the whimpers that flew out of your mouth as he brushed his thumbs against your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks.
He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, clicking his tongue against the hard nub. You grabbed the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the dark curls at his nape as you pressed him further into your chest, desperate to keep his mouth on you. His lips travelled across your chest, nipping and sucking at every inch of flesh he found.
Once you'd caught your breath, you gently cupped his jaw with a hand and pulled him up to look into his sparkling eyes.
"So…is there anything you want to do? It is your birthday, you know." You couldn't resist giving him a teasing smile.
The tips of his ears turned pink and he stared up at you with wide eyes.
"Really? Anything?"
You smiled wider at his awestruck expression. "Got something special in mind, birthday boy?"
"Maybe? Could you…um…" The blush slowly crept down his ears and across his cheeks as he stammered.
You gently rolled your hips against him and the tips of his fingers flexed against your soft thighs as he let out a small groan at the movement.
"Just relax. Go ahead and ask me."
He took a deep breath and looked up at you with a serious expression.
"Can you sit on my face? …please."
A jolt surged through you at the request. You took in his eager expression, the pupils in his green eyes blown out with desire. He nervously licked his bottom lip and drew your eyes downwards to his soft, pink mouth.
"That's what you want?"
He nodded vigorously, glasses slipping down his nose at the rapid movement. You laughed a little at his enthusiasm before leaning forward and gently removing his glasses. You folded them and stood up to place them on your nightstand before turning back to him.
"I'm in. How do you want me?"
His tongue flicked out across his bottom lip again, but much more deliberately this time. He sat back on your bed and lay down with his head on the pillows.
"Come here and grab onto the headboard."
A shiver raced down your spine as you looked down at this gorgeous man spread out before you, all yours for the night. You shimmied out of your black undies and knelt on the mattress, climbing up beside him. He slid a hand under your knee and helped you lift it up and over, holding you to hover above him with your legs bracketing his face.
His hands wrapped around your thighs, firmly holding you in place right over his mouth. The first few licks were tentative and light against your dripping core, his tongue cautiously exploring you. He let out a soft moan as your taste hit his taste buds and gripped your thighs harder.
"You taste fantastic." He mumbled into your inner thigh before running his tongue back over your folds.
As his mouth worked over you, you began to gently rock your hips against him, increasing the friction in the most delicious way. Picking up on your cues, he started to increase his pace, lapping at you with more pressure.
You let out a loud gasp when his tongue flicked over your clit, a noise which quickly turned into a low moan as he did it again. And again.
"Right there, oh god ."
You wound your fingers through his dark curls and held him in place, right over the bundle of nerves currently sending shockwaves through your entire body.
You rode the waves along with his face, cresting every time he hit that one sweet spot. You looked down at him, those gorgeous green eyes were glassy with lust as you coat his face with your own desire. God, you needed more of him.
"Hey, hey." You gently tugged on his hair and sat up a bit, moving off his face. "If you let me turn around, I can touch you."
He glanced up at you, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, this is incredibly fun but I'd love to taste you too."
"Fuck, okay." He didn't need much convincing. He braced your thighs and allowed you to swing one leg over, spin around and throw it back, bringing you to face the opposite direction. You settled yourself back over his face before turning your attention in front of you.
You could see how his cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be released. You slowly slipped his boxers down and his hard cock snapped against his stomach, thick with tension. He was long and thick, a drop of precum already leaking from the swollen tip. Yeah, this was a good idea. A really good idea.
You wrapped a hand around the base and began to stroke him up and down with gentle pressure. His hips arched up into your grip and a moan vibrated from low in his throat, rippling through your soaked pussy still pressed right against his face.
You found a solid rhythm between rocking against his face and pumping his cock, getting used to his size. When you were confident enough, you leaned down and swirled your tongue around the head.
The salty taste hit the back of your throat as you slowly slid him further and further into your eager mouth. It took some work and concentration but you managed to work all of him down into your throat without gagging. The choked moans he released when your lips hit the base of his cock were well worth the strain.
Any prior concern you had about this position was quickly worn away as you picked up speed, grinding harder against him. Your thighs started to shake and he tightened his grip on you, holding you steady as you started to come undone above him.
You were still bobbing up and down on his cock, your moans being stifled with him deep in your throat. His fingers were pressing bruises into your skin with their grip and he couldn't stop his hips from jerking up, forcing himself deeper into your mouth, chasing his own release.
You were desperately trying to breathe through your nose and not choke as he fucked up into your throat, teetering on the edge of orgasm as he ran the tip of his tongue over your clit again and again.
You braced your hands on his thighs as the rubber band finally snapped, your pussy drenching his face as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You somehow managed to keep your throat open as he thrust up a few more times before spilling down your throat in return. You dutifully swallowed and slowly pulled back, releasing his softening cock.
You rolled your hips off his face and flopped onto the mattress, grateful for the change in position. Your thighs were going to burn tomorrow but god, that was worth it. You rested for a moment, waiting for the last waves of bliss to fade before moving again.
You crawled to the other side of the bed and lay next to him for a little while, lazily enjoying playing with his dark brown curls and counting his freckles as you both recovered from your climaxes.
His hands were idly dragging across your skin, tracing unknown patterns along your thighs and stomach.
"Hey."
You turned to face him and let out a small giggle at the dopey expression on his face.
"Hey."
" …Do you have any condoms?" He wouldn't look you in the eye as he asked.
"Round two already? I'm impressed."
He flushed immediately, turning pink and twitching his fingertips against your hip. Your cheeks were starting to hurt with how much this man made you grin like a maniac. It was so much fun to tease him, to make him blush. He was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.
"Uh, yes? Only if you want to." He quickly reassured you.
You smiled and hopped off the bed to rummage around on your nightstand. Oh, you definitely wanted to. You tossed a foil wrapper at him and climbed back on the mattress. You watched carefully as he sat up on his knees and pumped his rapidly hardening cock in his fist a few times before rolling on the condom.
He rolled over on top of you and nudged your thighs apart to make room. You held your breath with anticipation as he ran his fingers across you, smiling when he found you already wet. He gripped his cock at the base and ever so slowly slid the head against your core. He easily slipped through your folds, gathering the wetness along his cock in preparation.
"Ready?" He looked down at you, waiting for permission.
You cupped his face in your hands, drew him close and looked into his impossibly green eyes.
"Yes."
He leaned down to capture your lips as he lined up his aching cock with your entrance. He pushed inside you, slowly sinking in inch by inch. You felt the burn of the stretch for a moment as he finally bottomed out, and he paused for a second to let you adjust. The sensation quickly melted into bliss and you felt impossibly full with him buried completely inside you.
You rolled your hips against him, urging him to start moving. He placed his lips on your neck as he slowly began to thrust into you. You gripped his shoulders and arched against him as his teeth scraped along your neck and down your collarbone while he found a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of your soaking pussy. He bit down gently on your shoulder and snapped his hips, forcing a loud moan from you.
Sitting back on his heels, he slid his hands under your knees and pushed them down into the mattress, forcing his cock even deeper. The new angle allowed his sharp thrusts to hit that sweet spot right in your core, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through you.
You couldn't stop from crying out as the pleasure wound up, pulling tight in your lower abdomen. He groaned, the loud sound torn out of him in response to feeling you fluttering around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tight.
"I want to feel you cum," he practically growled in your ear. "Be a good girl and cum on my cock."
"Oh, fuck."
The unexpected dominance in his voice sent liquid fire through your veins and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. His control was slowly slipping and his pace quickened, slamming his hips into yours and sending both of you hurtling towards the edge. You grabbed at his shoulders, your nails digging into him with each stroke.
A few more thrusts, perfectly angled to hammer into just the right spot making you whimper uncontrollably right in his ear, and both of you tumbled off the cliff together. The warmth you'd been feeling all evening spread to every atom of your body as you floated through your orgasm, leaving Adrian gasping for breath as you contracted tightly around him, your cunt desperately milking every drop out of him.
Once he'd caught his breath, he carefully pulled out and snapped the used condom off, tossing it in the small waste basket next to your bed. He climbed back into your bed and collapsed next to you, careful not to crush you with his body weight. He reached out an arm and snagged it around you, pulling you close. You cuddled into his side, fully content and boneless in his arms.
"Hey, Adrian?" You mumbled into his shoulder.
"Hmm?"
You leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before snuggling back into him and closing your eyes.
"Happy Birthday."
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A/N: You cannot tell me this boy is not shy af and so goofy around pretty girls without the mask on 😂 Civilian Adrian trying to be normal is the sweetest, this was so much fun. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know what you think ~
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▸ Adrian has to share a room with her, and he’s not sure how he feels about that.
♪large iced americano by @plzu
▸ Adrian needs a pick-me-up before he can scout the night as Vigilante. The barista in the new coffee shop is someone he hasn't seen since high school.
♪@seancekitsch
▸ hot to go
🧜♂️ Rick knows he shouldn't shit where he eats. Rick knows Waller would demote him in a second if she knew he was letting you and your de facto guard dog have special privileges on this mission. Rick knows he shouldn't take you up on your offer to play a game. (rick x reader x adrian)
▸ can i ask you a question?
🧜♂️ sex pollen
♪ @lysenfeu
▸ it’s his birthday
🧜♂️ The 11th Street kids take Adrian out to celebrate for his birthday and try to set him up with the cute bartender.
▸ helluva drug
🧜♂️ 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.
♪slumber party by @bippot
▸ Had Vigilante intended to find the missing Mayor's daughter? No, but he wasn't going to admit that. He'd completed the 11th Street Kids' mission entirely by himself and found himself caring for the kidnapped girl.
▸their whole masterlist
♪vigilante hotline by @vigilvntes
▸ You text in to Vigilante's 'Vigilante Hotline' after a bad encounter at the club.
♪flavour of the week by @whirlybirbs
▸ you patch adrian up. feelings come to a head. adebayo just hopes you two don’t fuck on her desk, y’know?
♪never been kissed by @training4theapocalypse
▸ You're a PI who joins the 11th Street Kids after a chance meeting with John Economos on the dark web. Unfortunately for you, your ex-friend-with-benefits Vigilante is here too.
♪5+1 by @tropes-and-tales
▸ Five Times Vigilante Definitely Does Not Have Feelings (and the One Time He Does)
♪bet on it by @golden-grapes
▸ You bet that there’s no way Adrian’s oral sex skills measure up to his boasting. He takes you up on it. (pt2&3 linked on first part)
♪ @multifandomfanficss
▸ home is wherever you are
🧜♂️ After accidentally time traveling to the year 1994 you try to lay low until you’re rescued, so you don’t change the future. When an overworked newly divorced waitress asks you if you would like to nanny her kids and their friend in exchange for food and a place to sleep you wonder what’s the worst one family could do to effect the timeline. You never expected to find your boyfriend’s 3 year old self, his 12 year old brother, 13 year old Christopher Smith.
▸ fuck you
🧜♂️ Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him.
♪ masterlist by @vigilvntes
▸all their works of adrian <3
♪ the bet by @jeysbvck
▸ You and Adrian make a bet during a drunk night out.
♪ @nptnewr
▸ window repair
🧜♂️ Adrian Chase has a significant other…however, his friends don’t believe him? Except for when he gets hurt, calls you, and is dragged into your house via window!
▸ glasses
🧜♂️Just three different scenarios about you and Adrian’s glasses
♪ dinner and diatribes by @ichorai
▸ the two of you only brought the worst out of each other, but you just couldn’t stay away.
♪ when you become untouchable by @starforgedthor
▸ After earning yourself several life sentences and a one-way ticket to Belle Reve in your early 20s, you've spent the decade and a bit since then establishing yourself as a loyal and effective tool for Waller and her team. As a meta-human who is able to completely know and understand the history of anything you touch, as well as master how to use it, and know exactly where the owner of the object is, but all only while touching the object, it's safe to say that you've developed a reputation as an unmatched hunter, though you've always felt hunter was too ominous a word for you and your upbeat nature.
So now you, Waller's pet supervillain known as The Chaser, find yourself as part of Project Butterfly, in the middle of suburban Washington. The only downside you can see is that everyone on the team is so serious; as the saying goes, if you enjoy what you do, you'll never work a day in your life! So fuck it, who are they to say you can't enjoy what you do, especially if you know you're good at it!? Unfortunately for everyone else, what you do is usually crime... and sometimes murder.
♪ you frustrate me incredible by @berrieluv
▸ Adrian is used to talk a lot, and for his good luck, he found someone who can keep up with everything he has to say. He knew his girlfriend would never get tired of him, but sometimes he has to listen too, something he doesn't know how to do.
♪ laundry girl by @zo3mess
▸ Laundromat is usually empty so late at night except for Adrian, until it isn’t. But there is no reason for him to get nervous around his new laundry buddy, right?
♪ secrets by @sandy-the-glader
▸ Adrian is going through a box of your guy's old stuff and comes across your old assassin suit. He asks about you and your past with crime and he just has one question. Why?
♪ fennel fields forever by @lunaticsandidiots
▸ you’ve worked at the same restaurant as adrian chase for a long time. it turns out the both of you have been harbouring some pretty big secrets.
♪ vigilantes hot by @theowritesstuff
▸ You tell Adrian what you really think about Vigilante
♪ hot venom pt2 by @jangofctts
♪ insult to injury by @strangelure
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last updated april 18, 2024
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tagged by: @plzu thank you!!! this made me realise I haven't read enough fic because I only ranked the tropes I'd heard of
not me putting (most of) the dub-con at the top 🥴😳
tagging if you fancy it (no pressure! template here) @vigilanteh @vigilantebarbie @lysenfeu @stealsteels @countlambula @multifandomfanficss
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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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Rinse & Repeat
Rating: Explicit 18+
Pairing: Frank Castle x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Prompt: Bath/shower
Summary: Frank comes home bloody and filthy from a rough night out and you can't help but clean him up.
Content: Mentions of blood, Domestic fluff, Super soft Frank, Smut (F/M), Shower sex, Bareback (no condom), Creampie
A/N: Okay so I'm very new to the Punisher fandom but beefy dudes covered in blood with puppy dog eyes are my ultimate weakness sooo here we are.
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Frank always tried to be quiet when he was coming home from a job, never wanting to disturb you at the odd hours he found himself stumbling in. He carefully closed the front door and kicked off his boots, stepping down the hall to the living room. He was surprised to see you awake, curled up on the couch scrolling through your phone in the dimly lit room.
“What are you still doin’ up? It’s late.”
You sat up and blinked at the clock display on the device in your hand. He was right, it was very late at night, bordering on the early morning.
“No work tomorrow, wanted to wait up for you.”
You hopped off the couch and padded over to him in your bare feet. All you were wearing was one of Frank’s old T-shirts that barely hit mid-thigh, it was a warm night and you wanted to be comfy. He managed to appreciate the view of your exposed legs for a moment before you stood directly in front of him, looking him over carefully. He was filthy, covered in an assortment of smudges and stains. Gunpowder, grease, blood, dirt and who knows what else. Concern was etched on your face and he caught your gaze raking him over for injuries.
“‘M fine. None of the blood‘s mine.”
You sighed in relief and leaned up to kiss him but he pulled back ever so slightly. "Don't want to mess up that pretty face of yours, darlin'."
You hummed softly in disagreement. "Don't care."
His brow creased slightly but he didn't protest as you leaned in again and he let you press your lips against his. He kissed you gently, sliding an arm around your waist, not being able to resist tugging you in closer. Your chins bumped together and his nose rubbed against your cheek, when you finally pulled away there were smudges of blood and dirt on your face just like he warned.
You truly didn't care, you never minded the mess. That was part of why Frank loved you so much. He brought all this violence and filth home with him and you never flinched away from it. You knew who he was and what he did, and you loved him anyway. You dug bullets out of him with no protest, stitched and patched him up more times than he could count.
The night he came home to you cleaning his vest and touching up the paint on the skull was the moment he knew he could never let you go. He asked you to move in a week later and you'd been here ever since, by his side through thick and thin, taking care of him. He never thought he could feel like this again, so close to someone, after everything he’d been through. But the quiet moments of peace he’d found here with you had given him newfound hope for a future.
Frank was snapped out of his musings when you tugged on his hand.
"Shower time, let's go."
He nodded and let you lead him down the hall and into the bathroom. He stripped off his vest and ruined clothes as you started the water and got the temperature just right. When you were satisfied it was warm enough but not too hot, you pulled off the oversized tee you'd 'borrowed' and led him into the steaming spray with you.
You grabbed a clean washcloth and ran it under the heated stream of water. Turning to Frank, you started with his hands. He might have claimed to be fine but you had noticed the several split knuckles on each hand, giving you at least some indication of how his night had gone. He tensed as you dabbed at the raw skin and you slowed down, trying your best not to irritate the injury.
His eyes slowly fluttered shut as you wiped the damp fabric gently over his skin, the warm stream of water hitting his back combined with your gentle touch lulling him into a state of bliss. He felt all the tension ease out of him as you worked him over with swipes of the cloth, getting lost in the glide of your fingers against his bare skin as you moved all the way up his arms and across his chest.
You rinsed the cloth before getting on your tiptoes to reach up to Frank's face and continue your work. He ducked down closer to give you better access and placed his hands on your hips to steady you. This was your little ritual, every time you caught him coming home all bloodied up. You carefully washed away all of the evidence of the violence that followed him everywhere. He knew he'd never done anything in this life to deserve you, yet here you were. You'd somehow managed to mend his body, and his heart, with your tender, soft touches and endless affection. He waited patiently as you worked, rubbing his thumbs over your hips until the water was running completely clear at his feet.
"All done?"
You inspected him closely, swiping the washcloth one last time over his cheek until you were absolutely certain. "Mhm, all clean now."
"Good."
He stepped forward and crowded into your space, his hands shamelessly digging into your hips and tugging you against him. He leaned down and captured your lips, swallowing the gasp you let out as you felt his hardening cock pressing against your side. A burst of heat rushed through you, pooling between your legs. You’d been too caught up in washing him, you hadn’t paid close enough attention to what your touch was doing to him. He’d let you have your little ritual of taking care of him, but now it was time for him to take care of you.
His large hands slipped along your body, over your waist and down your hips, pausing briefly to squeeze your ass before coming to rest on the backs of your thighs. Planting his feet firmly on the bathtub floor, he hoisted you up and pressed you against the shower wall. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, arms flying around his neck to hold yourself up. You arched against him, pressing your tits into his firm chest as the cool tile touched your skin. He buried his face in your shoulder, pressing kisses up and down your neck.
You whined impatiently, needing more as you dragged your nails across his shoulders and back. He let out a low chuckle before looking into your eyes.
“Somethin’ you want, sweetheart?”
You huffed and pouted at him. “You know what I want!”
He laughed at you again, enjoying your big pleading stare and petulant expression. He leaned in close, gently bumping your nose with his. “Remind me.”
“Fraaank…”
“Come on, use your words.”
Your eyes narrowed as you stared him down.
“Fuck me, now.”
A satisfied grin split across Frank’s face at your demanding tone. “Attagirl.”
He pressed you harder into the wall, holding you steady while he lined up his now-fully hard cock at your entrance.
“Ready for me?”
You smiled sweetly, placated now that you were getting what you wanted. “Always.”
He slid inside slowly, letting you feel every single inch of him as he stretched you open. After a few moments, you’d adjusted to his size and wanted more.
“Harder, please.” You whispered in his ear before peppering kisses all over his cheek and jaw.
You didn’t need to ask him twice. Your dug your nails into his biceps as you did your best to hold on, helpless to do anything but accept the rapid, punishing pace of his hips snapping into yours. God, he always filled you impossibly deep, it was so easy to lose yourself in the steady rhythm of his body as he thrust harder and harder. A loud moan was forced out of your throat as Frank hit that sweet spot deep inside you and you couldn’t help but clench around him. He groaned into your shoulder, moving to nip along your neck as he refused to slow down. Your thighs started to shake around him as you lost yourself in the waves of pleasure, not able to hold back the whimpers any longer.
Having you like this, coming completely undone in his arms, this was what he lived for. Thinking of you waiting at home for him had gotten him through more nights than he’d care to admit. He’d fight and kill whoever he had to in order to make it back to you in one piece, knowing he could scoop you up and make you fall apart under him.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Just let go.”
He held you tight, pressing you hard against the shower wall as you finally tipped over the edge and screamed for him. He couldn’t hold out much longer, with your soaking pussy pulsing around his cock. After a few more haphazard pumps and he finally spilled inside you, his mind going blank for that blissful moment where he was surrounded by nothing but you.
He slowly eased you back down to the floor, making sure you were steady on your feet before letting go. He grabbed a clean washcloth and set about cleaning you up, the mirrored action of reciprocity not lost on either of you. Turning off the water, Frank stepped out first, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist before waiting for you to follow. He held out your favourite towel, the biggest and fuffiest one you owned. You giggled as he bundled you up, turning you into a plush cotton cloud. He started heading towards the bedroom but you reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him around to face you.
“Where do you think you’re going, mister? I have to wrap those knuckles before bed.”
Frank groaned and started to roll his eyes. “It’s nothin’, you don’t hav-”
He was cut off by your insistent tug on his hand and perfectly played pout. He groaned again, making a face but quietly presenting you with his hands nonetheless. You hummed in satisfaction and set about quickly wrapping clean bandages around the reddened, raw skin. Once you were finished, you slowly brought each hand up to your lips, one after the other, placing a small kiss over each and every bandaged knuckle before looking up with a small satisfied smile on your face.
“How’s that?”
He spent a long moment simply staring at you, fully absorbed in drinking you in, basking in the pure, unfiltered love practically radiating out of you. He bent down to kiss you softly, relishing in your warmth, before finally answering.
“Never been better.”
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A/N: This got sappy as hell and I am not sorry about it. Please let me know what you think!
#lysenfeu fics#frank castle#frank castle x reader#frank castle x you#frank castle x f!reader#frank castle x female reader#frank castle smut#frank castle fanfic#kinktober 2023
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Shhh, Quiet Please
Ahh ty for sending a WIP Title!
"Shh, Quiet Please" is a College!Matt Murdock x College!FReader 18+ fic set in the Columbia Law School library. It's a draft from my (very belated) Kinktober list for the prompt "public" 👀 College Matt is mischevious and an incorrigible flirt while offering to help Reader study for a shared class in a quiet corner of the library.
Here's a little snippet!
You huffed in frustration, unable to come up with any sort of answer to his quiz. You knew it was a softball question and that just increased your annoyance. Warily, you eyed Matt and then casually moved your gaze down to your textbook on the table. A little peek couldn't hurt…right? Your hand was halfway to the book when you were suddenly stopped by a soft but firm grip on your wrist.
"Ah ah, no cheating!" Matt shook his head at you in mock disappointment.
You were momentarily stunned at how he noticed your actions and caught you so easily but your mind immediately short circuited when he started rubbing his thumb in soothing, little circles over the back of your hand.
“Come on, you know the answer.” His tone was soft and sweet, intended to encourage you. He continued to hold your hand, turning it over and tracing across your palm with his fingers.
“Uh, could…could you repeat the question?” You stammered out, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment at how distracted you were by such a simple touch, but you still declined to remove your hand from his grasp.
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Pair of Aces - Chapter 6. Day Six
Pair of Aces
Chapter 6. Day Six
Rating: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 10k
Summary: Things get messy with the Butterflies and even messier with our pair back at the motel.
Chapter Content: Graphic violence/ Canon-typical violence, Explosions, Blood, Mild gore, Smut (F/M)
A/N: It's finally heeeeere! Sorry this took a trillion years, real life has been a pain and this is a beast of a chapter. Hopefully, the length (and 🔥content🔥) will make up for the delay! All I have to say is that it's the last night in the motel and we all knew where this was headed 👀
(NOTE: The smut-specific content warnings are after the cut because they kind of include spoilers, please read at your own discretion!)
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*SPOILERS* Kissing, Biting (like, a lot), Nipple play, Fingering (F receiving), Oral (F and M receiving), Hair Pulling, a little Facefucking, PIV, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, a tiny bit of Cum play *END SPOILERS*
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She groaned as her alarm went off way earlier than she ever would have liked. They needed an early start to put their plan into action but that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. The grumpy wake-up call was followed by a rushed breakfast of fruit and granola bars. They needed to be at the mission site and finish preparing for the Glen Tai delivery before their scheduled drop-off at noon. The pair were finally finishing gearing up just before it was time to head out.
She looked over at the mess spread out on his bed and rolled her eyes. "You don't need four guns, Vig. You only have two hands."
"What if one of the guns gets knocked out of my hands?"
She sighed. "Okay, fine. Three guns, then you have an extra. But that's it!"
"But what if another one gets knocked out of my hands!"
"Then you're bad at your job and shouldn't be in the field." She shot him a pointed look.
"Hm." Vig wrinkled his nose in thought as he packed away the three weapons. "Note to self: don't let the bad guys take more than one gun." He finished fiddling with his gear and met her at the front door.
"Ready for this?"
She grinned at him. "This is what I live for. Let's go."
They climbed in the Sebring and headed over to the unassuming farmhouse, anxious to get the day started.
The plan was simple. First, they needed to get into the tunnels before the delivery was scheduled to arrive. They had scoped out a route the night before while exploring, so that was easy. They'd place the adhesive explosion prototypes Task Force X had included in their gear along key structure points in the tunnels.
When the Butterflies show up, they would blow up the entrance to trap them inside and then mow them down in waves until nothing was left standing. After that, they could collapse the tunnel exit once they were clear and call it a day. Just some high-tech explosions and murder. You know, simple stuff.
Setting up was the easiest part, planting the sticky-backed bombs evenly along the cavern went smoothly. Then they camped out by the car, well hidden behind the foliage, and waited for the delivery truck's arrival.
Shortly after noon, a large white delivery truck pulled up to the edge of the property. Two dozen people climbed out the back, all carrying crates full of glass jars into the house.
They waited for a few moments to ensure they wouldn't be spotted and then quickly followed after them. They knew exactly where the hatch was this time, kicking it open and dropping down to catch the delivery squad off guard.
She could barely take her eyes off him as he immediately opened fire on the group of Butterflies. He was a blur of black and teal as he expertly cleared the room, dropping half the group with ease. The noise was insane, gunfire and screams mixed with smashing glass and broken crates. The remaining people begin screeching and running down the underground maze in an attempt to escape.
That was her cue, she whipped out the prototype trigger and started setting off the bombs furthest back first. Several loud booms sounded one after the other and the tunnels began collapsing, trapping the Butterflies in an increasingly smaller space as Vigilante pushed forward.
She followed along behind him, double-tapping the downed bodies through the skull to ensure they all stayed down. She didn't even have a clear shot ahead as Vig raced after the last few stragglers.
Fucking hell, he's good at this.
He had managed to take down nearly the entire group in less than a half hour. Finally the last of the screeching stopped and he popped back into view. He walked back towards her and headed to the ladder leading back to the farmhouse.
"All clear! Let's blow this fucker up!"
She laughed a little at his obvious excitement, but hell he deserved it after that performance. She turned around and started walking back with him, pulling out the trigger to set off the last two charges. Just as she pressed the 3-second timer, her foot caught on a splintered crate and she tumbled to the floor.
She scrambled to get back up, she needed to get the hell out of range immediately. Suddenly two strong hands were wrapped around her, Vigilante tugged her off the filthy ground and around the corner just before the walls collapsed behind her.
"Holy shit!" She coughed violently as she rolled over and stared up at the roof of the nearly destroyed cavern.
Vigilante was on the ground next to her, covered in dirt. He looked over at her. "You good?"
She carefully inspected herself for any damage, minus some dirt of her own everything seemed fine. "Yeah, still all in one piece." She looked back at him. "Thanks."
He wiped off his visor and wiped the dust off his pants as he stood up. "No problem. I wasn't going to let you get blown up, that would just be stupid."
She scrambled to her feet and surveyed the damage. Everything behind them was blown to rubble, the entire system of tunnels had been reduced to a pile of rocks and dirt, effectively camouflaging all the bodies they'd left behind. She would have been one of them if Vigilante hadn't grabbed her.
"Well, I'm glad you also think me dying is stupid." She shot him a grateful smile and grabbed his arm, tugging him towards the exit they'd blocked off for their escape route. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of this mess."
"One second!" He stopped in his tracks and whipped his phone out of his pocket. Turning around, he angled his front-facing camera and snapped a picture throwing a peace sign with the collapsed rubble behind him.
"Peacemaker is gonna love this, what a great day."
She was halfway up the exit ladder with him closely behind, tucking his phone into his utility belt. After they both made it back to the car a safe distance away, she detonated the last explosive and the entrance to the tunnel collapsed in on itself, destroying a significant portion of the house's foundation along with it. She stared for a moment at the destruction, the culmination of the entire week-long mission. They'd done it, had a literal blast and successfully completed their objective. Tomorrow they'd check out of the motel and be back in Evergreen by dinner. A pang hit her stomach at the thought but she wasn't sure why.
Shoving the thoughts aside, she climbed into the passenger seat of the Sebring. Vig had just started driving them back to town when the tinny echoes of Aqua started playing from his pocket.
“Ah shit, can you grab that?”
She reached over and grabbed the cell phone out of his utility belt. Checking the display, she saw that it was Harcourt calling.
The call was quick. After informing Emilia about what they’d found and why they had needed to blow the whole thing up, she promised to file the reports quickly and it was all taken care of.
She hung up the phone and looked over at Vigilante with an unimpressed expression. "So, why the fuck is your ringtone 'Barbie Girl'?"
“Hey! Aqua is the bomb!" He was immediately defensive, under no circumstances would Vigilante tolerate Aqua slander.
"Obviously, I would never insult the legendary Europop group Aqua! I just think Barbie Girl is super overrated." She shrugged dismissively. "Dr.Jones does way more of the heavy lifting on Aquarium and never gets the same respect."
He scoffed in disgust. “Uh, hard no. Barbie Girl is the definitive Aqua single, no contest.”
"Clearly you've been concussed because you're talking absolute fucking nonsense right now." She was not going to back down from this, he was undeniably incorrect. However, the offended noises he emitted in response did not seem to agree with her.
"Look, there's only one way to settle this debate. Pass me the aux cord!" She pulled out her phone and gestured towards him.
Vig coughed awkwardly. “Uh…yeah, so the Vigilantemobile doesn't have one. Cassettes or CDs only."
"Fucking cassettes?" She wrinkled her nose. "Dude, your car sucks."
He sighed. "Yeah, I know. But it's mine, you know?" He patted the steering wheel fondly. "Anyways, just pop the glove box."
She grabbed at the latch in front of her and opened the passenger glove box. Stuffed next to some crumpled papers and napkins was a beat-up CD folder. She flipped it open and quickly located the bright blue disc they needed, Aqua's debut album Aquarium. She briefly stared down at the decades-old CD, it truly was a relic of the past, just like the Sebring.
She popped the album into the disc drive and queued up track three before grinning at him.
"Ready to lose?"
"You fucking wish." Vig took his eyes off the road for a second to address her with a deadly serious tone. “You do not get to be Barbie right now, got it?”
“Damn dude, fine. It’s all you.” She threw up her hands in deference and accepted her role as Ken.
Hiya, Barbie. Hi, Ken!
You wanna go for a ride? Sure, Ken.
Jump in!
She waited patiently as Vig sang out the chorus by himself. She hated to admit it but he really was nailing the song.
I'm a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly
You're my doll, rock and roll, feel the glamour in pink
Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky-panky
She paused for a moment after finishing her two lines of the verse.
Has Aqua always been this horny? Geez.
Vig finally finished singing along with the track and “How do you not love this song?”
“I do! It’s a great track, that was never in question. I just think it’s overrated in comparison. You’ll see.” She skipped forward a track and queued up her song.
“You can do the chorus and the dude parts but that’s it, okay?” She had her own rules for this sing-off too.
He nodded at her. “That’s fair.”
Sometimes the feelin' is right
You fall in love for the first time
Heartbeat and kisses so sweet
Summertime love in the moonlight
It had been ages since she listened to this album but she still knew all the words by heart, Dr.Jones really was the supporting pillar of Aquarium.
Baby, I am missin' you
I want you by my side
And I hope you'll miss me too
Come back and stay
I'll think about you every day
I really want you too
You swept my feet right off the ground
You're the love I found
Her cheeks hurt from grinning with enthusiasm as they belted out the duet verse and launched into the chorus together. There was nothing like some impromptu karaoke to cap off a brutal murder spree!
The song faded out just as Vig pulled into the motel parking lot and the pair tumbled into their room, giddy from all the adrenaline and Europop.
She kicked off her boots and unzipped her dirt-covered jacket, tossing them in a pile by the door. She was relieved her outfit underneath was still fairly clean, it had been a very messy day.
"So, are you going to change your ringtone now that we've established the superior song?" She spun around to grin at him, expecting a snappy defence of Barbie Girl but she was startled by just how close he was.
He had finished stripping off his armour and was just in his black shirt and pants standing right behind her. She took a step back to make some room between them but he stepped towards her in return, quickly invading her space. She shuffled backwards and he was almost directly in front of her when she suddenly collided with the back of the couch and nearly toppled over.
"Woah!"
His hands reached out and grabbed onto her shoulders at the same time she instinctively wrapped hers around his waist to steady herself. She was caught off guard by how warm and solid he felt under her hands. She fisted her fingers into the material of his shirt and suddenly felt something …wet?
"Uh, who's blood is this?" She awkwardly let him go and brought her hand up to show him the bright red splotches left on her skin.
"Oh, shit!" He jumped back from her and immediately tugged at his shirt, feeling out the stain she had discovered on his side. He grimaced as he felt the blood-soaked fabric and quickly stripped it off. Her eyes widened at the unexpected sight of a now half-naked Vigilante in front of her, wildly spinning around on the way to the bathroom mirror trying to inspect himself for wounds. He shut the door behind him and she heard water running for a moment.
She was still in a bit of a daze staring at the bathroom door when he came back out a few minutes later.
"False alarm, definitely not my blood but man was there a lot of it. Did I miss any?" He gestured at his still-bare torso and held his arms out, slowly spinning in a circle for her to inspect.
Oh, goddammit.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm as she surveyed his barely dressed body. He was in incredible shape, that's for certain. There were a few droplets of water dripping down his chest, drawing her eye across his pecs and down his abs, before hitting the waistband of his tactical pants. Frankly, she wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not that there wasn't any blood left on him.
Fuck. Okay, that's enough.
She swallowed hard and shook her head, managing to tear her gaze away from him. "You're all good." She was halfway into giving him a thumbs up before she remembered the mess on her hand.
"Gross." She murmured, looking down at the bloodstains.
"Here, let me help." Vigilante quickly grabbed something from the bathroom, walked over and grabbed her wrist. He held her hand up and gently wiped a damp washcloth across her palm, slowly washing away the blood.
She fought down a blush at how close he suddenly was, still shirtless. She could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. She stared down at his hands working to clean her up, slightly dazed at how sweet he was being. Two hours ago, those same hands were responsible for the deaths of over a dozen people and now they were ever so softly holding hers, cleaning off his victim's blood.
He swiped the cloth over her palm one more time and then stepped back a bit. "There we go."
"Thanks."
"No problem! You should probably take your shirt off now."
Her dazed mind raced to process the sudden request. "W-what?"
He frowned in concern. "To make sure there's no blood on you?"
"Oh."
She was still entirely distracted and without thinking, moved her hand to grab the edge of her shirt. She was about to lift it over her head when Vigilante interrupted her, holding out her duffel bag in his hands.
"You should clean up and get changed, the bathroom's all yours!"
"Right, yes. Obviously. That makes sense." She dropped the hem of her top and lost the fight against blushing, turning a lovely shade of tomato red as she grabbed her bag, ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
Thankfully, there wasn't much blood on her. A few small stains on her top had soaked through to her bra and she quickly stripped it off and ducked into the tub. She was towelling off from her quick shower when she heard a knock on the motel room's front door. She immediately started to panic, no one was supposed to know they were there.
She heard Vigilante's muffled voice and pressed an ear to the door. He was saying something that sounded like 'thank you' to someone and then she heard the door close.
She quickly got dressed in her last pair of clean pyjamas, her usual tank top and shorts combo, and flew out of the bathroom to assess the situation. Vigilante was standing beside the couch, still shirtless but having changed into a pair of sweatpants.
"What's going on?"
He cocked his head to the side at her in confusion. "Hm?"
"I heard someone?"
"Oh!" He reached over and held up a large brown paper bag. "I got us Chinese food!"
She stared at him blankly. "You ordered delivery… to the room no one is supposed to know we're staying in?"
He had the decency to look a little nervous at her question. "Well, we're leaving tomorrow morning and there's no one around and he didn't see anything weird so it's fine, right?"
"You don't think the delivery guy is going to remember a half-naked dude in a fucking mask?"
"He might remember me, sure, but it's not like he knows who I am! Who's he going to tell?" He put the bag down on the coffee table. "I was just trying to surprise you, today was fucking awesome and I thought we deserved a treat."
She sighed and relaxed a little, it was a nice surprise. She eyed the takeout bag appreciatively before snapping her attention back to Vigilante. "Why are you still shirtless anyways? Get dressed."
He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, I can't."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Why not?"
"I'm out of clean shirts."
"You…you're out of clean shirts." She stared at him in disbelief. "How many shirts did you pack?"
"Two."
"For a week?!"
"Yes! Usually that's fine but you got gross goo on one, now the other is all bloody and I can't do anything about that now!"
He crossed his arms defensively across his chest, forcing her attention to his well-defined pecs. He wasn't seriously going to spend the whole night like this, was he?
Oh god, I'm not going to survive.
She flopped down on the couch with a sigh. "Fine, whatever. Let's just eat, I'm starving."
Vig tore open the takeout bag and began to unpack the various containers. He leaned over to grab some of the food, placing his shirtless self right in front of her face. She scooted back as far as she could, trying to resist the urge to grab his bicep and see if it was as firm as it looked. She accidentally knocked against his knee moving away and the soup container in his hands wobbled, threatening to splash over.
"Hey, watch it!" She glared at him. "If you make a mess, you're cleaning it up."
"Okay, okay!"
He steadied his hand and finished serving them both. She flicked on the TV, barely paying any attention to whatever was on but grateful for the small distraction as they ate.
She eyed the last piece of chicken in the container and glanced over at Vig. He had his eyes glued to the TV and didn't seem to notice her staring down his last bite.
What's the worst that could happen?
She darted her hand forward and speared the chicken on her fork, quickly raising it to her mouth. She had made it about halfway before he lunged at her and knocked her flat on the couch, grasping at the fork she held.
She let out a noise of outrage as his body pressed her firmly into the couch, pinning her down. She desperately tried to pull the fork out of his grip, trying her best to ignore how hard he was pressed against her. How the hell had he reacted that quickly?
"How dare you!" He hissed at her, still trying to wrestle the fork out of her hand. "That was mine and you know it."
"No way!" She protested weakly, she wasn't going to admit he was right.
"You're a thief. You know thieves need to be punished." He looked down at her, his face mere inches away from her. "At this point, you're practically begging for it."
She flushed a bright pink at his accusation, there was absolutely no way she was admitting he was right again. She tried to wrench her hand out of his grasp but failed against his strong grip. "I most certainly am no-" She stopped in surprise as their tug of war over the fork caused large blobs of sauce to fly off the utensil and splatter down her arm.
"Oh, great. Now you're making a fucking mess." She glared up at him.
He tightened his grip on her wrist and focused his gaze on the gooey drops splashed on her skin. "Well, then I better clean it up."
Her eyes widened as he leaned in closer and slowly parted his lips. The tip of his tongue flicked out and he licked a stripe up the inside of her wrist, trailing a wet line across her skin as he cleaned up the sticky mess.
Heat pooled between her legs and her heart started to race as she felt his tongue working along the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. What little of her self-control remained was dangerously close to snapping. She had spent the entire week avoiding this ridiculous tension and now she could feel every muscle, every hard edge of his torso on top of her. She couldn't give in now. She didn't hook up on the job, it was a liability. It was unprofessional. It was a risk. There was too much at stake. It was never worth it…
It's not worth it. It's …not …
She was shaken from her inner lecture when Vigilante pressed a small kiss to her wrist and turned towards her.
"There, all better."
He grinned at her and swiped his tongue along his bottom lip to lick the last of the sauce off.
Oh fuck it.
She moved her hand to grab his jaw and without giving either of them a moment to think about what was happening, she pulled him towards her and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was hard and desperate, she was pouring out the entire week’s worth of frustration into it. She swiped her tongue against his bottom lip and he easily opened his mouth to let her in. He tasted like sweet and sour sauce, they probably both did.
Finally, they were forced to break away for air. The pair were left breathless and panting, staring at each other in a mix of confusion and arousal. Vigilante broke the heavy silence first.
"Don't think this will let you off the hook for stealing my food.”
She was about to protest his accusation but he ducked down for another kiss before she could speak. The fork clattered to the floor as they both dropped it, he slipped his hand behind her head instead and she moved hers to cup his jaw. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her firm in his grasp as he kissed her. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, tugging on it. She moaned at the slight twinge of pain mixed with pleasure before he pulled back.
“Fuck.” He swore as he looked her over, her eyes were half-lidded and dark, her lips shiny and swollen from his kiss. "I knew you'd like that."
He shifted his weight and moved his hand from the back of her head down to her shoulder. He brushed his fingertips softly along her collarbone and up the side of her neck. Hooking his thumb under her jaw, he applied some pressure and forced her to turn her head and expose her throat to him.
"I'm biting you again."
There was no question in his tone, he was simply telling her what was about to happen. He leaned down and nipped at a spot right under her ear, smirking against her skin as he heard her breath hitch.
He whispered softly next to her ear, "That's for stealing my food."
He moved down, nuzzling against her neck before biting the side of her throat with more pressure.
"That's for not admitting you liked this last night."
Finally, he reached the junction between her neck and shoulder. Without waiting, he sank his teeth hard into the soft flesh right over her pulse point. She cried out, arching against him as the sharp points of his incisors dug into her skin.
He whispered into her shoulder. "And that's because I fucking wanted to."
He planted a soft kiss over the mark he'd made to slightly soothe the sting and started to pull away from her. She shot out her hand and grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face against her before he could pull back. She could barely think straight, heat was coursing through her veins and there was only one thing she needed.
Her voice was thick and laced with desire when she finally spoke. "Don't stop."
He let out a low growl that vibrated against her skin and immediately acquiesced to her request. He nipped along her shoulder and back up her neck, a path of red marks tracing his steps. She arched up into him, feeling the warmth from his bare chest radiate through the painfully thin tank top she had on.
He kissed and bit every inch of skin he could reach, leaving scorching trails across her body. Taking full advantage of the low-cut neckline of her top, he dipped his head down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh at the swell of her breasts. He smirked against her skin when he felt her nipples tighten in response. She gasped when he leaned down and caught her left nipple between his teeth, the sharpness of his canines barely blunted by the thin fabric barrier.
She dug her nails into his shoulder as he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, saliva soaking through her top. The ache between her thighs was growing and she knew her panties were already soaked.
He slid his hand over her hip and tugged at the hem of her top.
"Can I take this off?" He mumbled the question as he fidgeted with the edge of the soft material.
She pushed him back slightly and arched her back off the couch in response. In a single motion, she grabbed the hem and yanked the tank top over her head, throwing it across the room behind her.
"Better?"
He swallowed hard as he stared down at her, now half-naked beneath him. His gaze roved over her exposed chest, down her sternum and across her stomach before ultimately settling directly on her bare breasts.
"Fucking perfect." His voice was low and hoarse as he drank her in. He cautiously smoothed his fingertips across her skin, tracing a path up her sides and along her ribs to the undersides of her breasts. Her head tipped back and her eyes fluttered closed as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. She let out a small squeak as he suddenly pinched one and he chuckled at her reaction.
"Shut up, they're sensitive." She flushed in embarrassment and smacked him lightly on the shoulder.
He cocked his head to the side and softly squeezed the flesh under his hand. "Should I be gentle?"
She bit her lip and looked up at him. "That's not what I said."
A grin split across his face and he squeezed her breast harder, watching her eyes roll back as she bit down on her lip. He kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. Soft moans escaped her as she arched into his touch, his hands were calloused and rough against her skin. They were hands that got used regularly, to fight, shoot and kill, and right now, turn her insides to jelly.
She nearly bit through her lip when he caught a nipple between his teeth, biting down until she hissed and dug her nails into his shoulder. He released the tender bud and soothed it with his tongue.
He skimmed a hand down her side and across her lower abdomen until he hit the waistband of her shorts, briefly dipping his fingers past the elastic before retreating. He did it again before she huffed and pushed at his wrist, quickly shoving his hand past the band of both her shorts and underwear. He let out a short laugh at her desperation.
"You're so impatient."
As he slid his hand further down he quickly realized why she was so eager for him to touch her, groaning loudly as his fingers swiped through the absolute mess between her legs.
"Holy shit, you're soaked. How long have you been this turned on?"
Her face burned at the question. The answer was rather embarrassing at this point and she was having a hard enough time thinking straight while his fingers swirled around, teasing her slick entrance.
"Come on, answer me."
"Is this your usual interrogation technique?" She bit out a sarcastic response, trying to deflect the questioning.
"Nope. You're just special."
She bit back a whimper as his fingers ghosted over her clit but still avoided giving her the friction she was craving.
She closed her eyes and sighed. "All fucking day."
"All day? Why?"
She bit her lip and avoided his curious gaze.
He frowned slightly and slid the pad of his middle finger over her clit, lightly pressing against it.
"Oh, god." She threw her head back as a jolt of electricity shot through her.
"Tell me." He pressed a finger against her clit again.
Her inner resolve snapped for the second time that evening and she couldn't help but blurt out the truth. "Fine! I like watching you work."
His hand stilled and she fought the instinct to whine at the loss of movement. He looked at her in disbelief.
"Really?"
"Yes."
He moved his fingers away and she failed to hold back another whine as her hips rocked up, desperate for more contact.
"You like watching me fight?"
He was being such a fucking tease, she couldn't take much more of this. She'd behaved all week long and now she just needed to lose herself, turn off all the thoughts in the back of her head. Her voice was low but still audible as she quietly admitted more. "Not just fight, I like watching you win."
She was about to go on when she was interrupted by him roughly capturing her lips, swallowing the loud moan she let out as he suddenly plunged a finger inside her. He quickly added a second, easily sinking them into her wet heat.
He released her mouth and started sucking marks along her neck and chest as he found a steady rhythm fucking into her with his hand, his thumb brushing against her clit as she whimpered underneath his touch. His teeth grazed against her nipple and her walls clenched around his fingers. This, this is what she needed from Vigilante right now.
She was moving against him, angling her hips to try and get his fingers in deeper. He was so close to hitting that sweet spot hidden inside but to her annoyance, his wrist was trapped by the waistband of her shorts and she couldn't quite get the relief she needed.
"Fuck, hold on one second!" She huffed and tugged on his wrist, biting back a whine as he pulled his digits from her and sat back with a confused look on his face.
"Need these off, now." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slid the offending clothing off her hips. He quickly caught on and helped her pull them down her legs, flinging them somewhere into the room behind him. He shifted his position on the couch, placing his hands between her knees and slowly spread them apart.
She rested one foot on the back of the couch cushion and the other on the floor as she opened her thighs as far as she could. She was now completely naked and fully exposed to him. He groaned, red-tinted visor trained firmly on her glistening cunt. He unconsciously licked his lips at the sight before realizing there was something important he could ask her.
"Hey. Can… Can I eat your pussy?" He rested his cheek on her inner thigh as he searched her expression for a reaction.
She nearly choked on her own spit at the unexpected filth that just flew out of his mouth. He sounded like he was asking if he could have the last granola bar, not fuck her with his tongue.
It was an enticing offer she had to admit. It had been ages since she'd let someone do that, it never ended up being worth it. But he knew that already and was still offering... She watched his tongue flick out and drag across his bottom lip, his hungry gaze fixed firmly between her legs. The momentary anxiety she felt was quickly shoved to the side as the throbbing in her pussy helped her make a decision. There was just one thing she needed to make sure of.
"One condition."
"Anything."
She hesitated for a second before continuing. "Promise you'll make me cum?"
He seemed surprised by her request but quickly agreed. "That's pretty much the best part, so yeah. Absolutely."
"Say it." She caught his gaze behind the red glass of his visor and they locked eyes.
"I promise I'll make you cum with my mouth."
She sucked in a sharp breath at the way the words just rolled off his tongue nonchalantly before nodding at him, giving him the permission he needed.
He moved slowly, placing light kisses on her inner thigh as he inched his half-masked face down to her core. He gently spread her open with his fingers and she squirmed under his touch. He made an absolutely gorgeous sight between her legs, the exposed half of his face disappearing behind her thighs as he leaned in to taste her, leaving just part of his visor, black fabric, and white and teal stripes on his mask visible.
He gave a few experimental licks, humming softly with appreciation as her flavour hit his tongue. She shifted her hips under him, urging him closer. He started to swirl his tongue around, trying to find that sweet spot he had under his thumb just before.
He finally hit just the right spot, brushing the flat of his tongue against her clit and he felt her respond instantly. A loud gasp flew from her lips as her hips jerked upwards against his mouth. He wrapped an arm across her lower stomach and pressed down, trying to hold her still as he focused his attention on that sweet spot.
He relentlessly ran the tip of his tongue over her clit, relishing the noises she was making in response. She rocked her hips against him and slid a hand behind his head, trying to hold on to something as she writhed against his face. Her fingers accidentally grazed the seam at the back of his mask and he instinctively flinched, pulling back from her. She withdrew her hand as fast as she could.
"Shit, I'm sorry! I wasn't going to take it off, I just needed to hold on to something."
She panted, trying to catch her breath as she pleaded with him. She was so fucking close, she needed him to keep going. "Please, please don't stop."
His tone was cautious. "Just don't-"
"I won't. I'd never."
He slowly nodded. "Okay, I trust you."
She didn't have time to deal with the full implication of his words before he dove back between her legs with confidence. All traces of rational thought flew from her mind as his tongue plunged into her soaking pussy, eager to fulfil his promise.
She fisted her hands in the fabric of the couch as best she could as her hips lifted entirely off the cushions, grinding harder and harder against his face. Her taste flooded his mouth and he couldn't help but moan into her core, the vibrations rippling through her dripping center.
The waves of pleasure she was riding quickly started to reach the shore as Vigilante pushed her closer and closer to the edge. A barely coherent string of curses fell from her lips when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, hard.
When he did it a second time she was sent flying over the edge, crying out and clamping her shaky thighs down around his head as she gushed all over his tongue, lips and chin. His mask rubbed against the sensitive skin on her inner thighs as he continued to lick at her, consuming every drop of pleasure that spilled out. When she couldn't take any more stimulation she lightly pushed at his shoulders and he finally let her go.
He sat back on his heels as he licked his lips and wiped his face clean with the back of his hand.
"Promise fulfilled?"
A lazy smile spread across her face as she basked in the afterglow of his successfully completed guarantee.
"Fuck yes."
She slowly sat up on the couch and looked over at him. She couldn't help but chuckle at the satisfied smirk that was plastered on his face, his adorable dimples on full display.
"Good. That was really fun, you taste amazing."
"Oh yeah?"
She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She could taste herself, rich and heavy on his lips and determined he was correct. She quickly deepened the kiss chasing more of it, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
She sat up further and slid over to him, shoving at his shoulders to push him against the back of the couch and climbing onto his lap. She straddled him, instantly feeling his hard cock trapped through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
She placed her hand along his throat, moving her thumb under his jaw and turning his head to the side in a mirror of his earlier actions.
"Your turn."
Her voice was raspy and thick with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She leaned over and nipped at the soft spot under his jaw, smiling when he twitched and grabbed at her waist in response. His large hands spread across her entire back as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. She gasped as her bare chest was pressed against his, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the hard lines of his muscles.
As long as she kept touching him, there was nothing else occupying her mind but the stunning sight of the gorgeous and deadly man coming undone in front of her. Consequences be damned, she needed this.
Right here, right now, she needed him.
She sank her teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder, his nails digging into her sides at the sharp pinch. She continued biting down along his throat and shoulder while her hips found a steady rhythm grinding against his cock, her bare pussy making a mess of the fabric beneath her.
She released his neck and leaned back, placing her hands on his pecs and curling her fingers to dig into his skin. She slowly raked her nails down his chest, across his pecs and abs, decorating him with bright red lines. She scraped across his nipples and he hissed, bucking his hips up into her at the momentary discomfort.
The feeling of Vigilante squirming underneath her was overwhelmingly powerful. She knew he was letting her have this, if he really wanted he could break her hold and throw her across the room. But instead, he held still and behaved, willingly taking the onslaught of her teeth and nails against his skin.
She dragged her nails back up his chest, leaving a second set of marks on him. She quickly ducked her head down and replaced her hands with her lips, trailing soothing open-mouth kisses along the angry red paths she'd etched into his skin. She took her time, licking and gently dragging her teeth along every inch of his muscled torso. She finally made her way back down the waistband of his sweatpants. She slid off his lap to settle on her knees between his legs, tugging on the material.
"You're overdressed, take these off."
He quickly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, tugging them down to free his painfully hard cock and kicked them off to the side. She was shamelessly staring at his dick, fuck he was gorgeous. Long and reasonably thick, it would be a challenge for her but nothing impossible to handle.
"Hey, you're making that face again."
She was very confused. "What face?"
"The face where you stare at me with your mouth open. Your eyes get all glazed over, kinda makes you look like a fish."
He raised a hand and squished her cheeks together into a fishy face. She made an annoyed noise and smacked his hands away, glaring at him.
"Quit it! Do you want me to blow you or not?"
"Um. Yes?"
"Yes, what?"
She leaned forward and grasped his cock firmly at the base before leaning in to slowly lick a slow languid stripe up to the tip.
"Fuck, yes. This. Yes to this."
She slowly pumped her hand up and down his hard length while she licked around the head, watching his eyes flutter shut behind his visor.
He bucked into his hips up her grip again and groaned
She found an alternating pattern between her mouth and hand, hand wrapped around the base as she fluttered her tongue up and down the shaft as she travelled along his length.
She started to swallow more of his cock, testing how far down she could take him. He flexed his grip on her hair instinctively when he hit the back of her throat and she moaned slightly from the tension on her scalp.
"Is this okay?" He asks, voice strained. She hummed in response and his hips jerked as the vibrations rocked against his sensitive hardness. "Fuck. Can I pull harder?"
She couldn't exactly reply properly with his cock shoved down her throat but the loud moan gave him enough assurance she was fine with it.
He gripped her hair firmly and started to tug, sliding her up and down on his cock. He slowly picked up the pace, his hand fisting hard in her hair as he thrust further into her mouth and entered her throat.
His breathing was ragged and heavy, getting harsher as he used her face to bring him closer and closer to the tipping point. She moaned around him, saliva starting to drip down around her mouth and chin. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
"You know, I thought you were super pretty when we met and I didn't think you could get any prettier than when I made you cum, but this?"
He pushed her down til she nearly gagged, forcing her to swallow him entirely down to the base. He held her there for a moment, just watching her try not to choke.
"Fuck, you look incredible like this."
He let her go and she pulled back, trying to catch her breath. He ran a thumb along her cheek, swiping up some of the spit and rubbing it against her lips.
"Absolutely beautiful."
She braced her hands on his thighs and took a deep breath, then wrapped her mouth around him and slid his cock right back down all the way on her own. He was already teetering on the edge, ready to spill down her throat when she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him hard.
"Oh, shiiit."
He couldn't hold back any longer and exploded over her tongue. She held him in her mouth as he finished, swallowing down every last drop before she released him and watched him twitch with aftershocks, a very satisfied grin on both their faces.
He slid sideways on the couch and tugged her up from her knees, pulling her on top of him. She melted into his embrace and curled up in his arms with a contented sigh. He couldn't hold still, running his hands over every inch of her he could reach and pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and neck. As long as this never stopped, everything would be fine.
She wasn't keeping close track of the time, laying in a foggy haze of pleasure, but after what felt like an impossibly short moment, she felt his cock twitch to life against her side.
"...are you getting hard again?"
"Uh, yeah? Obviously. You're extremely hot. And also naked. It's kind of unavoidable."
She flushed at the compliment. "I just meant it's really soon after you already came."
He blinked at her a few times. "It's been at least fifteen minutes, that's plenty."
She shook her head, making another mental note for the 'weird shit about Vigilante' file when she felt his cock nudge her side again and made a decision. She carefully extricated herself from his hold and stood up, reaching out a hand out to him.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
"Oh, okay yeah. I guess you're tired. That makes sense." He looked up at her, eyes trailing up her body to her face but getting stuck halfway up her chest, focusing on her tits instead.
"No! Vig." She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Not for sleeping."
"...then for what?"
"You. In bed. With me. Together. Awake."
She stood there naked in front of him speaking patiently, staring at his erection and waiting for him to connect the dots.
After a brief pause, he finally had a lightbulb moment of realization. "Oh! Holy shit, yes."
She nodded and he scrambled off the couch, scooping her off her feet and quickly carrying her over to the bed. He promptly dropped her down in the middle of the mattress
She giggled a little at his enthusiasm as she bounced on impact against the soft surface. She scooted back against the pillows and slowly spread her legs apart. He couldn't help but moan at the sight of her on full display for him, open wide and waiting.
As he crawled up the bed to meet her, she focused on the pitch black of his mask and the strip of red glass hiding his eyes. The dark armour was in such sharp contrast to the rest of his exposed and naked form. She was fully exposed to him but he could only show her almost everything about himself. That was more than enough for now.
He gripped the base of his cock and pumped it into his hand a few times before leaning over her. He started teasing the head against her slick folds, gathering some of the wetness.
"Viiiig…" She whined, grabbing at his upper arms.
"Yes?" He tapped his cockhead against her clit and smirked when her hips jolted.
"Stop teasing me!"
"You want me to stop, hm?" He held still for a moment and laughed at her when she immediately pouted up at him.
She bucked her hips forward, desperately trying to nudge his cock further in. "Don't you fucking dare."
He chuckled again and pulled his hips back, thwarting her efforts.
"Calm down. I'm just trying to warm you up, I don't want to hurt you."
She huffed in frustration. "I can take it, just fuck me already!"
He looked at her closely as she glared up at him. Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dark, pupils blown out wide with a hungry expression.
"You sure?"
The corner of his lips twitched up into that godforsaken grin. He slid his cock against her folds one more time before lining up his hard length at her entrance. He didn't want to hurt her but if she insisted, well…
She bucked her hips towards him again and practically yelled. "Yes!"
"Alright. Just remember, you asked for it."
He pushed all the way in with a single thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her within seconds. She shrieked at the sharp sting as he stretched her wide open and quickly bottomed out deep inside.
Her noises quickly melted into whimpers and her eyes rolled back as the pain faded and the complete and utter fullness of having him sheathed fully inside her overwhelmed her.
"Damn. I guess you can take it." He held still as she squirmed against him.
"Honestly, I wasn't sure I'd fit. You're so fucking tight. You know what they say, tiny hands, tiny pus-"
"Finish that sentence and I'll fucking shoot you." She reached out and wrapped a hand around his throat as she hissed out the threat.
He was going to wait patiently, give her a few moments to adjust, but that's certainly not what she wanted right now.
"Move, now." She squeezed the sides of his neck along with her demand. For a moment she worried she may have gone too far as he completely froze under her grip but she watched carefully as the outline of his eyes fluttered shut behind his visor and his fingertips dug harder into her thighs with a barely audible whimper escaping his lips.
He started to roll his hips against her, ever so slowly dragging his cock along her walls.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"Fuck, yes." Her voice was breathless and raw, and her grip on his neck loosened as she threw her head back against the pillows.
He took the opportunity to wrench her hand away from his neck and grab her other hand, pinning them both beside her head. He leaned over, pressing his chest flat against hers and caging her against the mattress with his body. He peppered small kisses all along her cheek, jaw and throat, anywhere he could reach.
"I meant it, by the way." He panted out, looking down at her. "So fucking tight."
His weight on top of her pinned her to the mattress along with her hands, she was unable to do anything but take what he was giving her. He picked up the pace, the sound of her moans spurring him on.
He couldn't help but smile at the absolute vision underneath him. She was taking him so well, crying out with each thrust and biting down on her bottom lip as she looked up at him with glassy eyes.
"So fucking perfect."
He suddenly snapped his hips up harshly, bottoming out and grinding his hips against her.
"Fuck, Vig!" She practically screamed as she writhed against him.
He had a smug grin plastered on his face as he listened to her shout.
"Hey, do me a favour?"
She squinted at him, this was a pretty strange time to ask for favours. "Uh, okay?"
"Next time you scream my name, can you say the whole thing?"
She puffed out her cheeks, now glowing red with embarrassment. "I am not screaming!"
He cocked his head to the side. "You sure?" His grin widened. "Does that mean you can get louder?"
"I-I…" She stuttered, failing to come up with a reply.
"Yeah? You gonna scream for me?"
Something daring sparked in her eyes as she looked back at him, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Make me."
His expression turned downright predatory as he stared at her and her heart sped up at the dangerous look. He released her hands from beside her head and leaned back. He slid his palms along the backs of her thighs up behind her knees, and he slowly pressed her legs further into the mattress.
"You asked for it." His voice was barely above a whisper but carried the same dangerous tone as his face.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he set a punishing pace, every thrust shoving her further into the mattress. The new angle let his cock hit deeper inside her, brushing against her G-spot and making her feel impossibly full.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she clung to him, desperately raking her nails over his shoulders as he pounded into her. Her tits bounced with every pump of his hips, her tender nipples rubbing back and forth against his chiselled chest, sending pure fire through her veins.
He bit down on her shoulder and she yelped, her cunt clenching around him. He groaned as her walls squeezed him tightly, his harsh grip on her hips digging bruises into her flesh.
"That's it, as loud as you can."
At this point, she wasn't sure which was louder, the sounds of pleasure he was wringing from her or the creaking springs of the shitty motel bed.
He slammed his hips back into her and fucked her relentlessly, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He hit just the right spot at the exact moment he clamped his teeth hard around her breast, right over her nipple. The mix of delicious pleasure and sharp pain caused her to shriek the loudest she could.
"Atta girl."
He placed kisses all along her chest and up her neck, mumbling half-hearted nonsense into her skin. She caught random words through the haze of her pleasure.
"So pretty…"
"…feel so good."
"So fucking loud."
Beads of sweat dripped down his temples, his mask sticking to his forehead as he kept up the pace and sent them both hurtling toward the finish line.
"Where do you want…?"
She could barely form coherent thoughts but managed to choke out an answer. "Inside."
He groaned loudly, his hips stuttering and eyes rolling back behind his visor at the suggestion.
"Seriously? Are you sure?"
"It's fine, I'm -ahh- …it's safe!"
She locked her ankles behind him and pulled him as close as possible, holding him in place inside her. Her nails dragged across his back and shoulders, leaving angry red scratches as she pressed every inch of herself against him.
He sunk his teeth into her shoulder in a vicious bite, right over top of the small mark he had left there the night before. The shock sent her flying over the edge, walls tightly fluttering around his cock as she screamed his name and shattered in his arms.
He continued to fuck her through her high, trying desperately to hold on and drag it out as long as possible for the both of them. She felt like heaven and he never wanted to leave.
She was going to scream herself hoarse if he kept going at this rate, so she bit down on his shoulder to muffle herself. He whimpered loudly as she caught the hard muscle between her teeth and she felt his hips stutter as his pace finally started to falter.
"Come on." She whispered encouragement into his neck, "Cum for me, Vigilante." She drew out each syllable of his chosen name breathlessly in his ear before she leaned down and sunk her teeth into the side of his throat.
"Fuckfuckfuck!" He practically howled as he came undone, emptying his aching cock deep inside her. She held him close, peppering kisses along the bite marks she'd left as he went limp in her arms.
He slowly eased his softening cock out and collapsed on the bed beside her, careful not to crush her under his weight. They both lay there for a moment, shaky and sweaty, trying to catch their breath as they floated back down to Earth together.
"You're sure this was okay?" He had sat up and his gaze was firmly lowered on her exposed pussy, drenched in a mix of their cum.
She nodded. "Yeah, it's a whole thing. No kids."
He only hummed softly in response, clearly distracted by the sight in front of him. He leaned over and brushed his fingers against her dripping cunt, smearing his cum against her clit. She twitched, still slightly sensitive and he slowed his pace.
"You're making a mess." She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched his awestruck expression staring at the mess leaking out of her.
Another quiet hum was the only response he gave as he continued to run his fingers through the mix of their combined fluids.
She gave him another moment or two before gently grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.
"That's enough of that, I need to clean this up." She tugged his hand up to her mouth and quickly stuck his fingers in her mouth. He watched in wide-eyed silence as she licked them clean. She released them with a small pop only when no trace of their mess remained.
"Hand me the tissues?"
Vig snapped out of his trance, wordlessly grabbing the box sitting on the nightstand and handing it to her before flopping down on the mattress next to her.
"Give me twenty minutes and we can do that again." He quickly glanced down at the glistening mess between her thighs. "Maybe ten…"
She rolled her eyes as she cleaned herself up. "Again, seriously? Are you sure you don't have superpowers?"
He just laughed and started trailing kisses down her neck, following the path of the bites he had decorated her with. She swatted his face away from her body before he started something she was way too tired to finish. After the day they'd had, she was absolutely exhausted. She rolled over to face him and before she could say anything she failed to contain a wide yawn.
"I think it's bedtime." She carefully extricated herself from his embrace and got off the bed. "Come on, Vig."
"I'm already in bed though?"
She glanced down at the sweat (and other fluids) soaked covers crumpled on the bed he was laying on.
"We kind of ruined the sheets on this one. I'm not going to make you sleep in the wet spot, we'll just share." She climbed into the other twin bed and pulled back the covers, motioning for him to join her.
She moved over as much as she could but there still wasn't much space. Vigilante stood awkwardly at the edge of the bed fidgeting with the duvet.
"You alright?"
"Um, I just …don't usually don't get to stay for this part." He admitted as he cautiously climbed onto the bed next to her.
She snorted at his shyness, finding it deeply amusing that the man who just came inside her was being so awkward about some cuddling. Rolling over to her side, she reached over and gently took one of his arms, pulling it under her head before taking the other and draping it over her waist. She tried her best to reassure him.
“You can touch me, it's okay.”
He shifted a little behind her. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, it's fine. Just don- oof!" She was cut off mid-sentence as he wrapped his arm around her middle and yanked her backwards into his chest. He held her firmly against him and buried his face in her shoulder, folding around her like a cocoon.
"…don't move around too much." She managed to finish her sentence.
"Okie doke." He mumbled in response.
She smiled into the pillow at his silly tone and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body as he held her. "Goodnight, Vigilante."
He placed a small kiss on her shoulder before fidgeting with his mask, then he settled back against the pillows.
"Goodnight."
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A/N: Holy shit we made it, the slow burn is a full-on inferno. Thank you all for sticking through 20k of exposition just to get here 😂 This was such a challenging chapter to finish but I really hope it was worth it and you all enjoyed it! This is just the beginning for these two, don't worry. Please let me know what you think :) Feedback makes my world go round.
PS: I've mapped out the rest of this series, there should be about 18-20 chapters in total. Chapters 7 and 8 are already half done and hopefully there won't be such a long delay between future updates~
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Pair of Aces - Chapter 5. Day Five
Pair of Aces
Chapter: 5. Day Five
Rating: M
Word Count: 3.4k~
Summary: Vigilante makes a key discovery in the Butterfly's plan and our pair gets a little closer.
Chapter Content: Mentions of Violence, Bad Flirting (kind of)
A/N: This chapter is finally done thank god. It’s a little shorter than the others but these two are getting sooooo close, we’re almost at the tipping point!
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She woke up the next morning and instantly regretted it. A pounding headache and dry mouth greeted her with reminders of how much she drank the night before. She dragged herself to the bathroom, pointedly ignoring the masked man happily humming on the other side of the room. How the fuck was he so cheery? She felt like she’d been run over by a truck.
She leant over the sink and splashed cold water on her face, staring into the mirror with bleary hungover eyes.
I am never drinking again.
It was a blatant lie, the same thing she said to herself after every hangover. It never stuck but she found comfort in the little routine, berating herself for embarrassing decisions took some of the edge off. And fuck, was last night embarrassing. Embarrassing, inappropriate, unprofessional…
…super fucking hot.
She shook her head again and splashed more water on her cheeks, groaning at her slowly slipping self-control. There wasn’t time for this kind of thing, there was work to do. She quickly got dressed, took a deep breath and steeled herself for another day.
She exited the bathroom and made her way back over to the beds. She quickly picked up the bowls from the nightstand and started to walk back across the room to prepare breakfast.
“Um, do you have anything that isn’t oatmeal?” Vigilante hesitantly piped up, sitting up on his bed and watching her with the bowls.
She chuckled, moved back to her bed and set the bowls back down. “Not into another morning of maple?”
He shook his head at her as she started rummaging through her pack. “Alright, I’ve got granola bars and some apples.” She stood back up with the items in her hand and offered them to him.
He got up and grabbed a chocolate chip granola bar and an apple before moving over and sitting down on the couch. “Thanks. Do you always have so many snacks?”
She sat down next to him and unwrapped a granola bar. “Yeah, I’m pretty much always on the move so I got used to taking food everywhere with me.”
He nodded. “Makes sense. It’s really useful.” He rolled up his mask and smiled at her before taking a bite of the shiny red apple. She couldn’t help but watch as his incisors tore into the fruit, shredding the ripe flesh between his teeth.
Oh, come on! It’s too early for this.
She forced herself to avert her gaze and pulled out her phone instead, deciding to flip through her camera roll and ignore him.
“Whatcha looking at?” His muffled voice rang out through a mouthful of apple bits.
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t talk with your mouth full! I’m looking at the photos from the farmhouse.” She sighed and scrunched up her face in concentration on the images. “There’s something we’re missing, I know it. I just need to figure out what.”
He made sure he had chewed and swallowed before responding to her. “Can I take a look?”
“Go ahead.” She shrugged and handed him the phone. “It just doesn’t make sense. Absolutely no one could be living in that place, but half a dozen people came out of nowhere.” She groaned in annoyance and balled up her granola bar wrapper, throwing it on the coffee table with more force than necessary.
He didn’t respond, intently focused on the pictures of the various rooms inside the farmhouse. They sat silently for a few moments while Vig scrolled through the images. Suddenly, he turned towards her with another smile.
“There.”
He handed back the device and pointed to the left corner. On the screen was the kitchen area of the building. It had scratched flooring and chipped counters wall to wall, with broken pipes and rusted appliances scattered around. She looked carefully at the corner Vigilante was pointing to but she didn’t see anything unusual.
“There what? What am I looking for?”
He leaned in and tapped the screen again in the lower corner. “Look at the floorboards.” She squinted at the zoomed-in floor. In the back corner, there was a large chunk of crown moulding missing and a dark gap between the edge of the wall and the floor.
“Okay? There’s …a hole?” She was still confused.
“Back at the Goff mansion, Peacemaker and I ended up in this weird sub-basement. It was dug out underground.” Vigilante explained. “Butterflies are insects, right? I think they like to burrow.”
Her eyes lit up with understanding. “There’s something under the house!”
He nodded and grinned at her. “Exactly.”
“This might be what we’ve been missing the whole time. Come on!” She leapt off the couch and rushed over to her gear bag. “Let’s go check this out.”
Vig tossed his apple core in the garbage and grabbed his own bags. They both quickly headed out to the car and drove the short distance to the farmhouse. She was giddy with excitement at the possible discovery, hopeful it would explain what the fuck was happening out here.
She was the first one in the house this time, making sure it was still empty and undisturbed from their last visit the day before. Vigilante followed her in and they made their way to the kitchen to inspect that gap in the floorboards. He leaned down and closely examined the missing moulding and cracked floor before straightening up.
“There’s definitely something under here, give me a hand?”
She leaned down next to him and they both pried at the flooring. Several pieces pulled away and exposed the edge of a wooden plank stuck underneath. They worked together to pull more pieces away and slowly uncovered the full plank, revealing it to be a hatch with a metal pull ring in the center. Vig kicked away some of the debris from the corner, trying to clear a path around the edges.
She was briefly distracted by the fact he was using his right foot. “Hey, you’re not limping anymore? Is your foot okay?”
He looked over at her and then down at his right foot. “Oh! Yeah, it’s all better now.” She raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously and he tried to reassure her. “Seriously, it’s fine. I barely even notice it anymore.”
it wasn’t the right moment for this conversation so she let it slide, filing it away under the ‘weird Vigilante things’ mental folder she’d been slowly compiling the whole trip. Focusing back on the hatch, they finally got it free and were able to tug it open. The hatch revealed a ladder that descended into pitch-black darkness deep underneath the house.
“Holy shit, you were right.” She gave him an incredulous look before staring down into the dark pit.
“I’ll go first.” Vig was already stepping down onto the ladder while fishing out a flashlight from his utility belt.
“Be careful.”
He nodded at her before continuing on his descent, the torch lighting up the way down. After a minute or so she heard him hit the bottom and call up to her it was safe. She took a deep breath and started climbing down after him, grateful for the light he was shining for her.
When she reached the bottom, she steadied herself and tried to look around but the darkness enveloped everything outside the torch’s range. Vigilante was swinging the light around, looking for something.
“Here we go!” He exclaimed and lights flooded the area.
He had found a switch and dozens of overhead lamps all flickered on simultaneously, giving them a fully lit view of the space. She spun around, taking in the strange environment as best she could. It looked to be a large cavern, dug straight into the ground with strategically placed supports and beams holding it together.
“Stay close, we don’t know how deep this place goes.” He cautioned her and she agreed. Burrowing was definitely the correct word for this place, it was like a maze of tunnels. The hallways were wide enough for them to walk side by side as they explored the underground base. There were over a dozen long tunnels all connected with twists and turns through the space. Knocked-over crates, empty glass jars and several industrial hand trucks littered the floors and corners but she didn’t see anything else.
She tried to keep track of where there were going but quickly got turned around, everything looked the damn same. …except for that one.
“Hey, look!” She grabbed his arm and pointed to her left. She had spotted another ladder, different than the one they had climbed down initially. She tugged him over towards it and looked up, seeing another wooden hatch at the top.
Without a word, Vigilante grabbed onto the ladder and started the climb.
“Be careful, you don’t know what’s up there!” She called up to him as he pushed open the hatch and poked his head through.
“Oh, fuck!” Vig yelled out and ducked down, quickly closing the hatch behind him and racing back down the ladder.
“What happened? Are you ok?”
He was coughing and trying to take deep breaths through his mask. “It leads to that pasture I shot all the Butterflies in. The bodies are still there.” He gagged again. “Out in this heat, it’s fucking disgusting.”
She grimaced in sympathy, having dealt with her share of corpses before. She grabbed one of the crates laying around and turned it over so they could both sit down.
“What the fuck is this place?” She sighed. There was so much new information from their discovery but she was still confused. These tunnels were clearly how they got all those people into the house without anyone seeing them. But what for?
“Why would they drive to the pasture if they had these tunnels?” She closed her eyes and tried to remember exactly what had happened the other day. Seven people had come out, gotten in the truck and driven to the pasture. Then they…what did they do? Before Vig shot them, they did something. What was it?
She was interrupted from her thoughts by Vigilante suddenly shoving her off the crate.
“Hey! What the fu-” She started to yell at him but she quickly shut up as he kicked the crate over and reached inside. He pulled out what looked to be a clipboard that had been stuck in one of the broken slats on the crate. Flipping it over, he held it out so they could both see it. Big bold letters marked the top of the page clipped to the board.
GLEN TAI BOTTLING COMPANY - DELIVERY INVOICE
The words stared back at her. What was Glen Tai? Deliveries?
“The bottles.” Vig spoke quietly and she turned to look at him. “They’re transporting crates of those glass jars with liquid inside them.”
That was what the Butterflies were doing in the pasture, she remembered now. They pulled jars out of a crate and ingested something from them. She looked around at all the tunnels surrounding them, at all the broken crates and jars on the ground.
“This is a food transport system.”
She understood now. Well, as much as she understood anything to do with the Butterflys currently. What she did know was they weren’t fully human, they needed this liquid and they were definitely using these tunnels to distribute it.
She looked over at Vig and he was staring down at the clipboard still.
“There’s a delivery scheduled for tomorrow.” He handed her the invoice and she quickly scanned the page. It looked like they had regular deliveries to this area, coming in and out through the farmhouse and god knows where else through these tunnels. Lucky for them, there was a drop-off listed for the following afternoon.
“Well, then I guess we’ll have to come visit them tomorrow!” She sounded chipper at the thought.
Vigilante cocked his head to the side in confusion. “And do what?”
She looked at him with a grin. “And kill every single last one of them.”
They raced back through the tunnels, only getting lost twice which felt like an accomplishment. Surfacing in the dilapidated farmhouse they quickly headed back to the Sebring.
He stopped before opening the car door and turned towards her. “Hey, I know we didn’t kill anyone today but can we still get pizza?”
She thought for a moment, then smiled at him. “Okay, sure. Finding that hatch was a stroke of genius so I’ll agree to a victory pizza. Same toppings as last time?”
Vigilante nodded happily as they hopped in and he pulled the car onto the main road, heading toward the town. A short stop at the pizza place and they were back in the motel enjoying the hot pepperoni and mushroom goodness.
They ate mostly in silence, deeply engrossed in the food after a long day exploring weird caves. It was a comfortable silence, they were both trying to understand exactly what was happening down there and what would go down tomorrow.
She eyed the pizza sitting on the coffee table. She knew she had finished her half of the pizza but there was one slice left in the box, taunting her. He wouldn’t mind, right? It was just one slice. She reached over and quickly snagged it out of the box, consequences be damned.
“Hey, that was mine!” She glanced over at the outburst, his outrage at her thievery evident. She raised the slice to her mouth in defiance but froze when she saw the deadly serious look on his face. His jaw was clenched and his eyes narrowed behind the red visor glass, staring her down.
Oh shit.
She leapt up from the couch and tried to quickly move the slice in her hand far away from him before he pounced. Unfortunately, he was faster than her and managed to snake his arms around her waist, pulling her back into him and preventing her escape.
"Stealing is a crime you know!" He growled in her ear.
She froze again, completely distracted by how he was pressed into her and holding her firmly in place against him. She could feel the heat from his body radiating through his t-shirt as he tugged her into his solid grip.
He slid one arm out to grab her elbow and pull her arm back towards him, trying to maneuver the pizza slice into his open mouth for a bite. She quickly realized his intentions and twisted away, trying to break his grip at the last second. He refused to let her go and was pulled forward, sinking his teeth into her shoulder instead of the pizza.
He stilled immediately, teeth still clamped onto her skin. He expected to be met with the usual 'No biting!' like Peacemaker always yelled, or at least some sort of angry response. Instead, she reacted by arching into him with a barely disguised whimper escaping from the back of her throat. Surprised, he slowly released her shoulder from the clutch of his teeth.
She immediately started to yell at him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "What the fuck!"
"I was aiming for the food!"
"Well, you fucking missed!" She hissed, renewing her struggle against his hold.
He wrapped his free arm back around her ribs and forced her to hold still while he leaned in, muttering lowly in her ear. "...did you enjoy that?"
“Dude, what the hell!” She protested strongly, this was not a conversation she wanted to have right now.
“What? It sure sounded like it, I want to know.”
She flailed even harder against him trying to get away. “Just let me go!”
"Nuh-uh." He chastised her attempt and gripped her even harder, pulling her tight against his chest. "Food for your freedom, those are the terms."
"I don't negotiate with terrorists!" All her efforts to break out of his hold were futile, but she was hoping the movement would help disguise just how hard she was breathing.
"Is this you being terrorized?" He laughed right by her ear, his breath ghosting against the cool streak of saliva still decorating the imprint he left on her shoulder. Shivers raced down her spine at the sudden sensation and she stopped struggling, still trapped in his arms.
"How about this, give me the pizza and I'll bite you again." He stated plainly, in that cursed nonchalant tone.
"Don't you mean or? Like a threat?"
"Nope."
She could practically hear the grin on his face widen.
Oh goddammit.
If he hadn’t been holding her up, she’s certain she would have fallen on the floor with how quickly her knees are turning to jelly. She needed this to stop before she made a mistake.
“Don’t. Just take it.” She mumbled and raised the slice in her hand back towards him without looking, then went limp in his arms. “Please let me go now.”
He immediately dropped his grasp on her and slowly took the piece of pizza. She stepped away, trying to put as much distance between them as she could. He frowned, watching her practically run away from him.
“Hey. I was just teasing, you didn’t have t-”
She cut him off with a shake of her head. “It’s your slice! I just don’t feel well, still kind of hungover.”
He relaxed a little but still looked at her warily. “Do you need anything?”
“Um, water maybe?” She was surprised at his offer but she was in fact thirsty.
He nodded and walked over to the nightstand, grabbing one of the leftover glasses from the previous evening with one hand while he munched on his recovered slice of pizza. He filled the glass with water from the tap and brought it out to her.
“Thanks.” She sipped the water slowly. There was a moment of silence between them, broken up only by Vig chewing the last few bites of the food.
Eventually, she broke the slightly tense atmosphere with a question she thought would distract him. “So, for tomorrow. What kind of firepower do you think we’ll need?”
She was correct, he jumped at the question and spent the next few hours going through every single weapon the two of them had brought. She bit her tongue and let him pick up each and every blade in her cases, listening as he explained exactly how he would use each one in their mission tomorrow. He wanted to bring everything, who knows what they would need? She cautiously reminded him they couldn’t carry all of that down with them and that they needed to prioritize.
“You can’t bring thirty-seven blades with you Vig. You only have two hands, come on.”
“But they’re all different!” He whined. “What if we need a specific knife and you didn’t let me bring it and then the whole thing goes to shit and we both die? What then!”
She crossed her arms. “We are not going to die because I didn’t let you bring both a four-inch and a six-inch model of the same damn knife.”
“You don’t know that!”
“The great and talented Vigilante, taken down because of a slightly too short knife?” She raised an eyebrow at him and grinned. “I thought you were better than that.”
He scowled at her, easily rising to the bait. “It wouldn't be my fault, it would be yours but fine! I’ll just have to use my awesome skills to compensate for your unreasonably limited weapon choices.”
She rolled her eyes as she packed away the ten knives she had allowed him to select from her collection. He did have decent taste, the selection contained several of her favourites. She placed them in her large duffel bag next to the stash of guns, ammo and adhesive explosives that Task Force X had included in their gear. Those would be coming in especially handy for tomorrow.
Vig called out to her after she had finished with the gear. “Get some sleep, you’ll need it.”
She gave him a small smile as thanks, flicked off the lights and crawled into bed. Before she closed her eyes and drifted off, she gently ran a finger over the small mark on her shoulder and thought about the man across the room responsible for it. She just had to survive one more night with him.
Just one more night.
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A/N: These two, I swear to god. Idiots, the both of them lol. Just one night left! Let me know what you think so far :)
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Pair of Aces - Chapter 3. Day Three
Pair of Aces
Chapter: 3. Day Three
Rating: M
Word Count: 5.6k~
Summary: Our pair finally head out into the field to track Butterflies and Vigilante gets the opportunity to demonstrate his skills.
Chapter Content: Descriptions of violence/Canon-typical Violence, Weapons (Guns, Knives), Mild Blood/gore
A/N: Whoops this took way longer than expected to finish but it ended up way longer than I originally planned so here we go! More tension and some much-needed mission action where Vig finally gets to show off a bit. I hope you enjoy it~
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She woke up late the next morning, grateful to actually have gotten some rest for the first time since she arrived in town. Vigilante was already awake. He was puttering around the room, focused on sorting out his armour pieces on his bed with his mask already on.
“How long have you been up?”
He jumped, not realizing she was awake. He turned towards her and shrugged. “A while, I don’t sleep much.”
“Have you eaten?” She pulled out two packets of instant oatmeal and two travel bowls from her pack.
He eyed the packets suspiciously as she held them up to him. “What flavour?”
“Maple and brown sugar, duh.”
He nodded his approval and she moved around him to fill the bowls with water and pop them in the microwave. She carefully handed him the warm bowl with a spoon and sat down on the edge of her bed to eat. He turned his back to her and rolled up the bottom of his mask before popping a spoonful of oatmeal into his now-exposed mouth.
“Seriously dude? You won’t even let me see you eat?”
“Safety precaution, I told you.” He huffed, blowing on his spoon to cool down the hot breakfast.
She rolled her eyes. “I can’t identify you in a lineup from just your chin.” He didn’t respond and continued to eat with his back to her. She was annoyed but decided not to press the topic. He got weirdly defensive every time it came up and she didn’t want to push it this early on.
She quickly finished her own bowl and rinsed it off in the sink. She walked around the motel room to grab her gear bag and unpack the equipment they’d need for the mission. She pulled out a gun case and several smaller attachés filled with blades. The second she unlatched the case, Vigilante popped up over her shoulder.
“Oh cool, a Walther PPK! Kinda small though isn't it?”
She rolled her eyes and tried not to snap at him. "It's not small, it's perfectly normal-sized."
"It's totally not normal, it's tiny." He looked down at the gun with a judgemental tone.
She gently removed it from the case, showing him how it fits perfectly in her grip before placing it back down.
"See, normal size! Don't shame me!"
He grabbed her wrist and held her hand still as he raised his own palm and pressed it against hers. She hadn't paid much attention to his hands before, she'd barely even noticed he hadn't put his gloves on yet.
But now she couldn’t help but stare as his large palm dwarfed hers entirely. His long thick fingers folded over the top of hers, covering her hand.
"See? Definitely not normal, you just have tiny hands."
She yanked her hand out of her grip and scowled at him. "I have normal hands, shut up.”
She rolled her eyes at him again and stepped back to make some space between them. “Let me guess, you use something insanely impractical like a Desert Eagle."
He laughed and shook his head. "Nah, that's more Peacemaker’s style. I keep it simple." He pulled out his gun belt from his pile of gear and snapped his pistol out of its holster.
He held it up for her and she immediately recognized it. A Walther PP, the same line as hers but a bulkier original model. The pistol was modded with a custom bronze-tinted shell, an understated look that she thought was surprising for Vigilante.
"Bronze? What, did they not come in teal?" She couldn't hold her tongue on that one, friendship order be damned.
His shoulders sagged as he sadly replied, "No! They couldn't even custom order it for me and I definitely asked. Like, a lot."
Of course, you did.
She bit the inside of her cheek to keep the snark to a minimum.
"Well, it's a decent weapon regardless of colour. You seem well equipped." She gestured towards the assembled pile on top of his mattress. His second pistol, an assortment of knives and his sword lay on top.
He cocked his head to the side before he realized she was looking at his weapons stash.
"Oh! Yeah, uh. I like to have options."
She laughed lightly. "Well, that's another thing we have in common."
She grabbed one of the attachés and opened it up for him to see. It was neatly packed with a variety of blades. The selection included a set of black throwing knives, several fixed blades with serrated edges and a pair of push daggers. She quickly unpacked the other case to reveal an assortment of folding blades, smaller throwing knives and a purple satin pouch.
He immediately reached over to grab one of the serrated blades and she smacked his hand away, shooting him an annoyed look.
"Watch it! Didn't your mom ever teach you not to grab things that aren't yours?"
"Nope." He reached back around her to try and grab it again so she smacked him a bit harder.
He yelped and pulled back his hand. "Hey, that hurt!" She's not certain but it sounded like he was pouting behind his mask.
"If you want to touch something, ask nicely first."
He sighed and crossed his arms childishly. "Fiiiine. May I touch the cool knives?" He hesitated for a second and then added a rushed 'please' at the end.
She chuckled at his petulant tone. "Okay, fine. But I'm not responsible if you hurt yourself."
He scoffed. "As if! You were the one who called me an 'impressively talented marksman', thank you very much!"
She raised an eyebrow. "That was with a rifle, not knives."
"Yeah well, I'm good with blades too."
She started to fire back a snarky response but was caught off guard as he deftly picked up a short-handled serrated blade. He spun it between his fingers, effortlessly flipping it around in his hand.
Okay, maybe he was right about being good with blades.
She watched the expert movements in shock, observing how he made the razor-sharp edge glide and twirl through the air with delicate precision.
Good might be an understatement, actually. Damn.
For someone who had never previously cared about hands, she was certainly doing a lot of staring at them today. She shook her head to clear her distracted thoughts.
“Alright, enough screwing around." She gestured for him to give back the blade. "We’ve got to head out soon. Did you get the coordinates from Harcourt?” She was back in business mode, mind focused on sorting the rest of her gear instead of his large and talented hands.
Vigilante sighed in disappointment but dutifully placed the knife back in the case and pulled out his phone.
“Yeah, the location isn’t far from here. Maybe a fifteen-minute drive? The road access cuts off and there are some woodlands nearby. We can set up there, it has a decent view of the place.”
Their assignment was simple. There was a rural farmhouse sitting on a large acreage outside of Evergreen. ARGUS had tracked some activity in the area and their intel indicated a group of suspected Butterflies were using it as a hub of some kind. The pair were supposed to set up onsite surveillance and confirm the presence of Butterflies in the house. At any sign of trouble or Butterflies on the move, orders were to shoot on sight.
She buckled her pistol into her belt holster and picked out a selection of knives to bring, carefully sliding something small out of the purple pouch and tucking it into a belt pocket when she thought Vig wasn’t looking. Her pack had the rest of the essentials needed for field missions, including an ample supply of granola bars, a GPS tracker and first aid supplies. After confirming Vigilante already had the Task Force X-issued rifle, scope and cameras in the car and triple checking her weapon selection, she was ready to go.
While she had geared up, Vigilante had done the same but faster. Waiting by the motel room door in full gear, he was antsy to get going. He opened the door for her and followed her out, locking it behind them. The pair climbed into the Sebring and pulled out of the motel lot. Vigilante was right, the site wasn't very far at all and they quickly turned off the rural road and tucked the car behind some foliage.
Vig opened the trunk, shouldered the rifle bag and grabbed the cameras. She had oriented herself quickly in the unfamiliar location and started to make her way through the woods. He followed closely behind her as they walked a short way and up a small hill. Once at the top, they had a full view of the acreage below. A large weather-worn farmhouse sat towards the front of the property, resting at the end of a wide gravel drive. Peeling red paint and a rotting deck tarnished what must have been a nice building at a previous point in time.
Setting up the cameras was the first order of business. They had a great view of the house and rigged up the surveillance easily, with one covering the front door and two on the back of the property and driveway. The next task was setting up the rifle.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" She asked him suspiciously, watching him swear under his breath as he fumbled with the rifle.
"Yes! Just give me a minute." He muttered back at her.
“Alright, fine.”
She turned away from him, grabbed a pair of binoculars from the kit and started scoping out the farmhouse. The state of the place was abysmal. The entire exterior was in disrepair with several windows cracked or broken and holes in the screens. Broken appliances and other junk littered the back.
How could anyone live in a place like this?
Frankly, it looked like no one was. Nothing looked recently used or accessed. There was no sign of life in or around the building. She frowned. This didn't match the intel.
Vigilante had finished setting up his stuff and plopped down beside her.
"So what's the deal?"
She sighed and pulled the binoculars down.
"It doesn't look like anyone's here. Honestly, it doesn't look like anyone's been here in years."
Vigilante groaned. "This isn't going to be fun is it?"
She shook her head at him. "Probably not."
As the day wore on, she was proven correct about that. Several hours had passed with no activity on the entire property.
The ground was hard and uncomfortable and Vigilante was restless. He was constantly moving around, humming to himself and generally complaining about the lack of action. He was making a lot of noise and it had started to annoy her.
“This is sooo boring,” Vigilante whined, fidgeting from his place on the ground.
She sat back on her heels and looked at him with a tired glare. “It’s recon work, it’s not supposed to be exciting.”
“Aren’t there supposed to be people here? What’s the point of us being here if this place is empty?”
As if on cue, they heard a crunching noise and watched as a large white cargo van drove up the gravel path leading to the house. They saw a tall man climb out of the driver's seat and enter the dilapidated building.
“Fucking finally!” Vigilante hops up off the ground and starts heading down the hill.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She grabbed him by the collar of his chest piece and yanked him back.
“Uh, I’m going to go kill that guy? Obviously.”
His nonchalant tone irritated her to no end. "No, you're not! Do you even know what recon means?"
He paused, thinking hard for a moment. "Re…constitute?"
Her face contorted in a mix of disbelief and frustration. "What? No! Why the fuck would it be reconstitute?" She shook her head at him. "It means reconnaissance."
"Is that French? How would I know that? I don't speak French!"
She sighed. "It's technically a loan word."
"A what?"
She successfully resisted the urge to hit him. "It's a word that was originally French but it was used so much that it became considered part of the English language too."
"Man, language is weird.” His voice got a little quieter. “So…what does it mean?"
She sighed again. “It means surveying. We’re just here gathering information, waiting and watching for a headcount on potential targets and their travel patterns. You can't just run in guns blazing!”
“Really?” He seemed surprised. “It works pretty well for me.”
Continuing to resist the urge to hit him was becoming more and more difficult for her. “We don’t even know if that guy is a Butterfly or not. We just need to keep an eye on him and be stealthy. Can you do that?
He crossed his arms across his chest and nodded. “I can be very stealthy.”
She squinted at him. “I kind of don't believe you.”
“It's true!” He protested a bit too loudly. “I am a master of stealth.”
“And being quiet?”
“If I’m quiet can I kill that guy soon?”
She thought for a moment and the temptation of his silence won out. “If he’s a Butterfly, yes.”
Vigilante sighed but accepted her answer, scrambling up off the ground.
“Remember, only if you’re quiet. We’re just watching for now.” She warned him.
He mimed zipping his mouth closed and nodded silently. She raised a doubtful eyebrow but nodded in return and turned back to the farmhouse with her binoculars. She watched the man walk by one of the cracked windows and then lost sight of him. She sat down on the ground and tried to find a comfortable position on the hard dirt.
She lost track of how much time she had spent staring through the cracked windows. Even though she knew someone was now inside, there was no sign of movement. She put the binoculars down in frustration. She refocused on her surroundings and noted it was actually quiet for once. She hadn’t heard Vigilante humming or muttering to himself in a while. She glanced over to where the rifle was set up but there was no sign of him.
Where was he?
Her thoughts were interrupted by two strong arms grabbing her from behind. She shrieked in surprise as the arms wrapped around her waist and suddenly she was in the air. Vigilante had snuck up behind her and grabbed her in a giant bear hug, lifting her off the ground and holding her tight against him.
"What the hell!" She tried not to scream at him but her voice carried anyways.
Once her initial shock wore off and she realised what he was doing, she immediately struggled against him to free herself. Unfortunately for her, she was unable to break his hold at all. She couldn't help but take note of how strong his grip was and how effortlessly he had picked her up.
She tried to get out of his hold again but ended up just flailing around uselessly. She stopped moving after she realised she was basically just grinding against him. He dared to laugh in her ear at her failed attempts to escape, which just incensed her further.
“Let me go!”
His grip around her tightened. "Only if you admit how super stealthy I am!"
She flailed some more before getting even more frustrated. She finally had enough, kicked her heel backwards and clipped him hard in the shin. He groaned in pain and finally released her. “Hey, no fair!”
She spun around and jabbed him in the chest with an accusatory finger. “We're supposed to be quiet! What if they heard that?”
He waved off her concern. “They didn't, it's fine.”
“How do you know?”
“Just trust me.”
She huffed and ignored him, picking up the binoculars from the ground to check for herself.
Goddammit.
He was right. There was no sign of movement inside the house and the man hadn’t come out to check on the noise.
"Can you at least admit I'm a master of stealth now?"
She grumbled to herself but well, technically he was right. “Fine, that was very fucking stealthy. But don't ever do that again, you got lucky this time Teal.”
“Teal?”
“Yeah.” She shrugged at him. “That’s your new nickname. Everyone gets one.”
“Everyone?”
“Everyone on the team." She started counting them off on her fingers. "There’s Big Red, Blondie, Dye-beard, New-girl-who’s-name-I-forget-but-seems-too-nice-for-this-job and Murn.”
“Just Murn? Why doesn't he get a nickname?”
She snorted. “Try giving that man a nickname and not die.”
“Oh. Yeah, fair.” He easily accepted her answer. “Her name’s Adebayo by the way.”
“Who?”
“The new girl. Leota Adebayo.”
“Huh." She nodded in appreciation. "Got it, thanks. I should try and remember that. She does seem nice.”
“She is! She’s my new fifth best friend. I told Peacemaker he should be friends with her too.”
“Wait, you rank your friends?”
“Yeah, obviously. Don’t you?”
“No! Who does that?”
Suddenly, the pair were interrupted by the slam of a front door. They both spun around in time to see the tall man exiting the farmhouse. They were stunned to see him being followed by half a dozen other people.
What the fuck!?
She grabbed the binoculars to get a better look at what was happening. The entire group was walking rigidly, with expressionless faces and dead eyes. One of the strangers trailed behind carrying a crate loaded with large glass bottles containing a strange liquid. The tall man climbed into the driver's seat of the van while the others filed robotically into the back.
"Shit! They're on the move." She cursed again and frantically grabbed her pack off the ground. She motioned to Vigilante to follow her and saw he had already grabbed the rifle and was headed in the same direction. They needed to get back to the Sebring as soon as possible and tail that cargo van.
"Where the fuck did all those people come from? What the fuck is happening?" She was out of breath as they ran to the vehicle and hopped in.
"No fucking idea but they're definitely Butterflies." He gunned the engine and pulled the car back around to face the road. Not a moment too soon as the white van rolled right past them. Vig started following them, slowly trailing behind to not get them spotted. After about five minutes the van pulled off into what looked like a dead end. As they followed down the turn the pair saw a wide stretch of land.
In the middle of the pasture was an open-walled barn structure. The group of Butterflies was milling around inside the structure silently. Each of them grabbed a glass jar of liquid from the case. She watched as they unscrewed the lids and extended a proboscis-like tongue and started lapping up the fluid.
"Oh, that's super gross." She mumbled to herself.
"See? Definitely Butterflies. Can I kill them now?"
She looked at Vigilante, who was bouncing around next to her waiting for the all-clear. The orders were to shoot on sight if things got weird.
"Yeah, fine. Go ahead."
He started humming happily to himself while he lined up the rifle scope.
"Think you can get them all?"
Vig snorted. "Uh, yeah. Not a problem."
She pulled out her binoculars and trained them on the targets. There were seven Butterflies in total, all standing around the open structure. She was grateful for the lack of walls, giving them both an easy view of the targets.
"Tell you what, drinks are on me if you can headshot every target." She was just kidding around. Despite Vigilante’s cockiness, she was sure he couldn’t pull that off.
He had finished setting up the rifle and was lining up his shot. “Deal. Count them for me.”
The first shot rang out and the tall male who had driven the van dropped to the ground as a bullet pierced through his forehead.
"One."
The Butterflies crowded over the body and looked around trying to locate the source of the shots. Vigilante fired again and caught another through the skull.
"Two."
The targets started to panic now, moving around and trying to scatter. Two more shots rang out in rapid succession. She watched two more Butterflies drop, one caught through the temple and one through the eye.
"Three. Four."
The remaining three had started to move faster, trying to flee the shelter. Vigilante fired again, taking down the closest one with another headshot.
"Five."
Is he seriously going to do it?
The Butterflies were running now and Vig needed to move fast. Two final shots echoed and the corresponding bodies dropped, unmoving with bullets lodged in the back of their skulls.
"Six. Seven."
Holy shit.
She spun towards him, dropping her binoculars. "Holy shit."
Vigilante leaned back from the rifle, still humming happily. "Told you I could do it."
"I didn't think it was possible. That was fucking amazing!" She grinned at him, wholly impressed with his performance. She hopped up off the ground and held out a hand to help him do the same.
“Alright hot shot, time to check your work.”
The pair quickly made their way down to the pasture. They needed to double-check check each Butterfly was actually dead and take some photos to ID them before sending a clean-up crew later on.
She trudged along the structure, looking down at the assorted bodies. Three were outside the building in the grass and the other four were scattered around inside. She left the furthest away ones to Vigilante and made her way around to the others. Dead, dead, dead. She still can barely believe he got all seven clean right through the head.
She walked towards the last body, one slumped against one of the building's support beams. She was right next to the corpse, looking at the hole in its head when suddenly something small twitched inside the wound. The body let out an inhuman screech and lurched upwards to grab at her.
She screamed in surprise as she tried to wrench herself away and not fall over. Vigilante rushed over and grabbed her by the waist, yanking her backwards and out of the corpse's grip. He slid a hand over her hip and grabbed something from her belt and flung it towards the Butterfly. A whirl of purple flew through the air and embedded itself deep into its head. Blood and some strange shimmery fluid sprayed across her at the impact, splashing across her face. Another screech sounded before growing quiet and the body slumped back over, unmoving.
“Hey, what the fuck!” She shoved him away and tried to wipe the mess from her face, only succeeding in smearing it more.
"You've got to get the things in their skulls or they don't stay down." He offered as an explanation.
“I really would've liked to have known that before now. That was fucking disgusting! And was that my knife?!” She whips around and leans down to inspect the Butterfly's corpse. With a solid yank, she pulled out the purple-handled blade from where it was embedded in the skull and glowered at him.
“What did I say about grabbing things?!” She practically screamed.
“It was kind of an emergency.” He threw his hands up in defence. “I had to think quickly!”
She scowled as she carefully inspected the knife for any damage, thankfully finding none.
Of course, he had to grab this one. Idiot.
He was annoyed with being yelled at by her. "You know I did just save you, you could say thank you. It's just a knife!"
She hesitated to answer. "This one is …special."
“Why is it unbalanced?”
She glared at him. “That's a security measure. It’s supposed to make it harder for someone to use if they steal it from me.”
“Huh.” He cocked his head to the side and looked at her. “It didn’t, by the way. It was really easy to compensate for.”
She narrowed her eyes, then stepped forward suddenly and wiped the sullied knife on his sleeve before slipping it back into her belt.
“Ew, gross! What did you do that for?” He jumped back and held out his sleeve to observe the new stain.
“You got blood on my face! Also, don’t take my stuff!” She snapped angrily and stomped out of the barn, sidestepping the rest of the Butterfly corpses. Vigilante trailed after her, muttering complaints about his ruined shirt.
They made their way back to the Sebring, slung the gear in the back and climbed in. She pulled down the passenger side mirror and inspected the smears of blood and who knows what else on her face. She grimaced at the disgusting sight and sighed in frustration at her appearance.
“Here.”
Vigilante nudged her and handed her a pack of wet wipes. She stared down at the offering for a moment before accepting the item. She opened the wipes and started cleaning her face, relaxing slightly.
“Thanks.”
“I’m sorry about the blood.” He meant it. He had reacted instinctively when she was in trouble, the splatter was an accident.
She finished dabbing the last spots on her face and handed him back the wet wipes. “And taking my knife?”
He huffed but continued. “Okay, yes. I’m also sorry for taking your knife.” He paused for a moment and then continued in a slightly more bitter tone. “Even though I totally saved your life. And also killed all the other people. And drove us everywhere.”
She crossed her arms in annoyance and raised her voice. “You want a thank you for doing your job?”
His shoulders sagged and the tone disappeared from his voice. “Kind of, yeah. I was trying to impress you.”
She lowered her arms and her volume to match. “Alright, theft of my property aside,” She shot him a look. “You did, in fact, impress me. You did a really good job today. I didn’t even think making every single one of those shots was possible but fuck, you killed it out there.”
He chuckled at her terrible play on words and seemed a bit more at ease after the praise. “I believe you owe me drinks now.”
She groaned, that was supposed to be a joke. “Fine. I’m nothing if not a woman of my word. What’s your poison of choice?”
He thought for a moment before deciding. “Whiskey.”
She whipped out her phone and checked their location. “Alright, the nearest liquor store back in town is closed for tonight so I’ll have to grab your victory drinks tomorrow. But there’s good news, the pizza place near the motel is still open.” She held her phone out towards him so he could see the menu. “Go ahead and pick the toppings.”
“You’re letting me choose?” He was confused seeing as she had just been very mad at him.
She rolled her eyes. “Standard protocol, the agent with the highest body count each mission picks the pizza. No sense breaking from tradition.”
He took the phone from her and selected his favourite combo, double pepperoni and bacon, before handing it back. He pulled the Sebring out of the brush and got on the road heading back towards the motel.
The ride back was quiet. Vig pulled up in front of the tiny, clearly family-run pizza place and she ducked inside to pick up their order before they made it back to the motel. Parking at the far end of the lot again, they headed inside their suite.
She placed the pizza down on the coffee table near the TV and loveseat before walking over to her bed. She grabbed a toiletries case and her pjs before heading to the bathroom.
"I'm just gonna hop in the shower, still feeling a little gross." She called out to Vigilante. He was in the middle of stripping off his armour pieces and gave her a thumbs-up before she closed the door.
The motel shower had zero water pressure and was way more cramped than she preferred but at least it was clean and had hot water. She didn't waste her time and made quick work of cleaning herself up.
She exited the bathroom, feeling refreshed and comfortably changed into her pjs. She realised she was absolutely starving and quickly walked over to the pizza box on the coffee table to grab a slice. She plopped down in the middle of the loveseat and took a huge bite, savouring the hot food. As she was chewing, she turned towards Vigilante and choked.
He was standing over his mattress packing up his gear, with his side turned towards her. That was normal. The reason she was currently coughing up pizza from her lungs was the fact that he was doing it shirtless.
The edge of his black mask contrasted sharply with his bare skin and drew her eyes down to his shoulders and arms. He was surprisingly bulky. Broad shoulders led into thick, toned biceps and down into muscular forearms, with those large hands she had tried to forget about earlier.
“Holy shit.”
She didn’t even realise she had said that out loud until he turned towards her. Her eyes widened as she was confronted with a full frontal view of his shirtless torso.
She couldn't help but take in the view, it was the first good look at him she'd gotten without his armour on. A spattering of freckles and various scars dotted his skin, decorating the expanse of his muscles. She couldn't help but trail her eyes across his pecs down his well-developed abs. A whisper of dark hair trailed into his waistband along the v-cut above his hips and she caught herself wondering what else he was hiding under his clothes.
Fuck.
"What was that?" He hadn't heard exactly what she'd said while he was turned around.
She tore her gaze away from him, trying to pretend she wasn't flustered as hell.
“Wh- why are you half-naked?” She managed to splutter out.
“You got blood on my shirt.”
"Oh. Right."
Her gaze slowly drifted back over his exposed chest. …and abs…and hips…
How the fuck did he manage to hide all those muscles under his suit?
“Are you okay? You have a weird look on your face." Vigilante was patiently looking at her, waiting for a response.
She was jolted back down to earth and tried desperately to fight the blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. It was too hot." Her eyes widened at her unintended phrasing. "The pizza! The pizza was too hot, burnt my tongue. Got distracted. By the hot pizza!" She coughed into her hand and turned away from him to hide her embarrassment.
Real fucking smooth. You're here to work, not be a creep. Calm down.
"You should put your pyjamas on." She quickly added, "You know, so you won’t get cold.”
“Uh, okay. Sure.” He simply shrugged and walked over to his mattress.
When she worked up the nerve to look back at him, Vigilante had indeed put on his pyjamas. He was still standing near the beds, looking over at her.
"We can both sit here if you want, it's fine." She scooted over to make as much room for him as she could on the two-seater couch.
He came over and sat down then looked over at the pizza box. He hesitated for a moment but after a beat, he had made a decision. He rolled up his mask over his nose without turning away from her. She cautiously said nothing, not wanting to make him nervous. Instead, she took the chance to subtly examine the newly visible lower half of his face while he grabbed a piece of pizza.
Her eyes traced up the length of his thick neck and across his sharp, defined jaw. She noticed there was a hint of dark stubble across his chin and cheeks. She watched him lift a slice to his plush lips and she unconsciously bit her lip when his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.
What was that about calming down?
She quickly glanced away, not wanting to be caught ogling him yet again. This was a job, he was a coworker. She needed to keep it professional.
After he had finished the piece of pizza in his hand, he turned toward her. "Hey, it's Fargo night. Do you mind if I put it on?"
She shrugged casually as he grabbed the remote and flipped to the right channel. "Go ahead. But what the fuck is Fargo?"
He froze reaching for another slice and gasped in shock that she didn’t know what Fargo was. She nearly regretted asking as soon as he launched into an overly animated retelling of the entire plot and each individual character. He was going to chat her ear off about this the entire night, wasn’t he?
Ah well, I guess he earned it for today.
She cut him some slack and smiled passively, feigning interest as he continued talking through the whole episode to explain it all for her. She didn’t want to let him know she wasn’t listening at all and was simply enjoying the excuse to steal glances at his mouth the whole time. Somewhere near the end of the night, his endless talking had lulled her to sleep.
Vigilante eventually noticed she had curled up on her side of the couch with her head on the armrest. He quietly turned off the television and grabbed a pillow and sheet from his bed. Careful not to wake her up, he tucked the pillow under her head and covered her with the blanket before climbing into his own bed and turning off the lights.
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A/N: These two are playing a game I like to call "awkward dance of the idiots", though I'm pretty sure shirtless Vigilante would melt anyone's brain lol. More slow burn, patience will definitely be rewarded soon I promise! Let me know what you think so far <3
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Pair Of Aces - Chapter 2. Day Two
Pair of Aces
Chapter: 2. Day Two
Rating: M
Word Count: 3.5k~
Summary: After arriving in Evergreen on Waller’s orders, the newest member of Task Force X and Vigilante head out to their first mission together.
Chapter Content: Mentions of Violence/torture
A/N: Part two is finally done~ This chapter ended up a lot longer than originally planned and I hope you all enjoy it! Gotta feed my Vigilante obsession somehow.
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She had trouble sleeping in her new home, the most nondescript rental apartment she’d ever been in. It was drab, plain and boring. Nothing more than four beige walls separated the living room from the four beige walls in the medium-sized bedroom and four more off-beige walls in the small kitchen. She spent the afternoon rifling through her meagre pile of belongings, a stack of six cardboard boxes and two large black duffels that contained all her possessions. Sorting through the mix of personal and professional items she managed to grab enough clothing, toiletries and equipment for the mission. Luckily, it all fit in one of the duffel bags and her purse.
After a quick microwave dinner, tasting just as plain as the apartment walls she now lived in, she was ready to go just before 8:00 pm. Vigilante was supposed to pick her up any minute now so she made her way downstairs. Just as she walked outside, a beat-up Sebring pulled up to a stop in front of her building. She quickly recognized the masked driver and walked over to the vehicle. Vigilante looked a little out of place behind the wheel, with his full mask on but jeans and a pullover instead of the full suit. She slung her bag in the back and settled into the passenger seat without a word, eager to get going.
The sooner this is over with, the better.
According to her GPS, the motel they were staying at was about an hour's drive outside of town. She stared out the window at the trees zipping by while the radio played top 40 hits hoping to pass the time quickly. After about fifteen minutes on the road, Vig started talking.
"Have you ever been to Evergreen before?"
She fidgeted with her phone in her lap as she reread her most recent message.
From: Blondie
Sent: 6:59 pm
I know he’s a fucking weirdo but you have to be nice to him. If you fuck this up, I’ll kill you myself. Drinks next weekend?
-Harcourt
Sighing in resignation, she answered him.
"Nope, never. I don't get out to Washington very often."
"Do you like it so far?"
She bit the inside of her cheek to stop her instinctual sarcastic response.
"It's…quaint."
Vigilante laughed at that. "It's a shithole, it's okay. You're allowed to say that."
"Definitely not my favourite place to work, that's for sure." She laughed lightly along with him.
She discovered he was much more tolerable without Peacemaker around and that he was a total chatterbox. Once he started talking, he didn't stop for the entire drive. She learned he grew up in Evergreen and had only travelled a few times. A couple of trips to Seattle as a kid and once to Wisconsin to visit family. In contrast, she told him how she barely ever stopped travelling and how exhausting life on the road can be. The pair settled into a comfortable rapport as the scenery flew by.
Before long a deserted strip of parking lot came into view up ahead. Vigilante turned at the blinking MOTEL sign and pulled into a parking spot at the far end of the empty lot.
She unbuckled her seatbelt and turned towards him. "Alright, I'll go check in and you can unload the gear."
"Why do I have to carry all the stuff?"
She leaned over and poked his masked cheek. "Because you're a weirdo who won't take this off."
"There's nothing weird about protecting my secret identity." He grumbled and swatted her hand away but dutifully retrieved the bags as she made her way to the main building.
The clerk barely acknowledged her as she checked in with the fake names Harcourt had booked them under. The place seemed ancient and cramped but was less run down than she initially expected. The motel really showed its age when the clerk handed her the physical door keys for the suite, still not looking up from their screen. She took the keys, complete with tacky keychains with “Room 109” emblazoned on them, and headed back outside to the parking lot.
She gestured towards Vigilante to follow her as she walked along the row of rooms looking for their suite. She found it at the very end of the property, furthest from both the office and the road.
Smart move Blondie.
It was a clever spot for a temporary safe house. With only one shared wall and windows on both sides, the suite backed into the Washington woodlands that surrounded them. The location would help them stay out of sight and sequestered from any other potential guests or passersby, with cover if they needed to get out quickly.
She took in the size of the units before she approached the correct door. Along with the cramped office, the rooms seemed on the small side. She didn’t have too much stuff with her, just enough clothes, personal items and equipment to last the week. She wasn’t sure what Vigilante had brought but hopefully, there would be enough space.
Wait, is this a single or a double room?
She felt a brief moment of panic before putting the key in the lock and turning the handle.
Please have more than one bed, for the love of god.
She breathed a sigh of relief as the pair crossed the threshold into the motel room and immediately saw two twin beds pushed along the far wall directly opposite the door. Horribly patterned linens and curtains decorated the interior and the beige walls reminded her of the rental she was staying in. A small living room area with a loveseat, coffee table and TV unit was tucked into the corner, with a mini fridge and coffee maker nearby. Ancient grey carpeting blanketed the suite, faded and worn down from years of use. A door around the corner led to a full bathroom with generic white tile that, gratefully, appeared clean.
She quickly walked inside with Vigilante trailing behind her. She grabbed her bags from him and claimed the bed furthest against the wall for herself, throwing her things on top.
“Is it okay if I take this one?” She asked in an attempt to be polite.
He nodded in agreement and chucked his own bags on the other mattress, looking around the room in interest. He began humming slightly as he wandered slowly around the room, inspecting all the lights, outlets and windows. From her place sitting on the bed, she watched him carefully for a few moments before interrupting him.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Checking for cameras and bugs, duh.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s a waste of time. Basic ARGUS protocol, this place would have been scanned and cleared before we even got here.”
He turned to face her, cocking his head to the side in confusion. “Who the fuck is Argus?”
“What?” She shot him a look of disbelief. “ARGUS isn’t a person. It’s the name of the department we work for.”
“I thought it was called Task Force X?”
“No, that’s the name of our team.” She started to speak slowly as if he were a child. “The department is called ARGUS and our division is called Task Force X. Did you not read the onboarding documents?"
He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Uhh … I don’t know what that is.“
She stared at him, mouth slightly open in shock. “Please tell me you at least read the contract paperwork before signing it, right?”
“... There was paperwork?”
“Oh, my god.” She sat on the edge of the bed and covered her face with her hands in frustration.
Who the fuck signs up for black ops gig and doesn’t even check who they’re working for?!
She was stunned by his lack of care about his work. “Why did you even take this job?”
“Because Peacemaker’s back in town!” He seemed so excited about his answer but it meant nothing to her.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
"Peacemaker was gone for like, ever. But now he's back and there's cool shit happening. I had to make sure he was okay, that's what best friends do because we're best friends by the way." He really needed to make sure she knew that. "He's working on whatever this butterfly shit is so now I am too!"
She was appalled by his reasoning. “So let me get this straight. You signed up for an undisclosed black ops government mission and didn’t even read anything about it before taking the fucking job … just because you want to hang out with Peacemaker?”
“Uh, yeah. Obviously. Spending time with my best friend and killing bad guys, it’s a total win-win! What more do I need to know?”
She made a disgusted face at his carefree attitude. “Fucking capes.”
He cocked his head to the side again while observing her visible distaste. “You keep saying that, what’s a cape anyways?”
Christ, does this man know anything at all?
She glared at him from across the room. “Capes means superhero garbage. Wacky costumes, dumb names, weird powers. Justice League shit. You know, capes.”
“Why do you hate them so much?” He was curious.
She sighed. “It’s just …capes make this job way harder. They always show up after everyone else, blasting shit around with laser eyes or whatever, with no regard for the infrastructure around them. They cause so much damage and then just fly off before the dust settles. They get all the press and front page photo spreads, while every other grunt on the ground is picking bodies out of the rubble for days on end.” She felt agitated and tense the more she spoke. “There’s no spotlight to grab for all the people who keep the world running every other day of the week when fucking Superman catches a car in Times Square or some insane bullshit. I just can’t stand them. No responsibility, no consequences, just glory-seeking and posturing.”
He listened to her rant patiently before offering his opinions in return. “Superman is a fucking pussy.”
She snickered at that and tried to hide her grin while he continued.
“Batman too. That asshole doesn’t even kill people! How is that helping? Just letting Joker live, over and over! He’s just gonna do it again dude, he does it every time.”
“Right! What the hell is that shit?” She openly grinned at him this time. He may have smiled back but she couldn’t see his face under the mask.
At least we agree on something, maybe this won’t be so bad. … I wonder what his smile looks like.
She shook her head to clear that last unhelpful thought and instead watched as Vigilante moved around on his bed, still muttering insults about the Justice League. He had dumped out his bags while they chatted and was tossing clothing around as he dug out his toothbrush and toothpaste. He hadn’t noticed her staring and she quickly looked away when he turned back towards her.
“Not sure why you’re calling me a cape though. My name’s not dumb and my costume is not wacky. Also, I don’t have superpowers.”
“Wait, what?” That caught her completely off guard. “You don’t have any powers?”
“Nope!” He sounded entirely unbothered.
“No super strength? X-ray vision? Fancy gadgets or tech?”
He laughed in amusement. “Nope, nope and man, I fucking wish. That would be sick.”
She was stumped. “Then why the fuck do you dress like that?”
“Hey, my outfit is both tactical and fashionable! I don’t know what your deal with teal is but respect the suit.” He waggled a finger at her in a warning.
She scoffed at his defensive response. “What kind of hero, powers or not, wears fucking teal? Come on, name one!”
“Aquaman!” He blurted out.
She shook her head. “No way, that is sea green at best. Plus, that dude fucks fish. You don't fuck fish do you?”
“No! God no!” He jumped off the bed in a rush to defend himself again. “I fuck humans, thank you very much. Real human women.
“Very reassuring.” She nodded solemnly at him. “I definitely believe you.”
“Thank god. I don’t want any rumours going around.” He sounded relieved, clearly missing her sarcastic tone. She kept quiet and watched him head over to the bathroom to change and brush his teeth.
Wait. Is he…limping?
She paid closer attention to his feet when he finally exited in his pyjamas and walked back over to the beds. There was a subtle but noticeable drag on his right side.
“Hey, are you all good?”
He didn’t seem to understand the question so she continued. “Your right foot? You’re limping. Are you okay?”
He tensed and straightened up immediately. “I’m fine. Nothing happened.”
“Well, that’s not suspicious or worrisome at all.” She raised an eyebrow at him.
He sighed and flopped down gently on his mattress, staring up at the ceiling. “I … kind of got tortured last week.”
She snapped to attention, clearly not expecting that explanation. “Do you want to talk about it?” She hadn’t intended to start such a serious conversation but she knew she needed to proceed carefully.
“No.” He paused, sighed again and turned to look over at her. “...maybe?”
She studied him carefully, trying to make eye contact behind his glaring red visor. “Can you at least tell me how you’re injured? Do you need any medical assistance?”
"Why are you being so nice?" His tone was suspicious.
She paused for a moment. It wasn't exactly her own choice but she didn't hate the way they were getting along. She took a deep breath and tried to think of a good explanation.
"We officially work together now. Out in the field, it's life or death a lot of the time." She looked over at him with what she hoped was a reassuring face. "We need to trust each other. So I'm going to try and be nicer to you from now on. … emphasis on the try."
She looked away and muttered that last part under her breath.
"Oh. That makes sense." He thought for a moment. "You can still be mean sometimes if you want. It doesn't bother me much."
She laughed. "Well thanks, but I definitely won't be mean about you getting hurt, alright? Are you sure you're okay?"
He glanced down at his socked right foot and then back at her and nodded. “My foot is healing okay. Just a bit sore, I might walk funny for a bit. Goff tried to cut off my pinky toe with an unreasonably dull knife.”
She winced in sympathy at the gory mental image. Annoying or not, nobody deserved that.
Poor guy.
After a moment, she finally registered the name he mentioned. “Wait, Goff? Royland Goff?”
Vigilante nodded again. “In the mansion basement. He had me and Peacemaker tied up.” He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. “He wanted information about who sent us and used me to try and force Peacemaker to talk.”
“Holy shit.” She didn’t really know what else to say. “That’s super fucked up.”
“Right?! Who does that? Honestly, I thought without my pinky toe I’d fall over all the time but apparently that’s not true. It just hurts real fucking bad for a while, which sucks but I’m glad I can still walk. Plus my balls don't hurt anymore though, so that's good."
She nearly choked on her own spit. "Excuse me? Your … balls?"
"Oh, yeah." He shrugged at her nonchalantly. "Goff also hooked jumper cables up to my balls and electrocuted me several times."
"What the actual fuck?!"
He rushed to reassure her. "They're fine now though! Everything still works!"
"I didn't need to know that." She pulled a face at his oversharing. "That's just …wow. That's really brutal."
"It wasn't a great time, that's for sure." His voice then perked up a bit. "I didn't break though. Not even once!"
Well, that's impressive.
"Aw, thanks." He sounded happy at the praise.
Shit, did I say that out loud?
It was true, most seasoned agents can't even withstand that kind of torture. But she didn't mean to say that aloud and stroke Vigilante's ego even further. She ignored him and focused on another key piece of the situation. “None of this was in the report.”
She started fidgeting with the edge of the comforter on her bed, feeling increasingly anxious. These were extremely important details about the Goff mission that most definitely had not appeared in any of the files she had read.
He was confused. "It didn't say anything about me getting hurt? Or about my mask coming off?"
"What?!"
"Oh fuck." He sounded panicked like he really shouldn't have brought that up.
"Your mask came off too? Did anyone see your face?"
He didn't answer. She decided to try again. "Vigilante, you need to trust me. I have to know what happened, it's really important."
He sighed and looked over at her. "After Peacemaker and I were tied up, Goff took my mask off and they both saw my face. Then the torture, then the escape and then the rescue. Kind of a shitty day overall, not going to lie."
She frowned, trying to determine what to do with the new information. “The report said you were apprehended by Judomaster, taken to an underground level then incapacitated him and executed Goff before being retrieved by the rest of the team. There was nothing about torture or your identity." She tried to remember the full report but her mind was racing with revelations.
Peacemaker gave the only statement about what happened in the basement… Peacemaker lied in his report… Peacemaker saw his face…
Shit.
"You and Peacemaker are best friends right?"
"Obviously, yes!"
She sat up and looked straight at him. "I think Peacemaker lied in his report to protect you."
"Wait, really?" He was stunned.
"The report didn't even say Vigilante, just Peacemaker and unnamed accomplice. That's really unusual. If he had mentioned what you described happened in the basement, ARGUS would have dug into you further and forced him to identify you."
"Told you we were besties." A hopeful note tinged his voice but she wasn't paying much attention. She was still mentally reviewing the mission reports and muttering to herself.
"I can't believe how messy that mission actually was. You know, if Judomaster hadn't shown up, it would have been a total sweep. In and out in under 10 minutes. That takes an exceptional level of skill and a very talented marksman.”
His voice softened. “… You think I'm skilled? And … talented?”
Shit. So much for not padding his ego.
"Hey, I'm just analyzing the report data and making observations." She threw up her hands in defence. "I don't even know anymore if that part of the report was accurate."
"Even Harcourt saw it, come on!"
She grinned at him. "All I'm saying is that first-hand experience is the only way to truly judge expertise for any skill."
“Okay,”
"Okay?" She eyed him suspiciously. "Just like that?"
"Yeah. If you need to watch me, then I'll show you." The confidence in his voice should have been a warning but it sparked something inside her.
Yes, please .
Fuck, that wasn't out loud too right? She looked over at him quickly. He hadn't responded so thank god, that had remained an inside thought. Her brain was really not behaving this evening.
“It’s late, we should go to sleep.” She hopped quickly off the bed, grabbed her pyjamas and toiletries from her bag and rushed over to the bathroom.
Brushing her teeth and washing her face in the tiny bathroom was quick work. She looked down at her sleepwear and froze for a second. She had just packed the first things she found that were seasonally appropriate, forgetting she’d be sharing a room. The thin tank top and tiny shorts she usually wore at home were comfortable but not exactly appropriate. She didn't really have any other options though, so it would have to do.
She exited the bathroom and walked back across the room. She noticed the red strip of Vigilante's visor following her as she moved and climbed into her bed.
“Are you seriously going to sleep in that thing?”
“Yes. I’m not showing you my face.” His tone shifted and she realized she should probably be careful with that topic.
“Do you sleep in the mask a lot?”
He climbed under the duvet before answering. “When I have to.”
“Isn't that uncomfortable?”
“You get used to it.”
She glanced over at him. “You put a lot of effort into protecting yourself.”
“It's not about me.” He shuffled around under the covers and rearranged his pillows. “It's about everyone else.”
What a weird thing to say.
She rolled over and fluffed her own pillow before flicking off the lamp beside her. “Goodnight Vigilante.”
An indistinguishable noise sounded from his side of the room in response while she closed her eyes and managed to drift off to sleep.
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A/N: That got a lil more emotional than I originally planned but I like this vibe for these two, sassy but sweet. Also, let it be said that Peacemaker does try his best to be a bro to Vig, he's just bad at it. Let me know what you think! More to come soon.
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Pair of Aces
Chapter: 4. Day Four
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Summary: An extremely boring day in the field leads our pair to indulge in some belated victory drinks.
Chapter Content: Mentions of violence, Alcohol use/Drunkenness, Discussion of sexual topics
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She woke up the next morning confused why her neck hurt so much until she realized she had passed out on the tiny couch instead of the bed. She looked down at the pillow and sheet that had been added to her makeshift sleeping space and blushed lightly, realizing Vigilante must have been responsible. She quickly got up and bundled up the linens, dropping them back on Vig’s empty mattress. She could hear the sounds of water running from the bathroom and figured he had once again woken up before her. Crossing the room, she dug more oatmeal packets out of her kit and grabbed the clean dishes. Once he came out of the bathroom she could change and make them some food before heading back to the farmhouse.
His mask was on and fully in place when he finally exited the bathroom, completely suited up with the rest of his gear on. She rushed past him, quickly changing out of her pyjamas and prepping the oatmeal to be microwaved. They both ate in silence and she tried to avoid looking at him directly with his mask rolled up. She didn’t need to think about his mouth any more than she already had the night before.
“Ready to go?” She asked after rinsing the bowls in the sink. He nodded at her and they both left the motel room to pile into the Sebring.
The drive was quick and uneventful. Unfortunately, the rest of their day was also uneventful but definitely not quick. Once again there was no sign of movement in the farmhouse they were still staking out. Vigilante complained loudly and often, hoping maybe it would trigger some action like the day before but nothing happened. After hours of sitting around on the hard ground watching an empty building, she also started complaining. It was stifling hot and she was getting grumpy.
"Hey, what if we just go down there and check?" Vigilante eventually suggested.
"We're not supposed to, it's against protocol." She frowned at him.
"Come on, we're doing fucking nothing and we know there's something weird going on here." He was right, of course, but he didn't wait for her response before he started heading down towards the house.
She quickly followed him down the side of the hill and caught up to him on the rotting porch of the building. He walked right up to the front door and tried to open it.
"What are you doing?" She hissed at him.
He whirled around to face her. "What? It's open."
She peered around him and saw him holding the door open for her.
"What if it was like, booby-trapped or something?"
He scoffed at her. "I would've dodged it, duh. Come on."
She stepped inside with Vigilante hot on her heels. The inside of the farmhouse was in even worse condition than the exterior. Cracked and splintered floorboards led through several rooms, all filled with remnants of what might have, at one time, been furniture.
They searched every room, finding all the doors unlocked and mostly left ajar. She took photos of each area with her phone, she didn't want to miss anything. None of the lights worked, and there was no running water or electricity. There was no way anyone was staying here for even a night, it was completely inhospitable. So where the fuck had all those people come from?
She made a loud noise of frustration and kicked a pile of tattered fabric and wood in the corner of the living room. “This doesn’t make any sense!”
Vigilante came over when he heard the noise and nodded in agreement. “So what now?”
She thought for a minute. It was hot out, this place stank and had no evidence for them to collect. She just wanted to leave. “Fuck it, let’s just go.”
“Seriously?” Vig leaned against the doorframe and surveyed her. “Little Miss Protocol wants to fuck off from work early?”
She levelled a glare at him. “Do you want to make it to the liquor store before it closes or not?”
He quickly hopped out of the doorway and strode over to the front door, holding it open for her. “After you!”
The pair raced back to the Sebring and headed back into town. She ducked into the local liquor store and grabbed a large bottle of Jameson Irish whiskey and they made their way back to the motel.
Entering the room first, she stopped to grab two glasses off the side table and poured a generous amount into one before handing it over and pouring the other for herself. Plopping down on the couch, she curled up comfortably on one end of the sofa. He didn’t hesitate to roll the edge of his mask up around his nose and took a sip before sitting down opposite her on the loveseat. She broke the silence first.
“For the record, I follow protocol because, at the end of the day, it’s less of a headache. Not because I like following the rules.”
He laughed a little and raised his glass in a toast. “Got it. Well, thank you protocol for whiskey and pizza toppings.”
She leaned forward and clinked her glass against his. “You deserve it after that incredible shooting, that’s for fucking sure.”
He grinned at her, puffing his chest out at the praise. “Yeah? Impressed enough you’ll stop questioning my skills?”
“We’ll see about that.” She smirked at him. “Alright, so you’re an ace with a rifle. That’s all you’ve really proved so far.”
“And throwing knives. And also my super stealth.” He smirked back at her and sipped some of the whiskey.
She rolled her eyes but gave a little half-smile at his confidence. “Okay, fine. You have demonstrated a couple of skills, though I’m sure you have plenty more to show me.” She winked at him and giggled when he choked on his drink. He was so easy to rile up.
“Where’d you learn to shoot like that anyways?” She took a long sip from her glass, savouring the taste.
He shrugged. “It was pretty easy, I just watched a lot of videos.”
Her face quickly schooled into a look of confusion. “Videos? Explain.”
He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Well, um. I built a home gym and a range out in the woods. I worked out a lot, taught myself how to fight and turned my body into an instrument of vengeance. With YouTube videos and stuff.”
“You…taught yourself? With the internet?” Her shock was palpable and he started to get defensive.
“Yeah, what’s the problem?”
She shook her head vigorously. “Nothing! No, it’s a good thing. That’s insane, dude.” She fixed him with a serious look. “I’ve met five-star Generals with half a century of range experience that can't shoot half as well as you. But fucking YouTube? Are you sure you don’t have superpowers?”
She eyed him suspiciously but he just laughed at her. “Of course not. It’s just, you know, pretty easy to learn this stuff.”
No wonder he’s so cocky.
“It’s definitely not that easy for most people. Peacemaker can’t even shoot at all.” She snorted at her own joke.
He sighed at her insult. "Why do you hate Peacemaker so much?"
“You mean aside from the sexist trash he’s constantly spouting?” She grimaced, the last thing she wanted to do was think about that asshole.
“Come on, you’ve barely spoken to him,”
"I don’t need more than that. I told you, I hate capes."
He shook his head. "Peacemaker isn't anything like the Justice League."
"Look, he's just…" She sighed and made a face. "Not good at his job."
Vigilante cocked his head to the side in confusion. “How so?”
She started counting on her fingers. “One, he gets caught and sent to prison. Two, he willingly makes a deal with known devil-in-disguise Amanda Waller. He then fucks up his main mission, betrays his own team, gets wrecked and ends up in the hospital for ages. We all thought he was dead by the way. Now he can’t even pull a trigger! Why the fuck would I want to work with a guy like that?”
Vig had slowly balled his hands into fists as she spoke and was trying to restrain himself. “He’s not like that! I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately, but he’ll get better and go back to being himself super soon, then you’ll see. He just needs to sort out some shit.”
She scoffed. “Well, he can sort it out as far away from me as possible. He’s acting like he’s scared to kill!” She mumbled in a mocking tone, “Not like the Justice League my ass.”
“He’s not scared of anything! Especially not killing.” He chugged the last bit of his whiskey and put the empty glass down rather hard on the table.
“Okay, whatever. He’s just clearly not a born killer, you know?”
Vigilante paused. “What do you mean?”
“The way I see it, there are two types of killers. People who are taught and ordered to kill and people who need to kill, you know what I mean?”
She continued on without caring if he answered. “Peacemaker? He was taught. That means he can choose not to kill if he has like, a conscience or whatever. But for the people who need it? It’s like a calling, a higher purpose. Something you can’t ignore or turn off. It just simmers inside you, building up and up until you feel like…” She trailed off, lost in thought.
“...like there’s liquid fire in your veins?” His voice was quiet but she heard him. She snapped her gaze towards him, trying to focus on the strip of red glass hiding his eyes.
“Yeah, like liquid fire. Like everything inside you is burning and the only way to put it out is to watch the life drain out of someone.” She watched him refill his glass and slowly lift it back up to his lips. He licked his bottom lip as a drop escaped the glass and she fought the urge to shiver.
“Should I ask which one you are?”
“Last time I answered that question, they said I needed a psychiatrist.” She grinned at him.
He chuckled and took another sip from his drink. “Same.”
She had a question for him. "Do you like what you do?"
"I fucking love it." He truly did, it was his true purpose and he was never happier than when he was working.
She looked at him thoughtfully, trying to ignore his mouth. “Do people ever call you crazy?”
“All the time.” He answered without hesitation.
"Does it ever bother you?"
He shrugged. “Not really.”
She leaned back and nodded in approval. "Good, it shouldn't."
“Really?”
She drained her glass and leaned forward to grab the bottle off the table and refill it. “Do you think well-adjusted, normal people do what we do?” She shook her head and continued before he could respond.
“It doesn't matter what other people think. I love what I do. I'm good at what I do. That's all life is really about, right? Finding something you love and being able to support yourself with it.”
He looked at her curiously. “You love working for Task Force X?”
She rolled her eyes as she swirled the liquid around in her glass. "No. I love killing bad guys."
“Just bad guys?”
She paused. “I mean… sometimes mistakes happen, but you know. I'm trying to get the bad guys so it’s still fine. Usually.”
“Exactly! Thank you.” He smiled at her again, obviously pleased with her answer. “You’re really not like them, are you?”
It was her turn to be confused. “Who?”
“The others, our teammates. Adebayo never even fired a gun before last week and Harcourt could barely watch at the mansion.”
She smiled fondly with a tinge of sadness. “Ah, yeah. Emmy has always had a soft heart. She was taught, it’s not instinct for her. She can be ruthless when she needs to be but underneath? Total softie.”
He nodded in understanding. “Her and Peacemaker might make a great pair then.” He noticed her questioning eyebrow raise and added, “I think he likes her.”
“Huh.” She pondered the thought. “She’d eat him alive.” Then she grinned. “Could be fun to watch though.”
“You want to watch Harcourt with Peacemaker?”
She laughed so hard she nearly fell off the small couch. “God, no! Not like that. Peacemaker is definitely not my type.”
Vigilante was surprised by her admission. “Really? I thought he’s everyone’s type, his muscle definition is craz-”
She cut him off before he could continue on his Peacmaker support tour. “He’s a hulking brute. I mean, look. If someone’s into muscleheads, I’m sure he’s a ten. I just like my guys a little more…” She trailed off, the whiskey making it a little harder to think straight.
“Go on.” He was leaning forward, looking intently at her.
“I dunno. Wiry, but solid. Not as tall, maybe just under six feet? Longer hair, way less military style.” She smirked to herself. “Someone who can actually pull a trigger.”
He had finished off his drink again and leaned further forward to pour himself more. Her gaze followed his hands as his long fingers wrapped around the entire bottle and he held it steady as the whiskey flowed out. She couldn't help but imagine what else could fit in his grip that snugly.
Large hands wrapped around a glass, a trigger, a knife, my thro-
Fuck.
She shook her head to try and break the spell he kept casting over her and took another shot at Peacemaker to change the subject. "Plus, that fucking helmet, geez. You just know he’s compensating for something with those handles."
"Nah, actually Peacemaker's dick is pretty big. At least comparatively." He had finished pouring himself another drink but failed to notice her nearly spill her own. "That's why he always called me Thimble growing up. Well, until after my growth spurt. He doesn’t say anything about that anymore, mostly he just ignores my dick whenever we're in bed. Which is kind of annoying, to be honest."
Her jaw nearly hit the floor at his casual revelation. "What the fuck?!”
He hand waved her look away, mistaking it for concern. "That's just him though. He's insecure so he lashes out at everyone around him, even during sex."
"Seriously?"
"Oh yeah. It's always 'Vigilante shut the fuck up' and 'Vig keep your dick away from me' all night long." He did his best angry Peacemaker impression, face exercises included, and she couldn’t help but giggle.
"That sounds exactly like him!"
He was thrilled he made her laugh and grinned widely, showing off a row of perfect teeth.
I wonder how sharp those incisors are…
She quickly pulled herself out of the runaway thought and realised the implication of what Vigilante just revealed. “Hold up, did you fuck Peacemaker?!"
"No! Apparently, I’m not his type. I fucked with Peacemaker. Like, together. With chicks!" He quickly reassured her.
"You tag-teamed chicks with Peacemaker?" She was astounded by the new information. There was no way he was hooking up alongside that giant idiot. "No fucking way."
"Yes fucking way. All the time." He folded his arms across his chest in indignation at her disbelieving tone. "We'd mess up some muggers or drug dealers and sometimes we happen to save pretty girls, and they're always turned on by being saved so we bring them back to Peacemakers and fuck."
She was being too curious for her own good but she just couldn’t help it. Several glasses of whiskey and too much time staring at those plush lips had her pushing into dangerous territory, "So do you keep the mask on the whole time?"
"Of course, can't have people finding out my secret identity." He tapped his visor as a reminder of the mask permanently hiding his face.
She bit her lip and pushed further. "Was it fun?"
"The threesomes?"
"Yeah." She sat straight up on the couch, blatantly staring at him now. If he was put off by the intimate line of questioning, he certainly wasn't showing it. He responded with enthusiasm.
"It's awesome! Fighting crime with my best friend, killing bad guys then banging chicks. Honestly, a dream come true.” He sighed happily and relaxed on the couch, clearly reminiscing.
"How did it...work?" She looked down and took another swig from the glass in her hand, both for courage and to force herself to stop staring at his lips. Her whiskey brain shot straight into overdrive, firing out half-formed thoughts to her imagination.
Did they spitroast the girl? Take turns? Fucking hell.
"Well usually we'd be out on patrol-"
She cut him off with a shake of her head. "Skip that part, I want to know about the sex."
There was a pause before his response. "Are you fucking with me?" His tone was nonchalant as usual but he had tensed up a bit.
"No, no! I'm just...curious." She bit her lip and hoped she hadn't crossed a line.
He frowned at her, taking a large gulp from his glass. "Do you really wanna know? Most people tell me to shut up about the sex stuff."
"Well, most people suck." He laughed at that before she continued. "I like hearing you talk."
Did I really just say that? Goddammit. I am drunk.
"You want me to talk more?" He sounded like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
Fuck it.
She drained the last dregs of whiskey from her glass before stating firmly, "Yes. Tell me what it was like, fucking in the suit. The threesomes. What you're into. All of it."
"Why?"
She looked down at her glass and hesitated. She hadn’t expected their conversation to end up here but it was way too late to stop now. "I'm just curious. We're getting to know each other, team bonding or some shit. Is that okay?" She was offering him an out, just in case this was too far.
"Oh, I don't care. I have absolutely no shame, it's everyone else who always gets weird about it."
She managed to look up from her empty glass and stared at his face again, still mostly hidden behind the mask. She was finally getting used to looking at him through the red glass of his visor.
"I won't get weird about it, I promise. You can tell me anything and it won't be weird."
He straightened up and looked at her closely. "Anything?"
She nodded. "Anything. Sex stuff or otherwise. You can ask me anything too, it's only fair."
That was a bad idea. Fucking whiskey.
He nodded back at her. “Okay, deal. What do you want to know?”
"Does the mask ever get in the way?" She didn't even mean to ask that but her drunk brain slipped it out before she could stop herself.
"Yeah. It's kind of a pain, not being able to use my mouth for things." He sighed, disappointment evident in his tone.
She swallowed hard, unable to stop her eyes from drifting down to his lips again. "What kind of things?"
“The usual stuff, kissing, biting, eating pussy.”
She was definitely staring at his exposed mouth now. "Why don't you just have it like this?" She gestured towards his bunched-up mask.
He shook his head in the negative. "Still way too risky for an average civilian to see. We work together so this is fine with you but no one else."
"Starting to trust me for real, Vig?" She teased him lightly.
"Oh, we're definitely friends now."
She raised an eyebrow. “Really? Three days are all it takes?"
"It's not the amount of time, it's the quality! Plus we've killed together, so that means instant friendship."
She couldn't help but tease him further. "Do you kill people with all your friends or just the special ones?"
"Just the very special ones." He grinned at her, flashing his teeth again.
Those damn dimples.
She stared down into her third? fourth glass of whiskey. "Do you really never take the mask off?"
He shook his head. "Nope. Non-negotiable part of the whole deal, despite the …drawbacks." He sighed. "Ah well, Peacemaker says chicks don't like guys going down on them much anyways."
She nearly choked in outrage. "You need to stop listening to that gigantic oaf, he knows fucking nothing about women!"
"What do you mean?" He's genuinely quizzical.
"Virtually no woman alive would not want you to go down on them."
Wait, shit, no-
She quickly realized the way her phrasing came off and stammered a bit. "Or like, anyone! In general, as a thing. Many women do in fact enjoy that."
There, totally saved it.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, man. If guys like getting blowjobs, why wouldn't women feel the same way about the equivalent?"
He sat quietly for a second, lost in thought. "Do you?"
She actually choked that time, disguising it quickly into a cough. "Do I what?"
Oh god, don't say it, don't say I-
"Do you like being eaten out?"
That damn nonchalant tone again, like he had no concept of how filthy a question that was. She quickly drained her glass while she tried to fight the rising blush on her cheeks.
"You said anything." His voice rang out, lower than before.
Shit. I even promised.
"Just needed a refill." She waved her empty glass at him and used grabbing more whiskey as an excuse to gather some composure. Once the glass was filled again she took a deep breath and sat back down.
"Yeah, I do. It doesn't happen often but I do enjoy it." She tried her best to match his even tone and keep a steady voice.
"Why not often?" He seemed surprised.
"Oh come on." She rolled her eyes and made an annoyed noise. "I'm a for-hire black ops agent who gets sent around to the middle of nowhere for a living. Constant travel, random aliases, lots of murder. It’s not exactly the kind of lifestyle that lends itself to such an …intimate activity."
"You don't hook up on the road?" More surprise from him, but no judgment.
"Nah." She shook her head a little too vigorously, the several glasses of whiskey finally getting to her. "It's never worth it. After enough disappointing performances from drunk strangers in random bars, a girl just gives up ya know?"
He seemed upset by the admission. "What a waste."
"What?"
He coughed awkwardly into his hand. "I mean, you're smart, funny, one hell of a shot, your butt is super sexy-"
She abruptly cut him off. "I'm sorry, what!?"
"Your butt is sexy. Like, super sexy. Don't you know that? It's your butt after all." That goddamn tone.
"Have you been staring at my ass?”
"Since the second you got here." And he meant it.
She was slightly taken aback by the brazen compliment. "Never took you for an ass man, Vig."
"I'm an everything man …and you have very nice …everything." It was his turn to rapidly drain his glass and make an excuse to get up and distract himself. The awkward pause made her realise just how much liquid she'd consumed. She hopped up with a muttered 'be right back" and beelined to the bathroom.
She stood at the sink washing her hands as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Flushed, a little wobbly, definitely intoxicated and overheated. That last one might not be the alcohol's fault though.
Okay so, he has a nice mouth.
And abs.
And he likes eating pussy and thinks my ass looks great.
Fuck.
That doesn't matter.
She stared her reflection down, resolving to pull herself together.
This is work. He is not worth risking this contract for. One more and it's over. Just finish this and get the fuck out of Evergreen.
She took a deep breath and headed back into the living room.
"Hey Vig, I-" She cut herself off as she saw him slumped over the arm of the couch, eyes closed.
She walked up quietly and took the glass dangling from his hand, placing it on the nightstand. She grabbed a blanket and pillow from her bed, gently pulled it over him and tucked the pillow under his head.
There. Now we’re even.
She downed the dregs in her glass and placed it on the table with the nearly empty bottle of whiskey before climbing into bed herself, desperately willing herself to dream about anything other than Vigilante’s damn mouth.
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A/N: Sorry this took forever, these two being drunk is a blast so I hope it was worth the wait. It also got hornier than intended but that's always extra fun lol. Let me know what you think, more coming soon :)
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Prima Donna and First
Thank you for sending WIP titles for my ask game! 😊
Prima Donna is a Frank Castle x Brat!FReader 18+ fic! A draft from my late Kinktober challenge for the prompt “hate sex”. Frank is tasked with securely transporting Reader out of town after turning over evidence on a local crime family. His van gets stuck during a snowstorm and spoiled brat Reader endlessly tests Frank's patience. Very spicy, it's pretty much just brat taming filth 😅
“First” is an Adrian Chase x F!Reader 18+ fic! Another very late Kinktober piece for the prompt “virginity”. Set in the past when Adrian is in his early twenties (just after his *very* late blooming stage), he meets Reader at a house party out of town and finally finds a girl who sees the real him. Fluffy and sweet with a side of spice.
Teasers for both fics beneath the cut, Prima Donna followed by First at the bottom ❤
Prima Donna Teaser - Frank Castle x Reader
“This is awful!” You whined, uncomfortably shifting around on the cold, hard floor of the van. You always dressed for fashion over comfort and your short skirt, thigh high stockings and thin blouse were not meant for the winter cold. “I’m freezing my ass off in here. Can you just call a tow truck? Or a mechanic? Or even a fucking cab and just get me somewhere warm?!”
“No.”
“…no?” You stared at him with wide eyed shock, as if you'd never heard the word before in your life.
“No.”
You were dumbfounded, no one ever said no to you. You decided you may need to put a little more effort into convincing him. Settling on the floor with your legs splayed out, you made sure to hike your skirt up enough to expose your thighs and show off the tops of your stockings. You leaned forward, popping open the top button on your blouse and carefully pushing out your chest, pressing your breasts together with your arms for maximum impact.
“Pretty please? I just want to be comfortable.” You batted your lashes at him, serving your best doe eyes and softest pout. That was your ace in the hole, a look that was irresistible to any hot blooded man.
He watched your actions with mild interest and a bit of disbelief at the sheer audacity. "That trick usually work for ya?"
“Yes, actually.” You flashed an award winning smile at him. “It really does.”
He grunted and turned away from you, closing his eyes and ignoring your blatant attempts at swaying him. The smile dropped from your face at his dismissal. If you had enough room, you'd likely be stomping your foot like a fucking child in addition to huffing and puffing at him.
“I can't believe you! You're the absolute worst, why can't you just listen to me!”
Frank pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling increasingly annoyed by your childish actions. “Do you ever stop talking?”
“Nope. And I’ll keep talking all night if you don’t get me somewhere comfortable and warm.”
He grunted again in annoyance and fixed you with a sharp look. “If you know what's good for you, you'll cut that shit out right now.”
You cocked your head to the side, glaring back petulantly. “Or what?”
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“First” Teaser - Adrian Chase x Reader
A loud banging on your door disrupted your interrogation of the nerdy boy unexpectedly in your room.
“Shit, that's my brother.”
You quickly shoved Adrian into your private bathroom, making him hide behind the door.
“Be quiet and stay out of sight!”
The banging on your door got louder and you stormed over, yanking it open.
“What the hell do you want Kyle?”
Kyle loomed in your doorway, reeking of beer already. “Where's the fucking nerd?”
“Who?” You feigned ignorance before snapping at him again. “Fuck off, will you? You said you'd leave me out of this bullshit tonight. Go jerk off Gut or whatever you two idiots do all night.”
Your brother rolled his eyes but stomped off, leaving you alone again. You shut your door and locked it for good measure.
“You can come out now.”
Adrian cautiously exited the bathroom, checking to make sure it was safe. “Hey, uh. Thanks.”
You wave him off casually, yelling at your brother was never a problem.
“I’m sorry I burst in here, should I go?”
You thought for a moment. “Nah, you can stay.”
“Really?” There was a hint of uncertainty in Adrian's tone.
“Yeah, those guys are all jerks. Kyle won't bother me again but they won't lay off you until they're too drunk to stand up. You can just hide in here.” You hesitated, wondering if he was just being nice and didn't actually want to hang out with you.
“…as long as you want to? I've got drinks.”
You grabbed a bottle of wine and a half-empty bottle of vodka from your closet and held them up for him to inspect, hoping the alcohol might sway him.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Adrian beamed at you and flopped down on your bed happily. “Sounds awesome, I really like it in here.”
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Pair of Aces - Chapter 1. Day One
Pair of Aces
Chapter: 1. Day One
Rating: M
Word Count: 2.6k~
Summary: After Peacemaker nearly blows the mission at the Goff mansion, Waller sends in a new team member to pick up the slack and assist Task Force X with Project Butterfly.
Content Warning: Mentions of Violence, Gratuitous Swearing, Verbal Insults
A/N: This is the intro chapter to a fairly long series I have planned, set directly after the Goff mansion mission but before Peacemaker finds out his dad's in jail. Intended as a reader-insert in 3rd POV, afab!she/her main character but nameless/description neutral, no Y/N. Vigilante x reader pairing.
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If there was one thing Amanda Waller hated above all else, it was failure. While the Task Force X mission to the Goff mansion wasn't a complete and utter failure, it was still too close for Waller's comfort. Project Butterfly needed to proceed according to plan and if Peacemaker couldn't be relied on to do the job, then someone else would have to pick up the slack.
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Sensible heels clicked against the worn-down Evergreen sidewalk as a woman walked along the deserted street. She finally arrived at the correct address, double-checking her notes to be sure, before she pushed open the door to the deserted storefront. The inside of the building was a mess, with random shelves and boxes scattered everywhere. A few desks and chairs sat near the back, piled with equipment and files. Five heads turned towards her at once, following the sound of the door closing. Three men and two women were staring back at her. As she looked around, she only recognized one particular face. Her gaze settled on the stern-looking blonde woman at the front of the room and a small smile crept onto her face.
Now there's a sight for sore eyes. God, this shithole better be worth it.
She stood in silence patiently and the unfamiliar woman addressed her first.
"Hi! You must be the new girl!" A warm smile accompanied the greeting. "It's so nice to meet you. I thought I was going to be the only new girl but now you're here so that makes you the new new girl! I'm Leota Adebayo, welcome to the team."
The woman smiled back and shook the hand Adebayo extended. "Nice to meet you, hopefully, us new girls can stick together." She glanced around the room at the others. John stood up and also introduced himself quickly, shaking her hand and saying welcome.
Peacemaker remained sitting, unimpressed by the new addition. "As if this team needs more girls. What is she here for anyways? We don't need any extra help."
"Is he always this rude?" She looked around and questioned the others.
"As far as we can tell, yeah." Adebayo sighed, offering her a sympathetic look.
She rolled her eyes in response. "Delightful. Clearly Big Red has some major anger issues."
"His name isn't Big Red." A male voice replied from behind her. "It's Peacemaker."
She turned around and took a closer look at the last person in the room. She didn't recognize him at all.
Lean build, black armour, are those ... teal accent stripes? That's ... a choice. Plenty of weapons and a pretty cool sword. The full on ski mask is bold. I guess the whole outfit together is kind of intimidating in a certain way, but why teal? Man, capes are always so fucking weird.
She shook her head and finally responded to his correction. "I know but I'm definitely not
calling him that."
"Why not?" The man cocked his head to the side in confusion.
Can he even see out of that visor? That can't be comfortable.
She pulled a face. "Because it's a dumb fucking name."
"Hey! You take that back!" He jumped up suddenly and shouted at her.
She startled but held her ground, squaring up. "No way man, it's a terrible name. It doesn't even make sense."
"Are you the name police? Do you get to just randomly decide what names are cool or not?" He was becoming overly animated and louder at her antagonization.
"Yes. I've been authorized by the National Committee Of Name Judgment and they've deemed Peacemaker to be such a stupid fucking name, it's been made illegal." She deadpanned, somehow managing to keep a straight face.
"Wait, seriously? That's really fucked up." The man in teal seemed to genuinely believe her.
"I'm just fucking with you, dude." She shook her head in disbelief at his gullibility. "Though if N.C.O.N.J was real, they'd definitely make that name a crime."
"Well I bet your name is also so terrible and that's why you're being so mean!"
The woman chuckled. "You don't need to worry about my name, buddy."
"What is it? What should we call you?" Adebayo asked politely.
She shrugged. "Whatever you want."
"Your name should be Dumb Bitch then." Peacemaker laughed at his own terrible joke.
Adebayo quickly turned on him. "What the fuck Chris!"
"She said it could be whatever I wanted!" He shot back, trying to defend himself.
Harcourt glared daggers at him from across the room. "Are you fucking five?"
"She started it! My name makes perfect sense and is fucking awesome. It's kinda my whole thing!" Chris yelled out. "I cherish peace with all my heart, I don't care how many men, women, and children I need to kill to get it. I make peace, ergo Peacemaker! Come on!"
"Ergo?" Harcourt looked at Peacemaker with a strange expression on her face.
"Yeah, it means the same as 'thus' or whatever." Chris crossed his arms defensively.
"I know that, I just didn't know you knew that." Emilia paused. "Honestly I didn't think you knew 'thus' either."
"For the record," The new arrival cut in, "That motto is the stupidest thing I have ever heard and I once interrogated the Riddler."
"Wait, really?" Economos seemed genuinely interested in that tidbit.
"Well, I say interrogated but it was more like he wouldn't shut up and I kicked him a couple times before the GCPD banned me from the room."
Gordon was pissed off, but Nygma was so annoying he deserved it. 'Where does an 800-pound gorilla sleep?' What a dumbass.
It was Adebayo's turn to join in the conversation. "You've been to Gotham?"
"Yeah, sure." The woman shrugged. "Metropolis too. I go wherever there's weird shit happening and things to shoot."
"Which is exactly why you're here." Harcourt interjected, trying to get back on track. "Welcome to Waller's worst assignment. You're lucky I saw your name on the transfer list, your only other option was the Arctic." She levelled a serious look at the woman. "No idea what you did to get on her shit list but Waller must hate you even more than us right now."
Subtle as always, glad to see not much has changed.
"Nice to see you too, Blondie." She grinned at the stern blonde, easily ignoring the pointed comments about Amanda Waller.
Harcourt scowled in return. "No one has called me that in years, quit it."
"Do you two know each other?" Economos was even more interested in what was happening now.
"Oh, we go way back. Has Blondie ever told you guys about the old CIA days?" She deliberately ignored the death glare being shot at her from across the room and continued. "We were in the same rookie class at the Farm and worked together until she ran off to the DEO."
"Woah! Did you know younger Harcourt? Tell us everything!" Adebayo is thrilled at the chance to find out more about her new coworker.
Harcourt flinched and hissed at her old friend. "Don't you fucking dare."
She once again ignored the other woman's serious tone. "You should have seen her in first year! A dead ringer for Debbie Harry, feathered hair and all."
"That is the hottest thing I've ever heard." Peacemaker mumbled, way too loudly.
"Tell me, Emmy, can you still do an absolutely killer 'Call Me' at karaoke nights?" She grinned mischievously.
Emilia turned bright red while Economos burst out laughing. "Please tell me you have footage of this somewhere!"
Harcourt tensed and shot John the same patented death glare. "Under no circumstances will you ever see any evidence of these outrageous lies."
Well, that was a yes to karaoke. Same old Blondie.
"Come on Harcourt, lighten up! You're no fun" John whined back.
"Shut up Dye-beard! Leave her alone." Peacemaker jumped to Harcourt's defence.
Dye-beard?
The new girl looked closer at John and noticed his mismatched beard.
Oh, wow. He really does dye his beard.
"The half and half isn't a great look, man. Just strip the colour or put the time in to do your roots, it'll look a lot better." She offered up in an attempt to help the poor guy.
Peacemaker snorted, "Doesn't matter what he does, his beard will still look dumb."
"Well, I doubt he wants fashion advice from a guy wearing rubber dish gloves." She smirked at him.
Chris started yelling again until Harcourt whistled loudly and interrupted the commotion. "Quit it! Both of you."
"Oh come on." The woman groaned in frustration. "How can I not make fun of him? He dresses like a first-grade colour wheel and is built like a knock-off Ratchet from Transformers."
The flippant remark earned a loud laugh from Economos and a confused look from Adebayo.
"It doesn't matter, you're part of the team now. I expect everyone to keep it professional. Shut the fuck up and play nice!" Harcourt snapped at her.
Peacemaker snickered a bit at the admonishment and Harcourt turned on him, an accusatory finger outstretched. "When I said everyone, I meant it!"
Peacemaker stopped laughing and instead glared unhappily at the rest of the room.
"You know, you really should be nicer to him." The costumed man at the back interjected.
She snorted dismissively. "I'm not taking any feedback from a grown man in a costume with teal accents."
"Hey! Teal is an awesome colour!"
"For a kitchen backsplash maybe." She taunted.
"Wow, okay. It's good this kind of thing doesn't really hurt my feelings or I'd be very upset right now. You're very mean." He shook his head at her in disappointment.
She stared at him, visibly confused. "What the fuck does that even mean?"
Emilia clapped her hands loudly to interrupt them. "Seriously guys! I just told you to play nice!"
She spun around to face Harcourt. "You throw me in with a bunch of goddamn capes and just expect me to be cool with it? What the hell Em!"
"Hey I did you a favour! Would you rather be fucking around with polar bears right now? No? Then deal with it." The blonde snapped back.
Maybe the Arctic would have been a better choice than Buttfuck Nowhere, Washington. Polar bears might be easier to deal with than these costumed idiots.
She cursed under her breath in frustration and looked back at Harcourt.
Oh well. Too late for that.
She sighed in resignation. "Fine. Just tell me I'm not working directly with chrome dome over there. According to the latest report, he nearly blew the entire mission at Goff's mansion last week."
This giant oaf's incompetence is the only reason I'm stuck in this hellhole to begin with. A
killer who can't kill, fucking pathetic.
Peacemaker leapt out of his chair. "Fuck you! Nobody was prepared for that little freak Judomaster, come on! He came out of nowhere!"
"Okay, fair. The footage of that guy was insane. No one could have predicted that 'kiai' shit." She then fixed Peacemaker with a smug look. "But I was actually talking about when you bitched out behind the rifle and couldn't fire a single shot."
Chris clenched his jaw before he sat back down and muttered angrily about doves of peace under his breath.
She smirked again and continued on. "The mission report was a super fun read by the way. If that second gunman hadn't come in and cleaned up after you, the whole operation would've been a bust. That was some ace shooting too, I'd love to work with that guy instead."
Harcourt cleared her throat, redirecting the attention to her. "That's good to hear actually because you will be. Vigilante, meet your new field partner."
Vigilante? Christ, that name is almost as bad as Peacemaker.
"Who the fuck is Vigilante?"
"That's me!" The same annoying voice from behind her answered.
She froze at the sound and turned around towards him slowly.
"Oh hell no. Not you."
"What? Why not! You're the one who just said you wanted to work with me!" Vigilante was confused again.
"...what?" She was also confused by this exchange.
"You said, and I quote, 'That was some ace shooting. I'd love to work with that guy instead." He repeated back to her.
Her mouth dropped open in surprise. "...you're the second shooter from the Goff mission?"
"Yes."
She studied him further, looking him up and down. "You're the guy who hit three clean headshots at over 900m in under 2 minutes with a partially obscured view?"
"Yeah!"
"...No way." She shook her head in disbelief.
"Uh, yes way! That was totally me!" He started to get openly frustrated with her dismissal.
"Absolutely not."
"Oh it absolutely was him." Harcourt confirmed with a nod. "We didn't even ask, he just kind of showed up. But now he's officially on the team, same as you. You two are going to need to get along, you'll be spending a lot of time together in the field. I need to send you both out asap."
"Already? I just got here!" She whined at the news. "I haven't even unpacked yet."
"Is it just me and her? Why can't Peacemaker come?" Vigilante seemed upset at the new directive.
"Waller's orders, for the time being, Peacemaker needs eyes on him at all times." Harcourt looked a little antsy, anticipating that info might not land well.
As if on cue, Peacemaker jumped up and started yelling again. "What the fuck! I don't need a goddamn babysitter!"
"Well, it could be good for you to stay." Adebayo offered. "You can take the time to ... put those dove thingys on ... all the weapons?" It's an obvious attempt to gently redirect Peacemaker's attention.
Chris smacked his hands down on the table in front of him. "Yes! Good. That's a good idea. That was the problem, none of you assholes put the dove on the gun. It's always gotta have a dove! That's what fucked me up. I gotta get like, a stencil or something. I'm gonna make so many goddamn doves."
Harcourt shot Adebayo a grateful smile as Chris settled back down before turning back to Vigilante and the newcomer.
"Here's the deal. I need you two out for recon on a suspected butterfly cluster. It's just outside of town, you'll be out for about a week. In case shit goes south, you may need to clean up so bring enough gear with you."
"Seriously, a week? I just got into town and now I need to run off for a week with this guy?"
"You're the one who said you'd like to work with him." Harcourt replied with a smirk.
Vigilante shifted nervously. "A whole week out of town? I'm getting paid for this right?"
Harcourt rolled her eyes. "Yes Vigilante, you're officially on the payroll. Field pay and mileage reimbursement."
He nodded. "Okay cool. I'll have to rearrange some stuff but as long as I'm getting comped it'll be fine."
"Can you at least tell me what we're going after here? What the fuck is a butterfly?" She had read every report and file she could find associated with this project and virtually nothing in the documents explained anything.
Harcourt sighed and avoided the questioning look. "Murn will fully debrief everyone later on. For now, all I can say is they're dangerous. Monitor them, take them out if you can, and don't underestimate them."
"...Clemson Murn?"
"Yes, he's the team lead. I'm just handling things today while he's meeting with a contact."
Huh. Interesting.
"Alright. Let's just get this over with." She sighed in acceptance.
Harcourt was visibly relieved. "Great. Vig is driving, you leave at 8 pm tomorrow and check-in at the Sunset Motel."
She nodded and grabbed the file Emilia was waving at her. She said some quick goodbyes to Leota and John, pointedly ignoring Peacemaker and Vigilante on the way out. As she made her way through the streets of Evergreen on the way back to the bare-bones rental apartment that had been arranged for her, she deeply regretted her choice in employment.
Fantastic. I uproot everything, move to a new town, and immediately get stuck for a week with a cape who likes teal. I really should have picked the polar bears.
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A/N: This is the first thing I've written that isn't a script, essay, or professional document in over a decade. Comments, kudos/likes, and shares feed my soul. More chapters to come with some action, slow burn/eventual smut, and more banter.
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Things I'm Working On!
Part of this post is for personal accountability to make my goals more "real" and part of it is just to let y'all know I haven't dropped off the face of fic-earth and am in fact trying my best 😅
• Heartbound Chronicles •
-A loosely connected series of one-shots with Frank Castle (and a bit of Matt later on).
• Shhh, Be Quiet •
-A lighthearted College!Matt Murdock one-shot taking place in the Colombia Library.
• An Unexpected Gift •
-A sequel to my first Adrian Chase one-shot "It's His Birthday" where Reader runs into Vigilante after getting ghosted by Adrian.
• To The Polls •
-A three part Bodyguard!Victor Creed series about him taking an X-Factor assignment to protect a pro-mutant politician Reader.
• Scratch Marks •
-A insanely long, complex, dark, insanely feral and filthy Sabretooth series I'm really excited about, starring a new feral mutant female OC.
Bonus: A couple scattered one-shots/miniseries with Matt, another Venom one-shot and more Pair of Aces with Adrian.
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